#where there’ll be a bunch of people

[enderpearlll]

Yandere!Bob Velseb - My Favourite Employee. PT 2.

Um. So this is way longer than I expected so there’ll probably be a part three and four. Sorry not sorry. Can you also tell I don’t edit my work?

Gender-Neutral reader, but pet names such as darling, sweetie, sweetheart, and sweet pea are used.

TW/CW: Yandere content, stalking, descriptions of paranoia and anxiety, brief panic attacks, etc.

• That evening Bob walked you home, you felt sick to your stomach. The smell of Bobs cologne was soothing and stuck to your clothes even after you took off his jacket, but that didn't fully rid of the anxiety building in your stomach.

• Maybe it was the build up of stress…. Yeah, that was it. You decided to give up your shifts for the next three days, thinking that a break from work would be refreshing. But that night when you were getting ready for bed, you felt like you were being watched. Like someone was there with you... It definitely didn't help with the paranoia.

• It was a restless night, spent tossing and turning in hopes that no one was actually watching you and that it was all in your head. Luckily your coworkers were understanding, but when you called in the next morning Bob was distraught. He called you nonstop until you answered.

“What happened? Are you sick or somethin’ sweet pea?!” “Yeah, I asked someone else to take my shifts for a few days, hope you can understand…” “… Of course I do darlin’! Just take it easy, okay?” “Alright, thank you so much Bob!”

• You felt relieved that Bob understood your dilemma, and soon enough you calmed down and spent the whole day trying to relax. After a few hours of bliss, you felt that horrible feeling crawl down your neck again. You walked into the kitchen to grab a snack when you felt eyes on your back. With a shaky sigh, you scavenged through the kitchen for a snack to distract yourself. Turns out that it didn’t help and your kitchen was barren.

• You decided to get some fresh air to calm down, going for a walk to the grocery store. But even on the way there you felt like someone was following you. It didn’t help that you actually heard footsteps and eerie snapping. Like a camera shutter going off… So you practically ran the entire way. When you got to the store you felt soothed in the public eye. At least there was other people around so creeps wouldn’t dare to pull anything in a public place.

• But that only made you think harder. Should you call the police? Eventually you decided against it, seeing as it was only a gut feeling that you were going off of. And you didn’t want to know if someone was actually watching you, not at all. You’d rather live in blissful ignorance.

• You were at the snack isle, shoving a bunch of junk food into your basket. You were debating on whether or not you should buy actual food when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You nearly jumped out of your skin and quickly turned around to face the culprit. It was Bob! (Wait, wasn’t the restaurant still open—) He laughed at your jumpy attitude and pat your back, wiping a tear from his eye. “Woah there, sweetheart!” “Hah, sorry. I wasn’t expecting to see you here, Bob.”

• Bob chides you for your horrible food choices, poking fun at you. You felt safer with him around, walking around the grocery store as you both talked about life. You didn’t ask him why he was off work so early, deciding to focus on the task at hand. Eventually you leave with a cart full of groceries, to which Bob was happy to help you take home.

• You let him walk you home again, feeling much more comfortable walking back with him. You felt bad for making him carry almost all of the bags though, but Bob was persistent on carrying all of them. Of course you didn’t let him do it all by himself so he made you take the lightest bags. When you got home, Bob let himself in and helped you put everything away.

• You felt weirded out seeing your boss look so domestic, his cheeks a bright red as he hummed a tune while asking you where the cereal went. When all was said and done, Bob asked if you wanted something to eat. You politely declined and said that you could just order out, but Bob was appalled at the idea.

“What?! No way, I can’t have my darlin’ eating junk when you’re feeling sick! Don’t worry ‘bout nothin’, I won’t poison ya!” “… You make me burgers for lunch everyday.” “Well, that’s my cookin’! I don’t wanna have you eat something that I didn’t cook for ya myself.”

• Inevitably, you caved into his offer and you both began to make some chicken noodle soup. When you put on an apron, Bob began to drool and blush red hot. You blamed it on the heat in your house, chopping vegetables. Bob was doing most of the cooking, you measured out the ingredients since he wanted you to take it easy. (Even though it was your own kitchen—) “My lovely chef! Where would I be without ya?”

• You loved Bob’s cooking, so when it was time to eat you were impatient. And wow, was it worth all of the effort! You felt all warm and cozy sipping at the hot broth, giving compliments to the chef. Bob was flustered at your praise, cleaning up the kitchen as you ate to your hearts desire. “Aw, thanks darlin’. I’m happy to cook for ya any time!” “Wait, aren’t you going to eat too?” “O—Oh! Um, I’m not the biggest fan of chicken myself, heh.”

• Bob left after tidying up, wishing you a farewell as he trekked back into the cold. It was a chilly night, so before he left you gave him some gloves and his jacket. Bob was literally shaking at the notion, uttering a strangled thank you as you slid the gloves onto his fingers. (Mind you, he was a big guy so he didn’t exactly fit them.) Now that you were alone again, you didn’t feel as paranoid again. Having Bob around was a nice distraction.

• You settled down with a movie and some popcorn, calling your coworker to check up on them. Other than Bob, you grew rather close to them. “Hey!” “Oh, what’s up? How you feeling?” “I’m feeling way better now, I bumped into boss at the store today. He even cooked for me, ha.” “Oh, that’s where he was! Boss closed the restaurant early today after getting off the phone with someone, he was frantic. In the middle of lunch rush too!” “… What?” “Oh yeah, he even called in sick for the next few days too.”

• Guilt seeped into your skin, a familiar feeling of dread sinking in as you dropped your phone. Bob closed the restaurant for YOU?! “—Bro? Hello? Dude, you okay?” Your coworker asked, worried sick. You picked up the phone with shaking hands, curling into a tight ball. “I… Uh, I gotta go. I’ll call you later.” “What—? *beep*”

• You pinched the bridge of your nose, your heart pounding out of your chest. It was probably a coincidence, you were definitely just imagining things. Bob would never close the restaurant unless it was an absolute emergency, so why would he..? You shook your head and turned off the TV, ready to head to bed before you kept yourself awake with your thoughts.

• As you hauled yourself into your room, you didn’t notice the splotches of steam left on your window, left behind from someone’s erratic breathing. As you brushed your teeth, you didn’t notice the sound of your window sliding open. Nor did you hear the sound of a camera shutter as you washed your face, trying to shake off the feeling of something watching you.

• Turns out he got too desperate, seeing as you walked out and were greeted with the silhouette of the devil-horned man. You screamed at the top of your lungs, watching as his impossibly wide grin drooped down. His chest heaved up and down as he wiped away his drool, heart beating out of his chest. You ran into your washroom and slammed the door behind you, rocking back and forth as you dialled the police station.

• This couldn’t be happening, no way. When someone picked up on the other end, you let tears of relief fall down your face. “Hello, police station—?” “T—There’s someone in my house, I think they broke in!” You sobbed into the speaker, cupping the phone close to your face. You quickly told them your address, desperately gasping for air. It was a few minutes before sirens blared through the streets, waking everyone up at 12 in the morning.

• You heard the door slam open, the sound of someone walking in echoed throughout the house. You waited until they reached your bedroom before clambering out of the washroom, running into a brown-haired officer. “Woah there, are you alright?” You could barely form a proper sentence, on the verge of a panic attack. Another officer came in the room, concern laced on his features. “There’s no one here, John. I think they ran.”

• You fell onto your knees, shaking and trembling on the cold floor. “I swear, someone was here! Please, you’ve got to believe me—! He was wearing a devil costume—“ The older officer named John kneeled down to your level, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Don’t worry, we believe you. Jack, let’s do one last search.” And they left you in the living room with a blanket they found, searching the house one last time.

• “There was no one to be found, but your bedroom window was wide open.” Jack said, watching as John inspected the lock on your door. John sighed and scratched his chin before checking the time. “Keep all of your doors and windows locked, we’ll keep an eye out. Call us if you have any more trouble.” He left you with those words of advice before him and Jack made their leave. None of what they said helped you at all, only serving to make you even more paranoid.

• You grabbed your phone from your pocket, checking the time. It was two in the morning, the cops had spent two hours searching your house for the intruder. You sighed and went to your contacts before clicking on the one that said “Boss.”. You bit your lips as you waited for the phone to ring, tears welling in your eyes. “…Hello? Sweet pea, what’s wrong? You okay?” “B—Bob, can you come over? Someone tried to break in a—and—!” You broke down sobbing, hearing frantic crashing and shuffling on the other side of the phone.

“Sit tight, I’m on my way sweetheart.”

(End of part two. Gotta love cliffhangers.)

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[waitwehadhomework]

The One Where He Is Suave (he is, shut up Pansy)

  People would probably never believe him if Draco were to tell them that he preferred children to adults. It is unbelievable, he’ll admit, but it’s the solid truth. Children are loud, clumsy, messy little creatures. They also don’t judge people for who they are or where they happen to come from. They always speak their thoughts; even if those thoughts are better left unsaid. They don’t understand things like war or politics or prejudice, no. They stick to the more important things like; why are clouds so fluffy? Or, why are brussels sprouts so disgusting? Draco loves them.

  This is why he is secretly delighted when their Care of Magical Creatures professor tells the class that their year will be in charge of supervising the first years on a field trip located in the denser parts of the Forbidden Forest. There are audible groans all around and Draco had to quickly hide his excitement behind a mask of bored indifference.

  “Oh c’mon, don’ be like tha’.” Says Hagrid as there is another round of groans. “It’s jus’ fer one day, an’ the firs’ years are all well behaved, so there’ll definitely be no problem.”

  “You’re sending us into a dangerous forest with a bunch of infants, you oaf.” Pansy complained under her breath. “I see a lot of problems.”

  Draco refrains from rolling his eyes. “Hush, Pansy.” He shushes her.

  “It’s fairly simple.” Hagrid claps his hands together. “Yeh’ll be split inter’ groups o’ three, and yeh’ll be helpin’ each other supervise groups o’ ten.”

  An excited murmur arises around the students as they begin searching out and clutching onto their friends. 

  “Ahem, I’ll be pickin’ yeh groups for yeh if yeh don’ min’. Ya know, inn’er ‘ouse unity an’ all.” Hagrid continues causing more groans. “I’ll start now, yeah? Righ’ now, we ‘ave:

  Lovegood, Thomas an’ Zabini

  Parkinson, Weasley an’  Macmillan-”

  Pansy let out a wail of despair. “A Weasley and a Hufflepuff? Is he trying to kill me? You know, I wouldn’t put it past him.”

  When Draco doesn’t answer, she hits him with her book. “Show some sympathy, will you! I’m being led to my death here!”

  “Ow!” Draco rubs at the sore spot gingerly and glares at her. “Poor you.” He says, his voice flat. 

  “-an’ the las’ group; Smith, Malfoy an’ [L/N]!” Hagrid beams at the whole class who- unsurprisingly- does not beam back.

  Draco chokes on his own saliva and turns to face Pansy, horrified. “Who did he just say I’m grouped with?”

  “ Zacharias Smith and [Y/N]  [L/N], why?” Says Pansy, not paying attention to him but to her nails, examining them with a detached sort of satisfaction, unaware of Draco’s crisis. 

  There’s a moment of silence as Draco tries to regain his composure when the realization hits her. “Oh, oh. Is that the girl you’ve been going on about for- I don’t know- a century?” 

  “No” Draco denies quickly, but he knows it’s useless when Pansy smirks evilly.

  “Oh ho ho. This is gold, you literally have her to yourself for a whole ninety minutes. Draco Malfoy, whatever are you going to do?” She drawls.

  Draco gives Pansy a look which he knows conveys just how much he would like to throttle his best friend. Pansy is undeterred and she sticks her tongue out at him before scanning the crowd.

  “Just where is the unlucky girl, I wonder?” She muses loudly.

  “She’s right-” Draco stops himself. “I don’t know who you’re talking about.” He fibs. In truth, he’s actually been staring at her on and off throughout the whole class but Pansy doesn’t need to know that. Judging from the sly look Pansy is now giving him, Pansy already knows that. 

  “Oh Draco, you have it so, so bad, honey.”

  The Field Trip

  The first thing Draco notices about her is that she gives great lectures. All the first years are enraptured as she describes different magical creatures and plants with creative little details, not to mention adding her own fun facts to keep the children's attention from wandering. The next thing Draco notices is that although she is great at teaching children, she’s not that great with, well, children. He watches in amusement as she squirms uncomfortably when a little Ravenclaw girl praises her in awe, and then has to stifle a chuckle as she flinches away from a young Hufflepuff boy when he grabs and holds onto the end of her school robes.  

  “Charles, what exactly are you doing?” She asks, her voice strained.

  Charles looks forlornly up at her. “My aunt told me that if I’m ever in an unfamiliar place, I should stick close to the most responsible person.”

  “Oh, boo hoo” Smith mutters nastily. Draco shoots him a glare but Smith doesn’t see it, occupied as he is scowling at [Y/N]. 

  That’s the next thing Draco notices. As far as observation serves him, [Y/N] and Smith seem to have a strong mutual disliking for each other. Every once in a while, one of them would take a subtle- or not so subtle- swipe at the other and after a particularly cutting comment from Smith, Draco was about ready to hex off his private parts. How dare he.

  The three of you and your little group had reached a small clearing in the forest and [Y/N] had decided to give the first years a little break by giving them free rein.

  “This is exactly how I wanted to spend my day,” Smith says sarcastically, leaning back against a tree. “Babysitting a bunch of brats while listening to Ms. I-know-everything over here prattling off about fungus. What joy.” He sneers.

  That’s it. Draco’s had enough. He raises his wand and a hex is already on the tip of his tongue when he’s blocked by someone stepping in front of him. At first, he’s confused because he thinks [Y/N]’s trying to stop him from cursing the bastard but then he sees that she has her own wand out and it’s jabbed directly in between Smith’s eyes.

  “Careful now, Smith. I have tolerated your pathetic, immature whining up until now but you still insist on mouthing out your lame, dumb, downright imbecilic thoughts. You have two choices; shut the fuck up or get hexed. It’s completely up to you.” She threatens menacingly, eyes narrowed into dangerous slits.

  Draco stares at her open-mouthed. He’s never seen her like this before. Like sure, he’s seen [Y/N] when she’s mildly irritated but even then the most she’d ever done is glare murderous daggers at the offending person.

  And she has been glaring daggers at Smith, he supposes. She’s probably just reached her breaking point.

  It’s a shame that Smith hasn’t come to the same conclusion.

  “What, are you seriously gonna hex me in front of all your precious little first years?” Smith goaded. 

  [Y/N] freezes as if just now registering her surroundings, shoulders slumping in defeat as she lowers her wand. “You’re right” She says regretfully. Then a beat.

  “KIDS, VOTING GAME TIME! Who do you guys like better; me or Mr. Smith here?”

  There’s a short moment of surprised silence then the small group erupts chaotically into cries of “[Y/N!]” and “I like [Y/N] the best!”. Draco is pleasantly startled when he hears a few voices exclaim “My favorite is Draco!”

  It warms his heart and he sends an uncharacteristic smile the children’s way.

  “There you have it, Smith. I have a feeling that they won’t be telling on me, whatever I do to you.” [Y/N] gloats, wand gleefully trained back onto him.

  Draco has to admire this side of her . Even though he knows just what she’s capable of, having already witnessed her in action. She’s never really been the type to use her skills in such a way. It’s what drew him to her in the first place.

  Smith bares his teeth in an ugly snarl. “You wouldn’t fucking dare [L/N], I’ll -”

  “ Densaugeo!”

  The Hufflepuff doesn’t stand a chance. The rest of his sentence is cut off as his front teeth start growing at an alarming speed, eliciting surprised yelps from the first years and a very unladylike snort from the caster. Draco can do nothing but stare as Smith tries to conjure the counter-curse through his botched dentures, fails, turns tail to flee... and barrels head first into a tree, effectively knocking himself unconscious.

  Salazar, we’re going to be in so much trouble.

  “ And that, darlings, is how you deal with morons.” [Y/N] bows with an overexaggerated flourish to enthusiastic applause, cheeks glowing with poorly concealed pride, the first years clamoring all into her space, praises of amazement filling the air. 

  Draco is done for, he hopes his family will attend his funeral. Cause of death: [Y/N] [L/N]. The love of his life, a menace to the general society. May his soul rest in peace.

  “Umm, you won’t tell on me, will you?”

  It takes him a solid minute to realize that the question is directed at him, along with bright, questioning eyes.

  As if I ever could. “Why would I? Prick got what he deserved.” An idea occurs to him then. “On one condition, though.”

  [Y/N]’s posture straightens minutely, interest piqued. “What?”

  It’s now or never, he decides. “Next Hogsmeade weekend, have lunch with me.” Wait, that was too abrupt. “Uh, please?” Ugh, nice going you simpleton. 

  Quietness descends as [Y/N] and the first years both gawk at him wearing identical looks of bewilderment. Oh crap, he completely forgot about the first years. Merlin, smite him now. 

  “... lunch as in a date?” [Y/N] questions, suddenly standing right in front of him, gaze piercing. When did that happen?

  “Y-yes, a date.” He barely manages not to stutter, desperate to exude the notorious Malfoy confidence he absolutely does not feel. “ I would like to court you, if you’re amenable to the idea.” Great, now he just sounds snobbish. Where the hell is Pansy when he needs her?

  “If I’m amenable,” [Y/N] repeats, smile spreading slowly across her face, “how gentlemanly of you.”

  Is he being teased right now? 

  Before he can work himself into a full blown panic, she takes pity on him as well as both his hands. It’s a considerably light hold, the barest of pressure applied and yet he finds that he can’t. Bloody. Breathe.

  “Breathe, Malfoy.” She grips his hands harder, grounding.

  “I’m trying.” He wheezes. He really is, he swears on his mother. It’s just a tad bit difficult when the person he’s been obsessing over is casually touching him like it’s nothing when he’s trying not to flipping die.

  “Do you really mean it? You really want to date me?” The query is uttered softly, meant only for him, the uncertainty so clearly laced in her tone catching him completely off guard.

  “Yes I bloody well mean it!” He splutters, “what the hell do you think I’m freaking out for, woman?! This is way out of my comfort zone, mind you and if it wasn’t obvi-” His tangent is interrupted by peals of sudden laughter. [Y/N] collapsing into him in a fit of uncontrollable giggles nose pressed against the side of his neck.

  Without thinking his arms wind themselves around her automatically, holding her in place as she tries to calm herself down. He’s not even mad, it was a stupid tangent anyway. He takes a chance and nuzzles the top of her head gently, immediately emboldened when she doesn’t pull away.

  “You dolt,” She says into his collar, voice muffled by the fabric, “I’ve been trying to get your attention since forever. I’m the one freaking out right now.”

  No way. No fucking way.

  He hugs her tighter. “So you’re saying tha-”

 “I’m saying yes.”

  Salazar, Merlin. If you’re listening, thank you you sadistic bastards.

#Draco Malfoy #draco x reader #Harry Potter #oneshot #fluff #he's always gonna be a dork in my mind

[sly-fox-stalks]

Birthday Boy

Feature - Bonten Mikey x afab Reader

Warning: Alcohol consumption, Heavy Dub/con, fingering, cunninlingus, explicit content, language

A/N: Happy birthday to the dark impulsed Bonten leader Mikey! Might make this a series since this was a thought for an entire story.  Also sorry for grammar/spelling mistakes! 

Word Count: 4377

Summary: It’s bad to show up to a birthday party without a gift.

MDNI (18 + Over)

Birthday boy

“I still don’t get why you couldn't just go without me,” you huffed and fixed your dress back over your ass for the 12th time. It was too short, but it was the only option for you on such short notice after your best friend practically threatened not to speak to you for a month if you didn’t attend this party with her. 

So you agreed and she dressed you up in one of her “sexier” (what you would call a “Ho”) dresses that included a pair of 6 inch heels which you were not crazy about either. She had plenty of friends that liked this kind of stuff. Rides on yachts, pool parties on rooftops, heavy drinking, drugs, ect. To be fair you enjoyed having a good time when the time called for it but you knew the kind of crowd you were walking into. Rude girls looking to compete with each other and men who don’t know how to keep their hands to themselves.  

The combo of not being able to walk, a dress that was continuously on the verge of riding up to expose you, and the knowledge of the company you were about to meet made you extremely grumpy. 

“Come on Y/n, it's gonna be fun. There’ll be some real cuties tonight and more importantly a nice open bar, calling your name,” she giggled and held onto my arm affectionately. Your mood lightened a bit. You couldn't stay mad at Eri for too long. She was your bestie after all.. The elevator took both of you up and the view of Roppongi got clearer. It was breathtaking and a small feeling inside your stomach fluttered and you felt happy. Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad. If anything you could get a drink and hang outside. 

The metal door slide opened and you step onto the red carpeted hallway. You were surprised to see men, dressed in black suits, lined the way. They didn’t acknowledge you as Eri pulled you up to the end where two guards bouncers stood in front of two rather large Mahogany  doors. 

The one holding the clipboards looked at us expectedly, his stare slightly harsh as he waited. 

“Eri Shinomori”, your friend announced and held your arm a little tighter. “And she is my plus one! We’re here with Kimiko-”

To both of your surprise the man interrupts her by opening the right door, music and chatter on the other side. Eri squeals under her breath and walks you in with excitement. You are met by another man in a tux and he offers to take your coats and purses. Eri gives him her things and she tells him her name. You give your jacket but opted to keep your purse. After giving him your name he walked off and you two went deeper into the apartment. You gasped quietly.

It’s huge.

The place held well over fifty people, all standing around talking amongst themselves. Eri led you over to a couches by the floor to ceiling windows where a bunch of girls were sat, all styled and made up beautifully. They looked like a bunch of super models and much to you disdain the woman you least liked was seated in the center. 

Kimiko Yue. A friend you could not understand why Eri had. She was extremely rude and talked like she owned Tokyo. She took what she wanted and was unnecessarily cruel to anyone she didn’t see “worthy” enough to be around.  Her sharp eyes noticed you two as you got closer and she squealed in delight. 

“Eri-chan! You made it!” She got up and hugged your friend. She was quick to pull away and give her a once over. “That’s an interesting choice of shoe, kind of reminiscent of the girls at Fugo.”

Fugo was one of the lower end strip clubs out in Shinagawa. Your nose crinkled at the comment but you stayed quiet. It was never a good idea to take the bait. You fight the frown tugging your lips and pulled Eri closer to you. You wished you would have gotten a drink when you first got there. Kimiko’s  friends giggled around her and then she turned her attention to you.  The few moments of silence of her looking at you gave you time to prepare for her ridicule.

“Who’s your friend Eri.”

Here we go. 

It wasn't like you hadn’t met months ago, or that you just spent all last week going shopping with Eri, her and her little posse. On top of that you were also the only foreigner that hung out in that group you could call friends.

“It's Y/n”, you reminded her nicely, forcing a soft smile to appease her. “You look so pretty Kimiko.”

“Of course she does,” a girl hummed and sipped her drink. “She’s gotta look all nice for the birthday boy.”

They group went into a fit of laughs and giggles and then started talking as if you weren’t there. Doing you best to not roll your eyes, you offered to grab you and Eri some drinks. She nodded, half listening as she tried to jump rope into the conversation.  Despite the apartment being so big you were able to find the bar after you sifted through the crowd. There were only a few guests standing and you could collect yourself in peace.  Catching the bartender’s eye you ordered two gin and tonics before turning to look at the room as you waited. You could barely see Eri and the girls but they were still at the couches gossiping about something. A part of you was sure it was about you. While you had been “accepted” into their group you were still an outsider. And if you didn’t know how to speak Japanese you would have been shunned the moment Eri introduced you. 

Not that you would’ve minded. 

Girls like Kimiko, you avoided like the plague. They were mean and acted entitled. It never sat right with you to treat someone as lesser but Kimiko lived off of it. The life of a high end stripper had perks but you’d rather go to a small bar and play pool or something goofy like karaoke. Looking away you people watched. There were a lot of men talking quietly amongst themselves in small pods. Most with drinks, some with lit cigars.  It seemed less of a birthday party and more like a conference. Eri never told you who’s birthday it was but you supposed it didn’t matter. The only people you would know were Eri and her friends. Your eye caught a bunch of movement at the door as several men walked in, to your amazement, all strangely unique in their attire and image.

“Here’s your drinks,” the bartender caught your attention, setting the glasses down. You broke contact with the group and looked at the drinks. You gave the bartender a smile and thanked him before heading back to the group. As you got closer you stopped walking when you noticed they weren’t at the couches anymore. Glancing around you couldn’t spot Eri anywhere.

 Taking a moment to calm your rising anxiety, you thought how dumb you must’ve looked holding drinks, looking like you got stood up. You made your way to the windows and found the door leading to the patio.  There was a couple kissing  by the railing so you moved to the other side around the corner where there were some chairs and a small table. You sat one drink down on the glass table carefully before  taking a large gulp of the first. If you were going to be stuck at a party by yourself you might as well get drunk and enjoy the view in solitude. No one was going to miss you and you weighed that the sight of the sparkling city and the two drinks would be better company.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY MIKEY!!” The crowd inside roared,  shaking you a little. You tried to peek from your seat through the window but everyone blocked your view of the man of the hour. Smiling and turning back in your seat you raised your glass to the city and smiled.

“Happy Birthday Mikey.”

You downed the first drink.

~ * ~

You hadn’t come back inside yet. It wasn’t so much annoying but frustrating. Mikey had noticed you the moment he stepped into the party. You were standing alone at the bar in a pretty blue dress. The fabric hugging you tightly and dangerously close to revealing your ass. His eyes followed the length of your exposed legs till they drifted up and lingered on your glossed lips, puffed out in a small pout. He wondered what had you in such a huff. It was his birthday after all and everyone at his party should be happy. 

The gang made their way towards the back where they normally sat and a happy squeal reached the head of Bonten’s tired ears. Looking over his shoulder one of his girls strutted towards him looking pretty and dolled up. He gave a soft smile as the blonde kissed his lips.

“Happy Birthday Mikey,” Kimiko cooed and touched his cheek, her manicured thumb rubbing against his lower lip. “Do you like the party?”

He hummed in approval and sat down on the black leather coach. Patting his leg, Kimiko promptly sat down brushing her thigh close to his crotch as she snuggled into him. She went off detailing everything she prepared and who was invited. Sanzu handed him a drink and he took a quick moment to watch you. You had moved to the center of the room, looking around the room confused and flustered. The subtle hue of pink heating your face. Seeing you hold a drink in both hands had Mikey’s lips twitch, close to dipping down into a frown. Who was the other drink for? Had you come here with someone? Why had he never seen you before?

You were completely ignorant to his stare unlike most of the guests who knew to be on alert if he wanted them.   But you were just in your own world oblivious of his existence. Why weren’t you over here, surrounding him like Kimiko was? Like the handful of other girls that just appeared. But you were looking for someone else.

Eventually you gave up and headed for the patio, careful not to spill the drinks. You slipped out of his view and then he frowned and leaned back displeased. He tried to stay in the conversation between Sanzu and Ran but his dark eyes flickered every so often back to the patio.

 Sanzu leaned over catching his mood change.

“Need me to take care of something?” The second in command’s blue eyes were alert and slightly dilated. When Mikey didn’t say anything the pinkette followed his gaze, curious what was on his mind.

Mikey stayed quiet and took another drink, keeping his gaze on the windows. 

At some point Kimiko must have got off him because before he knew it a cake filled with lit candles was pushed in front of him and her and the other girls were shouting happy birthday followed by everyone else. 

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY MIKEY!”

Everyone moved in to watch him and his gut twisted. He didn’t want everyone looking at him. He tried to glance through the windows and see if you had finally come in but the crowd blocked his view. The silent pause pulled him back to reality and he realized everyone was waiting on him. Taking a deep breath he blew out all the candles and a puff of smoke tickled his nose and everyone cheered. He was handed another drink, this time from the younger Haitani who patted him on the back. 

Forcing a small smile, he felt a bit of relief as everyone spread back out in the room. 

“What’s up Mikey,” Mochi suddenly asked. Him, like the other executives, noticed the change in Mikey almost immediately.

Mikey watched Kimiko making her way back toward him, holding a plate with a piece of cake on it.  He stood up and looked at Sanzu. 

“I want to be alone.” A simple statement but Sanzu knew Mikey didn’t want to be interrupted from whatever caught his attention. So the mad dog smiled and stood up and bounced over to Kimiko before she could reach him.

“That for me Kimi-chan?” He grinned and gripped her hips. She hit his shoulder playfully and stuck out her tongue. “Don’t tempt me babe.”

“It’s for Mikey,” she tutted and tried to get around him but he wasn’t letting go. 

“Mikey ain’t hungry right now,” the executive cooed and brought his lips to her neck and nipped at the skin. “But I’m fucking starved.”

Kimiko hummed in delight and brought her free hand to his hair. “Sanzu~”

“You’ll feed me, right babe?” It was impossible to resist him when he asked so nicely. The blonde nodded and gave him a hot kiss before he led her off to a private room. 

Mikey was already at the door to the patio, Ran and Moichi close behind him. They got the hint and waited inside by the door so no one else would step out. It took him a moment to find you, but once he turned the corner he couldn’t miss you. Tucked away in the corner, staring at the city as you held a drink. His eyes flashed to the small table next to you, seeing the empty glass. Seems you were enjoying both by yourself. 

It didn’t take you long to finally notice him and he stiffened as your gaze shifted to him, bright eyes meeting his dark ones. It felt like he was on a rollercoaster when his tummy fluttered. Not wanting to be caught in a staring contest he looked out at the city but moved closer, hands slipping into his pant pockets. Now that he had your attention he felt weird. Exposed to your unfiltered stare. Sitting down in the empty seat he continued to stare out. 

“It's a nice view,” you hummed. He looked at you in slight surprise but was pleasantly pleased you started talking first. The friendly smile on your lips was a complete contrast to the pout you held early. He decided he liked both but the smile did something different to him.

“It is,” he agreed. 

The silence was back and he waited for you to say something else. But for some reason you thought your drink was more interesting. You kept your eyes down and swirled  the ice around slowly. 

“You want another?”

Your eyes widened  at his question, and you looked up at him. When his question finally registered with your brain you smiled but shook your head.

“Thank you but I’m okay. I just finished these two in less than a half hour,” you laughed and sat the glass down. “I’m planning on getting drunk but I should pace myself.”

That caught his attention. Why did you want to get drunk?

“Why’s that?” He probed and leaned back in the chair. “Not enjoying the party?” 

A buzzed giggle left your throat as you stared out.

“No, the party is good. I’m just not crazy about  the company here.”

He raised an eyebrow at your statement. 

“Oh?” He pulled his hands out of his pockets and played with his fingers, more curious than before. “Not a fan of the birthday boy.”

He tried to play it as sarcasm but he felt a little anxious to hear your answer. You shook your head.

“Can’t say I know him. I came here with a friend but her group of friends are a bit much for me. So I’m keeping a low profile tonight.”

Somehow Mikey knew exactly who you were talking about. Seems you had been introduced to Kimiko and he found humor in your reaction to her. She could be a brat when she wanted to. 

“I take it you met Kimiko.”

“You know her,” you sounded surprised.  Mikey tried not to smile.

“Most do.”

“Of course,” you mused, unconsciously grabbing  your drink to take a sip from the empty glass. Mikey caught it. You must be buzzed. 

“Y/n.” You introduced yourself and sat the drink back down.

Your name sat in his mouth. 

He wanted to test it out loud but chose silence to mask his excitement. He liked your name and for a fleeting moment he wondered what it would sound like saying it with you on top of him, head tossed back as you gasped his.

“Manjiro,” the name was out before he could stop himself. Why would he give you his name? To mask his slip up he looked towards the direction of  the door.

“Let me get you another,” he insisted. 

You stayed quiet for a moment then nodded., “might as well.” You tried to stand up but he was quick to grab your wrist to keep you seated. He shook his head.

“I’ll get it.” He rose and walked back to the door and opened it, mumbling to Ran to get him two whiskey sours before coming back to you.

It didn’t take you too long to get the courage to start a conversation with him. Asking him if he'd lived in Tokyo for long, what he liked to do for fun. He answered vaguely when you asked about his work and only hinted he was in the business world. He easily switched the conversation to your interest. 

“What’s your favorite treat, Y/n?” He finally spoke your name, finding pleasure in the way it sounded. It was exotic. He asked several questions. Where you were from, did you live in Japan, what you did for work. You blushed at the last question and confessed you were in between jobs. He nodded and both of you watched as Ran walked towards him holding drinks. He offered one to him first before giving the other to you. Smiling and thanking the newcomer, you took the drink. Nodding to the purpled haired executive to leave, he sat his drink on the table and focused on you once more.

“Are you gonna come to the after party?” He asked quietly, hoping to peak your interest. 

You hummed, taking a small sip. Shifting in your seat Mikey didn’t miss the view of your naked thigh as your dress rode up. You seemed unaware and he didn’t  feel the need to mention it. Your skin looked soft. His hand twitched, wanting very much to reach out and rub it.

“What’s at the after party?” Smiling, you gave him a playful grin and leaned back to further recline in your seat. You were trying to get comfortable. Mikey took the chance and turned his seat to face you, then reached forward and propped up your heeled feet in his lap, your ankle close to his groin. Thin fingers pressed into your calves and massaged them slowly.  

“I’ll be there,” he finally answered, hands creeping closer to your inner thigh to test the waters and see if you were interested. He watched you bring the glass back to your pretty lips and take a much larger drink. 

“I guess that's a pretty good reason,” your foot moved slowly, careful not to hurt him with your heel. A large smile spread your lips when the side of your foot touched his cock, not fully hard but getting close. “With my friend ditching me I suppose I don’t have any other plans.”

You hummed as he rubbed circles in your thighs. 

“Such service…” 

The look on your face was beautiful. The alcohol was getting to you now and your smile had softened, along with your eyes. Pink dusted your cheeks as you gave him a playful smirk, “pretty sure it’s not my birthday.”

 Mikey touched your skin in awe. It wasn’t like he didn’t have his fair share of people to grope and hold but something about you resting on him, his hands holding you felt good. Really good. He wanted more. He handed you his drink , gently tilting it for you to drink. You gulped twice before he pulled it away.

“Just cause it’s not your birthday doesn't mean you can’t get a gift,” he assured her.

“That’s bad etiquette,” you slurred in disbelief. A soft moan passed your lips as his hand traveled a little higher, fingers now pressed against the seat of your lace thong that barely covered your slit. The fabric was warm and damp. The thought of you wet for him had his cock twitching, now fully hard and pressed against his black pants.  

“What’s bad,” he murmured in your ear.

“The birthday boy gets all the gifts tonight-” the last part came out in cry. 

Mikey snatched your thong out of the way and sunk his ring and middle fingers into you. Soft gummy walls clenching around him as he slowly pumped into you. You were so wet and by the way you desperately clung to his shoulders, leaning in so your bodies were pressed close , you were very sensitive. 

“You wanna give me a present princess?” He mused and pulled you away from him so he could look right at your face. Pretty eyes full of want melted into realization.

“You’re Mikey,?” You blushed at the new information. 

“You call me Manjiro,” he corrected. 

You nodded, biting your lip in thought. He moved his fingers out of your slowly , pulling a pretty gasp. Watching him carefully you leaned forward and pressed your lips to his. He returned it and came down on you harder, thoroughly enjoying the way you tasted. All you could do was submit and lean back in your seat as he dominated you. His other hand grabbed at your breast, kneading it slowly. He pulled down the top of your dress to play with your nipples through the lace of your bra. He wanted to see them completely naked but had another goal that was more urgent. 

Kissing you one last time, he knelt down in front of you and spread your thighs wide. Your thong was soaked, familiar lace like your bra but it had turned translucent from your slick. Wet enough for him to see your pussy.  His breath on you seemed to wake you up a bit, you fully understanding the position you were in. You weakly pressed a hand to the top of his head.

“Manjio-ah…we should find a ro-omhmm-” You tried but he pushed his fingers back in. Mikey felt your muscles clench around him as he moved in and out of you. He snapped his eyes back up to your face and the look in his eyes immediately shut you up. Your lips pressed together to hold back your protest but was replaced by small whimpered as he fingered you. When you tried to look away, he tsked and reached to grab your chin with his wet fingers. “You said the birthday boy got all the presents ya? Then let me open my first one.”

Your hazy eyes blinked slowly as you nodded yet affirmation was cut short when he pressed his open mouth to your panty clad cunt. A heavy moan rumbled in Mikey’s throat as he tasted you, despite the barrier of fabrics but he wasted no time to savor you like this . Tilting his head up his nose brushed up against your clit, swollen and needing attention. His tongue  shot out and made small circles in the lace, making direct contact with your bud through the floral holes. When he felt he needed more, he hooked his finger around the fabric and moved it to the side. Laying his tongue flat he pressed it against your hole before moving up through your folds in one long stroke. Your thighs shook and you moaned his name louder.

 Fuck that did him in. 

Grabbing the fat of your ass he pulled your ups forward till they hung off the chair and he bent your knees back till they touched your shoulders.

“MmmManjiroo,” you whined, either from the discomfort of being bent back on the chair as you were or because now that your cunt was fully exposed and wide for him. His tongue sunk back into you, practically making out with your pussy.  A gasp that sounded more like an airy laugh hit the chill air.  Your fingers grasped clumps of his white hair, gently pulling him closer as you rocked your hips up into his face. His drool mixed with your juices, making a slurping wet sound as he ate you out. The both of you stayed like this for a while, Mikey humming in pleasure every time you came, sucking up your release like a thirsty kid at the water fountain.

 At some point he barely heard your weak pleas for him to give you a break. He supposed you gave him enough for now. 

Carefully,  he brought your knees back down and rested them on his shoulders while he stayed crouched. His stare was fixed on your fluttering pussy, watching the creamy drool leak out of you. Not able to resist he leaned forward and gave your cunt one more solid lick, cleaning you up as he did. Standing up in front of you, he decided it was time for the two of you to leave. He didn’t want to be there anyways, but he’d agreed to let Kimiko and the girls throw him a party. He fulfilled his promise.

He came, blew out his candles, and now got to open his  present wrapped up in the prettiest blue wrapping paper. He decided he liked you in blue.

“Let’s get out of here princess,”  he wasn’t asking you. He pulled you on your shaky feet and fixed your thong and dress. Bringing his fingers between your faces he rubbed your release between his fingers before he told you to open your month. Like the angel he knew you were, your lips parted and he stuck the soiled fingers in, pressing down on your tongue. You hands sought out his sleeve for support and you breathed and let him use your mouth. He pinched your tongue gently then pulled out. He quickly rewarded you with a deep kiss and hummed tasting you again. “We’re gonna go home kay?”

Please do not steal work ❤️

#bonten mikey #Bonten smut #mikey x reader #tokyo revengers #Bonten series #mikey x you #mikey sano #bonten x reader #mikey sano x reader #sano manjiro x reader

[biillyhargroves]

What I really want is for Billy to have stumbled across Steve and the kids while he was on his way to the Wheelers’, looking for Max. No Karen plot whatsoever and Steve would be forced to explain what’s going on, opening the door for Billy to join the group.

PICTURE IT. Hawkins, 1984. Billy Hargrove is hurt and seething, stalking the streets for any sign of his brat kid sister because of course she runs off on him, slips out right under his nose, and of course he’s the one who gets punished for it.

He hears movement in the trees, lowers his music and hears voices arguing. He slows to a crawl and sees a flash of red hair and is out of his car in a heartbeat, screaming her name, “Maxine, what the fuck are you doing out here?”

She’s caught off guard, and as he gets closer he realizes who she’s with. Dustin Henderson. Lucas Sinclair. Steve fucking Harrington.

And what is Billy supposed to think? A high school senior traipsing around with a bunch of middle schoolers is gonna look sus. Just what in the hell is Steve doing out in the woods with three kids? Worse, Steve puts himself between Max and Billy, stuttering some bullshit excuse. So Billy does what Billy does. He launches himself at Steve.

It’s Max to the rescue, obviously. Because all three kids are yelling but it’s Max who grabs for Billy, who tries to pull him away, who is screaming about monsters and danger, “Billy, please, get off him, we have to get out of here, we need to go, it’s not safe!”

Billy’s still angry; he asks Max what the fuck she’s talking about and, in bits and pieces, everyone fills him in. “I’m supposed to buy this?” he asks, absolutely fuming, and they all swear on their lives, on their mothers’ lives, and they seem so desperate and Max seems okay all things considered. She’s also refusing to leave, and Billy knows there’ll be hell to pay if he doesn’t get her home safe, and he’s sure as shit not letting her out of his sight now that he’s found her, so fine. He’ll go with it. He’ll tag along.

He goes with them to lab and before he knows it he’s in Chief Jim Hopper’s car barreling towards the Byers’ house. He’s listening to people make D&D references and talk very seriously about killing monsters. He’s decoding Morse code and making improvised weapons. He looks at Max, because, seriously, what the hell has she gotten herself caught up in? And then he sees the monsters!! And Nancy goddamn Wheeler is next to him with a fucking rifle. He is literally doing battle. And now there’s a girl who can open doors with her mind and she’s going to close whatever gate the monsters are crawling out of, and Billy and Steve are spelunking into a cave in a pumpkin field to kill even more monsters and WHAT THE FUCK.

Billy confused as hell the entire time but rolling with it, and when all is said and done he and Max fall heavily into the Camaro, breathless and exhausted, and they look at each other but they don’t say a word. They drive home in total silence. When Susan and Neil ask where they were, they make up some lame excuse. They were at the arcade, they lost track of time, they got burgers on the way home. They tell the story all disjointed, but it’s the first time they’ve ever agreed on anything, the first time they’re on each other’s sides, so their parents let it slide. They’re home safe, at least, and that’s what matters.

Their relationship is better after that. Not perfect, but still. And Billy is a bona fide member of the group. He’ll go into battle again, no questions asked. And maybe with people around him, with people caring about him, he won’t get flayed.

#anywho let me write the show #stranger things #billy hargrove #max mayfield

[witchofhimring]

Slytherin Party

So I saw a lot of Hogwarts part playlists. I thought it would be fun to do a short fic on this idea. This is the first part with a part in the Slytherin common room. It will do three more with the other houses.

Warnings: None

This was not a good idea. That was what you told Fred and George Weasley when they told you of their plot to sneak into Slytherin. Of course the idea of going to a masked part sounded fun and all, but you wished to live to a ripe old age. And getting torn apart by a bunch of angry Slytherins was not part of the picture. Gryffindor was not on the best terms with Slytherin (though the rest could be said for the other houses).

You knew the Weasley family well. They lived just up the road from your place. Even though three years separated you, the Weasley twins were your closest friends. Still, just because you helped pull off their pranks didn’t mean you were willing to put your life in danger. Of course it was a masked party, but still.

There’ll be other people there. George dismissed. This was true a few people from other houses would be there but only because they were friends with the Slytherins.

Well if you want to die, so be it, you lunatics. You were about to leave when someone came up behind you.

Is there going to be a party? All of you turned to look at Ginny, the youngest Weasley.

Oh,hey. You responded sheepishly, like one caught in wrongdoing. You didn’t know Ginny as well as you knew her brothers, but she was always nice to you. She looked suspiciously at all three of you.

Nothing Ginny. Fred said in what was supposed to be a relaxed, uncaring attitude. She didn't buy it. Fourteen years of living with the twins had taught her lots about them, including when they were lying. Anxiously, you looked between the twins and Ginny.

Anyway…...I better go. You got up to leave but Ginny stopped you.

What party? She insisted. Fred and George exchanged looks.

Alright alright. We were just planning on…..well…..sneaking into the Slytherin common room. Ginny’s eyes lit up.

And why would you do that? She questioned.

Because their brains sustained an injury. You grumbled. Choosing to ignore your comment, Fred decided to tell the truth.

The Slytherins are throwing a party and we planned on sneaking in. Happy? He sighed.

I didn’t plan anything! You argued.

Can I come?

What? George gaped at Ginny. Surely his little sister would never dream of doing something so risky.

No can do. You're too young. George said. Ginny gave him a look that made all three of you look away.

Y/n is only a year older than me. She argued.

Exactly. A years worth more experience in rule breaking. The art of……..

But Fred was cut off.

Oh don’t be stupid. She rolled her brown eyes.

The answers still no. George replied.

Fine. I just have to write a letter to Mum anyway. She said coolly. The twins looked at each other in panic.

Okay fine. You can come. Fred conceded.

Great. I better go then. You stood up but Ginny stopped you.

I can’t just go with my brothers. Plus girls should always go to parties in groups.

Two hours later you and the Weaslys were creeping down the halls to the dungeons. You only relented because Ginny practically dragged you along. A blue mask covered your face. You had chosen to just wear a blue shirt and a black skirt with kitten heels.

Do you guys even know the password? You asked.

Of course. Serpent. The doors swung open on Fred’s word and music blasted out. The Slytherin common room had green tinted lights flashing from the ceiling.

That's impressive charm work. Ginny said. You slipped in, unnoticed. The next hour was a hectic round of dancing and screaming at the top of your lungs. At some point the Weasley twins left.

Where do you think they are going? Ginny followed them with her gaze.

No idea. You shrugged. Suddenly the Weird Sisters blasted on the radio all thought was lost. Eventually you had to sit down because your feet hurt like hell. There was a table in the corner that was empty, save a Slytherin passed out on the couch. Groaning in satisfaction you started to relax. This was fun. The Slytherin on the couch started to snore loudly. Suddenly someone ran into your view. A flash of platinum blonde hair wirled in front of you. A boy you vaguely recognized slumped beside you. He smelt of alcohol and was disheveled in appearance, as well as crying.

Are you okay? You asked. He looked at you with bloodshot eyes. You wish you had never spoken because he flung himself on you and started bawling.

I hate ferrets! He wailed. Suddenly you realize who this was. Malfoy.

Ummm. You were not sure what to say.

You’ve seen them before. The bloody bastards! Malfoy wept. You weren’t sure what to do. You wanted to leave but Malfoy had a death grip on you. So there you were, stuck with a drunk and sobbing Malfoy.

You know I had a dream once that I was a ferret, and then Potter and Weasley started hitting me with broom sticks and calling me a bother!

C’mon. Fred, George, Ginny. You desperately thought. Malfoy dozed off on your shoulder. At least he had stopped mumbling about ferrets.

Y/n? What are you doing? You sighed in relief when Ginny walked up to you.

Oh thank Gryffindor Ginny. Help me. Ginny looked like she would burst into laughter. None too gently she pushed Malfoy off of you. Bad mistake. Malfoy suddenly jerked upright and vomited all over the ground.

Beh! You and Ginny backed up to avoid the spray.

Hurry. Malfoy’s friends are coming. You and Ginny tore off in the opposite direction.

Gross. Malfoy’s puke is on my shoes. You groaned.

Well we’d better get going anyway. It’s one in the morning.

Wait. You looked around. Have you seen Fred and George?

No. I haven’t. Ginny looked around.

I’m here. You jumped slightly.

Hey George. You whispered.

We better leave, trust me. Fred waved to you guys from the doors.

Where were you two? Ginny asked.

You’ll see. Just hurry. You guys hurried outside and down the hall. A few seconds later you realized why. Shrieks emanated from the common room and the smell of dung reached your nose.

Run! You sprinted all the way to Gryffindor tower.

I can’t believe you guys did that! You laughed. After settling into chairs by the fire, you guys fell into a comfortable silence. Feeling tired, your eyes started to shut. And with a yawn you feel into a comfortable sleep.

#harry potter #ginny x reader #draco x reader #fred weasly x reader #george weasley x reader #Gryffindor

[samobservessonic]

We open this issue on a bunch of badniks tormenting a young boy called Tufftee, because like in the early Archie comics, the badniks could talk when the plot requires them to. Once they introduce a larger villain roster, there’ll be less call for them to talk Regardless, Tufftee is interesting because he’s the younger brother of a much better-known Sonic character…

…Sally Acorn!

Now, I’m a big fan of Sally in general, so I’ve been looking forward to getting to this story, which I didn’t realise would turn up so quickly. She only actually appears at the beginning and end of the story, but she’s here! It’s Sally! I also find it a funny coincidence that over five years later, Sally would also be given a brother in the Archie Comics, albeit an older brother called Elias. Now, I do genuinely think that these two characters were made wholly independently of each other and their creators probably didn’t even knew the other character exists (especially since I believe this is Tufftee’s only appearance), but it’s just kind of wild that out of all the characters to randomly give a brother to, both comics chose Sally

Anyway, after Tails rudely awakens Sonic (who is less than happy about that), Sally reveals that her brother wanted to play hero like Sonic and borrowed a pair of his old power boots, which Sonic thinks could still contain a bit of his power. Sonic races off before Tails has a chance to ask what to do and then we get the usual page of Sonic racing through zones, doing action hero stuff. I don't really talk about these parts as much, but I like that they include them as a “this is Sonic doing stuff like he does in the games” thing Speaking of stuff from the games, it’s only a cameo here, but we get our first appearance of the Special Zone:

Now, in StC, the Special Zone has a narrative importance that it doesn’t have in most other Sonic spin-offs. It’s treated as a place within itself and it’s also home to the Chaotix of all people, but we’ll get to that later. For now, Sonic has Tufftee to save

Which he achieves easily enough. We get a few pages of Tufftee being tormented by the badniks, before Sonic comes along to defeat them and rescue him. I love that one of the critters in that panel above straight up looks like someone's pet cat

Tufftee manages to save Sonic at the last minute, which reassures him in his own mind that he’s a hero, even if Sonic isn’t very enthusiastic about it. Also, I didn’t post this panel, but there was a part earlier on where we see that Tufftee couldn’t control the speed that the shoes magically granted him, as a little “there’s more to being Sonic than just going really fast”

We end this issue with the siblings being reunited and Sonic bluntly taking his shoes back from Tufftee, with the warning that they only work for him. Like I said before, I don’t believe we see Tufftee again after this? I can understand why, since StC already has Tails as the younger character working hard to prove himself to his hero, so we don’t need another character basically filling that same role in the comic. Even so, I like it when Tufftee appears with Sally in StC fanwork. Y’know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone make an AU where Sally has both her brothers, Tufftee and Elias, but idk I think it might be interesting? Sally has a lot of middle sibling traits already Also, to wrap us up, I just wanted to talk about the art here, which is a vastly different style to the first two issues. For this issue, we had Casanovas on art duty and, while I haven’t been posting about the non-Sonic stories, this more-detailed style is actually closer to the high-fantasy styles used in the other comics featured in StC at the time. It’s definitely a ‘your mileage may vary’ sort of thing, but I like it purely for the nostalgia of this era of StC. We’ll be seeing a lot more of the fantasy-setting angle in regards to Tails’s backstory at some point as well

#sam observes sonic #sonic the comic #tufftee acorn #sonic the hedgehog #sally acorn #miles tails prower #stc issue 3

[merrivia]

Hi, do you have any head cannons for post kings rising Laurent and Damen? Your posts are always so interesting!

Hi! This is such a nice question to ask me, thank you!

Did you also know I’m so new to fandom I had to double-check what a headcanon was before I posted this lol.

Okay so specifically post-KR ideas….I have so many! I want to weave some into some fic ideas into the future I think.

Here's a small selection though 😊

Laurent is going to meet more of Damen's friends/supporters, because Damen is so likeable and Nikandros might be his best friend but there's bound to be more of them, right? Of the ones who survived Kastor's reign :( I feel one or two actually might get released from where the dungeons they had been imprisoned with Damen becoming king. Anyway, cue Laurent having to socialise with a bunch of his Akielon childhood friends, that are kind of the equivalent of a rambunctious Olympics sports team (bear in mind some will be highly intelligent, but that's the general vibe). This is going to worry Damen a lot, because our little Laurie isn't the best with people, but by the end, they will all platonically adore him and be arguing over who should help him down from his horse and coming to him for relationship advice, aka the vibe of this kind of photo, only with them not touching him. Or Laurent smiling. They'll just be standing near him, but the vibe will be similar, okay? Nikandros will be rolling his eyes a lot through this, in case you were wondering, but will also refuse to let anyone else teach Laurent to wrestle but him.

And when Damen is like to Laurent, aren't there any friends you want to introduce me to at all? And Laurent is like actually, yes but my uncle had them exiled, I'm inviting them back to Vere and they'll arrive soon. And Damen gets excited, though a bit jealous, and on the day Laurent is like, here he is 😊 and Damen turns...and it's this tiny wizened old man called Scolace who was Laurent's natural philosophy tutor , and Damen is like oh... but gamely tries to get to know him anyway, even though he is very deaf and keeps mistaking Damen for a servant and calling him by outdated Veretian slurs for Akielons.

What else...

Well, on a more serious note, on the slave ship in Captive Prince, one of the consignment of slaves tries to raise the fact that they don't have access to "the usual means of preventing pregnancy"; as a result she is given what sounds like poisonous herbs intended as an abortifacient and her stomach is "beaten with rocks" 😔 I could be wrong, but I think Akielons have better contraceptives, or Vere is refusing to trade in them? I wonder if it's possibly, some version of the herb silphium!

Which if you haven't read about is actually so interesting (here is an article) as it was a tasty herb AND possibly the first ever effective form of birth control (though probably not also). It basically became extinct (but they might have found it again!).

So I think that will spread and will be one of the steps in destabilising the taboo against heterosexual relations amongst Veretians, along with access to/mingling with Akielons who don't understand the taboo- but it will take time to disappear. I don’t think that bisexuality as a norm will ever change but there will start to be more flexibility around heterosexuality/homosexuality as a choice. Eventually the taboo around bastardry might become less intense too, as a result.

I think that Laurent will pass a law, and sixteen will become the new age of consent for pets. There’ll be new protections in place for children, with greater punishments attached for child based crimes. Laurent will also raise a statue for Nicaise, to honour what he did 🥺

The culture around pets will change in few years, too. No more rings, or public sexual entertainment. Laurent won't explicitly ban it, but there won't be one at his palace with Damen, so it falls out of fashion as the Veretian courtiers, after the worst of the Regent’s supporters are weeded out, will be looking to Laurent and Damen for the latest trends and in an attempt to curry favour. It’ll affect clothing and food etc, but I actually think the model of Damen and Laurent’s monogamous same-sex relationship will be the thing that influences many the most, long term. I also think there will be short-lived trend of Veretians hiring Akielon-looking pets, as a kind of tawdry celebration of the unification and a few will even go for big, dark muscular men and put them in chitons. Damen will find it very disconcerting and annoying to keep bumping into these fake-Damens all over the place, though Laurent will secretly find it quite amusing.

Eventually, I think the use of pets or high class prostitutes will become less public and more discreet. I wonder if the use of surrogates will become more common or of adoption, when it comes to the issue of heirs also.

Ooh and I also think Ancel will approach Laurent out of the blue and basically demand that everyone in society ought to be taught how to read and it’ll turn out that Laurent and Damen have already started to work on how to spread free education/schools across the unified country! Yay for universal literacy! On that theme, I think that after a while, as Akielos-Vere becomes a more peaceful nation, there will be less emphasis on militarism in both places and more on education and philosophy, and this will lead to the establishment of more/universities and a new flourishing of art and literature. Paintings might start to gain artistic ascendancy over tapestries and sculptures.

There will be definitely be a new currency, with a twinned portrait of Lamen on one side, and a new herald of a lion and a starburst, on the other.

Oh and lastly, I do believe (like a lot of readers) that Laurent will eventually top Damen! *throws the glitter of sexual satisfaction up into the air*

I think that it will go like this:

Damen will have been mulling it over for a long long time, and some conversations with Akielons like Pallas will have him brooding over it. I think in the beginning, it will be out of a want to give Laurent anything he wants and a fierce desire to be Laurent’s first in that way and to erase any memory of the Regent if he can, as opposed to out of a true sexual curiosity or want to do it. He’ll be deeply uncomfortable but sees it as a self-sacrifice.

I think Laurent will rightly absolutely refuse the first time he raises it, based on that. But over time, with research and reflection, Damen will start to undo certain mores and patterns within himself and together with Laurent, discover something he’s going to find new and liberating- and another dimension to his love for Laurent.

And that's it for now! Thanks for asking :)

#captive prince #thanks for the ask! #damen of akielos #laurent of vere

[thezombieprostitute]

Photos

A/N: Written for @the-slumberparty​ this is my first entry for the Bingo card combining “jealousy” and “bridesmaid”. Tall reader (no other physical descriptors). Possible Triggers/Warnings: mentions of wedding stress, bridezillas, overbearing mothers.

“Jake, you’ve got to stop pouting. You knew you wouldn’t be one of the groomsmen when you agreed to this.”

“I’m not pouting,” Jake replied curtly. “You just look so beautiful in that dress and he’s the one that’s gonna be in all the photos with you.”

“So, you’re jealous that Rogers is going to be in a few photos with me,” you ask incredulously.

He nods as he replies, “I know it’s silly but I like being in photos with you. People will look at photos from the wedding and think you and Steve were together. I have a hard enough time believing someone as wonderful as you is with me, so it just…irks me when I think of other people confirming that.”

“Jake,” you softly intoned, putting your arms around his shoulders. “There are going to be hundreds of photos taken at the wedding and reception. There’ll be maybe three or four where I’m paired with Steve. The rest of the photos that have me, will also have you. I promise.”

Jake smiled back at you, “thanks for not thinking of my jealousy as being needy or something.”

“Not at all,” you smile. “I think it’s sweet. I’ve never had someone jealous over me before. And it’s for such a sweet reason.” You lean in to kiss him and he kisses back with gentle enthusiasm. “Besides, the only reason I got paired with Rogers is because he’s the only groomsman taller than me and the Mother-of-the-Bride is insistent that if any bridesmaid is taller than the groomsman it’ll ‘ruin the photos’ or something like that.”

“Is she really that bad?”

You nod, “yeah, she’s a real bridezilla. So much so Bucky and Nat have contemplated eloping so that they can actually have a happy wedding.”

“Ouch,” Jake cringed. “You know, if they do elope, we don’t have to spend hours with a bunch of people we barely know and I don’t have to worry about the photos…”

You stare into his beautiful blue eyes and scold, “Jake, no. They’ve got enough stress to deal with and they’ve already put a lot of money into this wedding. The best thing we can do for them is to not add to their problems and, maybe, try to keep Nat’s mom from going too ballistic.”

“Okay, okay. They’re your friends, you want to support them, so I want to support them as well.”

“You’re such a great boyfriend,” you say as you give him several small kisses. “Did you know that?”

“So you tell me,” he smiles, eagerly returning the kisses. “We should get some rest, I suppose. Gotta be ready to go first thing in the morning.”

The next morning you’re not woken up by your alarm, but rather your phone continuously buzzing. You shouldn’t be surprised, it’s the day of the wedding so the chat group is likely going to be super active. You’re definitely not surprised that all but a few of the notifications are from Nat’s mom. What does surprise you is the first notification from Nat, a text saying “got married last night. Had a blast! Here’s a link to the photos!” You smile from ear to ear and type out, “congrats! Have a happy honeymoon!” and quickly mute your phone and cuddle up to Jake.

“What was all that about,” he asked, voice heavy with sleep.

“Let’s just say, you and I can now spend all day in bed together. Photos optional.”

#jake jensen fluff #jake jensen x reader #jake jensen x tall!reader #tall reader #navy and roo's sleepover

[broken-clover]

Glass Castles

I am distraught that I could not find the original prompt, but nonetheless I wanted to post this one. So, uh, to the person that asked for Ky-and-Sin bonding backfiring thanks to their messed up family history, I thank you for your patience, and I’m sorry I couldn’t find the proper post to respond to in order to post this

For the sake of covering the bases, I will include a warning for child abuse. Nothing graphic, but I thought it would be good to mention. Also, while not a content warning, this does get a little character-bashy in terms of Sol’s parenting skills

-

Father-son bonding time between Ky and Sin was still painfully awkward, and it didn’t take a genius to notice it. Even if Sin didn’t resent his father anymore, the two could still be very different people. Their one-on-one conversations tended to be short and awkward, even when they tried their best. There was no animosity, but something still made it impossible to fully bridge that gap.

Still, Ky did his best to try. He owed his son that much. Even just hearing his traveling stories was a delight, and those tended to be the best conversations they had. Sin would recount some bounty or another between himself and Sol, and he would listen, only interrupting every so often to laugh or offer a thought. Sin didn’t have to adore him as much as he did his mother, it only mattered that he knew his father loved him.

For what it was worth, Sin was a very impressive storyteller.

“-And- and then as soon as the old man and me started walking away, the Gear reared right back up and started shooting these big tentacle things everywhere from the spot where I knocked off its leg!”

Despite the odd phrasing at times, Sin spoke with such enthusiasm that it was hard to not get swept into his excitement. His paternal instincts took some worry in hearing about the harrowing situations his son often ended up in, but Sin regarded them all with a strange fondness after the fact, no matter how rough some of his incidents ended up becoming.

“Luckily the old man still had his sword in his hand, but I got stuck like ten feet in the air hanging by my ankles until he stabbed it a bunch! He was so cool! Hurt a lot when I hit the ground, though. So, uh, what’s up with you?”

And that was where their conversations tended to lag. It was a well-meaning question, it just wasn’t one that tended to lead anywhere.

“Nothing interesting, I’m afraid, just a lot of politics I doubt you’ll find especially interesting.”

“Bleh. Yeah, no thanks.” Sin laughed, sticking out his tongue to exaggerate his distaste.

Ky thought for a moment. “Although, I suppose it is a minor thing, in my free time I’ve been trying to sort the boxes of your things that I have in storage. I wasn’t sure if or when you’d have interest in taking any of it with you, but either way, I wanted to make sure it was kept in a safe spot.”

He hadn’t expected that to be much different than his first response, but to his surprise, Sin was unusually attentive. “Huh, really? I didn’t know there was anything, you find anything neat?”

“Well, I didn’t dig too deeply into them, I was just trying to put them in the closet,” he replied. “I don’t imagine there’ll be much in there aside from some old baby clothes, but I don’t mind digging it out if you’re interested.”

His son looked down at him with bright, curious eyes, and nodded. “Oh. Uh, alright, I suppose if you’re interested…?”

Ky led him to the bedroom that he and Dizzy shared, ignoring the paper-covered desk and mussed bedsheets in favor of the closet. Past the hanging clothes and spare boots, everything was exactly where he’d left it from organizing. He pulled out several stacked bins, plastered with labels like ’Sin’s nursery’ and ’Outgrown clothing’ he’d written out himself. As soon as one was within arm’s reach, Sin eagerly pulled the lid back and started skimming through old baby pajamas.

“Damn, it’s weird to think I was so tiny.” He hung a tiny cloth bootie from one finger, nearly filled just from that. “Babies have feet this small? Seriously? How’d this ever fit me?”

“You did grow up a lot faster than most children. If you didn’t, I think you’d be about half the size you are right now!”

“Man…” Sin felt some instinctive embarrassment at all the little frilly dresses and jumpers that his parents no doubt took full delight in making him wear, but something about it was so intriguing that it didn’t phase him.

His hand bumped against something solid buried deeper in the box. When he fished it out, he found some odd star-shaped thing made of wood. The purpose of it eluded him until he noticed a string coming off the top that led back into the mess of felt and lace. It connected to something similarly firm, then another, then more, all in different directions, until he was left holding a tangle of wood and cord.

It took him several moments to even recognize it was supposed to be a mobile. Several of the strings were tied shorter than the others, making the whole thing appear lopsided, no matter what angle he looked at it. The stars and clouds were oddly shaped and lacquered sloppily, making the colors run together.

Ky chuckled to himself. “My goodness, somehow I’d forgotten all about that one.”

“It’s funky! Where’s you get it?”

“I made it. Well, uh, most of it. I bought the music player from a friend at work, but I carved all the hanging pieces myself. I didn’t have much experience with woodworking…though I suppose that’s clear enough just from looking at it.”

“Nah, I think it’s cool!” Sin poked at one of the dangling trinkets.

“I’m glad. The first time I tried hanging it over your crib, you started crying. Your mother said it was a coincidence, but I didn’t try again. I wonder if it still works….?”

Ky felt along the main body where all the strings hung from. He twisted a metal key on the side, and a quiet melody started to play.

“Woah. Didn’t know you like, made stuff.”

“When I was working for the police, I did have a bit more time to try and foster hobbies, at least at first. Woodworking and painting were the only things I seem to recall pursuing to the point where I actually had things to show for it.”

Sin was grinning, but it faded as he turned the words over in his head. ‘At first.’ There had been a reason he’d lost any spare time, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out what. He tried to his his expression, but Ky quickly picked up on his discomfort.

“No, no. It’s not like that. I took on a lot more responsibilities at work even before we had you, that isn’t something you have any reason to feel guilt over. Please.”

He wasn’t sure how much he believed it, but when his father reached out to hug him, he let it happen.

“It’s not my fault? Even when you got all sick?”

“No. None of it. And it wasn’t your fault when we had to send you to live with Sol. I only became sick because someone didn’t like that I loved your mother. Or you. And if it would ensure your safety, I would have gladly sacrificed more. I…I didn’t want to send you away, but this was no place for a child. I wouldn’t have been able to keep you safe. As much as it hurt…In some regard, I suppose I’m happy you weren’t able to see me at such a low point.”

“Heh, come on…” Sin half-chuckled, clearly trying to hide his uneasiness. “Everyone learns their dad isn’t some invincible god at some point, right?

“I suppose that’s fair.” Ky nodded. “Still, in many ways, that should not be the burden of someone so young. I had wanted to give you a happy childhood, filled with as few worries as I could manage. But raising a kingdom was a labor I could have never imagined. It came with a psychological toll that, despite all my training, I was too weak to manage. I fell into some…bad habits in my attempts to keep sane, things I would never want a young child to have to deal with.”

Sin wanted to say something, but none of the words coming to mind were meaningful. He tried thinking deeper, but found himself too distracted by fuzzy memories of half-empty bottles in his father’s study, and the man’s longstanding habit of long sleeves and covering robes.

“But…but you’re better now, right?”

Another nod, this one with a warm smile. “I’d like to think so. I wake up in the morning with happiness and a sense of purpose. It gives me peace of mind knowing you and your mother are both happy and healthy. I truly am a blessed man.”

“Augh, don’t do that, you’ve got the voice you always do whenever you’re about to start one of your speeches!” Sin gave his father a mostly-playful smack to the arm. “Don’t wanna waste too much time anyway, didn’t you say you have a ship to catch?”

“Not until tomorrow afternoon, don’t worry. I have plenty of time.” Ky picked the mobile up from the floor and put it back in the bin. “Zepp can wait. I’m spending time with you.”

“Do you take the funky shuttle thing to get up there?”

His father paused in confusion. “The shuttle? You’ve been to Zepp before? Did Sol take you?”

Sin burst into an even bigger grin, nodding so hard the eyepatch nearly slipped off. He was glad to be back on the anecdotes, instead of mulling over his familial issues. “A few times! It was a lot of fun! Was a while ago, think it was the time with the tree…?”

“‘The time with the tree?’ Now that sounds interesting, have you told me that story already?” Ky found a more comfortable spot on the floor to sit and listen.

Sin was just happy to have the conversation somewhere else. “I dunno! I don’t think so, but it’s a funny one! Promise you’ll like it!”

“I’m sure I will.” Said Ky. “So what was so important about the tree?”

“Spoilers! Uh, um, actually, I guess it doesn’t matter. So the thing is, we were just coming back from turning in a bounty. Or maybe getting the list? I dunno, that part doesn’t matter. So, the old man goes inside, and he leaves me outside by this tree to wait so he can go get whatever it is. And this whole group of kids starts showing up and looking at me funny, kept trying to mess with my eyepatch. I ended up getting really pissed and then we were all just yelling at each other and going at it! Whole mess, whole thing was just a big mess.

Then, outta nowhere comes the old man! Guess he heard the noise, I don’t think he had anything with him when he came out. But he saw that I was getting into some stuff and- haha- he wound right up, grabbed me, and threw me right into the trunk!”

“He…he threw you into a tree?”

“I know, right?” Sin laughed. “I flew right into it!”

But Ky wasn’t laughing. He wasn’t smiling. He was looking at him with horror in his eyes.

Immediately, Sin backpedaled. “It- it didn’t hurt, not really!”

“Why did he do that to you?”

“He was just trying to keep me in line!”

“‘In line’...?” Ky didn’t look any more assured by that. “Did he even try to talk to you first?”

Sin paused. “No, was he supposed to?”

He didn’t get a reply. The silence was enough of an answer. This was the opposite of what Sin had wanted.

“Dad…” He watched Ky move to stand up. “Dad!”

“I just need to have a talk with your grandfather, Sin.” Ky replied. “I won’t pretend I know everything about parenting, but beating up a child just isn’t something you do, Gear or not.”

“H-he was just fixing the problem! And it’s not like it was any worse than playing around.”

“Was he acting like it was a game? Was he acting like it was supposed to be fun?”

Sin wilted further. “Uh, no, not really…”

“Then it wasn’t playing around, I- I…” Ky took a deep breath. “I’m sorry. I sound like I’m upset with you. But none of this is your fault. I just wish I had known sooner…”

It wasn’t much of a relief. Sin wished he hadn’t said anything. He hoped his father would drop the issue, but he knew better than to think that was a realistic outcome.

“Does he do things like that to you frequently? Does he hit you when you won’t do what he wants?”

“Not anymo- no, no he doesn’t!” He immediately corrected himself as soon as Ky’s expression shifted. “Y’know, it was pretty normal stuff! I got too loud when he told me to sit down and be quiet, or I get rowdy around other kids, y’know, normal stuff!”

“But never after asking you politely to stop? Never explaining why it was wrong? Sin, this is a serious thing, this isn’t normal!”

“I-it’s- he-” Sin stumbled over his words, trying to find a way to de-escalate. “It’s okay! It’s okay! He should have done it!”

His father froze, the doorknob to the hallway half turned.

“What on earth do you think could justify that, Sin?”

“Because I’m a Gear!” He shouted. “I need to be reined in. I’m dangerous, right?”

++++++

Sol was half-reclined into the plush sofa of Ky’s office. The expensive bottle of whiskey that had been stashed under the king’s desk was lazily discarded to the next seat over, drained of every drop. Several cans accompanied it, clinking against one another in the moments where he shifted to sprawl out and find a comfier position.

He could hear Ky’s storming footsteps from several halls away, but he made no motion to get up. He was familiar with Ky’s anger, whatever this was, Sol was certain he could defuse it. Or, at least, make it go away.

The office door was flung open and slammed into the far wall. Just as expected, the man’s expression was utterly livid.

“Gonna break something if you keep doing that.”

“Sol. Outside. Now.”

“Sure, sure, whatever. Just lemme finish this drink.”

An errant lightning spark knocked the can right out of his hand. “No. Now.”

“What the-” he looked between the can on the floor and Ky. “Kid, I’m not gonna-”

The other man didn’t even wait for him to speak. Ky grabbed him by the base of his ponytail and started yanking. All he could think to do was let himself be dragged. Ky’s temper had caused him all sorts of problems over the years, and he debated whether or not this was one instance where he could brush it off with slung insults, or if the man had earned himself something worse for the rough handling.

He was dragged all the way out to the courtyard, and by then, he had decided that Ky absolutely deserved whatever barbecuing he had coming. The only reason he didn’t immediately start as soon as he was let go was the sight of Sin, unexpectedly perched on the grass with an uncharacteristic timidness.

”’Dangerous.’ That’s what Sin thinks he is. What you taught him that he is.”

Sol looked between the father and his son. What was this all about? “What, you want your kid growing up thinking the fact that he can shake off getting struck by lightning is normal? Sounds like a great way to end up with someone’s arm getting ripped off on accident, boy-scout.”

“Put away the smart remarks and listen to me.” Neither Ky’s face nor his voice held any sense of levity. “I’m not a foolish child anymore. I know there are just some situations that can’t be dealt with through polite discussion. But there’s a difference between using force as a last resort and beating up a child that doesn’t know better.”

“What- ‘beating up?’ I never beat the kid up. Sure, I had to discipline him a couple times, but-”

“I can’t believe I have to say this to you, but hitting children isn’t okay! It’s not! Even if they’re misbehaving, you don’t hit them! You teach them what they’re doing is wrong, and they learn from it!”

Sol watched Sin wince in discomfort. He suddenly looked far smaller than his appearance typically suggested.

“It was just the best option at the time-”

“‘Best,’ or easiest?” Ky snapped.

Sol offered no response. None of the thoughts coming into his head seemed like they would be satisfactory. Ky was storming back and forth across the grass, almost more preoccupied with himself than with the person he was chewing out.

“Part of me is just…disappointed. So unbelievably disappointed. I trusted you, Sol. Did that not mean anything? Was this some displaced spite you held towards me? I genuinely hope so- the only other thought being that you held such a level of contempt for Sin, someone who had never done anything to earn it. You can’t tell me in full honesty that you thought this was right!”

“D-dad, it’s okay…”

“Look, I get it, okay? I half-assed it, and I fucked up your kid. But I don’t hate him, okay?? I might not have tried hard enough-”

“No.” Ky waved him down. “That’s not good enough. That’s not an excuse. You can blame laziness for the first few times, but you went far beyond that. Over the long-term, apathy and malice are indistinguishable. ‘Hard enough??’ You weren’t trying at all! You never saw how you were influencing Sin?!”

For once, Sin looked like the five-year-old that he was. His face was scrunched and reddening with repressed tears, and any way he could fold in on himself, he did.

“Don’t look at him, look at me. This isn’t something that’s going to go away, Sol. I can tolerate how you’ve treated me in the past. In some ways, I knew better. But this is inexcusable. I trusted you more than anyone to raise my son. And you hurt him. I’m not going to forgive you.” The king turned his back and started to walk away. “You are not welcome in Illyria Castle anymore. I’m going to give you five minutes to take your things and leave, or I will have you escorted out by force.”

Sol balked, completely thrown off by the statement. “Ky, this is ridiculous. You’re being stupid. You’re the diplomat, you’re not gonna talk through this?”

“This is not a negotiation, this is an order.”

“I’m not a citizen here, you’re not in charge of me. I don’t have to do what you say.”

Though he couldn’t see Ky’s face, he could hear the way that he scoffed. “I’m not giving you an order as a king, I’m giving you an order as a disappointed friend who’s going to kill you where you stand if you push your luck any further. LEAVE.”

Sin was a crying mess, and all Sol could do was stand around in bewilderment.

“Part of me is happy to know that you never spent a day raising your own daughter.” Ky hissed, his voice pure poison. “At least Sin didn’t know you two were related. How much would you have taught Dizzy to hate herself?”

Sol glowered at the man’s retreating form. He threw himself into motion and started stomping toward him.

“Kid, you can’t just-”

“I SAID LEAVE!” A bolt of lightning slammed into the ground, missing him by a mere few inches. It wouldn’t have killed him, but Sol could tell that Ky was making no attempt to restrain himself.

Though he was panting from the exertion, Ky’s voice and gaze were ruthlessly cold. “Sol. Get out of my house. Now. And you had best not try to come back anytime soon. Unless you have a very good reason for me to change my mind.”

#Frog Writes #guilty gear #request

[jamesshawgames]

Home Sweet Hub

One of the exciting features of Shadowrun: Neon Fire which will be unveiled in the next update (and which I’m currently working on) will be your first real introduction to the hub area. It’s Ameya-Yokocho, a shopping district presided over by your fixer, the mysterious ex-Yakuza Endo-san. All through the game, you’ll return here in between missions, to recuperate from the last run and to prepare for the next. There’ll be a bunch of “downtime” activities that you can do in your hub, some of them being options that are always available, others being part of evolving storylines that you’ll pursue throughout the game. Let’s take a look at some of the things that you’ll be able to do in your new home!

Level up and change your loadout.

Hit your computer terminal. Here, you’ll be able to check your inbox and keep up with your messages (including messages from people you’ve met on missions, as well as updates from your old Seattle crew); check your media feed to see what’s happening in the wider world; and review and select available missions.

Hang out with, get to know, and possibly eventually date and romance your new crew members!

Go shopping for new stuff! Vendors include:

MAC’S HUNTING SUPPLIES, run by the world’s least friendly Australian ork, where you can get weapons and armor. Mac’s been having supply issues lately. Maybe you can help him with that to improve the quality of the gear you can buy.

ITO’S, run by Ito, a dwarf tech genius, who’ll sell you decking supplies and programs, and who’s involved in a mysterious, long-running feud with...

Verbena, a half-Japanese, half-German elf Wicca practitioner who runs DIE HEXE, a talismonger which sells all the magic scrolls and goods that any sorcerer or adept will need.

BIG DAVE’S DRONE GARAGE, run by a cheery troll immigrant from the Confederated American States.

THE CHIYU CLINIC, your one-stop shop for medical supplies, skillsofts and cyberware, run by a kindly human doctor who may or may not have her own secrets...

And then there’s RED RUTH, a black market fence who’ll buy any old gear that you no longer need.

You’ll also have the chance to pursue the SECRETS OF AMEYA-YOKOCHO, little sidequests and investigations that will slowly expose all the shady secrets of the area’s colorful residents (and possibly get you money / access to better gear at the same time!)

I’m hoping that, by the end of the game, you’ll be very attached to this place and these people, and that it’ll feel like a real home away from home!

#shadowrun #neon fire #dev update #sneak peek

[judjira]

cigarettes on cigarettes

AN: a preview of a dahyo fic im working on ! this one hit me while i was on vacation and it just stuck with me so i started writing it ! it’s almost done(?) so i hope to post it soon!

pairing: dahyo themes: coming of age, requited but complicated love wc: 1647

jihyo catches dahyun smoking the first time after finals.

it’s a party, sana’s party. the girl can’t get enough of them. she had one party to celebrate the end of midterms, another party to celebrate midterm break, another party to celebrate jeongyeon and momo’s birthdays, another one for thanksgiving, one more for the first day of snow, and finally, one to celebrate the end of finals.

she suspects there’ll be three more before the month ends: one for christmas; one for sana’s own birthday; then one for new year’s.

jihyo doesn’t hate it, really. she does lament the fact that she’s always in charge of convenience store alcohol runs now, especially that most of them have turned 18—not that that stops any of the younger ones from drinking. sana’s really ramped up her party game, especially now that it’s half of their little group’s last year of high school.

sana’s just forced everyone to take a shot of some spiced rum (courtesy of mina’s generosity and rich parents) in her lovely, two floor home that her parents are barely around to live in. sana’s house has always been everyone’s go-to spot after school to hang out, and it’s a comfort that some things haven’t changed.

jihyo steps outside, into sana’s gated garage, where two suvs sit, making a narrow pathway in between to the front of them, a cool spot at the front of their driveway where the night breeze hits just the right way.

speaking of the night, it’s a gloomy one. dark foreshadowing clouds hang over the entirety of their residential area, a place far from the urban reaches of the city. it’s nice and quiet, no sounds except chaeyoung’s aggravated rap-screaming and jeongyeon’s hyped cheers spilling out into the garage.

it’s to clear her mind, she tells herself. of course, it really is a partial truth, what with how noisy the girls are and how chaotic they can be—fun chaotic, of course, not fun chaotic is rare—but it’s not the whole truth.

the whole truth is sitting on a stool in front of one of sana’s parents’ cars, a cigarette in between her index and middle finger, calmly blowing smoke through the gaps in the gate.

“dahyun? are you—is that a cigarette?”

dahyun turns around, eyes wide and caught in the headlights as jihyo’s voice has taken on that characteristic responsible tone that is to be expected from a class president.

“um…no? hi, ji.”

dahyun attempts, putting the cigarette down, hiding it out of sight as if jihyo doesn’t have object permanence.

the audacity, really. dahyun’s one of their youngest, a year below jihyo, and of all the people to be smoking, it’s the one she expects to be most responsible after her—not counting mina, considering mina’s way too serene to be involved in irresponsibility.

the irritation in jihyo’s mind is only subverted when the nickname echoes in her mind.

ji.

“i did—how did you—why in the world are you smoking?”

jihyo approaches, and gets a closer look at dahyun.

she’s dressed comfy, as she normally is, and it’s the sort of comfy that makes jihyo want to just cuddle her up into her arms and melt into her embrace. a large, oversized white sweater reaches down to dahyun’s knees, her feet perched on the chair, and at the edges of it, jihyo can see her black shorts peeking out. the sleeves of the sweater bunch up at her wrists, with enough loose space for jihyo to fit her entire hand in.

“um…it suited…the vibe?”

jihyo snorts, the attempt at an excuse entirely evading her as she comes closer to dahyun.

her skin is shining, reflecting the pale bluish white light of the moon, eyes glimmering with stardust as she tries for an apologetic smile.

“sorry, ji.”

there’s no attempt at a further explanation, and jihyo doesn’t ask for one. dahyun can be a wall of unreadable emotion when she wants to, and right now, that’s all jihyo can see.

it hurts, somehow.

that her guard is up when it’s just jihyo and her.

like there’s something to protect.

(like jihyo would not do her all to protect it. to protect her.)

“i’m not going to go into the whole smoking is bad for you lecture—but i just…you—i hope you know what it is you’re getting into.”

she tumbles over her words. as she always does when it comes to dahyun. she’s not sure why dahyun’s soft, shining eyes always instill her with such a sense of nervousness, hesitation. like she’s not sure if her feet are placed right on top of a tall, looming cliff.

dahyun rolls her eyes good-naturedly, pulling another chair from her side for jihyo to sit on.

“i know, i know. i’ve been doing it since last year, so i think i’m pretty familiar with the side effects.”

last year? dahyun’s been smoking since last year? how on earth did jihyo not even notice? she’d thought the three youngest of their little family had the most of her attention, because of their propensity to get into trouble.

“why? i mean—why’d you start?”

jihyo asks, as she sits down next to dahyun, cool plastic meeting her skin where her shorts don’t reach. it’s a startling feeling, almost as startling as seeing dahyun lift the cigarette up to her lips once more, breathing in slowly.

“to be honest? i don’t know.”

there. that’s one of dahyun’s tells. jihyo prides herself on being able to tell when any of them are lying to her, and dahyun’s has always been the three special words that prefix her statement.

it hurts.

she’s being lied to twice overall. the first, for whatever lie dahyun’s concocted to hide what she feels. the second, that dahyun’s being honest.

it hurts more because dahyun says it most often around jihyo.

“it’s just something i picked up. i was at the convenience store one day, when i saw a pack by the counter. i guess the clerk was pretty busy, or they didn’t care, because i just swiped it and moved on. that was my first one. eventually, i just started buying them.”

dahyun’s stolen, too. how much more does jihyo not know about dahyun? how much more has she failed one of their youngest?

“don’t worry, ji, i only buy a pack once a month.”

dahyun smiles at her, and the attempt at easing jihyo’s worries goes for nothing, because jihyo will always worry about dahyun.

“that doesn’t comfort me in the slightest, but you’re grown up now, so you’re in charge of you.”

jihyo sighs, and it’s a genuine one. with the expelling of air also comes the expression of…disappointment? melancholy? malcontent? the expression of something bad.

“grown up, huh?”

dahyun looks towards the street, cigarette hanging from her lips. her lips…a distinct shine gleams to them, a thin white strip glossing over her smooth skin, and jihyo’s quickly averting her eyes.

“i don’t feel grown up at all.”

jihyo sharply inhales, because it’s a crack in the wall. dahyun’s wall. and she never has cracks in her wall.

“how come?”

jihyo tries not to sound too eager, because getting to know kim dahyun is hard, and when she offers a chance like this, you can be damn sure jihyo’s going to take it.

“i don’t know, really. i still feel like i’m that little six year old girl you picked up and basically adopted all those years ago, riding my bike around the block and always tripping over myself.”

dahyun hugs her knees closer, and the urge to wrap her in her arms is there, like they always did when they were just two kids in the neighborhood, playing with imaginary stories and singing their made up songs.

it’s a far cry from what they are now, two childhood friends that have slowly drifted apart over time, only coming together again because of mutual friends.

“i don’t feel grown up, because i’m still making the same mistakes.”

dahyun turns to her, and in those eyes of hers, jihyo can only see her own uncertainty reflected in them, swirling in a galaxy of the unknown, with stars of dubious conviction dotting the horizon.

“mistakes like what?”

jihyo asks, even though she knows she’s pushing. pushing the limits of what jihyo should know about dahyun, the limits of what lies behind dahyun’s wall, more cracks beginning to show in its surface.

she’s close, so close.

dahyun takes a deep breath, putting out the cigarette on the wall, embers sparking against the concrete, and flicks the butt out through the gaps in the gate.

then dahyun turns to her, and her cool hand secures itself on jihyo’s neck, a blast of chill against the heat she’s been feeling ever since she stepped outside and laid eyes on dahyun.

“mistakes like this.”

dahyun murmurs, not that jihyo catches it.

because in the next moment, dahyun’s lips are on hers, the tension exploding into fireworks in the sky as dahyun’s soft, soft, soft lips are now touching jihyo’s.

this close, their noses touching, jihyo can almost breathe dahyun like she’s air, cool and breezy at the top of a mountain, and just the right amount of thinness to it that it feels like jihyo’s at the peak of the atmosphere, oxygen beginning to run empty.

it’s wonderful, it’s amazing, it’s everything jihyo’s ever wanted.

except the taste of ash and smoke rises to the surface.

jihyo’s the first to pull away, even though she doesn’t want to.

“…i—what? dahyun, you—what were you—i don’t…”

the moment’s gone as quick as lightning, because dahyun’s standing up, trudging back to the house. behind her, she leaves a trail of longing, yearning that seeps into jihyo’s skin, buzzing electric like the static of a power line.

jihyo’s left there in a daze, until nayeon comes out looking for her.

“babe? you alright?”

she should tell nayeon, her girlfriend of almost two years now. it’s only fair, nayeon would tell her immediately if the same happened to her.

“yeah, i’m…i’m good.”

it hurts.

#drabble #dahyo #dahyun x jihyo #twice fic #twice fanfic

[mycovenofchaos]

I found another amazing reading Maddie did! 🥹

“evan peters reading for august 6th 2023, how he likes his future wedding ceremony to be like ✨🔮

Hello. Hi. I apologize for the late response but life got busier lately, so I’ve done the reading as promised about Evan’s future wedding preferences, how he likes it to be like..etcetera, let’s not make it longer and jump quick into it :

Well I’ve pulled 4 cards from major and minor arcana, so while shuffling the first card jumped was “ 4 of Wands” this card is all about celebration harmony and joyous gathering, so it indicates that the couple of this wedding are surrounded by bunch of friends, family, and well-wishers who are there to celebrate and uplift them, so he might like small gathering of people to celebrate his marriage not a huge ceremony like those royal weddings or the wedding where the whole world knows about. “ The 10 of cups”, so this card is a complementary to the first one, again small ceremony with the attendance of close friends and both partners families, it also indicates what seems to be like traditional or formal marriage! Since his parents both are catholic and have their own preferences for marriage, like a preacher and a religious figure to attend and bless the couple something like this.

“Queen of Wands”, this card indicates either the marriage is going to take a place in the backyard or in place where all is green and flowery if that makes sense, as well as it could be during spring season. I have also the “ The 5 of pentacles jumped in here, so here’s the thing this could be either indicating that He won’t have a luxurious expensive wedding which means not spending too much on the ceremony since it’s going to be small not that huge, or about the groom’s parents ( Evan’s parents) worried if the couple would be able to take care of each other in the future and it’s pretty normal since they’re parents.

“The death”, well the Death card is not always a bad omen, it also has a positive meaning sometimes it could mean an end of something we wanted to get a rid of it so badly; so here this indicates that he’ll feel a sense of relief when this day end like “ wheww eventually it’s over..!” Like this. Or it could indicate transformation like for example if they were dating for so long and engaged for so long the the marriage finally took a place, things would change probably there’ll be more responsibility here, or thinking of whether they want to have babies or more if they actually did before marriage lol anyways sort of change and transformation, life transformation from girlfriend and boyfriend to husband and wife.

The last card, we have “ the page of pentacles ”, so this signifies gifts, financial abundance or expensive gifts, so he’ll probably receive so many expensive gifts from friends and family members, and congratulations from people outside the circle ( Fans or previous coworkers..).

That’s it for today’s reading, it was so beautiful and lightheaded reading to do I loved how simple his weeding is, if you have any questions or want to share opinions feel free I’ll answer them once I see your questions.

Regards💛”

✨ A gentle reminder: tarot is for fun and we should always take everything with a grain of salt and be opened to all the possibilities! ✨

#evan peters #evanpeters #evanpeterstarotreading #tarot reading #maddiereading

[siriusly-parker]

—rant, tlou.

[002.]

omg i honestly didn’t even think anyone would see my rants let alone agree with me, but i’m really glad it is the case

i was honestly just so mind boggled by the amount of hate tlou2 received

and how the big arguments are such bullshit or simply wrong (like calling abby trans??)

so when i went to dive deeper into some reviews and articles to understand what all the fuss is about it mostly just came down to ignorance

one thing that i really really wanted to discuss was this review that was left on google. they gave it 1 star and it’s the first review of the game that comes up. the problem? it’s the same as the two after it. the three first google reviews are the exact same. copy paste. 1 star. it’s not people sharing their opinion about the game, it’s people copy pasting a badly written 1 star review just to give the game a bad rep. even when the game came out, it had a bunch of 1 star review in the FIRST HOUR or release, when the game takes 15-25 hours to complete.

this is gonna be long but idc it’s just for me to have peace of mind tbh. i’ll break down every single hate comment tlou2 has ever received if thats what i need to do

i’d literally love to write an essay about tlou there’s just so much to say! but for now i’ll just rant lol

so here is the copy pasted review, i colour-coded it so it’d be easier to comment on ▾

꩜ the gameplay was average for the modern gaming industry? there’s really not much to discuss here lol, the gameplay was incredible. even on bad reviews they always start with: the gameplay was insanely good but the story was shit. people hate on the story cause they’re mad our sexy daddy joel died (same) but nobody questions the gameplay. shut up. it being hella good was a general consensus lol.

꩜ more cutscenes and walking than gameplay. tlou is and always has been a story driven game and the gameplay/cutscenes ratio is perfect for that. if it were me tbh i’d have more cutscenes, but i think its perfect as it is and from what i’ve seen/heard, most people agree. there aren’t cutscenes just for the sake of it, they’re all very important. i get that if you just want to kill people then maybe that’s boring for you, but then again, that’s just not what the game is. you can’t shame a game that has never claimed to be constant combat and shooting for not being constant combat and shooting. if you don’t like the amount of story telling in the game then just choose another one tbh that just not a good critique. that was always known and that aspect is not much different from the first game so there’s nothing to complain about really. and for the walking, i dont feel like there was much more walking then the first game. of course the game is longer so there technically is more walking, but the ratio feels pretty much the same. i did feel like there was a bit too much walking and like exploring buildings and taking stuff for me, but that’s because i wanted more cutscenes lol. idk you cant ask less cutscenes AND less walking/exploring, then you’d just be asking for less game lol. walking is part of the gameplay and walking is never just walking there’ll always be infected and enemies and stuff so idk what you want lol.

꩜ they dumb down joel. these people really put all their brain cells to sleep while playing the game huh? being kind ≠ being dumb. constantly being distrustful of people and killing at every minor inconvenience ≠ being smart and strong.

in tlou2 they mostly showed joel in situations where he’s safe. after settling down in jackson, he allowed himself to feel things he couldn’t for decades. he didn’t think about sarah for years, but now he has her picture framed and visible. of course he’s not as tough and cold with ellie, you know what they’ve been through. he loves her and he did everything he thought he should’ve to save her, just to lose her in the end so i get why he tries so hard with her

(which may feel to some players like he’s dumb and weak for trying to get the attention of a little girls and basically being manipulated by her, and it’s a big difference from the big strong smuggler who tortures for information to the now settled down coffee drinking father who’s just trying to reach out to his teen, except the only thing that links them is the journey they’ve been on together. he’s not her dad. she’s not his daughter. so losing her forever is just so much easier and keeping that relationship is so much harder.)

his emotions and his way of handling things felt very real to me. he felt like a dad. it hurt so so bad to see him that way. it truly felt like when you see a big strong father figure close to tears. joel is kind at his core and jackson helped him retrieve that part of himself. him and tommy helped abby without a second thought, because why wouldn’t they? he was settled in a nice little town for four years. even though it was a bit quit for him to change his ways, i think it represents well how he changed. cause ellie went from 14 to 19 and in those formative years you change a LOT (which is also why complaining about how she’s not the same little girl from tlou1 is kinda stupid but ill rant about that later), and i think it was a great way to show how even though joel had already gone through those big life events, he still had a lot of learning and growing to do as well and i think they did that beautifully. + fiction always exaggerates things/feelings to make it more obvious for the audience so that’s always a great excuse lol, but naughty dog, at least in the tlou franchise, has always been great at keeping it very real and simple, very surface level, which is also why i think many gamers might find it hard to read between the line.

⋆ ‧˚ʚ ⋆ ꜝꜞ ⋆

oops i talk way too much omg i thought it’d be shorter but i’m barely three arguments in and i basically wrote a bad book lol. i’m gonna keep going tho cause i don’t really care i just don’t know if i should like keep on updating this post or make multiple part? anyways- if you care plz tell me!! also feel free to send me asks about tlou to discuss it or anything i (clearly) love to share my opinion haha and i love talking with you guys!!

ALSO IF YOU START YOUR ARGUMENT BY CALLING WOMEN “FEMALES” JUST STOP RIGHT THERE. your opinion has no more value sorry i don’t make the rules.

#—rant. #—rant. tlou. #the last of us #tlou #ellie williams #joel miller x reader #joel miller

[wiltf]

manny wasn’t actually expecting the five foot nothing to make it back alive. worse for wear, heavy boots trudging up dinky, stinking up a storm. but alive. and there was a feeling in his gut then, that only grew at the sight of twisted skin along the temple, that someone had fucked with something fierce.

instead, he gets a companion as the sunsets. a twinkle in the sky that damn well could’ve been a rocket. sarsaparilla and narrowed eyes watching out over the horizon. that gets him talking. bite and bile and manny was sure that no one expected the dead to keep on. finger that points out, north by northwest. straight into one hell of a shithole.

gets a few words out, at least. thanks, mostly. wrapped up in a gravelly voice, accompanied by boots on a stool. a sigh, like everything left in the courier might actually leave her. there’ll be a stain there, where the sniper should’ve been. 

such a thought gives manny that little twitch. back of his brain, all a-misfiring, as he expected boone back. sitting where he should be. “if it’s not too much to ask…”

the look says, something else? brows raised and perhaps a touch of judgement. manny expected that. what he didn’t expect was the roll of the wrist. the keep going. a “midaswell,” coming from around the rim of another bottle.

“my friend’s been missing for a couple of days now.”

“’s’not unusual.” a snort. cap rolling over knuckles now. manny didn’t know much, but he knew how to read people.

and that was a sign of interest, he was sure of it.

“sniper, first recon. went that way,” south-east, the finger travels now. “dead into legion heartland. didn’t say much when he left, but—”

“said it yourself. ‘dead’.” the cap stops, caught between middle and index. manny looks up from it, to find a pair of dark eyes.

“boone’s too stubborn to let himself get killed by a bunch of legion fuckers, and if he took some down, we would’ve heard about it.”

it’s not crickets that sing in novac. manny had only ever really read about them in books that had been held together by willpower, when they’d been at camp. could only imagine it might’ve been the high pitched whine out there, past the hills and dirt. helps him focus, as he holds the courier’s heavy gaze. she’s a funny one; he doesn’t particularly like her much.

but the cap starts moving again. “what was he looking for?”

“why do you think he was looking for something?”

the courier snorts, in a way that manny had found people from the strip did. reminded him of carla (and he got why everything went all grainy up in his head then, when he thought of that sneer). “ain’t no one stupid enough to go to cottonwood cove without a reason.”

“how do you know it’s cottonwood cove?”

“said so yourself: legion heartland.”

that grainy feeling turns into something. cooler. sticky. like there was no blood but he couldn’t move. first kill adrenaline. prey fear. manny swallows his own tongue, trying to not croak out a “you legion?”

didn’t check that shit out. just took the fucking hand for the ghouls and their rocket. cottonwood cove. maybe the legion figured out where boone was from. needed new tactics, probably. a hundred different thoughts, as manny tried to work out why his gun was within reach, but his arm just couldn’t quite cooperate.

it would’ve been seconds. it felt like hours. whether or not the courier noticed was another thing, with how she gets to her feet. “fuckin’ legion. fuckin’ ncr. i got no time for that shit r’now.” hands on her hips, and she stretches back, until an incredibly audible click snaps them both out.

manny can only manage a, “right.” what else was he supposed to say. clamped that tongue down on the ncr, but whatever. not legion. maybe he might still sleep with a gun under his pillow, but he was a little safer now.

“your friend. he got a wife?”

“yeah, her name’s carla. went missing a couple of days before him. folks think she upped and left him for the strip. but… boone. he thought something else happened.”

more joints click and crack and when she’s pushing against her chin, until her neck let loose, manny recognised this. thinking. debating. an officer he knew did the same thing, claiming the release on the joints gave him all kinds of ideas. no surprise when he ended up getting taken out by raiders, but that was all because of a stupid plan. and whether manny wanted to admit it, he might’ve just planted a stupid plan in that head over there.

that scarred, scarred head.

“i’ll sleep on it.”

it was not a final answer. not a yes, not a no. manny can only nod mutely, as the courier disappears down the steps. turn back towards the horizon once more, how it was dipped in a dark blue. telling him something was wrong. out there.

and manny sat back down, binoculars in hand, deciding it had nothing to do with him, as his heart finally started to rest.

#fnv #oc: eve #ch: manny vargas #post: fanfic

[millhavenn]

Reddit repost 2—Stranger Things subreddit.

There was a post about them yesterday, but it got locked because people decided to make it about a ship war rather than an appreciation of how great their friendship is.

Really looking forward to seeing them actually work together in season 5, because both should have pretty major roles hopefully. Will understands Vecna like no one else does, and I think that’s going to be key to beating him. And with both Mike’s girlfriend and best friend being important to the fight, there’s no way that Mike can’t be involved.

Hoping we can get a scene with Will being honest with Mike about how he feels, because his character deserves it. There’s a zero percent chance that Mike would be anything other than accepting of him, and Noah Schnapp would no doubt crush the scene, like he did with the van scene in season 4.

The van scene was one of my top 3 favourite scenes this season, because whilst heartbreaking, it perfectly displayed how strong their friendship is. The way Will was able to know how Mike was hurting, put his own feelings aside to recognise how important El was to Mike, and capture how important Mike was to both El and himself was beautiful. He knew how much it hurt him to see Mike in love with El, but he helped his best friend anyway. Unrequited love is hard, but Will powers through it.

Edit: Ok I didn’t plan on writing this much, it kinda just happened.

Yeah I was in that posts comment section. It is part of the reason why I made this. I wanted to see what exactly caused people to react in such a negative way.

I still don’t know what caused it. But this post is doing incredibly well, and I am glad. It is a very small step to bringing back some sort of calm to this community! Lol

I agree with everything you said. I am hoping and praying that a coming out scene is written into the script for season 5. After everything he has gone through, Will deserves the relief, comfort, and safety that comes with sharing your true identity to the people that will love you unconditionally.

A Mike + Will duo/partnership in season 5 would be AMAZING. I need to see them fucking up a bunch of demo(gorgon/bat/dog)s side-by-side. The two of them saving the world together (or helping to) would be a beautiful way to bring their storylines to a close—they both get their revenge on those that had caused them, and the people they love, pain.

It does not matter if it is platonic or romantic—the final blow should be theirs and I will die on this hill !!

I think the negative reactions come as a result of any perceived implication that their relationship is romantic; as whilst majority of fans are relatively positive towards their friendship, the common consensus around here is that it’s just that, a friendship. And whilst I personally agree with that judgement, the constant desire to turn any mention of their friendship into a ship war is tiring.

Seeing Mike get his hands dirty to defend El and Will from some monsters would be a sight to behold, and it’d be cool to see Mike confront Vecna similar to when he tried to take on Billy in the sauna in season 3.

In regards to the “final blow”, I’m about 99% sure this will still technically go to Eleven. But I don’t think it’ll be as simple as El holding out her hand and screaming whilst everyone cheers her on. There’ll be multiple layers to the fight, which is where the rest of the kids, and the adults will come into it.

That is really sad to me, but yoy are right. Hopefully that mob (sort of) mindset changes. I feel that I would be able to have many lovely discussions (such as this one) with users here if implications of romance were not taken so personal.

And the above applies to both sides.

For anybody wondering, my post is not alluding to a specific dynamic in regards to Mike and Will. Users have been lovely thus far of sharing their own interpretation of their dynamic in a mature, and quite beautiful, way. It makes me happy, and I hope it stays this way, even if for a little longer.

Is that wishful thinking?

Yes!! I say Mike Wheeler should be given a chainsaw in season 5. Nancy/Will teaching him how to shoot a gun would be great, as well. There is a lot of potential in season 5, if they choose to go the apocalyptic route, really.

Oh yeah, definitely. I am sure a bunch of powerless teenagers would not stand a chance against powerful entities, such as Vecna and the Mind Flayer, on their own.

That was a joke on my part, but it would be funny if Will just, like, walks up while Vecna is at his weakest, and hits him on the head with a random chair. Imagine going through all of that evil planning, nearly winning in your attempt to control the world, only to die by a random gay kid. I would cry

You definitely do see a similar mindset with other aspects of show. Whenever there’s a post celebrating Mike and El’s love for each other, you’ll usually find someone going out of their way to tell everyone how “fake” or “toxic” they are together. Like I get that Reddit is a platform for sharing opinions, but sometimes I wonder would it not be easier to just downvote and keep scrolling, rather than offering a factually incorrect assessment? Same thing here for when people suggest Mike has been a bad friend to Will.

Maybe just a healthy dose of optimism.

Honestly as long as we get a decent scene with Will standing up to Vecna, I’ll be happy. The poor kid has spent the past two seasons in the back seat.

TLDR: I agree with you big time, and that should be a mindset everybody has!

It most definitely would be.

I feel that there are people who do want to have proper discussions with others of differing opinions, hence why they do not downvote and move on, but it has become clear that it is not something which is possible in the subreddit. Regardless of your preference towards Mikes relationship with Eleven, or Mikes relationship with Will, you are going to receive an immature response. It is best to ignore.

There is a minority in this situation that does deserve more support than what they are currently being given, however, this does not make them innocent—I would know. I have started and partook in many arguments myself, and now that I look back on them, it was stupid of me to replicate the way I was mistreated onto other people.

Everybody in this subreddit needs to learn how to have a proper discussion before ever considering confronting another individual about their opinion. No one is ever right, and if that cannot be accepted, it takes a simple downvote and scroll to continue with the day.

Mileven, Byler, it is not as big of a deal as people here make it out to be—enjoy your ships in peace, and let others enjoy their ships in peace, too!

#byler #stranger things #anti mileven

[zhongster]

Oh my!! Thank you so much for the video references! And that Diluc and Alhaitham ones though— I like the fact that Alhaitham’s one is so bassy and deep. Also I think diluc would be like: 😐 as usual then since he is alone he would start to let out monstrous burps for fun then pretend that nothing happened.

THIS IS KINK CONTENT, DON’T READ IF YOU DON’T LIKE IT

YESSSSSS i love that Alhaitham’s burps are sosososososo deep and bassy. They rumble straight from the deepest parts of his stomach and they always catch him by surprise.

As for Diluc yeah he 100% pretends he doesn’t burp when he’s around other people. But as soon as he’s confident he’s by himself he unleashes some absolute monsters. There’ll be times where he ducks away to find somewhere private to let out a bunch of belches only to walk back into whatever function he was at pretending nothing happened. I feel like sometimes he gets gassy while bartending at angel’s share so he’ll sneak into the back room to burp. Sometimes if Kaeya’s sober enough he’ll realize what Diuc’s doing and call him out on it. And Diluc’s response is always “I don’t know what you’re talking about 😐”

#burping #eructophilia #belching #genshin impact #diluc ragnvindr