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empty-blog-for-lurking · 9 months

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Here's my pitch for vld sequel. Based on bnha world's hero mission, a movie i have never seen from a series i stopped watching a long time ago (do not take seriously) #Alluralives #Kuronlives-

• Keith and Pidge get framed for like a very serious crime and are on the run and wanted across the universe.

• Allura is alive and there and it is never confirmed how (Someone: Wait, Princess Allura? Didnt you die? How are you still alive? Allura: Oh yeah i did almost die! However *background loud car crash noises, machine revving sounds, things falling sounds, cats sound in the background. Just basically that One troupe™, you know the one* and that is how i survived.)

• Kuron is also alive, it is also never confirmed how (Some completely random bullshit: *happens* Kuron: This is just like the day i came back to life)

• Anyway while Keith and Pidge are on the run, Allura and Coran are handling the diplomacy front since you know Keith and Pidge are both pretty high profile, Kuron Hunk and Matt along the Blades handle damage control, communication and extraction of Keith and Pidge. Shiro and Lance have the arguably the most important job, find out whodunnit while also distracting the detectives on the case from getting too close to Keith and Pidge.

• Lance and Shiro take this job Very very Seriously.

• Like Lance is playing up the dumb goofball as he "accidentally" "loses" the evidence and just doesnt seem to be "taking the job seriously" or is "unable to follow the instructions" really Detective, dont you know? The Blue Paladin is a very clumsy carefree guy! Honest!!!

• Shiro meanwhile is playing up the straight laced bureucrat rule follower. "No we can not go down there yet! We have to follow the protocol!!" Shiro says having never followed that protocol ever. "I am sorry but the rules clearly state we have to do this in this time consuming way" Shiro says knowing full well that rule is ancient and doesnt apply anymore. "I understand your concerns, however the procedure X95t-78v is a vital procedure required for any paperwork to go futher," Shiro says, he made that procedure up.

• Detective's partner suspects they are both full of shit, but cant prove it. Detective knows full well they are both full of shit, CAN prove it, but doesnt really care about it, because she's like 75% sure Keith and Pidge didnt do it.

• The Detective is by the way straight out of a Noir film, like it legit goes black and white when it is her pov and has full noir style narration going on, and she smells of cigars and coffee and rain and is also sopping wet and divorced

• Hunk goes from, "Ok guys i know this is hard but please you have to listen to us, we just want to keep you guys safe." To "I will literally throw hammers at both of you and get you arrested myself if you two dont shut the fuck up."

• Kuron is just vibing man, just chilling, doing his job, a bit red-eyed. He might be a bit high (he needs that weed to keep Traumas™ at bay)

• Allura is fighting for her life trying to handle the diplomacy front and put out fires. Everytime she and Coran make some headway Keith and Pidge end up on the front news after causing mayhem in some random planet and she has to start all over again

• Lance just knows soooo many people. He knows a Guy™ for everything. When asked he's like, "Oh it was during the time when Keith was off with BoM and Lotor was in ship. I kinda didnt have much to do so i just went off on my own." Lance, Lance why do you know these space pirates? Lance why do you know a famed recluse blacksmith who apparently also is a spy? Lance why do you know this mythic species thought to be long extinct? Lance why do you know a god of death? How the fuck do you know a God of Death, and why-why are they calling you babygirl?

• There is another God who knows Coran and calls him babygirl btw

• My main goal here is to gaslight people. There are some facts that were totally canon but reintepreted in a way that wasnt the writers intent. There are some facts that are canon but a little bit molded. There is atleast one episode/season that is hinted to be a mass hallucination and not canon at all. It works best if Netflix removes the original and its wiki gets corrupted./j

• Lgbtqia+ rep is Shiro and Curtis navigating their relationship through long distance, their own trauma and the post war era universe, atleast 2 characters being the focus in a valentine day episode only to come out as aroace, and a B-plot about Lance having just the most atrocious taste in men. Like men you wont believe were allowed to exist.

• i'll add more if i think of more

Dreamworks hire me/j

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pumpkinpie59 · 2 years

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i honestly want to share my thoughts on apritello bc i’m tired of people hating on it …

i personally don’t think they’re toxic. i used to, during my teen years. i had stopped watching the show because i had nothing to watch it on (didn’t have cable). and everyone online was complaining about apritello like it was the worst. so i took their word for it and didn’t really look into it myself.

but rewatching it recently has made me reflect on it more, and honestly?? while i recognize that they made tons of mistakes in their relationship from season 1 to mid-season 3, i can’t really hate either of them for it. they were KIDS. and kids (and heck, even adults) will make mistakes when dealing with romance for the first time. what matters is that they come to an understanding, meet in the middle, and grow to be better. and watching the second half of season 3 onward, i was convinced by their actions towards each other that they had grown! both as individuals and as a duo. donnie backed off while still caring for her and supporting her, and april had his back too, letting him know when he was too much and showing him care and affection when he needed it.

actually there’s a quick scene in season 4 episode 1 where in the background, right after casey and donnie hug april in celebration, april gives donnie a look and he backs away apologetically. and then she smiles at him and they continue to celebrate. she’s giving herself boundaries for both of them, and he’s respecting that.

(kinda hard to see but here it is in the background)

i think the main reason that people feel so icky about them is because there was no scene where the two of them talked about their relationship on camera.

i personally don’t need to see them talk to believe that they grew closer based on their actions alone, but i can see why it would confuse people. but i do believe they talked off camera.

the writers obviously wanted to focus on other plot things instead of on the drama that is apritello, and i blame a lot of that on nickelodeon thinking that they’ll lose viewers if they show a human and a mutant get together.

the only time in the second half of the show where their relationship reaches a danger zone was the whole aeon crystal situation, but i don’t blame april or donnie for what happened. april obviously couldn’t control herself very well, and donnie was trying to respect her boundaries while still making sure she was okay, which proved difficult.

but they got through that. donnie forgave her and never gave up on her, and it was through her affection for him that she beat za-naron. actually even before she was completely possessed, there were moments when she had unbridled rage (toward shinigami), and donnie was the one to take her out of it.

and from then on they’re almost constantly next to each other.

i do wish we could’ve seen them like,,, actually get together on camera, but i am basically convinced they were dating during season 5.

#tmnt #tmnt 2012 #apritello #tmnt donatello #april o'neil

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thatonekreachur · 4 months

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So here is the story of how I got into elemental, I have no idea what I should say for the introduction, except that you can reblog this so other people can see it.

The story begins somewhere in late june or early july, I don't even know the date for when I watched it but I remember that it was before the Fourth of July. I was on a summer vacation to my grandma's house, and she decided we can go an watch this movie in the theater. At first, before I watched the movie, I thought it looked decent, judging by the trailers that literally made the movie look like some generic boring Zootopia rip-off that is only gonna be visually pleasing and nothing else. Let's just say the actual movie isn't like what I said before.

So then me, my grandma, and my two siblings went to see Elemental, and lucky for me, I didn't know that it will change my whole life, and my whole point of view of things.

Like where do I even start to begin with??? First off, how gorgeous those visuals look. I can't even explain these visuals!! Let me try... It is like getting your eyes assaulted by the most colorful most vibrant thing you have ever seen in your life, and these visuals really stick out during the sunset and night scenes. Like, even the cinematography is amazing, that beach scene still has me in awe to this day.

And these visuals, combined with the believable character personalities, that serious undertone, that well executed romance story with these other subplots, interesting backstories for our mcs, the score which I can't describe with words alone, and the worldbuilding, especially the worldbuilding...

So, if you took a peek into my account, you can probably see that I have a non human worldbuilding project blog that is very new. I am a big worldbuilding enthusiast, especially when it comes to non humans, or at least creatures that vaguely resemble humans, and this movie is no exception. Like, the worldbuilding in this is pretty unique and interesting, and because of it, I am literally hungry for MORE at this point.

I know there's the unlikely friends book, I have heard that it has more tasty info for me, but my anxious ass unfortunately does not let me have it for myself 😢

Lets also talk about the phenomenal score itself. Like, I have never heard such beautiful music before in my life, and guess what? It fits with the theme of this movie. I don't really have much left to say about the score, so there.

There's also the character personalities. Each character has their own unique quirks, backstories, and other stuff that really makes them feel like individuals in the movie. Heck, even the background characters all look unique from each other. Go ahead, you can make an oc out of these background characters, I'm all in for it.

I also like the serious tone this movie is going for. The first few minutes into this movie and I was like "wow! I kinda like how pretty serious this looks!". I am a sucker for animated movies that always focus on the plot and they don't need any potty jokes or any other kinds of childish humor to move it forward. (well, the exception is captain underpants, or any other movie that had a good story..). Because then, it would prove to the Oscars or any other person or company that animation is not just for babies, one year olds, and little kids, but for people to enjoy from all ages.

There is also the racism subplot somewhere in the movie. I heard some say that this subplot that I mentioned felt kinda forced, and that they tried to shove it down our throats in a "hey, this happened, and now your supposed to care about it!" kinda way. But for me, I would say no. You see, it also had at least some buildup even from the beginning too.

And finally, I haven't told you about this before, but I unironically love credits scenes. I know that the purpose of the credits scene is to tell the audience "hey we made this movie!", but... there are some animated movies that have moving 2d pictures with text while the most banger song you have ever heard plays in the background, and this movie has it all. Like, for some reason it makes me happy and relaxed...

Anyways the movie is over, and we walked out of the theater booth. This movie has changed so much of me that I needed to go pee afterwards (I held it in because turns out I love this movie so much and I needed to watch all of it and I won't miss some important scenes). Now, let me say this: elemental was the perfect movie for me, this movie gave me a reason to live, a reason to be happy that I'm alive on this earth right now. I wouldn't imagine not having eyes or ears, because I wouldn't be able to see or hear the beautiful things in this movie if I don't have either.

This was on the poster for the theater booth we walked out. I don't know why I included this, maybe it's because my hyperfixation is kicking in...

Anyways, happy new year everyone.

#pixar elemental #elemental 2023 #AUTISM RULES!!!!

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cupidstwin333 · 1 year

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hi can i ask for a romantic obey me matchup? :D i'm 20, agender bisexual and i go by she/he/they pronouns! physical: i'm 165cm, i have short black hair and im on the chubbier side personality: infj, social on online spaces where i struggle to be social irl :( once im comfortable enough and with the right crowd i find myself wanting lots of attention from them instead of feeling awkward and shying away when in love i make sure im loud and clear enough about my honest feelings, try to communicate a lot and i have the tendency to give generously which kinda makes it easier for anyone to take advantage of me if they wanted to :0 some flaws are that im very anxious, struggle with self worth issues and i have adhd hobbies: very generic hobbies like games, listening to music, cooking :] i avoid outdoor activities unless someone is willing to accompany me and there's something else i love but its not a hobby i really like cats lol cats are my special interest idk what else to put hehe thanks if u do mine!

After a long time of thinking 💭 your match is...

Leviathan

Background:

You just arrived at the house of lamentation after a long day at RAD. You ran up to your room and lay on your bed, you let out a deep sigh. "ugh…finally, I'm home." That's when you realized what you just said. Home?? you've been in Devildom for 2 weeks now and it was ''literally'' HELL. Your social anxiety worsened each day and you felt homesick. It's not like you didn't try to communicate with them, but getting to know that many people all at once was very intimidating and draining to you. And all the demon brothers didn't seem to be bothered, they just assume you were shy and homesick. They didn't know how much you'd been suffering. You felt the tears welling up. That's when you heard a notification from your computer. You've recently been playing this online game that's very popular in Devildom. You're quite good at gaming and you enjoy doing it since it keeps distracted from those miserable feelings.

ruri_chanshusbando3(can we guess who it is?):Hi! ruri_chanshusbando3:I saw that you were ranked no.1 and I'm in 2nd place. Which is unusual since I am ranked first place in all the games I play.

You looked at the message on your screen, took a deep breath, and sat down properly.

dead_and_inHell: well it's not that hard to rank first, just focus on the tail of the monster. It lights up when the monster is about to attack. And you shouldn't be on the offense all the time. ruri_chanshunbando3: I see. How about I challenge you! to see who really is the best?

you didn't realize you were smiling at your computer screen.

dead_and_inHell: I accept your challenge.

The terms and rules were explained to you and you started a new game. You were concentrated on beating this person. To prove to them that you were ranked first place for a reason. After an hour you won! It wasn't easy, he was really good, but you were better. You send him a smug message, bragging about your victory.

dead_andinHell: for someone so confident, you lost pretty embarrassingly! ruri_chanshusbando3: Tbh I am really not confident, like at all! My social anxiety is so bad I can't even go to school. I follow online classes instead.

Your expression softened, You didn't know you'd meet someone like you through a game. You two chatted for a while and became online friends. You went to bed not feeling homesick for the first time because your head was filled with the thought of your new online friend.

How it started:

You sat in your room and were chatting with ruri_chanshusbando3, it was 4 months and you never heard his voice, nor saw him, and you didn't even know his real name, but somehow you had strong feelings for him. He was a stranger, but at the same time, you felt like you knew everything about him. And the two of you understood each other so well. He gave you a few anime recommendations and he told you about all of his theories about the plot and characters, you were lying if you said you weren't intrigued. You weren't the biggest otaku, but the way he articulated it made you want to hear more. Before you could ask about the character that died in season one, but "didn't really die" according to his theory, Lucifer called your name and told you dinner was ready. You stood up and left the screen on the messages and walked to the dining hall. Leviathan was still in his room and was waiting for a response but after a few minutes of being left on read, he stood up and walked towards the dining hall. He walked past your room and heard a familiar tune. He gasped "It couldn't be!" he became curious and entered your room and his suspicion was correct. He grinned, he had a little crush on you for a while now, and you being his online friend made it better. During dinner, you noticed how Leviathan was staring at you. It was more than usual, and you avoided his gaze "Leviathan why aren't you eating? If you don't want it you can give it to Beel." Lucifer spoke up. Leviathan nodded and ate his food. After dinner you got a message from ruri_chanshusbando3 it said to close your eyes and count to ten. You thought it was silly but you complied. You closed your eyes and started to count out loud and you felt a presence. "you can open your eyes now" a voice commanded you after you were finished counting, That voice! "Leviathan" you said. "Wanna watch that anime with me?" he said with rosy cheeks and avoiding your gaze. After that you two became inseparable. And the other demon brothers got so confused about how the two of you became so close since you two barely speak to anyone.

General headcanons:

💘The two of you have sleepovers with an anime marathon, a bunch of snacks, and no sleep.

💘To the two of you are inseparable, you always find yourself doing something with leviathan.

💘 Leviathan is a hopeless romantic but as soon as he tries he’ll shy away and will be red as a tomato 🍅.

💘 When he sees you spending time with someone else he’ll get very jealous (don’t forget that he’s the avatar of envy after all).

💘 Leviathan begs you on a daily basis to cosplay as ruri-chan.

Other possible matches: Belphegor and satan

I'd appreciate it if you'd repost this, and I hope you've enjoyed reading it <3

#obeyme matchup #obey me headcannons #obey me #obey me levi x mc #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #obey me levi x reader #leviathanobeyme #hopelessly in love #matchups

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canisaysomethingg · 2 years

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July 24, 2022

I always imagine how amazing it would be to have the power to express one’s thoughts so easily. I notice whenever I am lost, all I want to do is write it down with the hope of maybe, just maybe, if I can lay it on the table, my thoughts would not be so tangled and sad. Cause if you can easily express it, then you can analyze it, figure out what is wrong, and inevitably solve it sooner or later.

But that is not the point why am I writing now, I am currently on the latter part of my vacation. In two weeks, classes will resume. I remember as a child I love vacation so much. No lessons to prepare, no anxiety with school works, and having all the free time for yourself. However, growing up, I do not love vacations as much as I love it before. All this free time gives me free time to think, and man, thoughts can be really scary. But it is not like I always overthink, especially when I spend time with friends and watch animes in between. Oh, I just finished watching Naruto Shippuden. It was so amazing. How can someone think of those background stories per character. Everything was a masterpiece. But, I think it would be so different if I watch it when I was younger. When I’m less miserable with life I mean. I remember watching Alice Academy when I was young and how convinced I am that I am the protagonist in real life. and how I watched Dragon Balls and also being convinced that I am Son Goku. I remember I was at the back of our house and screaming like how saiyans did trying to unlock my saiyan form. It was fun being convinced like that. But going back with naruto, man, I cried hard. There are these intricate emotionally-woven words that always get me no matter how many times I hear them. and to top it off, the strategy of naruto is to give u this dilemma that no one is ever bad. It’s just these villains are also heroes but failed, unrecognized, kind heroes. Have you ever felt that when u watched inspiring scenes, that it gets through you so hard, and you think you can change the world like those characters did. Problem with getting older, is that only lasts for minutes. Not long enough like how I was convinced that I am Goku for weeks during my childhood. Also, I noticed watching anime now makes me feel shitty with myself. Even though those characters are not real of course. But yeah, I just feel shit cause obliviously, I compare it to my life. and damn, all those screamings with son goku sessions did not prepare me on how hard my heart screams right now. But that’s another story. Cause I do not want this to be a sad discussion.

Oh yeah going back to Naruto. My favorite backstory was with Mighty Guy-sensei. He’s a good one. I always know I am an Itachi guy but wow guy sensei that guy just pierced my soul. He and his dad proves that effort is effort. But I already know that I mean, that effort is effort. Cause you know I was not born smart, pretty, sexy, appealing and other wonderful stuff that makes people amazing. It’s hard to admit at first that you are just mediocre especially if all your life youre trying to be son goku hahahah. But yeah, I am just super regular. But yeah, that is true though, that effort is effort. I am 26 years old and honestly, most of my life, with confidence( not being cocky) I have been putting so much effort... cause effort is effort. and it reaps off. I was at the top of my class since nursery. My cousins play while I am locked up studying. Everyone knows that I am the smartest not only in my family but in my clan. Even the neighbors know. haahahah They said that my dad was super smart so I inherited some genes u see. hahaah. Also my mom was super scary and strict when it comes to studying. I remember I was so scared when I was in grade 6 that I cheated. I change my score cause my mom needs to sign it. But it was not always like that, I had so much fun growing up. I think if I wouldnt groom like that, I would not be a nice kid. or hardworking, or patient, or with determination. I’m kinda glad that my mama raised me that way. Even though 90 percent of my childhood Im resenting them for pressuring me so hard. But that’s the thing about growing up, u realized stuff.

I dont know why I talk about that part of my childhood which is a total diversion from the topic I wanna write about. But yeah, let’s keep that part. Going back to “effort is effort”, I put effort not only in studies but also with people. I have a lot of friends. I always think this is my best skill. I can befriend anyone and anything. I talk to dragonflies and insects growing up and considering them as friends. I dont know, it might sound weird with others, but I value life. It is on the premise that I think everyone is just trying to survive, and I think those dragonflies are good in surviving more than I do. All I do is bluff and endure. hahahha Endure is such an emotional word for me. I also think I am enduring so much all my life. I want to contextualize it more and tell stories about how I “endure” but I hope it’s okay to be upfront now and tell directly that Im enduring so much and Im so sad and I hope one day i will not be enduring anymore and I can be myself and I dont have to put a tough, smile, warm persona everytime cause tbh im dead cold hahah and its ok to be dead cold and tell that im hurting and im not ok

but yeah that wont happen so I guess ill have to endure more and more haha

Sorry for that part, but going back to my story, i really do put a lot of effort with people. Even with the smallest stuff I consider them more rather than my feelings. Its not like im trying to be nice and be a hero but i just couldnt help it. I just want others to be comfortable cause I know that they are also enduring u see. All of us do. Hmm but its funny how most people think im good with people but thinking about it, if im so good with people that everyone just considers me an option. People choose other people, but with me, im just a brocolli on the plate. Not the main meal but just something to compliment the meal hahaah. but again, brocollis are nice and it makes u healthy thats whty i hate it so much on why am i getting sad about it. Mostly im grateful cause im still on the plate, but sometimes i just want to be left on the ref and rot there and neglected at all rather than being used just to compliment something. hahaha

i dont know, am i too hard to be cared for?

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televinita · 7 months

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Library Triage!

I have a reading triage on deck, but first I gotta plow through my actual mother-of-god-how-do-they-multiply-so-fast library checkouts first to try and make sense of them all (27!! with like. at least 10 active requests and/or books I'm gonna pull off the shelf tomorrow)

DVDs I Checked Out For Circ Numbers And/Or Have Watched And Can Return Any Time Now: 6 (CSI Vegas; Hours; Anywhere But Here; Little Women PBS version; La Brea S2; Doctor Who S10 -- i assure you this last one was pure circ numbers)

Books Ready to Return: 2 (Miss Nelson is Missing - checked out purely by chance for funsies and circ numbers when I saw it; The Runaway's Diary graphic novel)

Books I Have Read But Am Keeping 'Til I Write Reviews: 2 (The Last Bookseller; Home Before Dark)

CDs Out: 2 (one Maddie & Tae as a fun option to have in the car; one Loreena McKennitt, although honestly that one is probably ready to go back; Lost Souls didn't grab me)

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Other DVDs Out: 10 (!!) (listen I am Going Hard on my vow to single-handedly prove physical media still has value to patrons and the library should not consider eliminating it. there has been no actual discussion of this but I see the DVD section shrinking, I see it!!)

Marley & Me: this WAS just for circ numbers but now I'm looking at it like "oh yeah this movie is amazing actually" and I've kinda been on an Owen Wilson kick this year, so maybe I should actually watch it first.

2-4. Scott & Bailey, S3-5: these were ALSO just for circ numbers but then I remembered I actually do like this show and it's weird I never got past S2*...so I've watched S3 and now I kind of want to finish, and also want to keep them all out so they can be returned and easily reshelved together. (*i also realized one episode into S3 that I may not have actually gotten past 2x03? but oh well no looking back; I hated those 3 episodes so SURGING FORWARD)

5. Doctor Who: The Day of the Doctor: I! Will! Watch! It! (ONE of these times it's gotta actually go through...)

6. Doctor Who: Series 11 (Thirteen my beloved!! What if...what IF I wanted to randomly start)

7. Doctor Who: The Animation Collection: "WHAT U MEAN GEORGIA TENNANT VOICED A (non-Jenny) COMPANION CHARACTER IN ONE OF THESE FEATURING TEN I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW EXISTED." and I thought I might revisit Infinite Quest while I'm at it, though I have thus far done neither.

8. Good Omens: when you finish S2 and are immediately like "I need the option to revisit season 1 right now, in a way where you can easily skip around to favorite parts in the episodes in VLC instead of struggling through the laggy Amazon Prime interface," but now it's been over a month and you haven't actually opened the case. but you still might. (I should probably throw in the towel huh)

9. Around the World in 80 Days: oh yeah. forgot I started this. (Suranne Jones and the rest of the lady police gang are very distracting ok)

10. Broadchurch, S3: originally for circ numbers and then I remembered I actually never got around to this season (but am still excited to! eventually!)

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Other Books Out: 5

1. Cabin Tripping: mostly a coffee table book, beautiful photos based on the Instagram of the same name with a bit of text. I wanted to look through it properly and use it to get myself in the mood for the RV / road trip books I was considering reading, but I think those have receded into the temporary background so I should probably send this back as well. temporarily.

2. Gilmore Girls: The Official Cookbook: have I watched more than 3 full episodes of this show in my life? still no. but since dollsome-does-tumblr's tumblr has given me almost all the information I could possibly need about this show, I feel like I know it and ever since I randomly saw this on the library shelf, I have been obsessed with the entire vibe and aesthetic of this oversized book and its mouthwatering photos and can't stop paging through it. (have I tried making any of the recipes? also definitely no) (would that I had a personal chef or at least a talented local friend!)

3. The Little Book of Hygge: this is at least the third hygge book I have checked out on a whim but can't actually read because I just get too overwhelmed by how cute and cozy the mere idea is. But that won't stop me clinging to it with a death grip 'til my renewals run out.

4. Good as Gold - Candace Buford: oh finally an actual novel i might actually read (if I don't get distracted by my GIANT INCOMING STACK, considering I checked this out a full month ago). I am actually very excited by the prospect of this YA novel about searching for a lost treasure of local legend (to pay for college). I don't honestly know why I haven't yet!

5. Lessons From Tara: Life Advice From the World's Most Brilliant Dog - David Rosenfelt: A Goodreads friend read this, which reminded me how much I loved Dogtripping and wanted to read more stories about his big fluffy dogs. Which led me to learn there is only one copy of this 2015 release left at my library so whoops, gotta show interest (and ideally even read it?) before it disappears.

#library triage #i feel like i actually say some vaguely interesting things in this one (or at least have some interesting checkouts)#things I have made progress on watching today: nothing on dvd that's for sure!#(though in my defense. it's so stupid hot we've had to turn the AC on again and window units are So Loud and in the same room as the tv

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ndeyebaby · 2 years

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Hi are you into SP manifestations? I ask because many people are into the law but are fully against manifesting SPs. I have a question regarding my SP and I love your blog so I would loooove to know your opinion. It's okay if you don't like SP manifestations and you don't answer tho.

So to give a bit of a background. Last year I manifested my SP back, it was great, I could see the law working but I was not as interested in him as I thought I was, I was only sticking to him because I kinda wanted to prove something to myself.

Eventually I decided to move on from him and solely focus on myself and my career, I was genuinely uninterested in a relationship but I did have this idea in my mind of the relationship that I would want to experience if I were to have one.

One day I was on this app, basically showing a friend how it worked and you can meet people in there and this very nice guy talks to me in that moment. I didn't really like him at the beginning, but my friend encouraged me to answer. I did think he was attractive but I was not interested. I did answer out of courtesy. We started talking more often and god this guy was melting my heart and I was falling for him so I got scared af. I started thinking so many bad things about him. Every nice thing he said I thought "he wants to manipulate me" "he's trying to play with my mind" "this is love bombing" I even thought he could be a s3r1al k1ller and now that I see it in hindsight I can see how paranoid I was because I had no reasons to think those things but I was going crazy. My old self was resurfacing and I was so freaked out. He is different than I am and I was feeling inferior, I can even recall texting my friend and telling her that "I would rather be ghosted right now, I feel very insecure and inferior to him. He has a much better lifestyle and he'd be stupid to like me. If he likes me for real there must be something wrong with him" I was genuinely scared and concerned as to why would someone like him like someone like me. I could only think that he'd want to use me. Eventually he made me a favor and ghosted me, and I had the audacity to ask myself why he did that lmao (I've been into the law for 2 years now, so I know very well why he did that).

Long story short, I decided to manifest him consciously. A week later he talked to me but it was weird because he only asked me how I was and then stopped answering again 🙂

I can recall myself imagining he'd stop answering after asking me how I was HAHA!!

Gosh, I can't say I love him because I don't know if I do but he is so hoooott and cute and interesting and I really enjoyed talking to him (when I was not busy feeling inferior). I look back at our conversations and he was so sweet and charming. Also he has a very cute face and I think I may actually be in love. Sometimes I find myself randomly thinking of his smile :). Anyways, sometimes I feel scared about manifesting him. I keep getting videos about narcissist men and shit like that and I keep thinking: what if he's this? What if he's a sociopath? What if he has STDs? What if... look I have thought every possible bad thing about him. Trust me.

Or even worst, what if I get my hopes up and nothing happens? I know I don't need him, and I know I can get over him, but honestly I don't want to leave it like that and keep an image of him as if he was an asshole to me. I want to think sweetly of him? Idk if it makes sense, but I keep being scared of thinking sweet thoughts of him and then maybe realizing he's in fact an asshole. Idek if this makes sense. I think I just don't want to feel like I was abandoned again and add him to my list of guys who have abandoned me. Idk. But I also don't want to feel dumb and naïve for not seeing the 3D as a fact and not opening up to other people who could love me. But I can kinda see myself liking someone again and repeating the whole thing, and adding them to the list if I don't deal with this right now. The law scares me sometimes. Haha. Sorry if this came out long. I guess I had a lot bottled up.

Hey!! First of all I would like to say I am 100% supportive of SP manifesting, and I appreciate you for trusting me to vent :-)

Honestly I think you really seem to be into him! And you can always decide to leave, just as you did for your other SP. I feel like those thoughts really come from your own fears, but remember you can always manifest being safe from those kinds of things ☝🏾

Also there’s no “getting your hopes up” for manifesting. So go for it!! You are always free to change your mind.

#ask

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tara-myra · 2 years

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There’s two things I love . Musicals and Miraculous (well there’s more but you get the idea ) So long time ago I created a playlist

Lila- World burn

« I wanna watch the world burn

I got the gasoline

I wanna watch the world burn

And everyone get mean »

This is THE song that gave me the idea. World burn fits Lila so well , That girls just want chaos . The song emphasizes perfectly her hate for Cady and I think it’s the same for Lila’s hate toward Marinette

« Cady, time to watch your back

Cady, time to turn and cough

Because you took me down

But you didn't finish me off »

I was actually almost disappointed when I realize no one did an animatic of this song with Lila Rossi

Marinette - Helpless

« I'm helpless!

He's mine, that boy is mine!

Look into your eyes

And the sky's the limit, I'm

Helpless! Helpless!

Down for the count, and I'm drownin' in 'em »

It’s just our girl being sooo into Adrien . I could totally see her sing that song . I know she is more than just a teen being in love but I find this song really catchy and joyful and that sort of match Marinette’s vibes . The other songs I thought of was « Surface Pressure » ( especially after season 4) but I can’t really count it as a musical even if Lin Manuel Miranda wrote it .

Adrien - Dead mom

« Hey mom, dead mom

I need a little help here

I'm prob'ly talking to myself here

But dead mom, I gotta ask

Are you really in the ground?

'Cause I feel you all around me

Are you here, dead mom?

Dead mom

I'm tired of trying to iron out my creases

I'm a bunch of broken pieces

It was you who made me whole

Every day dad's staring at me

Like all, "Hurry up, get happy

Move along

Forget about your mom"

'Cause daddy's in denial

Daddy doesn't wanna feel

He wants me to smile

And clap like a performing seal

Ignored it for a while

But daddy's lost his mind for real

You won't believe the mess that we've become »

I couldn’t make it shorter this fit Adrien so well especially the « Are you really in the ground , cause I feel you all around » Sweet irony …💀

Marc x Nathanael - Sincerely me

« Our friendship goes beyond

Your average kind of bond

But not because we're gay

No, not because we're gay »

I knooow there’re plenty other songs but idk , they kinda match the energy of this one . Also they like to invent and write .

Alya x Nino - Black-out

«Don’t make me laugh, I’ve been trying all night , You’ve been shaking your ass for half of the heights

Real nice

You barely gave me a chance all evening

What

Do I get another dance

I’m leaving »

Honestly I chose this one for the voices , If Nino would have a singing voice it would definitely be Anthony Ramos . Also this part especially reminded me this couple . I feel like Nino is really possessive toward Alya because of his own insecurities ( as we can see in Rocketears) and I would totally see them arguing during a disaster with all the parisians people screaming and panicking in the background .

Zoe - Alyssa Green

« But your feelings have to be phony

Your weight has to be tracked

If you don't like shaking pom poms

You'd better learn to act

Just have everything perfected

By the time you reach eighteen

Don't ask how or why when you're Alyssa Greene »

I feel like it’s a song that could fit her especially considering the pressure her mom put in her shoulders to be someone else . It’s hard to chose a part honestly ALL the song fits Zoe

Félix - hurricane (The one from Death note and NOT from Hamilton)

« I’ll bring the pain

So be afraid

I will bring the power of the hurricane

Am the God of a brave new world

Much better than the last

The time for talking is finally in the past »

First ; Jeremy Jordan’s voice would have fit Félix so perfectly (again if the character has to sing). Secondly, It fit Felix’s god complex.

Chloé - Candy Store

« Honey what you waitin' for?

Welcome to my candy store

Time for you to prove you're not a loser

Anymore

And step into my candy store

Guys fall

At your feet

Pay the check

Help you cheat

All you

Have to do

Say goodbye

To Shamu

That freak's

Not your friend

I can tell

In the end »

Especially when it say « Say goodbye to Shamu » I feel like it’s exactly what Chloe could have sing when she welcomed her sister at her school (and when she realized this one befriended Marinette Dupain Cheng)

Gabriel and Emily - Our love is god

«I worship you

I'd trade my life for yours

We'll make them disappear

We'll plant our garden here

Our love is God »

That’s exactly them . I feel like they would have this weird relationship Veronica and JD has . Gabriel himself said he wants to rebuilt a world for him and Emily . Emily is his everything.

Harry Clown - Gay or european

« (All)

Gay or European?

So many shades of gray

(Warner)

Depending on the time of day

The French go either way »

Now we all collectively agreed the clown banged Gabriel Agreste during college …

Bonus Chat Blanc dead girl walking

« I wish your mom had been a little stronger

I wish she stayed around a little longer

I wish your dad were good!

I wish grown-ups understood!

I wish we'd met before

They convinced you life is war!

I wish you'd come with me—

[J.D.]

I wish I had more TNT! »

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youn9racha · 3 years

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I Know (Part II)

Pairing: Changbinxfem!reader

Genre: smut

Warning: mild stalking, stripping, phone sex???, mutual masturbation, semi-exhibitionism, a tiny bit of corruption kink, and an even tinier praise kink, switch!changbin, switch!reader

Words: 2.8k

Extra Notes: like I’ve mentioned in the last part, everyone is above the age of 21 (think senior year of college age), so thats that. I’ve also noticed that the lyric is not that related to the story, but oh well :’) anyways, hope you enjoy this

And baby, I know, I know whatever city you’re in, you’re still the boy that I’d pick…

PLEASE READ PART 1 FIRST BEFORE THIS !!

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This is no way representative of the way Stray Kids act. They’re nothing but references of character, and in no shape or form is this how they act. And I am in no way romanticizing or glamorizing any toxic behavior exhibited, they’re just stories that is meant to be read. Readers discretion is advised.

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Changbin’s calling me…

What in the world does he want to talk to me about in this ungodly hour? It wasn’t late, but it certainly wasn’t early enough for a call like this. I looked back at the window and I still see the curtains still closed, assuming he was out or maybe in another room. I answered and put the phone in my ear.

”Hello?”

“Hey, (y/n)! I just wanted to call to check up on you,” he said, “how are you?”

Damn, he only called for innocent intentions... Why is he so damn cute?! (y/n), you got two choices to respond back; you either respond give him a nice sweet response, or you give a sly yet friendly comeback. It can work—

“(y/n)?” The voice out of the phone took me out of my inner self’s debate.

“Yes! Yes! I am fine,” I said, embarrassed and mentally facepalming myself. This is not doing well, he already thinks I am a creep and a loser. Or maybe not, since its seems like I heard a faint chuckle and the word “cute,” followed by, but that could just be a figment of my imagination. “How are you?”

”Oh, I am good, just came back from hanging out with Chan and Han,“ changbin responded, there were shuffling in the background so he could be doing something while on the phone, but what is it? I wouldn’t know. I heard him and Chris mentioning a ‘Han’ in our conversation we had while preparing for my apartment, so that name is familiar, however the owner’s not. “You should meet him one day, I think you both will be good friends.”

”Woah there, you better take me to dinner first before I meet your friend,” I teased. Keep it going, (y/n), you’re on the right track, you’ve definitely caught him off guard, like you always do.

“Give me a place, time, and date, you’ll get that dinner, or maybe I’ll let Chris take you.” Changbin nonchalantly said, oozing confidence just by his voice. That bitch… Always makes it harder for me than it already is. As if he saw my blushing reaction, he began laughing.

“What’s wrong, princess? Cat’s got your tongue?” He said it in a low voice. Usually, I would gag if anyone—let alone a man—calls me princess, but with him, it felt different. It felt… arousing? No! No! (y/n), get a grip!

I rolled my eyes and laid on my back to be more comfortable, “What is it, Changbin?” I said, changing the subject, “What is that you wanted to call me at 10 p.m?” Yes, pretend like he didn’t just call you princess in the sexiest tone of voice you’ve ever heard. Totally would work.

”I told you, I just want to check up on you,“ he confessed but he also paused to say something further, “and also I am bored and I kinda felt like talking to you. I’m not wasting your time, aren’t I?” Although I couldn’t see him, he does however sound really sincere with his words. I don’t want to sound naive, but he sounded truthful.

“No,” I shook my head, “you really didn’t, besides I just got out the shower and was just scrolling through instagram.” I said, looking down in my nails.

”Oh, really?” He said, “were you going to sleep?”

”No, I stay on social media for a long period of time, I don’t sleep that easily“

”I see,” he said, but then he stopped talking. As the awkward silence has erupted between us, I started to think more about the first time I saw him and how I felt. While I thought it would be better for me to tell him later on and on person, but this balloon inside of me was getting bigger and bigger as guilt is inflating it. I sighed and started to speak, “Hey Changbin.”

”Yeah?”

“Can I confess you to something?”

”Tell me anything, doll, I’m all ears.”

Dammit! You’re not making it easier.

I bit my lips, “uhh,” I am glad he wasn’t looking at me, grimacing and slapping my head.

”You know hitting yourself isn’t gonna help,” as soon as Changbin uttered these words, my heart sank. My eyes widened as I got up and looked out window. His curtains were open, and it showcase a very, very pleasant show.

I see Changbin, sitting at the edge of his bed, facing me as his black shirt was fitting his form really well, especially with the semi-flexed arm that has his phone near his ears meanwhile the other arm was holding the elbow of the occupied arm. He was look at me straight at my eyes when we made eye contact, and fuck, was that an image to look at. As I looked like a deer going through a headlight, Changbin tilted his head in confusion, but he still had a smirk, “what is it you wanted to me?” he said through the phone.

”I-I“ I stuttered. At this point, I’ve lost all sense of dignity and my self thought, I am about to get called a creep by a good looking man I met not too long. Here goes nothing.

”I may have invaded your privacy,” I said, which caused Changbin to furrow his eyebrows in even more confusion, still having a slight smile to it. “What are you talking about?”

”Ugh, Changbin, I saw you half naked when apartment touring numerous times!” I yelled in frustration, as he kept pushing my button. I looked away, not bearing to look at him, as I closed my eyes out of guilt. “I understand if you don’t want to be friend, even though we met for only a week, but I just couldn’t bear the guilt that I—“

As I confessed, I heard a laugh coming put of the phone, I opened my eyes and looked at Changbin looking down, with shoulders shaking up and down. Now, I have the confused look that he had, “What’s funny?”

“Oh, princess, you have no idea,” He said, still looking down. Me still being bemused, he noticed my silence and looked up at my frowned face.

”I know…” He smirked, while my eyes were widened. Son of a bitch.

”W-wh-“

“I thought you knew that I’m doing all this on purpose, I’ve been trying to catch your attention every single way.” He leaned forward, placing both elbows in his knees, “I thought you were smart, only to be a gullible baby.” He whispered the last part, as I gulped at the last part. God damn, he’s so intense with his gaze. His eyes wandering all over me meanwhile maintaining a very dark yet exciting aura, which typically puts me off but now, I’ve never wanted to pounce a man so badly.

I smirked at him, the guilt I had had fizzled away, only to replace with arousal.

“So you’re not mad?” I looked at him, with innocent eyes, now laying on my side, facing him, as my robe slipped and exposed a part of my shoulder and the upper of my chest. He breathed in, as he was examining me, “no, why would I be mad at you?” He leaned back, as his head was thrown back, neck exposed, placing his free hand on the back of his neck.

God, is he so fine…

”I could never be mad at my precious baby.” He smiled a seductive smile at me, which made me riled up by rolling my eyes and looking up. “You like getting called that, don’t you?” He may have said it in a question form, but it didn’t feel like one, it was rather a statement than a question. “Hm,” I said, looking back at him, eyes half opened out of hunger for him.

We had an intense eye contact, where if it weren’t for the distant and the glass that is placed in front of us, we’d probably be all over each other.

”Has your hang out with Han and Chris worn you out?” I asked, decievingly innocent. Man, the power this man has over me is no joke. He scoffed, “so you’re just going to mention other men like that?”

Ignoring him, I got up, letting the towel that was loosely in my head fall onto my bed, and went closer to the window, “let me relieve you of your stress, if you don’t mind.” I shyly fidgeted on my robe belt. He looked at me up and down, licking his lips, “I wouldn’t mind, if you don’t as well.”

There’s nothing more sexier than mutual consent. (y/n), shut up, don’t ruin the moment.

I smiled and backed away from the window. I put my phone on speaker and put it on the side. I looked back at him, as I held onto my robe belt, he looked at me with a smile. I turned around with a slight sway on my hips, as I slowly undid my belt, slowly exposing my back at him, smiling as I heard a shuddering breath coming out of the phone.

As the robe completely fell off my body, being just in my underwear, exposing whatever secret flaws that has been hidden from the public. I silently gasp at the cool breeze as I held onto my chest, sensing my nipples getting hard. “Turn around for me, baby,” Changbin’s breathy voice echoed all over the room.

We may not be in the same room, and we maybe exposing ourselves to whoever is above and under us as well, but neither of us care. In our eyes, we only got each other, and we’re the only ones in existence.

I turned to him, letting go of my breasts and letting myself be bare, only to see him palming himself through his tight pants, groaning at his lack of full on skin-to-skin touch. It’s like he was waiting for me to tell him touch himself, which proved correct when he said, “please, let me touch myself.”

I smiled sympathetically, and also slightly astonishingly. I have never met a man with such switch like that. His dominating demeanor has faded and been replaced to a submissive cutie, which I obviously seem to admire very much. Pretending to thinking, I sat down, and looked at him, putting my hands behind me, “only if you give me a show too.”

I smirked at his state. He was disheveled, and adorned a beet tint all across his cheeks and nose. He looked beaten, but I loved it, and he does too. He put his phone on speaker too, quickly got up, and rapidly got his shirt.

“Ah ah!” I said, which caused him to freeze, looking at me, desparation was seeping through his eyes. Menacingly smiling, “slowly.”

Which he obeyed, surprisingly patient and sensual, I jokingly remarked that “he got dancer hips,” with the way he took off clothes while his hips moved in a way not many who can control their bodies can. He chuckle, “you should see how it works wonder,” his cocky attitude has made a comeback, which should piss me off but it made the whole thing hotter than it already is.

We’re both in our underwear, looking up at our eyes and looking down at each other’s half-nude bodies. Changbin wasn’t the tallest man I have ever met—not that it matters—, but he got many aspects that makes up for it, and its not just looks or personality. Just by the outline, I can tell that his little guy wasn’t little.

I propped myself with my elbows as I spread my legs, for him to see the wet spot that is stained in my underwear. He grunted at the sight, while I chuckle, “you like what you see?” I faux-innocently asked as I trailed my hand from my neck, making my head fall back, down to the valley of my chest, onto the waistband of my underwear.

“Fuck…” Changbin cursed, admiring the sight in front of him. He didn’t realize how lucky he was to see me in a state like this, not many have the privilege, especially not with men I met in a short amount of time.

I tugged my panties, took it off and exposed a part that he was dying to see, which caused him to gulp. He sighed with a smile, “god damn, (y/n),“ he shook his head in disbelie, “I’ve always thought you were gorgeous, but now I’m convinced you’re a goddess“

I giggle at his words, “and you, sir, are a demon disguised as a greek god” I teased back, tracing my two fingers around my lips, I noticed that he still was in his underwea. He still waited for my permission. How adorable.

”You can take off your underwear, Binnie” I didn’t even mean to give him the nickname, but I was too excited to even think straight. I looked at him, and saw him reveal his friend, and I gasped loudly, which made Changbin alert. “What? Whats wrong?”

”Nothing, its just,” I chuckle, “you have a nice dick.”

”Thank you,” He smirked as he sat down and looked at me, with full attention. I put my two fingers into my mouth, while maintaining eye contact. I then trailed my finger down to clit, which resulted in me letting out a blissful gasp. Meanwhile, Changbin was repositioning to a comfortable position as he began to touch himself, which caused him to let out a choked out groan.

”Binnie, as you touching yourself?” I half-whispered, but it was still loud enough for him hear along with my fingers movements that moved from my clit onto my slit, which made me moan.

”Ah-y-yes” Changbin groaned and nodded, as he was stroking his dick following the pace that I was going at.

After hearing Changbin’s groans, I began inserting my fingers at my slit, making me whimper in the process, “oh, fuck” I cursed, as I started to thrust my fingers in and out, noises coming out of my mouth along with the wetness of my pussy were getting louder, which excited Changbin, as his stroking was audible through the phone along with his beautiful groans.

“god, (y/n), if only I could touch you,” Changbin spoke through groans when he saw me fondling my breast and going faster. I was getting louder with my noises, in contrast of Changbin’s quite yet beautiful and audible noises. So much so, it sounds like Changbin was watching porn, rather than getting fucked at a distance.

“Ah-are-fuck-are you close?” Changbin asked through whines, his speech was getting difficult as he was getting closer to climax with his strokes going as fast as I was.

I nodded, out of struggle of speech, whining out, “Ah! Binnie!”

“Fuck, (y/n), I’m—“ Changbin grunted, as his strokes was started to get sloppy, he began to thrust onto his hands. I began to feel like something burning up in my stomach, moaning at the sensation, “Chang—I’m cummin— I’m cumming”

“Me too…” He choked on his words, as his groans and moans were also getting louder. Our phone voices combined was dirty but erotic, topped with the scene of two people masturbating to each other, now thats even a hotter view.

“Binnie!”

“Go ahead, baby... cum”

And just like that, I let out a squeal as I reached my peak, still playing with myself until I sensed an overstimulation. Not too long after, I was hearing a lot of grunt from the call and then I looked at Changbin, who ended up cumming onto his stomach, his chest raising up and down, letting himself catch his breath. Still out of breath, we both looked at each other, we both laughed at our fucked out state.

“Holy fuck, was that hot?” Changbin commented, taking the phone, putting it out of his speaker and back to his ear. I laughed at his sudden remark, nodding, “oh yeah, can’t wait to feel what you feel like,” I bit my lip.

”At least buy me dinner first,” He teased, referring to the remark I had at the time, which made me roll my eyes and him to chuckle. “You’re a dick,” I said.

”A big one, and a pretty one according to you,” He teased again. I started to jokingly groan at his words, causing him to laugh, “alright, alright, I’ll stop.”

I got up and picked the phone, looking at him, “I had fun, we should do this again,” him and I started exchanging a smile, this time it was more pure than the smiles we had earlier. He nodded, “for sure, but the next time is going to be in one of our beds, I really need to touch you.”

”The feeling is mutual.”

We began to talk a little more, until we both have felt that slumber was starting to sneak up onto our eyes. We both ultimately had to hang up, since we don’t want to raise our phone bills with our already long call. While facing away from the window, I couldn’t help but started admire Changbin in my head.

I typically hate men, but Changbin wasn’t just like any man.

He was Changbin, and I highly doubt that you’ll ever find a man like him.

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intercoursefluids · 3 years

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Marry Me Part 1

Dick cracks the kitchen door open and takes a picture of the scene.

Marinette kneading dough with a focused look on her face, Damian sitting at the counter occasionally looking up at Marinette before continuing to sketch.

Dick turns to the side, noticing Alfred coming his way and scrambles to hide the evidence of his snooping.

Alfred looks at him, raising an eyebrow before walking in the door.

Dick waits around 6 minutes for Alfred to walk out and away before creeping back over to the door.

Soft instrumental music now fills the air, Marinette humming along as Damian watches her with a soft smile.

Marinette's soft humming fills the air accompanied by Damian's pencil strokes.

Dick pulls out his phone taking a small video and posting it to his personal twitter with the caption “It’s so Domestic!” followed with a crying emoji.

Marinette finishes kneading the dough and starts to form them into little rolls, placing them on the pan as she sways to the music.

Jason arrives just as she finishes.

Dick waves like crazy, signaling him to be quiet, and for once Jason listens.

He comes over peeking through the door with Dick before breaking out into a wide grin, pulling his phone out as Marinette places the pan in the oven, turning on the timer before washing her hands of the flour.

They watch as she hums swaying to the music as she dries her hand with a dish towel when the unexpected happens.

Now to understand their shock, you’ll need some background information.

Damian Wayne would rather gouge out his own eyes before dancing with someone.

So imagine their surprise when their little brother stands up and walks over to an oblivious Marinette, humming softly with her.

He taps her on the shoulder to get her attention before bowing at the waist and holding out his hand to her.

“May I have this dance?”

Marinette smiles blindingly bright before placing her hand in his.

He guides her around the room, spinning her periodically with the softest look any of them have ever seen on his face.

He starts to hum louder than before as he spins her before pulling her close again with a hand on her face.

Dick has to put a hand over his mouth and pass his phone to Jason because he's shaking so much. Tears stream freely down his face as he stifles his sobs.

“This is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Neither brother even jumps at Selinas sudden voice, instead mutely nodding their agreements.

Dick leans back against his step-mom, sniffling at the display of affection playing out in front of them.

“It’s okay Dick, me and Selina are crying too.”

One look at Jason and Selina confirms that they are both in fact crying as they record. Well in Jason's case his eyes are a little shiny.

The song comes to an end as a timer rings.

They break away and Dick takes back his phone, stopping the video as Marinette checks and something in a pot on the stove.

Dick is about to step away when he notices Selina still filming and Tim walking towards them.

“What are you all doing? And why is Selina recording?”

Thankfully Tim seems to notice the secretive atmosphere and whispers not giving away their position to the two inside the kitchen.

“Your little brother is being sweet and I have a feeling that he’s not done being affectionate yet.”

Tim raises an eyebrow crouching down next to the rest of them and pulls out his phone before pointing it through the gap.

“Blackmail kinda sweet or make me cry kinda sweet?”

He turns back to the rest and sees Dicks face before pulling out a handkerchief that Marinette made him.

“Nevermind.”

They turn back in time to see Marinette finish stirring whatever is in the pot and move it off the heat before turning back to Damian.

Hugging him she rests her head on his chest with a smile as a new song starts up.

“Do you want to dance?”

Marinette looks up at Damian with a confused smile on her face.

“I thought we already did, mon chou?”

Damian chuckles softly tucking some of the hair that fell from her bun behind her ear.

“That we did, Habibiti. But against my better judgment I can’t help but find that dancing with you is one of the finer things in life.”

Marinette smirks at him, her hand coming up to grasp the wrist of the hand still cupping her cheek.

“Well then maybe we shouldn’t dance, afterall too much of something you enjoy can lead to an addiction.”

Damian smiles, swooping down to kiss her softly before pulling away.

“Indulge me just this once?”

Marinette sighs heavily, before speaking.

“Oh alright, but just this once.”

Behind the door there isn’t a dry eye in sight, even Jason shed a tear or two.

They start dancing again but not quite how they were before.

Before they were doing proper ballroom dances, now they just hold each other close and sway. Marinette's arms around his neck and her head resting on his chest, meanwhile Damians arms wrap around her waist, pulling her flush against him with his chin resting on top of her head, both of their eyes closed. The perfect picture of contentment.

Dick snaps a picture before immediately posting it to his twitter with an attempt at a caption that looks more like a keyboard smash since he can’t see very well through his tears.

They sway together for a long while before a second timer sounds.

They break apart, albeit reluctantly, and Marinette pulls the tray from the oven before carrying it over to the counter and switching the now golden brown buns to a cooling rack.

Since she is now facing the door the brothers plus Selina have a perfect view of Damians face from where he stands behind her.

Dick, now coherent enough to take pictures without them being blurry, lets the others film as he takes another picture. Posting it again to his private twitter so the rest of the family can see.

His face is full of pure adoration and love for the girl working in front of him.

“Mon Chou? Can you grab the glaze from the fridge? I need it.”

Damian immediately snaps out of his daze to do as she asks. He places the bowl by her hand before wrapping her up in a hug from behind, burying his face in the crook of her neck.

“I love you, Marinette.”

Dick immediately takes two pictures, one with just the hug and Marinette working and another of her smiling after he says he loves her. And just like the rest, he immediately uploads them.

She smiles, stepping away to untie her apron and walking away. Effectively breaking the hug much to their 4 spectators disappointment.

“I love you too, Damian.”

She walks around the counter to hang up her apron, leaving only a few feet between her and the people who are filming them.

She doesn’t make it.

“I think I want to marry you.”

The 4 sharp inhales go unnoticed by the two teens as Marinette drops her apron, spinning around to face Damian with a bright blush.

“What?”

Marinette's voice is barely a whisper, as Damian rounds the island to come stand next to her, taking her hands and accidentally angling them in the perfect view to show both of their faces to the cameras.

“Let me reword that. Marinette, I know I want to marry you.”

Tears start to form in her eyes as Damian gets down on one knee, pressing a kiss to each of her hands before he starts to speak again.

“Marinette, you are so incredibly phenomenal. Ever since the first day I met you I knew I was doomed to fall for you, I just wasn’t prepared for how hard I would actually fall.”

Dick snaps another picture managing to type out a simple “OMFG” before posting.

“You are the only one I have ever been able to see myself spending the rest of my life with, the only one I have ever wanted to spend the rest of my life with.”

Tears stream down Marinette's face as Damian looks into her eyes.

“I know that you have been hurt by the people you trusted most, you’ve told me how the people who were supposed to stay by your side turned you back on you.”

Damian sighs, turning her hands up and kissing her palms.

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng, I vow from this day forward that in any way I may accidentally hurt you, even when I try my damndest to prevent it, that I will allow it to be done onto myself tenfold. I will stand by your side but I will never force you to remain by mine. When you want to take the lead I will cover your blind spots and protect you from those who try to blindside you. When you can’t think of a plan right away, or are too overwhelmed to take the lead I will stand front and center to cover you till we make it to safety. My sword arm, my strength, and my knowledge are at your disposal. And my heart and love are yours to take.”

Selina reaches over dick to Jason and Tim, putting her hands on their shoulders as they both cry freely.

“I know I’m not the best at expressing or even understanding my emotions.”

Marinette opens her mouth at his self deprecating tone, but Damian rushes to catch her off guard.

“Even so, the one thing I am sure of is that there will never be enough words to tell you just how much I love you. I will happily spend everyday for the rest of my life, trying to show you just how much you mean to me. And even then it won’t be enough.”

Damian pauses giving Marinette time to let out her thoughts before he continues.

“Oh Damian, I-, but what will everyone think? We’re 16! No one even knows I am with you outside of friends and family. What will we do when people call me a gold digger? I- people in France already don’t like me. I don’t want to drag you through the mud with me by agreeing to marry you Damian.”

Marinette winces, slowly pulling her hands away from Damians. He just grips them tighter.

“Marinette.” His serious tone makes everything go quiet, silencing even his brothers and stepmom's soft sobs.

“There are only two things in existence that could stop me from marrying you and one of them is if you say ‘No’. If the people in France believe that they have any say in what you do or don’t do just because they believe the words of a liar over you, it just proves that they are even dumber than I thought. As for our age? We can be engaged for the two years it takes us to turn 18, or if you want, we can wait longer. I don’t mind. And I’m pretty sure that if someone called you a ‘gold digger’ Jason, Dick, and Tim would put a stop to it before word even got to us.”

He gently pulls her hands back again, kissing her palms as she speaks.

“What's the other thing?”

He hums in question, meeting her eyes.

“You said that there were only two things that could stop you from marrying me, one was me saying ‘No’. What’s the other?”

Damian straightens slightly making sure she knows just how serious he is.

“Death.”

It's silent for a minute, no one daring to breathe.

“Yes.”

It's barely a whisper, hardly more than a breath, and yet it holds more worth than anything else in the world.

“Yes I will marry you, Damian.”

Damian immediately jumps up wrapping Marinette in a hug and spinning around with the before dropping to the ground again.

“I can’t believe you said yes.”

Marinette laughs at Damian, happy tears flowing down her face.

“You asked me!”

“I didn’t think that I was lucky enough for you to actually say yes!”

Marinette giggles again pulling Damian into a kiss that he happily returns, at least before he groans loudly and breaks, instead resting his forehead against hers.

“What's wrong?”

Damian sighs his shoulders lumping before answering.

“I have to tell my brothers and Selina by tomorrow. At least Dick and Selina so they can help me-”

He cuts off, paling severely.

“Dicks gonna kill me. I proposed to you without a ring, and he will skin me alive for it.”

Marinette laughs again.

“I’ll ask him to spare you. Besides, he can’t have me as his sister-in-law if he kills my husband.”

Marinette blushes at him as he smiles.

“Tomorrow, I’ll get the ring tomorrow. I don’t think I could wait any longer than that to finally put a ring on your finger.”

They cuddle up together, relishing in each other's presence.

Dick is the first to stand up, followed by Jason, Tim, and then Selina.

They walk down to the cave, all staying silent as their phones save the videos they were lucky enough to take.

Once they make it the tears start up again, full volume wails coming from dick and sniffles from Jason.

“That was the cutest thing I’ve ever seen in my life!”

Dick cries into his stepmother's hair. His brothers following suit.

All of a sudden Dicks phone starts going off like crazy.

He pulls it out annoyed ready to tell whoever is on the other end off for interrupting his cry sesh.

467 notifications and climbing from twitter.

He opens it to the picture he snapped when Damian started swinging Marinette through the air with the caption ‘She said yes! BRB gonna go cry my eyes out’.

He looks at his username with horror, paling considerably as he looks at his family.

“I fucked up.”

#FLUFF #maridami #daminette #batfam #maribat #so cute

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weasel-b33 · 3 years

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500 Miles (j.p x fem!reader)

Description: A few years after the birth of your son Harry, you and your husband James recall the beginning of your relationship. (NO VOLDY I CAN NOT DO THAT TO MYSELF)

Warnings: Fluff, Kissing, A little Swearing, idk Cute Daddy James, Prolly many spelling errors I wrote this late and I am very tired...

(THIS IS MY FIRST TIME EVER WRITING SOMETHING KINDA SIRIUS hehe SO IM SORRY IF IT IS TERRIBLE)

Also the dates may be a bit wrong so im sorry in advance!!

italicized is flashback!!

Lyrics used in the song are from “I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles)” by The Proclaimers (I KNOW THE SONG CAME OUT IN ‘87 BUT SUSPEND YOUR DISBELIEF PLEASE)

(not my gif)

The rambunctious laughter of the four year-old toddler and his father echoed throughout the large estate.

“Daddy!” exclaimed the messy haired Harry, “Can I please have a story.” Heavily emphasizing the puppy dog eyes he learned from his godfather, Sirius, a few years prior.

James Potter, the man unable to say no to anyone, tried to recall a story he had not told his son. Thinking back to the fairy tales of a prince slaying a fictional dragon, even though they are very much real, to save the princess that his mother used to tell him, James realized he was all out of good material.

“I’m sorry bubs, I have nothing new too share,” the bespectacled man added lamely. The disappointment was instant on the child’s face, but luckily before the waterworks began, Y/N Potter strolled through the foyer into the den.

“Mommy!” Harry exclaimed, jumping up and bonding over to his mother, nearly knocking her over with his brute strength.

“Umph- Where’s the fire lovey?” you questioned with a slight chuckle. The dramatics of your son were never a surprise. Between his father and Sirius, you were surprised he had not acted much worse. Walking, more like sliding due to the child gripping your calves, over to your husband and lightly pecking his lips you ask,

“What’s wrong now?”

Rubbing the back of his neck, he sheepishly stated, “I sorta don’t have a new story to tell him... he’s a bit peeved, if you couldn’t tell.”

A loud laugh tore through your throat as you pet your son’s hair affectionately.

“Come off Harry, Mommy has a perfect story to tell you,” you crooned softly.

“You do?”Harry questioned, rubbing the tears out of his stunning green eyes.

You picked him up and sat down near James, “Yes poppet, I have a very interesting story about how two very special people fell in love.”

James quickly turned his head and quirked a questioning brow, “It all started when they were 15...”

November 7, 1975

Quietly sitting on the vermilion couch of the Gryffindor Common Room, you began to fade out the noise of Lily ranting about the recent History of Magic exam, and Marlene’s long monologue over if she should or should not cut bangs. Instead, you were beginning to rip out each and every one of the hairs on your head because your Potions essay was nearly finished, yet you could not get those final words to conclude it all.

Across the common room, a rowdy group of teenage boys, better known as the Marauders, were planning the newest prank on Snape.

"We should give him that shampoo that will change his hair pink,” Sirius added.

Remus shook his head disapprovingly, “Pads, we did that last time come on..”

“WE HAVE NOTHING! WHAT IS WRONG WITH US, MOONY, HELP I’M DYING OF NO CREATIVITY!” Sirius exclaimed throwing himself across the scarred boy.

Although, many people turned their attention to the dark haired pureblood, James seemed he could not take his eyes off the girl nearly burning holes into her parchment, the girl he has fancied since he was 12.

While playing with the snitch he stole, he said, “What if we tried that new rain spell we learned in charms today?”

“Too difficult, we have not had enough practice.” Remus dismissed. “Well what if I found someone to practice on?” James added quickly turning to face his werewolf best friend.

“Sure... Whatever, I could care less- Pads, get the bloody hell of me before I kick your arse,”

“I’D LIKE TO SEE YOU TRY REMUS JOHN,” Sirius yelled beginning his quick climb up the stairs to the boys dorm, with Remus and Peter quickly following.

“You comin’ Prongs?” Remus asked to the brunette still staring at the girl with shaky hands.

“No, I’ll come up in a few, still want to try to figure this prank out...” he said quietly. The lanky boy followed his best friends line of sight and quietly smirked to himself.

“Alright, don’t wear yourself out too much.”

Even throughout the commotion, you still made no move to change your line of sight. That was until Marlene nudged you and whispered into your ear.

“Psst! Oi! Y/N! Why is Potter staring at you?”

You quickly shook your head and waved off her question, opting to continue to find the right words.

Well until your blonde friend gripped your jaw, and turned your head to the direction of the boy. You instantly made eye-contact with the messy haired Gryffindor and quirked a brow. He smirked and turned his head away. You thought nothing of the interaction, until you felt a sudden drop above your head...

Instantly, it seemed as though there was a storm in the common room. Looking towards the ceiling you saw the dark rain cloud above your head. Quickly turning your head to the essay you were writing you noticed it completely wet and ruined. You jumped into action, trying to salvage what you could, but it was too late. Ignoring the screeches of your friends and fellow housemates, you began to look for the source of the cloud.

That was until you made eye contact with the laughing and smug James Potter.

“POTTER!” you yelled. Almost immediately the rain stopped, but the damage had been done. “JAMES POTTER! YOU BETTER HAVE A REASON YOU STARTED A STORM IN THE COMMON ROOM!”

Hearing the commotion, the rest of the Marauders came down to the common room to witness what was happening. But all they saw was a yelling match between you and their brunette best friend.

“YOU ARE A DICK JAMES POTTER! KARMA IS A BITCH AND SHE IS COMING! IT’S GONNA BE SO NICE TO SEE YOUR FACE WHEN ALL YOUR ACTIONS FINALLY COME TO KICK YOU IN THE ARSE!” you yelled.

“What? I did nothing, I don’t mean to dampen your mood, but I have no idea what you are on about.” James replies smugly.

“UGH- YOU ARE A BULLY AND A RIGHTEOUS, STUCK UP, EGOTISTICAL ARSEHOLE! I HOPE YOU ARE ENJOYING THIS BECAUSE-- OH MY! I-” You were quickly being dragged away by your red head companion.

“Y/N, he is not worth it... let’s just leave.”

“NO! I HAVE TO RESTART MY ESSAY! I WAS THIS BLOODY CLOSE. UGH- YOU ARE AN ARSE JAMES POTTER I HOPE YOU KNOW THAT!”

“Y/N, it was just a prank, its no big deal relax.” James said.

“RELAX! ARE YOU KIDDING... I-” you paused taking shallow and rapid breaths, ‘you know I can not believe you think its funny. You truly have no regard for people and how they feel do you?” you asked slowly and meticulously.

“Prongs, just apologize and lets go..” Remus said quickly.

“I- I didn’t realize it would be that big of a deal.” James tried to say to you, but it was no use because you had already dragged Lily and Marlene out the common room and to the library to re-start your assignment.

“Oh, COME ON! I did not” James stated jokingly.

“Darling, you must certainly did, I barley passed that essay as well. I blame you for me getting an E in that class.” You replied giggling.

“Moooommmyyy! Story, get back to the story,” Your son said dramatically, grabbing your cheeks and turning to face him for extra effect.

Hearing a chuckling from James in the background, “Alright bubs, back to the the story”

January 23, 1976

After months of back and forth between you and James, he was fed up trying to get your attention. From roses to chocolate, to even a firework show in your honor, James believed he had done everything to apologize to you for his stupid prank and prove his affection.

Tired of his friends constant whining, Remus and Sirius decided to take matters into their own hands and talk to someone who knew you better than anyone else, Lily and Marlene.

“Oh Evans, Mckinnon, we are in grave need of your beautiful minds” Sirius flirted. Remus smacked him across the head adding, “Ignore the git, we need some help its about-”

“James?” Lily and Marlene said in unison.

“Yeah...how did you know” Remus questioned. “Are we gonna ignore the fact they spoke at the same time” Sirius said, once again receiving a blow from his friend.

Rolling her eyes, Lily remarked, “Well, Y/N has been complaining about him for months,” Marlene quickly interjected, “...and you never are without him so its an easy assumption.

Now its was the boys turn to roll their eyes to the back of their heads. “Anyways, he will not shut up about getting her to forgive him... so we were wondering if you had anything that could work to get her to forgive him?” Remus pleaded with the best Sirius puppy dog eyes he could muster.

“Fine,” Lily and Marlene said jointly.

“THEY DID IT AGAI- OH NOT YOU TOO AS WELL!” Sirius exclaimed rubbing the now sore bump on his head.

Ignoring the dog’s dramatics, the group of four began conducting a plan for James that would knock Y/N’s socks off.

At this point, Harry had nestled between his parents and fell into a deep sleep.

The two of you put him to bed and settle down back into the living room.

Looking longingly at his wife, James says, “Well, might as well finish the story love... it is the best part.”

Giggling at the antics of your husband, you shrug and began to finish the story...

February 14, 1976

The Great Hall looked as though Cupid had just went on a decorating rampage. The room lined with pink and red hearts and the sight of loving couples nearly made you want to gag. Then, you remembered the boy who has dying to get your attention for the past months and can not seem but to get excited.

What does he have planned for you? Is he gonna get me a gift? Do I look presentable?

“WHAT!” you quickly think to yourself, “Why in Merlin’s name am I excited to to see Jame- Potter. Godric I can’t feel like this for him... He his as a fly that buzzes and will not leave me alone... but he is not the worst to look at”

You quickly snap out of your thoughts as Lily starts to put food onto your plate. You begin to eat, but can only think of one thing.

James Potter.

“Why?” You begin questioning again, “Godric, Y/N You like him... No I do not.. You realize you are having this whole conversation within your brain, right? It is obvious you like him...” you grumble to yourself as you realize your psyche has won once again.

Lily noticing your strange behavior begins to question if you discovered what they have planned.

Almost as though the boys heard Lily’s thoughts the beginning of the plan is activated.

Instantly, the candles in all of the Great Hall extinguish and there is the beginning of a song plays.

Suddenly, a spotlight shines onto the teachers table where atop, James and the rest of the Marauders stand, Remus and Sirius with guitars and Peter on the drums. James holding a mic begins to sing...

When I wake up, Well I know I’m gonna be, I’m gonna be the man who wakes up next to you.

Your head snaps to the noise and there you see in all of his glory, James Potter holding a microphone staring straight at you.

When I go out, yeah I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who goes along.

Quickly shoving the breakfast roll down your throat you nearly choke as you see the boy slowly make his way towards the front of the Gryffindor table.

When I get drunk, well I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who gets drunk next to you.

Your eyes widen comically when you see James Potter jump onto the Gryffindor table.

And when I haver, hey I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who's havering to you.

Slowly, the boy begins his walk across the table to where you sit. You try to make a run for it, but Lily and Marlene quickly grab your arms and anchor you down to the bench

“What friends you are!” you hiss at the two.

Marlene just rolls her eyes and Lily pinches your hip.

And I would roll 500 miles And I would roll 500 more Just to be the man who rolls a thousand miles To fall down at your door

Once the boy is standing in front of you he reaches down for your hand. Stubbornly, you ignore his gesture, well until your two friends throw you up onto the table with the love struck brunette.

When I come home well I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who comes back home to you And when I grow old, well I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who's growing old with you.

You grip onto the boys biceps for stability and are forced to look into his ravishing hazel eyes...

In that moment you forget all that he has done to you in the past and all you can think about is him and you.

But I would roll 500 miles And I would roll 500 more Just to be the man who roles a thousand miles To fall down at your door.

Smiling, to yourself, you grab the face of the boy in front of you and mold your lips together. Ignoring the cheers of your classmates, the only sounds you hear are the background noise of the boy’s best friends signing backup.

Da da da Da da da Da Da Dun Diddle Un Diddle Un Diddle Uh Da Da.....

Smiling to yourself and grabbing the hand of the man you love you start laughing.

“What’s so funny, love?” James asks.

“Nothing.... Just we began dating because you performed a whole song and dance in front of the entirety of Hogwarts.” you reply breathlessly.

“Well, hey, look at us now... happy, healthy, and a true family.” he replies smiling at your antics.

You lay down your head into the lap of your husband, and look up into his hazel eyes you got lost into all those years ago, “Such a sap, Potter, such a sap...”

Kissing your cheek softly, “Only for you, my darling girl... only for you...”

“I love you Jamie”

“I love you more, my love.” ______________________________________________________________

AHHH I HOPE YOU ENJOY!!! IM SORRY IF IT IS SO BAD!! THIS IS MY FIRST FIC PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF I COULD DO ANYTHING BETTER!!! AHHHH (but like kinda like this story... kinda proud ;))

#james potter #james potter x y/n #james potter x reader #harry potter #fluff #james potter fluff #james potter blurb #james potter x you #marauders x reader #james peter remus sirius #fem!reader #songfic #500 miles

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miiracleangel · 3 years

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Shake ass pt 5

~Inarizaki version~

Aoba Johsai➪Fukurodani version

-miya twins are time skipped don’t ask me why i don’t know why either.

Osamu, Atsumu, Suna, Aran

❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎

Osamu

You were sitting in your boyfriends restaurant while you both were having a lunch break.

You live 10 minutes away and since you were working from home you decided to go visit him since your lunch breaks aligned.

“Samu?”

“y/n”

“would you ever cheat on me”

He stops mid bite of his food “No” he says in a serious tone looking you in your eyes and grabs your hand from across the table.

“I would rather put my dick in the fryer than cheat on you, in fact i’ll do it right now to prove it to y-“

“No i need your dick BUT there is another way you can prove it to me” you say leaning across the table brushing your lips against Osamu’s.

“Does it involve my dick because we can go in-“

“oh my god no Samu, you just need to shake your ass and i’ll believe you” you say giggling

he just stares at you

“Lemme rev up those fryers” he says getting up from his seat.

“SAMU NO”

he sits next to you and whispers frantically “I’m not shaking my ass infront of my customers”

“I knew it. you were cheating”

“wha-“

“It’s with the Ongiri isnt it”

“no but if ongiri was a person i just might”

you stare at him and stand up in the booth you both were sitting in. “scoot over i’m leaving”

“okay okay” he says with his hands up in defeat.

He gets up and walks over to the table next to the registers.

“what are you doing?” you ask.

“Proving something” he mumbles then raises his voice for everyone in the restaurant.

“Hello everyone as you may know I am the owner and my lovely significant other here-“

“Samu stop” you whisper to him

“No y/n I love you and you wanted proof so here it is, raise the music”

one of his employees hire the restaurant music and alas

he does it

shakes ass

infront of EVERYONE in the restaurant

jumps down to an applaud of people and kisses your lips.

“You owe me munchkin”

Atsumu

i just wanna thank whoever made the gif bcs hes precious

‘twas a snowy night

i’m fucking playing LMAO

lemme stop fucking around PFT

“tsumu i need you to do me a huge favor” you ask your boyfriend through the phone.

“what is it baby i’m about to go out on the court” he says sitting in the locker room before a game.

“You can do this after but there’s a trend going around that men have to shake their ass ON VIDEO to prove theyre not cheating SO-“

“so you want me to send you a video...of me shaking my ass?” he continued your sentence

“yes my lovely setter yes”

“alright well i’m about to head out so when i get to the hotel i’ll do it for you babes, it that good?” he has staring at your close up face on his phone.

“That’s good baby, Good luck i love you”

he tells you he loves you and turns around and low and behold, bokuto is behind him.

“I think i have an idea to prove your not cheating tsumu-tsumu” bokuto says with yet ANOTHER brilliant idea bcs he’s a genius.

“lemme hear it”

You watched your boyfriends game and it was no surprise that they won and you couldn’t be more happy for your baby.

You continued watching since they announced that they were going to have an interview with the players and went to your kitchen to get more food.

you blur out the background noise of the tv until you heard a familiar voice.

“Yeah it was a great game, everyone put their all and i’m glad to have a good team with me” you rushed to the tv to be met with your beautiful boyfriend smiling at the camera.

“Oh there is also something i wanted to add he tells the reporter” the reporter hand Atsumu the mic and shit starts just..rolling mans going off.

“y/n my love if you’re watching this, this is for you”

“oh my fucking, he isnt” you told yourself

“TURN THE MUSIC UP BO”

“he fucking is”

and there atsumu was shaking ass on live television with no shame.

surprisly very good but then again bokuto gave him the idea and bokuto got the fattest ass so of course he taught his setter how to shake ass.

you sit there dumbfounded until your phone rings and it’s your boyfriends twin brother.

“you looking at this shit show” you hear Osamu laugh on the other line.

“unfortunately i am”

“The miya’s can’t claim him at the moment so he’s yours for the time being” Osamu says earning a laugh from you until your phone buzzes.

“speaking of a Miya, your brothers calling me hold on” you answer your boyfriends call and see his face on your screen

“DID YOU SEE IT BABY”

“oh yes i did”

“WAS IT GREAT?!”

“i’m speechless”

he laughed at your surprised face knowing you didn’t expect that at all.

“i embarrassed myself on live television for you and listened to bokuto’s advice so you owe me”

“you lost your dignity when you took bokutos advice”

“i did it for you because i love you” Atsumu says smiling at you.

“and now the whole world knows” you say sweetly kinda moved by his outrageous gesture.

“because i love you”

Suna

“oooooh got me fucked goofy”

you laughed at his little nickname he gives you before shaking your head

“Rin for five seconds please You don’t even have to do it infront of the camera just infront of me”

your boyfriend sizes you up and down before walking away to his room leaving you in the kitchen. You follow behind him and watch as he lays down on his bed.

“i’m not shaking my ass goofy”

“yes you are or else you are a cheater”

“i cheated on a test once”

“CHEATING ON ME RIN”

he gives you a confused look

“i barely have the energy to open my eyes in the morning hoe”

you laugh at his defense and give him the puppy eyes.

“okay so what’s in it for me if i shake my ass around”

“ummm” you think in silence before a thought hits you.

“i don’t know i will give you $50”

“don’t want your money babe”

“I’ll flash you a nipple”

“i’ve seen your nips a thousand times.”

you huff trying to think of something ANYTHING your boyfriend would want..until it hits you.

“I’ll give you the gwuack gwack 300-“

“deal”

“de-“

“yes” your boyfriend get up and puts on a random song and wiggles his hips back and forth.

“that was so fucking cringy” you laugh

Suna turns towards you with lustful eyes

“knees now. start sucking”

Aran

“You’re JOKING y/n”

“Does it LOOK like she’s joking” his younger sister says sitting next to you on the couch. Both of you are looking up at Aran as hes awkwardly standing in the middle of their living room.

“yeah does it LOOK like i’m joking” you copy her giggling.

“i’m sure hoping you’re joking”

“you hoping wrong shake it”

He points at his sister while looking at you

“i’m definitely not doing it infront of her”

she gives him a dirty look “If you don’t just bust them Megan knees out and do it”

He stares between you and his sister as you get up to approach him and whisper in his ear.

“please daddy” you whisper into his ears as he perks up.

“alright fine sit down, this is terrible”

you laugh as he begins busting down his moves like a real one.

he got them knees i just know it

you and his sister laugh as he covers his face and walks up to you putting his whole body weight on you.

“get off me YOURE HEAVY ARAN”

“alright fine” he says picking you up and carrying you to his room. “Now repeat what you whispered into my ear real quick”

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fannishcodex · 3 years

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More Bat adora and her papa please, just to tied us over while you are making the story.

@thehumminbrawler So this actually inspired me to write a like ficlet oneshot. ^^; May be out-of-continuity with the mainline AU, but was neat to put it down and I kinda just needed to put it down due to some stuff going IRL right now, I'm like coping with fandom even more right now.

Notes: While spacebat!Adora was a baby, Shadow Weaver tried to kidnap her and take over the Etherian Horde. Hordak managed to protect Adora, escaping with her and Imp as well as those that remained loyal to him/didn't want to follow SW, while SW took over the Fright Zone and created the Shadow Horde. Hordak and co.--pretty much now the Renegade Horde--fled to the Crimson Waste, and their presence started to stabilize the region. The Renegade Horde fights more with the Shadow Horde now, and tries to negotiate for allies more. The Renegade Horde has an ongoing and tense negotiation effort with the Royal Alliance against the Shadow Horde. The Valley refers to the Valley of the Lost, still a major settlement in the Crimson Waste and now more of a bustling center of commerce and community. Just quickly named Dryl Baker "Bekka." Due to Hordak's background of being surrounded by brothers as his own family and society, he perceives Adora and Imp as his younger siblings, but after Later Events he'll start exploring the terms of 'parent-child' and may think that fits their relationship better. (It's an AU Prime in this though the differences don't really come into play here.) There is a little Entrapdak.

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following his brothers while sneaking glances out the window at all the stars

all four eyes bearing down on him and pinning him in place

futilely holding a dying brother's hand on the battlefield

"--well I'm very happy you've got it all figured out, Imp." Hordak's ears twitched at his younger sister's grumbling, making his heart slow down. He clung to the sound of her voice, a refuge from nightmares and poor memories even if she obviously sounded irritated, though with an edge of self-reproach. The elder clone began to gingerly sit up, monitoring himself while slipping off the blanket. What could his younger siblings be squabbling over? What could be troubling Adora? How long had he slept?

Fortunately Hordak hadn't fainted, but he had felt weaker, tired earlier--enough so that Adora and Imp caught him and made him lie down and rest. As they had gotten older, his younger siblings had a habit of ganging up on him when they put their mind to it, and their teamwork always proved to be formidable. But Hordak had planned to search for some materials down in the Valley today, and he still saw no reason why he couldn't do so. He felt groggy, but also like some of his energy had been replenished. Adora's reasoning and Imp's insistence that he should rest had been sound.

Imp gave a warning screech, clearly spotting him, and Adora was immediately at his side. Though still...wobbly, irritation didn't flash through Hordak (he was getting better at accepting help from those he cared about). Instead, a fond smile slipped onto his face at his sister's presence. But when he caught her eye, his smile faltered slightly. They were blue and alive with concern--but he again stumbled on the dark slit pupils she had been blessed to inherit from their oldest brother and genetic template. Blessed. She had been blessed...it was his own weakness and cowardice that made him unsettled sometimes. But these were rare flashes for the differences always asserted themselves--Adora's eyes were a bright blue just like her fangs, and more significantly they were always warm and open, she had not the necessary detachment of Horde Prime. (And yet it had been a long time since Hordak had talked about Horde Prime with either Adora or Imp.)

Hordak felt his own self-reproach cloud his mind when Adora frowned, but felt it retreat when she only said that maybe he should lie back down, and asked how he felt. She apparently hadn't realized Hordak foolishly misdirected fear toward her eyes and the unintended offense. Adora had thought his faltering smile and proverbial wince was due to his physical weakness, not his mental one. The elder clone took a breath and shook his head. "I'm fine, Sister. I've rested enough--" Adora glared, and her ears gave a warning flick. "You shouldn't go to town today--" Hordak opened his mouth, then his eyes landed on a tray of tiny soup mugs. He decided to switch tactics. Sometimes it was necessary in the face of Adora's determination. "Entrapta made soup?" It wasn't really a question, and he reached out a talon for a mug. Though he hadn't seen her before Adora and Imp had convinced him to rest, he assumed his partner must've come while he slept, made something for when he awoke, then took her leave. They were all busy with impending negotiations and the...local customs that were apparently necessary. (He still didn't understand "parties," while Adora tackled them with dedication, almost always open to finding the value in anything.) Imp passed him a mug, and Adora absently nodded. "Yeah, she came while you were out and whipped them up." Then she shook her head, re-focusing. "She said--"

"--tell Hordak to feel better and sorry I couldn't stay, Cobalt needed some time-sensitive wrangling with the delegation from Thaymor--but I'll be back later tonight!" Entrapta's recording filtered out once Imp opened his mouth. Hordak smiled at her bright voice. Adora laughed and rubbed the back of her neck. "Right, that. Thanks Imp." She slid the tray of soup closer to Hordak, where it had been placed on a small table next to his bed. "You like it? Entrapta said she tried something different, added a new herb or something that Bekka told her about," his sister remarked, and Hordak nodded around a sip. Then Adora's ears snapped down, nearly horizontal, and her eyes narrowed. "Eating your soup doesn't mean you should go out right now." "I'll have been fed and rested," Hordak pointed out after finishing his second mug. Adora's ears pricked up to their usual stance, and her eyes were no longer narrowed. "Hordak, I can just go into town for you--" His sister was apparently trying to change tactics too. The elder clone shook his head. "I am looking through updated inventory, not picking up something I know they already have." He downed another mug of soup. "If you just described what you're looking for--" "It's not that simple, it's..." Hordak shook his head. "It would be easier if I did it myself." "...You're just browsing, aren't you?" Hordak nodded, realizing Adora had articulated what he meant. "Yes, that." His sister blew out a frustrated breath, her ears giving an irritated flick. But she still didn't look convinced. "You can always accompany me to the Valley," Hordak finally said after he emptied another mug. Usually Adora loved exploring the merchants' wares in the Valley markets; it was what he had come to learn was called a "hobby." "My formal dress got wrecked when the Shadow Horde tried to kidnap Prince Peekablue." Adora's disappointed voice crackled out as Imp played the recording, while the present Adora's ears pricked up in surprise. "We can look for something new for you in town," Hordak added, seizing on Imp's opening. Adora's eyes darted between her brothers, frowning. Imp looked smug and far too satisfied, while Hordak tried not to grin at his younger brother's demeanor. Hordak and Imp could form their own effective team as well. Adora shook her head, but hesitantly. "That's fine, there's still time before the talks and the delegates' ball, I can go when you're feeling better--" "I feel better now," Hordak insisted. Imp chittered cajolingly as he climbed up on his shoulder, but Adora favored her fellow hybrid brother with a glare. "Backstabber," she grumbled at Imp, who just chirped teasingly. Then their sister rolled her eyes. "Fiiiine." Imp theatrically scrunched up his face in faux disgust, then played back a recording of one of Princess Mermista's signature groans. "Woah no, I'm not--don't even joke about that--" Adora snapped with wide, alarmed eyes while Imp snickered and Hordak slid a hand over his growing smile. ___ Since the fracture of the Etherian Horde and their exile into the Crimson Waste, the desert region had been changing with the influx of now branded Renegade Horde members who rejected Shadow Weaver's command. The place had become more stable, and in that stability it had found a new profitability in more consistent commerce. After examining scrap yards and mechanics for new goods and finding some promising materials that went straight into Adora's shopping pack--she refused to let Hordak carry anything, and Hordak refrained from resisting as long as she agreed to let him carry whatever new dress she picked--they went to the merchants selling various garments and accessories. Adora tried to efficiently and quickly select something, and while Hordak could see her reasoning, he instead told her that she could spend more time looking. "You normally enjoy the markets," he pointed out to her. Hordak still had mixed feelings on the place, which was especially dependent on how tolerable the crowds were. But he felt satisfied when he found particularly useful tools or supplies there; he enjoyed it more when he hunted for supplies with Entrapta and shared conversation with her; it brightened his mood when he watched Adora bounce happily between the stalls and eagerly browse while Imp flew around her head, orbiting her like a moon.

His sister sighed. Imp plopped on her head, pouting, and Adora stumbled a little under the sudden weight of him. She frowned and glared up at the boy, but then stared back at Hordak. "Yeah, but--" "I'm fine, Adora," Hordak repeated. Then he hesitated, and continued, "We...could use a break, and that can take the form of an afternoon in the market stalls." It was difficult to learn, but Hordak had been learning. He had been learning from his younger siblings, when he found he liked letting them play, and continued to desire seeing them enjoy themselves when they could. He had learned from Cobalt, Grizzlor, and Octavia once he realized he could trust them more. He had learned from Entrapta... (Hordak tried not to think of his oldest brother wreathed in light and consumed with purpose.) Adora blinked, and gave a soft smile. Then she giggled as Imp mussed up her snow white hair, and Hordak led them to the dried fruit stall they all favored. ___ Adora examined various dresses and talked to some eager-to-sell merchants while her brothers stood back. Imp ate the last of the dried apricots while he sat on Hordak's shoulder, and though the risk was minimal, Hordak wanted to ensure he did not make a mess on the shop's inventory. When Imp finished, Hordak nodded to him, quietly giving permission, and the boy immediately launched himself off and flitted around Adora's head. Locals used to Imp were able to mind the boy's flight path.

"Hey, Hordak, you already have an outfit picked out like Imp and Entrapta, right?" Adora called out from behind a shelf of scarves and jewelry, with only the tips of her ears poking out. And then they ducked out of sight while she was clearly on the search for something, or examining something more closely.

"Yes," Hordak said, while he glared at Imp and gave a warning flick of his ears when the boy started playing with a scarf, wrapping it too fast and roughly around his body. The boy stuck out his tongue, but began to disentangle himself.

"Okay, so I'm looking for a dress, but I thought I could accessorize too because something just caught my eye--but maybe I should find a dress first--but this accessory could help me narrow down on a dress that could pair well with it--"

Hordak actually felt the urge to laugh, but he fought it down and only allowed himself a smile. (But he questioned himself--why not laugh, a chuckle in the Valley's bustling market would not be out of place--the silence of his brothers while on guard shift, four eyes staring down--but he had already broken so many edicts--the cold click of a talon guard--)

"Are you asking for input, or brainstorming?" Hordak asked, shoving back thoughts of his original home away. It was a question he had asked Adora before, wishing to determine when she wanted his thoughts or when she wanted someone to just listen.

"Brainstorming! And I'm also prepping you because I want to show you and see what you think, and I think I found something you might like too--" And then Adora stepped out and gestured to her ears with a smile.

Hordak looked, and he felt something rise up in his throat, and he hated himself. The metal clasps wrapped around Adora's ears were bronze and they didn't even reach the tips of her ears--but in his mind's eye he saw Prime and silver clasps perfectly fitted to his ears, and the dark slit pupils of Adora's bright blue eyes were swallowed up by vivid green and lacking in all warmth...

"Brother--?"

Hordak flinched, his eyes squeezed shut. And then it registered with him that it had been Adora's voice filled with concern, obviously not Prime's. His self-loathing grew. He opened his eyes just in time to see Adora close the gap and lay a supporting talon on his arm, clearly worried he might stumble. Imp clung to her shoulder, with part of the scarf he had been playing with still wrapped around one of his arms.

"Hey, are you okay? Do you need to sit down?"

"I...yes, I just need to take a seat," Hordak said, thinking pretending he had felt a little faint was better than admitting to the awful and confusing thoughts that plagued him. Adora promptly and politely asked the merchant's assistant if they had a stool, and he immediately provided one.

Adora thanked the assistant, then looped an arm around Hordak's, clearly wanting to help him sit. Normally he would've resisted, he would've insisted that he could sit by himself at least, but shame and guilt made him comply. But then he saw in his sister's face that his easy compliance had not been reassuring to her.

"When you're ready, we can go back--"

Hordak shook his head while Imp switched to his shoulder. "I'm fine now; I can wait here while you find your dress." Avoiding her concerned look, Hordak unwrapped the final piece of scarf away from Imp, then carefully began rolling it up.

The elder clone glanced up at Adora's ears--now dipped low with worry, he noted with another stab of guilt--and forced himself to review the new accessory by its own merit. Despite his efforts, he felt it still looked eerily similar to Prime's; but its bronze material seemed to go well with the reds Adora tended to favor.

His ears flicked in the direction of her new jewelry. "Their color suits you," he murmured with muted but genuine fondness. This was his sister, her own...truly her own person. Her capacity for mercy marked her as distinct.

Adora's ears pricked up, and she ran a talon self-consciously across the length of a clasp adorning one of them. "You really think so?"

"Of course."

She smiled softly back. Then she startled, as if remembering something. She raised her other talon, closed in a fist. "This is the, um, thing I thought you might like." She unfurled her fist and let a single, red diamond earring dangle from her carefully pinched, taloned fingers. "I'm pretty sure it's supposed to be by itself for an asymmetrical look--at least that's what the note next to it said--"

When Hordak reached out a talon, Adora dropped it in his waiting palm. He rubbed a thumb over its surface, still warm from his sister's touch.

"It's exquisite," Hordak said, and Adora softly chuckled, pleased. Then after again asking Hordak if he was fine and Hordak again insisting he was, Adora went back to looking. Soon she amassed a pile of clothes and claimed one of the dressing stalls. By the time she came out wearing the first dress, Imp was settled in Hordak's lap, and Hordak had tried on the red diamond earring.

"Too long," Adora muttered. She went back in, and came out again in a new dress.

"Too much...um, ruffles?"

Dress number three. "This color's not working."

Back in, back out. "The embroidery's kinda too much."

Next. "Okay guys, what do you think of--?"

"You look like you got run over by a tank." Imp used a recording of Grizzlor's voice, and Hordak gave a scolding hiss.

With a flush running across both her ears and cheeks, Adora immediately ran back into the stall and snapped the curtain behind her. Imp glanced up at Hordak with a guilty look, realizing his joking had gone too far. "You will apologize to her later," he told Imp with a glare.

"Um, so I actually like...kinda like this one..." Adora's voice filtered out from behind the curtain of the stall, and the hesitancy in her voice made Imp's ears lower even more, and Hordak did not relent in the glare he favored him with. "But I dunno, it's...well, look--"

And Adora stepped out, with one talon gripping her other arm while her cheeks and the tips of her ears still flushed blue. Adora favored red, and all of the dresses she had tried on were different shades of it, but this one was the right sort of crimson that went well enough with her blue skin. The cut of it was simple, from its torso to the way the edge of its skirt flared out, but the structure of it suited Adora in his mind. Its belt was just as simple, and with an amber color that paired well with her bronze ear clasps.

"It's kinda basic, but..."

"You look lovely, Adora," Hordak said, and his sister's ears perked up.

"Beautiful." Imp conveyed with a recorded excerpt of Entrapta's voice.

Adora smiled, her blue fangs beaming.

A/N: Thanks for reading! Comments/reblogs/likes are deeply appreciated!

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deberiaestarescribiendo · 3 years

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Treasure Hunt #Writer Wednesday 09/09/21 Dave York x F!reader

Summary: What looks like a normal training exercise will reveal secrets and questions you’ve been asking. A new mission will tie you and Dave closer together.

Read earlier chapters here:

MASTERLIST

For #Writer Wednesday created by @autumnleaves1991-blog and masterlist compiled by @clydesducktape

Warnings: violence, anxiety, talks about infidelity, cheating and daddy issues. Light smut (everything is implied nothing explicit yet)

Other things: Readers past is implied (abandonment, family issues, childhood trauma) I also created a background for Dave. Canon divergence from the film (obvs) from here, I will be using part of its plot in the future

A/N: Okaaay so I might be cheating this week a little. I started writing for this prompt when it was posted but I’ve fallen down in a huge writer’s block these past weeks so I couldn’t finish it. So I pushed myself to get it done and mixed a little with the prompt of this week in hopes that having a deadline would help and it kinda worked (well I’m posting this on Friday so…) I hope it’s okay.

I added some other notes at the end :)

Not beta’d and sorry if there’s some questionable word choices or bad grammar.

Paris, 8th arrondissement, Hôtel La Madeleine. 1 AM.

The breeze moves the white curtains over the balcony, the dark green bottle of champagne long forgotten over its ice bucket. The drops from the bottle fall one by one from its long neck to the wooden table where it rests half empty.

The two glasses lay beside it, one has a deep red lip stain, the other is half empty

Your gaze is fixed over the condensation and the small trickles going down softly over the curves of the bottle, you can almost feel it so softly going down and down just like the warm wetness goes down between your legs over the bed.

The breeze is cold but it refreshes your hypersensitive skin and the sweat that pools in your lower back.

His hand travels softly, just the tip of his fingers over your thigh until it lands on the small soft skin between your leg and your ass, travelling downwards you feel his fingers collecting your arousal and he moans softly and deeply behind you.

When you walked over that long corridor, white door after white door, the whispers of the Tv on the other rooms, the muffled sound of the Parisian traffic and your heels stepping over that red and cream carpet, you never thought you'll end up like this. You should have thought those golden bubbles would come straight to your head, you should have known what would happen if you end up with him...and yet

“Have you made up your mind yet, sweetheart?” he asks, his voice is raspy so full of promises and desire

Have you?

Somewhere around Washington D.C. USA. A month ago

“Aren’t you tired, sweetheart? I bet you’re freezing and hungry. You have just to tell me where you are and you will have a nice hot bath...I know how much you like them”

“Fucker…” your teeth chatter and you have to hold your arms together to stop your body from trembling violently

“You’re doing a great job, but it’s late and scary. You have nothing to prove...you have nothing to prove to me”

“Fuck you, David” you mutter pressing your back to a tree. Thank god for these clothes that save the little warmth you still hold inside you and prevent an immediate hypothermia. But your cheeks start to hurt if you move your mouth and there’s that numbing sensation growing at the tip of your toes. The grumbling from your stomach keeps intensifying even if you try to ignore it. Those energetic bars are long gone and the last time you grabbed a hot meal was hours ago.

The night in the woods sings in a totally different kind of symphony. Whilst the day was peaceful and serene while you walked over the crunching sounds of leaves under your feet, the birds chirping and the slow and gentle rumour of a nearby stream; the night is alive, grunts and calls from the animals that have been woken by the moon but still hidden in the dark. The moonlight shines over the trees that are now a big black blur of twisting branches and the ominous whispers of the leaves moving against the wind. All of it reminds you that you’re the stranger here, you don’t belong, you’re weak and alone, not adapted to survive in the wild. If the light of day made you believe that the forest was a safe haven, a way to connect to nature, the night assures you of its wildness and dangers.

“ Do you hear it? What is out here? if you think about it, me and the team finding you is not the worst thing that could happen to you”

His voice penetrates you, sending shivers down your spine. His velvet raspy voice crepts through the comm in your ear straight to your brain. Dave has entered and conquered every thought, crawling deeply and slowly like a dormant virus through your veins waiting for the perfect moment to jump and attack you from the inside. He knows every little thing that makes you react, every memory that you repeat inside your head over and over again.

Tom dying, you escaping through the emptiness of that dark and cold place, the gentle and warm bath he gave you afterwards cleaning away the blood, the pain but not the trauma. The kiss. He’s pulling every cord that makes you jump like a puppet and waiting for you to snap.

You scold yourself every day for spending much more time thinking more about the two brief kisses you shared than you being a murderer. A coping mechanism you try to explain, but in truth you know it’s not like that.

You think of Dave because there’s nothing else that really matters, because his way of life, his coldness and pragmatism in these matters have already settled in your head.

It’s just a job, it’s not personal

Yes, injecting a deadly mix of medication inside someone’s veins it’s not personal, not even if you avoid watching as the life in his eyes fades away.

“I know you’re so close, sweetheart, but is it worth it?”

The yellow light flickers through the glass window, inviting and warm just a few meters away from you, tempting you to dare and run towards the door of that tiny wooden hut.

It could be too easy, maybe he’s not that close anyway. The rest of the team must be surrounding the hut but you have a clear path, it's been hours since you and the team started this "training game"

Hide from the team, find the house, retrieve the treasure. Easy.

"Have you play treasure hunt when you were a kid, pup?" Kovac asked

You shook your head

"You know summer camps, with your friends or family? You have never..." He insisted

And again you shook your head

"You'll have one hour of advantage from us, here's a map to find the house, enter and take the price without us finding you. It’s easy" Resnik explained

"Easy? You guys were special forces, what chance do I have?" You roared

"Didn't I say you have an hour?" Resnik reiterated rolling his eyes

"Think about how you escaped from those guys that killed Tom, they were also very well prepared and nevertheless you’re here, aren’t you?”

Dave stepped closer to you, blocking the death stares you were giving to Resnik. A cold hand on your shoulder made you look at him. And there it was, that sweet smile he gives you every time you’re doubting, when your trust in him falters and when your natural instinct to run away is activated. He sees that, he sees the cracks and the questions in your eyes. And he reacts accordingly with delicacy and precision, Dave gives you something, just a tiny gesture to bewitch you again.

And then you are trapped, you nod and you become pliant to his will.

Until you’re what I want and what I need

Now, in this cold night, helpless in the middle of the wild you wonder if you have achieved it. If you’re molded already like Dave wished when he first met you.

That version of you, you believe, would take a risk, so you stretch one leg slowly taking another step forward into the dark but closer to the light in the house.

Dave has become quiet on the comm and that makes you increasingly nervous. He must be watching, waiting to get you.

Cursing with closed teeth at the soft noises the leaves make when you step on them, you move forward. Hiding your figure from tree to tree you arrive at the last one before the terrain is clear of them and there’s a few meters to the hut’s door.

They will see you, you know that, once the moon rays shine on you, you will be uncovered by the trees and it will be a matter of seconds for them to stop you from getting the treasure, whatever that is.

The adrenaline makes you jump when the air breezes your way, moving the soft hairs on your nape, biting your lips so as not to gasp, you breathe deeply once and gather all your courage to run towards the door.

Closing it behind you, you could almost hear your heart beating through your ribs. The place is dusty, an oil lamp, similar to the ones that old boats have, casts shadows over the hunter’s hooks that hang from the ceiling. The ominous clic clac metallic sound from them moving above you softly hitting one another gets your attention for a second. What the fuck is this place? Why has Dave a hunter’s hut in the middle of nowhere?

You breathe through your nose three times and exhale loudly through your mouth inspecting the room.

What would qualify as a price in a place like this? the rotten wood chairs and table full of dust and dead flies? the old oil lamp?

You approach the table, its warmth attraping you and you moan feeling the heat already waking up your fingers. The golden metal is hot and even through the gloves that cover your hands you wince upon holding it. There’s nothing special to it other than its old fashioned style, you turn it around and incline it to inspect the base. The light reflects the golden base revealing a poem engraved in cursive letters:

The Ocean has its silent caves,

Deep, quiet, and alone;

Though there be fury on the waves,

Beneath them there is none.

The awful spirits of the deep

Hold their communion there;

And there are those for whom we weep,

The young, the bright, the fair.

Calmly the wearied seamen rest

Beneath their own blue sea.

The ocean solitudes are blest,

For there is purity.

The earth has guilt, the earth has care,

Unquiet are its graves;

But peaceful sleep is ever there,

Beneath the dark blue waves.

In loving memory of Capt. David S. York

You frown at the name engraved at the end. What is this supposed to mean? You are so captured by the lamp you forget for a moment that you shouldn’t place your hand close to the crystal that protects the flame.

“Shit!” you scream letting it roll over the table, reacting before it breaks and causes a fire, you grab it before it falls down. Catching your breath after almost making an incredible mess, you notice that under the space it occupied leaving a circle of dust, there’s a small key.

“Congratulations”

You haven’t even heard him open the door, somehow the wood has not even creaked under his weight. Dave is a shadow, completely dressed in black. His hands covered in black leather gloves push aside the hooks hanging from the ceiling while he moves towards you

“Fuck” you whisper “How did you…”

He smirks “What? you got cocky because you thought you won without us finding you? You wouldn’t think you have already surpassed your master, no sweetheart?”

“No...but”

Dave points to the key on your hand “Don’t you wanna know what it opens?”

“Y-y-es”

“Come” he turns around. The light of the lamp doesn’t reach the end of the cabin so he grabs your hand, the soft stretch sound the leather makes when he holds your hand in his makes you shiver, his thumb finds the small slot where your glove meets your sleeve and caresses the soft skin over your pulse drawing small circles over your veins “I’m proud of you”

In the pitch dark you feel he gently pulls you to the ground

“Dave…”

“Trust me”

Then you feel it, a soft warmer breeze comes from under your feet. Dave places your hand on the ground and makes you feel that there’s a gap.

“I’m going first” he leaves your hand and you hear him grunt and then a muffled sound when he lands wherever that gap leads to

“C’mon, jump, I’ll catch you” he says

Palping the gap you find the opposite end and throw your legs to the dark emptiness until Dave holds your ankles

“Trust me” you lower your body a little bit more, letting Dave roam his hands through your legs until he hugs you under your bottocks. You release your hands losing a little bit of balance until you find Dave’s shoulders

“Shit!” you scream holding Dave’s head for your dear life

“I will leave you on the ground now” he said with an amused tone

With extreme delicacy he lowers you until your feet touch the ground. His hands move upwards to your hips and then your lower back.

Dave is so close you can feel his chest breathing in and out and the heat from his body. The sandalwood tones of his parfum deliciously mixing with the leather he wears make your bones mellow until you feel like giving in and place your head on his chest. Your fingertips tickle trying so hard not to reach him and pull him even closer till your lips meet.

“Just a moment” you feel the heat from his voice when he speaks, so close, just raise on your tiptoes and you could have his lips touch you. But he gets away, leaving you in the pitch dark.

“Close your eyes” he says and you hear a mechanism turning. The lights hit you hard even when you have your eyes closed and looking down to your feet. First one and then the other you open them, but you have to squint a little until you’re accustomed again to the light.

Dave has opened a metallic door, black and heavy.

“What is this? Your bunker?”

“It was a bunker, yes. C’mon on in, it’s warm inside” he invites you in, holding the door for you

“You were here the whole time?”

“No, I was following you, I didn’t want you to get hurt. But when you got really close I got inside. I knew you will get in”

“Right, and the others?” you step forward, the inside of the bunker is built in red colored bricks, full of greenish metallic shelves. On them there’re many black cases of different sizes and you’re sure that inside are different types of guns, their ammunition not far away on the shelves at the end of the room.

“In the city, they have stuff to do”

You gasp with your arms on your hips “So, you lied about you guys chasing me?”

“It’s a simple exercise, drop you in an environment that will clearly stress you, throw some kind of threat and see if you’re able to go on and complete a task without any of those things distracting you” He crosses his arms casually and leans on the wall

“By threat you mean you, right?”

“Well, you keep thinking I’m going to kill you even if I made myself perfectly clear that I don’t want to. So yes, if it was a threat in your head, it works fine for the exercise” he shrugs

“It doesn’t help that you bring me to this kind of place, Dave” you extend your arms to the room.

“What kind of places do you want me to take you to?” he asks biting the inside of his cheek hiding a smile

“Well, for starters, I’d love to go to a restaurant like the first day I met you” you pass your hand over the black cases. To the right there’s a metallic cupboard with a big lock on its handle

“Yes, it was a nice meal...we could go if you want to” he says softly, you would have not even heard it if it wasn’t for the small place you’re in

“Why would your wife say?” the words get out before you think. Biting your lip and closing your eyes you turn your face to the wall not yet ready to face Dave

“Don’t you wanna open that cupboard? you have the key” he answers and you hear him walking towards you

“Well dodged, David”

“Open the cupboard” He commands in your ear

The cupboard is divided in four compartments each one of them have a small label on them “D” “R” “K” and now your initial in one of them. Each of them is full of documents and manila folders.

“I’m sorry to inform you, you died. I did actually kill you” He extends his arm over you, caging you between his body and the cupboard’s door. Dave takes one document and places it in front of your eyes. You read it briefly and you get it’s actually your death certificate “It’s for security”

“Who knows about this?”

“I have to inform your father”

“Not my father” you spit

“Well… that’s how I got your lovely photo back”

You bite your lip harshly, the question polluting your brain. Did he at least mourn you? did he cared? cried?

“It’s better to let it go as your past. So…”

He leaves the document in its place and grabs a small leather wallet “I choose a generic name, you’ll have to use it for everything, learn it and it has to come out naturally to everybody but us, you can keep using your real name with the team. But with this” he opens it and lets you look inside, a passport, a driver’s license, a new identity “you have more freedom to go around, built you a life”

“That’s what you did? Captain David York is dead and you went on with Dave...not very much of a difference really” you scoff

“Captain David York was my father” when you turn to him, his jaw is tense and his eyes are darker

“So you…”

“Me and the guys are different. We went on to retire from service, the crimes we did are legal so they are covered by the Government. You needed a fresh start”

“Thank you” you murmur. He’s still close behind you, you just have to take one step back and you would be leaning on his chest. His face turns to you, and you bite down a moan when you see that he’s intently looking at your lips “Congratulations again, you’re officially part of the team. So what do you want to do with your new life?”

“I don’t know. I never had the opportunity to really think about that”

“What about travelling?”

“That’d be nice…”

“What about Paris?”

“Wait…”

“Next job, it’s a little bit different and it will be overseas...you and me” Dave bends his neck closer to you and licks his lip “I think it will be fun” he smirks and you know he’s pleased seeing you all flustered, fixed on his lips, a hunger to jump and kiss him.

He still hasn’t tell you about his wife

“And I will be what? your secretary? assistant? that’s what you’d tell your wife” He sighs and stands tall again getting away from you

“My wife is none of your business”

“Yeah, isn’t it always like that? Oblivious women, traitorous men”

You push back your elbow softly so he backs off and lets you keep your distance from him

“It’s not like that”

“Yeah” you snort “you don’t love her, you’re about to divorce her, she’s crazy. I’ve heard every excuse on the book, David” you list pointing each reason with your fingers

“I love my wife, I’m not divorcing her and she’s not crazy” Dave adapts the same position as before, leaning on the wall, looking at you while you roam around

“Oh! good to know!” you yell “You just like to fuck around or fuck with my brain...great”

“Neither” he’s frowning, arms tensed around his chest

“Then, I don’t know what the fuck is going on” you slap your hands on your thighs defeated

“I’m not gonna lie, since I saw you I had a very intense need of protecting you. I saw something you; you’re a survivor, you fight your way out of a very tough life. I admire that and I wanted to help...to give you a way out of that”

“It doesn’t explain why you have to kiss me when you’re married, Dave”

He smirks and nods

“Oh, sweetheart…’cos you wanted it that much?”

“You’re an asshole” you snap offended

“And I did too” he interrupts before you go on “I like you... very much. I try to stay away leaving you to Kovac to train you knowing that seeing you every day would make it hard for the both of us and I needed you to focus, to learn so eventually you can go on your own”

“What?” you step closer

“I don’t know if you could do this job for the long term, not exactly this”

“Killing you mean?”

“Yes, but there’s plenty of other things you could do and get yourself a good life from it. That’s why after the job in Paris, you can decide what you want to do, either leave or stay in the team” He pronounces his words calmly but there’s a point in Leave where his voice cracks and now he stays in silent waiting for you to react

“You’ll let me go even if I know all these things about you” you point around the room

“Again, I know you’re smarter than to go and tell this to somebody”

“We were talking about you kissing me being a married man, Dave, and you turn the tables in your favor once again and now all I can think about is that you want me to leave”

“I didn’t say that. I didn’t say I want you to leave, it’s a possibility” He takes a few steps closer, stopping midway to see if you’ll recoil again

“I cannot do that” you shake your head, you take a step back “I cannot be with you knowing I’d be ruining some other woman’s life. I’ve seen the chaos a cheater husband can create, David”

“Don’t call me David, David was my father” he continues

“I’m not going to be the other woman, Dave”

“It would not be like that” one step closer “Believe me, it’s not like that” he extends his arm to you, a few centimeters away from you face, he waits until you don’t move and touches you cheek “Trust me, do this job with me and then you will decide, if you want me or you want to go away” pinning your chin between his thumb and fingers he makes you raise your face to him “ I love if you stayed with me...I really want you” he lowers his face to you, his warm breath whispering the words directly to your lips “I really want you to stay”

“Dave” you call not knowing if you want to protest, to beg for his kiss or just calling him because you love his name on your lips.

You’re confused, mind clouded, the blood in your brain pumping hot, his dark roots tightening around your heart. All the pain of the past, your morals get out of your conscience because all you can see is him, all you crave is in front of you. And this hunger doesn’t know about what’s right or wrong, it only knows that he’s extremely close and you have to have him

“Kiss me” you beg or maybe command, and he smiles for a second, his right dimple showing that expression where he looks sweet, that nobody would associate to a cold blooded killer.

Is he that sweet with his wife?

That intrusive thought is swiftly forgotten when he seals his lips to yours. This time you don’t let him take control, it’s you who captures his lower lip to yours and forces him to open his mouth to let you in. Dave grunts when he feels your nails scraping his scalp holding him in place, his hands moving impatiently over your body pushing you against him.

The moment gets interrupted with the deep vibrations of Dave’s phone over the metallic shelves.

“Shit” he doesn’t get away instantly, placing his forehead over yours for a few seconds catching his breath. “I guess I’m not the only one you got completely smitten in the team” he chuckles watching at his phone screen and then shows you the notification of a new message.

Kovac:

Boss is the lil pup okay?

Paris, 8th arrondissement, Hôtel La Madeleine. 2 AM

He mumbles something in your ear, but you’re too far away to understand. His lips brush over your neck, and then he bites softly over your pulse. He moves you, you feel your center of gravity swiftly changing, almost making you lose your balance. But Dave gets you, he molds you, bends you to his will and seals your arms behind your back.

Dave, please

is it, you? it is you that little pitiful voice calling his name. Your face feels like fire pressed against the silky sheets. He presses his body over yours, his hard chest and his abdomen fits perfectly in your lower back, your curves and his, concave and convex, make the perfect puzzle until there’s nothing between you but your sweat and the words and noises you both provoke on the other.

“Stay with me” with each word he gets deeper

Stay, stay with each thrust of his hips, it gets clear that you have no options left. There’s only one way out of this.

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Taglist: I'm tagging the people that asked on the first place but I also took the liberty to tag those who commented on the last chapter, so feel free to let me know if you want me to erase it :)

@ericasabe @1andthesame @stevie75 @missswriter @justanotherblonde23 @kesskirata @axshadows @cassian-jynerso @littlemisspascal

A/N 2: the scent of leather and sandalwood actually comes from a Primark home diffuser I've bought the other day and it smells delicious, pretty masculine and that's why I thought it would suit Davey

A/N 3: Reader: I have Daddy Issues

Dave:

#dave york x fem!reader #dave york pit #dave york x you #dave york x reader #Pedro Pascal #Pedro Pascal fic #pedro pascal characters #Pedro Pascal characters fanfiction #Dave York smut #jose pedro balmaceda pascal #suburban murder daddy #writer wednesday #Dave York

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bookofmirth · 3 years

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So I initially deleted this because I didn’t want to get into it, but I also think the question is genuine and I wanted to explain my thinking. CW for emotional and physical abuse and sexual assault.

I am tagging @silverlinedeyes because this ask concerns them and I don’t appreciate being vagued, whether it’s a blogger or someone answering an ask that mentions me. I try not to vague other people and I’m not perfect but... just getting this all out in the open.

So I can’t speak for everyone who was upset at the initial post comparing Ianthe and Gwyn. Personally, I kind-of grimaced and was mostly confused about what in the world they could possibly have in common and why such a comparison would be necessary. As people, they are fundamentally different. And to me, the comparison is incredibly thin. Eye color and priestesses? How many priestesses have that eye color? And to use that to connect them to a creature we’ve only read about in two sentences in the whole series, a creature we’ve never actually seen on page and know next to nothing about? Basically, the intention or purpose behind the comparison didn’t make sense to me.

Now I’ll be perfectly transparent - I didn’t read the whole post because I could tell that it wasn’t for me. I also didn’t go around vaguing it. It was mentioned in some asks that I got and I tried to limit my commentary on that post and focus on the comparisons I had made, intentionally. Because 1) I can’t speak from the position of a SA survivor, and those are the people that post concerned, and 2) I didn’t fully read it, and 3) I don’t want to vague people! This fandom is divided enough. I know I made a joke after acosf came out how we are all having separate, loud conversations in the same room and refusing to acknowledge the other conversations while somehow responding to one another. And it was kinda funny at first, but now it’s exhausting.

To me, comparing Ianthe, who is universally reviled as a r*pist, and Gwyn, who we know is a SA survivor, is unnecessary. That’s pretty much what it comes down to. Why do we need to do this? What is it telling us about any of the characters? About relationships? I know a lot of people found it anything from distasteful to downright offensive, and while I think that just about anything is fair game when it comes to fictional characters, I also personally think that the intention behind the comparison was confusing. I just personally don’t understand why we would need to talk about those characters in the same breath. What purpose does it serve? Someone who can speak from the position of a SA can please feel free to add on, if comfortable!

The reason that I compare Az and Tamlin is to analyze them as people, as characters, because I see a lot of similarities in who they are on a (currently) fundamental level - their anger, their loneliness, their attempts to restrain their destructive impulses. These are major parts of who they are as people and how they interact with the world. There were red flags present in acotar that I recognized from my personal life and that I can now see in Azriel. Frankly, it concerns me that people see Tamlin as a completely irredeemable villain, while not recognizing that Azriel shares some of the same personality traits.

Comparing a r*apist and a SA survivor is an unequal comparison. Emotional and physical abuse, on the other hand, tends to be generational. I’m not an expert on a professional or academic level, but I did a quick search on my university’s database, and found this from “Interrupting the Intergenerational Transmission of Violence”, and please note that these lines were the context or background - this article didn’t set out to prove these statements to be true, they are already commonly accepted knowledge and so their research was looking to solve the problem:

Children exposed to domestic violence are at increased risk for a wide range of emotional and behavioural disorders. Conduct disorder, in particular, may ultimately lead to the perpetration of further domestic violence in the next generation. Parental characteristics such as warmth and positive attributions may mitigate the risk for intergenerational transmission of violence.

I think that as a fandom, people really, really tend to mischaracterize Azriel. It bothers me. He’s not soft. I’m sorry, he’s just not. We have multiple examples of him being described, using words like “rage”, “cruel”, “temper”. One of the first posts I ever made in this fandom that got a lot of attention (over four years ago) was trying to correct these mischaracterizations. They keep happening.

There was an icy rage in Azriel I had never been able to thaw. In the centuries I’d known him, he’d said little about his life, those years in his father’s keep, locked in darkness. (ACOMAF)

One moment, Azriel was seated. The next, he’d blasted through Eris’s shield with a flare of blue light and tackled him backward, wood shattering beneath them. “Shit,” Cassian spat, and was instantly there— And met a wall of blue. Azriel had sealed them in, and as his scarred hands wrapped around Eris’s throat, Rhys said, “Enough.” (ACOWAR)

Az didn’t answer. I held his gaze, though. Held that ice-cold stare that still sometimes scared the shit out of me. (ACOFAS)

Az had a vicious competitive streak... quiet and cruel and utterly lethal. (ACOSF)

Azriel stiffened, an outright sign of temper (ACOSF)

These are just a few of the examples, but we can also think about acofas when he gets angry at dinner thinking about how his mother was treated as a servant, when he can’t handle being around people who are happy on Solstice. I could make a whole post but I’m kinda sick of talking about Azriel at this point.

I have experienced an emotionally abusive relationship much like feylin was. I made myself so small, for years, because this person’s anger and anxiety and grief took up so much space in the world. I felt like I had to overcompensate, to not make them feel jealous if I was having a good day, and to not take on my negative feelings if I had a bad day. So I just stopped feeling things. For years. It didn’t go well. I’m still dealing with the aftermath.

I have also witnessed physical domestic violence, as a child. I don’t think I need to explain further than that.

My fanfiction A Loveless Romantic deals heavily with the feylin abuse, and I only feel comfortable writing it because of my personal experiences. I’ve written posts about Nesta and alcohol and another post that I can’t currently find about why acotar is such a good book because it shows us all of those red flags for abuse before many people knew they were red flags. (If I can find it I’ll reblog.) My point is, when I go into analyses and metas like these, they aren’t just an exercise in “oh hey what if?!” It’s “here is my experience with this topic and so here’s how I read this with that background.”

The comparison between Azriel and Tamlin is deeply personal to me, and I didn’t exactly expect to have to disclose my personal history when making it, but when I see people vaguing about how the comparison “hurts people who have experienced abuse”, hi, OP knows exactly what she’s talking about on a personal level, thanks. So I’m going to keep talking about it, because I know what I’m talking about, and it bothers me that people can’t see it in fiction because I worry that they then won’t be able to see it IRL until it’s too late. I’m going to keep writing my “thinkpieces” because this is a topic I know a lot about, it’s important to me, and it’s something that I think a lot of people can and should learn more about.

#acotar #azriel #tamlin #cw abuse #acosf #ask #anon #i really need a moratorium on az #he no longer exists to me #nor tamlin #mor cassian nesta elain and lucien are the only characters to me

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