#quote little brat unquote | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

ideas-4-stories · 4 months

Note

(Context: Nonbinary Buggy Supremacy, agender? Undetermined? Genderfluid? Who cares, the clown is a cutie no matter what they wear!!!)

Buggy figures out from an early age that they aren't really... a boy. Exactly? Maybe? Screw it. Sometimes being called a cabin boy or little man is okay, sometimes it's not, it's WEIRD and they don't like it. So they just. Avoid it.

Roger + Crew call Bugs and Shanks the cabin brats, they drop most of the man and boy comments, opting usually for brat or runt instead. And it works!

Then one day someone picks on Buggy playfully and calls them princess ((was it the hands-on-hips haughty fit? Was it a story book reference? Smth else? Dealer's choice))

Only... Buggy doesn't mind that. And soon enough, princess becomes a frequent nickname. And with it comes the tentative try at other names. Buggy likes neutral ones best, but they also feel pretty when they get called quote-unquote feminine terms as well. Masculine ones are... uncomfortable at best, but bearable by necessity.

After the execution, the world is in a tizzy searching for the last vestiges of Roger. Baterilla is a hot fucking mess, but equally easy targets are the newly separated cabin brats of the Roger Crew.

They are looking for Shanks, who is already making a name for himself, and the elusive "princess".

Buggy... is scared. So they distance themself from the truth of the matter, leave sea-salted, warm memories of laughter and hugs and teaching hand behind alongside a baritone voice calling them his pirate princess.

The Navy then ruins everything by publically calling them a crewmate of Roger, a cabin boy, a brother, a man and Buggy is going to be sick-

Luffy is the only one to clock something is wrong, and he reaches out. The ride to marineford isn't quite as fast as some would hope, so he uses this time to figure out what the hell is going on. And Luffy, in that hat, with a smile and dream so much like Roger, with a heart so full and warm like Shanks...

Luffy gets Buggy to talk.

By the end of it, Luffy nods. "You're the clown princess of the Seas, then," he declares. "If Shanks is your brother. He's an Emperor, right? So you can still be princess. Besides, I'll be king! So that just means you're my family too. Can I call you untie?"

Buggy doesn't cry, they DON'T.

But they might hug Strawhat once or twice, and maybe they even keep an eye on their new nephew. And learning his brother is Captain's son...?

Well. Luffy did claim them as family already.

And Buggy was raised by one of the best damn families there was, after all. Family means nobody gets away with hurting one of their own.

Now they aren't strong, they aren't built for brawls.

But maybe Buggy is fast enough, clever enough, and distracting enough to get some serious damage dealt.

((And maybe they can catch the attention of a few warlords, past or present, in the process...))

Buggy's gender is like lost in a Schrödinger's box that was sent to space... much like my gender. Hahahahahaha little projecting this is.

Anyway, this is so fucking cute I cannot, I wanted to cry when I read the part Luffy is being such a sweetheart that he always is. I was also thinking Princess being a nickname that Roger gave Buggy.

Poor Buggy having to distant themselves from who she is and his past. The world is too cruel to Buggy, well until he gets his crew... then other things happen... Buggy has a lot going for him... RIP

Luffy claiming Buggy as family!!! It's too cute!!!

As part, I think Buggy doesn't like fighting unless it's truly necessary, like saving a crewmate life sort of thing. Headcanon of Buggy being very fast and nimble even as he grows older, and Buggy was definitely the brains to Shanks's brawn.

(Buggy catching attention of a few warlords is so good to pass up)

#one piece #buggy pirates #buggy the clown #roger pirates #gol d. roger #red haired shanks #monkey d. luffy #buggy the star clown #buggy the bombastic clown #buggy the genius jester #buggy the flashy fool #captain buggy #ideas~4~stories says #ask

27 notes · View notes

snexy-the-snail · 2 months

Text

I'm about to make this everyone's problem

When their father had invited the bastard Triton did his best to avoid the quote unquote bonding, that Poseidon insisted that they participated in. More annoying no matter how many barbs and comments he made towards the boy he would not respond the way he expected an arrogant hero would.

He didn’t know much of Perseus, just some titles that fish would gossip about and in general that he was the bastard of the sea. The kingdom referred to him as the littlest prince which absolutely made his blood boil. Perseus had no idea of what responsibilities, and such came with the title. His anger continued to roll through him. The night was truly the only time he could get some distance from the stubborn little brat.

It was the third day since the boy had arrived and yet he found his nerves to already be shot. “I cannot believe father would bring him here.” he seethes under his breath strolling in the garden. Annoyingly enough the little terror had found comfort in the exotic sea plants so most of his strolls were interrupted by insistent questions of the most common knowledge. He was like a guppy in that respect, full of gaps of knowledge. He rolls his eyes smoothing his hair back, letting it down from the slicked back hair style he had in. He was just starting to relax when a piercing scream jolted him up, trident materializing in his hand before he could further process where it was coming from.

Perseus.

Someone DARED to attack the child in the palace?

Triton grits his teeth as he shoots through the water, pushing himself to go faster, clouds of fish outside the boys balcony, they swarm him once he was in sight, pleading rapidly to help the little lord, to save him- the door blasts open swinging off their hinges. He was ready for danger, for an assailant, but there was..nothing. Just Perseus writhing on his bed, screaming and gasping for breath. His face was twisted like he was experiencing torture of the greatest kind.

“Perseus? Truly a nightmare causes you to wail?” He hisses out tryout, to hide the fact his limbs trembled with relief. No assailant trying to assassinate the little bastard. The boy didn’t wake so he crept closer, in fact he was surprised when that made it worse. Celestial bronze suddenly illuminating the room ripping through the covers with ease and in turn his flesh, the sword slicing, golden ichor joining the glow. He lets several curses out, yanking the weapon from the boy. “Wake! Perseus!” He snaps, shaking the boys shoulders, grunting when the boys legs make contact with his middle.

Ugh mortals and their ridiculous habits... well Father wasn’t here, and frankly he could not handle hearing the boys wails. Why not put the flailing body somewhere safe enough to make him relax? “You’re ridiculous, absolutely- there are guppies younger than you who can settle after nightmares” He grumbles to himself, shifting his size, keeping the wriggling boy in a loose fist. He flinches when Perseus fights harder, still unable to wake as it seemed, teeth sinking into his flesh as the boy tried his hardest to escape.

It was as if he was fighting for his life... A sense of unease slowly settled in the pit of his stomach as he watched the small thing nearly take a chunk out of his hand, golden ichor clouding the water as Perseus clenched his jaw tighter. He didn’t look like an arrogant child at the moment, no, he looked like a desperate child.

What had he gone through?

What had his father neglected to tell him about his half brother?

Before the boy could continue to try and escape via chomping on his hand Triton brings the small form up to his face, shoving him in to his mouth quickly once Perseus let go to get a breath. There was a surprised kick from Perseus, Triton not even bothering to give time to adjust before he swallowed thickly. Personally, he didn’t want to experience what the boy would do to escape this..not only that he was concerned about his teeth cutting the frankly delicate boy. Unconsciously he runs his tongue over his teeth, wincing at the sharp points that greeted him.

He sighs as he feels the lump travel down his throat and soon a heavy weight spills into his stomach. He closes his eyes with a sense of nostalgia washing over him. How long had it been since he had such a small life tucked inside his being like this? The thrashing weight settled nearly instantly, as if a switch was flipped, Perseus stilling.

The corners of his lips quirk up into a small smile, hesitantly resting a hand over his middle. There was no indication that Perseus was even tucked away into his stomach. Just smooth skin concealing his younger brother. He settled rather..nicely inside. “An absolute guppy, that’s what you are you little brat.” He murmurs, blinking when he feels the boy nuzzle into the stomach wall. Small hands pressing against the flesh as he tried to get settled. A bloom of fondness spreads throughout his chest at the motion. So small and yet...

“This does not change a thing between us. Remember, that you are a bastard.”

There was no answer, unless the little whine was one. A small chucckle bubbles out of him, trying not to move too much to avoid jostling the small occupant inside. It was almost concerning how quickly Perseus had settled once inside. He would need to figure out what exactly caused his younger brother to fly into such a state.

He waves his hand, the Ichor that had spilled clearing from the water at the motion. He looks to his hand, the bite having healed already, as well as the slash the boy had managed to get in. A warrior for sure..how old was the boy again? He lightly rubs his middle, yet against surprised when the boys weight settled against where his hand rested.

There was a lot he didn’t know about his brother...perhaps he should explore that.

#soft vore #pjo vore #about to make this a problem #extreme cuddling #safe vore

13 notes · View notes

sketchfanda · 4 months

Text

A Little Moxie Love:Gavin's Mom has got It Going On!!

Springfield was that kind of town in a sense if you were to ask certain different people their opinions about it. Those who were born and lived there couldn't imagine being anywhere else but they sure as hell will complain about its problems. America's trash hole, the worst city around, just among the few nicknames and terms which came to mind with this pissant little town. For one woman of course Springfield and its issues were the least of her worries.

Now our lovely little ditz here, let's call her oooh I dunno Cakes, as in because she looked like a real piece of hot cakes, i mean you see that ass she's got packed away in these jeans?!! Anyways Cakes here was just parking her mini-van after having just returned from a grocery store run as she unpacked and began to haul her purchaes inside. A deadpan hum thinking of course Gavin or Caitlin wouldn't be bothered off their lazy asses to come around and consider helping her out. But really what else could she expect from those two, especially Gavin?

Well besides his being his usual pain in the ass self, calling her an idiot and what not but chalk it up to the choices she made in her youth. Choices that she was still dealing with the consequences of as she opened her front door to step inside, calling out her return to her kids, puzzled yet unsurprised to get nothing in the way of a response. No doubt Caitlin was busy chatting away on the phone or Gavin was likely being a rude little shit on one of those online games of his. One of these days she swears that attitude of his was going to get him in a hell of a lot of trouble.

Little did she know of course at this very moment, a hell of a lot of trouble had come Gavin's way in the form of the killer for hire misfits known as I.M.P., Yeah let's just say someone in hell had wanted to see that little shitstain and his sister dead.....well a lot of someones, christ it'd been a whole group that if they had them line up, it would've gone around the block, twice!! Long story short, it was a direct enough kind of job, get into the living world, find the two spoiled rotten brats and murder their asses!! It just so happened Mama Hotcakes had come back home just as they were in the midst of disposing of the bodies as the upstairs bathroom looked as bloody and messy as a slaughterhouse as Loona stood by the door keeping a lookout. Her ears twitching, nose flaring as she picked up the sound and scent indicating they had a witness situation pending.

Loona:*looks up from her browsing on her phone as she peeked out the door, looking back to her co-workers as they hunched and loomed over the blood filled tub.* "Hey Blitz, we got a situation. I think the mom just came home so ya know, fyi, she sees this shit? She's gonna freak the fuck out..."

Blitzo:*dressed in hazmat wear, as were Moxxie and Millie as they were hacking up the bodies and using bleach, salt and acid to melt them down. The clients were very thorough and distinct in how they wanted these little shits handled.*"Oh come the fuck on!! I thought we had her routine down!!"*waves around Gavin's skinned off skull, identifiable by his greasy shithead hair with its rat-tail pony tail. Moxxie giving him a deadpan glance behind the visor of his helm.*

Moxxie:"No, sir we didn't. You just said we were gonna go in and quote unquote ''Fuck these little rats up and let God sort them out!!". This wasn't all that well planned out in advance, we got lucky their mother was out at the time..."*Somedays it's a wonder their organization saw business with a former circus clown running things. Not that he would be bothered saying that to Blitzo's face, he was NOT in the mood for another of the former circus kid's wise-ass remarks about his manhood or lack of. For anyone who's been reading this story so far all very well know he wasn't lacking, no sir he was packing!! But I digress...*

Blitzo:"Okay criticism noted and ignored Moxxie, can't be helped so good on you for volunteering!!*That set off a few red flags in Moxxie's brain. Just his luck, his employer was once again looking to go along with a gut impulse instinct. he had to think and act fast. Otherwise this job might go more south than that whole springbreak fiasco, he was NOT a possum thank you!!*

Moxxie:"Wait volunteering for what?"*As he passed on some parts here and there to Millie who dunked them into the tub and stirred away. The chemicals working their way into melting down bone, viscera and skin. Pretty soon there'd be no bodies to find and Gavin and his sister would be likely already down in Hell pending punishment. Hey equal opportunity damnation, right?*

Blitzo:"Why running interference and distraction of course! Get out of those duds, pour on the charm and distract that Karen long as possible. I think this is gonna take us a while, knew that guy who sold me this bonesaw was lying. Cut through a human femur in 30 seconds my horny little ass!!

Moxxie:"but sir-!!"*Despite efforts otherwise, Moxxie couldn't even get a chance to protest as Blitzo pulled the hazmat suit off of him and threw him out into the corridor outside of the bathroom. Looks like the boss made up his mind so now he had to keep Cakes from being a witness by any means necessary, Millie shooting him an apologetic glance while Loona just shot him a thumbs up. Well this was likely to go one of two ways, the most likely being she sees him and mistakes him for a possum. Which would result in her screaming, wailing on him with a broom and try to kill him but time to see how fortune smiled today.*

Sighing as he shrugged his shoulders, the imp made his way to the stairs to go intercept the single mom, who paused half way up on her journey there as she indeed laid eyes on him. An awkward silence occurring naturally as the pair stared at each other, the imp certainly had to say, far as suburban moms went, this gal was more than easy on the eyes that was for sure. You couldn't really tell she'd even had two kids. But of course a part of his brain did remind him that it was time for the other shoe to inevitably drop as she finally spoke up.

Cakes:"Are you the gigolo I was expecting?"*That question seemingly out of nowhere threw the imp for a loop that was for sure. He wasn't sure how or why, of course, unaware that indeed the MILF had indeed been expecting such a thing. Until he remembered that indeed, they had on their way here from Imp City to the living world, wound up falling from the portal in the sky on top of some guy who looked like a male stripper. Leave it to Blitzo to be hasty reading the dimensional travel spell but least he had the bright idea to just tie the guy up and leave him behind the bushes.*

Moxxie:*Deciding he had to whatever was necessary, just shrugged and decided to go along with humor her presumption. It wasn't like he could pass for a Gigolo anyways but not according to Millie and a few others who'd think he put legit ones to shame. She'd likely think it was a prank or the agency pulled some false advertising then likely go Karen on them and call to complain, asking for the manager to provide her a refund. Speaking up as he finally replied.*"Yeah sure that's me alright...baby..."

Cakes:*Not noticing Moxxie wince at that cringey bit of cheesiness feeling like his sack of shit old man there (Seriously Crimson go fuck yourself), seemed to perk and bright up.* "Well wasn't expecting you so soon that's for sure. Weird costume but hey kind of a turn on. Doesn't seem like my kids are home so let's not waste anytime since you're here on the hour."*That threw the imp for another loop, she seriously believed him? Blinking as she scrambled up the stairs, grabbing and pulling Moxxie by his hand, following behind her due to momentum. And getting quite a view of her backside, seeing how tight those denim jeans hugged her legs, especially around that applebottomed ass of hers. Which only helped to distract him as he found himself taken into what he could only assume was her bedroom.*

Moxxie:"Oooh crumbs...."*Was about all he could manage to say as the milf didn't bother to lock her door, assuming it was just the two of them with her kids out and nobody else to bother them. The imp knowing full well said kids were dead and being disposed of by his co-workers in the bathroom. It was a miracle they didn't leave much of the house looking like a crime scene as he watched the single hot mama kick off her shoes and ditch her leather jacket and lime green cap. Showing off she had quite the toned body no doubt from a lot of exercise and yoga a woman her age would be into before she suddenly picked him up and placed him back flat on the bed.*

Cakes:"Now that I get a better look at you, you may not look like the kind of guy I'd see in sports illustrated but youu definitely are too cute to pass up."*The blondey quipped playfully and sensually, looming over the small imp making him feel cornered. He had to admit, this wasn't as scarousing fear boner inducing encounter like that whole fiasco with Martha before he found her peeling off his coat, followed by undoing and removing his shirt and tie. The milf purring as she found his comapct frame to be rather toned and nice to the touch.*"The whole bodypaint cosplay is a neat gimmick too, especially the horns, now then let's see what you're pack-"*Whatever Cakes was about to say was halted as she finished getting off his pants and bxoers, eyes widening and jaw dropping at the sight of Moxxie's erect length and girth.*"....Oh....My...God..."

Moxxie:"Uhm....should've warned you I'm kind of a grower...."*The imp tried to explain and reassure the hot mama before he gasped and groaned at her suddenly grasping his cock. Stroking it in her silky palm and fingers as her expression of shock gave way to awe followed by rising ecstasy. Biting her lower lip sensually as she rubbed her denim clad thighs together, feeling a goddamn waterfall flow between her legs as any and every man she'd been with prior became fading memories. The imp stud soon finding her plant licks and kisses on his shaft from tip to base, outright worshipping his balls with her tongue as she lubed him up with her drool before soon practically making herself suffocate as she proceeded to perform fellatio.*

The blonde bombshell just couldn't help herself, like some switch had been flipped inside her brain, setting her off into a bitch in heat mode that made her want to suck and blow on this cock. Rubbing her denim covered camel toe as she felt her pussy radiate with stickyness and warmth as if calling for her to get on letting this shortstack stud fuck her. Rut her like he wanted to put a baby in her and for the Love of all that was holy raise them right this time!! A thought that got louder in volume as her eyes burnt with a rising lust and she took in inch after inch of this long, thick womb hammering veiny piece of pussy pounding heaven, his sounds of arousal music to her ears.

Whatever doubts or hesitation Moxxie had before about having to, as Blitzo put it, run interference pretty much went south thanks to the intense thirsty blowjob this hot sexy mama was giving him. Her saliva practically drowning his shaft as her tongue lapped up his flowing pre as She unknowingly ticked off a few boxes in Moxxie’s sexual checklist. It was a little fact that only a few select women knew about Their favourite alpha male and it was that the raw desire and pleasure provided by a bitch that was clearly horny for him really turned him on. And this tall, blonde drink of water was really making him want to primal on her…and of course that was what he proceeded to do!!

Cakes:”OOOOOOOOH Fuuuuuuuuuuuck me fuckfuckfuck oh fuck me daddy fuck me fuck me hard!!”*Was about all the single mama that could definitely give Stacy’s mom a run for her money could say in between moaning and screaming in ways that there was no way the whole neighbourhood couldn’t hear them. That is when she could remember to use words let alone form sentences as many a female passer by or neighbour of varying legal sexual age and prime felt turned in and so envious, wondering why they couldn’t get that lucky. Making the men some of them had feel shameful and inadequate while the sexy bitch in heat continued to get pounded by Moxxie’s natural sexual lethal weapon doggy style, biting the grasping the sheets of her bed for dear life. The clapping of her asscheeks against that jackhammering imp’s pelvis as his length and girth ensured no other man was ever going to cut it when it came to satisfying her.*

Moxxie”Seeet unholy whore of Babylon…”*The imp couldn’t help but mumble, grunting as he continued to hammer away into the blonde bombshell’s pussy. Her naked body glistening with a sheen of sweat as the bed shook and creaked from how intense and wildly they were fucking. Knowing at this point that it was clear it’d been way, WAY too long since this woman had actually been sexually satisfied, so of course even it meant having to plow away until his balls ran dry, she had to so well fucked that she felt like she’d see God!! Or at least be knocked out long enough for the others to finish up with getting rid of the bodies and make their escape.*

Fuck her he certainly did, from massaging her juicy hips as she rode him cowgirl style, hearts glowing in her eyes as her bimbo airhead like brain became flooded with pleasure, to having this imp continue to rock her suburban mom world as he pinned her in between a mating press and a piledriver, working her insides like some erotic butter churn. And she was loving every damn second of it that she was actually forgetting she had kids for the time being, christ she thinks she mayve actually been falling in love, or was it just lust? Not that it ell mattered right now as the pair went at it in ways that were putting pornstars to shame, seconds going into minutes which woild become hours unaware they were being watched of course. Millie and Loona watching on with voyeuristic delight as their stud once again gave another needy slut a taste of vitamins Mox, the hellhound catching videos and pictures on her phone.

Blitzo:*pokes his head out from the bathroom door, steam coming out as as he worked away on the disposal and cleaning of the evidence.*”Hey is Moxxie done yet? The little shits’ corpses are pretty much non existent and I’ve been cleaning this bathroom of evidence so much the bitch coild be able to see herself on the floor!” *Yes indeed the disposal had been long since completed, the bathroom sparkling clean bar the equipment gathered up in the corner. The head honcho of IMP not quite picking up the telltale sounds of Moxxie’s ongoing sexual marathon with the brats’ hot mama. Somedays the guy could be denser than Mammon’s rotund stomach.*

Loona:*Rubbing her soaking wet thighs together, tail wagging as she and Millie continued watching the live porn show. Already thinking of her own oending fun times with her imp daddy after this gig that’s for sure.*”Oh yeah, the bitch is really…putting up a fight, he’s really got to go John wick on her….”*She lied unconvincingly BUt given being deadpan snarky and monotone tended to be her default mood set, of course her adopted dad would fall for it. He was the kind of guy you’d be able to sell a boat in the desert to.*

Millie:”Oh yeah it’s a violent fight, who knew a soccer mom could be so vicious….”*Leave it to Millie of course with that sincere country accent of hers to add to the bluff. Licking her lips at watching the air headed hottie’s thicc, toned tits and ass jiggle and shake as she became an addict for her man’s dick. Somedays coming to the living world was always fun because you never knew what sexy slurs and bitches could get lucky meeting her husband. It was hot and sexy as all fuck.*

Blitzo of course ought that load of tripe easily enough, shrugging his shoulders as h decided to give their crime scenes another clean over, including the brats’ rooms. Helping himself to looting some of their stuff of course, some living world material could sell for a mint back in hell, especially in the greed ring. The foursome finally making their escape after Moxxie finally called done on his “interference run”, clothes a bit messy due to hastily dressing back up. Sure he was a mess but not compared to Cakes, who was left in what remained of her bed, soaked with sweat and sex juices and a blissful smile on her face.

She’d almost wake up thinking it might have been a dream had it not been for the business card Millie had left in her night stand. Which of course provided Moxxie’s cellphone number and email, sealed with a kiss by the wrath shortstack hinting that her little gigolo wouldn’t and didn’t need to be a one off. Suffice to say, the sexy single mama was already looking forward to it, as she had herself quite an enjoyable shower, playing with herself as she fantasies about the gigolo who rocked her world. Wearing fresh set of her usual ensemble as she looked herself in the mirror, dare she be narcissistic but damn she was looking better than usual.

So much so that she got an idea as she took some naughty selfies, one flashing a tit and the other mooing the camera with her bubble butt as she sent them to Moxxie, adding his number to her contacts. This was definitely going to Something to talk about with her gal pals as she got out and drove out in her ride. Idly wondering, why did she have a mini-van……ah well. Yes indeed Moxxie had fucked her so well she forgot she was even a mom…..at leas for maybe another 9 months assuming he didn’t leave a bun in her oven. If not then well that could be arranged. For IMP it had been just another job…for Millie, it was her man once again proving he was an absolute unit stud.

#sketchfan #sketchfanda #sketchfan85 #helluva boss #moxxie #millie #helluva moxxie #moxxie helluva boss #helluva millie #millie helluva boss #the simpsons #gavin's mom #thegalactabee #galactabee #aeolus #aeolus06 #moxxie smut

7 notes · View notes

blkwag · 1 year

Text

there is never a dull day in the usmnt community, and december 11th of 2022 proved that to a T

(very long post; updated info will be added if necessary)

honestly in my opinion, this situation was messier than the weston situation and that is saying A LOT

SO it was just a regular degular sunday until this tweet by the men in blazers came out and started this entire fire. there is an article under it and it was basically about greggory (gregg berhalter) and the statements he made at the HOW Institute for Society's Summit on Moral Leadership. below is what he said

if you don't (or can't) want to read that it's basically greggory saying that there was an issue with ONE of the 26 players at this world cup within the team. and obviously because usmnt twitter is messy everyone started to say that gio reyna was the player he was talking about because of the drama during the world cup (background info coming soon)

also there's this from berhalter regarding those ^ statements

but anyways

background: during this world cup, gio played very little which many did not expect considering he is quote unquote one of the better players on the team. so there was a little bit of drama where it was kind of like a "he said, he said" thing but the he's are saying completely different things

so after the usa vs wales game, gio was an unused sub. out of the subs used jordan morris was one of them which raised A LOT of eyebrows and questions. gregg's reasoning:

"In the phase of the game we were at, we went with Jordan who we felt could give us speed and power".

again, raised eyebrows because gio can give the u.s that as well. but we move.

matters only got worse ^ when gregg had said to the press that gio was dealing with some issues injury wise (probably muscle tightness or something like that) and then gio was like... i'm good fam. and said that he was 100% fit and was good to play. which caused EVEN MORE confusion during that time. and it didn't help that eric wynalda (former us player) hopped on a twitter spaces saying that gregg told gio to lie about his fitness and was comforting his dad (claudio) on the phone..

but anyways NOW BACK TO THE MESS

so in the midst of that men in blazers tweet, a "big" usmnt fan account tweeted about how gio and tyler had to be separated during training. we have no clue if this is 100% true or not, but at this point it sounded very believable

so now at this point people are all over the place. people are calling gio an entitled brat, there's a group of people who are 100% on gio's side and a group is 100% for gregg. and then were reasonable people (like me) who saw the two truths in this:

yes, gio should've been held accountable for his actions and his behavior during the camp

no, gregg should not have brought any of this information to the public (even if he didn't specifically say which player it was)

then to add more fuel to this blazing fire, the athletic comes out with an article regarding the situation

which kinda makes me 🤔 because the fact that they had this typed up and ready to go and dropped it in the fire...

but anyways. the article had to be updated with certain information because news kept coming out after it was published but i'll get into that in a bit

so the main takeaways in the article

gio's lack of involvement at the world cup was due to him showing a lack of effort in training (prior the wales game) and even before that, in the scrimmage game against al gharafa sc

it wasn't clear whether his lack of effort was because he was trying to look out for himself (because he is very injury prone, second to pulisic methinks) or if he was just being a fussy baby because he wasn't going to be a starter in their opening game vs wales

gio threw his shinguards after not being a sub during the wales game, his lack of effort in training continued after that (which resulted in teammates deandre yedlin and aaron long telling him to you know.. chill out a bit and to show more effort)

the issue had to be brought up multiple times, gio stood up and apologized to the group for his lack on effort (before a video session)

after he apologized, some of the players on the team spoke up and i guess let gio know about himself (held him accountable, probably telling him what he already knew)

updated information i mentioned before. gio's agent, dan segal, provided a statement to the athletic:

"Gio obviously did not have the experience anyone hoped for at the World Cup. The situation, relationships and interactions among parties are far more complicated than what has been reported. It is disappointing and disrespectful for certain parties to be commenting on private team matters publicly, especially when some do so without full knowledge of the facts and others do so in a self-serving manner."

"At this point, our view is that nothing more is gained by those associated with the national team turning on each other, and we plan no further comment on this matter."

so the issue was supposed to end there right??

❌WRONG❌

because THE INFORMATION FROM THE SUMMIT GREGG ATTENDED WAS SUPPOSED TO BE OFF THE RECORD

(also those who gave the info to the athletic were anonymous)

so now EVERYONE is getting in on the drama and tea, espn wrote an article on it which led to this tweet by some man named jason where he stated that there was a vote on whether to let gio stay at the camp or go home.

13 voted for him to stay, 12 voted for him to leave 🌚 crazy right?

well apparently that was FALSE AND UNTRUE, according to ex usmnt player and slightly annoying pundit taylor twellman. he came out and said that the vote by the players was not true and did not happen (these were tweeted early this morning)

(ppl thought he was paid by ussoccer to say it wasn't true)

so at this point there has been tweet after tweet, twitter spaces that was the equivalent to a real housewives confessional (which some guy who weston follows was dropping some tea, some of it seemed fishy so idk but some of the stuff he said were believable), people calling for gregg's head, people still calling gio a brat and bringing up previous issues (like he apparently broke curfew during the u17 world cup), just pure hot garbage

until like..... two hours ago gio makes a statement!

so now that we have come to the end of this (hopefully, probs not) im going to give my opinion on his statement and this mess overall

i agree with gio that this should have remained private because look at all the mess it caused

the fact that berhalter told him that his role was going to be very limited is VERY disappointing especially considering a lot of people were hoping for him to play a lot more than he did. especially since we were all on our knees praying to god that he wouldn't get injured prior to the world cup. so it is expected for gio to be upset about that and he has every right to be upset about that because he had that reoccurring injury and worked hard to stay fit for this big moment.

i appreciate gio acknowledging that he is an emotional person and saying that he let his emotions get the best of him because his attitude and emotions were a major point in this whole situation. so of course it would affect his training and overall behavior at the camp.

he apologized to the team and said that he was forgiven and that should've been the end of that but unfortunately it wasn't. hence the situation and this statement which is honestly not that bad for a 20 year old. yeah he misspelled devastated but i will ignore that.

the last sentence in his statement kind of hits though

"I hope that going forward each person involved in U.S. Soccer focuses only on what is in the best interest of the men's national team so we can enjoy great success at the World Cup in 2026."

to me this is a BIG slap to the face to everyone at ussoccer as a whole (coaches, higher ups, etc.)

and yeah. that's really it

it sucks that all of this garbage came out and honestly i wouldn't be surprised if gregg's contract doesn't get extended because of this. not like i wanted him to extend it anyways because berhalter ball can only get this team so far

but all of this could've been avoided. would it have gotten out eventually? for sure. but not even a week after the usmnt got knocked out? bro. the wound was "this close" to healing.

there is though some sort of closure regarding gio and his lack of minutes, i just wish it we didn't find out this way.

at some point it felt like all the fingers were being pointed at gio and all the blame and shame were pointed towards him, which for 20 year old is.. not. like i'm sure it doesn't feel good to be thrown under the bus like that especially by your manager.

at the end of the day. gio is a great player. he is a talented player, and he knows it. which sure can lead to an ego and whatever but he's also 20. like freshly 20 i still thought he was 19. his freaking parents are like ussoccer royalty, so of course he's gonna have a bit of a chip on his shoulder.

he just needs to mature in certain areas and gain professionalism in certain areas. which tbh, it's more of the maturity side and not letting his emotions get the best of him. because we have all seen him get frustrated and fiesty on the pitch.

i just hope that he can put this behind him and continue bettering himself and working on himself, both with his skills in the sport and off the pitch.

he still has a lot of fans who love and support him, i don't think anyone really is going to hate gio because of this unless they already didn't like him.

but yeah. again, that's it.

thanks for reading

#here is my ginormous post about this hot garbage mess #if there is anything wrong with the links or pics lmk!#gio reyna #usmnt #excuse the typos 🧍🏾‍♀️

23 notes · View notes

marshmallowprotection · 2 years

Photo

Choi Twins Birthday Title Screen 2022.

Spoilers Below.

I've been attempting to dissect this for a while and I was able to pull together all of my thoughts into a cohesive mess.

So, some of my expectations were correct and some of them were not. That's the luck of the draw. You win some, you lose some. I understand why I wasn't able to color sample this photo properly and it has a lot to do with the lighting. There's a reason why I wasn't able to find where the white hair should be and that's because the lighting is too dim in this picture for you to be able to pick it up. When I was looking at it, all I could see was blurry browns and reds.

It was a good play on their part because I did not expect it. I never thought we’d see Vanderwood. You know how it goes, sometimes you think you know what is going to pop up on the title screen and other times you get hit in the head with a new prompt. Last year, we got Suit Saeran and I never saw it coming. So, hey, it is high time we get clocked with Vanderwood. It means they they know that a lot of people love Vanderwood.

You might not get a route for Vanderwood, but I think this is their way of showing a bit of love to Vanderwood lovers.

I can’t even be cranky that SE Saeran isn’t in this photo because Vanderwood is here. I am really happy to see that they are here. A lot of people don't think that they care about Saeyoung, but Vanderwood cares a lot. Sometimes they have a weird way of showing it, but it always works out in the end. They will choose to save themselves first, but if it's possible to save the quote-unquote brat, they will do it in a heartbeat. Vanderwood cares about Saeyoung.

They see a younger version of themselves when they look at that kid. They see some smart brat that’s sold his life away for something just like they did. We still don’t know what Vanderwood gave up for the agency, but we know that they do have a family and people they care about... maybe they gave up something just like Saeyoung did... and now they’re determined to protect Saeyoung since they can’t protect the loved ones they left the same way.

They have been the caretaker for Saeyoung for a long time… if not from the time that Saeyoung returned from college. Because they do note that Saeyoung was grumpy and isolated before Rika gave him the storybook on his birthday that gave him the floppy disc. It wasn't until he knew that his brother was safe and seemingly happy that he ever adapted that 707 persona. That’s about the time that Saeyoung started to pretend to be someone different.

Vanderwood never knows how to read Saeyoung… but they care. Even if they have to deal with Saeyoung making fire-breathing robots and cats that have the ability to taze someone. They always cared about that brat... even if it was hard to care. This photo feels like a good representation of that fact. I hardly ever get the chance to talk about Vanderwood but they matter to me, too. Being able to see them all together like this... I love it.

See, I knew that that picture in the background was going to mean something. My guess was that it was going to be some kind of photo that showed MC. But, I was wrong! It's actually a photo of the Twins when they made their promise on ice cream.

I think I cried when I realized this fact just because this has to be a painting. This can't be a photograph. I don't know who they would have commissioned for this but the fact alone that it was probably Saeyoung who paid for it is killing me. It would make sense that he would go out of his way to do that. They can't have a photograph of that day, so this has to be a painting.

That promise was the most pivotal thing in his little head and for him to make a representation of it is enough to make me cry for a month. They promised on that ice cream that they would be free and able to do this again someday... and look at them now. They’re living their lives and they aren’t afraid. They have cake and family. They have everything they could ever dream of and more.

The twins have presents. Now, see, you can easily assume that that is Lily of the Valley on the present for Saeran. This was super blurry before but I’ve got this new photo that’s clear now! I couldn’t gauge if it was Lily of the Valley of Baby’s Breath. Saeyoung is often coded with that flower whenever he’s trying to give someone to MC, but that’s MC, not Saeran. It has to be Lily of the Valley since this is Saeran.

Saeyoung heard from MC that Saeran loves Lily of the Valley and decided to put that on his present to make it pretty. It’s his way of showing that he listens to the things Saeran likes and he wants to show that he can choose something that is important to his brother. He wants to understand Saeran more than anything so it makes a lot of sense that he would put a flower his brother loves. I think it’d be cute if Saeyoung started reading about floriography.

I think the yellow bit is a set of feathers? Yeah, it’s a set of feathers but I don’t know what it means. What bird has a set of feathers that bright, anyway? I don’t know birds! I know flowers!

However, I can tell you that Saeran gave his brother a present with Gladiolus. I cried about it. Did you know that I wrote a story about the twins called [Gladiolus] where Saeran becomes a photographer after Jihyun breaks up with Rika and the two of them get therapy and start working on themselves instead of going down the path they do in canon? Saeyoung still goes into the agency but he is able to protect his brother properly... but Saeran never forgets him.

His first exhibit for his photos includes a Gladiolus flower... and it’s dedicated to Saeyoung.

Gladiolus express strength of character, remembrance, faithfulness, and moral integrity. It’s also known to be a spear that pierces the hearts of those that come into contact with it. But, in this case, the only thing I can see it meaning is a huge weapon that Saeyoung uses to protect his loved ones.

He fights to protect Saeran from harm and his sacrifice came from the love he has for his brother, and the dream he has of Saeran being able to live a much more normal life than the one the two of them were given at the start. A symbol of strength and love is a good flower for Saeyoung. I could be wrong, but this is a flower that I knew the second I looked at it.

Saeyoung is red-coded. Saeran is pink-coded. Vanderwood is the most purple coded person I think I’ve ever met and that’s coming from me, someone who is also purple coded since I am lilac. I could always be wrong but I don’t think any person I’ve ever met in this fandom would say that Vanderwood is green-coded. That means that the green candle has to be for MC. It isn’t like the situation we get when we see Rika, V, Saeran, and Saeyoung colors and we can tell what’s meant to be what.

This cake is split in half, also. It’s a Strawberry Shortcake on one side and it’s a Blueberry Cream on the other. Saeran loves strawberries but I don’t think we’ve ever heard what Saeyoung likes. So, uh... Saeyoung now likes blueberries and that’s confirmed. They wouldn’t split a cake like this without trying to make this work for both of them! So, they like blueberries and strawberries. It’s a little bit odd for me because I always assumed that Saeyoung liked cherries the most for whatever reason!

At first, I thought the sprinkles on the cake were the Hearts for the RFA? But, I don’t think so since there’s no grey and purple for Zen and Jumin. We’ve got the green and yellow for Yoosung and Jaehee, but not the other two. There’s a pink, red, and blue which is V, Ray, and Saeyoung, respectively, though! I guess that’s me being hopeful that’d there’d be a hint of everyone somewhere in there. I’ve yet to see anyone point that out yet.

Honey, I love you. I love you more than you know. Oh, my God. I’ve going to be looking at this face for months. He’s so happy. He’s free. He’s free and he’s got a cake that he can enjoy! His mother can’t laugh in his face and deny him cake at this point! He’s free! I think I bawled about this earlier but... yeah, there was this point during his route where he tells you his mother bought a cake and taunted him with it for hours before she ate it and never let him have anything.

She let him suffer and assume he might get something tasty for once and... GOD. I’m just happy that Saeran gets cake.

Cries.

THANK GOD, SAEYOUNG HAS GLASSES ON. HE CAN SEE. HE IS FINALLY ABLE TO SEE IN HIS OWN PHOTO! Far too long have we been denied a view of Saeyoung in glasses! You know that he was happy in this photo. But, I know how much this man cares about his brother and finally being able to live freely. The only reason that he isn't breaking into tears in this photo probably has a lot to do with the fact that he doesn't want to make this about his emotions.

He wants his brother to have a happy moment where there's no weight of the past holding them down. Saeyoung wants Saeran to be happy. But, you know what? He's happy. He's finally able to be happy, too. His happiness has so much to do with the happiness that his brother has at the end of the day. They are this set of twins that has gone through so much, and they are inherently tied together in this way.

When I look at this photo, it looks like they're weightless. It looks like nothing is holding them back. It looks like they're finally able to enjoy their birthday and at the end of the day, this is what they deserve. They deserve to be happy. They deserve to know what it feels like to be free as much as the next person. I want nothing more for them and to experience every birthday like this.

54 notes · View notes

girlstrider · 7 months

Text

I finally managed to finish the captain laserhawk fic with my oc Rayya!

Warning! Mentions of violence, misgendering and ableism

The fic is under the cut

Ever since Rayman accepted his position in the studio, his little sibling had been prone to autistic meltdowns. He lost count on how often he had to soothe them as they bawled out their eyes.

What worried him though, was that because of that, the staff treated them ableistic, infantilising them and calling them things like "Daddys little girl" or "spoiled brat".

And frankly, he could understand why Rayya lost their temper after hearing that. Honestly, those names insulted him too. He felt like the staff was looking down on him for his parenting, but they were too afraid to say that in his face because of his fame, so they instead let it out on his sibling.

"Daddys little girl" was a punch to the guts in itself, he wasn't their father, he was their brother and they weren't a girl either, but they didn't respect their identity and pronouns anyway, which disgusted him.

"Spoiled brat" however...

Back in his dimension, he never heard anyone use that term in context of Rayya. Everyone understood and respected their autism and tried to accommodate them to the best of their abilities. That's what ticked him off. That, in this dimension, people assumed they were just a brat and that he couldn't take care of them.

Rayman sat in his boss's office and listened to him.

"Your sister stabbed a staff member for no reason, Rayman..."

"That's not what I've heard", the limbless interjected, ignoring the fact his sibling got misgendered again, "I've heard that the staff member said I should be ashamed of my sibling and , quote, unquote, 'spank them'..."

"That's still not an excuse to stab someone!"

Geez, they all acted like he did nothing but cuddle Rayya and tell them they're a very special kid...

Of course he scolded them when he heard what happened. He was shocked, even! This went against what he taught them, and yet...

... In hindsight he thought the staff member... deserved it.

——————————————————————

The TV Star was pacing up and down in front of a locked door before hesitantly knocking on it.

"Rayya? Please come out, I'm not gonna yell at you anymore."

Nothing.

"Rayya, please! I'm sorry that I upset you but I'm not gonna apologize for scolding you. You stabbed someone!"

He knocked on the door again.

"Go away! I know you hate me!", Rayya said muffled through the door.

This broke Rayman's heart. He didn't hate them! In fact, they were the reason he was doing all of this!

"I don't hate you, butterfly... I was just shocked you would stab someone, that's all..."

After what felt like an eternity, the door finally opened and Rayya stepped out. It was clear they had been crying.

"Hey there, buddy... Need a hug?"

Rayya immediately fell into his arms and bawled their eyes out, like during every meltdown.

"I don't wanna be treated like a baby!"

"I know, I know, my little butterfly..."

Rayman thought about what to do next as he embraced his little sibling. He nuzzled them comfortingly while his brain searched for a solution to this problem.

"Unfortunately I can't do anything about the infantilisation, Rayya, but... Maybe you can use it to your advantage. That way I could even excuse the more... violent meltdowns and pass them off as self defense or something."

"But that's not what I want! I wanna be treated fairly like they used to at home!"

"This is our home now! And..." Rayman took a deep breath, feeling bad for having yelled at his sibling. "... I know this is a major step back and nobody knows about autism and its characteristics here... Maybe I can raise awareness on your condition if the network allows me. And maybe I can even bring people to treat you fairly like they used to in our dimension. But until then, I want you to use the mistreatment to your advantage, butterfly. Just... be a charming little kid, like your brother is the charming little limbless on TV, ok?"

Rayya looked at their brother while wiping away their tears. "Rayman, I don't think this is a good idea, but... If you really think it'll benefit me, then i'll use it to my advantage..."

#rayman #captain laserhawk #rayman oc #oc #fanfiction

4 notes · View notes

mlobsters · 4 months

Text

supernatural s13e9 the bad place (w. robert berens)

kept shoving my earbuds into my head thinking i just wasn't hearing the mix right but now this weird recap the music is just not mixed at the right level? it starts out okay but then it's just too quiet, maybe because the recap is so dialogue heavy? i dunno. could i bitch about the music any more? and it just keeps going. and we're not even including missouri in the recap to explain about patience. whatever. is she part of the wayward sisters situation?

good thing quote unquote apocalypse world has these nice distinctive spikes

JACK I didn't know if it would work, but it did. He dreamwalked and I joined him… in Apocalypse World.

snorted. okaaaay

so mary's in the iron maiden-ish thing now. of course.

right up in dean's face to appreciate his universe tilting moment

i dunno if it was the editor or what but whoever was um, making some stylistic choices this episode. patience's little vision was very... not like how this show usually looks. i guess season 13 you can just start tryin shit

JACK I was scared. I was upset. But… why would I look for him? He's no one to me. You, Castiel– you're my family. DEAN Yes, we are. Finding Mom, you… You did a good thing, kid. You did a real good thing.

trying to remember where cas even is right now 😬 oh right, something something angels...?

JAMES Patience, don't. You go now, you choose that life, you don't come back.

are you kidding me??? pulling a reverse john winchester. what the fuck, bro. you cut out your mom from your life and you're gonna threaten to do the same to your daughter?!

god, searching for the line for john and

4x22 lucifer rising

DEAN No, damnit! No. I gotta face the facts. Sam never wanted part of this family. He hated this life growing up. Ran away to Stanford first chance he got. Now it's like déjà vu all over again. Well, I am sick and tired of chasing him. Screw him, he can do what he wants. BOBBY You don't mean that. DEAN Yes I do, Bobby. Sam's gone. He's gone. I'm not even sure if he's still my brother anymore. If he ever was. BOBBY You stupid, stupid son of a bitch! Well, boo hoo, I am so sorry your feelings are hurt, princess! Are you under the impression that family's supposed to make you feel good?! Bake you an apple pie, maybe? They're supposed to make you miserable! That's why they're family! DEAN I told him, "you walk out that door, don't come back" and he walked out anyway! That was his choice! BOBBY You sound like a whiny brat. No, you sound like your dad. Well, let me tell you something. Your dad was a coward. DEAN My dad was a lot of things, Bobby, but a coward? BOBBY He'd rather push Sam away than reach out to him. Well, that don't strike me as brave. You are a better man than your daddy ever was. So you do both of us a favor. Don't be him.

what i was looking for

1x20 dead man's blood

JOHN (Yelling in SAM'S face) You walked away!! DEAN Stop it, both of you. SAM You're the one who said don't come back Dad, you closed that door not me. You were just pissed off that you couldn't control me anymore!

ugh. quality miserable stuff back then.

it's a cool effect and all but this business just went on for way too long

i couldn't with the weird extra shaky cam and jumpy zooms on the outside scene so i'm including the weird vision too. look and feel is all over the place

really don't like dean yelling and pulling his gun on this poor girl. well as i mentioned when i was watching 4x14 cold open never know when something might poke the DV history button. men yelling is a real life trigger thing.

SAM So now what? We get Kaia to the Wind Caves, and then what? Force her to dreamwalk at gunpoint? DEAN We get Mom back, no matter what. Remember?

le sigh. why are we doing this to dean

woof this episode is.... not great.

nexus on a boat

lol okay. mega dino world!

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 13x09 #robert berens #spn clip #christopher lennertz #spn 4x22 #spn 1x20 #john fitzpatrick #(the different editor)

0 notes

luckyy19 · 11 months

Note

Happy WBW! I know it's summer, but we're going back to school! What does the education system look like in your world? Is it standardized or trade based? Required or for certain people only?

Happy WBW Tori!!

So, full disclosure, most of my characters in the world of Koramuth are nobility, which means they have tutors, which means that school isn't something that's really featured in my works, but it is something I've considered. Basically, schooling varies depending on where you live.

The larger countries (Katante, Ostana, and Varia aka the countries the Golden & the Damned dulogy is set) have pretty well-known universities that people across the continent flock to. In my head it works sort of like university in the seventeenth-ish century where there's not really an age limit, you just go whenever you can pass the entry exams. Katante and Ostana are also up and coming in general schooling for younger kids since that's something Gideon and Erik, the respective kings, are pretty adamant about fostering.

The smaller countries, like Daxon, or harder to access countries like Sestencia or Quel, which are both islands, don't have the same opportunities because people aren't really going there for that, if at all. Quel and Daxon are very patriarchal countries so women can only receive so much schooling (and even that is only to keep other rulers off their backs.) Sestencia is a queendom and is much more open to education for everyone, but because of their naval strength it isn't really utilized. People are getting whatever they need to have a baseline and then getting out to learn how to work on a ship/dock/what have you.

Finally, the city-states of Moirania and Herousia are very trade-school heavy. They aren't big enough to have the demand for quote-unquote-"proper" higher level education, but they're very successful merchants, cartographers, repairmen, etc. Moirania definitely does a better job at educating its citizens, but its mostly because they have a reputation for being smaller, more rural, and therefore less educated and the Arkos family is full of spiteful little brats.

#writeblr #wbw ask #wip: gatd #wip: iglf

1 note · View note

bubblyhoney · 3 years

Note

hi!! i just found ur blog and i rlly like ur writing! i don’t know if u do platonic requests so feel free to ignore this but could u do karl jacobs with a younger sister (maybe like 14-16 yrs old ish)? like i had this thought the other day that he seems like he has such a good relationship with his siblings and i feel like he would be a good older brother. also i feel like he would be lowkey protective and like be one of those brothers that’s like “ima beat up ur bf” but he wouldn’t do anything lol just try to be intimidating (sorry this is long and kinda specific no worries if u don’t wanna do this)

joe mama

warnings: mild language, younger sibling superiority, 100gecks slander,

tags: platonic!karl jacobs x fem!younger sister!reader

A/N: i actually love this idea and i think the headcanon format would work really well with this so here! also i have no basis for any of the things i made up about the reader and karl i fibbed on approximately everything. it was really fun writing this :] very wholesome of me. also! to make this more of a true “x reader” format i didn’t include any looks or genetic references or how you’re related to him (adopted, biological, etc)

i think karl is someone to make fun of you to your face but brag about you to his friends behind your back

“you look like a sewer rat who got a perm” when you get out of the shower but he’s all “yeah she cares so much about her appearance even though she looks good 100% of the time” to anyone else

your mom used to make him drive you to your friends’ houses and he’d play 100gecks so loud you couldn’t even talk. he did it on purpose tbh

your age gap is a little troublesome when it comes to being able to see him, as he lives fairly far away and has a job and all his friends there but you have little to no means to go visit him

on your christmas break he does actually buy your family all plane tickets and insists you come to his house and cook for him

he thinks you’re a spoiled brat, you think he’s an arrogant jackass

in all honestly your relationship is 80% love and 20% hate

his absolute Worst pet peeve when you lived together was you coming into his room when he was quote unquote “Seriously Gaming” and insist he help you with your school project or help you reach something on the top shelf of the kitchen cupboard

your worst pet peeve was the absolute Volume at which he chews

he chews like a cow.

the first crush you ever had was a blonde boy named connor who played basketball and had a coconut haircut

you went to a middle school dance with him during your 8th grade year and karl convinced your teachers (who had known him to be a prankster with semi-good grades in their classes) to let him be a chaperone

every slow dance he’d grab the microphone and very pointedly say “Leave Room For Jesus.” until connor would shuffle back an inch

in all seriousness , karl finds it extremely frustrating to see you unhappy, so he does anything in his power to make you feel better. whether it’s a horribly edited minecraft music video or having a heartfelt conversation (during which he kinda maybe sorta tries not to cry) you always hang up the phone with a smile on your face

he used to film these cute home videos during his middle school - high school years and you’d play his magician assistant, side kick, or partner in crime

they’re a treasure, and anytime he badmouths you you threaten to post them on youtube.

he shuts up pretty quick

he’s definitely the type to save all his notes from high school for you to use later

the hand-me-downs from him are absolutely Killer

the amount of grandpa sweaters he amasses is uncanny!

but you look so cute in them so he doesn’t care

mini karl :)

A/N: let me know what you think nerds !! <3

#karl jacobs #karl jacobs headcanon #platonic!karl jacobs #platonic!karl jacobs x reader #karl jacobs fanfic #mcyt #mcyt x reader #platonic!reader #bubblyhoneyfics #honey answers #my sweet anon

86 notes · View notes

shyflameweasel · 3 years

Text

This is in the same universe as this. I honestly have no clue why I wrote this but here it is.

Once more, your impromptu roommates never cease to amaze you. Its still up in the air on whether or not that was a good thing however. So instead of anymore health questions (you think it stopped cause at one point someone hurled on the carpet) things had relatively settled into some form of mad normality.

Until the new neighbors got involved. They moved in maybe a week ago and seemed relatively normal at the time. It wasn’t that they were crazies or a bunch of murders, which was apparently your house instead, nope. It was that they seemed to think that they had the full reign to be in everyone’s business while letting their kids run amok. And that as neighbors they could bug you at all hours of the day for ‘neighborly favors’. You don’t mind helping someone out now and again. But you draw the line at someone complaining that your door wasn’t unlocked for them to waltz right in.

‘Oh I’m sooo sorry about that. Here let me give you my bank information, the keys to my house, my social security and my ID. Ya nooo.’

You refused to be pushed around like that. And it wasn’t much better when one of their spawn ‘At this point you couldn’t call them kids but calling them gremlins would be an insult to the gremlins’ for some reason were just...looking through your window cause that’s an entirely normal thing to do and saw one of your roommates. How do you know that? Because they told you after banging on your front door and trying to force themselves into your home demanding to quote unquote see the alien.

It was a bit of a hassle but you had managed to get out of the door to close it behind you so they wouldn’t try to get into the house. Leaving yourself and the two kids outside. The older of the two, a little girl of nine, stamped her foot. “We wanna see the alien!” she harrumph, glaring as well as small child could. Her little brother, six years old, nodded his head.

“Ok, why do you think there’s an alien in my house?” “Cause we saw them in the kitchen.” “Well you’re wrong there- wait” you paused for a second realizing something. You’re kitchen couldn’t be seen from the front window so that would mean... “Why were you looking in my window? More importantly why were you in my backyard?” “Bored.” You take a deep, calming, breath in. It wouldn’t do anything if you got mad at the kids. It took a lot of convincing that no, there was no ‘alien’ and that they wouldn’t be taking them on any space adventures. Luckily they didn’t throw their normal fit and headed back home.

You thought that was the end of that...until a couple days later another neighbor, this one non-crazy, came up to you. Apparently the spawn you caught trying to break into your house had told their mom you had an ‘alien’ living with you. But she took that as a different kind of alien and started spreading that you had an illegal person living with you. You may not have been too sure if the dudes could legally be at your house since they were a completely different species but still! Thanking them you went back to your house, neither of the parents would be back for a couple hours so you had to wait.

You fell face first into your couch groaning. These people have been trouble from day one. “Hey, you okay there?” Reluctantly removing your head from the cushion, you saw Deimos standing in the hallway. You gave a half-hearted wave before face planting back into the couch with a grumble. Maybe you could put off the inevitable headache. Apparently he didn’t get the memo as a few moments later something poked your cheek. Repeatedly.

Tilting your head enough to uncover an eye, you glared at his toothy grin. “Ah come on. No need for that. Why not tell little old me what’s got ya panties in a twist?” You considered that for a moment. They had heard you complain about the neighbors before. (”If they’re so annoying why not kill them?” “Hank, no. That’s illegal.” “Not in Nevada.” “Well your Nevada was a free for all murder fest.”)

Grumbling, you momentarily drop your plans of suffocation by cushion and sit up. “It’s the neighbors again.” You think he raised his eyebrow, kinda hard to tell from his lack of eyes. “Again? What they asking ya to babysit their brats again or gettin huffy about ya not lettin them come over.” Groaning you drag your hand over your face, “No, the mom’s spreading rumors that I have illegals in my house.” “Illegals?” “People that got into the country without a passport and paperwork.”

Deimos seemed slightly confused at that “Huh. And that’s bad why?” You reconsider your suffocation plan “It’s bad because if someone believes what she says they could call the cops.” He snorts. “No I’m serious Deimos, I have no clue how they would react to you guys. If they don’t arrest you for not being...y’know” you gestured to all of him “Plus I’m pretty sure you guys are living here free.” “One rude and two we pay rent.” “Dude I’m pretty sure you’re all committing tax evasion.” You had absolutely no clue how they were even paying rent and a part of you didn’t want to know.

Shaking that thought and its implications away, you get back on some tract. “I’m gonna try talking to the mom when she gets home from work in a couple hours to try and fix this mess. Hopefully things will go my way.” You really hope you didn’t jinx yourself...

And you jinxed yourself. When you tried to talk to her she did her best to brush you off. And when you brought up how her kids shouldn’t be in a strangers backyard she had the gall to laugh at you. Not only had she not punished her kids for basically trespassing on your property, she congratulated them on finding out about your ‘alien’ friend. If this woman wasn’t crazy you’d eat your favorite hat. So after unsuccessfully trying to talk some sense into the woman she slammed the door in your face. Sighing, you decided that you’ll try to catch the husband before he leaves for work tomorrow and see if he could talk some sense into his wife.

You’re pretty sure this is where things seemingly went off the rails. Because after having just as much luck with the husband as you did his wife, you didn’t hear from them for about two weeks. When you did hear from them it was when you got home to see a moving truck in their freeway and a for sale sign in the front yard. Catching a glimpse of them the parents looked disheveled and twitchy. Trying to catch their attention had them flinching and scrambling back into the house when they saw that it was you.

You found that a bit weird but went inside anyway to be greeted by a smug atmosphere. Deimos was sitting on the couch with a laptop but turned to you with a sharp toothed smirk. You had a gut feeling that something had happened that you wouldn’t like. It was proven right. “So I saw that the neighbors are movin out. Pretty weird I gotta say.” “Deimos-” “Real shame, they seemed like such nice folks.” “Deimos.” “They were just getting settled in and everythin.” “Deimos!” That got him to quiet down but did nothing for his shit eating grin. “What. Did. You. Do.”

Apparently he and the others took offense to the possibility of law enforcement. (”Not like it would do much but it would be annoying to loose a cozy place like this.”) So they, not including 2BDamned who seemed to be the only one with some kind of sense, decided to go to war with the neighbors. Which included but not limited to: messing with their cars, hacking their computers, ominously standing somewhere they weren’t supposed to be, sharpening weapons, moving everything in the house slightly off by an inch. Three fully grown and fully trained men decided that one annoying family in the suburbs was a threat.

You stood there blinking unable to grasp exactly you just heard. So you did the next best thing. Go straight to your room and sleep because you sure as hell did not know how you ended up with these loons.

#madness combat #so I apparently have two reader stories going on #one of blood and guts #and one of just having them as annoying roomates #that's on two very separate ends of the spectrum #this thing wouldn't cooperate while writing so sorry if its bad

42 notes · View notes

hopelesshawks · 3 years

Text

Physical Fatality Part 1- Respectable

Summary: You’re a rising star in All Might’s agency. Hawks is the darling of Endeavor’s. By virtue of your job descriptions, the two of you are supposed to hate each other, or at the very least be cautiously neutral. For a long time that’s exactly what the two of you did. You stayed out of each other’s way and formed little opinion of the other. One fateful night at an HPSC gala changes all that.

If you don’t want to see Physical Fatality content blacklist #hopelesspf

This story will have multiple NSFW parts so it is 18+ ONLY minors dni

Masterlist

You sit down at your desk staring almost blankly ahead. “Hey Katsuki, can I borrow your hoodie really quick?” you ask the man whose desk has been next to yours for almost a year now and who just so happens to be the number three hero. He looks at you, then the leather jacket you’re clearly wearing, and raises an eyebrow. “What the fuck are you talking about?” he asks. “Bakugo. Hoodie. Now,” you try again, extending an expectant hand out to him. He notices the diamond engagement ring that had made its home there for the past couple of months is gone so he takes off and hands over his hoodie. “Thanks,” you tell him giving him a smile, before carefully folding up the hoodie and then promptly shoving it in your face to muffle your frustrated scream.

“Are you ok (y/n)?” a different voice asks full of concern. You lift your head out of the sweatshirt to find a freckle-faced man hovering in front of your desk. “I’m fine Midoriya,” you sigh. “Liar,” Bakugo scoffs. You glare at him before throwing his hoodie at his face. He still manages to catch it, the bastard. “You and Monoma broke up didn’t you?” he asks without missing a beat as he puts his hoodie back on. Midoriya’s eyes get wide as he turns back to you to confirm. “Yea, we did. For good this time,” you relent. “What happened?” Midoriya asks with sad eyes. God you’re too sober for his pity, but you’re also still at work so you guess you’ll just have to power through because there’s no way he’ll drop it now. “The usual. We fought and he got mean the way he always does. I just finally had enough,” you shrug. “Don’t do that (y/n), you know you can talk about it with us,” Midoriya insists, grabbing a chair from a nearby desk and pulling it up to yours. As he sits down you realize there’s no talking your way out of this. The lower ranking heroes were taking all of the patrols today so the three of you had plenty of time to go over your failed engagement.

“Fine! Geez, he basically called me a slut with no friends,” you finally admit. “What? None of that’s true!” Midoriya protests. “It’s kind of true,” you shrug. “Bakugo and I are your friends!” Midoriya insists. “Don’t rope me into shit you damn nerd,” Bakugo scowls. “He said you two don’t count cause you’re my coworkers and I almost never see you guys outside of work,” you reply. “That’s just because we all basically live at work,” Bakugo says rolling his eyes. “So we are friends then?” you smirk at Bakugo. “What are you on about?” he scowls. “You didn’t contradict the friends part of that sentence,” you point out. “Obviously we’re friends, dumbass. Shouldn’t have to fuckin tell you all the time,” he huffs, slightly embarrassed by the admission which makes you laugh. “You know you’re not a slut either,” Midoriya cuts in. “Nah, she was definitely a slut.” “Kacchan!” “What? If anything she should go back to being a slut. She was way more fun then,” Bakugo shrugs. “I agree with Bakugo on this one. Monoma is an asshole and I never would’ve gotten engaged to him in the first place if All Might hadn’t pressured me into a relationship with him,” you point out. “Wait, All Might is the reason you two got together?” Midoriya asks. “Did you not know this story? The tabloids were eating me alive because of all the one night stands. Monoma was the quote, unquote ‘perfect opportunity to make me respectable’ and get the tabloids off my back. I didn’t care but the agency has a reputation to maintain,” you explain. “Speak of the devil,” Bakugo suddenly says. You turn to see where he’s looking only to groan as you notice your now ex-fiancé storming into the room.

“We weren’t done talking (y/n)!” Monoma shouts as he rapidly approaches your desk. You quickly spin around so your back is facing him. “Do you think he’ll go away if I pretend I didn’t see him?” you ask Bakugo conspiratorially. “Doubtful,” Bakugo scoffs. You groan in response just as Monoma finally gets to your desk and spins your chair around to face him. “You’re being unreasonable, just take the ring back,” he insists as he holds the obnoxiously large diamond out towards you. “No Neito, I told you we’re done,” you sigh. “You don’t mean that. Baby, please,” he begs and it’s starting to tug on your heart a little bit. For one tiny moment you think maybe you’re being too harsh. After all, in spite of the circumstances from which it all started, you had grown to love him over the years of your tumultuous relationship. For just one moment you consider saying fine and taking back the ring. Then Monoma does what he always does: he opens his stupid fucking mouth. “I could make you golden if you’d just show some respect,” he promises and it’s so ludicrous you could almost laugh. Almost. “You know, I’d tell you to shove that stupid ring up your ass but I’m afraid it would never fit with your head already stuck so deep in there. Fuck off Monoma,” you tell him.

He looks like he’s about to protest again but Midoriya and Bakugo both are stood beside you in an instant. Having the number one and number three heroes as your closest friends has its perks. “Walk away extra,” Bakugo warns, his palms sparking. You see the green sparks of Midoriya charging up his own quirk out the corner of your eye and you’re sure Monoma must be shitting himself at least a little bit. “So you’re trading me in for some of the wondrous 1-A boys then?” he asks and it makes you roll your eyes so hard it’s a wonder they don’t fall out. “No Neito. I’m just done with you and your bullshit,” you insist. “Please don’t go away,” he finally begs as one last ditch attempt to win you back. “It’s too late,” you tell him. He opens and closes his mouth a few times before finally giving up and walking away.

When the door finally shuts behind him you sag in relief with a sigh. “Did he just refer to you guys by your class name from fucking high school?” you ask in disbelief as Bakugo and Midoriya finally relax and go back to sitting. “He did,” Midoriya sighs. “Jesus Christ I almost married that guy. I was prepared to have kids with that guy!” you groan. Midoriya gives you a reassuring pat on the back. “Why couldn’t All Might have tried to set me up with you instead Midoriya,” you pout. “O-oh! I’m flattered! But uh I really don’t think of you that way. Not that you’re not attractive or anything! I don’t mean it like that! Just yknow I see you more as a sister and uh-“ he stutters as his face goes red. His rant is cut off by the sound of your laughter. “Oh my god, Midoriya relax! I’m kidding! I know you’re very happy with Uravity. The two of you are adorable together it’s disgusting,” you assure him. “Hey why’d you say that shitty nerd over me?” Bakugo cuts in with a raised eyebrow. You roll your eyes. “You can’t fix my reputation Bakugo. The only reason you don’t have to fix your own is because you’ve had the same shitty one since high school so it’s just part of your brand now,” you point out. Bakugo doesn’t particularly like that answer but you’re not wrong so he doesn’t contradict you. “Whatever, at least there’s that dumb ass HPSC masquerade thing tonight,” he grouses. “How is that an ‘at least’? Those things suck,” you groan. “They aren’t that bad! A bunch of the retired heroes are gonna speak!” Midoriya tries to encourage. “That’s exactly why it’ll suck,” you sigh. “Wrong as usual, dumbass,” Bakugo smirks. “Oh really? Enlighten me then oh wise explosion murder god,” you say, turning to face him. He glares at your use of the old moniker but decides to give you a pass this time since Monoma was such a brat. “You only hate them because you’ve only been with the stupid respectable copycat where you had to make stupid respectable small talk to create a stupid respectable reputation. This time you’ll roll in with us, we’ll get drunk on the company’s dime while Deku fusses, and we’ll be anything but respectable. Fuck being respectable,” Bakugo asserts. “You know what? Fuck it and fuck being respectable,” you agree. Bakugo grins at you as Midoriya looks between the two of you concerned. “I guess you earned it,” he sighs and your grin only brightens.

Tonight is going to be one to remember.

Author’s Note: I honestly feel like Monoma is more of an asshole here than he is in the anime/manga but I mostly just needed someone to fit into this role and I couldn’t bear to have any of 1-A do it cause I love them too much so here we are 😬

#hopelesspf #hawks #wing hero hawks #hawks x reader #hawks x y/n #bnha

76 notes · View notes

descendantofthesparrow · 3 years

Text

Shuffle Playlist - Rewrite - Part of Your World - Harry Hook x Reader - Part 14 - Discoveries

Evie hung one of the last dresses on the transportation rack, when a knock sounded on her door. She pushed the dresses apart for her to step on the other side and called out; “come in!” Doug entered moments later, a smile on his face.

“Hey! How was the camping trip?” Evie turned to him with furrowed brows.

“C-Camping?” Doug's smile diminished and he looked at her slightly confused.

“yeah?” He tilted his head at Evie “Carlos and Jay said you and the others went on a last-minute camping trip to relax?...is-is that not what you did?” Evie sighed, the questions running through her mind stopping as she realized what had happened.

“oh, um, yeah they lied to you” Doug looked a bit offended “you see, Ben was kidnapped on the isle” now he looked alarmed “let me finish, we saved him and saved Auradon” Doug let out a small sigh of relief and took Evie's hands.

“is everyone okay?” Evie looked off to the side for a moment “you hesitated what happened” She grimaced and shook her head a bit.

“um, well…you know how our parents are kinda pieces of shit?” Doug looked surprised at the swear but nodded “well… Harry's dad is…kinda really bad and…that didn’t turn out well on Harry's side…that’s all I’m saying” she gave a small smile and turned, grabbing some of Dizzy’s accessories that she had brought back with her and sliding some on her arm to carry easier.

“Is he okay now?” Doug asked quietly, stepping to her side and leaning into her field of vision.

“yes” Evie assured him “Mal healed him when we left the isle and he’s with (y/n) now, he should be just fine for cotillion tomorrow~” Doug nodded and gave Evie a small smile.

“that’s good, you had me really worried for a moment there, was anyone else hurt?” Evie thought for a moment then shook her head.

“Mal has a cut on her cheek but that was the worst of our end thankfully.” She gave another smile and looked back down at the accessories “you know…while I was there…I realized something” Doug put his hand on her shoulder “I was lucky enough to be given a chance, and now I need to give someone else a chance too” her mind flashed back to five months ago when Harry had asked Ben to bring Uma over, and maybe after cotillion she could ask about Dizzy?

“My uncle bashful used the say that” Doug switched the topic, sensing Evie was not in the mood to talk about what had happened on the isle with him. Evie smiled, happy with the sudden change and turned to him, her brow raised a bit.

“did he?” Doug nodded, then pursed his lips a bit.

“but, really-really quietly” Evie laughed, spinning around to face the transportation rack and gesturing to it.

“come on, we have dresses to deliver~!” Doug happily obliged to her non-verbal request and moved to the rack, pushing it as Evie pulled it out of the room.

Two hours later, after every dress had been delivered, Evie returned to her room and grabbed her last two outfits she had to deliver.

A red rose gown and a red and black suit.

She handed the outfits to Doug and dug into her bag again, finding the red ruby earrings with small crossbones skulls hanging from the top. “perfect” she muttered, carefully holding them in her hand and leading Doug to (y/n)s room.

She knocked on the door, humming as a couple of moments passed by and no response came. She knocked again and sighed when again no response came, she gently opened the door and cooed as she looked inside the room.

On (y/n)s bed was her and Harry, curled up together under her many blankets as soft yellow fairy lights hung above them, the title screen of a movie playing on her tv.

Evie snuck into the room, gesturing Doug to be quiet as she set (y/n)s new earrings on her desk and motioned for Doug to hang hers and Harry's outfits on her closet door.

Evie spotted (y/n)s notepad on her desk and wrote out a small thank you note, pinning it to her corkboard that hung just next to her desk.

She ushered Doug out and turned, smiling at the sleeping couple, and slowly closed the door behind her, shushing it as it shut with a loud click.

“There we go” Evie sighed, turning to Doug and wrapping her arm around his “I’m starving, how about you?”

“Food sounds good” he chuckled, guiding Evie to the cafeteria.

Carlos watched from afar as Mal swung her feet just of the gazebo floor, her toes just grazing the cool lake water. He froze as she turned to look at him, her emerald green eyes softening and she invited him closer, turning back to the water as he did so and sat down beside her.

Mal laid her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes, while she and Carlos hadn’t been friends before Auradon, she was glad that she had him by her side now.

“so…you broke up with Ben?” Carlos started, giving Mal a soft smile as she looked up at him. She slowly looked back down at the water as she thought of what to say.

“I…yeah” she sighed, letting her weight fully lean onto Carlos, who lifted his arm and wrapped it around her shoulder. “I’m just…not ready for the relationship he wants…I know I hide my feelings and shit but…I really don’t know how he expected me to just, be good with all of this Auradon lady stuff within six months…I feel like a failure” Carlos let out a low hum, squeezing Mal's shoulder.

“well, you aren’t, you did your best, and your best was good enough, you just found out that that life…isn’t going to work out for you, it goes against your mental wiring, yes maybe you could adjust to it but would you be happy with it?” Mal pursed her lips, Carlos shook her a bit “well?”

“no” Mal muttered, picking at the loose thread on her pants “no I wouldn’t be happy like that…Ben…he said he wanted me…the real me, the isle me-wait…no he wouldn’t want her, she's rude as fuck” Mal smiled at the snort that erupted from Carlos, before it slipped off as she remembered something. Mal stopped Carlos as he was about to speak again “Hey…I did this for Evie but…I wanted to do the same for you” He looked at her confused “I’m sorry for the way I treated you when we were on the isle” he looked off to the side for a moment before he realized what she meant.

“oh! Yeah, it's no biggie” he attempted to brush it off but Mal adamantly shook her head.

“No! it's not “no biggie!” I treated you, Evie, and sometimes Jay, horribly! Even after we became friends! You were and are deserving of kindness, and I’m sorry that I was so fucked up that I was the rottenest little brat to you” Carlos stared at her with wide eyes. “what?”

His shocked look melted into a comforting grin “Thank you Mal” he wrapped his arms around her, pulling into a tight hug that only lasted a moment “sorry, just remembered; you’re not really affectionate” he laughed, grinning wider as Mal giggled along.

“it’s-its fine when it comes from you three” Mal hummed, turning to look back at the lake.

“sooo back to the Ben break up talk?” Carlos tried, smirking as Mal blew a raspberry “come on, you need to talk it out with someone, or else you’re gonna explode keeping it all bottled up.”

“…I’m happy I broke up with him” Mal spilled, not looking at Carlos as his brows shot up “I thought about our future and I realized if I kept doing what I was doing, and we kept going with how we were…neither of us would have been happy…I need to learn to love myself before I can love him properly, because…if (y/n)s forced quote an’ unquote therapy sessions” Carlos laughed at that “taught me anything. It’s that…I rely on someone else's love to measure my self-worth”

Carlos hummed, squeezing Mal's shoulder again “that’s not a good thing”

“no!” Mal huffed, running her hands through her hair and pulling at the roots “it isn’t! I've been trying to earn my mother's love for 16 years, then I just hop to doing so much bullshit to make sure Ben will love me! I dyed my hair blonde, I dressed in those itchy dresses, I dropped my entire personality for all that! And-and it wasn’t good, I felt like I was slipping away Carlos” Mal sobbed, tears trailing down her cheeks as she finally broke “I don’t even remember what I’m supposed to act like without all that because I spent so long doing it I just-I forgot what being ME felt like” Carlos fully wrapped his arms around Mal and pulled her tight to his side. “I-I know it sounds like I’m being pathetic and having a fucking pity party but I’m just so fucking scared Carlos” Mal whimpered, throwing her arms around Carlos’ torso and pushing her cheek against his shoulder “on the isle my life was commanded by my mother and my identity was pleasing her, and here my life has been being Ben’s girlfriend and pleasing the people of Auradon so they think I’m not some villain whose just after Ben because he’s king…I-I do really like Ben Carlos”

Mal sniffed, pulling back one of her arms and wipe her nose “I do, it's just that…being with him hasn’t helped me move on from my mother bullshit and im-gah!” Mal let out a yell, pulling back from Carlos and burying her face in her hands “I’m having a fucking identity crisis because of my fucking mother! Why can’t she just leave me alone! Why can't all this dumb shit be left behind five months ago! Why do I still have to deal with it?!” Carlos let Mal rant, rubbing her back as she broke down.

“because life is unfair that way” Carlos sighed “Mal I know exactly what you're dealing with right now” Mal peeked out from her fingers, her eyes shining “I still have nightmares from living in my mother’s closet, getting trapped in the bear traps on the ground, or when she would burn me with her cigarette…even ones were she sends dogs at me to kill me…I still hear her voice in my head, telling me I’m worthless, that I’ll never be better than dog chow, my only use was being her servant” Carlos swallowed down the lump in his throat “but I know she's wrong, I’m not anything she says. I’m a tech genius, I've made several computers on the isle just from scraps, I've enhanced my 3D printer to be the best in Auradon, faster than any other and the quality is still top-notch, I've made a tiny little device that was able to make a hole in the barrier, I've gotten offers to work for Tony fucking Stark!” Mal gasped, reaching forward to grab Carlos' shoulders in excitement.

“holy shit what!? When? How? Why?!” Carlos smiled, prying off her grip.

“I knew you all were distracted by something else, especially you, so I didn’t want to make you stressed by my stuff either, it was two months ago. I didn’t take the offer because I want to finish school, but the offer still stands when I graduate in two years” Mal grinned, but it turned to a pout as Carlos gave her a look “Now back to the original topic, I’m not letting you deviate from it, you need to let it all out”

Mal stared at him for a moment before shrugging “I…feel like I already did…Auradon is stressful, my mother is the base of all my mental shit, and I’m not ready to be in a relationship with the dude I love because until I can love myself and learn not to rely on others value of me as my own value I can't be with him in a way that won't hurt him” Carlos slowly grinned “what?” “you said you love Ben~” he teased, laughing as Mal turned red and smacked him.

“I did not!!” she screeched, yelping as Carlos half tackled her and pulled her into an arm lock “Let me go you heathen!”

“you love Ben~ you love Ben~” Carlos sang, laughing as she tried to smack at his face “Come on, pixie! Let's get you back to the dorms, I think you need a nap”

“Don’t call me pixie!”

“How bout gremlin?”

“Carlos!!”

Chad carefully pulled the 3D printed copy of the king's crown from the printer and pressed a kiss to the emblem on the front. “Finally,~” He walked over to the mirror that was installed in Jay's standing dresser and carefully perched the crown on his head, smiling as his full cotillion outfit came to light.

He looked like a king~

He tilted the crown down a bit and laughed, posing in the mirror “oh what's that? Why no Audrey, I haven’t chosen my queen yet~” He purred to the fake Audrey in his mind. He turned and started to walk away before spinning back around to pose again “why no Audrey-”

Suddenly his phone rang, and he turned, raising his brow as he walked over to his phone “who could be calling me?”

Caller ID - Audrey <3

Chad let out a high-pitched scream of excitement, dropping his phone to the floor as he gripped his head “ahhAH! Audrey!!!”

“chad!” Carlos groaned, glaring as the other dived to the floor for his phone, and shushed him “Chad! This is my room chad!”

Chad shushed him again, making Carlos roll his eyes. Chad hit the answer button on his phone “Audrey?”

“Hey Chad um, I’m kind of stuck in Sherwood forest, my tire went flat. Could, could you come help me?”

“yeah of course!” Chad covered the mic and turned back to Carlos “she got a flat tire in Sherwood forest and she wants me to come fix it~” Carlos squinted a bit and looked at Chad with an odd look.

“that’s six hours away”

Chad looked at him as if what he said wasn’t a long road trip. “Really? Only six?” he turned back to his phone and put it back to his ear “I’m gonna be there faster than I thought”

“Thanks Chad, I was going to come to cotilli-“ he pulled the phone away and pressed a kiss to the screen, hanging up on Audrey and starting to walk out the door when Carlos stopped him.

“Ah-My printer my crown” Carlos took the crown off Chad's head, who chuckled and gestured back from the printer to the crown before shrugging it off.

“I’m coming Audrey!” he ran down the halls towards his car, leaving a bewildered Carlos in his dorm.

“wow,” Carlos snorted, shaking his head and walking into the room, tossing the crown on Jay's bed. Carlos flopped down on his bed, Dude hopping up next to him moments later “these last two days have been crazy huh?”

“You can say that again” Dude snorted, halfway crawling on Carlos' chest and laying his head down “Nap time?”

“Nap time” Carlos chuckled, pulling his pillow over his face to block out the afternoon sun and sighed.

-end of part 14-

yep, part 14, we’re almost to Cotillion guys! also yep, Doug does not accuse Evie of cheating on him even though he had no reason to do so in the movie and he shows concern over Evie and her friends safety when she tells him about the isle~ what?? no~ this isn't a dig at Doug's awful D2 writing!! how could you accuse me of such a thing~! (Doug had alot of potential but like Mal it got ruined in the second movie and he was pushed as a full on background character in the third) also MORE CARLOS CONTENT~ yes he is smart boi and deserves that recognition and yes, the avengers exist in this universe. hopefully that Mal talk didnt sound like a pity party.

anyway PERMTAGLLIST

@queer-cosette @sephiralorange

@lunanight2012 @daughter-of-the-stars11

@musicarose @random-thoughts-003

@remembered-license @rintheemolion

@thecaptainsgingersnap @descendantsobsessed

@verboetoperee @imtryingthisout

taglist

@thesailbells @beccad10x

#disney descendants #harry hook #harry hook x reader #Descendents #descendants #harry hook descendants #harry hook imagine #anti mal #just in case #anti doug #just in case 2 #rewrite #part of your world #shuffle playlist

72 notes · View notes

blueamphibians · 2 years

Text

TL;DR: Being an "unlovable" brat when I was younger due to undiagnosed ADHD ended up okay, and I'm happier now with good friends.

Y'know, I used to regret losing so many friends as I moved into the higher grades, but like. I lost those people because I was displaying completely unregulated ADHD symptoms--and I can regret being a quote-unquote cringe child, but the fact of the matter is that I weeded out a lot of people who wouldn't have tolerated me without masking?

And then the people that stayed ended up being the most LGBTQ ND bitches I have ever seen in my fucking LIFE.

I'm out here collecting these mf's like pokemon, we got ADHD Transmasc, Unspecified ND Bisexual Nonbinary, Unspecified ND Pansexual GenderisaConceptAndI'mWinning, like at some point it just sounds like I'm casting gay little hexes instead of saying actual words. (Honorary Tribute here to the one NT cis girl I'm friends with, she's such a fucking goddess. Her vibes are astronomical.)

(EDIT: SHE WAS NOT CIS LMAO, BABES NB)

Anyways, I think I was just spiraling a little because being undiagnosed made me chalk up a lot of my behavior to me being unlovable instead of...y'know, something that was happening for a Reason, and that Reason could be managed.

And obviously, I still mask a little, but with my friends, it's because I love them and I want to.

Do I massively downplay some hyperfixations? Yes, because sometimes people don't have the emotional bandwidth, usually because they have their own fixations.

In which case, all I have to do is be patient. So yeah, it's nice and I feel happier nowadays than I did when I was younger. I have fewer friends, but y'know.

It's okay.

And I've started to realize that...even when new people try to befriend me nowadays, I don't feel desperate like I did when I was younger?

I don't feel the need to cut away parts of myself to be liked. And y'know, I'd like to say that it was self-reflection blah blah blah but it's honestly because I have people now that treat me right. And that's given me a more accurate sense of self-worth.

#ADHD #Dan if you reply to this post I'll kill Zari /hj #I talk #I talk alot in a way that i cannot even read #the mortifying ordeal of being known but idk keeping friends feels impossible sometimes but it can be something you have

2 notes · View notes

iamvegorott · 3 years

Note

MadMare idea! you know mangled well what if when mare tries to take mat against his will he ends up with Mad instead, and Mad is a lil shit and just keeps talking like “You really couldn’t pay attention long enough to get the right guy?” And “You know that that not how you tie a rope- if your trying to keep me here don’t wrap the rope around it’s self-” That sounds like something a man who owns people killing puppets would say. P.s we both have a comfort ship in madmare!

Shared comfort ship! Woot! Also this became a whole thing XD ---------------------------------------

One moment, Mad was walking home, and the next he was sitting on a chair in a small, dark room. Mad glanced up at the single light above him and he wiggled his hands around, feeling how the rope was tied around them. Mad ran his tongue over his teeth in an attempt to hide his smile. He perked up when he noticed he was no longer alone.

“Hello, Matt. How about we-”

“Mad.” Mad corrected.

“What?”

“I’m Mad, not Matt.” Mad titled his head as the person stepped into the light. He easily recognized who it was and it just made this ‘kidnapping’ a lot more fun. “And how are you today, Mare?” Mad felt Mare’s surprise at his name being said and how it was a nickname instead of his full name.

“You’re not Matt,” Mare stated.

“I mean, that’s what I said.” Mad chuckled, seeing Mare turn away. In a blink, Mad was out of the chair and standing in front of Mare and he, once again, felt shock from Mare.

“How did you?” Mare looked over at the empty chair.

“I’m one of you.” Mad wiggled his arms a little and he swung them forward, showing that he had undone the rope. “You also need a lesson in rope tying. I knew in seconds that it was too loose and you only had one section of knots and it was facing my palms? You’re lucky that my creator doesn’t know ropes as well as I do.” Mad giggled and held out the rope, letting it fall to the floor when Mare didn’t take it.

“Who the hell are you?” Mare asked, lowering his voice and taking a step towards Mad.

“Was that supposed to be intimidating?” Mad felt the forced anger. “I have an animatronic bunny that’s scarier than you.” Mare’s anger was now no longer forced. Mare reached out to grab Mad but Mad predicted the move and blinked away, now behind Mare, walking around the chair.

“I already told you that I’m Mad, well, I can be more formal and say Madpat.” Mad stopped when he was at the side of the chair, leaning a hand against the back of it and placing a hand on his hip. “And if the ‘who’ was more implying what I am instead of my name, I’m just like you, Natemare.”

“Like me?” Mare had some curiosity slowly growing.

“A creature created through a supernatural phenomenon with involves a rift in the seams of reality when a fictional character becomes popular amongst a large crowd and is able to squeeze through said seams of reality and becomes a living and breathing, quote-unquote, ‘person’ with powers beyond human comprehension or grasp.” Mad spoke quickly and nonchalantly. Mad waited for a second and tried to see if there were any changes to Mare’s feelings. Strangely it remained curious, no fear or anger to be found. Mad liked that. “I am fairly aware that there is a large variety of those like me, while we’re not the same in the most part, we do share a common ground. A centralized creator. Mine is Matt.”

“Mine is Nate,” Mare said, showing some trust in the other. Mad smiled at Mare, knowing he had to be outright with his emotions for others to catch it.

“I’m not sure who all you know since I am only aware of your presence through the memories of my creator and it seems that the, as they call themselves ‘Ipliers’ and ‘Septiceyes’ are unaware of you. You’ve kept yourself hidden and I’m actually quite shocked you’ve managed that.” Mad giggled, feeling how Mare enjoyed the compliment. “It’s interesting that I’m no longer the only one who doesn’t have others from his creator.” Mad noticed that shift. He couldn’t quite place what it was for since it was so subtle, so he decided to push a little more. “They’re fairly inconsistent about how they view the creations, or ‘Egos’ as they put it. Some see others as friends, life-partners, siblings-” Mad stopped. That was fear. “You’re not alone.” Mad started walking, finding that the room was much smaller than originally thought and he was right next to a wall. “I could probably...if I dig through these memories…” Mad spoke to himself, knowing Mare could hear him as the fear was practically radiating off of Mare now and little specks of anger were in there as well. “Phantom?” Mad felt the slap of fear and anger hit him and he barely had time to react. Mare was over at him and shoved him against the wall, pinning him by holding one wrist to the wall and the other hand was on his neck.

“You want to use Matt to keep him safe,” Mad said. “You wouldn’t be this scared if you didn’t care about him.”

“I am not scared,” Mare said through gritted teeth.

“Trust me, you are.” Mad swallowed, feeling Mare’s fingers on his throat as he did. “You’re not scared for your life, I can tell that. But you fear your brother being found by others, of them going after him because of you. I have a feeling that he’s just as strong as you, but you’re probably the older of the two or at least take that role, so you put his needs over your own.”

“You don’t know anything,” Mare said.

“My creator has a son, a little boy that’s more curious than even I am.” Mad physically felt Mare’s hand loosen its hold on his neck. “I would literally set the world on fire to keep him safe. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for him. I’ve sacrificed a lot for a child that isn’t even mine. But I do it for him.” Mad wasn’t fully lying about that. He did enjoy the kid and would keep him safe as needed, but there hasn’t been a need. But Mare didn’t need to know that.

“There’s a child in your life?” Mare asked and there was another shift in emotion one that made their position a little...awkward.

“Y-Yes.” Mad couldn’t help the stutter and he couldn’t help how his face warmed up. Feeling attraction from others wasn’t rare, but he wasn’t used to it being aimed towards him. That was a big change and Mad wasn’t sure how to react. His breathing got uneven when Mare moved his hand away from his neck and rested it on his chest, still keeping his other arm pinned to the wall.

“The others don’t know of us?” Mare asked, voice softening.

“No. They only know me because I found them first. They live in two different houses...I have my own, away from everyone.” Mad felt like he was going to drown in the attraction, in the sweet scent of what was slowly becoming lust. Mare didn’t need Mad’s powers to catch the blush, the heavy breathing, the struggle to look him in the eyes.

“You’re on your own?” Mare moved in closer, closing off what little space there had been between them.

“Yeah.” Mad felt his breath get caught in his throat. He could choke on the wave of lust that coated the air. “Just kiss me already.” Mad bluntly said, tired of the short-lived tension.

Mare dove right in, pressing their lips together. Mare quickly moved his hands to grab Mad’s waist, grinning into the kiss when Mad immediately wrapped his arms around Mare’s neck. Mad let out a little whine when Mare bit his bottom lip, getting him to stop the kiss. Mare held Mad’s chin and tilted his head up.

“You’re kind of cute when you’re not being a brat.” Mare chuckled, thriving in the change of dynamics.

“Shut up and take me to your brother’s house.”

“How did you-”

“I guessed.” Mad giggled and pulled Mare back down into another kiss, laughing when Mare practically growled against his lips and soon the two were gone, the room disappearing from existence as well.

#the one demon robbie #madmare #going from we gonna fight to we gonna...kiss #Mad is all sass till someone thinks he's cute

11 notes · View notes

hi-epervier · 4 years

Text

@slenderiscoming some Naruto & Fugaku hijinks since you expressed interest in that.

Pre-sasunaru, Fugaku bullies his way into adopting people, Naruto is Naruto. Here's what I have so far, Hope you enjoy <3

Modern AU where down-on-his-luck, ex-homeless kid Naruto, age 20, saves Fugaku’s life while Fugaku’s stranded in the States, with his family back in Japan, and no one else can/is willing to help. He also visits Fugaku at the hospital, and when they clear Fugaku for discharge, brings the old bastard home to his tiny firetrap apartment, with its mess and his possibly-drug-dealers roommates, because Naruto can't not help complete strangers and the staff said they needed someone to keep an eye on the old bastard in case of medical complications.

And. Fugaku is 1000% appalled at everything, and complains, a lot, and demands they put an end to this farce, and generally makes a nuisance of himself, until Naruto tells him to shut his trap. Which works for exactly twenty seconds and just because it caught him off-guard. Then Fugaku resumes complaining, only a little less fervently.

And. Naruto’s everything Fugaku despises, but he’s also the only one who helped, and Fugaku can respect that. That’s a good kid. A good, extremely rude, potty-mouthed, sloppy, gay kid, but, a good kid. And in Uchiha Fugaku’s books, that counts more.

And. Fugaku’s got a stick up his ass. Anybody who knows him can tell you that. So this kid, with his brashness, and his loud mouth and everything, is confusing. Completely baffles him, and he’s not a man who likes feeling baffled. Fugaku wants everything to make sense and be efficient, and cause as little trouble as possible, and things do! Because he’s not the kind of man you mess with. He’s intimidating as fuck, and a hardass. He gets his way.

Naruto doesn’t give a shit. That’s the first thing he learns about the kid: Naruto doesn’t give a shit. He talks back, he speaks his mind, and gives as good as he gets. Naruto doesn’t put up with his ‘respect your elders’ crap. They butt heads. But Naruto is kind. After the initial clusterfuck, it’s actually pretty easy to talk to this kid because Naruto talks back immediately when he’s not okay with something!!! And he doesn’t hold grudges. Fugaku’s own sons aren’t like that. They’ve inherited his stupid pride gene. And his way with words. Naruto’s way to deal with conflicts actually resolves them. Fugaku may have to admit it’s more efficient than his own method. Who would have thought?

It’s evident that Naruto is a complete disaster. His lifestyle- bad. Very bad, no good, nuh uh. Fugaku disapproves, vocally so. He tries giving orders advice. Doesn’t work. Naruto doesn’t give a shit. He tries shoving money at the ungrateful brat who doesn’t see common sense when it’s trying to beat him on the head. Naruto gets royally offended. Turns out they’re both stubborn assholes. Still doesn’t work, and Fugaku is hell-bent on helping out this kid who does not wants his help.

So, Fugaku has a (brilliant, if he says so himself) idea. Fugaku has a son around Naruto’s age. Sasuke’s gay. Naruto’s gay (bisexual, or whatever. Fugaku’s not paying attention to what the fuck ‘labels’ are. Whatever. Naruto likes men. Fugaku asks, just to make sure. Repeatedly. they have a shouting match- whatever). They’re both good kids. They could learn a thing or two from each other. Naruto should feel honored, Fugaku’s son is such a catch.

Two birds, one stone. Fugaku helps out this bratty good kid he’s getting way too attached to (fathers-in-law get to shove money at their sons-in-law when they feel like it and nobody can stop them, right?), and Sasuke gets a boyfriend who’s not one of these good-for-nothing twinks he’s been hanging around. Everything is good. People should give Fugaku a medal for his exceptional ideas. No wonder his eldest is a genius.

Naruto is not on board with the idea. He’s so not on board with the idea that he thinks it’s a joke and gets a good laugh out of it. Past the first five minutes it start looking like he’s dying.

How fucking dare he, and why the fuck not? Fugaku’s son is a catch. Naruto should be fucking grateful. Not just anyone gets deemed worthy of joining the Uchiha clan, and Fugaku’s son in particular is a catch. Naruto is an idiot. Fugaku is offended on his son’s behalf. And what’s wrong with arranged marriages? Nothing. Nothing is wrong with them. They’re efficient and Fugaku knows what’s best. Naruto is an idiot.

Naruto starts calling him a Pimp. Fugaku’s brilliant idea is backfiring and Fugaku’s feathers are ruffled. But he’s nothing if not stubborn (he’s right, dammit).

Is it because Naruto wants children? Fugaku assures him that there are options for 'his kind' if he wants to reproduce, and says some really offensive shit while he's at it, and Naruto jibes back that he's being a real asshole right now. Fugaku tries to correct course by informing him that Mikoto will not care about his proclivities as long as he and Sasuke give her grandchildren. Naruto goes 'wow, you're a real piece of work'. And then decides to fuck with Fugaku's head by saying 'maybe I don't like kids'. And Fugaku hadn't even considered that and looks like he swallowed a lemon when presented with the possibility. He asks 'don't you?' and Naruto almost pisses himself laughing with how much just asking that is putting a strain on this old bastard, but he keeps a straight face. Fugaku doesn't receives an answer, so he goes 'well, but, an heir...' but concedes that it might suffice if his eldest conceives instead, and he supposes they'd still give Naruto and Sasuke their blessing despite this obviously huge let down, and Naruto must realize how generous he's being there, obviously, and and... somewhere around that part Naruto takes pity on him and goes 'nah, kids are cool, I was pulling your leg. Still don't want you to pimp me out tho', and Fugaku is both like 'oh thank fuck' and 'why'.

If it's not the kids, it must be something else. Is it because of the costs of moving to Japan? Fugaku would take care of that, obviously, as head of family. The logistics? Consider it done. Are Naruto's shitty jobs the problem? Just get rid of those, and Fugaku will find him a better one in Japan, more worthy of his future station, or Naruto can go to school there, get a diploma, it's not a problem that Naruto is mentally challenged, Fugaku has connections. Does Fugaku need to go yell at Naruto's shitty boss? Landlord? Mean aunt? No really, does Naruto need him to yell at anyone? (Fugaku likes yelling at people. Very cathartic). Is it Japan? Does he not like Japan? Well, the whole family could uproot itself to the States, at least at first, like for a year or two, Japan is obviously superior and Naruto should see the errors of his ways. No? Then why? Is it Sasuke? Does Naruto think Fugaku's son is unworthy of him? Does he not like brunets? Does he fear Fugaku's son is not aesthetically pleasing? Fugaku falls over himself to reassure Naruto that his son is, quote-unquote, 'a stud'. Naruto goes 'oh my god you crazy old bastard, where did you learn that word and also what the fuck'. They keep bickering and eventually Naruto gets fed up and yells that you can't just dictate people's lives like that, and Fugaku, old fart from old money, genuinely confused, goes 'well, why not?' Naruto can't believe he's stuck with a matchmaking tyrant for the next few days.

Fugaku continues his campaign to convince Naruto that The Idea is good. Ramen. Ramen is a thing that Japan has. In fact, it has plenty of it. (It also has natto, and Fugaku very crankily informs Naruto that american breakfast standards are subpar. 'just eat your cereal,' Naruto sighs. Fugaku glowers at him around a mouthful of froot loops)

#naruto uzumaki #fugaku uchiha #sasunaru #narusasu #sns #dumbasses. dumbasses everywhere

60 notes · View notes