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alyswritings · 1 year

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Ran Away

Request: hii ❤️ could i possibly request jj maybank x daughter! reader where no one has seen her in days and everyone is worried sick and she comes back late at night and at first he gets kind of mad but then she says his father beat her up and he takes care of her and goes after him? 🥹

JJ Maybank x daughter!reader

Summary: JJ snaps after learning why his daughter ran away.

Warnings: mentions of parental abuse, physical violence

a/n: thank you for the request! hope you all enjoy!

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"Why isn't she back?" JJ paces in the living room. "It's been four fucking days. What i-- what if she's dead?"

"JJ, she's not dead." Kie tries to comfort.

"How the fuck would we know that, though?" JJ questions. "We don't. Because she's not answering her phone and she doesn't have her location on, I haven't heard from her in four fucking days! Wh-- how did she just disappear?"

"Well, have... have you guys been fighting recently or anything? Anything that would make her wanna run away?" Sarah asks.

"Yeah. Yeah, you know, fights with you or friends? A boy? School troubles?" Pope asks.

"No. No, nothing. That... that I know of anyway." JJ says, scratching his head. "We haven't fought about anything. I mean, we have those teasing arguments, but-but we've been getting along and shit."

"Okay, well, least we know the problem isn't you." John B says.

"But what if it is? What if I-- what if I haven't been giving her enough attention or something? What if she thinks I don't love her or something?" JJ asks.

"JJ, your attention is split between four things -- your job, us, beer, and Y/N." Kie says. "And most of that goes to your daughter. She knows you love her."

"Look, we'll-- we'll go drive around, go to where she hangs out. See if we can find her again." Sarah says, getting up.

"Yeah." John B nods, getting up. "Man, we love her, too, okay? We'll do anything to help you find her."

"Yeah. Yeah, I know." JJ mumbles, biting his nail. "Thank you, guys."

"Anytime. We'll split the places up. See if that helps." Pope says, Kie nodding in agreement.

"She's smart, she has at least some of your survival skills. She'll know what to and not to do." Kie says.

"We'll call you if we find her." Sarah says, gently squeezing her friend's arm.

"Well, if you find her, bring her back home so I can smother her in hugs and kisses and then kick her ass." JJ says, plopping down onto the couch.

"You got it." John B salutes him, the four leaving.

- - -

JJ is half asleep on his bed when he hears the front door shut. He jolts awake, looking around. He hears somebody walking around the house, but they don't say anything. JJ grabs the baseball bat that's by the bed.

JJ creeps out of the room and down the hall to the living room. He holds the bat up, ready to swing. He hears the freezer shut and then the person walks more.

JJ yells as he comes out of hiding with the bat, the person screaming, and cowering away, dropping whatever was in their hands. JJ's eyes focus on the person, recognizing her even in the dark.

"Y/N/N?" He asks.

"Hi." She quietly says.

"Oh, my God." JJ sighs, dropping the bat. "God, you scared the hell out of me."

"Yo-- you almost killed me." Y/N retorts.

"Well, don't go sneaking into your own house." JJ says. "Wait, wait, wait, no. Who the fuck cares about sneaking in. Where the fuck have you been for four days?"

"I don't wanna talk about it." Y/N says, looking down.

"Well, too fucking bad, Y/N. You had me worried sick. You had your aunts and uncles worried sick. You left The Wreck mid-shift and you never went back. Do you know how terrifying that was?"

"Sorry." Y/N mumbles.

"Are you okay?" JJ asks, realizing that should've been his first question.

"Yeah. Ye-yeah, I'm fine." Y/N says, looking down, scratching the top of her head, her hair hiding her face from him.

"Y/N, I'm serious. Are you okay?" He asks again.

"Yes." She insists. "Look, can we-- can we talk about this in the morning?" Y/N asks.

"No. Because now that you're okay, I am going to ground you for eternity, Y/N!" JJ exclaims, his anger building back up. "You cannot just run away for days! Not answer your phone, not tell anybody! I thought you got kidnapped or-or were dead in some fucking ditch or halfway across the world after being sold in human trafficking or something!"

"Some bitch-ass kook could've gotten to you and you're not answering your phone, so I wouldn't know!"

"It died the other day." Y/N says.

"Which is another reason to come home! Seriously, Y/N, you have very little money, and you're the most common for some sicko to grab off the street and--"

"I'm sorry, okay?!" Y/N exclaims, letting a sob out. "I'm sorry. I just didn't want you to see."

"See what, Y/N?" JJ asks, his voice calmer, concern filling it, but still a bit angry.

Y/N sniffles, walking over to the wall, and she flips the light switch. She turns back to her dad, tucking her hair behind her ears, letting him see the bruises that cover her face, tears running down her face. She's still wearing the same clothes from four days ago, a cropped tank top and some shorts, the bruises on her legs, arms, stomach, chest, and neck visible as well. The injuries look bad enough now, he doesn't even want to imagine them fresh.

JJ feels his heart freeze at the state of his daughter. The anger in his eyes is quickly replaced by sadness as he physically feels his heart break. Tears gather in his eyes at her looking so broken, covered in bruises and crying.

JJ slowly walks over to her, hesitantly reaching up and carefully cupping her face. He inspects her injuries closer, rage bubbling up the longer he stares at her discolored skin.

"Who did this to you?" He quietly asks, a murderous look growing in his usually soft blue eyes.

"I... you, um... you-you don't wanna know." Y/N says, sniffling.

"Baby girl." JJ makes her look at him. He makes sure to not press on any of the bruises, knowing that'll hurt her more. "Who did this? Tell me. I'm your dad, I need to know." He states. Y/N stares at him, the worry and anger practically radiating off of him.

"Lu... Luke." She says, her voice so quiet JJ can't hear her clearly.

"What?" He asks.

Y/N glances up at him, returning her gaze to his chest so she doesn't have to see the look in his eyes when she breaks the news.

"Your dad." She says, but a little louder this time causing her voice to crack. She can feel JJ's grip on her loosen as he straightens up, shock coursing through him.

JJ's jaw drops slightly in surprise, his eyes widening at her answer.

"Wh-- where the hell were you that he could do this?" JJ asks.

"I... he-he ordered out from the-- The Wreck. I... I was the one delivering to go orders that day. I... I didn't think anything would happen, so I went there to just drop the food off and-and go, but he... he recognized me and he wouldn't let me leave and-- and I guess I did something to make him mad because he just started to-- to--"

Y/N cuts herself off as she sobs. Her shoulders harshly shake with her cries and JJ immediately pulls her into a tight hug.

"Shh, shh, shh." JJ coos, scratching her head, his fingers tangling in her hair. "Shh, princess. You didn't do anything wrong, baby." He assures. "You didn't do a thing. Not a single thing. He's a dick, it's not your fault." He comforts, resting his head on top of hers. His heart is broken, but yet it's so full of rage, he swears he could actually kill his father right now. Guilt forms in his stomach, feeling horrible that she had to be near his dad and go through that kind of thing, especially alone.

JJ continues to hold Y/N while she sobs into his chest. After a while, she pulls away a bit, but JJ keeps her close.

"I... I didn't come home because I-- I knew you would get angry and I didn't wanna make you angry and... and I know your dad isn't the easiest subject and--"

"Hey, hey, hey. I wouldn't have been mad at you." JJ says, his hand cupping the back of her neck.

"Not for... for going to take him the food? You're not mad I put myself in the situation? You always tell me to stay away from him. I knowingly went to him."

"Baby girl, no. No. Look, you were doing your job. Would I have preferred somebody else taking him his food? Fuck, yes. I'm not angry at you, though. I'm beyond pissed at him, but none of that anger is for you. Okay? I just-- God, I'm so happy you're alive." He sighs, pulling her back into a hug.

"You're safe now. You're safe. Nobody's gonna get you. I promise." JJ tells her.

- - -

After eventually managing to stop her tears, JJ helped Y/N ice some of the bruises. She took a much needed shower before going to JJ's room, refusing to be alone.

With JJ comforting her, Y/N managed to fall asleep quickly, especially given she hadn't slept much the past few days.

JJ lays in his bed, holding Y/N as close as he can, his mind racing with thoughts.

When she was born, JJ had promised himself he would make sure Luke never put a single hand on Y/N. Never touched one single strand of hair on her head. But he failed that. Fifteen years later and he broke his promise.

JJ was still living with his dad when Y/N was born which resulted in JJ spending every night at the chateau. He rarely went home, really only going when he needed something he left in his room. And he couldn't always leave Y/N back with one of his friends, so he'd have to take her sometimes.

He made sure to keep as much distance between his daughter and father as he could. He worked his ass off to make sure that Y/N would never have to live in that house -- ever. And she never did.

JJ was successful in keeping his daughter away from the horrors of his dad for most of her life, but one stupid shift at work and she's fallen victim of his abuse.

JJ's grip on Y/N tightens as he starts to cry, doing his best to muffle the sobs. He presses a gentle kiss to the top of her head, leaving his mouth there as tears silently stream down his face. His eyes squeeze shut, hoping to contain the tears, but they just make them fall faster.

"I'm so sorry, baby girl." He quietly cries over his sleeping daughter. "I'm sorry. You were never supposed to get hurt. Not by him." He takes his best attempt at a deep breath, another sob escaping. "He was never supposed to touch you. I'm sorry." He kisses her head again a few more times.

JJ soon manages to get control of his tears, holding any remaining ones back, not wanting to risk waking Y/N up. He runs his hand over her head, trying to dry her hair of his tears. JJ presses a long kiss to her forehead, lingering for a few moments as he strokes her hair.

- - -

It's the next day and JJ made pancakes, Y/N eating as much as she could, not having gotten a lot of food over the past few days. She's quieter than usual, not her normal upbeat self.

JJ understands, but wishes that Luke wouldn't have dimmed her spark.

There's a knock on the front door followed by it opening and Y/N tenses up.

"It's okay." JJ quietly assures, noticing her reaction.

"Hey, yo!" They hear John B call out.

"Just your aunts and uncles." JJ says making Y/N relax. The four walk into the kitchen, all excited to see the teenager.

"I'm so glad you're okay." Kie says, hugging her. "Well... um... alive." She winces.

"Thanks." Y/N mumbles, smiling a little before accepting hugs from the other three.

They get settled, just talking with each other while the pogues eat some of the food.

"Okay, uh... I have to go and get some stuff from the store." JJ says.

"Well, we can go for you." Pope offers.

"Nah, no. No, I got it." JJ assures. "You good with them, baby?" He asks Y/N, brushing her hair behind her shoulder.

"Yeah. Can we play games and watch movies when you get back?" Y/N asks.

"Yeah. Yeah, of course, whatever you want." JJ says. He kisses her on the forehead before grabbing his keys and going to the door.

"Hey, hey, hey, man." John B chases after him. "Hey." He stops JJ as he opens the door.

"What?" JJ asks.

"Look, I know where you're going." John B says.

"Man..." JJ shakes his head.

"I'm not trying to stop you. I get it. Just... just be careful. At least come back half alive for her sake." John B says.

"I will." JJ nods. He leaves, shutting the door behind him.

- - -

After speeding to his dad's house, JJ turns the car off, climbing out of it. He storms up to the house, slamming the door open.

"Hey! Hey, what business you got doing that?!" Luke shouts, getting up, and he notices his son. "What the fuck you doing here?"

JJ doesn't answer, just delivering a punch to Luke's face. Luke groans, stumbling back. JJ hits him a few more times before slamming him against the wall.

"You hurt my fucking kid!" JJ growls.

"What?" Luke asks.

"Y/N. You know, the innocent teenager who had to bring you food from The Wreck about a week ago."

"Oh, yeah. Your little bitch."

JJ punches Luke, kneeing him in the stomach.

"She's your fucking granddaughter! You're such a lowlife piece of shit, you beat your innocent granddaughter for no fucking reason?! What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

"She had an attitude." Luke defends.

JJ punches Luke again. Going to hit him again, Luke gets the upper hand, punching JJ. Luke delivers a few more punches until JJ overpowers him, slamming his dad into the coffee table making it break. JJ kicks his father repeatedly in the abdomen.

"You hurt my fucking kid! It's bad enough you had me scared of you for years, but now you have her, and that's crossing the motherfucking line!" JJ screeches. "You ever lay another hand on my daughter again, and that'll be the last thing you ever fucking do!"

He kicks Luke again, storming out, leaving his beaten father behind.

- - -

JJ stopped by the store after going to Luke's and then returned home. He has a black eye and bruised cheek along with bloody knuckles. Hearing the door and rustling bags, Y/N quickly ditches her aunts and uncles to see her dad.

"Hey." Y/N softly greets, pulling on the sleeves of JJ's hoodie she's wearing.

"Hey, baby. You okay?" JJ asks, focusing on putting groceries up, mostly so Y/N can't see his face.

"Given everything." Y/N says, shrugging.

"Keeping the ice up?" He asks.

"Yeah. Uncle Pope and Aunt Kie are really strict about it." Y/N says.

"Yeah, they are the strict ones." JJ chuckles. He turns to get more groceries, Y/N's eyes widening at his bruises.

"What happened?" Y/N asks.

"Hmm?" JJ looks at her.

"You have bruises." She says, glancing at his hands. "And bloody knuckles."

"I-- baby, don't worry, I'm fine." JJ dismisses, putting more stuff up.

"You went to grandpa's house, didn't you?" Y/N asks.

"Do not call him "grandpa."" JJ orders, pointing a finger at her. "He doesn't deserve to be called that. Or "dad" for that matter."

"But you went there, right?" Y/N asks. JJ sighs, knowing he can't really lie to her.

"Okay, so-- so maybe I did." JJ says.

"Daddy..." Y/N frowns.

"Baby, I'm fine. Okay. I'm all right. Hell, you should see the other guy." JJ says, but Y/N doesn't any humor in it. He sighs, walking over to her and he cups her face. "I was not letting him get away with any of this. Trust me, he deserves what happened today and worse."

"I don't like when you fight." Y/N mumbles.

"I know. I'm sorry, baby. No more fights, I promise. Besides, if he has a single brain cell left, he'll know to stay away from you and me." JJ says.

"Aren't you hurt? Just... just by the fact that he does it? Or scared? Sad?" Y/N asks.

"I'm more bothered that he did it to you. Unlike you, I'm a little used to it." JJ says with a pained smile.

"That's really not funny." Y/N frowns.

"I know." JJ mumbles. "But let's just forget about it, okay? Let's go watch movies and play games like you wanted, hmm? Get our minds off all this."

"Okay." Y/N says, standing up, starting to leave.

"Hey, hey, hey." JJ gently pulls her back. "I'm okay. Really." He promises. "I love you."

"I love you, too." Y/N says, hugging him. JJ hugs her back, kissing her on the head.

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irondad-defensesquad · 3 months

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Sorry seems to be the hardest word - Chapter 1

Also posted on AO3!

Originally a story written in 2019, though I decided to revisit it.

I'm splitting this in two chapters. I'm already warning you that this first one will be painful. Tony will say some VERY mean things to Peter, which are not condoned. Part of this is me projecting onto Tony after I had a bad fight IRL, so characters might be OOC.

TRIGGER WARNINGS (for this chapter) - lashing out and mention of alcohol abuse

DO NOT SHIP PETER AND TONY. P/ROSHIP DNI.

Some days are hard and that’s part of life. But that doesn’t mean they won't be a pain in the ass. And when you’re Tony Stark, certified “piping hot mess”, the bad days can feel like he’s still in the wormhole, trapped in the deep and infinite outer space.

There isn’t a particular reason why he’s like this today. Most of his bad days work like that. Well, Tony is aware he has plenty of reasons, but none are recent.

Tony ranges from numb to irritable. When these days happen, he isolates himself in the workshop so he can focus on something else, like his suit of armor or his cars. That way, he won’t resort to alcohol, nor will anyone else get hurt. It helps that Pepper is out to work, and Rhodey is saving the world.

Today, the billionaire is fixing some bugs in his suit while at the same time he’s fixated on rebuilding a piece from the old, flaming Ford. It’s the only car part that has broken, and Tony can’t understand why. And for some reason, he’s unable to fix it. When he gets too stressed about it, Tony returns to his suit, and then he goes back to the Ford, so on and so forth.

Usually, fixing things and taking them apart help him. But today, they don’t.

At one point, Tony gives up and tries to forget the car piece for a bit.

And to make things worse…

F.R.I.D.A.Y reminds him that Peter is on his way.

“Oh. Oh my god,” Tony groans loudly. “Fuck.”

Only then does he remember that today is lab day. On his bad day. How could he forget?

Tony clearly can’t tell Peter to go home. He didn’t take more than two hours to get kicked out immediately. That’s just an asshole thing to do. On the other hand, the older man feels bad for thinking this way, but just imagining Peter rambling and rambling endlessly is already worsening his headache. He also won’t have the courage to tell Peter to not stay in the workshop. He doesn’t want to make the kid feel like he’s not wanted.

He sighs, soon hearing the elevator door opening, and Peter’s bouncy, happy steps going towards him. He’s clearly having a great day. Oh, the irony.

“Hi, Mr. Stark!” Peter greets him. Tony doesn’t have to look at him to see the sun rays coming out of him. Instead of warming him, they only blind Tony and make the heavy storm in his head grow larger.

“Hey, kid,” Tony lamely acknowledges.

“I’m feeling so awesome today! I finally aced my Spanish test,” Peter goes on, probably not noticing Tony’s lack of attention. “For a moment, I thought I wouldn’t make it, since the teacher can be a little hard on the correction, but he congratulated me! Not to brag, but I was one of the few aces in class, and man, you should’ve seen the look on Flash’s face, it was priceless!”

Peter is full on chatterbox mode, talking about all the other school stuff. On a normal day, Tony would’ve been so proud of him. They would’ve even ordered something special to celebrate. He knows how stressed Peter gets because of school, so him feeling so proud of himself is a delight. It’s too bad that Tony’s brain isn’t complying with him, so he stops listening to Peter halfway through, and he realizes he’s not doing anything with his suit, just sliding his fingers on the projection repeatedly, aimlessly.

At some point, he realizes the workshop is silent, save for the Black Sabbath playing in the background. That means Peter has finally realized he’s talking to nobody.

“... uh, w-what are you doing over there?” The teen stutters.

Tony sighs. He should apologize.

“Sorry, kid. I’m…” I’m having a bad day. This is not your fault. But he doesn’t have the strength to say these words, for some reason. “I’m trying to fix some bugs in the communication system.”

“Oh. Do you need help?”

“Nah, it’s fine.” Liar. “You can do whatever you want, like homework, or anything in your suit. I’ll help you later if you need me.”

“Um, okay.”

As Peter moves to his counter, Tony instantly remembers what’s lying there.

“Just don’t touch that thing there, alright?” The latter requests. Almost begging.

“What’s that?” Peter observes it.

“Just… a stubborn car part I’ve been trying to fix forever. And not getting any progress.” He knows his voice is sharper than usual, but Tony’s head is exploding. He’s so angry. At whom?

Peter merely hums and installs himself in the counter. The damned piece is on the other corner. Finally, Tony goes back to the suit. As long as it stays this way, maybe his bad day will improve.

The hero is able to distract himself for once, as Paranoid plays. Tony hears a shuffle or another coming from Peter, but it’s nothing too bothersome.

Next thing he knows, though, everything goes to shambles.

The noise that comes destroying the quietude and peace is loud like thunder. It’s probably the storm inside Tony’s head now ruining the real world, too.

“What the FUCK, Peter?!” Tony blurts out, knowing that it came from the kid. He knows what Peter did, as he sees the car part broken into pieces, scattered on the floor.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, Mr. Stark, I was just trying to get a better look at it, m-maybe fix it for you–”

“Are you serious?! I told you not to touch it!”

“I’m sorry, I-I just wanted to help!”

“I don’t WANT your help! I just wanted you to BE QUIET and do your thing in your corner! But clearly you NEVER listen to me when I tell you to stay put!”

Peter is shaking his head, wanting to say more, but Tony keeps going.

“See, that’s your goddamn problem. You refuse to listen to me, you ‘think’ you’re going to help, but you just make EVERYTHING WORSE. That’s exactly what happened at the ferry.”

“But Mr. Stark…” Peter’s voice is tiny.

“I don’t know how many times I have to get in that stupid brain of yours,” Tony steps forward, stepping on one of the pieces, “DO NOT TOUCH MY FUCKING STUFF!”

The thunder scares Peter. He steps back.

He’s shaking. He’s shaking so hard.

And his eyes…

Those precious puppy eyes…

Tony stops dead in his tracks.

The damage has been done.

He replays all the words he just said, and he feels absolutely sickened by his own cruelty.

Peter is scared. He’s scared of Tony.

Oh my god. Oh my god, no.

Peter slowly backs away, like a scared animal.

“Peter,” Tony says, reaching out a hand…

But the kid runs away.

“Peter, wait!”

The boy manages to snatch his backpack and rush to the elevator. Tony doesn’t rush after him, though his arm is still trying to reach him. Of course, it doesn’t work. Peter is gone.

Tony is frozen where he stands.

The car part is broken beyond repair. Some small part of him still believes he can fix it.

But that is not more important.

He needs to fix what he just did to Peter.

He has to fix things.

No suit of armor, no car, nothing is more important than his kid.

When Tony rushes outside, he’s not too late.

“Peter!” He exclaims.

The teenager flinches, much to Tony’s dread. The former turns around like the latter’s storm is going to hit him again.

“Peter, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said those- those awful things to you. I was wrong about everything I said.”

Despite this, Peter doesn’t seem to believe it. He’s been betrayed. His trust… broken. It’s such a stark contrast to when he arrived at the workshop.

“I get it, Mr. Stark,” he says, voice low. He turns around to avoid Tony. “I just ruin your life.”

“No… goodness, no. My life is so much better with you in it.”

“It doesn’t feel like it.”

Peter isn’t crying anymore. He’s not even angry. He’s just hurt.

“You didn’t do anything wrong, I promise,” Tony insists.

“I just break your stuff and make a mess. You said that, and you believe that.”

Tony shakes his head. Meanwhile, Peter is checking his phone and texting someone, probably Happy.

“Please, don’t leave like this,” the man begs. “W-We can fix this, together. We’re a team, right?”

“Mr. Stark–”

“We can order your favorite food, we can celebrate your grade and- and everything you do, we can watch those space movies you like–” Tony knows he’s pushing but he doesn’t know how to stop.

“Tony.”

Peter has never called him by his first name before. And it doesn’t sound endearing.

The boy is still not facing him.

“... I shouldn’t have come here,” he concludes.

Tony doesn’t know what to say anymore.

After a pained silence, Peter sighs, probably to filter his pain. “I just need to go home.”

The other inhales and exhales, putting his hands inside his pockets. “Okay.”

Not too long after, a car arrives in front of the building. Happy only opens the windows, looking confused at the situation yet not prying. He gestures for Peter to get in.

Peter is heading towards the car…

“L-Let me know when you get home, okay?” Tony pleads quietly.

The teen just vaguely looks at him, not directly. “Okay.”

Happy gives Tony a sad gaze, as if meaning, “we can talk about this later, if you want”.

Regardless, Happy and Peter are quickly gone, and Tony watches the car disappear into the horizon. There’s no one else around to watch this scene.

Tony drove them all away.

He drove his kid away.

And for the first time in a while, Tony can’t hold back his tears.

(Chapter 2)

#lotus speaks #irondad #fics #my fics #don't worry!!!! this will have a happy ending i promise!!!!

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thisisthinprivilege · 6 months

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My mom is fat. I am fat. Disclosure, though, I'm a small fat, and my weight would be considered pretty average if I was taller. So I still have some privilege, since I fit into "straight" sizes and am only a bit overweight.

Anyway, I've dealt with a lot of shit for being overweight, mostly from my also overweight mom. She is, I guess, a small fat too. She's short, too. But she can fit into seats and whatnot and is nowhere near enormous. Actually, she's pretty small in size.

Well, my mother is absolutely mentally ill. She encourages starving yourself, talks about her bulimic and anorexic tendencies as a teenager as if it was no big deal, and when I tell her she had (has?) an eating disorder, she denies it. VEHEMENTLY. And she agrees that her relationship with food is unhealthy, but still denies her having an eating disorder. She hardly eats.

Well, I recently got into a huge fight with her because she said, and I quote, "I don't like fat people."

I got really angry and asked her why she hates fat people if she herself is overweight. And then I told her that I'm pretty big myself and that she was pretty much insulting me.

Then she starting talking about how all fat people are "fat pigs" and that they ALL eat too much, ALL don't exercise, etc. I asked her why she's overweight if she hardly eats, and she didn't respond.

This is the same mom who constantly tells me if I lose weight I'll be liked more, have boys like me, look better in clothes, be prettier, be worth more, etc. A few years back I tried to starve myself, and when she found out, instead of being upset that I was potentially developing an eating disorder, she told me "if you're going to starve you need to eat at least ONE thing a day to get your nutrients."

LIKE, WHAT THE FUCK? She should have been telling me that I was beautiful and perfect the way I was, but instead she was telling me to basically starve save for one snack a day. She tells me people don't typically like fat people, etc, and then denies that she ever says anything to me about my weight when I bring it up to her.

When I was, like 10, FUCKING TEN, she told me I was fat, point-blank, to my face. I was only 90 pounds.

She constantly makes comments about my thick legs, and asks me if I want to look more like my skinny friends. When I say I don't care, she tells me that I actually do care. Because EVERYONE who's overweight just wants dreadfully to be thin, apparently.

We had a HUGE fight, and I was crying and telling her she was indecent and shouldn't judge people based off of their bodies, and she spewed some bullshit about how people like to be around "healthy" people and not fat people.

Every time she wants to make me want to lose weight, she tells me boys like skinny girls and I will finally "be noticed" once I lose weight. When I tell her I don't care about appeasing shallow fuckboys, she doesn't believe me and says that all teenage girls like boys and want boys to be all over them. Okay, lol. Sure. "If you ever want a boyfriend and want to have fun in high school, you need to lose weight. Sorry, but boys like skinny girls."

Hm. Okay.

So, encourage me to have an eating disorder, insult me, tell me I'm not worth enough if I'm not thin. I really don't understand. She's overweight herself, and she's abusive to me. She was when I was very young too, but I didn't realize how unhealthy it was until recently. She hates that I'm a fat activist and thinks I'm going to get my "ass kicked" one day for supporting basic human decency. Hm.

Thin privilege is not having ALREADY FAT PEOPLE reprimand you for your natural body type.

Thin privilege is not being insulted and abused by parents for their body.

#weight talk #fat discrimination #fat hate #fat hatred #fatphobia #diet culture #trigger warning

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stupidlovergirl · 10 months

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Video Games are my Love Language

Levi x Reader

Dev Notes: Ya girl has 20 million Wisps but I decided to write a Levi fic because he is my special guy and I am sinking my teeth into him like a stress ball. My laptop has been kicking my ass and not allowing me to open both Tumblr or even Word or Docs. So fuck it we ball. Also had no clue what to name this fic, wrote it in like, an hour or two. It's kinda bad. Once again, fuck it we ball Not edited

Recently, you have been playing so much Chess.com. It's kinda become a problem. When you have to open up your RAD-issued laptop, you briefly write down the lesson and just open it up and start playing. Sometimes when you're further back in the class you text Levi and you two will engage in a battle of wits and absolute trash talk. Malding has happened, and the absolute will power it takes to not shoot up and go a fist fight with him for his comments is great, but you want to continue being able to just play chess in class is greater. Sometimes it becomes such a hindrance you have to beg one of the others in the class for the work, and beg even harder where they won't tell Lucifer. Maybe it's an addiction, but if playing chess and beating Levi's ass in it sometimes is wrong, you don't want to be right.

So, that's what you were doing. You're supposed to be writing a paper on the history of something or other, but you're just playing Levi in another game. The last two went by pretty fast, as Levi is a good strategist, given he is literally an admiral, but you've been getting better. You usually sass and tease him to get him off his game to take the W, and it works. Call it cheap, but it's still a win.

L3vi: lololol bad move normie L3vi: L move, ur abt to get wrekt

You push a frustrated breath through your nose. You were so going to make him regret that latter. Typing quickly, you make your next comment before you even think about it

'Shut up. You're just complaining about the W I'm gonna take because you want to kiss me!!!!!!!!'

And you don't think you'd ever see it. Levi has withdrawn from the game, leaving you the victor. It's strange, because he doesn't accept any other game for the rest of the day, and it turns into not playing for the rest of the week. Slowly, he starts playing with you again, but you don't question his reasons for stopping, as you don't want him to quit again.

Levi has gotten some new first person shooter. He's been talking about it all week, and wanting to show you in person. To hype it up for you, he's been sending pics and videos of his kills and his streaks during class. You ask him nicely and sometimes he puts his screen up on Discord for you to watch on your phone while you're in class or on break and hiding from the demands of the brothers you love so much. So when the weekend rolled around, you said no to all the invitations extended to go somewhere else from the other brothers and end up in Levi's room, which you refer to as 'The Fishbowl', despite Levi's (obviously fake) annoyance.

You knock on the door, and Levi doesn't even bother with a password as he opens the door and yanks you inside. You feel off balance as you walk (or more appropriately: dragged) to Levi's desk, where the title screen is displayed, and around it two chairs, one Levi's and the other the one Levi bought for you. You sit down, resting in it as Levi sits down in front of you. He starts rambling again, about the game and how it's 'so cool' and totally 'the best one ever'. You just smile, sleepy from the hard and infuriating school work (and the even harder and more infuriating chess games). So you snatch a blanket, snuggle in, and watch Levi do his thing. Sometimes you get hyped, when Levi pulls off a sick clutch or penta kill, but for the most part are pretty relaxed. The conversation has died down for the most part, as Levi's hyper focus has set in, and you are way too sleepy to care. So much so, you've stopped watching the game, and turned to Levi himself.

Then your thoughts consume you. Levi is so pretty, and it makes you sad sometimes he's so hard of himself. You pick on him for little things since you have gotten closer, but only in fun witty banter, which Levi recognizes as he typically replies with some of his own. Yet you wish that he would realize just how attractive he is on his own. His pretty hair, which despite the lack of routine is so freaking soft and pretty and it makes you want to run you hands through it. His eyes, which remind you of the sunset when it's so close to saying goodnight that the purple starts bleeding in. His cute nose, his nice jawline……his lips, which are so soft and kissable and moving anD OH GOD HE'S TALKING AND LOOKING AT YOU.

"What?" you ask simply, voice quiet and giving away your obvious sleepiness

Levi rolls his eyes, but the smile on his lips easily shows he's not annoyed. "I was asking if you had seen that kill, but obviously not as you were spaced out. What's more interesting than my game? The whole reason I invited you over?" He grabs the water bottle off to the side and takes a drink, and you feel a little embarrassed

"It's nothing, just sleepy from school. Not all of us can take online classes nerd" You say, reaching a foot out and kicking his chair away from you, sending him rolling a little ways away.

"Skill Issue" is all you get in response as he places the bottle back down and moves back to play. Your eyes drooping low, and you feel sleep about to lure you away.

"Do you really want to know?" You whisper quietly.

"Mhm. Shoot." Levi says, barely focusing on what you said and at the new round that has started

"I was thinking about how pretty you are" You mumble out, sleep finally clamping your eyes shut and leading your mind off. Not realizing the short circuiting boy you left behind as you slipped into dreamland.

It's been a few weeks after you confessed you found Levi pretty. Where both of you have been absolutely avoiding any type of real life interaction. Staying just between the game offered texting and Discord. Sometimes even calling if both of you were feeling brave. The brothers have noticed that Levi hasn't left his room, and since none of them have gotten a text about how he's staying because of a new game or the like, they ask you. You who sorta places and feels a little sickly and scurries off and hides after the question. So obviously something happened between you two, and they have no clue how to help, so they just leave it up to you to figure it out. (Not that they wanted too, but Lucifer has been VERY adamant that this is a problem that resides just between you and Levi)

Yet the dance of avoidance has ended due to one thing. An otome game that both you and Levi have been wanting to play drops today from the pre-orders. Which, since you both were so excited, decided to pitch money towards so you could play it together. Yet, would he still want to play it with you after what happened? I mean, you really haven't seen each other. You sound him a text to ask. So, after much nervousness, you sent the text asking if Levi wanted to meet up to start playing together. You watch as the typing bubble flicks up and then stops, and comes up again for a hour it feels like, before the text comes through

'Sure, we planned to so I don't know why we wouldn't lololol'

So that sets the train in motion. The name of the game is pretend. You never told Levi you found him pretty, you guys haven't been avoiding each other, and everyone else hasn't noticed your strange behavior when asked anything about how you have been avoiding him. Perfect. Thank whatever granted you this mercy. So you make yourself a little more presentable, showing that you are not a swamp creature but instead a version of yourself that screams 'I didn't try but still look cute' when YOU DEFINITELY TRIED VERY HARD. So, looking your casual best for him, you set off to the Fishbowl, which feels a lot more like a fighting arena now. In your head you start reviewing things

1 - That you totally didn't call him pretty, in fact you don't find him attractive in the romantic sense at all! Only platonic. Platonically he is good looking. It's an objective fact. Yup. 2 - You DO NOT want to kiss him. You do not want to kiss him at all because he probably has chapped lips and they aren't kissable at all. 3 - Just keep repeating the lies you tell yourself so you can make it out of this colossal interaction unscathed and maybe even start repairing your relationship

So you walk up to his door with a boldness that you know will easily break. You knock on the door, and wait for the password to start. You were surprised when the door just opened and you were yanked in. "Are you excited? I can't wait to romance all the datables! I think it's gonna be great!" Levi excitedly And with that sentence, all the anxiety and tension melts away, and you two ease back into the regular dynamic. "I know, all the characters are so dynamic while being such "typical" stereotypes" you reply back, just as excited You feel him grab your wrist and drag you to the bean bags

And that is where you spend the rest of the day and night, the two of you playing the game, discussing the characters, and feeling secure in your friendship with him

Yet, the comfort dissipates when you get into it about the characters "I'm sorry, but he is best boy! He is a cute little nerdy gamer otaku with anxiety! What isn't to love about him!" "I'm just saying, that my darling is superior! They are so kind to others and they love helping! I'm sorry you cannot appreciate their beauty" Levi scoffs rolling his eyes "Honestly, why do you even like him?" "Because he reminds me of you! Both adorable and anxious!" And you both stop

"Uhm, haha, juust kidding!" you say with a giggle, anxiously looking around "You've done that twice now…are…are you not lying?" Levi says, and he drops his head and fiddles with his fingers "I'm not…I really do like you Levi. You're really important to me." Levi squeaks, and backs away "I hope that doesn't upset you.."

Levi shakes his head furiously "NO!" and he recoils at his outburst. "I like you too… and I thought you were messing me with that night when you said I was…uhm…" he trails off, rubbing his neck "That you were pretty?" "Yes" he squeaks out "Well, I think that you are very pretty. That is just one of the things I like about you though. I like how excited you get, how you are so open to me. You mean so much to me" "DON'T SAY THINGS LIKE THAT UNPROMPTED!" Levi screeches, covering his face You can't help but laugh, "But it's true!" Levi peeks through a gap in his fingers

"I wanted to tell you that…that I like you too" You gape at him "Seriously?" "Mhm" he murmurs You smile at him, feeling giddy, like you're floating, or if electricity was shooting through your veins. "Well, if you like me and I like you…" you smile "Maybe we should go out?"

You have never seen Levi so red before, but his smile is so wide "Okay!" he manages to squeak out

#obey me x reader #obswd x reader #obey me x you #obswd x you #leviathan x reader #bunny's.game.collection

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teatimeweirdo · 1 year

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30 Days of Writing - 07.12.2023 Ulfric Stormcloak

note: Ahh i didn't write the last 2 days because school has been kicking my ass, and secondly ulfric is very f*able in my game hggg (also i can't believe he's like 50 or sum bc his german voice makes him sound like a teenager), also no gif of ulfric bc there is no pretty gif of him lol

gender neutral reader, very short drabble (I'm tired af)

Windhelm was cold, especially during the night, but you knew that when you married your husband. You'd usually wait for him to get to bed as well before going to sleep, but recently he's been caught up with the war and wouldn't get to rest until late in the night. Sometimes you felt lonely, especially on clear nights like this.

You were about to drift off to sleep when you felt a dip in the bed. You look up to see Ulfric sitting there. He looked exhausted, you knew the long discussions about the war have been draining him.

You reached out and grabbed his hand to tell him the you noticed him. He bend down to give you a soft kiss, as much as you wanted to continue the physical affection, you were more concerned about his health.

"You should get ready for bed as well my love, you must be tired."

While Ulfric went to change into his sleep wear, you played with your wedding band a little, a reminder of how much he loves you and how much you love him.

You always knew your husband could be quite hot headed which is what worried you the most. He might get in trouble due to him not backing down when he clearly lost a fight. He also has been added to the imperials' most wanted list which didn't exactly put your mind to ease about his trip across Darkwater Crossing.

When he finally returned to yur shared bed, you just hugged him close to make sure he was still there. You knew he wasn't very pleased about leaving you alone eitehr but he doesn't wanna risk loosing you to the war. He has already lost so much.

As long as you had each other you would never have to worry.

#i need to stop writing so late in the day #I'm tired #this sucks #skyrim #skyrim x reader #ulfric stormcloak #ulfric stormcloak x reader #no beta we die like my favorite characters

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happypopcornprincess · 1 year

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The Heartbreak Prince - Chapter Three

Warnings: Major Spoilers for Top Gun (1986) and Top Gun: Maverick (2022)

Word count - 2.1K

A/N - Amelia saving Bradley's love life, Physics, Bradley being the lovable chaotic millennial we all adore, a lot of MCR and Star Wars references (I'm sorry but prequels were damn good don't fight me), and an easter egg to another one of my story set in the same universe.

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Next Day, Monday

“Ask her out.”

Bradley side-eyed Amelia sitting in the passenger seat, driving towards her High School. She’s been hanging on his neck ever since she annoyed him into telling her about Nisha.

“Is she engaged? Married? In a relationship?” she asks, scrolling through her phone. “No. I don’t think so,” he says, trying not to think about the clear absence of a ring from her hand as he tried to focus on the road ahead. Truth be told, he too wanted to know what happened, and he was dying to meet her again.

They had so much to talk about, and years to catch up.

“Her Instagram says she isn't”

She shoved her phone in his face. It was opened on her profile:

NishiiiBagchi Professor at UC San Diego Getting better with age, In physics, that means you get cooler and smarter

He smiled looking at her profile picture, it was Ronnie. He must have been gone by now. That cat spent 4 years of its life hating Bradley to the core. Yet he curled up beside him when he slept over at Nisha’s house for the last time. Almost like it knew Bradey wouldn't return.

“How can you say she’s single?” “She has a cat on her profile pic, she’s single.” Amelia deadpanned.

He huffed out a breath and looked back at the road.

“Here’s what you’re going to do. You’re going to make an Instagram account. And send requests to everyone you know on the base-” “-Why would I ever-” "-You must do that or else she will learn that you made your account for her when it shows zero followers and no following. When you have at least 5 followers from when your friends follow you, then send her a request and ask her out.” “I will do no such thing.” “Well, then you’re kicking your fate in the ass after it literally led you to the love of your life.” “she’s not-” "You're not getting any younger, Bradshaw. Take the chance, don't be Pete. Plus, I really don't want to be your maid of honor when I'm in a wheelchair." "You sound like a grandma." "I will be one when you finally realize Nisha is it for you!" "Amelie!" “You don’t stammer when you talk to her? Does time stop when she smiles? smiles? And you never thought about what would happen if you were together. Never?”

He was rendered speechless by how goddamn accurate Amelia was. He stares at her, trying to seem calm, “You, miss, have watched way too many rom-coms and you’re trying to make my life one.” Bradley stops the jeep in front of the High School entrance.

Amelia glares back, “Brad-Brad, what I’m about to say is maybe the last time I’ll be saying these words to you so you better listen carefully.”

She grabs her bag and turns to him, “You’re an insanely attractive man. Men and women, young and old, long to be with you. And despite being an elite Aviator and somehow making a porn stache look cool, you are a softie who would sacrifice to lengths for someone you love. I bet if I were Nisha, I would have been pining for you despite your lack of abs in High School. Now stop being the frustratingly clueless bastard in every romance movie and fucking talk to that woman.”

She opens the door, jumps out, dabs, and disappears into the crowd of teenagers.

Bradley keeps staring at the opened door of his Bronco trying to process what the hell just happened. He closes the door in a trance, thinking about the MCR song that got famous recently.

Teenagers do scare the shit out of me.

He looks at the clock on his dashboard, realizing he was running late for the base. And still, here he was 10 minutes later, sitting in the parking lot of his base and making a profile.

There's a chance Amelia Benjamin shook him to his senses, and he'll learn if that's the case real soon.

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"- so how about we pull the jet in reverse and call it a day.” Sinopa, the only person in the class with the balls to oppose Nisha was back at it again.

Nisha appreciated the questions from her students more than anything. It means they were studying the subject in depth and were attentive. She never shamed someone for asking questions, unlike her own teachers. No matter how basic or lame they are, she would answer them. Sinopa was one of the students who took her field seriously and never failed to impress her.

“It is possible, but the g-forces applied to the body of the pilot will be dangerously high. We’re talking about 1200 km/s. Almost the speed of a bullet train.” she addresses everyone, nodding to the young woman for her observation.

Case studies in physics were her favorite. They had a story, something you can easily apply in real life, and questions that toy with your brain. As frustrating as some could get, Nisha loved a challenge.

The bell rang, and the two-hour lecture was finally over.

"Your thesis submission deadline might be a month away, but I expect submissions by the next week. And please, as much as I love Star Wars, no Pop Culture references." There was an uproar of laughter, and her students started to shuffle through the seats, heading out to their next class.

“Dr. Bagchi, please tell me you finally caught up with the MCU. I have so much to discuss.” Sinopa walked towards the table. “I want to talk about everything wrong that happened there. The quantum realm-” “-Quantum Realm?” “Gosh, I’m sorry I don’t want to spoil anything but the theory they presented was insane, you have to watch it.”

"Of course, I will!" she grins at her and looks at her Star Wars t-shirt before walking out of the classroom.

Although she never mentioned it, she felt quite happy when young minds like Sinopa looked up to her, and talked to her about their interests and ideas. This made her realize all the sleepless nights and studying for ungodly hours paid off.

Her office was larger than her LA one, and there was still a lot of space to be filled in the future. She settles down on her chair and mournfully looks at the mountain of papers from the first-year students waiting on her desk. She can only delay it, but not get out of it.

As she was about to pick up the first one, her phone buzzed. Her attention was drawn to the newest notification that had just appeared.

BradshawBradley84 has requested to follow you

She raised her eyebrows at the screen as she read his bio.

BradshawBradley84 Flying is the best way to gain freedom Aviator | Proud Gryffindor

Then she noticed he had sent her a message too. She opened it, and could not stop laughing as she read his text

BradshawBradley84 Deeply saddened by the fact that you let go of your Ravenclaw heritage so easily when I clearly remember you saying, “I can and will be the finest fucking Ravenclaw this world has ever seen”

She replied

NishiiiBagchi Not a way it is to address a Jedi, Bradshaw

BradshawBradley84 And here I was thinking you were a stormtrooper

NishiiiBagchi I was undercover, dammit.

BradshawBradley84 I can bet on the fact you were swooning over Anakin Skywalker when the prequels came out.

NishiiiBagchi Shut. Up.

BradshawBradley84 Oh wait, I was right.

He sends Nisha a pic from her own profile, which was her sitting in her dorm room bed. The wall behind her was filled with posters, including one of Hayden Christensen and Natalie Portman from Attack Of The Clones.

BradshawBradley84 Are you free tonight?

Nisha thought about it, a part of her desperate to hang out with him, and the other urging her to act reasonably. She was only recently hired at the university and had only been teaching for weeks. Although she thinks everyone is cool with her, taking a break will be frowned upon by someone.

NishiiiBagchi I got some papers to grade ☹

BradshawBradley84 Well, shit.

Oh, fuck it

NishiiiBagchi I’m heading to the beach on Wednesday. You in?

BradshawBradley84 Yeah, sure! I’ll bring snacks 😊

NishiiiBagchi Cool!

Her heart was filled with warmth. It had been a while since she felt it.

She’s got a date. With Bradley Bradshaw And she was totally cool with it.

Right?

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“You’re a Gryffindor? I’m Hufflepuff!” Bob gleefully admitted to Bradley, unaware of the fact he was having a stroke reading the text from her, thinking about what to send next.

“Huh?” he asked Bob.

“I’m a Hufflepuff man!” he says, smiling at him

“Um, no offense Bob but I guess everyone guessed that.” Mickey's voice followed.

He laughed as Fanboy and Payback, Mickey and Reuben, joined him, the latter saying, “Really want to meet the person who convinced you to join social media dude, even Hangan couldn’t do it”

“That’s because he wasn’t being nice about it.” He scoffs.

"I have a really cool idea about your first post. Look!" Mickey didn't give him any time as he snatched his phone and took a candid selfie with all four of them. He then proceeded to post it on Bradley's profile with the caption.

A fun day with my fellow aviators. Missing you @ Tasha24 <3

He tagged Natasha, who had to return to her home for a family emergency. She was getting stationed in Arizona, and she swore she would only leave after meeting everyone. Hangman seemed to be chill about it, but that didn't stop the boys from teasing him once in a while.

“Anyways,” Reuben interrupted, “Hard Deck is opening this Sunday and we’re heading there to welcome Penny back. And you have to be there no matter what." “Sure.” He smiled as Reuben and Bob talked about the flight plans for the week.

"Where are you stationed next?” Mickey asked “I have zero idea. Cyclone seemed impressed by the flight plans we've been following so I really hope I get a break before another mission."

"I have a mission with Hangman and Payback. We have a few months before we start, middle of the Pacific." he grinned, but Bradley could clearly sense it was forced.

"What happened? is he bothering you?" he fisked Mickey away to a corner, already forming a speech in his head about what he should say to Hangman.

"No, it's just," he looked around and then said, "I need your advice on something."

"Okay," Bradley says, eager to help his friend.

"So, you know I'm dating this girl. It's only been a few months but I really think she is it for me."

"Yeah, you mentioned her once. Y/N, right?" he remembered a pool game with Payback, Bob, and Mickey after the uranium mission, where they talked about their partners and Mickey told them about Y/N, who was an art student and boy was he floored for her.

"Yeah, Y/N Sersin."

Oh.

Oh!

A memory flashed before his eyes, watching a picture on Jake's locker from his High School days. He was holding a little girl on his shoulders while dressed in full football gear. Forget me not big bro, good luck! - Y/N Scribbled under it in neat handwriting.

"Holy shit," Bradley said the only acceptable words that came into his brain at the moment. "Yeah." Mickey grimaced. "Jake will annihilate you. I'm not even kidding." "Don't you think I know that!" he whispered to Bradley. "Why would you voluntarily do something like this?" "I had no idea she was his sister!" He resisted the urge to shake Mickey out of it, "Well, now you do!" "I'm not breaking up with her." "Don't even think about it. Get Y/N and tell him together before he finds out, simple and clear. And please do it in public so someone stops him from committing manslaughter." Mickey looks hopeful. "That's it," he says. "Yeah," Bradley replies

He huffs out a frustrated breath, "There is no way I'm finding a loophole in this, am I?" "Nope." Bradley deadpanned.

Wanna know what happened when Hangman found out that Mickey and his sister are together? Read it here!

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autisticmagicalgirls · 1 year

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Hey I'm still alive, just have been having a lotta mental and physical health stuff going on. I did finally decide on some names for the characters, though! As well as a bit of personalities!

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The wand user is named Ethel Hart. Xe works very hard at school, and xir biggest fear is being seen as a failure. Xe works a bit too hard to avoid that, which may eventually cause burnout. Xe doesn't have a special interest, but rather, cycles through sort-term hyperfixations on various nonfiction topics to read about. As such, if xir memory is functioning right, xe has approximate knowledge of several things. Buuuut xe has an issue of getting facts mixed up in xir head sometimes due to swapping interests so often.

For example, xe can tell you some fun facts about spiders if you encounter one, buuuut xe might forget which ones are poisonous. Perhaps the three are fighting a snake monster. Are its bites poisonous? Was it round or diamond heads that have pois- whoops too late, Chrissy got bit. Guess Ethel'll find out which it was soon enough.

Xe lives in a college dorm as xe desperately tries to figure out what xe wants to major in for xir bachelor's degree. There's so many choices! There's so much stuff to learn! Deciding on just one stresses xir out.

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Bear arms/hands user is Christina "Chrissy" Robinson. She is mute, and uses an AAC device to communicate with others. She does know sign language, but only really uses it at home when she doesn't have her AAC with her, such as if it's dead or she left it on the couch when going to grab some food.

She lives with her sister, Pauline (Polly), who acts as her caregiver and helps her out whereever she can. Their mom is a doctor, and isn't home a lot. She pays Polly to help care for Chrissy since Chrissy has trouble with certain things. The two girls have only recently moved to town to be closer to their mom's workplace.

I'm thinking I might have Chrissy's dyspraxia be rough. Like... She has difficulty balancing when going up and down steps, trouble gripping small objects like forks and pencils and such, and she tends to either drop things or grasp them too hard. She also tends to fall a lot, if not careful.

I'm flip flopping between weather or not she minds eye contact, but anyway,

Due to her dyspraxia she has difficulty doing certain things like cooking, cleaning, bathing, and other things. Her sister helps her as needed, and Chrissy also has some devices and tools that help her out. For example, a spoon with a thick handle that's easier for her to grasp, with a mechanism to help itself stay balanced even if her hand goes shakey. I'm not sure what else though! If anyone has ideas, let me know. Perhaps a cane would be helpful? Idk. My dyspraxia isn't that severe, so I'd like to hear some from those who struggle with it more than me!

As for Christina's personality, she's sarcastic, blunt, and she's a bit abrasive when it comes to interacting with new people. She doesn't trust easily. Growing up she was bullied a lot and had some friends betray her trust, so now she's a bit standoffish with new people as a sort of defense mechanism. Friends can't betray you if you have none, right? People can't attack your insecurities if you hide them behind enough false confidence, right?

She read the words "fake it til you make it" and she FELT that shit. In junior year of high school, she started closing herself off, whilst putting on a show of false confidence. She began insulting people back when they made fun of her, and eventually they seemed to shut up and stop bothering her. So that's been her strategy for the last few years.

As such, she might be a bit of an asshole at the start. It'll take some work for her to open up to working with the other two. Knowing her she'd probably try to go it alone several times and get her ass kicked hard a few times before begrudgingly admitting she needs their help.

Maybe as she befriends them and slowly lets them into her heart, she'll realize that not everyone will betray her and that she can trust people again.

I'd say her biggest fear is being all alone. As much as she intentionally tries to drive people away so that they can't hurt her, she's also fucking terrified of being fully alone. She wants people to love and trust, but she feels like it could just lead to more pain. And yet... She doesn't want to be alone.

As for Zaps, I'm still working on her personality and her whole name, but I'm thinking she'll try out "Hannah" first

#autistic magical girl #nd magical girl #autistic magical girls #magical girl #magical girls #actuallydisabled #actually disabled #actually neurodivergent #actuallyautistic #actually autistic #actually adhd

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gritsandbrits · 2 years

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Completely out of the blue, I know, but I'm curious and I need to know. What's your Shrek 3 reimagining?-Anon

Okay so I accidentally posted that question before giving the full answer so here it is! My Shrek the Third Rewrite!

Be warned though this will be a doozy to read: Harold and Lillian go to the seaside bc the former thinks he's dying so they leave Fiona in Charge. By then she and Shrek already had the babies and Shrek is just trying hard not to let his fears consume him. Thinhs are going fine until the villains uprising starts. Fiona sends Shrek, Donkey Puss and the kids to Camelot to stay with her cousin while she and her Princesses handle things.

At Camelot Artie is not a slacker but the quiet bookish type. He's into politics and diplomacy which clashes with the more physical Camelot ideals. He is shocked to see a family of ogres, a talking ass and a cat, show up at his school. Even more his cousin married that ogre. Because of his nonexistent relationship with his father (which was also the source of bullying as no one liked Uther and took their frustrations out on his kid) Artie struggles with trust issues.

With time and patience he and Shrek gets to know each other. Artie becomes comfortable with the idea of being related to ogres and learning of how bad the persecution was decided to do something about it to prove his worth as a person. So he agrees to help then take back FFW.

While all this going on Charming takes advantage of the situation by trying to be a hero (again); this time being aided by his recently revealed Father Bruce.

Now Bruce is your typical Dark Fantasy rougish protagonist who made it his mission to help Charming. He used to be a former Prince Charming so he knows the ropes though his past is still quite the secret. But Charming doesn't really care about all that he's just happy to see he has one living parent and support. He's so manly and badass and takes no shit from anyone and has lots of wealth from the times he raided dragon dens and hapless schmucks who caught him on a bad day! And his voice is fucking AWESOME courtesy of Bruce Campbell!

Can't say the same for that loathesome barmaid Gwynn.

Gwynn is another player in our game. See she works at the the villain pub; at first confronted Charming for not really giving a shit about villains or general outcasts until it was convenient for him. She also wear a veil over her face and has touch aversion. Gwynn only joined of Charming helped her recover some of his dead mother's magic that she needs. They didn't get along at first.

Eventually they get so fed up thay Gwynn challenges Chamring to a duel which he snubs at first then she cuts a bit of his hair and he's all "oh it's ON NOW!!" They fight but find they're quite enjoying themselves. However their antics piss off Bruce. He forces his son right back to etiquette training and kicks Gwynn out so she wouldn't distract him. That night Gwynn visits Charming to apologize, leading to a wholesome talk about experiencing similar feelings of inadequacy.

With Fiona she is trying to keep the resistance together but it's hard when you have ornery gingerbread cookies and apathetic Princesses. She gets intel about the uprising but also very curious revelation about her curse and that FG may have been behind it. She also learns Charming has taken over her castle and may be part of the coup.

Back with the Shrek Clout Gang they're travelling through Camelot; Artie helping random people along the way, culminating in rescuing a maiden named Rhodanthe.. As a sign of thanks she leads them to Merlin, Artie's old mentor. They learn of the sword Calibur that can help stop the villains. Merlin tasks them with confronting their worse fears, and after passing this challenge they're able to move forward. He tells them he doesn't have the sword on himself but that it is located in the heart of one's kingdom. Realizing it's in FFW; the Shrek Clout Gang and Rhodanthe head to FFW using a magic map.

By then Fiona and her team manage to storm the castle and confront Charming. However he came prepared actually Bruce's doing and has them cornered. He throws them in the dungeon and waits on Shrek. In fact he's so excited about his prospects that he goes ti visit one of his mommy's old friends a fortune teller - the teller warns him an ominous fate awaits him (his canon fate from the movie). Putting him on edge. At this stage Bruce is also acting very weird especially when Godmother or Fiona gets brought up, causing Gwynn's suspicions to grow.

The Shrek Clout Gang enter FG'S abandoned factory to find potions to help them. However the villains and Charming catch up with them. Both Charming and Artie are taken aback to how similar they look but The latter quickly brushes is aside and has him put in tbe dungeon. Rhodanthe and the babies are taken prisoner inside the castle; everyone else gets thrown in the dungeons. Shrek is sent to the local Colosseum which is set up as a massive stage play - to put him on trial for treachery.

Which is just a bs excuse to execute him.

In the dungeon Artie finds Fiona but doesn't recognise the ogre lady before him. She tells them it is her that she was cursed as a baby but decided to stay an ogre. She thanks Artie for helping her, and after a pep talk Artie finds the strength to keep fighting and concocts an escape. He says he has FG's diary which Fiona concludes her as the responsible party for her curse.

Insert badass Princesses Fight Scene:

Donkey and Puss free the rest of their friends and rounds them up to help Fiona.

At the castle Rhodanthe is sad. But seeing how oblivious the triplets cheer her up. A dressed up Gwynn comes in with food. Gwynn who by that point was regretting getting involved with the Charmings, is sympathetic and decides to help Rhodanthe escape. Gwynn shows them a secret exit, explaining that she is staying behind to keep an eye on Charming. Rhodanthe manages to catch uo with Fiona and reunites the Triplets with her. Fiona is thankful; Rhondanthe says she'll keep an eye on the sky. Once they secure triplets somewhere safe hands the entire Resistance heads to the colosseum.

The play begins: Gwynn gets into her damsel role as instructed. She can't help but laugh as Shrek proceeds to roast the heck out of the unlucky actor. Angered Charming attempts to kill the tied up monster The Resistance barges in and a massive battle is about to start but Artie intervenes and attempts to appeal to Charming's better nature. The misguided prince scoffs but then Artie pulls out something very interesting and hands it to Charming. In FG's diary - which her son was told was lost - she talks about finding and losing her true love; and had made Charming the inheritor of her estate. That's when Bruce appears and try to take FG's diary put his hands. Charming demands an explanation.

It turns out Bruce previously told him that there wasn't any documents for Charming. But there was. He lied solely so Charming wouldn't get anymore distracted. Feeling betrayed Charming questions why daddy would hide something so big when Artie speaks up to refer to Bruce as Uther. Everyone is shocked to find out that Uther & Bruce are one and the same.

His ruse broken Uther admits that he has been the one to curse Fiona years aho because he was mad ove getting passed over for a frog. Gwynn comes down and says she tried to warn Charming that daddy was a deadbeat. Fiona is saddened to learn that her own uncle was behind everything. Realizing that his father only saw him as a tool Charming takes off the crown is about to hand it to Fiona when Uther snatches it out his hands! He pulls a dagger out to finish the job.

Suddenly Rhodanthe as a black swan swoops in and tussles with Uther. In the commotion they knock over the tower. Artie pulls Charming out of the way just in time. The window part passes over Uther harmlessly, the stress of it all causing him to faint. The crown rolls out his hand and Fiona scoops it up to put it back on her head.

Everyone has a brief celebration but then Artie shouts Rhodanthe's name and cradles her dying body. She thanks him for helping her and passes in his arms. Artie begins to weep; everyone grieves her and Charming feels immense guilt. But then Gwynn notices she still has some of FG's magic powder on hand and decides to use the rest of it to heal Rhodanthe. But they need water first. Fiona deduces using the castle fountain - the very on her parents first met - as a vessel.

Immediately Artie and the heroes rush back the castle and head to the courtyard. Using Gwynn's powder Artie mixes it into water and place Rhodanthe's body in it. Everyone waits and just as they're about to give up the water starts to glow pink and lifts up- changing and healing Rhodanthe. She's back to being human complete with a beautiful gown and sword - Calibur. She hands Artie the sword and the two friends embrace.

The next day Fiona gets right to work rebuilding the town. Uther gets thrown in jail and after much maneuvering she decides to forgive Charming BUT not without community service. The villains also reform and become more accepted into society. Finally she signs into law that things like slavery and persecution against magic creatures be illegal. Shrek finally got over his fears of being a parent. Harold and Lillian come back and resume their duties. Fiona decides to abdicate the throne to be a full time mother and protector of magical creatures; leaving Artie as the once and future king.

In the epilogue Shrek and Fiona celebrate the triplets first birthday at the swamp; with Harold Lillian and Artie visiting.

After serving his punishment Charming returns back to his mom's factory and with Gwynn's help turns it into a spa/theatre school so that EVERYONE gets chance to be beautiful and Gwynn is able to be a singer full time (and is slowly opening up about her past). Artie has Merlin become his advisor and, Rhodanthe is given title of Lady of the Lake. She also granted the ability to turn into a swan at will.

Now everyone - including Charming - gets their happily ever after! Artie has an actual character arc and there's plenty of mushy found family fluff + romance to go around!

Except for Uther he lost Happily Ever After Rights <3

He does get a visit from an peculiarly odd stranger who offers him a deal....

#shrek the third #rewrite #shrek 3 #shrek #fanfiction #shrek the third rewrite #oc x canon #fairytales #au #dreamworks animation #gb asks #long txt #charming shrek #artie shrek #artie pendragon #prince charming shrek #shrek oc

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I'm babysitting a machine at work today, so I'm gonna pass the time by disscussing more DBSSH spoilers. Well, first I gotta figure out how to put a read-more cut on mobile...

Yeah, there we go.

Okay, so I talked about Cell Max last night and I got so focused on him that I forgot to discuss anything else. Sorry, but Cell is objectively the coolest character, so even an off-brand Cell takes priority in a movie like this.

This time, let's talk about the lore that gets sprinkled throughout the movie. It's not the main focus, and they probably could have edited a lot of it out and made the movie tighter and more efficient, but it's better this way. The old movies worked that way, just dumping viewers into Dragon World with scarcely any introduction to the characters, but the 21st century Dragon Ball movies are events. They need to be long and have plenty of fanservice (not the sexy kind), and that's what we've been getting. Tidbits like finding out Vegeta is "Vegeta the Fourth" is half the fun, I say. So let's take a look at what we have here.

One bit I liked was how Videl said she teaches a martial arts class of some sort. I think she called it a "combat training course" in the dub, so it sounds a little different from a classic dojo, like the one Tien ran in the DBS anime, but it's the same basic idea. For years, fans have complained about Videl moving away from the badass crimefighter she was in high school. My feeling has always been that nobody is the same person they were in high school, and if Videl wants to settle down and be a housewife, that's a valid choice for the character to make. But I never understood the assumption that Videl stopped fighting. For all we know she's kicking ass off-screen. Well, it turns out that she's teaching other people how to kick ass, which is the next best thing. Maybe she still fights crime, I don't know, but I think it's important not to put her in a box. Just because her recent appearances always involve her taking care of Pan doesn't mean that's all she does.

They threw in a line to lampshade Goten and Trunks' growth spurt. According to Gohan, all Saiyan children are like this, staying small for a while, then suddenly shooting up like weeds. I think that's been the fan consensus for some time, because that's how it was for Goku and Gohan, but DBS really strained credibility by having the boys look and act so young for so long. At least the franchise is acknowledging the issue.

On a related note, it's nice to see they remembered to keep Dende looking like an adult. I'm pretty sure there were Buu Saga episodes that screwed this up, so you never can tell with that guy. I liked how Piccolo considered asking Dende to awaken his hidden power the same way Guru did for Krillin and Gohan. And Dende explains that he can't because he's not old enough to perform the technique, which neatly explains why no one has tried this before. Then he proposes modifying the Dragon to do it instead, and Piccolo's like, I didn't know that was possible, and apparently it wasn't possible back when Kami was in charge of Shenron, but Dende knows tricks that must have been innovated since Kami came to Earth.

However, now that this has been established, they need to account for any other character who can take advantage of the power boost. Krillin and Gohan have already undergone the process, but apparently Shenron's version is more potent than Guru's, so maybe it's worth doing again? But besides that, this would be a handy way for Tien and Yamcha to "catch up", if they ever plan to use those characters more seriously.

On Beerus's planet, Vegeta is seen meditating, which he explains is his attempt to duplicate Jiren's awesome strength from the Tournament of Power. He reasons that Jiren wasn't actually that much stronger than himself or Goku, but he dominated the ToP because he had such precise ki control, only bringing it to bear at the exact moment when it was needed. Something like that. I'm not sure if this is meant to lead into Ultra Ego or some other form, but it's cool to see some explanation of why Jiren was so Different from the others, and that it's possible for other characters to beat him.

And that's what I mean when I say they could have trimmed down the movie if they wanted to. Vegeta's barely in this movie, and he's about as far removed from the action as he can be, so we don't really need to check up on him at all, much less hear him analyze Jiren, a character who doesn't appear in the movie whatsoever. But it still awesome to get this sort of footage anyway, and without a TV series, they don't have anywhere else to put it. The manga, sure, but it's got to move a lot faster than a movie like this. Again, the movie is an event, and Vegeta's observations are part of the icing on the cake.

But of course, the biggest lore contribution relates to the Red Ribbon Army. We learn Magenta is the son of Commander Red, which is fairly predictable for a story like this, but what surprised me was the revelation that Colonel Violet is his mother. Did anyone else catch that? There was a shot of Magenta's desk and he had framed photos of Red and Violet, so I think the implication is very clear. I'm not sure how those two ended up together, but it adds a new dimension to that scene where Red watches Violet raid the safe before she deserts her post.

Also, we learn Magenta's been running Red Pharmacuetical Corporation, which was a front for the Red Ribbon army all along. After Goku wiped out the RRA, the RPC carried on, but they also funded Dr. Gero's scheme in DBZ. This is awesome stuff, because I always envisioned Gero as a lone wolf trying to avenge an organization no one else cared about, but the RPC is a much more intriguing idea.

We also see the first canon reference to Gero's wife and son. Toriyama revealed in an interview that #16's design was based on Gero's son, but I don't think that ever got used in a story until now. While Magenta and Carmine go over their plan, there's a graphic of Hedo's family tree, and a 16-lookalike is identified as Gero's son, named "Gevo".

Likewise, Gero's wife is named "Vomi", and she's a dead ringer for #21 from FighterZ. I'm unclear about whether #21 is Vomi in an android body or just an homage like #16, but I find myself suddenly much more interested in the character.

I already wrote about the idea of Gero's Cell data being in the hands of the RPC, but I guess that's true for all of his other android projects too. The thought occurred to me that this is probably where all the android/cyborg/bioweapon characters in Dragon Ball Heroes must have come from. Sure, it looked like Magenta and all his goons got killed in the movie, but the RPC probably has offices all over the world, and a robust succession plan. And even if the company collapses, the data could still leak and other aspiring geniuses might try to reproduce Gero's work. So that's a cool idea.

I think that's all I got for the moment. I'm sure I'll remember more stuff to talk about later.

#dragon ball super super hero #spoilers

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i-am-focused · 10 months

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ALRIGHT ALRIGHT I'LL POST ABOUT THEM even though no one asked

okay so i've been gone for... a bit. But it's cause I have a hyperfixation on this fuckin' cod oc that I made cause my friend also made one that is his special interest and we wanted them to be gay and we wanted to rp them. so yeah, that's where i've been and thats where i'm at. Okay, so i assume cause i'm doing this my friend will post his as well, so im gonna mostly focus on fly (his life) and his relationship with shark.

DISCLAIMER: we fucked these guys up, like big time, they are so mega traumatized and not just cause of the military. a lot of the stuff in fly's backstory is stuff i have experience with but honestly he just kept getting more fucked up over time cause the issues kept building on eachother and woof. damn. anyway, tw for sh, suicide, addiction, and just like, unhealthy shit.

Pt 1. FLY

okay so, his name isn't actually fly, its Jamie Flynn but that's his callsign. The callsign came from 3 things, his speed/difficulty when it comes to getting caught, his perspective on situations is a lil different, and his last name is Flynn so its that shortened.

RAPID FIRE INFO: Alright, so he's irish, hes got the ginger goin on cause i had to yk. he was raised in Dublin but his voiceclaim is hozier (normal speaking voice) cause i cannot be that stingy about accents rn. He is currently a Sergeant in the 141, youngest member according to hc and canon calculations. He's 25 and only recently joined, prior to that he was in the Irish military from the end of highschool till now. He's gay, he's cis, he has ADHD, he had a rough childhood (we'll get into that later), he is also 1 inch taller than ghost (6'5") and he's a demolition's expert amogst other stuff.

TRAUMA SHIT - so he has more recent issues but i'll start from the beginning, growing up he was in a not terrible family but his parents mostly ignored him and he sort of raised himself most of the time. He didn't have a ton of friends but he did have one named Ben. now, the issues REALLY kick in when he witnessed Ben get shot. This fucked him up and he didn't really have a support system and his parents weren't involved in his life so that grief and confusion and loneliness just sort of manifested as anger and poor behavior. he got in a lot of fights in highschool, he was a really tall kid back then but he got his ass beat a lot and his parents just made it worse cause they didn't want to deal with him and just yelled at him and stuff for it. eventually this became larger, criminal problems. he did do some drugs in highschool but nothing super super serious, but he did start hotwiring cars and going on joyrides, which got him arrested at the ripe old age of 16. His parents had just had his twin brothers at this point and didn't want him around or have to deal with him anymore after this so they passed him off to a family friend named Sean who was actually really good to Jamie. The first few months were rough and it almost seemed to get better but then Jamie's parents disowned him fr and he realized he was never going to be with his family before and it broke him. and here's were that tw comes in cause he did attempt by overdose. after that his relationship with sean improved, he went to therapy, he started boxing as an outlet, and he improved. He was by no means perfect, he was a C average student in school and he still got into fights but not nearly as frequent as before.

tldr: he's got abandonment issues, anxiety, depression stuff, and he turned out sort of okay? maybe? no that's a lie, you'll see.

MILITARY AND MORE TRAUMA - He joined the military out of highschool and after he had been there for a bit he decided to try training for demolitions cause Sean did construction demolitions and he always found it interesting. all was well for a while untill when he was 19 there was an exercise and things went VERY poorly, another trainee's device went off behind Jamie, it killed the trainee and left fly with a lot of very severe burns and scars on his back and other injuries that left him in a hospital for a few weeks. This left him out of commision for a while but he picked up again 6 months later and got back right where he left off, unfortunately he had developed a new issue. Oxycontin. it was perscribed to him for the pain during his recovery and they never stopped his prescrption because of his claims of long lasting pain. he was absolutely an addict for a couple years but he tried to quit and now while he still does take it, it is far less frequent and generally only when hes having some really really bad mental health issues, unfortunatley it does mean he combines it with alcohol. Anyway, he continued where he left off (just with some more issues) rising the ranks and gaining a rep until eventually he was recruited by the 141 task force.

Now how does all of this trauma affect him today? - welp. he doesnt maintain any close relationships, hasn't taken off his shirt in front of another person (unless forced or sedated) for 6 years, he has some pretty major anxiety problems, abuses substances to get through his hard times, severe intrusive thoughts, and has some genuinely awful intimacy/attachment problems. by that i mean he is still a virgin, never had a serious romantic relationship and keeps anyone (even sean) at an arms length. this includes shark, at least for some time.

see, he panics and has severe anxiety about allowing himself to get close to anyone, mostly cause he's got some past experiences that convince him that they'll leave again. so lets get into Shy.

SHY (shark and fly)

Shark, or Andy Lane, is another member of the 141, hes 29 and a Lieutenant. He is much closer with soapghost and everyone else in the 141 and has been there for a lot longer and has a romantic/platonic relationship with soapghost as well. He's autistic and hes got a lot of problems. he also has a service dog named Thresher who fly loves. anyway, so right off the bat, their relationship is gonna be genuinely awful for a very long time. We rp this, so no specific outcome is guaranteed but, yeah things are gonna be really bad i'm not gonna lie to you. they both have so many problems that collide in the worst ways possible. Fly has abandonment issues, Shark pulls away when things get super bad. Shark avoids his relationship problems, Fly cannot let things slide. Both of them are very secretive about their problems and its just not a healthy relationship.

So whats happened so far? well, honestly not a ton ig, they met, got off on the wrong foot cause Shark doesn't do well with unexpected meetings. they flirted a little bit, trained a tiny bit together, and then got sent on a really short mission. after that they sort of just saw eachother around, found out that both of them refuse to shower unless they're alone in the showers, and that's sort of it for the first couple months. After that they got sent on a extended mission, not goin into details of it cause truth is we just wanted to make them live in a house together for an extended period of time cause otherwise they prob wouldn't get to know eachother very much. so we put them in this house, they have a bunch of funny little quirks in their friendship that i'll talk about sometime in the future, and yeah. They chill. at one point fly gets a lil high on the weed and shark flirts with him which was a terrible plan cause it just makes fly a bit gay for shark. Then they watch the conjuring and fly is surprisingly terrible with horror movies so shark makes fun of him and then lets fly hold his hand for the rest of the movie which is cute. (this is just about as wholesome as their relationship has gotten/will get) and then more recently they went to a bar together, shark flirted with some people and a very drunk fly got real jealous and then they had a little confrontation in the bathroom and fly ended up kissing him :D so after that happened they talked about it a super tiny bit and then left it for weeks cause fly didnt know what to do and he was sort of confused by the whole thing. now, MOST RECENTLY and ongoing, fly was acting weird and shark noticed, he got defensive and then shark demanded some sort of explanation for why he was being a dick. fly sort of broke down and started getting really freaked out by the whole thing cause he genuinely has no idea how he feels about it and how to move forward. anyway, he cries, tells shark whats goin on, and shark talks to him, then flirts with him, then kisses him, and now they're making out in the kitchen. both of them trying not to freak out. So we have an outline, but i figure ill just give a monthly update on them or something cause this post is SO LONG OMG.

ill do another post with art cause i've been drawing them and i am way too proud of this borderline gay porn that i've drawn. anyway. yeah, i love them, i'm obsessed with them. i would love to be asked about them. i literally listen to their playlist all the time and yeah. swag. thanks for listening to this true nightmare of formatting.

#cod modern warfare #call of duty mw2 #call of duty oc #cod oc #cod original character #oc rp #gay #i love men #shy

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Multiples of 6 for the ask game!

6. What is something that you've always wanted to do but have never been able to do?

Mostly? Violence. I've never been in a fight or a physical confrontation of any kind but I'm kind of worried the day will come when my words will fail and I will need that set of skills. I don't feel bad about being non-violent. According to my family, my father has never been in a fight his whole life either. But still sometimes I feel like i'm missing out on getting my ass kicked and sharpening my teeth so that when the chips are down I can make things count.

12. who do you wish you could connect with but haven’t been able to connect with?

Back in middle school I made friends with two amazing people who ended up having to move REALLY far away. I haven't kept in touch with them NEARLY as much as I should have considering how good of friends we were but I think about them ALL the time. I think about saving up enough money to visit them and catching up and seeing how much life has changed us. I'm worried they think I don't care or that too much time has passed. I know those fears are probably bigger than reality but its still overwhelming. I hope one day I get the courage to make the groupchat with them that I've always wanted.

18. what is something you can’t bring yourself to get rid of?

Oh god, so much. I recently found an old IPOD touch that I bought when I was about 12. It was a 1st gen IPOD Touch. Existing on the periphery of what would one day become a market dominated by touchscreen devices. Its now dirty, and cracked beyond belief and it sits so small in the palm of my hand. I Bought it with money I earned from 4-H, which, for those who don't know, is like a youth program where you raise, feed and train a livestock animal, in my case a steer, and sell it on the market. I've gotten rid of old phones before, traded devices. But I can't let this one go. It means too much.

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grayeet · 2 years

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I'm trying to emerge from the void, here's some ctommy and benchtrio phone doodles from a while ago :]

#dreamsmp fanart #ctommy #benchtrio #I unintentionally went on a multimonth hiatus but I'm returning I swear #School has been kicking my ass recently but I'm going to fight it back #I have so many projects that I've been working on I am very excited to finish everything and show them :D #But for the time being you get silly tommy doodles

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tastyykpop · 2 years

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PLAY!

pairings: alpha!jaemin x omega!reader

genre: smut, a/b/o, sports au ish

warnings: dom!jaemin, brat!reader, choking, gagging, slight degradation, spit kink, praising, slight manhandling, biting/marking, a lil overstimulation, breeding, buldging kink, slight possessive behavior, slapping, a teensy bit of subdrop, cockwarming

a christmas present for my bestie and everyone else as well :D merry christmas!!

Never in the universities years have they ever had an omega on the basketball team, nonetheless varsity. It was a school wide shock, the talk of the entire school. Almost impossible to walk five feet to your next class without someone stopping you with a notepad, and writing you like you were the greatest thing since sliced bread. And after practices, there'd be crowds of students watching you, awestruck at how amazing you were and not to mention how perfect everything was about you.

There's a reason why you're on varsity, you put in the extra effort of making sure your body's in perfect shape for basketball season. The muscles in your arms and legs were enough to prove it, your strength was unmatched. You never back down without a good fight. Girls basically being thrown around whenever there's a jump ball you're included in. You're aggressive on the court, the ground- almost like a second home when you're diving for the ball, fighting for it to stay on your side. Banking shots left and right even stealing the ball all came with hard work and determination. You never stopped, even when you were tired you kept pushing. It's all easy to you, second nature some may say

You were an MVP.

Newspapers sold city wide showing you off as their star player, making other schools know exactly who you were. And they hated you, envied how you viewed the court with such ease. How you could run up and down the whole game without needing a break for water or to catch your breath. The way you were so quick and light on your feet was also something they dispised. How you could dribble your way into an open lane that was originally heavily guarded, an easy layup. Seriously, how you're mind worked was amazing. And yeah they hated you, but those teams also wanted you. Other girls wanted to be you.

Now hot in the season, the most recent game was a complete masterpiece and not to mention, the game that decides who moves on to the championships. Plays were successful, at least 81% of shots were made (Coach had a long talk with everyone afterwards). The score ended with an eight point lead and the after party was just as fantastic.

University students filled the frat house, beer cans and red solos in hand as they partied and celebrated the win of the boys and girls playoffs. Each hour more and more people would fill, joining in on the fun. Hell, even the coaches joined.

And as all that went down, you were upstairs with a not very happy Jaemin.

It was a tough game for him. The boys coach nagging and yelling at Jaemin for his 'sorry excuse of plays.' Coach has been eating away at Jaemins anger and pushing him any chance he could which caused Jaemin to put a lot of pressure on himself.

One mistake was all it took for Jaemin to stomp off the court after that time out was called. You recall chasing after him into the boys locker room, knowing damn well that Coach wasn't going to be happy with his behavior. There wasn't anything you could do to calm him really, he was stubborn and wouldn't agree on anything you said to him.

"That last technical was on me!" Jaemin yelled, kicking his water bottle to the wall in frustration. "And no its not fucking fine! Coach is gonna be up my ass for anything until we win."

You let out a sigh. "You're up by ten with barely two minutes left in the last quarter, Jaemin."

"Thats enough time for the other team to catch up." He got close to your face, backing you up until you hit a locker. His hot breath fanning your face with a look of bloodlust. "I'm costing the team two shots with that technical. God, I'm so fucking stupid."

Jaemin rested his head in the crook of your neck, clentching and un-clentching his jaw as he let your scent fill his nose. The smell so sweet that he only found comfort whenever he could sense it. Letting it linger and calm himself before he lifted his head back up, eyes focused on your hooded ones.

"You trust your alpha right?"

"Of course." You say with ease, his arm wrapping around your waist.

"Good. I'm gonna fucking need you later."

This led to where you are now. Sitting comfortably on Jaemins lap, his eyes shut. He wasn't sleeping just thinking of the game over and over as he played with your basketball shorts, hand sliding under the silk like fabric to skim over your thigh.

If only the school knew how you played off the court. Their favorite MVP omega would look so very different in their eyes.

To an omega, you can sense the vexation coming off of him. His vibe completely off and unsatisfied with the game that he couldn't come to a stopping point. However, his advances were obvious the more he hiked your shorts up. The more he danced his fingers along your hip ready to play, Jaemin had to relieve himself someway and he was heading in the direction he wanted the most.

"Alpha," You began, hand raking along his glistening abs, tempting to inch closer to his pelvic region. "The game was fine. I don't see why you need to beat yourself over it."

His hands fly to your ass, pulling you directly onto his soft clothed dick. "Don't try me. Coach is already screwing with me and I can't seem to make him happy. No matter how many times someone tells me I did good, he finds something to criticize."

You move against him with ease. Thick cock hardening with each stroke against his shorts, leaking precum against them. Plush lips opening with a sigh, eyes fluttering open to meet your movements with a groan.

"Coach talks shit to his favorite players, haven't you noticed? Still, the team won. That's all that matters in the end."

"But I did nothing to contribute. I screwed up." He growled.

Biting your lip, cock now growing against his stomach. Aching to be released, your finger running over the outline in thought over Jaemins words. There was an issue with how he spoke, like he was the only one on the team that needed to do anything for it to count as a good game. You despised it. The team wouldn't be the same without Jaemin, however there was no need for him to think just because he's an MVP, doesn't mean he has to act like one.

"You're so pompous."

"Pompous?! Because I know my worth?"

You shook your head, "You're an uptight player with no sense of the word team."

Jaemin poked his tongue to his cheek, fingers digging into the skin of your ass. His hand came into contact quick, hips stuttering from the impact with nothing more than a frown playing on his face. "I have more sense than a stupid omega that doesn't know how to keep her mouth shut. What good does this mouth do you anyway, other than getting on my nerves?" He tapped your cheek. Not strong enough to leave a mark, but enough to make your face move to the side.

"Don't humor me." You tug his shorts down just enough for his tip to peak through. The slick of his precum dripping just below his belly button. Your finger dipping at the salty liquid, bringing it to your tongue for a taste.

"Then keep your mouth shut like a good omega."

"No, I don't think I will." You say smugly, knowing the consequences when you don't listen. But Jaemin let you have your fun instead, chuckling at your innocent yet dirty voice.

"Its like you're begging to be ruined."

You smirk to yourself, hand rubbing his tip with little to zero ounce of gentleness. Eyes screwing shut, sucking the air in like a drug. Jaemin instinctively bucking his hips to get more than just friction. Leaning more towards desperation, his cock head now pink and glossy. Other hand pulling his shorts further down along with his boxers, lifting your hips to leave them around his ankles. Fat cock screaming for pleasure, your mouth drooled for a taste.

"Go on." He urged, "Taste it."

Jaemin tangled his fingers in your hair, dragging you to lick his painfully erect dick. Tongue dragged over the underside from his balls to the head. The salty precum leaving him more as you licked at his hole, more easily gushing out when he moaned. Collecting it all on your tongue from his lower abdomen, leaving nothing behind.

Adoration as he gazed, breath hitching when you wrapped your lips around him. Taking him slowly and inching yourself down, the stretch hurting your throat already on the verge of letting up. Head was pushed further along with his hips lifting to where your lips touched his stomach, a satisfying sigh leaving his mouth. Chuckling, he rested his head against the headboard. Keeping you in place, gag reflex rejecting the intrusion Jaemin put in you. Throat convulsed, shutting your eyes to not focus on the awful feeling, only trying to please the alpha.

Nasty choking sounds bounced off the walls, lucky the music and talking downstairs canceled any chance of someone hearing.

"Filthy omega mouth. Only good for one thing... and that's getting me off."

You moaned, sending vibrations up his shaft as a shiver went up his spine. Salivation pooling at the corners of your lips, threatening to spill any second. And that's how Jaemin liked it, messy. Other hand coming to smear the drool on your lips with his fingers, delicately bobbing you head so more saliva would drip from your chin and to his balls. And the more he continued, the harder it was to focus on breathing through your nose. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes just from the sheer sense of not being able to breathe properly. Nonetheless it was wiped away with a single thumb. The hum from Jaemin- a content one at that, adoring you getting so messy. And all for him.

"So disgusting." He commented, still rubbing drool around your mouth as he released the hold on you, pushing you off.

Coughing and wiping your mouth, you sat back on his lap to catch your breath. Jaemin stroked himself with a grin. Urging you to try again, cooing at the way you unconsciously moved against his thigh. Your slick soiling the silk material as well as your underwear. Thigh now damp, warm slick doing nothing but making him bite his lip. A copper taste on his tongue.

"Do I turn you on this much, alpha? So needy and I hardly did anything. It's no wonder you needed me so badly." Still rubbing his cock, the crooked smile on his face had anything but amusement written on it.

"Do you enjoy being a pretentious pet? Maybe you don't deserve this after all."

"But I'm such a good girl." You fake pout, "I deserve it all!"

Jaemin rolled his head back. Eyes closing to continue lazily jerking himself off, swatting you hand away when you attempted to help him.

"Just watch if you wanna keep acting like a brat." He stated. His mouth opening, hand speeding up to get closer to his orgasm. The moans- obviouy fake just to grab your attention, even stopping you from any movement so you'd have all eyes on him and his throbbing cock.

Veins in his arms becoming more prominent as his hand tightened, the other lingering on your thigh.

Tapping his sticky tip, a string connected like he knew it was going to happen. Loving how you ate him up with such a harsh gaze.

"I wanna taste you."

Jaemin mumbles, "Thats not my problem, omega."

"But I wanna swallow your cum." So vile and shameless you were, Jaemin had to bring you near his lips. To feel something, or breathe in your scent. Possibly something else...

"Swallow my spit instead." Jaemin carelessly locked his lips with yours, keeping your mouth open like a French kiss, only to spit in your mouth. It tasted like alcohol, yet you didn't waste it. Swallowing without a second thought, happily sticking your tongue out to show him. "Thats a good girl!"

He continued holding you against his chest, petting your hair. Fist still wrapped around his dick, moving faster and closer to cumming.

"Please, alpha." You pathetically beg, hand inching towards to wrap around his fist. "Let me touch you. I'll make you feel good."

Jaemin takes your hand into his, taking his cock in your own. Sensitivity taking over him, shaking as he hissed. Steadily in an up and down motion, the coolness of your hand feeling amazing on his warm dick.

You kissed along his collarbone, eyeing his clentching abs as his dick twitched in your hand, "Gonna cum?"

"Yes, baby. Keep going." Hand wrapped around yours dug into your knuckles. Groaning, Jaemin began tugging your hair, abs tightening as spurts of cum shot onto his stomach and onto his and your hand. The warm white liquid spilling from the tip like it wasn't about to stop. "Clean me off." Lifting his hand to your mouth, you cleaned him off like a starved animal. Now licking away the cum on his abdomen and your hand as if it weren't there in the first place.

Jaemin pat the top of your head, signifying you were doing well.

Then he slid down the bed, now resting his head on the pillow. A giant smile on his face as he tugged at your shorts, "Off."

"Do it yourself." You reply.

At this point, he had enough. Flipping you over with ease, stripping you of everything in seconds. Leaving you bare for only his eyes.

"Stupid omega, always have to test her alpha. You love being put in your place, huh?" Spreading your legs forcefully, he suddenly bit the inside of your thigh. A scream filling his ears at how harsh he bit down, almost enough to draw blood.

He licked over the now reddened area, kissing, then biting again all up your thigh until he stopped where you needed him most.

"Jaemin," You bucked up, hoping he'd put his mouth on you. "I need your tongue."

"Need or want? Getting your words mixed up, baby. You don't need it, I can leave you like this with nothing if I really wanted to."

"But you won't." You speak confidently, "You love to taste me."

Jaemin couldn't disagree. Staring at you with a shit eating grin before taking a long flick up your slit. Sweet slick making his eyes roll back, tongue dipping into your heat to taste more. Its so rough, you can hear the slurping sounds coming from him. All you could do was lay there and take it. Tugging at the strands of messy hair on Jaemins head, the only thing keeping you sane with how vigorous and starved he suddenly became.

Slick painted his chin, your core pulsing and spilling more as well as spit from Jaemin. The lewd sounds so intense mixed with your moans, you were sure at least some people could hear at this point. Jaemin didn't mind. Flicking your clit with his tongue, swirling around the sensitive bud to pull you closer into a gut wrenching sensation. It would come too quick, a record for himself if he managed to make you cum so soon with hardly any penetration.

And somehow, he pulled it off.

You're screaming when he doesn't stop, body still quivering and thighs squeezing around him. Vision almost going blank, voice breaking when you moaned, "F-fuck, Jaemin!" Hands taking hold just under the back of your thighs, tearing them away from his face. You fought to close them again, bearing too much already. "No more, I can't take it!"

"Didn't you say you needed this?" He muttered against your folds, "Did my pretty omega lie to me?"

You shook your head sheepishly. Not making any eye contact, afraid he wouldn't stop for the rest of the night.

"Then you will take what I give you. And when I'm done, you'll say 'thank you, alpha' like a good pet. Do you understand?"

"Yes, alpha."

Jaemin slaps your thigh, jerking you forward into his mouth. The more he lapped, the more you saw stars in your blurry vision. You were positive you eventually passed out. Excessive nipping and flicking at your clit was too extreme. Though when he noticed you black out, he didn't cease and continued until you came again. Almost like a resurrection, you arched into the bed and whined loudly as the final wave of your orgasm hit. Tugging and squirming against Jaemin.

"What do you say?"

"T-thank you, alpha."

Jaemin laid his hand atop your stomach, emotion no where to be found. The silence eating away at you, hoping he'd do something before you did it yourself. And luckily he did, though it was unexpected when he kept his hand put, but his cock was already pressed into your entrance. Jaemin didn't care how sore you you were, sliding into you easily as you placed your hands on his chest to slow him before ruthlessly pounding into your heat.

The amount of slick mixed with cum made it easy to slide deep, tip meeting your sweet spot with a rough kiss in an instant. And his hand that rested on your belly could feel himself, the outline of his thrusts that felt so good. A cocky smirk playing on his lips as he did nothing more than replace his hand with yours.

You didn't know how to respond. Of course you knew Jaemin was big, but that big...You wanted to wipe that smirk off his face before he had any other thoughts however it was too late and his mind was already on the run with ideas.

"I could do this all night if I wanted to." He roughly bucked forward, "Could fill you up, breed you, show everyone their favorite omega is nothing more than a cumdump for her alpha. It'd be perfect!"

You whine at the thought, clentching around his cock thinking of being bred with his pups. However it couldn't happen anytime soon, the idea that he could spill his seed inside you if he so wanted made your mind spin. "You're s-so full of yourself, a-alpha."

Jaemin cups your cheeks, smiling like he wasn't wrecking your insides. "Because I know my omega wants it. I'll breed this pretty pussy so good, keep you with me forever so you can't leave. Only be mine." His hands now at your throat, pressing into the sides as your mouth kept open.

"I-I've only b-been yours." You choke, hand wrapping around his wrists. Not drawing him off, but there like a sense of security.

"Of course. But I like when I make the other boys jealous."

Jaemin attacks your lips. Messily kissing while still choking you. His tongue pushes past your lips, playing with your tongue. The taste of alcohol still evident and intoxicating, you wanted more. Forcing yourself onto him, clashing teeth in the process.

His free hands stray to your breats, fondling the hard bud sweetly. Removing his lips, he now dipped down to your other breast. Sucking on your chest, tongue licking over your nipple, Pushing your chest in his face on instinct, Jaemin loved how you reacted. Tweaking, sucking, anything to get you worked up and begging for him is what he craved.

Cock aching, that familiar feeling quickly returning. Wrapping your legs around his waist, bringing him in closer- deeper, for his cum that would soon shoot into your cunt. But for now, Jaemin wanted to savor the feeling before his release, savor how your walls always felt so tight whenever he fucked you. How wet you still seemed to be, and only for him.

With your head pushed in the pillow, neck being squeezed- Jaemin happily let himself cum. Shooting his load in your walls, cum threatening to spill each time he pulled his hips back. However, his continuous thrusts shoved his cum further into your cunt. Nearing your own orgasm, he rubbed your wet clit.

"Alpha, alpha!" You scream, "Feels so good, alpha!"

"I know, baby. Keep going for me. Come on you can give me one more, I know you can."

You dug your nails onto his wrist. Your orgasm taking over you like a sudden rush of adrenaline, chanting Jaemins name until you finally settled down the best you could, still finding yourself in a subdrop.

"Thats it, baby. Shh-" Jaemin kissed your cheek, moving your messy hair from your face to kiss anywhere he could, "Baby, you did so well. I'm so proud of you." He repeatedly kissed your face. Inching you closer into a reality you couldn't understand just yet. Playing with your hair, literally anything to bring you completely back to him. "You okay?" He questions, lifting your chin to give you that lovely Na Jaemin smile you're used as you returned the gesture and nodded.

Jaemin was about to pull out, you stopped him by bucking your hips back into his. "No! I wanna stay like this."

How could Jaemin say no to his baby after all this?

After situating himself into a more comfortable position, you spoke, "Jaemin..?"

"Mhm?"

"I still think you're a pompous asshole."

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From the prompt: As teenagers, a boy and a girl agree to marry if neither have by their 35th birthday. Follow the boy as he attempts to sabotage every relationship the girl has until then.

"Hey Tommy? I was thinking."

"That's a shit idea, you should stop doing that"

You swiped at the back of his head.

"Shut up you ass, I'm serious."

"Hi serious I'm- OW fucking hurt is what I am it's a joke, learn to take a-AH." You hurdled a handful of playground pebbles at the 17 year old.

"Alright, alright gorgeous, hit me- No! I meant hit me with the question you little shit." It was getting hard to breathe when he got you to giggle so hard.

You're laughter died down. You looked down, unsure if you could look at his face when you said this.

"I don't have a boyfriend." He abruptly stopped laughing, hiding the obvious fact that he almost choked on his own spit. You breathed a laugh again.

"I don't have a boyfriend. And you don't have a girlfriend." Your smile slipped off.

Tell him. Tell him, you're almost there. I don't have anyone, and you don't either except we do we have each we have each other we have-

You looked to Tommy, his boyish presence fitting on the swing set made for much younger kids. You were much younger kids when you met for the first time, on this very swing set. You think about telling him you fell in love with him when he pushed Jackson Paloski down on the asphalt because Jackson said trailer-trash can't play on the nice swing set. You didn't know it was love though, you were in the fourth grade but your heart still beat a little faster and when you asked him if you could sit beside him during lunch he huffed and complained, showing off he was moody and tough and haughty, but he very obviously made Michael Welsh move from his spot beside Tommy so that the pretty new girl could take her place beside him. And you stayed there. For years. Right beside him.

You felt the breath leave your lungs as you thought about telling him you can't stop thinking about him lately.

Can't stop hoping your skin will touch when he asks you to pass him something.

Can't help feeling like punching every girl that makes a scene trying to gain his attention. You're usually so focused on glaring at the girl that you miss the way he shrinks in on himself, the way he actively turns his body to you.

You think about telling him. And how telling him could mean you could do more, be more.

You think about telling him. And you think about him pulling away from you, gently gathering his things as he stumbles over how to let you down easily, unaware that that's not an option any more. Tommy letting you down would mean shattering.

You clench your jaw. His eyes try to tell you something.

"So. So since. We don't have someone." You look toward the Shell gas station across the street. Tommy wets his lips with a quick swipe of his tongue.

Your throat twinges, the twinge you get when you're trying to hold back tears. You shrug to yourself and let out a breathy laugh.

Coward.

"So since we don't have hot dates, we should make a deal." You make your voice upbeat. You know Tommy can call your bullshit but he doesn't, sit's quietly.

"If by the time we're 35, and we don't have a, someone, to, ya' know. We should get married." Your heart clenches. "If we don't have. Like if I don't have a husband, and you don't. Have a girl, or-" Tommy is quiet. White hot panic races up your spine. You look over at him.

Tommy looks-

He looks like he's frozen, like he's still a few sentences behind, and you're about to throw in the towel and swallow a few of these pebbles so you'll choke and die and won't have to hear his laughter tear apart your heart.

Then Tommy blinks and kind of hunkers in on himself, looks anywhere but you, eyes shifting and darting. His smile isn't his when he manages it.

"Oh, you're so on, sweetheart."

It's not quite right. The atmosphere is still tense and you feel like there's a conversation you're meant to be having, like there were supposed to be different words spoken and heard during that time.

But having Tommy, even if it's like this, even if he doesn't want you like you ache for him, is better than not having him at all.

Beside you, while you hurt quietly beside him, watching the sun set, rocking back and forth on the too low swing, Tommy swallows down self-hatred and overwhelming feelings. Instead, he schemes.

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It's been five years since you've made your little deal with Tommy. Five years, and every single time you've tried to move on from the man, it's ended in catastrophe.

The time you two had just graduated high school and drove to Tommy's house so his older brother could congratulate you two. Brendan had had a buddy over that night, not much older than you, and you would be lying if you said you didn't flush appreciatingly at his sly smile toward you and the way he actively tried to add you in on the conversation.

The night ended rather abruptly when Tommy had spilled hot tea all over the guys front. Tommy was always collected, and it was rare moment when he was clumsy. Never mind the fact that Tommy never drank tea, and actively made fun of you drinking the stuff.

Or the time you two reluctantly went to Brendan's wedding. You loved Tess, and thought they were a great couple, but stomaching an entire ceremony of the two being gross and affectionate, all while you and Tommy couldn't boo and throw miscellaneous items at them? The entire evening was spent with Tommy snuggly against your side snarking quietly in your ear, so close you could feel his warm breath on the entire side of your face.

Yes, your plan of moving on was going swimmingly.

Then Tommy went to the bathroom, and a handsome man smiled at you across the room. You tentatively smiled back, and he moved as if to cross the distance. Then immediately stopped, his face dropping and his eyes widening slightly as he spotted something a little over your shoulder. You saw him clear his throat and veer toward a large group laughing.

Your felt your face slightly warm and your heart drop a little, self consciously looking over your shoulder.

And let out a noise of surprise.

Tommy stood behind you, so close for a second you thought a very well dressed wall had somehow appeared while you weren't looking. You had just enough time to see 'The Expression'.

Tommy was an amazing fighter. And all throughout high school, he made sure while he minded his own, he could also hold his own, and everyone knew it. He had developed an expression, one that scared every single boy in this town shitless. It was a mix between unbridled rage and open invitation. The message was pretty clear and universal.

Come get some.

You usually laughed and teased him about it, because to you it just looked like he stubbed his toe and he was trying not to yell.

You weren't expecting to see it at his brother's wedding, and you certainly weren't laughing now.

In a blink it was gone from his face, and he turned to you with his beautiful sweet smile, the smile that showed just a little peak of his slightly messed up front teeth. He usually reserved that smile for you. You had never seen anyone else on the receiving end.

"Tommy, why were you just-"

"This blows, I just passed Tess and Brendan flirting. They're already married, why would they keep doing that." He rolled his eyes, moving to your side as his hand disappeared behind your back.

"Tommy did you just square up to the guy checking me ou-"

"Brendan's friend is here, the one who can can do a Kick Up."

You stared at each other for a long moment. You felt his hand barely ghosting over the small of your back. His eyes where sharp, a little desperate.

"Tommy."

"There's also a rumor he killed a guy with just a playing card."

You licked your lips. He raised his eyebrows, his lips getting distracting.

"Shit Conlon, why didn't you start with that, take me to him."

Or the time, more recently, when you went to a match to watch Tommy completely destroy his opponent. You loved going out to see him fight. Loved the adrenaline and the satisfaction when Tommy won, making him less timid, a little more rowdy and confident, a little more touchy and feely.

You've kind of given up on the whole moving on thing, even if it was driving you up a wall.

Tommy had just won, and you were eagerly waiting to congratulate him, excited to hug him freely, without him wondering why you were hugging him to begin with. And maybe to hold on a little tighter. Maybe to allow your hands to rove a little more freely.

Hey, was it not a night for celebration?

A man started to chat you up. You smiled patiently and gave some noncommittal grunts and affirmations as you continued to scan the crowd, looking for the familiar mass of Tommy, all hard edges and bulk. You were bouncing on the balls of your feet.

The guy moved closer, making a joke you didn't really hear. You laughed, your eyes darting and searching.

"You look beautiful by the way. I saw you watching the fight, crazy that you're into this stuff. Not a lot of women I know cheer like that."

You finally glance over to the man, but quickly get back to standing on your tip toes, looking above heads.

He doesn't even look that bad, and it's obvious he wants to get your number. He's just not the man you want chat with, and definitely not tonight. Not on a night that Tommy just won, and a night he'll want to come over to yours, joking and teasing, touching you much more confidently than he normally would. Falling asleep much more easier with his head on your lap.

You tamp down a smile. You wouldn't want this guy to get the wrong idea.

"You know, there's a really good Thai place down the road- Ah, fuck, watch it buddy. Can you not look where you're go-" You hear the man choke off the sentence, trying not to smile as you imagine the other guy. probably a lot bigger than he is. Wouldn't want to completely ruin his night by laughing at the guy.

"Fuuck me, buddy, sorry. I did not know who I was talking to." You could hear the man swallow. "Hey, I think you did great in the ring tonight, real good job of... Knocking that guy out. With one punch."

You whirled around, smiling so wide you felt the strain on your cheeks. There was only one guy who did that tonight.

Sure enough, Tommy was standing there. He had put on a shirt and took his gloves off, but he was still sweaty and breathing hard. He completely stanced up, like he is in the ring, and his expression was-

Well, you chalked it up to the testosterone flowing freely through the place. Probably just mad that he ran into another dude.

It still didn't stop you from running and jumping directly on him, arms coming up to wrap around his neck, legs completely circling his torso. You giggled into his neck, exclaiming how proud you were of him, how good he looked out there, completely stroking his ego, but not caring at the moment.

You felt his arms immediately span your back, feeling like his hands where trying to be everywhere at once. That was new. That was new and you couldn't say you hated it.

What you didn't see was the look on Tommy's face. The cold calm of someone who just threw a punch so hard at a man who was bigger and faster than him and shut his shit down. Directed at another man, much slower and smaller in comparison.

You didn't see the stranger's face pale, but you distantly heard the sound of chairs clatter to the ground as he turned tail.

Five years of pining (not so) quietly for Tommy, the man you had fallen in love with, but without a doubt did not love you back.

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Tommy knew without a doubt that he loved you.

All those years back in fourth grade, when he let it slip that his favorite snack was those crackers with the cheese filling, and you showed up with a whole pack of them to share, smiling this big goofy grin with your beautiful eyes and warm presence.

God how could he not.

The problem was how he was supposed to convince you to like him back. Him, Tommy, who fought most of his way through high school, who didn't like to get too close to people, who didn't like eye contact or conversation that ran too long or too forced. Who loved you though.

And who was very annoyed at the boy flirting with his girl.

It never failed to make Tommy's blood boil. He knew he had no right, because for one, he spent five years doing his damned best to break up every chance at you leaving him.

Just until you guys turn 35, right Tommy boy? You can probably keep that up.

Tommy breathed in a shuttering breath.

He just wanted to buy you your favorite drink at your favorite café. That's all he wanted to do. And maybe find and excuse to hold your hand without burning up from the embarrassment of actually having feelings (can you imagine?).

But of course, some dick-head always noticed how beautiful or kind or warm you were, and had to take their shot.

Well, Tommy was fucking sick of it.

Tommy thought of all the times, and there were a lot of times, when he had to step in and derail the situation. He knew this would be the last time. He had to do this, get rid of the unrelenting ache he felt while going to sleep, looking at you, thinking about you.

Tommy moved toward the you and the man you were talking to like he was entering the ring. With the mindset that he could get totally and irreversibly hurt, but he was gonna fight to the bloody end beforehand.

"Do you need directions?" Tommy asked as he slid up behind you, closer than he would have ever before. He felt your confusion even if he couldn't see your face.

"What?" The man was just as quizzical.

"Oh, I was just asking if you needed directions or if you could get lost on your own." Tommy raised his eyebrows, setting his hand on your hip, trying not to think about the many, many questions you'd have about that.

The man thought about arguing, but then he really looked at Tommy. Looked at you, then back to Tommy. Decided he didn't want to bleed tonight, and huffed out an angry sound.

You at least waited until he was out of ear shot before whirling on him.

"What. What was that?"

"Ok, I know what your probably thinking-"

"That you're out of your mind Tommy?! Are you kidding me right now? 'Get lost?' Get outta here with that shit, what was that?"

The two of you were pretty far back in the shop, but he still lowered his voice to make sure no one was bothered.

"Ok, yes, you're mad, I can see that-"

"Oooooh well I'm glad you can see that Tommy." You felt your face start to turn red, feeling exhausted and confused. "Explain. Explain to me Tommy, that every time a guy wants to have a nice, civil, God forbid, flirtatious conversation with me, he high tails it out of there just as fast, Tommy, explain."

Tommy felt an expanding ache somewhere behind his left eye.

"Ok. Ok I'm gonna say something stupid-"

"You always say something stupid, stupid-"

"Can you just. Can you let me finish." Tommy felt exasperated and a little insane. He was about to confess in a coffee shop to the girl he loved and things would never be the same again because she was about to leave, but fuck it if he wasn't at a boiling point.

"Ok. You know how we made a deal?" You looked at him, raising your eyebrows.

"About who could spray the most whipped cream in their mouth? Yeah it's me, it'll always be me. So you got so mad you're trying to, what, make sure I die alone, I don't..."

"What? No can you not, can you focus right now?" Tommy's palms were starting to sweat and he clenched his eyes shut tight. He breathed in and let it back out in one harsh huff. "When we were seventeen-"

"Seventeen?"

"When we were seventeen you said that if we weren't married by the time we were 35, that we should marry each other." He watched as your eyes widened and your face warmed a little. "Well, the deals off. I'm not doing it any more."

Tommy wasn't sure what to expect, but the flash of utter pain that tore across your face was not it. You stepped back, looked like you were about to bolt, your eyes wild. You tried to pull yourself together but it was really hard to breathe. No matter how many times you tried to prepare yourself for this day, you could have never imagined how it actually almost brought you know to your knees.

"So. Here's the new deal. If in like, five minutes, you're still single, and I'm still single..." Tommy swallowed hard, licking his lips. "We should just." His eyes darted to your lips.

You froze. Tommy caught his lush lower lip in between his teeth. He'd never been more nervous his entire life. So nervous for the inevitable laugh, the pity laced rejection, because really, it was one thing to be friends with a shy awkward boxer, but another to look at him and think, 'yeah, that'll do.'

Tommy had approximately five seconds to wallow in self deprecation and pure terror before he had a handful of you, and something that suspiciously felt like lips on his lips. But that's funny, because he's almost positive that that's not the case.

Then he felt your tongue swipe his lip and decided he cared fuck all and proceeded to get lost in you, your breaths, God he could feel, taste, your breath as you both got consumed by each other.

Someone coughed disapprovingly your way. The two of you broke apart, panting slightly.

"Ok, ok please don't. I really don't want you to hit me but I'm really fucking dense, right, and I just have to ask, you did that because you. You like like me- OW I said I didn't want you to hit me!"

You felt yourself laughing, felt your never ending ache subside and your love sky rocket.

"Oh, you're an idiot," You pecked his lips, he tried to catch your mouth fully but failed. "You are such and idiot- Oh my God we're both idiots holy- Hey. Hey, you, you've been. Have you been sabotaging-"

"Did you hear that?" Tommy tilted his head and looked toward the ceiling. "Ope- oh yeah. No. yeah, that's for sure the sound of-" He cut off, dropping his serious expression, grinning as he leaned down and kissed your mouth again, this time taking your words and any objections, affectively cutting off any questions that would leave him looking stupid.

You two would need to sit down, to talk about how you've felt all these years, how you were both so stupid that you both refused to confess to each other.

But for now, you lost yourself in the taste of Tommy, and the heady feeling of someone you've loved for seemingly forever, loving you back.

Real Quick: Would you be mad if in the next fics I write I called this man Tomithy? Asking for a friend.

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mysterylover123 · 3 years

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Mysterylover watches Bleach episodes 243-244 "Goofball Hime Returns!"

1. NEW OP! The highlights of this one include a look at our stylishly dressed and sexy new cast of villains, and a hero lineup that includes a badass Orihime wielding some kind of weapon. Sadly, none of the Soul Reaper characters. I'm sure they'll return eventually, but I guess this is the Humans Only arc.

2. OOH, Ichi reveals there's been a time skip and he's now a senior! And Hime and Chad revealed to everyone that Ichi's a superhero, so no more secret identity crap. Except he doesn't have a secret id anymore. OK...

3. OOH and Ichi's sisters are getting powers now! Cool, are they gonna fight this arc? AND IS THAT TATSUKI WHAT'S UP WITH YOUR HAIR GIRL?!

4. Ooh and Uryuu's back in focus since he's the only one with powers left. And Ichi's missing Rukia, who - DAMMIT - hasn't showed up to visit her other human friends. Seriously Ruki?

5. OOH and we're dealing with high school stuff. And Ichigo gets good grades? I didn't know that. So he's not the classic, bottom of the class Shonen hero IQ? COOL.

6. "I'm enjoying my quiet retirement" Ichi basically says. Oh damn dude you know that's an invite to IMMEDIATELY have it ripped apart. In film speak that's like saying "DESTROY ME PLOT"

7. And Ichi's still a tough badass, even without superpowers, so he beats up a purse snatcher like the superhero he is. THAT'S OUR ICHI.

8. Though apparently the guy whose purse he saved is evil or something. DAMMIT PLOT HE HAD 3 DAYS LEFT TILL RETIREMENT

9. Tatsuki has a part time job at the dojo! And OOH YES THERE'S MY GIRL FINALLY!! ORIHIME, who struts down the hall like a goddess who everone she passes immediately falls for. And she's got longer hair and she comes in by rolling down a pole!! Tatsuki reprimands her.

10. OMG TATSUHIME IS BACK AND BETTER THAN EVER. And Ichigo is officially attempting to join their OT3. I legit enjoy all 3 corners of this trio now.

11. ORIHIME IS GETTING TO BE WHACKY AND ECCENTRIC AGAIN. I've missed eccentric Orihime, she's been through so much crap recently we haven't gotten to see her goofing around. And Ichi highlights that her "eyes now look like #3". LOL THIS IS HILARIOUS I LOVE IT.

12. "boss" So Ichigo has a job? And he immediately gets fired. Or quits. And then a gigantic thug team shows up to...threaten him? URYUU SHOWS UP TO THREATEN THEM LIKE A BAMF.

13. And it appears our new villains' boss is a sexy maid. NOICE. And Ichi and Uryuu are bickering about how to handle the thugs in 244. (just kiss already). OOH URYUU IS CLASS REP? I DIDN'T KNOW THAT.

14. This really is my week for shipping Shonen heroes with their glasses clad, class rep BFFs.

15. And they get beaten up by a BAMF SEXY LADY WHO IS ICHIGO'S NEW BOSS OMG I'M IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT WHO ARE YOU SEXY BOSS LADY?! YOU REMIND ME OF IZUMI CURTIS.

16. So we meet Ichigo's boss and determine what his job is. It is very strange. His boss apparently has kids and she is able to flop from sexy badass to loving mom in an instant. I LOVE HER.

17. HER NAME IS IKUMI? Screw I'm just calling her Izumi. THIS IS WHAT COMES OF BINGING FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST AGAIN. Everyone is FMA.

18. YAY BACK TO ORIHIME. "Hey did someone kidnap Ichigo? Do I have to go rescue him?" "Nope just his boss" "Yeah that sounds like Ichigo. Always surrounded by weirdos like you and me."

19. Hime apparently has a 6th Ichigo sense. And Hime has a part time job?! OMG LETS SEE HOW SEXY AND WEIRD HER BOSS IS. Anyway Uryu''s got a stalker apparently.

20. Anyway Ichigo's getting hired to track down his own dad apparently? And Karin is training with Urahara. And she's resolved to protecc her big brother. NOICE. This arc needs to end with all the lady BAMFS lining up to kick some ass.

21. Some shit's gonna go down that'll threaten Ichi's family and our new mullet-haired villain or whatever he is warns him.

22. Orihime comes by his window with bread and is now in Ichi's room feeling awkward. "LOL HIME YOU'VE BEEN HERE BEFORE" says Ichi. Oh, do tell? Also Hime and Ichi are now comfortable bickering a little, which is definitely making me ship them hard.

23. Hime asks if he's being stalked. And Ichi tells her it's ok that she's so inquisitive. Uryu is stalking them and annoyed apparently that Hime is stealing his boyfriend. Then follows our new villain stalker off to see what's up. AND OMG URYU DON'T BE DEAD!!

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thepigeonsopinion · 2 years

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Damn, what is this the third spoiler this week?

So, the "Gabriel Agreste" trailer AND synopsis of the episode just came out recently and as alway we're here to talk about my inner opinions (and maybe some theories along the way) of the episode.

If you've haven't seen/read the synopsis here it is:

"Nathaniel and Marc have a plan for Marinette to declare her feelings to Adrien. They sat it up at school, where Adrien is free of his father's control. But Chloe films their meeting and threatens to reveal everything to Gabriel, who would forbid Adrien to go back to school. Chloe will spend the evening at Gabriel's, where Marinette cannot enter. But Nath and Marc's imagination is limitless, and Marinette, disguised as a waitress, sneaks into the Agreste home... where a supervillian is also crashing the party. Will Ladybug save the soiree?"

So as you can see, this episode is just going to be another episode where I'm going to be so pissed. Not to mention that the trailer, is already giving me dramatic vibes (with chloe kicking a whole ass door down). Let's just dive into it, I guess!

First of all, let's talk about the one main upside of the episode, the Marcthaniel moment! They look so cute, and the fact that they did something together for Marinette is so cute! (even if the thing they came up with is to push Marinette to Adrien even more heheheehe... :,)). The first scene in the trailer shows a table with many masks on top of it, I wonder what the significance of the masks are to the episode because no one at the party is wearing them so I wonder...

AnYwAy! The fact that Thomas Astruc is making Chloe do stuff that would deem her nonredeemable is just sad in my opinion. Because in the first few seasons it seemed she could be redeemed (she even avoided being akumatized again) but now, with everything that happened in season 4, it does not seem possible anymore. It just so sad because she could've had so much potential. Now, don't get me wrong I still don't like how Chloe acts and how she treats other characters in the show, but all I'm saying is that her character could've had a better role in season 4 other that stereo typical bully *(plus the chaos that is happening in this trailer ALONE.)

Okay, now let's dive into the family drama between Felix and Gabriel! As we all know Gabriel's and Felix's relationship isn't a friendly one and it's definitely more prominent in the episode with the stink eye they give each other (probably because Felix stole the ring from Gabriel)((wait I just realized that if Felix didn't steal the ring from Gabriel we wouldn't have found out that Adrien is a sentimonster because the ring that Emilie had was obviously the object to control the sentimonster/Adrien. So, if Felix didn't steal that ring Adrien would've been able to have more freedom of choice :0) Also, I believe that this is the episode that Felix finds out that Gabriel is Shadowmoth and whether he plans on using that information against Gabriel or just keep it to himself is up to him ( but I believe that Felix is just going to keep it to himself.)

Wait a second did Gabriel make a sentimonster version of himself or at least his akumatized self (I forgot the akuma's name :p). Also not the fact that even after all the things that boi has done he still being saved T3T. Wait, of Marinette is supposed to be "disgused as a waitress" why the heck is she wearing a mustache. Well, I guess no one would recognize her with that disguise (maybe Kagami would find out?). Also, I bet that Marinette will not be able to confess to Adrien I mean, if this show has taught me anything is that anything that has to do with the LS now is probably end in one in two ways. One being that it just doesn't work out and Marinette fails to confess properly to Adrien (aka the way she wants to) or Adrien just misunderstands the whole thing and thinks that Marinette is being "good friend". Two being that they pull an "Oblivio" and forget the whole thing even happened.

Not to mention, we love Kagami trying to fight on her own! Yess, Queen! (btw I am starting to love Kagami even more because of her ability to be independent :)). Even if punching the book straight ahead was kinda stupid T3T. Still, you go girl!

I know the only reason that Felix smiles at the painting is because it looks like his mother, but like it be kinda suspicious though. Not that Gabriel arriving at the exact moment Felix was to press the buttons to open the "gateway" to the butterfly basement is not suspicious. (Also, I just realized that maybe Emilie when she created Adrien ((if the theory that Adrien is a sentimoneter is correct.)) she probably based it off of Felix, which is why they look so similar :0)

I just realized that we don't know why their's a party at the Agreste household. Eh, it's probably for Gabriel Agreste's 100th collection.

And with that, the trailer is done!

All in all, just with the trailer and the synopsis of the episode I can already tell that I will be very annoyed and intrigued by the episode. The one half being that there is going to be a part of the episode that will be cliche as heck, which is code for Marinette and her friends making a plan for her to confess her "undying love" for AdRieN and fail miserably in the end, which is no doubt going to annoy the heck out of me. And the other half being the drama in the Agreste household and the theory that Felix may find out that Gabriel is Shadowmoth, which will no doubt intrigue the heck out of me. But, in the end I can't wait for my questions and theories to be answered.

Anyway! That has been my whole rant about the new released synopsis and I still stand with my opinion. I hope everyone has a great rest of their day or morning(?) (Because I'm doing this at like 3:00 in the morning :0) and as always remember...

But that's just my opinion (・ε・)

(I swear if this episode gets released this weekend I will be so freaking pissed, mainly because this show just doesn't give us a minute to recover from an episode, especially with the fact that the last episode had so many things to unpack :p)

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