#but the year under us was a MESS. but im not sure if they ever got told about the tradition or not
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Why are the theatre/film schools like that? 💀💀💀
In mine most profs were complete idiots. One of them, a well know actor and the president of the Academy at that time, did absolutely nothing in class. He bailed most of the time due to “shootings” and the few days he came we practically did nothing, just some chats with him about his job. To grade us he asked us to write in a paper what we thought we deserved. I kid you not.
Another one, who was a tv producer, was most likely very mentally ill and undiagnosed cause he would have the most random shitty ideas that we had to comply with and a lot of mood-swings. The day of the final exam he came 40 mins late because he was smoking week in front of the back door and then proceeded to give us the weirdest exam ever that kept us a minimum of 3 hours there. We had to make a plan of how to shoot an event and he kept adding snipers, famous people and animals to the mix.
There was one that I deeply hated cause we had 3 classes with him that were practically the same. He was more on the sociology side but did not know at all how to be a professor. His classes consisted of spiting facts and giving 10+ random bibliography per day. I learned nothing and I still have murderous waves every time someone mentions his name.
There was a couple who were married and had the sane vibe of old and way to classical. They were harmless until the end, when we learned that they blocked A LOT OF THINGS to make the space and curriculum better. Like, requesting funding to take a paid intern for their research lab of 3d shit, choosing the one (a friend of mine), signing the contract and then NEVER DO ANYTHING NOR SPEAK WITH THE CHOSEN PERSON. She had to go crying to the dean for a response and even then they were not held accountable. The school employed her as a paid intern in another department to make up for it but the rest never got resolved.
Other profs were alright, just very weird characters. The screenwriter prof was a very funny man but deeply depressed and had us all worried at first hour on Mondays (his Very Bad Day).
And on top of that was The Building™️. You see, ours was made by a very famous architect and it won several awards. Every couple of weeks we had someone taking photos of it. However, it’s the most impractical building ever because it was built as at a museum and not a school. The chairs are absolutely demential. So uncomfortable and very easily breakable BUT they cannot be replaced until 20-30 years from now because they signed a contract with the architect that said so. There is one (or two if your lucky) power plug per class but millions on the corridors. The bathrooms stalls are so narrow that if you want to enter with a bag/backpack you cannot close the door. In fact, some of those doors barely close without anyone inside. The editing rooms have gigantic windows where you cannot block the light so you can’t see shit on the computers. Well, windows are a thing in general. Classrooms have them but only one of them can be open partially with a button and let me tell you it does not help to ventilate properly 🙊. And the doors, boi, most of them had the handle broken so someone was always at risk of getting trapped there. You taught that they would fix this but it’s been more than 6 years since I finished and it’s still the same. There’s a twitter account that posts the shenanigans that are going on and most shit is the same.
So yeah, wild shit is always happening I guess 🤷🏻♀️
✨🎥 anon
literally all film/theatre schools are same shit different channel slkdfjsldkjflskdjflskdjflsdjflsdkjf oh i feel you for all of this. most of our profs did actually know what they were talking about thank god, but a lot of them were old bastions and hadn't worked professionally in AGES so they were sooooo out of date to how the scene actually operated in the modern era. we had a couple of real characters and one of which was the director for my thesis show, who was five foot zero inches and thin as a twig, wore leather pants frequently and called everyone 'lovey'. and like i previously said, was somewhere between 65 and 85 and nobody could tell bc she occasionally went to switzerland to have some crazy type of botox done to her face. we did have potentially maybe two sexual abusers?? i never got confirmation on any of it bc it was kept sooo tightly under wraps but in one case i'm not sure if there was any evidence brought forward (he was just a regular abuser though, that guy fucking SUCKED), and the other guy i only found out about from a former student bc the whole thing got swept under the rug bc his wife ALSO worked in the department. also the whole staff was like. so racist. the year after i left one of the shows that went up to committee for season suggestion was a show written in the 70s that had a bunch of racial slurs in it (and no people of colour in the script) and almost the entire student body put a petition up to remove it from selection but the director wouldn't stand down so they did it anyways 💀💀💀 i was fucking glad i was out of that hellhole by that time.
and oh my god the building architecture.....never before have i been so glad that there's no famous architects from anywhere near my hometown bc fuckin YIKES. we had a designated separate building from the rest of campus that was built in the 80s specifically for the theatre department, so we rarely left bc all the rehearsal rooms + class rooms were all in there with the theatres. and almost no non-theatre students came in bc there was only one 'theatre' class that a non-registered theatre major could take, and that was a public speaking class, so every time that class happened once a week we'd all give eyeballs to the lost looking business and sciences majors coming in. also there were signs on like every door that said 'no non theatre personnel beyond this point' (bc the building also had the box office and held audiences for when the shows were running) so anyone who was lost always looked extra lost. plus the whole thing was a huge maze bc there were upper level catwalks and corridors that connected the grid + fly systems between the two theatres, so the techies sometimes would go up to the upper levels and not come down for the entire day.
oh and there was a tradition where if you had sex in the building you would mark the spot with a black 'x'. in my first year we did a show with a big coffin as one of the setpieces and on one of the last nights of the run two of the actors fucked in it
#i literally do not know why they did bc it was not a nice plush coffin. it was literally a plain wood box#and there were a TON of wood shavings inside it so i know someone got splinters in their ass#someone also had sex in the upper level of the costume loft and i have no idea y bc 1) dusty 2) mothballs 3) the floor was a fucking GRATE#OH and two actors fucked on the upper level of the fly tower WHILE a bunch of ppl were still in the theatre. that was funny#i dont actually think this happens anymore it fell a bit out of vogue in my fourth year bc as a year we were so fucking boring#and when i say boring i mean we all were very dedicated to working and were not big partiers#but the year under us was a MESS. but im not sure if they ever got told about the tradition or not#its so nice to know that performing arts schools are always the same no matter what country theyre in lskdjflks#im literally in shock at the one about the three hour exam like what the fuck...?????????? huh?? what????????#thank fucking god we only had tests in our theatre history classes holy shit#moral of the story: DO NOT GO TO THEATRE SCHOOL#text#answers#non kpop questions#✨🎥 anon
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I'd love it if our cat with IBS would stop shitting anywhere she can and JUST USE THE DAMN LITTER BOX! Theres FIVE in this fucking house and they're all clean! Some have lids, some don't, one is super low to the ground, they're upstairs and downstairs, in different rooms, one hasnt moved in 20 years so it's not like she cant find it, there is no fucking excuse!!
And every article I look up ab this is like UwU well if they shit on carpet put carpet in their litter box, if it's on bedding put old blankets in the box
Like 1.) That's fucking disgusting and 2.) I'd like NOT to encourage her to shit on those surfaces bc I KNOW she would just see that as a green light to shit on them and 3.) Not the only cat here dont want the other one to get that idea that soft = litterbox and finally 4.) She still pees in the box and occasionally when she feels like it will shit in the box so it's not like shes avoiding the box, she just decides that it's faster to shit where she is and I'd like that NOT to continue
—__— I'm at my limit man
#this has been going on for 3 years btw and we thought the trigger was her brother passing away but then it still kept happening after a#year of us trying to get her to use the box and finally after 2 years she got put on meds and diagnosed with IBS and shes on special food#but she will just shit WHEREVER (especially moms bed. my room is gated off for this reason. which i feel bad ab bc her sister#loves to sleep under my bed but i cant leave the gate open a crack bc shes bigger than the shit monster so she just#has her own bed in moms room gagdgdgd) and like she's shit on the back of a chair once like think of a gaming chair THAT#we've tried so much to get her to stop and im seriously at my limit man#like i know that when you gotta go you gotta go but she 100% has time to get up and get to the box she just doesnt#we've tried pheromones and anti anxiety pills (she did bad on that) and praise vs yelling nothing fucking works!#ill prob delete this im just AUGH#and shes super food obsessed and will CONSTANTLY try to get people food and its like motherfucker that will make you shit in 0.5 sec no go#away the fucking WORST is that her poop smells so vile and it's like okay cool guess i cant ever bring company home bc i gotta make sure#my house doesnt smell like shit and i cant light a candle and clean up your mess fast enough#like oh sorry you need to wait here for 5 min ill be back :)#and i know shes not doing this on purpose to piss us off but after 3 years of this every fucking goddamn day you get angry sometimes#marquilla
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Another 18+ scenario of San because i can't stop thinking of him and his huge chest.
smut, angst
Jealous/angry San: hard, rough sex
You entered into San's dorm, which he shared with his bestfriends, during the university year. He wasn't there, and you knew it, because he had one other class before the school day would finish. You looked around, searching for someone to talk with, when you noticed Mingi was laying on the couch, watching his phone. You saw his eyes staring at your body through the corner of his phone, it was quite understandable, given the length of your miniskirt, showing completely off your legs. Something went wrong in your head, and a sudden thought of you sitting on him, flowed in your mind.
"Hi Mingi! What are you watching??"
"Uhm... a f-film." he couldn't stop looking at your exposed skin, at the revealing tank top you were wearing, all for teasing him and his friends.
"Can i join you?" you asked, approaching him with an innocent smile, while taking off your shoes.
"S-sure." he only could respond, he knew what was your purpose, and he also knew it was completely wrong. But you wanted just to watch a film, right? He couldn't refuse, so you instantly sat next to him, your left hand resting on his tight. After some minutes, knowing that San would come back soon, you choose to make things a mess, like you were doing for some days:
"Min, i can't see clearly, can i sit on your lap?" you asked looking at him with your puppy eyes.
"Uhm... i dont think it's a good idea..." his nervousness growing under his oversized sweatshirt.
"Pleaaaseee Min" you begged him, already moving on top of him. You could feel heartbeat speeding up, so you layed your back against his chest. The film was catchy, but your focus was only on the face San would have seeing you like that. You started to rub yourself against Mingi's lap, and you could immediately feel his boner growing harder, under your panties.
And it was when, you heard the door closing, and saw a strong figure staring at you: San.
"H-hi bro..." Mingi's face was red for the embarrassment (and for how hard you made him "involuntarily")
"Hi Sannie!" on the contrary, you smiled as if nothing was happening.
"My room. Now." was the only thing your boyfriend replied, and a smirk was placed on your face once you were following him.
He shutted the door behind him, angry. The look in his eyes was intimidating, you could tell he was really upset.
"Tell me, kitten. Why the fuck do you keep teasing the others?" he said with a strange calmness.
"San- i-" you tried to say something, despite you perfectly knew he was not expecting an answer.
"Wanna behave like a slut, huh?"
You always thought your boyfriend was a calm and kindhearted person, so much that you questioned yourself if he would ever get upset with you. That's how you started to slightly tease his bestfriends, and see if he'd get jealous, and oh yes, he really would, but that stupid little joke turned in a serious way, when he decided that you had reached the limit.
"You like to rub yourself against Mingi's cock, with that little slutty skirt of yours, huh?"
"No please- i didn't mean-" you immediately felt scared, realizing that you maybe had exaggerated.
"You know you got him so hard, do you?"
"San, im so-" you got goosebumps, as he grabbed your hips with one hand, squeezing them with his fingers, so desperately that it would probably leave bruises on your skin.
"Shut up, i better mark you as mine, right?" He walked a few steps towards you, and placed his index finger under your chin, forcing you to look at him. But the only thing you could do was staring at the floor, too embarrassed to even see his mad face, you were used to a sweet San, who cuddled and praised you everytime he could, his angry look, was now seriously scaring you.
"Fucking look at me, what? Now you feel guilty?"
"Y-yes..." was the only thing that escaped from your mouth, you were trembling under his stare.
"Oh we'll see if i should forgive you, take your clothes off."
"But...Mingi-"
"Huh? What? you want him to join? You'd like to be fucked like him, yeah?"
"No i didn't mean that-"
"It seems like, seeing you behaving like a whore."
Tears started to fall from your eyes, you've never seen him like this, making you realize you've really messed up. You wanted to apologize but you knew he wouldn't forgive you, not until he could hear you screaming for him. San grabbed your hips with both of his hands, and threw you on his bed with force. His look was cold, like he didn't feel anything for you now, he was extremely upset, and you could tell it.
"I said, clothes off. Want me to call one of my friends to do it for you? You little slut."
"N-no, i can do it myself." you almost choked with your saliva, panicking by the thought he hated you by now. You got immediately naked, under his gaze.
"Spread your legs."
"Yes d-daddy-" when you called him like that he used to like that, so you thought it would somehow help his angst.
"Dont call me like this." He said before lefting the bedroom. When he came back, behind him was standing another person: Mingi. You gasped and instantly tried to cover yourself with your arms. San chuckled:
"What? Never seen a slut being shy for her naked body."
"San- i really-"
"He'll watch. If that's what you really want, he will see how much of a whore you can be, maybe you'll learn something."
"Uhm... San i dont think i should watch-" Mingi said, hesitant.
"Yes. You should." San replied, making him sit on the armchair, in front of the bed.
You eyes were now red from how many tears have fallen from your eyes. You barely cared about Mingi's presence, what you really wanted now, was your sweet San.
"Please im sorry San..."
"i'll forgive you once you'll be completely emptied from your cum." he started to untie his belt, and dragged down his jeans.
"San. Mingi has nothing to do with it, let him go." You tried to look more serious, hoping you'd convince him. In facts, he turned back and looked at Mingi. San rolled back his eyes, sighing:
"Okey, leave."
Mingi instantly stood up and left you two alone. San got closer to you, his face a few inches from yours, you could feel his deep breaths against your skin.
"If i fuck you mercilessly, you'll learn your mine, right?" he took your neck in his hands, squeezing it slightly.
You nodded, preparing yourself. He sat on the bed behind you, and dragged his hands down on your body, until they reached your clit. He whispered in your ear:
"One orgasm for each day you kept flirting with my friends, this is for Tuesday." he suddenly slided three of his fingers inside your pussy, pounding them into you relentlessly. His other hand keeping your leg still, while the tip of his fingers were touching your g-spot at every thrust.
"Come on, i know you'd like to moan, don't you? Fucking scream for how much you enjoy to be fucked."
The only thing you could do now was obeying, he had you, he owned you. You groan extremely loud, when he sped up his pace even more, his fingers rubbing against every single part of your walls.
"That's it, that sounds exactly like a slut."
"Please- San- im c-close-" you kept moaning, your body started to shake by the immense pleasure: he has never touched you like this.
"Already? That's so humiliating, how sensitive your pussy is." He placed his other hand on your clit, moving his fingers in a circular motion, harshly. Your pussy clenched intensely around his fingers as you felt your first orgasm coming. And in no time, you completely wetted San's hand. You've never released so much cum in your entire life, and it felt incredibly good.
"I should clean this mess up." he said, and moved in front of you, on his knees, his eyes facing your throbbing pussy.
"W-wednesday?" you trembled, knowing you probably couldn't take again all of that pleasure, since you still had to get off of your recent high.
"That's it." His lips were now placed on your clit, kissing and sucking it. Then he licked your walls with his warm tongue, sliding it inside you a few times. You arched your back, your eyes shutted as you tried to ignore all the pleasure that was taking the control of your body, you couldn't stop shaking, your fingers gripping the fabric of the blankets, desperately.
"So fucking wet, all because of me, right?" he asked you. Despite you were too fucked out to respond.
"Right?" he repeated, squeezing your pussy with his fingers.
"Y-yeah! F-fuck-" you choked.
He looked at you, smirking. His tongue was now rubbing against your folds relentlessly, licking them like it was his last meal, the tip of his nose pressing against your clit. His hands were keeping your legs opened widely. You were already reaching your climax again, so quickly that it was embarrassing. You couldn't help but scream his name:
"San! San- please! Im yours-"
He groaned, and let his fingers pleasuring you.
"Don't try to escape it like this. You have 2 days left." he said, before you squirted on his face, exhausted. He licked his lips, tasting it, and took his remaining clothes off. His dick was standing straight, his tip red, thick and pulsing for how hard he was.
"Doggy style." obviously, he loved seeing your ass slapping against his hips, everytime he fucked you. You immediately placed yourself on your hands and knees, barely standing, because of the tiredness. He didn't wait before taking his dick inside of you, already thrusting in you deeply.
"Thursday."
A couple of minutes passed, before you felt your walls pulsing and clenching way too much around his dick, warning him you were hitting your orgasm once again. God, poor Mingi, the amount of screams and groans he was forced to hear, it definitely seemed like a pornographic film stage.
San's thrusts became sloppy and messy, segnaling he was close too.
"Gonna fill this pussy with my cum, and you'll take all of it." he said, before releasing inside of you, until his cum was sliding out of your folds. You layed your chest on the bed, too tired and fucked out, that you couldn't even think concretely.
"i-i can't-" you tried to murmur.
"Oh yeah, you can. You'll regret what you did to Mingi."
"s-sorry. i'm s-sorry."
"I know, i know. Just take it one more time, ok baby?"
Baby, that fucking word convinced you.
You tried to nod, turning yourself so you could face him. He looked at you, his stare was now more relaxed, and less angry, which it made you cheer up a bit.
"Good. I give you some seconds before the next round."
He layed on the bed, beside you, looking at you. His hand was resting on your tummy.
"Why did you do it?" he asked, with a sad tone.
"T-that was stupid, im sorry..."
"I asked you why."
"B-because you were just too kind, was thinking if you would ever get angry with me."
"Why would i? you're perfect."
You turned your head, looking at him, tearing.
"Im so sorry San, i swear i only want you."
He got closer to your ear, and whispered:
"I know it, i'll try to be more gentle now. Okey?"
He said, before sliding his cock inside of you again. He threw his head back for the amount pleasure, and moaned your name.
"You're so weird y/n... but i still love you."
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i highly recommend this song, don't know.. it's just sooo good and they need more recognition :/
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DARE. MATT STURNIOLO
part 2
matt x fem!reader
a harmless prank wont hurt right?
warnings- use of y/n, swearing, smut, high matt, p in v, weed.
matt’s pov
I stood outside shuffling through my keys trying to get to the house key. i walked in to hear chris, nick, and nate all in the living room taking turns to play ‘mario carts’.
“yo, how’d it go? did you guys fuck?” chris asks
“no, but she thinks i like her” i respond as i sit beside him
“bro, you know what would make the prank even better? you should text her” chris says
“i’ll try” i say as i get up
as im heading upstairs i cant help to smile from how good the prank is going. i grab my phone from my pocket and text her, mostly the only time i did text her was when i started getting f’s in junior year of high school and need the homework answers.
Me: Hey. I had a good time with you today!
Y/n: yeah! it was fun
Me: Do you wanna smoke weed? my brothers are getting on my nerves and i need a distraction.
Y/n: yeah! sure
Me: K, pick you up in 10
y/n pov
the next hour moved painfully slow. This is either because im waiting to see matt or because im waiting for weed.
matt and i have never talked about anything other than him asking for homework answers or just him messing with me in general.
while i wait i put on a blue oversized zip up and black cargo pants. i get a text from matt saying he’s outside my apartment.
Matt: Im here!
Me: okay, give me a minute to get outside
Matt: No, i mean im at your front door.
i get a knock on the door. i run to open the door.
“matt!!” i say as i hug him
“hii” he says while laughing
“i dont think anyone has ever been that excited to see me” he added
i chuckle as we are on our way to the car.
“so where are we going?” i ask
“my house” he replys
“okay” i say
matt starts holding my hand. i smile as he looks at me.
“why are you smiling?” he says while laughing
“no reason” i shrug
15 minutes later
we pull in to his drive way and he gets out the car to open my door.
“thank you!” i say
“yeah of course” he replies
as we enter the house i can see his brothers stare at us walk up to his room.
Matt digs his hand into the pocket of his pants. “here” he says as he pulls out a bag.
“thank you” i smile, giving him a kiss before sitting down on the floor.
“thats all i get?” he frowns
“yeah, for now! come smoke this weed with me”.
matt follows me and sits beside me against a wall.
“want me to roll it” he offers as he watches me fail
“mhm” i hum
me and matt have smoked together a couple times before but we haven’t done it in a couple weeks.
“can you pass me a lighter?” matt asks.
i pass him the lighter while i continue to watch him.
he turns his body facing me. “open your mouth”
i do as he says, sucking on his thumb as he uses it to seal the joint shut.
he holds the joint against my lips, and i take it between them, letting him light the other end.
i inhale the smoke entering my mouth.
before i can let out the smoke, he lifts my chin up and kisses me. as my mouth is partly open. the smoke goes in between our mouths.
he smiles at me.
i hold the joint in front his face, letting him grab it with his mouth and take it between his fingers.
“your so beautiful ma” matt says
“thank you” i say as he hands the joint back to me
after a few minutes of silence i decide to ask him a question
“do you like me?” i ask him
“yes, do you?” he replies
“yeah” i say
“come here, ma” he demands
i sit on his lap and he kisses me, after making out for god knows how long he stops and smothers me with wet kisses.
“matt. i need you” i whisper
“i know, i know” he says
matt carry’s me to the bed.
We make out for some time. i lost track of it. i don’t even know if this is the weed or if its just me. my hips aimlessly lift up to find something to create some sort of friction.
what are we doing? im kissing the person i “hated” for 9 years.
we continue making out on the bed as he takes his shirt off, his hands slide to the bare skin under my shirt, with out a second though i take my shirt off completely forgetting i don’t have a bra on
“fuck, your so pretty”
he softly kisses my chest, flicking his tongue over my nipples before sucking them.
he slowly starts unbuttoning his jeans and pulls them down only leaving him with boxers. he slowly starts taking them off.
he pulls my pants and underwear off all together.
“wet for me already?” he says
“matt, please” i whisper
“i know, i know” he says before putting my legs over his shoulders and pushing inside of me.
i grip onto a pillow as my body adjusts to his size. matt gasps in pleasure. he drops his head to my neck, letting me hear his soft whimpers as he feels me clenching around him
he starts thrusting into me. both of us hearing the sound of our skin echo in the room.
im having sex with my so called enemy.
he pushed one of my legs, spreading me more.
“fuck” i yell out.
“gotta be quite if u want me to keep going” matt warns me. he puts his hand over my mouth.
his dick hits every spot perfectly. i find my self begging for him, moaning his name, something we both would never expect.
he pounds in to me watching his cum fill me up as my cum drips around him.
he drops beside me and gets up to grab a towel.
“here” he says as he hands me a towel. I clean my self up and grab my panties and put it back on as i lay back in his bed waiting for him to come in.
he puts sweat pants on and a black shirt.
he gets in bed and puts his hands on my waist and his head on my neck.
i love you
“i love you to” matt replies
part 3?🔥
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head, heart, hand. {Felix Catton/Reader/Oliver Quick}
Part 11.
Summary: It's good to finally getting back home to Saltburn. There's just a few things to work out, such as where Oliver's staying, and why.
{ masterpost }
Need to Know: They/Them. Explicitly NB Reader. FWB!Reader/Felix. Reader is from a well off family but has pretty much been adopted by the Cattons.
Warnings: implications of child neglect
A/N: 3989 words. I think about Jacob Elordi saying that Felix would have Artic Monkeys on his personal playlist, about once a day. um okay so not only is this uneditd, but i definitely got very drunk halfway through it, so that's.... that. (im drunk as i publish this) BUT WE'RE AT SALTBURN AND OLLIE GETS HERE TOMORROW!! (which means the next chapter, which dw will be tomorrow irl) ((is this anything?? im worried its ooc please feedback??))
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There is no reverence in you anymore for the castle in the countryside that is Saltburn.
Once it had towered before you, trembling, a child alone in every way that mattered until the doors opened before you. Saltburn was a haven away from the bitter hypocrisy of both expectations and apathy, though it took you quite some time to learn as much. At first, there was reverence; Saltburn was the place where every script you'd learned to smile through, every societal expectation you'd been trained to uphold, would be put to the test.
And if you couldn't keep up, if you messed up in this holy house in the face of their kind smiles, you were sure their gazes would turn blank with inevitable disappointment.
But that was years ago.
And mistakes made you interesting, your quirks made them laugh, and Saltburn became less holy each Summer as you found it to be far more human.
It's what occupies your mind for the entire trip back to Saltburn, with you and Felix sharing an earbud each from his iPod, and Farleigh reading - pointedly not not ignoring Felix after he'd found out the news.
You wonder what Oliver will see in the house; the sum of it's parts, or each room and inch of the grounds as their own storage space for memories worth so much more.
Felix hums along under his breath like nothing in the world could ever worry him. Farleigh licks the tip of his finger, glancing with ire at his cousin for just a moment before turning the page of his book. Play. You squint at the cover; Richard the Third. Shakespeare. Farleigh holds the play up further to hide the rest of his face from you both.
You'll get to the station before midday, and a town car will be waiting for you all. Most of your things from Oxford are on their way to a storage facility in the city for the Summer, but you've still got a few precious things you're bringing back to the estate in a suitcase a the front of the carriage, and a bag overhead.
Felix has been trying to look nonchalant and look out the window for a good part of the trip now, but he keeps glancing at you with a strange look.
"Does this change us?"
This time, you make sure to catch his gaze before you reach for the iPod. Most of the ride has been on shuffle, quiet otherwise between you two, if not for his humming, or yours. Flipping through the few albums he had saved, you clicked through to the one you had been looking for. The sunshine is beating down on him just outside the window, almost directly overhead, shining on him and everyone in behind him in the window seats, painting them in sharp relief if they had their curtains open.
You pressed play on You Probably Couldn’t See for the Lights But You Were Staring Straight at Me by the Artic Monkeys.
Felix, who knows and loves the song, can't look at you. Actually, properly can't look at you, hiding his embarrassed smile behind his hand as he forced himself to look out the window.
And you hum along, grinning, leaning just past him to also focus your gaze out the window.
"Stop that," he mumbles under his breath from behind his hand, clearly still smiling. All you do is continue to hum along as the band thrashes along in your heads. After a moment, you slide the iPod towards him, as if taunting him, daring him to change the song himself.
"- they're not half as bad as me," you sing under your breath. Felix is turning pink around the ears, but flips the iPod over onto it's face, letting the rest of the song play out, "say anything and I'll agree -" your smile grows wider and you sit back, but continue to hum.
If Farleigh's judging either of you, he doesn't lower his book enough to indicate as much.
The town car ride back to the estate was far more eventful, as the three of you began to properly discuss Oliver's impending arrival. Apparently he hadn't thought much about packing up his room at Oxford, what little there apparently was to pack up, so he was taking the extra day students were allotted to gather himself together for the Summer. That meant one night at Saltburn before he'd be there.
"I actually, genuine can't believe you sometimes," Farleigh had started two separate tirades in the past twelve hours exactly like this, and both about Oliver. It was no secret what this third was going to be about, "you honestly couldn't give me six weeks of peace? Six weeks?"
"You'll have plenty of peace, mate," Felix had insisted, eyes wide and pleading with his irate cousin, "and honestly, I think you'll really start to warm up to him."
"I appreciate that your optimism springs fucking eternal, Felix, but -"
"No, seriously, give him a chance outside of all the academics and what everyone else thinks," Felix was beginning to plead for a moment, all big brown eyes and imploring tone of voice. Farleigh, however, was not as well swayed as the rest of the world would be by his theatrics.
"I'm not going to play nice with your little -"
"Hey, he might be into that," you cut Farleigh off before he could say something too incendiary, but Felix still cast his frown between you both.
"Not helping, Y/N," he admonished, turning back on Farleigh who was suddenly overcome with mild revulsion at your implications. When Felix wasn't looking, you wiggled your eyebrows at him suggestively, teasingly adding to the bit. He fake-gagged, much to Felix's disappointment.
It wasn't a long journey, however, and soon enough the three of you were pulling into Saltburn, and there was something amusing about the collective sigh of relief you all shared once the door opened.
"Feels like ages since we've been back," Felix stretches, leaving his bags for the chauffer and doormen, as did you. Farleigh made a start towards the trunk of the car before the chauffer climbed out, giving him a confused look and he thought better of it.
"Christmas, right?" Farleigh stuck his hands into his pockets, sauntering up the steps beside you all, gazing up at the large, blue doors.
"Duncan taking his time," Felix muttered under his breath after a moment, to which you grinned.
"Probably wants to keep them closed on us as long as possible," though just as you say that, as Farleigh and Felix snicker, the doors creak open, and there, gaunt as you've ever seen him, Duncan somehow manages to loom impressively large, even as you've grown into an adult.
"Master Felix," he nods to each of you with the same stern civility he's always carried, "Master Farleigh, Captain Y/N." You nod in turn, voice turning cordial as you greet him warmly, despite your two companions barging through ahead of you.
"Duncan, always lovely to see you," you incline your head towards him the way you always have, and for a brief moment he allows himself a faint, but genuine smile.
"God, you're so fucking weird sometimes!" Farleigh calls over his shoulder at you. You roll your eyes, but Duncan is stone-walling again, so you slip past him to catch up. In time to hear Farleigh's voice lower and ask, "have you told your mother yet?" Felix makes a face.
"I texted her before we got on the train," it sounds uncomfortable, "she sent me an incomprehensibly long text back which I only got when we had service again. I think she's fine with it."
Farleigh hangs his head, his last defence against Oliver's impending arrival foiled. After a beat, he forced a smile, sliding up to get in step beside you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders.
"Oh, we're gonna be best friends this summer," he tells you, as if you have no say in it, "you, me, and my fucking weed guy -"
"Say it fucking louder why don't you," Felix rolled his eyes, but you simply shook your head at the altercation, wrapping your arm around Farleigh's middle and giving him a squeeze.
"You're impossible, Farleigh," you told him, "and so lucky I love you."
Farleigh quietly cheers for what small triumph he had won, before both you and him look to Felix's vaguely sceptical expression, taking in the both of you.
"It's a fair trade," Farleigh told him easily, "you get your new best friend Oliver -" still yet to say the name without disdain, you note, "- I get Y/N."
"I did also promise Venetia I'd spend some time with her," you chime in, but Farleigh can't help himself but snort.
"You sure she won't pick a fancy for Oliver too?" You can hear his lip curl, but Felix pulls ahead where he's been casually leading you all through the house to his room. You can't see his expression.
"Fuck off, Farleigh -" you start, coldly pulling away from him, but Felix's tone is light, almost forcibly casual as he cuts you off.
"Ollie's lovely but I don't think he's much of her type."
"Everyone's Venetia's type," Farleigh spits, unable to stop himself from putting his foot in his mouth. The implication hangs in the air for a long few seconds before Farleigh catches himself. The unneeded reminder. The real reason for the sudden coldness. Felix turns, smiling bright with nothing behind his eyes as he cheerfully tells Farleigh -
"You know where your room is, right?" And says he's going to rest before hunting down the rest of the family amongst the estate. Farleigh meekly nods, and departs from you both. Both you and Felix follow him with your eyes; Felix's smile doesn't drop before the door closes behind him, and it's the two of you in the blue room, alone.
And you know he's thinking about Eddie.
You wish Farleigh knew how to keep his mouth closed, how to stop pressing buttons when he always knew what they did.
"Where's Ollie going to be staying?"
Felix's eyes flash to you, and you wonder if it were the right or wrong question. Is there a question in this moment that isn't loaded? Is there a question you could ask that wouldn't make him think of Eddie right now?
Eddie had stayed in Felix's room. In Felix's bed. At least he was supposed to. But Oliver wasn't Eddie, so he needed his own space.
Oliver was different to Eddie, you reminded yourself, and hoped that Felix was thinking it too. That was good. That was good.
"Dunno," Felix finally admitted with a sigh, draping himself over the cream sofa, looking up at the ornate ceiling. You sat on the stool for the broken piano, lifted the lid and idly played a few notes, listening to the little hammers in the instrument tap uselessly against broken strings.
"Vennie wouldn't do that again, would she?" Felix muttered so quietly you almost miss it. He doesn't call his sister Vennie often; you know he's dwelling, he's hurting the way he tries to pretend like he doesn't.
"Farleigh's talking shit because it's his job at this point," you tell Felix flatly, and he angles his head towards you, even if it looks like it hurts, so you see him contemplating, "but Ollie isn't Eddie."
Something lights up in the back of your mind as you read faint disappointment on Felix's face as he processes your words. Nodding, he sighs again, looking up at the ceiling.
"Last night was fucking beautiful," Felix's tone turns wistful; he hasn't told you properly about what happened between him and Oliver, but clearly it went well, "I hope Ollie likes it here." Then, closing his eyes, he takes a deep breath before offering, "I've been meaning to thank you, actually," he admits. You shift from the piano stool to sit on the arm of the sofa he was laying across, "for giving me space to spend those moments with Ollie last night."
His face scrunches up a little, then, as if sensing you by his head, he cracks an eye open. Slowly, almost embarrassed, he starts to smile.
"He's like you, you know?" He says gently, before he really considers what he means, and his face falls; you watch, you wait patiently, "can't go home ever again," apology in his eyes, "that's what he said to me."
There's that love, that desire to do good, to be good, that Felix has always craved. He's in his own head, all kinds of thoughtful and melancholy that he often isn't around the rest of the world. Felix shuffles himself over on the plush, wide sofa, making himself as small as possible, and you know it's an invitation. One that you take. It's awkward, but he holds you tightly so you won't fall off.
You wonder if he even realises that you're there, that you're in his arms and listening to the way his thoughts spill out of him from a moment of connection he craves but doesn't often get. If you're so much of his mental wallpaper that holding you like this, the way you listen, the way you are so gentle in these moments, if you're more like a simple diary, an easy, comfortable way to get these thoughts out of his head without the fear of his secrets being spilled upon someone who might use them against him.
"I don't think I'll ever understand not being able to come home," Felix admits softly, "I can't even wrap my head around how Ollie became the man he is with parents like that; and after all he's gone through, for this to be straw, the thing that means he'd rather live in a world alone than be around the people - person - who was mean to love and protect him and yet failed him over, and over, and over again? He's so bloody strong for how long he's gone through it all."
Swallowing hard, you're surprised by the way your eyes are clouding over. Trying not to break the moment, you press your face against his chest; Felix doesn't seem to notice, still trapped in his own thoughts, but he instinctively holds you a little tighter.
"'Home' doesn't mean the same for you as it does for me," Felix whispers softly, almost to himself, and it hits you square in the chest. The tears start to come, and you can feel them dampening his shirt, "that's what he'd said to me," oh, Felix hadn't even realised you were crying.
It takes another half a minute before he even seems to realise something is wrong, but you assured him you were fine, that you were just very glad that Oliver would be staying here instead for the Summer. He'd almost connected the dots at the start of the conversation, but now he couldn't seem to see them.
Still, you knew Felix, and you weren't sure if his heart could handle making you cry twice in two days. So you lie, and he lets it go.
Felix is sitting up and stretching, his mood having improved for having voiced his thoughts it seems, and you're drying your eyes when the door to the Blue Room opens.
"Darlings, Duncan just let me know you'd arrived and were on your way to freshen up before the afternoon," Elspeth was as bright and flighty as always, looking between you both, "so glad I caught you both." Felix is the first on his feet, warmly greeting his mother with a hug and a kiss on the cheek, which she returned in kind. Seeing your red-rimmed eyes, she's immediately concerned, but you brush it off quickly, telling her that you and Felix were simply discussing Oliver's situation and that you were incredibly excited to have him joining you all. She, of course, lit up at that.
"It will be such a treat, if I'm to believe my darling son," and of course she is to believe darling Felix, everyone at Saltburn always did. His admiration was worth it's weight in gold to the people who loved him, Elspeth especially. She latches onto the elbow he doesn't offer and you're left to catch up to them as they make their way through the familiar rooms to Felix's, her voice filling the space all the while.
"You must tell me all about dear Oliver," Elspeth insists; she, like her son, was made for Saltburn. She catches the light, beautiful and timeless and made to live amongst its timeless walls. Your face still feels hot; you don't know why but you feel out of place - home doesn't mean the same thing for you as it does for me - Felix pet's his mother's hand on his arm and assures him that she'll love Oliver. He's thoughtful. He's gentle. He's beautiful. Her eyes shine; even his mother is not immune to his light.
"Now, I hope you don't mind," Elspeth begins when the three of you get to the long gallery before Felix's room, "but it was rather last minute, so it's been something of a rush to get everything ready -"
"Get what ready?" Felix asks, and you watch them like a play, like a film, like a third party without any kind of say.
"I thought it would be best if Oliver stayed in the room attached to yours," Elspeth said, and it takes a moment, but you feel your stomach drop. This was worse than last Summer; at least then you had your own room.
"Y/N's room?" There's some victory to be taken in the way Felix seems ready to fight for you in this matter.
"Oliver is a guest, dear," Elspeth didn't even look at you in this moment, "we didn't want to have him set up, all alone, on the other side of the house." She smiles, and gives a fond, if condescending look over her shoulder to you, "you'll be alright, won't you sweetheart? It's just a bedroom, it's not a big deal." You try and smile, and nod, and be placating -
"They can stay with me," Felix insisted, "sleep over, like when we were kids." For a moment, he looks to you. The nod he gives is solid, is reassuring; it eases your heart.
"I don't know if that'd be appropriate."
Elspeth knows. Everyone fucking knows. No-one will say it, but it effects every damn thing they do. How they treat you. You know this, but no-one talks about it out loud.
Saltburn thrives on the unspoken.
"Why not?" Felix forces his mother's hand, "Y/N's my best mate, has been for years, we share a bed all the time." And Elspeth is too polite to do anything but concede, and lets you both know with a faint, awkward smile that your things will be moved to Felix's room before the day is out.
"And Y/N, darling," she does finally, properly acknowledge you, taking both your hands in hers, kissing you on both cheeks, "it's wonderful to see you, of course, so glad to have you home."
Home.
You smile warmly at her. After a beat, however, she casts a faint frown to the window.
"And I feel I'd be remis not to tell you that Venetia is refusing to get out of the pool until you go down and join her."
"Oh," there's an amused kind of warmth that blooms in your chest at that, at being sought after and missed; Felix rolls his eyes but it's fond, "how long has she been there?"
"Not long before you arrived," Elspeth gives a genuine, warm smile, clearly either wilfully or genuinely ignorant about the nature of your relationship with her daughter, "please just take it as a sign that we have all missed you dearly."
She leaves you both to it, reminding you of when supper was to be held, as if the time ever changed, and you and Felix quietly made your way into his room. Your room.
You watch from the doorway as your best friend breathes in familiarity of it all. His childhood bedroom, always left immaculate and untouched, a museum to him whenever he was away from the house. A place of so many of your firsts, yet never a place you'd really called your own. Felix falls onto the bed, face-first, swearing muffled by his expensive duvet.
"Every bloody person's determined to get on my nerves today," Felix sighed, flipping himself over, legs hanging off the end of the bed. "Not you, you don't count," he adds idly, flicking his wrist in your general direction, but still managing to warm your heart, "I'm glad Ollie's staying close by, but can you believe she thought you'd stay anywhere but here?" He sounded genuinely miffed, finally turning to look at you. When he sees the abashed way you're smiling at him, his frustration drops, "what?" He can't help but match your softness in this moment, and you shake your head, trying to tell him it's nothing. "It's not nothing, look at you," he insisted brightly; your smile widened, as if on cue, "you were getting teary thinking about Ollie just minutes ago; go on, what's on your mind now. Is it Venetia?"
"'s not Venetia," you insisted, finally joining him in the room, sitting yourself on the edge of the bed looking around.
Your room; the room you share with Felix, and so close to Oliver too.
"It's our room, isn't it?" It's like he can read your damn mind, practically giggling like a high schooler at the mere thoughts of what the two of you were bound to get up to.
"You were so insistent," you finally teased, grinning wide and leaning back against him, "it's almost like you like me or something."
"That's fucking lies and slander!" Felix crows, your head on his chest, "I'll sue you for that -" but you're already moving, straddling him, pinning his hands to the bed either side of his head as you grin down at him.
"Felix Catton's sharing his bed, call the tabloids!" You teased, leaning in, and when he captures your lips in a kiss, it's like he wants you to taste how sharp his amusement is. He bites and teases and frees his hands to pull you in. Quickly everything shifts and moves and there's something possessive about the way he kisses you, holds you, has you under him and pinned and breathless before you realise what had happened.
"You think I'd let mum kick you out like that?" His pupils are blown so wide with want you think they could swallow you whole in this moment; "never want you that far away if I can help it," it comes out as a breathless admission, almost like it escaped him, like he's caught up in the moment, and you never want him to stop talking to you like this, "can't say that at Oxford - fuck Oxford," he mumbles, his lips on your neck in the next instance. His teeth sting without breaking the skin, sucking with intent to leave an ache that would remind you of him every time you touched it for the next few days.
"Us and Ollie," his lips are gentle when he kisses across your chest, your collar bones, "I'm sure between the three of us we'll end up getting into proper tabloid trouble," you can feel his smirk, and there's something electrifying about the possibilities you find yourself considering.
"Us and Ollie," you agree with a roughish grin. Felix captures your mouth once more in a kiss, matching your energy, your enthusiasm, but adds, "Ollie tomorrow."
And at that, you remember; giddy laughter escapes you.
"Our room," you can't help but remind him, and Felix's grin stretches wider.
"Venetia can wait for you a little longer."
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mastermind, part one - theodore nott
hi omg im back😍🙌
ok so this is part one of a series called "mastermind" (inspired by the song “mastermind” by taylor swift). its a theodore nott fic and starts from the beginning of sixth year until the end of seventh, im literally making it up as i go😍🙏.
academic rivals, enemies to lovers, one bed trope, heavy angst at times and all that so enjoy😋😋
this ones a short one for now but part two is halfway done and should be out sometime this weekend🤞🤞
please lmk what you think: what were your fav parts? anything i should change?
and maybe repost if you feel extra generous :))
warnings: none for now<33
mastermind, masterlist
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“Hey, wait on!”
I turn around to see Hermione running to catch up with me, her suitcases on her trolley and her cat happily meowing in its cage.
“Hermione!” I exclaim as I give one of the trolley boys my trolley and go to hug her.
“Oh my gosh I haven’t seen you in ages!” she sighs as she hugs back tightly.
“I know, you promised to write, why didn’t you?” I say.
“Oh shush, it’s not like you sent me any care packages anyways.” she replies as she links our arms and starts leading us to one of the carriages once we’ve taken our pets off.
Hermione and I have been friends since the beginning of our first year, before we were friends with Ron and Harry actually.
To say that my mother was happy with our friendship is a huge lie.
Bellatrix Lestrange.
Even her name disgusts me, much less the things she’s done.
She was mortified. I still remember the look on her face when I brought Hermione over one time.
“A mudblood?” she had exclaimed.
“Why on earth would you want to be friends with the likes of them? You’re surely not my daughter, that’s for one thing.”
Hermione and I both knew what rejection felt like. Her, with most of the pureblood Slytherins, and me, with my pureblood Slytherin family.
My aunts and uncles are probably the worst of the bunch surprisingly.
Lucius and Nesta Malfoy.
Even their names are filled with poison.
Not to mention my cousin. Draco.
What a horrible waste of a family.
My uncle, Sirius, is the only one in the family who understands me. Coming from a highly Slytherin pureblood family, we were the only Gryffindors. God knows why.
I think the neglect from my mother and most family is what made me and Hermione such good friends. We both knew how the other felt.
“Have you seen Ron or Harry around yet?” I asked, settling down in the train cabin in the train with my cat, Alfie, in my lap.
“No, not yet. They should be coming up soon though.” Hermione replied and surely enough the door to the cabin opened and in came a mess of ginger hair, already complaining about God knows what;
closely followed by Harry who tried to say hello before he was cut off.
“Guys you’ll never guess what. Mum made me wear Fred and George’s old jumpers again. As if I’ll ever fit into these, they’re huge! And another thing, she said I’m not allowed to get a new pet so I’m stuck with this old bird.” he finishes his rant as he points to the old caged owl in his hands.
“Hello to you too Ron.” I say after a pause.
“Oh yeah, hi guys!” he says smiling.
Hermione rolls her eyes at him with a smile and pats on the space next to her, motioning him to sit down and Harry sits next to me after hugging me and Hermione.
“So what’s all this about Draco and a weird-looking cabinet? And who are all these people you’re talking about?” Ron asks Harry settling down and rubbing his hands together to warm them up.
“Don’t you see? It was a ceremony, an initiation.” Harry says, looking over at me.
“Stop that rubbish Harry. I know where you’re going.” Hermione says, trying to ignore whatever Harry and Ron were talking about and looking out the window.
“No guys listen to me, it’s happened. He’s one of them.” Harry says the last part quietly.
“One of what?” Ron asks, confused as I take a sigh and say,
“Harry’s under the impression that Draco Malfoy is a death eater.”
“You're barking.” Ron says as he sits up, ‘What would You-Know-Who want with Malfoy, he hasn’t got any hair to want Malfoy’s bleach bottle.”
“Well then what’s he doing in Borgin and Burkes? Browsing for furniture?” Harry quips.
“It’s a creepy shop. He’s a creepy bloke. Put two and two together and there you go.” Ron responds.
“Look, his dad’s a Death Eater, his aunt’s a Death Eater, most of his family is, whos to say he isn’t following in their footsteps.” Harry says as I look away in shame.
Harry realises his poor choice in words and says, “I need some air.” and walks out the cabin.
“He’s going mad I’m telling you.” Ron says to Hermione and I.
Hermione and I don’t say anything in response but busy ourselves with our reading books while Ron raids the sweet trolley.
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It only took us around half an hour to get settled in our dorms again, this being our seventh year we had a lot more practice and we were all now making our way to the great dining hall.
“Welcome all students…” McGongall’s voice boomed as we took our seats, Hermione and Dean Thomas on either side of me with Ron and Ginny in front. Our table was on the other side of the hall to the Slytherin table but I could still see my cousin's crispy fried blonde hair as he took his seat next to one of his friends.
What was his name again?
Thomas?
Timothy?
“Why are you staring at Theodore Nott? I thought you hated him.” Ron interrupts my thoughts as he shoves a piece of chicken in his mouth.
Theodore. Right.
“And now with the sorting ceremony finished for another year, let us feast!” McGonagall’s voice, thankfully for once, gave me a chance to change the subject before things got weird.
“What? No I’m not, pass the mashed potatoes.” I say shrugging it off as I draw my attention to Hermione.
“Where’s Harry, he’s already missed the welcoming.” Hermione says, looking around in anticipation, clearly worried.
“Don’t worry, he’ll be here in a moment.” Ron responds shoving a spoon of jelley in his mouth.
Jelly with chicken? Ew.
Hermione stares at him for a moment before hitting him with her book repeatedly, making me laugh, “Will you stop eating? Your best friend is missing.”
“Oi! Turn around you lunatic.”
We turn to where Ron is looking and see Harry walking towards us with a white cloth at his nose, stained in blood.
“Why do you always have to be covered in blood?” I say, taking the cloth from his hands as he sits next to me. I try to clean up his face the best I can.
“Where have you been? And whats happened to your face?” Hermione hisses at him.
“Later, what’ve I missed?”
“Sorting hat urged us to be brave and strong on these troubled times.” Ron replies.
“Easy for it to say, its just a bloody hat innit?’ I say.
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“Y/N! GET UP!”
I open my eyes and see Hermione pacing around our room trying to get ready.
“What?” I say groggily, putting my head back on my pillow.
“I said get up, you’re going to be late and we have potions first thing.” she said as she pulled the pillow from under my head and tore the duvet off my body, forcing me to get ready.
“Eugh no I can’t deal with Snape this early.” I say as I make my way to the bathroom to brush my teeth.
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“Attention to detail in the preparation is the prerequisite of all planning. Ah! Hello ladies. Please, please take a seat.” The professor says to us.
Wow. This is a change.
Hermione rushed to take the nearest seat available next to Lavender Brown which left me next to,
“Well hello to you too.” Theodore Nott says smirking up at me from his chair as I drop all my books down.
I took a seat before my knees had the chance to give out.
Woah, what?
“Hey.” I say curtly, drawing my attention to the assignment, trying to ignore Theodore’s piercing gaze and strong cologne.
“Late on the first day I see, not a good impression. If Snape were here, he’d have your heads.” Theodore says as he scribbles down the assignment on the board into his scrolls.
I roll my eyes and ask, ”Who’s this anyway?” as I copy the ingredients for the potion in my scrolls.
“Professor Slughorn. He’s taking our class for this year.” Theodore says as he waits for me to finish writing so we can get the ingredients for our potion from the back of the room.
“The whole year?” I say standing up and making my way to the back with Theo, “What’s happened to Snape?”
“No idea love.” Theo says, making butterflies erupt in my tummy but I shove them down before they can travel up to my throat and make me say something flirty back.
Theodore and I never had a reason to dislike each other. Well, not officially. We never had a big fight or any interactions of any sort honestly. I didn’t even take any notice of him until he had beaten me to a question in first year in dark arts and gotten 10 house points because of it. Since then we’ve had something going on between us. The need to one-up one another, to be smarter in lessons and faster in quidditch.
I’m not going to deny that he was attractive, because God he was beautiful.
Beautiful and conceited.
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part one, done!
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if you havent switched over to firefox, i recommend you do. unlike chrome and other browsers, firefox does not use your personal data to cater ads to you, and its way more customizable. and, since the start of this year (2023), add-ons including adblockers can no longer be used. im hoping this post can be a sort of guide people can use if they want to start using firefox
to start off, you can import your bookmarks and other data (like logins and saved passwords) with this easy tutorial. and if it hasnt asked you yet, you can make it your default browser like this. i also recommend making an account in case you ever want to log in from another device or anything happens to your computer. with this option, you can choose which data syncs and which doesnt.
settings
these are things i recommend you do in settings. at the same time, you can also customize your settings any way you want to.
1. in the ‘general’ tab
‘make firefox your default browser’
check for updates to be automatically installed (its near the bottom)
2. ‘home’ tab
scroll down to ‘shortcuts’, make sure ‘sponsored shortcuts’ is disabled
3. ‘search’ tab
make duckduckgo your default search engine
4. ‘privacy and security’ tab
standard security is fine, but strict doesnt hurt either. as it says, it may cause some sites to break, but ive found that barely any do. you can always switch back to standard security if you come across any problems
under ‘website privacy preferences’, select both options
under ‘firefox data collection and use’, i recommend unchecking the first one
under ‘https-only mode’, enable https-only mode in all windows. again, if a website happens to not work, you can always go back to disable https-only mode
if you want to further customize your experience, you can go to about:config and mess with the settings on there, although you will need to be careful with some, as they can severely impact your firefox experience. some of the settings you can change are:
widget.non-native-theme.scrollbar.style to change the scrollbar style. the available parameters are 1-5
browser.tabs.tabClipwidth set to 999 if you want only the active tab to have a close button
extensions.pocket.enabled set to disabled so that pocket doesnt show up
browser.backspace_action set to 0 to use the backspace button as a button to go back webpages.
here are all the about:config entries, i recommend leaving most be, but some can be useful to customize.
add-ons
THE MOST IMPORTANT ONE is uBlock origin. if you dont want to use any addons, and/or don’t like them for whatever reason, please please please get this one at the least. its not only an adblocker, but also blocks most unwanted content on any website. if any content on a website is bothering you, you can disable it by right-clicking it and checking ‘block element’, for example.
to get rid of cookie warnings, you can simply go to uBlock origin settings, and under “filter lists”, scroll down to the “ads” section and check the boxes for “AdGuard Base” and “EasyList”. This does the same function as the add-on “i don’t care about cookies” (which is no longer recommended). under the “annoyances” section (further down than the “ads” section), you can check off all of them, but if you dont feel like checking them all, the most important ones are “AdGuard Annoyances“ and “uBlock filters-Annoyances“
firefox multi-account containers. if you use multiple accounts on a same website, this is for you. you can be logged in to two tumblrs at the same time with this addon, for example.
facebook container. similar to the last addon i recommended, this one isolates all facebook-related activity
now. youre seeing this post on tumblr. which might also mean that you use tumblr web. well, you should probably add xkit rewritten then. it lets you completely hide filtered posts, has a mutual checker, gets rid of the ‘youre caught up’ bar, and many more things
bypass paywalls clean. lets you get through paywalls. it’s also updated frequently, adding websites with paywalls
instead of the addon (it was deleted from the firefox store i believe), you can copy this link (not the text on page it takes you to, just the link!) into the text field you get when clicking on ‘insert’ at the bottom of the ‘my filters’ page on ublock origin settings.
bitwarden. open-source password saver and generator. make an account and save all your account passwords. also generates passwords. with this, you only need to remember your master password, and bitwarden does the rest, really
tab session manager. lets you save all the windows that you close, in case that you ever accidentally close out of a window. that way you can recover all your tabs
terms of service; didnt read. lets you know about a websites terms of service. summarizes the basics point by point
clearURLs. cleans urls of any tracking elements
you can avoid having one more addon by copying this link and following the same instructions as for bypass paywalls clean
there are many more extensions you can use, here are the ones that the firefox team recommends
i also recommend using firefox on mobile, especially android, since you can use add-ons with it too. again, i recommend using uBlock Origin. it is not as customizable on mobile but its still extremely useful. since the beginning of this year, firefox for android has over 1000 addons available. for iOS users, if you want ad-less browsing, you can install firefox focus, although its not nearly as customizable as firefox for android.
i hope this guide is useful for anyone wanting to make the switch!
just as a disclaimer (i am adding this on april 15th 2023, over 3 months after i published the post) this information is bound to change, and some addons and settings may become obsolete or redundant, with firefox adding more privacy-friendly settings, or removing available addons. i will update the post accordingly.
last updated: may 06th, 2024
#this is like... in case anyone on tumblr still isnt using firefox after all the propaganda (in the spanish sense) everyone has been#spreading on here#firefox#ordinadors#web browser#z puya cosetas#es mios consellos
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[Transcript under the cut]
Marcus: decaf
WG: thanks. don't think i asked for decaf
Marcus: pretty sure you could use some decaf
WG: damn. maybe
WG: …sorry, i'm really not good at small talk
Marcus: you think i enjoy weather talk? just sip that coffee Wolf. It's cool.
WG: ok but don't go ''you're being doomy'' at me
Marcus: okay? why would i do that.
WG: you weren't there when mom used to take us to big family gatherings
Marcus: true. i was busy partying
WG: …
WG: shit
WG: do you uh. mind? if i ask you something?
Marcus: i'm all ears
WG: do… you also have these thoughts like- haunting… words? or something. I mean, stuff you or someone else said before and it's stuck in your head and shitting everywhere like a bug like a… fly.
Marcus: A fly?
WG: yeah. maybe three.
WG: I dunno, i think its been kinda growing with me, y'know? more space in there, more flies
Marcus: did uh- i mean, what happened?
WG: uhh yeah i don't think you wanna hear all that it really is a lot
Marcus: i've heard a lot of stuff these years
WG: are you sure? i dont think i ever told anyone all of it
Marcus: yeah c'mon
WG: well okay, so…
WG: Mom probably told you about my kid years so im not getting into that. then there's my teens and it's messed up i almost die thrice, scary shit. anyways i went blonde, started larping, decided i no longer wanted anything to do with my own body and life and then suddenly school was over and of course i wanted to die for good so then i was all alone, made that to myself, stuff stuff i also met a guy before this he was great and i also turned my back on him. then i don't even remember how but i followed Cassandra to Strangerville which was a whole fever dream jesus fucking christ and then there was Nervous. love that guy. I asked Cass on a date but i messed everything up, then ran away. Again. Stole her whole truck. Now i'm a different kind of blonde and also a babysitter and also completely useless.
WG: And now- so, years ago i accidentaly discovered this secret door in Gunther's house that leads to a basement and christ who even does that? the hell? and i'm SURE it has to do with whatever Bluma's going through so that means I could fix it up but i'm not doing it because i'm still running away. And I'm not even scared, I'm just letting stuff happen
WG: and i cant keep being on my own. and i need someone.
WG: man i miss Morgan.
WG: i think that's all
Marcus: …you still got that Cassandra's number?
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KAWAII -
[ ot7 x reader ]
SLUT CENTRAL 🤮
———————————
8 participants - 8 online
jin: so i just raised a slut like???
namjoon: ??
y/n: RIGHT ITS INSANE
jk: ur a father?
tae: where the sluts at lol
yoongi: honestly i could throw up
jimin: if i raised jungkook i would not be taking credit for that shit just saying
hobi: you raised me up
jk: i’m the slut? ☹️
jin: YES YOU ARE WHY
ARE YOU HALF NAKED ON WEVERSE
WHAT IS UR ISSUE???
jk: jimin did it first
jimin: UMM EXUSE ME????
IT WAS FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY MIGHT I ADD
DONT DRAG ME INTO UR MESS
hobi: wasn’t namjoon half naked the other day too?
namjoon: this isn’t about me
y/n: whores the lot of you!
tae: namjoon the biggest whore
namjoon: again this isn’t about me
tae: ok mr automatic dick
hobi: who was the automatic bitch?
y/n: what does that even mean
namjoon: yoongi was the one talking about his tongue technology
yoongi: ??????
leave me alone wtf
tae: ur all nasty
hobi: be honest are you a virgin
tae: ME????
ARE YOU SILLY LOOK AT ME
hobi: looking
i see a virgin
tae: if anyone is a virgin it’s jin
jin: okay wtf not true at all
jimin: he’s lived for like 79 years there’s no way he’s a virgin lmao
y/n: i mean think about that one photo
with the comdoms in the back
jin BEEN fucking!!
hobi: #kingsize
jin: i mean what can i say
jimin: you picked up the wrong size?
jin: kill yourself?
namjoon: could we not talk about the size of jin’s dick please and thank you
tae: right pls stop guy me and namjoon are getting turned on
jk: it’s ok me 3
jin: what
y/n: what
namjoon: what????
yoongi: strangling jungkook gotta feel better than opiates i just know it in my heart
jimin: retweet
tae: bro said retweet 😭😭😭😭
his ass is NOT on twitter 🤣🤣
y/n: you are so unfunny it makes me want to punch things
tae: i’m so into that
y/n: burn
tae: ummmm?
y/n: alive
tae: don’t hate me cuz you want to passionately kiss me on the mouth
y/n: would rather get shot 450 times
tae: fuck you never speak to me again
y/n: finally
tae: guys i miss her 😕💔
WRONG CHAT
WRONG CHAT FUCK YOU BYE
hobi: wow
jk: guys let’s start using tone indicators!
yoongi: ur ugly /srs
jk: ok nvm!
jimin: and she said she said she’s from hawaii /srs
namjoon: …
hobi: do you know how to say cute in japanese? /srs
jk: i do i do i do
namjoon: please stop
tae: did someone say japan lol???
jin: when you said bye i had hope you would be gone for more that 2 seconds
y/n: he said japanese
jimin: idiot
tae: they call me senpai down under
yoongi: ?
jk: in australia??
tae: tf is an australia??
yoongi: what the actual fuck is wrong with you?
tae: did you mean astronaut?
jk: maybe…
y/n: you didn’t
jk: i didn’t
hobi: naur
jin: pls don’t do this again
hobi: naur i have to mate
tae: somone call me senpai rn see what happens
y/n: no
jin: is he’s gonna do something weird?
i feel like he’s gonna do something weird
pls don’t do something weird
jk: let’s find out!!!
namjoon: let’s not!
jk: senpai~
tae: nnnuugghhhhhhhhh 😫
jin: told u
tae: what’s up baby 😉
yoongi removed tae from “SLUT CENTRAL 🤮”
jimin: i HATE jungkook
jk: /srs ?
jimin: /srs
jk: FUCK
hobi: personally if i was to ever get hit by a car i would just get up and walk away
like thats so embarrassing
am i a pussy?
absolutely NOT
jk: hobi btw i do know how to say cute in japanese
namjoon: what if your legs were badly hurt?
hobi: namjoon idk about YOU but hoseok is definitely gonna walk it off
namjoon: why are you talking in 3rd person?
jk: do you want to know how to say cute in japanese??
i can tell you
yoongi: no
jk: k y ee
y/n: oh my god
yoongi removed jk from “SLUT CENTRAL 🤮”
jimin: did he just say that
like fr
k y ee?
as in kawaii
im not hallucinating right
jin: unfortunately not
hobi: i need a car
it’s time to hit a couple people
yoongi: talking to them kills me inside
jin: i’m here for u yoongi
yoongi: and you
jin: hobi make sure you hit him too
jin added tae to “SLUT CENTRAL 🤮”
jin added jk to “SLUT CENTRAL 🤮”
jin: karma
tae: sometimes i call the number on missing dog posters and just bark
jk: hi guys i’m back thx for adding me back jin hi guys i’m back did you miss me cuz i’m back now so it’s ok
namjoon: you bark?
tae: so they think it’s their dog trying to contact them
but it’s not
cuz it’s me
jimin: why would they think it’s their dog?
how tf a dog gonna use a phone
tae: dogs don’t normally use phones?
guess yeontan just built different 🤷🏻♂️
i mean what do you expect from a son of mine
hobi: he’s built different cuz you don’t feed him
y/n: LAMSOSOKSKD THAT IS NOT FUNNY AT ALL YOU CANT SAY THAT OH MY GODJDJDJDJJFJFN
jimin: HELP THATS CRAZY
yoongi: wow
namjoon: guys please
jin: INSANE HOSEOK INSANE
tae: ok that was not funny at all
i look after him
really well actually
..
i swear
i feed him
i do
jk: i believe you tae
tae: you do? 🥺
jk: yeah
tae: thanks jungkook i love you
jk: ok
tae: ok?
jk: ok?
tae: okay
jk: okay
tae: fucking whore whose the other woman then??
jk: guys help i’m really scared rn
jimin: omg speaking of that fucking mutt
tae: MUTT???
jimin: bro has NO stage presence at ALL
expressions lame as hell and all he did was run around trying to get camera time he looked a fool
hobi: dozen core
y/n: was his first performance pls don’t make fun of him he’s trying his best :(((
jimin: his best wasn’t good enough
tae: HE WORKED VERY HARD FOR THAT STAGE
jimin: it did not show
jk: bam could of done it better
yoongi: would of shit on stage
jimin: still would of been better than whatever yeontan was doing
tae: can you leave him alone omg
he was nervous
jimin: i’ll cook him
hobi: do you know how to say cute in japanese?
jk: yes
i do
namjoon: stop
jk: i can give you a hint if you don’t know namjoon
namjoon: jungkook please don’t talk to me
jimin: he’s losing it guys
y/n: lowkey hot
i love a man on the edge
tae: just say ur a slut
y/n: ??
yoongi: tae shut the fuck up
jimin: that so screams i have never felt the touch of a woman before
tae: how tf u think i made yeontan?
jk: you fucked a dog??????
tae: wait no wtf
jk: oh MH GOD GUYS TAE FUCKED A DOG
that’s illegal
i hope
OHMY GOD CALL TBE POLICE
hobi: that’s gross i’m gonna throw up
tae: THATS NOT TRUE HES LYING I DIDNT STOP PLS
jin: where is namjoon when you need him change the the subject i’m begging you
namjoon: i think i'm having a psychotic break rn
y/n: holds you and whispers it's gonna be okay
jimin: kill your neighbor kill your neighbor kill your neighbor
tae: GUYSBPLS BELIEVE ME
IM CRYING
SOBBING PLS
IM GONNA THROW UP EVERYWHERE
IVE HAD SEX
WITH A WOMAN BEFORE NEVER A DOG
PLS IM TELLINV THE TRUTH PLS
GIYS
PLS HWLLO
GIUSYSSSJSJJDD
PLEASE
y/n: can’t wait for the day it’s gc gets leaked
we will all be locked up
jimin: severing 10 years not even that bad if you think about it
yoongi: tae severing at least 25
tae: NOT TRUE
namjoon serving life
little drug abuser
y/n: be fr the worst drug joon has done is take 4 paracetamols at one time
jk: 4?????
WOW JOON U CRAZY
namjoon: no
hobi: caught namjoon sipping lean on august 13th 2023 10:45 pm
namjoon: no you didn’t
hobi: u right i didn’t
sorry guys i like to lie
jin: that’s a problem actually
hobi: i’m working on it
tae: work harder
jimin: tell ur dog that
tae: CAN YOU LEAVE HIM ALONE
yoongi: can you come over
tae: yeah
yoongi: wrong chat mb
and why tf would i be taking to you
tae: i’m gonna shoot myself
jin: who you inviting over yoongi omg 🙈
should i bring you a nda??
jk: nine dead animals?
y/n: no jungkook
jk: oh
namjoon: breathe in breathe out
jk: personally i’m worried if i give good head or not because no one has ever willingly asked me to give them head so is my head that bad you don’t even want me to try
jin: invest in a diary pls
jk: cant i’m lacktoes intolerant :(
jimin: lactose?
y/n: and the way thats not even true
hobi: the head or the lactose part?
tae: trust me bro ur head crazy good
jk: fr?
tae: fr
it’s so good girls afraid to ask
jk: girls?
tae: boys?
jk: boys???
tae: people????
jk: what people??
tae: you have like people ur fucking right?
jk: no?
tae: what?
jk: no people
jimin: are you expecting a rando to just to ask you to given them head?
jk: no?
jin: i’m so confused
jk: y/n
y/n: yes?
yoongi: no
y/n: ?
namjoon: moving on
hobi: you think tae’s dog can learn black swan?
tae: he has a name yk?
hobi: say my name say my name
jk: jung hoseok
hobi: thx
jk: yes
k y ee
namjoon left “yeontan ugly”
tae: THE GC NAME??????
WHO DID THAT
y/n: poor joonie see what you guys do to him?
jimin: bet he’s gone to see his automatic bitch
hobi: robot sex
yoongi: what??
hobi: cyber sex doja cat
jin: illuminati
jk: when did he become poor thats so sad i’m here for him if he ever needs ¥
yoongi: why would he need yen?
jk: who is yen?
tae: NO IM SO FR WHO CHANGED THE GC NAME TO THAT
ITS NOT TRUE BTW
MY BABY TAKES AFTER ME
jimin: oh no i’m praying for him ❤️
tae: IT WAS U WASNT IT
ALWAYS KNEW U WERE A JELOUS LOSER
jk: guys ur not being very k y ee rn
yoongi: i’m going to skin you alive
#bts crack#bts fanfic#bts fluff#bts imagines#bts fic#bts text#bts x reader#bts x y/n#bts x you#namjoon x reader#jin x reader#yoongi x reader#hoseok x reader#jimin x reader#taehyung x reader#jungkook x reader#bts texts#rm x reader#suga x reader#v x reader#jhope x reader#hobi x reader#bts fake chats#bts incorrect texts
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avery as a boy mom head canons
@smalina requested this in the comment section under one of my posts so here it is! i literally had to remake this post bc it glitched just like my averyjameson one and i had to type everything again (cause i write everything directly on tumblr and not on google docs so i didn't have another copy of my work). not proof read bc im done with this. hope you like it!
she'd send toby postcards with updates on her son (or kids in general) like her mom used to do with him.
the pregnancy would be really hard on her. morning sickness, unbearable back pain, braxton hicks contractions (or however that's spelled)
he used to love picking flowers for her. he found out her favorites were orchids (also her moms) and started planting them in their garden. he surprised her with them one day and she literally cried
he always kisses her cheek before he heads to school bc, according to him, it'll be a bad day if he doesn't.
loves asking for fashion advice from her bc over the years, she's learned a lot.
they have a cookbook together with all of their favorite recipes.
she makes sure to include him in all of the family's decision making. like at some point, they were looking for a condo to sometimes live in when they wanted to escape hawthorne house, and they made him choose his favorite so that he knew his opinion was important to them.
he learned how to play chess at six like his mom.
they go on missions stealing pens from grayson's pencil collection together.
i head canon that he learned how to paint (thanks to grayson) and sometimes paints these beautiful landscapes for her to hang in their house.
she's literally his #1 biggest supporter. he'd learn all of his colors and she'll swing him around kissing his cheek. it makes him feel loved
speaking of her being supportive, he loves hearing her approval so much that when he learns something new, he'll hop on her bed at night and tell her all about it bc he loves hearing her congratulate him.
she pinches his nose when he isn't listening or gets distracted (really lightly but still)
he does his hmk with her a lot bc it helps him concentrate. they'll talk about each other's days and stuff and it makes him feel loved.
he used to make homemade cards and write messages in them for avery. he'd look up youtube videos to make them look special and stuff.
he once convinced her to get him a shirt that says 'i have the best mom ever' written on it.
he loves playing with barbie dolls with her. he especially likes going out to buy new ones with her bc they have a lot of fun judging and rating them
he used to do chores a lot to earn money (which he obviously doesn't have to do cause they have a lot of it but he likes feeling like he earned it) and he'd use that money to buy avery flowers or sweaters
she sometimes gets sad bc he asks her about his grandmother and she never knows what to respond.
he loves braiding her hair (just like i hc jamie does). he loves playing with hair in general (grayson's especially). he likes burying his nose in it and stuff.
she's super protective (but not in a toxic way). he once got punished at school for defending a kid getting bullied. she said such draw dropping things to the principal he revoked the punishment and made him class president (moral of the story, don't mess with avery)
she usually knows when jamie and him are pranking her, but she knows it means a lot to her son so she acts surprised.
they love looking at picture books together of jamie and her on trips when they were younger. he asks tons of questions and it makes him feel like he knew them when they were younger (they sit on the floor with tons of pictures around them laughing)
avery made him this board he can hang stuff on so that, whenever they go on trips and he gets a new souvenir (keychain or charm), he can hang it up there. he wants to travel the world when he's older.
when they go on trips together, avery puts him on her shoulders so that he can see everything. he's really curious and hates feeling excluded.
he loves reading and talking to avery about all of his favorite books. he's super into thrillers and murder mysteries.
she loves buying him sweaters because she finds them super cute on him and he loves them too cause they’re soft. she tends to buy them in green so that it matches his eyes (he has jamie’s eyes)
when he was really young (like newborn), she used to love playing with his hair. he didn’t have much of it, but what he did have was really soft and she found playing with it to be comforting
when he’d have nightmares, she’d cradle him in her arms and sing him to sleep. he found her voice super comforting and thought it chased away the ‘bad guys trying to scare him’
avery always had to change his clothes when he was younger. he used to undress himself and walk around naked all of the time forcing avery to put his clothes back on or he’d be spilling stuff on his shirt which avery would then have to replace.
#the inheritance games#jameson hawthorne#grayson hawthorne#avery grambs#nash hawthorne#xander hawthorne#libby grambs
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Ever Locked
Part 2: On the Rocks
Part 1: New Beginnings?
pairing: Older!Leon Kennedy x Ex!Coroner’s Assistant Reader
warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, talks of enjoying inflicting emotional and physical pain on another, getting off to crying, jerking off, crying, talks of imagining sex, male and female body parts
extras: this fic will also be slow and longer, we’re telling an entire story, i want it to be detailed with Reader and Leon as well as introducing Marina and Ryan. I hope you guys enjoy i have so so so many ideas and rough drafts already written. next part should be out Saturday! and i may write another and post it Sunday as im off both days <3
Glass, wet to the touch, my finger dragging across it to leave a small smear mark between the residue. The ice clinking to the side of the glass as the cup was lifted to my lips. That dark haired girl had said she'd be in soon. I could wait, I'd waited 7 years to see her again. I wasn't waiting any longer than I had to. The amber liquor burnt on its way down, the dribble sliding down my cheek, black leather sleeve coming up to wipe away the drop. She'd be here soon... just be patient, Leon. She's gonna be hesitant at first but... I was so loving to her. Those damn coffees and breakfast- was what we had not good enough for her?
All those years, the day the world ended, so had mine. I lost her, part of me actually thought she'd died in the mess that was Raccoon City. September 29th, 1998. Now it sat, September 26th, 2004. 7 years since I've felt the warmth of her body, the softness of her hair... since hearing those beautiful moans and whimpers of pain. I needed her, those 7 years passed quickly. From meeting Ada, Claire and Sherry, to being pulled into the government and told that with my joining USSTRATCOM, Sherry Birkins would live a normal life, the choice truly wasn't mine. I wanted a life of a normal man. A wife to come home to, soft lips to kiss good night, preferably by now, age 28, I'd have a kid or two- preferably with the woman i set out to find once more, the shy coroner's assistant. Instead, I'm a DSO Agent, currently under MIA status, I knew I was in for it the moment anyone found me. My... habits have become a bit more... flavorless. The whiskey in front of me the 20th bottle I've probably had in the last month. Sliding from shit hole to shit hole, waiting until closer to the anniversary of the day she slipped from my fingers, to trap her once more.
Of the two of us, i'm sure i've changed the most, my hair darker, a brown instead of that bright blonde i was so proud of. My beard had slightly grown out, no razor was worth leaving the bottle or whatever hotel i huddled up in. The shitty lighting of the bar didn't hide her though. As soon as she walked in, I knew it was her. She hasn't truly changed, much, after so many years. Her hair was longer than before, her eyes more tired than I was use to seeing. What was causing her such restless nights? Did she miss me as much as I missed her? I knew the government has sent her off with some money and her car before they blew the town to hell and back, but that's all they'd tell me, not a where she went or even an answer to "how was she?".
My eyes didn't leave her, specifically her chest as she chatted with the shorter girl. That shirt nearly had her everything on show, men staring down her shirt as they passed, catching a glimpse of the top of her breasts, before she disappeared behind the bar. The other girl looking down at the ground, where she crouched.
It didn't take long for her to pop back up, cleaner and a dingy rag in her hands. She wiped idly at the empty bar, her eyes still lingering on the other girl. She was very chatty, she talked about how much him and her friend would be perfect... she was right. That woman was perfect for me, I didn't plan on leaving the weeping town without her. I drove my ass over three thousand miles to see the girl I dreamt of holding every night... dreamt of pounding the ever loving shit out of her. Wanted to see her swole with my child, I stayed up at night, wondering if our child would look like her... or me. Would they have my blue eyes and her hair? Her eyes and my hair? I hope they got her lips and eyebrows. My chin fell to my chest, a soft sigh falling from my lips, a smirk causing the corners to twitch. I wanted that life with her... but she ran. She could've waited for me, asked them to tell me where she'd be. Then again, i don't think anyone thought i'd survive those years in between, in training under Jack Krauser.
My eyes flickered back to the bar, wanting to see her face once more, to study her in her new habitat. The first thing that caught my eye was a manicured finger pointing at me, that girl had a big mouth- a growl fell from my lips for a moment. She couldn't have just not told her? She had to give away his position and all? Then, my eyes scanned the woman next to her, ending at her eyes, the same smirk on my lips. God, I've missed her. The glasses between her fingers fell to the floor in a sharp crash, her body stepping back instantly. I couldn't help but laugh, my chest rocking as i thought about how careless she always had been. Something's never change, bunny... some things were destined to be- we were destined to be.
We were. We always had been, a shy, careless bunny and her protective, dangerous wolf. Her figure ran, fast as she whipped out the Motorola Razr, pink... fitting for her. She must be making more money here than i thought. A five hundred dollar cell phone, she could afford that on a bar salary? I don't think so... there has to be more to her new life.
My own Razr ringing as i assumed another call from Chris to ask me where i've been or if i was even alive. His call ending to raise the 27 missed calls to 28. Nothing was going to stop me from getting her, i wasn't as naive as before. I had grown, my training showing me gaps in my methods, the scumbags that hurt and caused damage showing me new ideas as well- but mine were for protection. Mine were for her, like i said all those years ago. I'd do anything for her, even putting up with her accusations and her eager willingness to be in danger. Even if she threw away my money like some other boy lusting after her attention. I was, am and will forever be, her soul mate. Her impression is laid into my heart and brain. Something i was never able to change, she deserved to be there. She was a religion. Something i had to have, an addiction, something to be looked at and adored, worshiped... something i was missing in my life away from Raccoon City.
My cock ached thinking about those soft pitiful whines that fell from her lips, the moment her head hit my tile. The moans from her plump lips as she came undone on me, gushing that forbidden nectar all over my sheets, my name on her tongue like a shunned prayer. Someone she pleaded for, unknowingly calling out for the devil to catch her. Caught her, I did... until fate decided to be cruel. My fingers brushed over the growing ache from my pants, the slit of my cock pressed to the zipper as the my hips jerked up, brushing it against the angry tip.
My thoughts were broken by someone asking for the manifestation of religion. "Hey, Marina! Where is she?", a sharp pin prick stabbed at my spine, a quirk in my lips as i see the unsteady man. His hands on the bar as 'Marina' points to the back room. All i could see was a white dress shirt, and black slacks. He better not be fucking her- only i can touch something like her, something created for my pleasure and sight. Her teary eyes and drool collecting at the corner of her mouth. A jerk from my dick had my whiskey at the back of my mind, quickly jumping up to rush to the bathroom.
Stupid fucking bunny. My arm rested on the stall wall, elbow dug into the metal as my palm brushed the exposed skin. Shirt tail tucked between my teeth as my hand started to fist at the hardened flesh. I could hear soft cries- hers... the bathroom must be next to the employee room. Her cries were like a sirens call, precum smeared across the sensitive flesh as my hips snapped up with the pace i had set for myself. Imagining her, that pretty face under me, her eyes rolled up to watch as i pumped my shaft, staring at those beautiful eyes. Wouldn't waste my cum on her face, no matter how tempting. Would have her bouncing on my cock, her pussy walls clenching down on my cock, tip nudging against her cervix and bumping into her soft spot as i rocked my hips. A louder sob left her lips as i felt a jolt in my cock, pumping faster. She was just so pretty... those pretty clear tears causing her eyes to gloss over. Her mumbled and moans- "fuck..", my hand slows, feeling the twitching of my cum shoot out onto the rim of the toilet seat.
"disgusting.", the realization of what i had just done hitting me, "jerking off to a sweet bunny crying in the men's bathroom?", a dry laugh falling from my lips. "yeah- some things don't change.", the memory of doing the same at RPD flashing to mind. I'd fucked myself to the sound of her laughter more than once. Those red lacy underwear hidden in my drawer, ready for the next time i needed a stabilizing moment. A sniff, a jerk off... anything. The toilet paper was damn near falling apart as i wiped off the cum from the tip of my cock, a hiss leaving my lips. The sensitive skin, overworked by my palm. "Shit- use to be better about not getting so over worked.", an annoyed yet amused tone to my words.
The slamming of the bathroom door caught my attention next, i felt like a damn dog outside for the first time, jumpy and slightly buzzed. My hand landed on the stall door, sliding it open to be faced with the same white shirt and black slacks. Black hair combed back and pale skin- she certainly tried to stay away from anything close to me, didn't she?
The man washed his hands, a groan leaving his lips as he realized he didn't have any paper towels to dry his hands. "Got toilet paper, but the shit nearly falls apart on you.", i added, i wonder if she said anything to him yet. If he recognized my presence had been the one to distraught her so deeply. Her soft sobs could still be heard. "Yeah... i'll pass, thanks.", he side eyed me, brown eyes wide and weirded out. "Yeah, no problem.", my hands came up to wave him off. I wanted to know more, where was he from- what was he to her? Boyfriend, probably... but that just won't do. I had to keep her with me, she was my forbidden fruit. The future mother to my children, my bunny... my little play thing. The man started to turn to walk away, his hand resting on the door as he turned his head to take a final peek. "Have a good rest of your day.", the man spoke up. "Yeah, you too. Hey- I didn't catch your name.", I knew for a fact he knew now, his side eyes not passing my radar. I was trained in body language, he didn't want to take his eyes off me, he saw me as a threat. "I didn't throw it.", he dead panned, his look slightly more angered. "Right... right...", what was this guys name again? It popped up under the same address as hers.
Ken? Ren? Rylan- Ryan! "Sorry...", my hands met under the water, washing away the sins that lingered on my skin. "Have a good rest of your night, Ryan.", i hummed, as casually as possible, my eyes catching his in the mirror. "I caught it.", i quickly add, maybe giving him any insight that i knew anything was stupid, but i didn't care. "Yeah... you too, Leon.", a chuckle left my lips, maybe she hadn't picked someone too different as the annoyance and anger clung to his words. A smirk fell on my lips, becoming more familiar to my features the more i stayed in this busy town. I didn't reply, just watching as he walked out, thinking he had the upper hand. He doesn't, he won't- bunny was mine, I owned her. I had staked my claim 7 years ago on that girl and I'd be damned if I lost it now.
Ryan... I'll have to look that up later. Keeping all my tabs on the new life she built for herself. I was more careful this go around, despite the ache that quickly came back to my groin from the power exchange...!i would wait, plan... figure out how and when to take her back to the house i built. A family home, build from the foundation up on quite a few acres, stuck in the middle of a very small town. This will be our home, sweet bunny... we'll have a family, somewhere where it's just us. I'm tired of fighting for everyone else to have their happy endings, for them to get to shine while i suffer... This time, i'll be selfish, i'll get what i want and i won't allow my broken bird to fly, my little bunny to hop. Instead, she'll be mine, changed and tamed... kept away from the unsafe world, kept private and secret from nearly anyone. If only i could get rid of the suspicion of the man and the fear she held on me. I just wanted a life, i'd get it. One way or another, i was getting my family home and filling it with little Kennedy's.
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AGFC pt.5
A/n: Last chapter for now. I'm happy with this kind of conclusion. I've been feeling a bit down lately with my writing. like... insecure about it. I have all these W.I.Ps and Ideas but I don't think I got that oomph that I had when I started this blog ya know. If Im going to continue this series then it'll probably follow Young Justice season 3. Maybe Y/n will make an appearance in season 2 with Kaldure ya know. Anyway! Enjoy, let me know what you think :)
Stay hydrated! Drink water plz
Y/n knew Jason was dead. It didn’t matter how fast her father was on his batmobile. She did the math, he won’t get there in time. Y/n sat in an isolated room, no different from the one Clark had put her in all those years ago. Except this time she was in the bat cave. She scratched at her inhibitor collar as she reflected on all the memories that Megan had stolen from her. No wonder Lex was after her, she was talented. Her fighting style was unmatched. With the right pressure points her opponent can lose control of their arm. A simple tap on a nerve and they’re out of the fight. Suddenly the door opened revealing Alfred holding on to a tray of cookies. A dry laugh escaped the girl before she turned her body to face away from the butler.
“Lady Y/n-”
“Bruce will be mad at you if you’re here. He might disown you Alfie.”
Alfred closed his eyes. It pained him to see her like this. He placed the tray down and took a seat behind her. She felt his presence, but more importantly she felt a slight draft coming into her cell.
“I’ll speak to Bruce about this. Y/n understand that you are an amazing girl. Capable of so much good in the world.”
Now y/n felt tears swell her eyes “I’m a weapon Alfred. Do you think someone dressed like this saves people? Ha! And what of that Martian girl. She gets a slap on the wrist for messing with our memories.”
Alfred was about to say something but The sound of Tim’s voice echoed in the cave.
“Bruce said not to talk to her till he got back.”
That finally set her off. Y/n closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She was going to save Jason. Then she’ll run away. Forget this family. Forget everyone!
Y/n quickly stood and Jammed two fingers along Alfred’s shoulders stunning the man. She then applied pressure to other parts of his back and arms successfully subduing him. Alfred fell to the floor as numbness seeped throughout his body. he looked back in shock as Y/n grabbed a cookie that had fallen and fled the cell. But she wasn’t in the clear yet. She needed to get the inhibitor color off. Tim took a stance infront of where the key cards were held.
“You’re not getting pass me Y/n”
Tim didn’t expect her to move so fast. He was able to block and evade some of her moves but as soon as she applied pressure on his calves he fell over.
“Pressure points works wonders when your facing an opponent bigger than you Timmy.” Y/n successfully knocked the teen out. She reached for the keycard and removed the collor. In an instant her powers returned.
“Don’t miss y/n please.”
Y/n flew to the door, looking down at the only man who showed up to all her events. Who fed her, to took care of her with all his heart. “I’m sorry Alfred. Goodbye.”
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Y/n couldn’t believe she actually made it. Her flight was slow but by pushing her feet against the air using her strength she was able to speed as fast as she ever could. It created a popping sound with every step, greatly satisfying her. Y/n broke into the safe house. Jason layed limp on the floor, y/n heard the sound of ticking. She frantically looked for the bomb.
“N-no time” Jason gasped for air, he didn’t know who was there to save him but he’s sure glad they’re here.
Y/n seemingly ignored his cry and continued searching. She was good at disarming bombes. Y/n confidently pulled out the bomb and clipped the right wire successfully stopping the threat. The girl laughed, she did it. She saved her brother. Y/n flew to Jason and grabbed under his arms. “Sorry Jay. I don’t know how to carry you properly. But I disarmed the bomb so we’re good.”
Y/n felt Jason’s body relax slightly as she dragged him out the door. It was then that she heard another beeping sound. Then another. Panicked she followed them to the walls of the shed. There were more. Was the bomb a trap?
Tick
Tok
Tik tik tok tik
“Y/n? What’s wrong.” Jason attempted to sit up but his broken bones sent pain throughout his body.”
“No. This wasn’t suppose to happen I. There’s more bombs. I can’t disarm them all. I… what.”
Y/n felt dizzy as the flush of sounds overwhelmed her again. Seemingly from every angle in the world. Jason crawled towards his younger sister. He accepted his fate but she gave him hope. Here he was thinking he was a failure. The motion happened so quick y/n cradled herself into a ball again pressing her ears together. She felt Jason enveloping her in a hug. “I got ya kid.”
*Boom*
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Y/n fluttered her eyes open. Snow fell from the sky. A mixture of white with black soot fell atop her nose.
Thump-thump
She heard the sound of a drum. When she tried to get up she noticed an arm over her.
Thump…. Thump.
No. It wasn’t a drum it was a heartbeat. Y/n frantically got to her knees to look down at her Brother. His mask and costume ripped. She herself felt pain along the side on her body. But no injury could amount to what she was facing.
“No… no no Jason no hang on. I’ll get help. I’ll find dad. I- I can still-“
Thump
Thump
“You- so cool-“ Jason attempted to smile. There was nothing she could do. It pained him to leave her like this. Y/n placed both of her hands on her face. Then to his chest. She can hear every pop and crackle from his broken bones.
Thump
…..
“Jay…. Speak to me. Please.”
Y/n didn’t scream. She was tired of that. Jason probably wouldn’t want that. She hugged her brother as the sobs grew louder. This wasn’t suppose to happen. She was suppose to prove to everyone that she was capable of being a hero. How could she explain this to Bruce? What would Connor think?
“What have you done?”
The dark knights deep voice made y/n freeze. She looked up, she felt tiny when looking at her armored father “He… protected me. I tried to save him I… I tried to-“
“What you did is got him KILLED Y/n!”
Y/n flinched. He never raised his voice like this.
Bruce realized his mistake. He walked towards them but Y/n frantically shuffled back. Just like she did Clark.
“You think I killed him? Ha…hahaha”
0 hours till Y/n Wayne Broke.
Y/n pressed her hands over her eyes “where were you! WHERE ARE YOU WHEN WE NEED YOU.” She looked up to see Bruce walking away with Jason. Not looking back at her at all “You never show up. And when you do YOUR LATE.”
Bruce turned to see y/n roll frantically on the grounds. Her laughter and pained screams haunted him.
“We’re just your solders. That’s why Dick left.” Y/n felt a different kind of pressure well up in her eyes. She looked to the sky and saw red.
Bruce watched as y/n shot lasers out of her eyes. He closed his eyes
“I’m sorry” he whispered. Bruce left with Jason, his priorities shifting.
Y/n heard him but she didn’t care. For a being who hears everything, that comment fell on deaf ears. For the first time she was alone. Was she free? She didn’t know. Y/n closed her eyes. She rose from the ground like a ghost and flew to the only person who’d maybe treat her fine.
***
Lex finished his nightly skin care routine. Feeling refreshed and ready for the day. What he didn’t expect was to find Y/n floating behind him. He let out a squeal before realizing it was the clone. Her eyes shut. Outfit ripped and burned. Blood dripping from her side as impailed glass seemingly pulsaded from her.
“You said I was a weapon they feared.” She said in a low tone.
She was broken. Lex smiled, he didn’t think it would work that fast. What must’ve happened to have this girl seek comfort from him of all people. Lex opened his arm.
“Come child. Together we can show them.”
Y/n slowly flew into his arms. No tears left to shed. Drifting off to sleep.
Epilogue
Bruce returned to the cave with Jason in his arms. His shoulders felt heavy, he’d failed his children like never before. Alfred quickly ran to his side but no words were exchanged. Bruce looked up at the butler, the pain in his eyes was severe.
The sound of the zeta tube chimed. Connor practically ran through with Tim close behind.
“I tried to stop him but-“
Both boys saw Jason. Connor noticed the lack of his sister.
“Where is she? What happened?”
Tim began shaking his head as he fell to the ground. Impossible she’s half Kryptonian. Alfred frowned aswell.
Connor clenched his fists “BRUCE! Where is my sister.” He too had time to reflect on his stolen memories, and he felt stupid. How didn’t he know she did something to them.
“I’m sorry… she’s gone.”
Alfred covered his mouth. Guilt began to sink in.
“N-no… no.” Connor fell to his knees.
On that day, Two members of the bat family were declared dead.
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MORE MASACRIK SMUT?? YALL WERE BEGGING FOR THIS I SWEARR.
ill never get tired of this man i swear.
Nsfw under the Cut
Someone asked for the Elevator man Masacrik so i delivered. This one may be a little more toxic guys dont cancel me. also my req's r open!!!
Warnings: porn with little plot. Not read proof. Stalking, toxic behavior, dubcon, mentally ill reader istg, drugging, aphrodisiac used, stalker!masacrik, yandere, kidnapping, mention of needles (onky one time) oral, blood kink, squirting,
It was a normal day. You just checked in the new dorm you got and oh boy it was perfect. Too perfect. It was clean and tidy but.... you had that awful feeling of being watched. Ever since you met that guy in the reception. Masacrik? Was his name. You know the one that makes sure everything's fine in the building. He was also responsible for the elevator there. It was old and rusty so you thought it was normal that he got in there with you. You could swear that you still felt his eyes on yourself even after locking the door.
You unpacked then took a shower, it was a long day so you wanted to rest. There were vending machines in the lobby so you decided to go there and get yourself a snack. It was too late to go to a store anyway.
When you walked out of your room you jumped. As the elevator was already on your floor. Open. It was empty. But the moment you stepped inside you felt someone behind you. There he was. His tall figure hoovering over you as you slowly turn around.
-Hello miss. Where are you headed at this ungodly hour?
You could recall his face from somewhere but you had no idea from where
-uhm. I was just. Going to buy something from the vending machines down stairs.
-Ah. I was making sure everyone's in their dorms by now.- he said as he pressed some buttons and the elevator moved with an ungodly screetch.
-im sorry i didnt want to cause trouble.
-its nothing dear. Just get what you want and lets hop you back upstairs shall we?
You felt your heart skip a beat. As you were deciding on the food you want. You looked up at the reflection in the glass of the vending machine. it hit you like a bus. You've seen him. Yesterday. And the day before. He always was near you. Following you around the town. You felt a shiver run up your spine as you were deciding what you should do. As you were ready to take off to the exit he grabbed you by your hand pulling you close to him. One of your hands was now on his shoulder. And one of his on your waist. You blushed a little. Yes he scared you. But he was so handsome. And his embrace was nothing but comfort for some reason.
-I've finally caught you sweetheart- he purred as the elevator doors closed and he sat down pulling you on his lap.
You looked at him with tears in your eyes.
-oh honey-his tone was so sweet it made you melt into his embrace- dont cry. We're going to be happy. I'm the only person you'll ever need alright? I'll treat you well sweetheart. Not like the other people in your life
Tears started rolling down your face as he was telling you about the smallest details of your day to day life for like 2 years back into the pass.
Was this scary? Really. But did somewhere in that twisted deprived mind of yours you found this cute? Also yes. Nobody cared about you that much as he did. You lost yourself in thought as you felt his cold hand brush away your tears. Then the elevator Stopped and he pulled you into his room. As you walked in the only thing you saw where pictures
A t o n of pictures.
-Pardon the mess princess-he said looking for something.
You looked around a tad shocked. Then you felt a sharp sting in your neck and everything went black.
You woke up in some room. You didn't recognize it. The thing you did recognize tho was the warm embrace of the man behind you. You turned around to look at him
-where are we..?
-somewhere no one will find you doll. You hungry? You were out cold for two days.-he said Giggling
-a bit
He picked you up carrying you to the kitchen. Then gave you some food and then some weird looking pills
-for the headache. Trust me Baby- he purred at you
You DID take them. And when you were washing your hands you felt them kick in. The warmth spreading through your body as you gripped onto the sink. You felt so woozy you barely walked out of the bathroom.
-Doll could you come here please?
You did. You aren't that stupid you wouldn't disobey him he was being so nice to you. You came up to him and he made you sit in his lap
-You know i love you dearly sweetheart right? -he whispered into your ear stroking your head.
You only nodded smiling like a fool
-That's why you trust me right?
His hand started stroking your inner thigh going a little under your skirt. Then you felt a tingle in your lower stomach. You got so aroused that you shivered all over. Was that normal..?
-Right...-your breath hitched. Nothing mattered to you at that point. You didn't know him at all. But he knew you. More than you knew yourself. You leaned into his touch shifting in place
-needy are we?
You nod trying to roll your hips against his fingers
-A aah don't move. -his hand held you in place as the other one was creeping up your thigh. Just to gently brush over your clothed pussy. Rubbing your clit gently as you spread your legs more resting them on the comforters of the armchair.
-mhmm~ i will make you feel good. I know how you touch yourself.. -He purred into your ear as you blushed.
And he did know. the moment he took off your panties two of his long fingers were inside of you. And his thumb was rubbing your most sensitive part.
You moaned. the aphrodisiac in your veins making you way more sensitive to his touch. You were putty in his hands.
-if you'll be a good little girl ill reward you. So obey.
He lowered his pants making you palm his dick through his boxers You did and oh. The reward? He had you sit at the edge of the armchair with your legs spread as he ate you out. Him, in front of you on his knees. As you tug and pull on his soft red hair. You cried his name as the coil in your lower stomach was threatening to snap really fast.
-Im.. uhg~! -you threw your head back as you felt the sharp pain in your thigh. His nails dig into your thighs drawing blood from them as he smeared it all over you. Making you snap. You came all over his face and he drank every last drop of it. He did not stop, making you shake and close your legs trying to make him pull away.
That was your greatest mistake. He looked up at you his face coated in blood and your cum.
-Get up. Now.
You did. You tried.. actually your legs were giving out. He sat down there pulling you to his lap again this time lining his hard dick with your entrance.
-wha-wait b-but..
-You'll handle this. -he said as he lowered you on himself. You grasped at his hands whining
- 's too big.. fuck.. wai-MnGh!~
-i Told you you'll live. Now behave love i would hate hurting you.
After a moment of discomfort you relaxed the aphrodisiac taking over your mind again. He was scratching that itch you had deep inside you forever. He kept a steady pace as he whispered into your ear
-look down princess you see how well you're taking me? Fuck i love you so much baby you're so good ugh~ -he moaned tightening the grip he had on you.
-mnGh~ i needed t-this.. uhghh..~ -you purred out. The sweet words of affection spilling from you as he gets more worked up from each and every one.
He quickened the pace losing himself inside you. Chasing his own high. He started hitting that one spot. It made you want to squirm away with only a few hits he had you cumming on the spot but when he kept hitting it not caring about your cries of overstimulation he made you squirt. And the sound you made and the feeling of your slick and cum running down both if you dragged him over the edge. He came inside not caring to pull out.
You both tried to calm your breathing as you curled up on his chest hugging him. After a moment of comfortable silence you sleepily asked
-what if they come looking for me?
-No one will look for you, and no one will ever find you have me and i have you. Not a single soul more kitty, now sleep -He said as he picked you up to wash you up a little and carry you to bed.
And you do, you do fall asleep hugging him tightly.
Rmemeber. He Love's you deeply~
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THANK YOU GUYS FOR SUCH ACTIVITY OMG
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Hiii <3 can you write an outsiders tickle fic where a female reader is really ticklish but tries her best to hind it from Dally but of course he finds out and takes advantage of her ticklishness? Dally is such a teasing tickler 🙈
{Yesss❗️❗️}
Dally and Y/N have been friends for a good few years now. They were two stereotypical boy - girl bestfriends. They would tease eachother, make fun of eachother just for fun and they would be reslly touching just for shits and giggles. They reslly didnt mind eachother, infact they loved eachothers company. Even if theyre both bitches to eachother 24/7.
Y/N invited Dallas over to her house just like any oher day. They were sitting in her bed while watching a horror movie and eating snacks. They loved having little movie days even if they did it almost everyday. It was always enjoyable for Dally to scare Y/N during the scary parts of movies because she would always give the best reactions.
Today, dally tried something new.
As they watched a new horror movie that came out, dally started to scare her. “You know this movie is based off a true story?” Dally said, glancing at Y/N as he tried to keep a straight face. “Shut up Dally, Its not!” Y/N nervously chuckled, trying her best not to seem scared even though she was literally hiding halfway under the blankets. “Yeah it was. I heard that the killer in the movie was actually real and that hes still out on the run or something” dallas replied, focusing his eyes back onto the tv where the movie was playing. “Cut your shit. I’m not that dumb to believe your shitty lies” Y/N groaned. She knew dally too well to fall for that. “Well, its not gonna be me who is gonna be out with you, protecting you from him” dallas smirked, knowing that Y/N didn’t believe his bullshit. “Ha, you think i need protection? Especially by you? Youre really funny, dallas” Y/N said, laughing lightly in his face. “Im gonna be the one laughing when your ass gets beat and murdered” dallas muttered quietly under his breath. He purposely said it quietly to tick Y/N off. Y/N glared at dallas. “I can protect myself you dumbass” Y/N said,rolling her eyes. “As if” Dallas added on, laughing as he poked her side to mess with her. Suddenly, Y/N squealed. Her face heated up red with embarrassment. Dallas stared at her with the most shocked but evil grin ever. “You ticklish, Y/N?” Dallas asked playfully. The grin never wiped off his face as he waited for an answer. “..no? Just caught me off guard” Y/N replied back but never looked at Dallas. She was too embarrassed to. “You sure, ma’am?” Dallas asked, not believing her for a second. “Yeah,now watch the movie you dork” Y/N muttered, forcing herself to keep her eyes strictly on the tv screen and nowhere else. “Oh yea? Lets see if youre lying, shall we?” Dallas insisted before creeping his hands behind Y/N’s back slowly. Y/N could already feel the tickly feeling creeping on her sides just from how dallas is taking his sweet ass time. She tried to block her sides with her elbows but she was too late.
Dallas suddenly dug his fingers into her sides, wiggling them all around. Y/N’s soft laughter filled up the room pretty quickly. “Dahahallas!!-” she screamed through her laughter. “Stahahawp it yohohou shithehehead!!” She added on. “Thought you werent ticklish?” Dallas whispered into her ear purposely pushing the air out from his lips harshly so that she could feel the tingly feeling on the side of her neck. That worked so well. It had her squirming her neck to the side, giggling aswell as trying to shove dallas’s hands away from her body. Dallas was too smart for that tho. He moved his hands quickly to different spots so that 1) she couldn’t get used to the feeling of tickling in one spot. 2) so she couldnt smack his hand away at any time. “Awh, does it ti- ti- tickle?” Dallas snickered, moving his hand up to Y/N’s ribs, then to her hips. Her hips made her laugh so uncontrollably. “cuhuhut it ohohout!!” She shrieked. dallas couldnt help himself but continue for another few minutes until Y/N was practically begging to be let go. “Im gohonna get yohohou back..” Y/N giggled out though he probably wasnt too serious about it. “Sure you will” dallas smirked.
#the outsiders#tickles#the outsiders tickle#ler!dallas#ler!dallaswinston#lee!reader#lee!femalereader#tickle fic
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*ive had to edit this post about 4 times already, sorry for scuff idk if its fixed yet??
hey tumblr dot com heres some magnus archives (literally just jon) content i posted to twitter but with significantly less rambling (its a mess over there... i am trying to make tma enjoyer friends but am also bad at doing such and have resorted to rambling) /hj /silly
currently drawing jon as i see him in each season/arc so yeah... the other 2 things were me figuring out how i wanna draw him generally (im still not 100% sure)
rambles and outfit inspo under the cut!
i finished the podcast a mere 3 days ago after finally getting back to it after like a year or something, and i will never be the same /hj
im already considering listening a 2nd time, both to take notes for behaviors n shit but also just to like- return to it in full lol
anyways heres the photos from pinterest im using as inspo for that first s1 outfit (button up with a tie under a green sweater vesr tucked into black slacks with a some kinda built in belt... bro probably go those oxfords too what a loser /aff /silly
ive already decided hes going to wear a long skirt around *checks notes* probably s3, post police warrant or whatever you want to call that whole arc (i say, knowing full well what to call it)
the rest of the outfits will be a silly surprise for now but yes. thrive knowing he will be put in a lovely skirt and will grow out his curly hair and be ever so queer (its 2am im just saying words atp)
im now going to sleep, so goodnight and feel extremely free to message me if you wanna ramble about tma or jon or something of that sort, i have no friends who have listened to tma as far as im aware XD
#if i sound like a wet cat...#its probably because i am#thats ok#it just means i have something in common with jon /hj#but really id love to be friends i promise i am normal and not an eldritch cryptid like being (questionable)#/silly#now the real tags#i will probably forget things as i usually do#the magnus archives#tma#jonathan sims#jon sims#magnus archives#uhhh...#yeah ive already forgotten what i wanted to tag#oh well#ickmicktalks#ickymicky#i think thats my art tag... i think...#im going to bed now
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Hello, I love your writing! Sorry if my request is kinda weird. Could your write about how the reader used to be close with Mello and Matt when they were at Wammy's. When they got older the reader seemed to have completely disappear, untill they randomly run into Mello and Matt on the street. How would they react?
─ ★ run in ... gn!reader
you were out of breath. running from the mafia because of a dumb mistake your friend made. he was probably dead by now and your legs were close to giving out. you didn't know how to get out of this mess, you knew you were dead if you looked back or stopped even for just a second. your life was flashing before your eyes. every memory or decision you'd ever made, good and bad.
you turned a corner and were met with a wall "no, no, no!" you desperately tried to find a way to escape this dead end. "don't move." some man with a gun threatened and you reluctantly followed his orders, lifting your hands above your head when he told you to. "boss is going to have fun with you." he evilly grinned and you swallowed a lump in your throat.
─ ★
you were thrown into a cold and dark room. it looked like some kind of basement. you didn't know what was going to happen next. and when you heard the door open and footsteps coming toward you, you felt like you were about to have a heart attack. "Y/N?" your head shot up when you heard the familiar voice call your name.
you were in too much shock to respond and he was quick to notice. he bent down to see your face better, and after confirming it really was you he sat in front of you, on his knees, making sure no one hurt you, well, too badly at least. "matt?" you finally croaked. "hey." he smiled and it comforted you. "whatcha doing down here?" he asked, hoping he didn't have to kill you.
you didn't know how to explain the situation, and quite frankly you were embarrassed. "my friend- he- i-" you paused and took a deep breath and matt rested his hand on your shoulder. "my friend did a drug run for, what im assuming, was one of your guys but he pocketed the money or something, i don't know. he kept it vague." you hoped matt believed you. "dumbass." he muttered under his breath before getting up and walking out of the room.
you began to panic. was he calling you a dumbass? did he not believe you? was he going to kill you? all the memories that you and matt shared, he was just going to kill you after all of it? you guys had spent your adolescent years together at wammy's and now he was just disregarding you? you were angry, but no more than you were scared.
"what is it matt? why can't you just fucking tell me?" you heard the distinctive voice that belonged to mello as the door opened again. "oh." mello stopped in his tracks when he saw you, his every question suddenly answered. "hi." you smiled awkwardly, hoping that if matt wouldn't save you, maybe mello would. "now, what were you and your friend doing messing with the mafia?" he scolded and you just shrugged.
"you're paying us back." mello stated and matt looked a little shocked. "and be grateful we aren't killing you." he sounded harsh but you couldn't miss his eyes scanning you for any signs of pain or blood and the hint of some weird tone in his voice that he didn't have before he saw you sitting there.
"how am i going to pay you back?" you questioned when matt started to undo the ropes that held your wrists and feet together. "wouldn't you like to find out?" he cockily responded before he began to walk out of the room. "uh yes that's why i asked!" you yelled after him and matt laughed. "he's always like this, you should get used to it." he smiled and helped you to your feet, hugging you promptly before leading you to mello.
i reread the request after i wrote this and it sounds like you might want headcanons so lmk if that's what you meant so i can properly do your request!
#─ ♡ death note#death note#death note x reader#matt death note#mello death note#matt x reader#mello x reader#mail jeevas#mihael keehl#mail jeevas x reader#mihael kheel x reader
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