#i don’t believe in yelling at kids but if a kid physically hurts you or someone else?
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I just started watching Dimension 20’s Fantasy high, halfway through sophomore year, and I do want a fic where people realise just how used to being part of a group the bad kids are. For example-
-I fully believe every single one of them is used to Riz climbing them so he can see better. It’s usually Gorgug, but it’s happened to all of them at some point. They might hold out their arm for him to jump onto a counter, or so he can pin a clue to his board. Before they all sit at a table, at least one of them makes sure their 4’4 friend can jump onto the table.
-Every single one of them has also caught Adaine after she had a vision. Sometimes she can just shake them off, but the big ones make her falter in what she’s doing, which can be dangerous. It happened once in a fight, and now the people standing closest to her are always ready.
-Fabian doesn’t really recognise he has a blind spot with his eye injury, because the others immediately clocked it. But this also means they walk in between him and the road, in case some idiot mounts the curb. They keep an eye on anything to his right, shifting drinks and pushing chairs if they can tell his depth perception is a little off.
-Fig usually stands in the middle of the group to intimidate people into not messing with them, so it’s sort of become habit to just crowd around her. After the battle, if no one’s seriously hurt or anything, everyone just wanders over to Fig. At this point, Fig is always the first one to yell out after a fight, just so they can regroup.
-Gorgug is the go-to for lap-sits, leaning, anything to do with being physically supported by another persons body. His hoodie is soft, and his headphones are loud enough that you can kind of hear it if your leaning on him. His parents weren’t great with nonchalant physical contact, in case he was already upset, so he takes great joy in his friends not being scared to hug him for fun.
-Kristin has left her staff at every single house she could with the bad kids. She leaves her bag in classrooms, the library, the cafeteria. Whenever the group leave somewhere, they do a full scan, because Kristin has probably left something and they grab it for her. No one has any clue who her bag actually belongs to, because all of the bad kids have been seen carrying it around school several times.
The school at large know who the bad kids are, and the town recognise them, but they still don’t know why all of them double check a room before leaving, or collectively carry a small stool around with them. One student with a fantasy iron deficiency faints in class and Kristin catches her before she hits the ground. Once, Fig isn’t in school for a day and all the bad kids have this restless energy about them. It is not uncommon to see them on the field during lunch, curled up in a pile on Gorgug. One guy tries to surprise Fabian from the right and gets body checked by Adaine before it even registers.
It’s sort of uncomfortable for everyone to see any of them without the others, because it means a) the rest of them committed a crime, b) the rest of them are committing a crime, or c) the rest of them are about to run in and start planning to commit a crime. And no one wants to lose their plausible deniability here.
#fantasy high#riz gukgak#gorgug thistlespring#figeroth faeth#fabian seacaster#adaine abernant#kristen applebees#dimension 20#the bad kids
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☆ making bad decisions for you ∘ b.c
chan fucked up, and now he's left to deal with the consequences. how does one find someone to help their sweet pup through her heat on such short notice? the first step: call jisung. the second step: stay on the straight path. he has this under control. at least that's what chan thinks, until you throw him a curve...
─── ☆ pairing: bang chan x fem!reader
─── ☆ length: 2.3k
─── ☆ warnings: puppy hybrid!reader, sub!reader, perv!chan, big dick chan, pillow humping, corruption, bondage, unprotected sex, breeding (like a lot), dirty talk, praise, pet names: baby, pup, puppy
─── ☆ note: 18+ minors dni. the characters don’t represent real idols; this is fiction for entertainment purposes only. fictional smut is not a reflection of real life ! always communicate with your partner and practice consensual and safe sex ‹33
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Chan’s in over his head.
He knew this day would come. He should’ve been prepared. But he’s been so busy lately, and he didn’t keep track of your cycle — fuck, if only he could physically beat himself up for being the world’s shittiest owner.
And of course he can’t find the informational flyers anywhere, and he doesn’t trust the internet, the advice varying so wildly he isn’t sure what to believe. He could call the shelter, but he doesn’t want them to find out he messed up. What if they take you away from him?
So he calls the only experienced person he can think of: Jisung.
“I really don’t know what to do, Han, fuck! Please help…”
“Take a deep breath, it’ll be alright. It’s not your fault there’s a suppressant shortage. You sure you don’t want to…?”
“I can’t, it’s… it’s wrong,” Chan feels the panic rising in his chest again. He takes another gulp of air to calm his shaky nerves.
“Fine, okay, it was just a suggestion! No need to yell at me, lemme look into it. I'll find a stud for her and come over as soon as my shift’s done, okay? You try to stay calm in the meantime and do exactly as I've told you to. Can you do that?”
“I’m sorry, it’s - I’m a mess, I should’ve seen it coming, but thank you, Ji. Thank you. I owe you one.”
“No worries, bro. Good luck. Call me if you need any help.”
The call disconnects and Chan is left standing alone in the empty bathroom, his heart galloping in his chest. He failed you. But he needs to be there for you now. He's not proud of what he’s about to do, but you’ll understand. He has no other choice. When this is all over you’ll understand. Please, you have to…
“Please forgive me, Y/N,” he whispers and unlocks the door.
As soon as he steps out of the bathroom Chan’s thrown off balance by your body slamming into his. “Channie, sir, please,” you whimper, pressing yourself tighter against his side and wrapping your arms around his neck. Chan feels a blush rise to his cheeks and turns his head away, swallowing harshly.
“Let’s go to your bedroom, pup.”
You yelp excitedly and dart off, throwing yourself on the bed. Your tail wags against the sheets and Chan can’t help but smile. When he was a little kid he always thought he’d get a wolfdog hybrid, or a big husky, but then he saw you at the shelter: a little cream coloured mutt with soft ears and a fluffy tail, and he knew he had to bring you home.
You’re watching him rummage through his nightstand, head cocked and ears pointed. “‘t hurts, Channie, please hurry,” you roll on your back and stay there, skirt sliding down your thighs and almost exposing your panties. Chan coughs.
“I know, baby, Channie’s here to make it all better,” he mumbles and fishes a pair of padded handcuffs out of the drawer. “Just give me your hands, okay?”
You give him a puzzled look but comply, letting him attach the cuffs to the headboard. “I'm so sorry, puppy, I'm sorry,” he whispers, avoiding your eyes.
Then he turns around and hurries out of the room, closing the door behind him with a soft but resolute thud.
Your frustrated howls are loud enough to reach the living room and he flinches. Every noise you make pierces his soul and adds to the pool of guilt in his gut. He had to do it, Jisung told him so — keep her safe, tie her up somewhere, otherwise she might hurt herself. It’s for her best interest.
Chan knows, but why does it hurt him so much? He checks his phone, looking for a distraction. Two hours left until Jisung’s shift is done. Surely he can find a stud before the end of the day, right? Jisung knows so many people. He said everything would be fine. Chan just has to relax and trust him.
He takes another deep breath and turns on the tv, mindlessly going through the channels. He checks his phone again. 5 minutes have passed. Time’s never felt this slow.
Eventually he settles on a documentary about tiger hybrids. He almost succeeds in focusing on the (terrible but entertaining) storyline when he notices your howls have changed into softer, breathier sounds. They almost sound like… moans? Chan thinks. He feels his cock stir. He shifts on the couch and stares at the tv, but the screen is a blur and he doesn’t hear a word the voiceover says.
The noises continue and Chan grows more restless. How…? He looks at his phone again. 90 minutes left.
With growing curiosity, Chan’s feet lead him to your bedroom almost involuntarily. Your noises have grown softer, little moans and whimpers drifting through the door. With a quiet click he opens it and peeks his head around.
You’re sitting on the bed, awkwardly positioned with your hands still chained to the headboard. Somehow you’ve managed to maneuver one of the pillows between your spread knees. You’re grinding down on it, fluffy tail causing your skirt to ride up. From his position in the doorframe Chan catches a glimpse of your white panties hugging your ass.
The noises you’re making range from whiny to plain frustrated, the friction not enough to satisfy you. When you bend over to try and find a better position, Chan sucks in a breath, cock swelling at the sight of your soaked panties. You’re so wet the gusset has become almost see through, clinging to the outline of your pussy.
Chan shouldn’t be here. He should leave before you notice him, before it’s too late. He should go back to the living room, put on his headphones and wait for Jisung to arrive. Let him sort it out. Get you a handsome dog hybrid to help you through your heat.
“Chan?” your voice is soft, halting his train of thought. “Please…”
He’s not sure if it’s your broken plea or something else that compels him to move, but Chan steps into your room. Your tail starts to wag slowly and you drop to your elbows, presenting yourself to him. From this distance Chan can see the tantalizing curve where your thighs meet your ass, the spot he wants to lick and suck and tease…
“‘s okay, puppy, Channie’s here.” There’s still time to leave. But you’re looking back at him with your pretty eyes — how could he say no to his sweet pup? He wants to protect you. Keep you safe. Jisung and his stud be damned.
“I’m so sorry I did this to you, Y/N. I panicked.”
His hand strokes your thigh and you sigh into his touch. “Don’t leave me again, Channie. Promise.”
Chan shakes his head. “It was a mistake, I promise, I’m here with you now pup. Let me help you.”
You mewl when his fingers graze your clothed slit. “Sir, ‘s hurting, don’t make me wait any longer, need you to breed me now, please,” you trail off, grinding back against his hand.
Normally Chan would take his time to explore your body, tease you until you’ve cum at least twice before he’d give you his cock. But he hears the urgency in your voice, your pained little whimpers as you tug at your restraints.
And it’d be a lie to say he hasn’t fantasized about this before. Late at night in his own bedroom while he tried to muffle his moans, unsure of what your sensitive ears could pick up.
Chan slides your panties down your thighs with shaky hands. Your pretty cunt’s all puffy and glossy with your slick and it drips down his fingers when he pushes two inside.
Your reaction is instantaneous, a pleasant gasp as you arch your back for him. “Need more, need your cock, need it now,” you plead again.
“You sure you can take it, puppy?”
Chan rolls his plush bottom lip between his teeth. He doesn’t want to hurt you.
“‘Mmm don’t care, make it fit,” you pout and wag your tail for him, “Channie.”
He’ll never tire of hearing his name like this. A broken sound, filled with so much need it goes straight to his head.
He chucks off his pants and his boxers, hard cock springing free and slapping against his abdomen. He slides the tip over your slit to wet it, holding your hips to keep you still. Then he sheathes himself in your dripping heat inch by inch, whispering soft praises into the air between you.
“Just like that, puppy, don’t move. Gonna fill you up so good baby, let me take care of you.”
Chan knows he’s big, watches your pretty hole stretch to accommodate him. He groans at how wet and warm you feel. It’s even better than he imagined. When you shift forward on your knees he growls, “Where do you think you’re going, pup? I'm not even halfway in yet.”
He pushes in deeper, watches you arch your back even more. “Channie, so full,” you pant when he finally bottoms out, stilling for a moment to catch his breath. The sensation of your soft, velvety cunt around him is overwhelming all his senses.
“Yeah? Is my puppy nice and full?”
“Wanted - wanted this for so long,” you say and his heart makes a little leap. He knows it’s just your heat-clouded mind talking, the hormones making you more susceptible to his presence. But there’s a small part of him that dares to hope you’re speaking the truth.
“Yah - wanted my sir, my Channie,” you nod when he starts moving, holding tight onto the handcuff’s chain. He briefly considers removing them, but you don’t seem to mind being tied up like this, pushing back on his cock like the neediest little thing he’s ever seen.
My Channie.
“I want you too, Y/N,” he groans and you hum at the sound of your name. “Can’t stay away from you - my pretty baby… knew it from the day I brought you home.”
You’re moaning every time his hips meet yours, soft uh-uh-uh’s like music to his ears. Your pussy is gushing around his length, and Chan’s not sure how long he’s going to last if you keep clenching down on him like this.
“Fuck, puppy - you’re hugging my cock so tight,” he lands a playful smack on your ass, “want me to breed you that bad, huh? Want me to stuff you full with pups?”
He tilts your hips to reach even deeper, fat cock slamming into you with force. You’re slumping against the mattress and he hovers over your back to nip at your ear, eliciting another moan from you. The soft fur of your tail tickles his abs but Chan is too focused on the erratic pulsing of your walls around him.
“Are you going to cum for me, baby? I can feel you’re close, just let go. I’ve got you. Channie’s got you. My good girl.”
You sob and he feels your release gush around him, fucking you through your high with renewed vigor. You’re a blabbering mess, unable to form words except for “Channie,” “please,” and “fuck.”
“Did my puppy lose her tongue?” He grins. “Getting all dumb on my cock after one orgasm, and I haven’t even bred you yet, baby.”
“Please…need it,” you whisper into the sheets, “need you to cum inside, please, sir.”
Even with his weight pressing you into the bed you’re still angling your hips up more, and Chan buries his face into the crook of your neck. You smell so good, like vanilla and the heady scent of sex. “I always keep my promise, pup, I’m going to breed you so well you’ll feel it dripping out of you for the next three days.”
You turn your head just enough to catch his gaze, your eyes so glossy and fucked-out Chan loses all composure. He ruts into you one, two more times before ropes of thick cum paint your inner walls and tumble you headfirst into another orgasm.
His thighs are shaking, your cunt milking him of every last drop until he’s a panting mess on top of you. For a moment the two of you lay still, breathing heavily, until Chan realizes you’re still chained to the bed. He pulls out and you mumble something when you feel his cum drip out of you, rubbing your thighs together.
Chan unclasps the handcuffs and kisses your wrists, hugs you close and captures your lips with his own. They’re so soft, needy little sounds already escaping you again as you rut against his thigh. “Need more, Channie.”
“Insatiable little thing,” he grins and traces your puffy cunt with his fingers. “Can’t get enough, can you?”
He slips one finger in your sensitive hole just as the doorbell rings. You look up in surprise, eyes wide and ears darting in all directions.
Chan kisses you again. “Ignore the bell, pup. I’m not going anywhere. Made a promise, remember? Need to breed you nice and round. Maybe make you beg a little more for it,” he chuckles, “let me see how needy you can really get.”
You’re grinding down on his thigh now and Chan doesn’t care how long he has to stay here with you, he’ll give you whatever you want. He’ll spend days holed up inside your nest if he has to.
You grab his shirt and pull him closer, and the blaring sound of his ringtone rips him out of his reverie.
He rolls over with a groan and hits the green button, cutting off Jisung’s voice. “It’s already taken care of, Ji. Thank you.”
“Wha —? You sly dog!”
Chan throws his phone into a corner and rolls you onto your back, slotting himself between your thighs with a smile. “Don’t worry, pup. I won’t let anyone else touch you ever again.”
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#stray kids smut#skz smut#stray kids hard hours#skz hard hours#stray kids imagines#skz imagines#stray kids headcanons#skz headcanons#stray kids x reader#skz x reader#stray kids fanfic#skz fanfic#bang chan x reader#bang chan smut#sub!reader#dom!idol#;skz longfic#tw: perversion
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Scarred Love - Chapter Seven: Sun And Moon
a/n: finally got some motivation and finished it, enjoy <3
Word count: 1,516
Cw: Ghoap x f!reader, soulmates, talk about scars, tiny mention if kidnapping[in a joking way] (Tell me if I missed any)
Ch1, Ch2, Ch3, Ch4, Ch5, Ch6, Ch7, Ch8~ Masterlist
Soulmates. You have them. They’re yours. All yours. How is this real? The happiness flowing throughout your body has made you energetic. The boys have taken you to a café to celebrate. Your entire body is still except for your mind and your leg that won't stop bouncing with adrenaline. You still can’t believe it’s real.
Johnny must be able to feel how the adrenaline is pulsing throughout your body with the way his hand is placed on your knee. You can tell he’s feeling the same way by the giddy smile on his face. Simon gets up to get your drinks once they’re ready, and when he’s back, he places your latte in front of you and Johnny’s mocha frappé in front of the two of you.
“I don’t think the two of you need any more serotonin in your systems.” He says with a huff as he places his own drink down; Earl Grey tea.
“We’re jus’ happy, ye’ big oaf.” You laugh at Johnny’s words.
The three of you spend a bit talking about small, mundane things before the topic of family is brought up. Oh no, you forgot that you had to meet their families… And they have to meet yours. Your family isn’t a big fan of them. All your family knows (thinks) is that your soulmate(s) didn’t give two shits about you and caused you a bunch of pain. That’s half true, they didn’t care about you because they didn’t know you were hurting with them, they didn’t know you existed.
You can see it now; your mother red in the face, on verge of tears, a mix of joy and a mix of resentment, your father sitting on the couch acting like they don’t exist, keeping himself from yelling at them, your older sister looking at them with a look of jealousy and trying to figure out a way to steal them from you even though her soulmate is right next to her, the poor girl is so sweet, your younger brother wondering if the same will happen to him, but with two women, for the rest of the family; you can only imagine.
“Lass? Lass?” You’re pulled out of your train of thought by Johnny tapping your shoulder and calling for you. “Lass, you okay?”
“Yea… Just worried about the two of you meeting my family is all.” Johnny notices the truth behind your words by the sigh you let out and wraps an arm around you.
“Don’t worry Lass, me and Si can handle ourselves, right Si?”
“Right.” He huffs out.
You let out a sigh, “I believe you guys can handle yourselves, I do. It’s just that my family doesn’t exactly have… Nice opinions of the two of you…”
“Not nice opinions like how?” Simon says with a cocked eyebrow.
“Well…. They think you’re self-centered assholes who don’t give two shits about your soulmate and want to cause as much harm as possible to them.” The boys let out low whistles in response.
“Tha's no good…” Johnny mutters under his breath. “Could ye elaborate, Lass?”
You take in a deep breath, “I'm gonna say their hatred towards the two of you stem from the fact that not only was I born with a couple of scars, I continued getting small ones while I was little,” You hear Simon say something under his breath, you think he might've said “Curse that old bastard.”, “And between the ages of eight and now is when the scars and physical pain increased. I was badly bedridden for quite a bit.”
You can see the gears turning in both Johnny and Simon's head. What are they thinking about?
“Luvie, how old are you?”
You look at Simon as he speaks to you, realizing you've never told either of them your age, and vice versa.
“I'm twenty-one, why, how old are the two of you?” Your curiosity is peaked, how old are the two men you're supposed to spend the rest of forever with?
Johnny sighs, “I'm twenty-six and Si's thirty-one.”
“Oh, that’s not that bad, only a 5 and ten year difference.” You say with a giggle.
“Yer still a kid.” Simon huffs out, which you take offense to, “I am not a kid. I can drink, drive, smoke, and vote, thank you.” You say, the attitude heavily present in your voice.
“A kid can do all that with a fake ID.” He counters, “Yer brain won’t fully develop ‘til yer twenty-five.”
You dramatically gasp at his response. The audacity of this man, “Then by that logic, Johnny’s brain just recently fully developed.” You snap back.
“Johnny’s a doofus, but the horrors of war matured him.” Johnny takes playful offense to Simon calling him a ‘doofus’.
The horrors of war, you might not have seen them, but you sure as hell felt them. The proof is literally etched into your skin by the hundreds of scars that are littered all over your body. A large one on your ass cheek for god’s sake, the recovery for that one was hell; you were either constantly standing or laying on your stomach. You couldn’t sit for weeks. It’s debatable what’s worse; seeing and feeling what’s happening to your body as it’s happening, or not knowing what’s happening, just being in pain. You don’t know what horrors they’ve seen, what plagues their mind, memories, and even dreams.
You sigh, you’re not going to argue and be stubborn, as much as you want to, you know whatever counterargument they have could easily prove you wrong or start an argument. So, you decide to use pure fact against them.
“Actually, due to brain metabolism, a woman’s brain develops three years faster than a man’s. Meaning, by next year my brain will be fully developed, and you guys know what horrors caused your scars, I don’t. I don’t know why I have a bunch of ragged lines and bullet wounds littered throughout my body. This may seem like an excuse or guilt trip of sorts, but it’s not. It’s just facts.” You say with a sigh.
Johnny and Simon just look at you, and it dawns on them that you were ten when Simon was eighteen, fourteen when Price recruited him for Task Force 141. Nineteen, with terrible scars that only multiplied when you were sixteen and Johnny twenty-four, a year into his military work and being recruited to the 141. Your scars only got worse and more visible, but instead of detesting the two who had caused you so much harm, you had walked up to them and spoke to them so shyly, thinking they wouldn’t believe you.
The strange silence is interrupted by a call you get, it’s from Eve. Holy crap, you forgot to call her. It’s nearly three in the afternoon. You look at the boys.
“Hey, this is important, I gotta take this. Do you mind if I take it at the table?”
“Go ahead.” They say in unison.
You sigh and answer the call, not too sure how Eve’s going to react, “Hello?”
“Girl! Why haven’t you called or texted me? I’ve been worried you got kidnapped!” She fussed, “It wouldn’t be hard…. Those two are freaking huge…” She mutters under her breath.
“I haven’t been kidnapped.” You respond with what seems like a sigh mixed with a giggle, your response makes Johnny and Simon raise their eyebrows, “I’m actually a legal step below being married and have full citizenship in Great Britain now.” After you say this you instinctively pull the phone away from your ear expecting her to happily squeal.
“Oh my god! You’ve found your soulmates!” She squeals out loudly, just as you expected her to. You can hear all types of giggles and congratulations from your other friends that are in the room with her, “You have to send us a picture of them!” She happily suggests.
You look over to Simon and Johnny before asking them, “My friends want to see a picture of the two of you, could I take and send one?”
You get an affirmative gruff from Simon, “Only if ye set it as yer lock screen after.” Johnny says with a grin, which you take as a yes.
You quickly pull up your camera app and position the camera correctly, “Say cheese.” You ring out playfully. Johnny smiles, pearly whites on full display, and Simon does smile, you can’t see his mouth from under the black surgical mask he’s wearing, but you can see the way his eyes crinkle at the corners. You quickly take the picture and send it to your friend’s group chat.
The other line of the phone is silent for what seems like forever before you get a response, “Ho-ly Hell they are good-looking. They compliment each other so well, like the sun and the moon. You can be their Earth, their bringer of life.” Eve says with a giggle.
“Oh my god, ew. I’m hanging up.” You said with a giggle before hanging up the phone.
“So…. Kidnapping, pictures, and bringing life… Interesting topics…” Simon chides.
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Kisame’s Daily Texts from the Akatsuki
From Deidara
Me and Tobi found a big muddy hole full of earthworms, let’s go fishing! 😁
We finished it last night, sorry
I was just teasing him!
Exploding or boring?
Not a tea person but thanks anyway
LMAOOO he probably pissed himself 🤣
Pls tell Itachi I’m not gonna hurt her I just want to pet her for a while!
Leader said he’ll kill us if we do it again so no probably not 😓
You gotta use the conditioner too or else it won’t be effective
I’ll ask him but he don’t really like places like that. Says they’re too happy 🙄
From Hidan
If you have two does that mean one sleeps while the other fucks or ?
No offense but it’s literally so boring I can’t sit still that long
I would say he’s giving you blue balls but.
Can’t imagine giving a shit but 🤷♂️
Tried that once. Got the mask halfway off and suddenly felt like I was drowning. Never again.
Old bastard said no 😑
You need to watch him he takes like two bites and pushes the plate away
How? Half of us are gay half are insane and some are both 🤣
One dick, two dicks, your dicks, BLUE dicks! Lol get it??
From Sasori
Thanks but water erodes my “skin”.
I’m done reading it, you can borrow if you like.
Please make sure he puts on sunscreen he’s too stubborn to listen to me.
Don’t really remember all that well but I believe it was ice cream.
He has to *want* treatment and so far he’s turned down every offer Kakuzu or myself has made.
They make for more appealing puppets if they have some unique physical characteristic while they’re still living.
I’ll probably marry him some day but first he has to work on not blowing himself to bits.
Oh of course. You know you don’t need to ask.
From Kakuzu
Hey I almost beat you and I’m 60+ years your senior.
Just this once … no charge. Worth it to see him freak out like that.
I’m not very well-versed in animal anatomy but I can take a look and try my best.
EVERYBODY pays. Itachi too.
Fits nice. My thanks.
This place is falling apart, if it’s not one thing it’s another.
It’s annoying but I don’t see any serious long-term effects.
From Konan
That’s so sweet, thank you ☺️
Write down the exact kind for me, I’ll pick it up the next time I go to the market.
He’s a sweetheart isn’t he? 🥰
I’ll take your word for it, but ducks are so cute I don’t think I could eat one.
Come to my room I have some eye drops that’ll help him.
If I let that happen no work would ever be done and they’d likely kill each other.
So many miles, with these heels it’s hard on my feet.
If you want it that rare then there’s really no point to me cooking it at all 😒
At this point the yelling has become background music.
Me on one shoulder and Itachi on the other. You big show-off 😁
From Tobi/Obito
You only beat me because Deidara distracted me!
Forty cookies isn’t even that many. Plus Itachi ate two more.
Kakuzu said to earn the money myself so I stole one of his bounties 🤷🏻♂️
Itches. A LOT.
Can’t stand tea but if you have any hot chocolate, yeah.
You should hang out with Zetsu more often then. Like one never-ending picnic.
He really wants to go but I don’t have a pole. You have a spare?
Yeah but he might let us get a fish-tank if YOU said you needed it, like for health or something
Sushi? Isn’t that cannibalism?!
Fuck him AND his perfect ass. Literally and figuratively.
Don’t give me that “kid” shit, we’re like the same age!
From Zetsu
You want to split that guy’s leg with me? He was very fat, lots of good meat 😋
He’s a good man but doesn’t his dubious emotional state concern you?
It’s a lot like hearing two voices at once. Constantly.
It’s no fun if they don’t scream a bit first. You know this.
I did the scouting; that lake about five miles up the road is both deep and fairly clean.
Let’s hide under his bed and scare him. I bet money we can get him to soil himself while crying for that damn Jashin 🤣
From Nagato
I thank you for the tea. It helped me to sleep.
Well, keep an eye on him.
The pain is worse when I stand but Sasori is working on prosthetics for me that may solve the problem.
As long as you return in time for your next mission.
Get that looked at as soon as possible. We can’t afford to have you out of commission.
I do, but she deserves so much better than myself.
I’ll speak to Kakuzu about getting you a new one.
If you two are going to do that, please keep it away from our hideouts. It disturbs Konan to hear the screaming.
From Itachi
I ate this morning. Promise.
That wasn’t Hidan’s fault, I’d forgotten to take my pill so my reflexes were slow.
Just consider it. Uchiha Kisame. Say it out loud. It’s beautiful 😌
Can you check if I left that shirt in your room?
Dei and I went there last night. The manager banned us for life because Dei set off a C3 in the men’s room. 😑
Fine. You buy the skirt I’ll “model” it for you.
Sad. Come stay with me please.
You worry too much.
That picture is for YOUR EYES ONLY.
Aww what do you mean? Kitty loves you she’s not trying to eat you!
It’s one that Konan gave me. It’s really good you’d probably like it too.
Tea?
I didn’t *fall* in, he *pushed* me. Big difference.
Mom taught me when I was younger. I can teach you too if you want.
You’re mine too. Always ❤️
#the akatsuki#texting#kisaita#kisame x itachi#kisame hoshigaki#itachi uchiha#tobi#obito uchiha#hidan#sasori#deidara#kakuzu#zetsu#konan#nagato#Akatsuki Daily Texts Series
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i LOVED the darry x motherly!reader and i’d love to know more about the relationship that ponyboy and johnny have with reader
PB.C and J.C x motherly!reader
!warnings!
1.fem!reader
2.platonic fic
3.darry x reader is said through out the fic!
4.minor mentions of abuse and violence.
dude?? they literally love you so much???
they are so thankful for you. like actually, they think you were sent from heaven.
ponyboy looks up to you so much oh my god.
he tells you EVERYTHING and when he goes out with you he follows you EVERYWHERE
he is like a lost puppy.
“where are we going y/n?”
“well, *i* was going to get groceries for your house.”
“oh! can i get a snack while we’re there?”
“..yeah sure pony. as long as you eat.”
when walking around the store with him he’s holding the bottom of your shirt because he’s scared ‘you’ll get lost.’
he’s the one that always gets lost.
he forces you to read to him when he’s tired.
he just does!! he puts those puppy eyes to good use fr.
and you fall for it every time. you know why?? cuz you see him like a little brother or a son.
i know you do. it isn’t good to lie to the author.
you will do anything for him and you believe he can do NO WRONG.
when he ran away?
“darry, he’s just a kid. he was scared, c’mon. give ponyboy a break.”
if he jumped someone?
“hey, at least we know you’re strong now! good job!”
if he killed someone??
“oh, he’s just being silly. tell them you didn’t mean it ponyboy.”
“i ain’t mean to shoot the guy 12 times.”
back to the topic of him telling you everything!!
he told you abt his lil crush on cherry valance and you felt like a proud mother.
“yea…she’s just a real looker.”
“AHHHHHH!!!—i mean, that’s so great ponyboy.”
he’s so embarrassed when you ask for updates about her.
I MENTIONED IN THE OTHER FIC THAT HE CALLS YOU MA IN PRIVATE SO..
when you stop reading he’ll go,
“why’d you stop reading, ma?”
or if you need help carrying in groceries he’ll say, “do you need any help ma?” in a quiet voice so the gang doesn’t hear him.
normalize giving ponyboy beat hugs!!! he loves them!!! but he gets embarrassed!!!
johnny is your biggest fan ever.
EVER.
he talks to you about everything.
“y/n, did i tell you about the ladybug i saw today?”
“yeah johnny, you did.”
“oh…well did i tell you about the grease i saw getting arrested?”
“pardon me johnnycakes?”
he rants to you about everything and anything.
and you just listen while you rub his back with your hand.
when his mom yells at him, he rushes to see you.
and your heart just hurts when you see him cry about that.
but he’s so glad that you’re there to help him, to give him the motherly love he needs.
he isn’t big on showing you physical affection, but he will give you gifts.
he steals pretty flowers for you, he’ll give you cigarettes if you smoke, and he’ll even steal a few things for you.
he will cry if you bake him treats.
he loves homemade goods, so if you make him some cookies he will tear up and say thank you.
even though johnny ain’t very intimidating compared to your boyfriend, he still tries.
if he’s with you and some guy tries to hit on you he shows up outta no where and just goes,
“aye! you know she got a boyfriend right? he’s real tuff, so don’t try anything funny.”
“yea? is that supposed to be you?”
“na, darry curtis!”
the mfs apologizing and scurrying away in fear.
nobody wants that smoke from darry😭😭
for mothers day ponyboy and johnny get together to write you a cute little card, separate from the gangs card.
johnny has one side of the card while ponyboy has the other.
“dear y/n, this is johnny. i just want to say, happy mothers day. i ain’t very well off with my words but, i hope you can understand. i want to thank you, i know i don’t do it often but..i hope you know i’m thankful. for everything and anything you do. if you and darry didn’t meet, i think i would’ve lost my mind. so uh, again, happy mothers day. keepin’ this short and sweet.”
“dear y/n, happy mothers day! me and johnny are making a separate card from the gang because…they aren’t…civil in anyway. like what johnny said, i want you to know im thankful for you. these past few months were tough, but you made them bare able. you know what situation im talking about by now, don’t you? but, thank you. i’m forever grateful for you y/n. im glad darry found you.”
author notes ;
1.thought it was fitting for mothers day since it’s tomorrow <3
2.maybe ooc LOLLL
3.thank you sweetheart for the compliment <3
may 13th, 2023. 5:26
#2knightt#the outsiders#the outsiders x reader#johnny x reader#johnny cade x reader#ponyboy x reader#ponyboy curtis x reader#platonic the outsiders#platonic#motherly!reader
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ray tpn is autistic and i'm gonna tell you why now
ray is one of the most heavily autistic-coded characters i can think of, and i've been wanting to write up a post going over as many of his autistic mannerisms as i can because there is a lot. this will probably be long because i am also autistic and i am especially autistic about ray, so please enjoy while i psychoanalyze this anime boy with way more scrutiny than anyone would consider healthy <3
body language
perhaps one of the strongest arguments for ray's autism can be made by looking at his body language. ray tries to keep a stoic, neutral expression and voice the majority of the time (though he's often quite. bad at that too) but he is always extremely expressive through his movements and gestures, the most noticeable of which being the use of his hands. pretty much every character uses hand gestures, but ray is ridiculously excessive. it'd take frankly way too long to compile every instance of this (or even half) throughout the manga, so here's a small collection of gestures from s1 of the anime to give an idea:
note that this is not even close to all of them and that he's exactly like this in the manga as well, though the animation and its use of snappy, exaggerated movements does help to make these much more noticeable.
moving away from his hands there's also just a lot of really expressive full-body language as well, such as this friendly chokehold:
this dramatic shrug:
and this even more dramatic flop:
just to name a few. basically, ray has a thing for grand unnecessary movements and no one is surprised.
poor emotional regulation and masking
as i mentioned before, ray tries really really hard to bottle up his emotions and keep a sort of stoic persona during his time at gracefield. he's also really really bad at doing this. not terrible, as he was able to keep up a believable enough front that none of the other kids saw anything odd about his behavior for 6 years, but that's also because he deals with so much more stress once the events of the escape arc actually get going. there is a stark difference between his quiet and detached demeanor while emma and norman are still in the dark about the house, and him nearly having a meltdown every time something strays from his meticulously crafted plans while they actually begin making their preparations to escape over the course of the arc.
just a few examples of this include him nearly having a breakdown when emma insists on taking everyone:
or one of my favorite anime exclusive moments where he strains his voice while yelling at isabella to the point he breaks into a coughing fit:
and it's not just big flashy meltdowns, but little bursts of anger as well. shoutout to this moment in particular where he launches this bucket with enough force to tear up a bit of the damn ground:
this emotional instability can be seen after the escape as well, the most glaring example being how he interacts with yuugo:
their dynamic in general really does a good job of showing ray’s mental state after the escape, because pre-goldy pond yuugo is An Asshole. and ray is so, so easy to piss off and quite frankly tired from bottling up his emotions for so long that every interaction with said asshole is a massive struggle to keep himself from physically attacking him.
as for the topic of masking, that’s what ray’s attempts to hide his emotions feel like to me. ray is constantly in danger of losing isabella’s trust, whether that be by revealing he may be a little more attached to the other kids than he lets on or by showing too much emotion that the other kids start to wonder what the hell’s going on. ray has to constantly hide and cover up his emotions with more palatable ones for others out of fear of looking out of place or being seriously hurt, and well if that doesn’t just describe autistic masking to a tee i don’t know what does.
maybe one of the things that gets me the most about that is that he's essentially been masking for about half of his life, and doing that for any extended period of time is extremely draining. ray has been drained to the point that he will have full meltdowns when put under any sort of stress and when you take into account the fact that he already has pretty severe anger issues as a result of his trauma, it's really no wonder he has such a short fuse.
lack of a filter when speaking
ray is a very blunt person. he speaks matter-of-factly and he wastes no time in getting straight to his point, sometimes with only a single sentence:
the way he talks is also pretty significant, as he generally has a more monotone way of speaking. he really only yells when he gets really worked up which like i said, happens a lot, but there’s almost no inbetween for him. pre-escape, he tries to show as little emotion in his voice as possible outside of his outbursts.
as for post-escape ray, he does seem to show much more emotion in the way he speaks. its a bit harder to judge, as nothing past the escape arc was ever adapted into the anime (s2 isnt real it cant hurt you) but his facial expressions become much more varied and it’s easy to say his vocal inflections likely do as well. however, what we can say for sure is that he remains just as blunt as ever:
no matter how comfortable he becomes with expressing himself, this aspect of his speech never seems to change.
while we’re on the topic of his speaking mannerisms please also direct your attention to these panels:
these need no explanation.
sensory issues. so many sensory issues
briefly moving back to the subject of ray’s hands, i couldn’t help but notice during my countless s1 rewatches that they are almost never just resting at his sides. if he's not using his hands for unnecessary gestures they are either shoved into his pockets, or he's crossing his arms. it's very likely his arms default to these positions because they offer a sort of sense of security, the former keeping his hands covered and the latter keeping him more closed off, almost like he's constantly hugging himself. basically, ray is a 'likes to feel covered and secure' autistic and if he was buried in weighted blankets he'd probably love it.
also tying into the ‘likes to feel covered’ aspect of ray’s autism is this scarf he acquires sometime during the volume 12 timeskip:
it’s a well known autistic thing to get attached to articles of clothing and wear them as much as possible, and boy does ray get attached to this scarf. i can count 2 post-timeskip scenes off the top of my head that have him not wearing this scarf, and the image on the right takes place a full 2 years after the left one in canon. he has no explicitly stated emotional attachment to this scarf and we don’t even know how he got it, just that he almost never takes it off. it could easily be seen as a comfort item, maybe he just likes the way the fabric feels or the extra coverage it offers him. there is post-canon content that depicts him without it, but the fact that he wore it almost nonstop for at least 2 years straight is still pretty significant.
another sensory thing i feel is worth mentioning is that ray seems to have a very specific tolerance threshold for physical contact. he seems fine initiating touch himself, and touches from emma and norman are generally alright, likely because they are the only people he has openly allowed himself to be close with his entire life. sudden touches from others however, are a different story. the one that immediately comes to mind is this interaction with don:
don in particular is someone ray becomes pretty close to, and i would say that besides the obvious growth with emma and norman, don is likely the person we see the most development with with in terms of their relationship. him having this reaction to a hug from someone he’s so close to seems indicative of some issues with unexpected contact.
and finally one of my absolute favorite things the anime added, which is ray experiencing what looks a lot like sensory overload:
this takes place right after the argument with isabella, which ended with him being knocked to the floor and locked up in a room by himself, so its needless to say that he’s pretty shaken up. he gets so overwhelmed that all he can do is yell and desperately reach for any sort of stimulation to keep him grounded, curling in on himself and aggressively ruffling up his hair. i genuinely cannot think of an allistic explanation for this scene.
and basically, he is just so autistic
all in all, theres some pretty damn solid evidence for ray being autistic and whether it was intentional or not, the sheer amount of autism-coding present in ray’s writing is almost impossible to ignore. i love some good projection but i don’t even need to do that much, hes just doing this all on his own. in conclusion:
#skye's ramblings#WELL. IT TOOK ABT AN ENTIRE DAY BUT HERE IT IS. READ MY ESSAY BOY#thank god for tublrs extended image limit am i right. had to switch to my laptop a third of the way through so it would let me add more <3#and small shoutout to @fullscoreshenanigans for telling me how to make the gifs HGFGKJD#anywyay i had fun w this ray is so dear to me didyou know i love ray. ray#i am going to do something wild (putting a non-art post in the main tags) so hi tpn fandom i talk a lot. here's autism#the promised neverland#tpn#yakusoku no neverland#tpn ray
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okay listen so i've been thinking heavily on the yandere trope recently. but like with Kid as the yandere. and whenever i see yandere!Kid i feel like he's always the more sadistic version of yanderes.
basically used this post (hoping the link works for you🙏🙏) to look at the dif types bc i dont know all that😭 but i feel like he is always sadistic/possessive in fics. obvi all yandere!aus are gonna be at least a little ooc bc its a divergence of canon characteristics but hear me out girl...
delusional and overprotective yandere!Kid... like girl. or like basically a kinda soft yandere!Kid. but like still horrible and awful not GREAT at emotions. like he will still get mad and yell but otherwise? is strangely kind to you? (w you not really realizing any subtle manipulation tactics that him or Killer might be using cuz Killer is loyal asf to Kid🤞)
like being kidnapped by the Kid pirates, the worst of the worst generation, said to be cruel and sadistic. that's already bad, and you're terrified for your life. essentially having a meltdown because you had no idea what was going to happen to you, but you had a guess. you meet Kid and prepare to be tortured/killed. then he's like??? weirdly nice to you? like yeah he's gruff and kinda bitchy but that is a thousand times better than being killed.
thats as far as the thoughts go but see my vision?? figured you would appreciate the Kid thoughts🙏
OKAY OKAY I love this SOOO MUCH. Like I don’t think I can explain how much I love this but you SLAYED. GIVING ME LINKS AND DETAILED DESCRIPTIONS AND SHIZ 🤭💞 Okay so to get right to the point I will be of course writing a chapter on this (or maybe multiple on this because that’s how good of an idea it is pookie). BUT I don’t know when I’ll be able to churn out a full chapter. I mean probably soon but I sorta just want to get a better grasp of exactly the kind of character you want Kid to be before I start writing. So here’s a little traits list?? that I cooked up the minute I read over this just to get my creative juices flowing. Let me know if Im headed in the right direction and if there is any changes or additions you’d like to see. Other than that I’ll write up the chapter, tag and credit the hell out of you, and we can revel in softyandere!Kid together 🥰
Traits
Thinks that kidnapping you was the best choice for your life. That you will be the safest and happiest with him (even if you’re kidnapped and being held against your will)
Often uses manipulation tactics like love bombing, balant lying to keep you in the dark, and triangulation with Killer
Not only believes that everyone else in the world is a hazard to you (including most of his crew members) but you’re a hazard to yourself so he doesn’t allow you privacy??? This could be taken to the point where he feels like he needs to be in the same room with you at all times. Eyes on you whenever physically possible. Which is sorta intense so just let me know if that is too much for you (cause I could make it really gross or more mild lol)
Will do even the simplest task for you, not because he wants to do it to help, but because he doesn’t believe you can take care of yourself or MOREOVER he should be the only to take care of you because he is just that great. Which of course he will hang over y/n’s head in arguments and be like “BUT LOOK AT HOW MUCH I DO FOR YOU😡” type shit.
If you do constantly try to pull away from him he’ll think you’re just shy or playing hard to get and will therefore push your boundaries harder. But if you actually PHYSICALLY harm him or try to PERMANENTLY leave he’d rather tie you down until you apologize and say you weren’t in your right mind when you did that then listen to your plea seriously (HES SO DELULU) The punishment for this could also involve taking away material items or aspects of freedom because like you said he's not sadistic so he would never hurt you.
To put it simply y/n would feel like this “I like you Kid but I don’t like who you become when you're with me” WHICH WOULD CAUSE SOME SERIOUS TURBULENCE IN THEIR RELATIONSHIP AND SOME SWEET ANGST EVEN.
I would write more but I don’t want to give TO MUCH away plot wise. Sooo hopefully this gives you a good idea on how I’m thinking of portraying Kid. If you have any other questions of course ask me!! Any little tid bits will be much appreciated and thank you so much for requesting something from me Emma 🫶
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Content Warning: Religious Trauma, Religious, Emotional, Physical, Sexual, and Child Abuse
As a Catholic Kid, I was taught three things very early on;
1. Gods love was unconditional
2. Until there were conditions he, or the adults in my life didn’t like
3. And then his anger was terrible.
Many people who have dealt with toxic families, either by being in one, or by being a social worker, therapist, teacher, or any other aid of that nature, might recognize a lot of these. I’m of the first category.
My Catholic upbringing groomed me for abuse from an early age.
God loved gays. Until said gays wanted to do things like have relationships, or exist more loudly in the world, or deviate in any way from what my Catholic family found appropriate. Like having the audacity to want to be married. “I’ll love you, and whoever you choose to love.” My divorced Catholic mother told me, one day when I’m confronting her. “But we will not recognize a marriage.” “Why can’t one of my children be straight!” She laments, when another kid comes out. She doesn’t remember the pictures she’d allow to be painted of loneliness and damnation for her young queer child, the noises of judgment and the hushed whispers of relatives that brought shame to the family. The tone of Justice when something bad would happen to a gay person, like somehow they’d earned their fate with AIDS, or at the hands some some drunk redneck.
God loves Children. That’s why he hates abortion. Nevermind that there’s descriptions of how to provide them in the bible. He wants you to yell at women going into clinics, even the young teenage girls who said no, who couldn’t say no, who said yes but had no resources to know about safe sex, or even the ones who just wanted to have fun. They don’t get a childhood, it’s been taken, they don’t deserve it. They don’t own their bodies, and never will. Despite God getting a young woman pregnant out of wedlock. At least he asked for consent. He loves all the starving children, the LGBTQ+ children kicked out of their homes by his adherents, the ones in Warzones, the ones being killed. Suffering, while he watches. Sometimes blamed, because they didn’t believe in him the way we did. He even loves the victims of his church as they shuffle another priest off to another parish, leaving another group of children broken and traumatized.
God loves women. If they followed his ideal of womanhood. Don’t have sex except to have kids. But you’re faulty if you can’t and you shouldn’t try anything to fix it despite the judgement others feel for you and your defective body. And no abortion for you, even if the ultrasound tells you your baby, that you’ve carried for months, has no heartbeat, or half a brain, or is conjoined to their twin in a way that will insure they have no quality of life. Sacrifice everything for your husband and children. Be modest, be subservient. Never blame men, even when they grab you and grope you and tell you it’s fine, because you were probably leading them on. Don’t get divorced, even if you don’t love him anymore, even if he hurts you with words or fists, even if he’s useless around the home because the home is your job, no matter how much there is to shoulder. He works so hard as the head of the house, while he ignores his children and eats the food you make and can’t even figure out how to wash his laundry and he’ll just mess it up anyways, so why don’t you do it for him?
You don’t ask questions. You don’t. You obey mom and dad, even when they isolate you, and abuse you. You’re not mentally ill and young, you’re evil. You’re not chafing under their control and telling them that they’re hurting you, you’re venomous. You’re going to confession because you’re not honouring your parents. Nevermind that honour is nothing in that home. Hypocrisy is all you see from an early age, mother and father telling you one thing and doing another. You family lives a lie, and the other adults around you watch it and do nothing. Your priest, their friends in the church, good people of the Faith, see and hear things and let it happen because it’s none of their business. As a homeschooled child, you have no exposure to mandatory reporters, and they instilled a fear of the government in you that insures after a while you stop talking about it. If you go to foster care you’ll never see any of your siblings again, even though there were other family members who would have found out. Eventually so many things are internalized, the blame, the shame, the ahistorical understanding of the world, the fact that people deserve to suffer because that means they’re evil or faulty somehow. But god loves them! The sexism, the homophobia, xenophobia. A moment of I love you followed by days of screaming, blame, hitting. “Why are you cringing, you act like we beat you.” Then ten minutes later they walk up behind you, slap your skull to get your attention and demand to know why the cupboard was left open. On, and on.
Pain and suffering are Gods will. Fetishized, with bloody crucifixes and stories of martyrs. Especially yours, and people like you. It’s in the books you read and on the lips of adults who you trust. It’s used to justify hurting others because they’re different or making mistakes. Love and pain and cruelty become tangled in each other.
You think about hell, and you’re very small, and you start crying because you already know that you’re making God angry and sad because that’s how your parents talk to you. And you don’t know it yet but it’s going to get worse. You’re going to grow up preconditioned for people to hurt you.
But God loves you unconditionally.
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Yeahh.. A small piece of Highschool AU I managed to write. It doesn’t have Adamsapple, sadly, only a bit of holydust. If you don’t know about it, I suggest you to look at @things-arent-what-they-seem66 ‘s account. (a way to tag you bud heheh)
Enjoy! Also slight Emilute
Can you fucking believe all the work I wrote got deleted and I had to rewrite it?!
Adam took their usual, plain food on his tray with dissapointment. Someone needed to tell the fucker who decided these that they were preparing food for highschool kids and not for some criminals.
“Move faster!” He yelled at the line, receiving some swears but no movement. He sighed.
“Adam!”
He turned his head to the voice. Emily was waving happily at him, waiting with Lute. He smiled weakly and mouthed “go without me”. Though they didn’t.
“Hey girls.” He went straight to them when he finally got out of that damned line. He fist bumped Lute as best as he could and began walking.
“Why did you two wait for me?”
“Tolerating them is easier when you’re not alone.” Lute pointed at the Vee’s. Adam groaned, fucking wednesdays. “And Michael isn’t around.”
“Lucky prick.”
The certain group were talking about the same topic again. Adam cursed on the inside. Couldn’t they have a single lunch where no one ever mentioned Alastor?
“So… Oh. Adam. Lute.” Vox greeted them, though it didn’t sound like one. “We were just talking about how to get rid of Alastor. Why don’t you join us?”
“Suure.” Adam gave Lute “Get Em Out Of Here” eye and she understood the signal.
“Hey Em, can we talk?”
“Now?”
“Yes. It can’t wait.” Lute smirked playfully and took Emily’s hand.
“O-oh. Okay.” Emily flushed. Adam rolled his eyes in the background. Sure, this had to be the way Lute did it.
Adam sat down as the girls walked away, playing with his meal as he waited the group to threw another one of their crazy ideas. Sure, he wanted Alastor to have it worse, who wouldn’t but nowadays the things they suggested were no longer cruel, rather straight up illegal. Vox offered to burn him alive for fuck’s sake!
“So, as I was saying, we can’t physically hurt him. Any other ideas?”
“Getting him expelled?”
“I tried that.”
“Exposing him as a groomer?”
“How the fuck is your mind working Val?! No one would believe that!”
“Then what do YOU have in mind Voxxie?”
“I DON’T KNOW!”
“Weakening him socially?” Velvette looked up from her phone, popping a bubblegum.
“Oh how genious! And how are we doing that, Dollface?”
“By beating one of his friends? Then everyone would be away? Really Vox?”
“…”
“This is why you’re my favorite Vel.”
“Hey!”
“So we’re doing it?”
“We’ll need someone first. Hmmm… Then who could be that lucky fella… Hunter?”
“He’s pretty useful.” Val sipped his apple juice.
“You’re right. Morningstar?”
“Alastor? Caring about Morningstar eating shit? That’s a laugh. Also that guy is no joke. He can fuck us.”
“I meant the spoiled Princess.”
“Same ending. And don’t even RECOMMEND Nifty freak, Val.”
“Why would I?!”
“Who else, who else…” Vox tapped his chin, then his face lit up. “Aha! How about *Angel’s surname*? He is-“
“No.” Adam was listening them half ears until now, but he heard that surname loud and clear. And he didn’t like that it was being mentioned on their murder table.
“No, what?” Vox spoke, half annoyed-half angry. Adam would be dead fucking meat (in social life, probably) if he wasn’t at the same status as them.
“No, you are not touching him. I may not be a part of your twisted shit, but you will not be bringing him into this.”
“Oh, you’re letting Alastor humiliate us? Only for a street whore?” Vox’s voice took a more threatening turn. The other did not care the slightest.
“Does Alastor look like he cares for anyone to you? Please.”
“Pssh. It’s still a great way to get him to be left alone. You really need to let go of your stupid weakness for that slut.”
“I don’t plan to. And, I think if you want to keep your rep safe here, you really need to stop telling me what to do.”
“Fine, fine. God. Why are you this sensitive about him anyway?”
“None of your fucking business.”
“Whatever. How about we..”
They kept their blood conversation going but Adam wasn’t listening anymore. His mind took him to a complete different moment. A pretty meaningless memory from his past, nothing much.
Adam wrinkled his nose as he took out a dead mouse from his bag. Cliché much, huh? It didn’t scare him, only disgusting a bit. He threw it away and returned to his food.
“Hey, is anyone sitting here?” A cheerful voice spoke. Adam lifted his head up.
A blonde boy he didn’t knew had picked this table to sit. What a wrong move.
“No?”
“Theen.. Can I?” He quirked an eyebrow.
“Sure.”
“Thank you!” He exclaimed happily and sat down.
“Why did you chose to sit here in all places?” Maybe he should warn him.
“I don’t know. The other tables scared me, they are too loud! And you seem nice.”
Yep. He was definitely a new student.
“Okay.”
“What’s your name?”
“Adam.”
“Nice name. Mine’s actually Antonio, but Dad said it’s Anthony now. When we moved here. Which is fine, I love Anthony. Use the one you like.”
“Ok-kay…” Adam wondered where he came from but couldn’t bring himself to ask. He thought of warning him for a second time but his thoughts were interrupted.
“Sorry, I talked too much right? My brother usually says this. Not like he loves anyone talking though. He’s boring. Mom says he’s lot like my father. Do you have any siblings?“
“I don’t.”
“I wish I didn’t too. I bet it must be amazing. But I would miss my twin sister, she gets a pass. I’d still be fine without my brother.”
“Why aren’t you sitting with her then?” God this boy was right, he talked too much and too fast it overwhelmed Adam’s brain.
Anthony bit his lip. “Dad said she’ll be in a different school. I don’t know why. He often makes weird decisions, it only makes both me and Molly sad.”
“Hm.” What else could Adam say? He was used to having nobody with him in this state.
I should definitely get him to go away.
“Sorry! I don’t realize it when I talk too much.”
“I don’t mind it.” Adam looked around. It should’ve been happening by now. “Listen-“
“You don’t?!”
“Yes but-“
A fit of giggles and laughs came from behind. Adam didn’t have to look to see who they were. Usual girl group, on their daily torture visit for Adam. How were they this sneaky?
“You found someone from your kind, Kadmon? From the trash can?”
“Go away!” He yelled.
“Okay weirdo! Have fun with your stupid Italian friend!” They walked off. Huh. It was quick. Adam returned to the now confused boy.
“Look, uh, Anthony. You should go.”
“What? Why?”
Adam rolled his eyes. Was he dumb?
“Trust me you wouldn’t want to be seen as my friend in here.”
“By who? Is that- Ooh.” It finally clicked in him. “Is that why you are sitting alone?”
“I-“
“Well I’m staying anyway.” He shrugged.
“Wait, what?” Adam was caught off guard by this.
“You said it was okay for me to talk! Barely anyone I know thinks like this! And I’m not letting go of someone who did, thank you.”
“Huh? I didn’t-“
A hand was pressed on his face, covering it slightly with mashed potatoes. “You already said it!”
“Hey!” He slapped his hand away, annoyed.
“Why are you this dead serious! Relax!” He giggled and went back to his seat.
“Oh, this is funny?” He threw a spoonful of broccolis at him. And couldn’t help the chuckle that slipped away when Anthony was absolutely disgusted by them.
“You’re laughing though!”
Adam was brought back to the present day. He shook his head, trying to focus on nothing but the meal infront of him.
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I wrote this at 3 am sorry if some parts are stupid af.
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Being the ASL trio’s sister would include…
A/n: first time writing something like this but I hope y’all enjoy!
written with fem black reader in mind
for this let’s say you’re about a year or two older than luffy but still younger than ace and sabo
Luffy:
If you think he stresses Nami out, just wait ‘til he gets around you.
You’re shadow and best friend since y’all were kids.
Usually tried to act all tough and protective even though you’re older than him.
Whenever Ace would yell at him he’d go running off to either you or Sabo (mainly you because you wouldn’t hesitate to yell right back).
You’re the first official member of his crew and his vice captain. No if, ands, or buts about it.
You’re also the only one who he’ll bother to share his food with.
Whenever his mouth is full and he tries to talk you usually end up translating for him.
“Mnrf duff manauce?”
“He wants to know if there’s any more of that sauce left.”
Nami and everyone are always looking to you to keep him in check which makes you his impromptu baby sitter.
He’s not a stranger to you knocking him upside the head, either. He knocked the two of you into the ocean once (right after your wash day too) and you had never swung on him faster.
Most definitely wraps around you the most. The boy loves physical touch and he loves you so it’s only natural.
When you do meet him, Law simply cannot fathom how the two of you are related.
You being on his crew ramps up his protectiveness 100%. He knows good and well you can take care of yourself, but that doesn’t mean he won’t keep an eye out every now and then. Especially after losing Ace
Sometimes you both will just sit and talk about your childhoods and the stuff you got up to with Ace and Sabo.
Whenever the new bounties come in he always rockets himself to your side so you can look at them both together.
If you wanted to date any of your friends or someone from the crew he honestly wouldn’t mind as long your happy! But the second he sees you’re upset and that something’s wrong the captain/little brother mode turns on and he’s ready to fight.
Best believe that no matter what happens you’re never gonna get rid of this boy.
Ace:
The type of brother that’ll say “no” if you ask him to buy you something but then immediately buys it anyways.
Listen, when y’all first met, Ace honestly couldn’t stand you.
It was bad enough having Luffy following him around, but now you too? It irritated him to no end.
Obviously y’all grew closer and once you became his sister this mfer refused to leave you alone.
Y’all definitely bickered the most out of the four of you. Usually Dadan or Sabo had to step in and diffuse the situation.
“Shut up already Y/N! It probably doesn’t even hurt that bad! You cry like a little girl!”
*crying stops* “…I AM A GIRL YOU IDIOT!-”
Yeah…’least he helped you learn how to throw hands.
Stole your bonnet once when y’all were kids and you caught him with it on and you swear you’ve never seen him blush faster.
When you see him again during Alabasta he refuses to leave you alone. Messes up your hair, asks you a million questions, teases you, the whole shabang.
Jokingly asks if you’ve found a boyfriend yet but becomes absolutely laser focused whenever he spots Sanji spinning over towards you and spouting his usual dramatics. Says he could always beat him up if he’s bothering you. He’s joking, of course…kind of.
Regardless, he’s so proud once he sees you and Luffy again, and he’s thrilled knowing you guys have such great friends. It makes him feel a bit more at ease.
When he gets the chance, he secretly tells the two of you separately to keep looking out for each other no matter what. He can’t always be there for the two of you, so he at least wants y’all to be there for each other.
Brags about you and Luffy all the time on Whitebeard’s ship to who ever will listen. And if they don’t wanna hear about you two? Too bad Ace has already started.
He definitely keeps yours and Luffy’s bounty posters hung up in his room by the way.
We don’t talk about marineford but we’re going too
Ace’s death wrecks you just like it did Luffy and Sabo. It ended up knocking you out for three days as well.
There’s a huge hole in your heart after his passing, but you keep moving forward, wanting to be strong for Luffy.
Just like Luffy and Sabo, you can’t help but lash out at anyone who insults Ace and his memory.
You don’t talk about Ace often, the wound still practically fresh even after two years, but you do think about him all the time.
Sabo:
Best brother lowkey
Even when you both were kids and not yet sworn siblings Sabo had a huge soft spot for you.
Would jokingly call you his favorite just to rile Luffy and Ace up.
Used to help you do your hair some days. (Was surprisingly good at it too)
When you finally see him again at Dressrosa you have a similar reaction to Luffy’s. Even if you do try to keep yourself composed his shirt still ends up soaked through from your tears.
He tells you how thankful he is that you’re still alive as well and it only makes you cry harder.
Y’know how he’ll drop basically anything he’s doing to come to Luffy’s aid if he thinks he’s in danger? Well he’s the exact same way with you, but he moves that much faster.
He’ll be damned if he loses another brother, but someone might as well go ahead and put him down if he loses his only sister too.
Now that he’s got his memories back and he’s seen you and Luffy again, he never shuts up about the two of you. Remind you of anyone?
Koala says she knows more about you and Luffy then the two of your probably know about yourselves.
Is always the first to grab the newspaper now if there’s even a chance of seeing anything about you or Luffy.
His comrades have long learned that trying to talk to him when he reads something about the two of you is futile. He becomes practically deaf to the outside world.
They’ve also all been given the task to report back to him if they ended up on an island you and Luffy happened to be on.
“By the way, Sabo, we spotted your brother and sister while we were-”
“WHAT? Where! How were they? Were their friends with them? Tell them I said hi!”
Sometimes he can’t even sleep because he’s too busy worrying about you guys.
He makes sure to work even harder for the revolutionary army’s cause just so he can make sure the world is a better place for you and Luffy to live in.
Never hesitates to fight if he overhears anyone saying something even remotely bad about you two. Doesn’t matter if he’s on a mission or not and he needs to be subtle - they gotta go.
Overall, Sabo couldn’t be more grateful for you and Luffy. It makes life a bit more easier knowing his little brother and sister are out there and have each other’s backs.
#luffy#monkey d. luffy#luffy headcanons#portgas d. ace#portgas d. ace headcanons#ace headcanons#sabo#sabo headcanons#asl trio
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NOT EXPECTING THAT BUT SURE ILL REQ A ZELDA FIC
Can a req fic where link does something stupid(cause it’s link) getting himself hurt and the rest of the champions + Zelda just worrying about him
Im a huge sucker for there dynamic and who better to bring them together than the danger king himself, link
vote glenn close and receive a drabble!!
Link still hasn’t woken up.
Daruk doesn’t know what to do. Mipha had to be dragged out of the room, after an entire day spent pouring her Grace into him without rest. Zelda’s been alternately pacing furiously in front of Link’s door and devouring every medical book in the library, as if her knowing more about his injuries will magically make them disappear. Revali hasn’t even shown his face—instead, once he’d watched them safely transport Link into this healing pool in Zora’s Domain, he fled to who-knows-where. Urbosa has been trying to comfort the kids alongside Daruk, but he can tell how frightened she is that Link won’t pull through.
(Link will be fine. Daruk has to believe it.)
It’s evening, now, after another long day of the Zora healers trying any and every possible remedy. Link’s body seems like it should be fine. The bloody wounds from Calamity Ganon’s Sheikah-tech blades are gone. The burns from Guardian lasers were erased by Mipha’s magic. Even that horrible slash across Link’s chest from Dark Beast Ganon’s horn has sealed over. But Link still isn’t waking up.
“I just don’t understand why my Grace won’t save him,” Mipha tells Daruk helplessly. He insisted they go outside for some fresh air, but from their crystal table overlooking her statue, she keeps glancing back inside toward the infirmary anyway. “When…when I was dead, or in stasis or—anyway, I could bring him back from the brink of death.”
“And it knocked you out for hours,” Daruk reminds her. “Plus, you didn’t have to take care of your own physical body while you were at it. It’s not… You can’t…” Daruk wishes he were more eloquent. Urbosa always seems to know exactly what to say. “Link wouldn’t want you to tear yourself to pieces for his sake.”
“I know…” Mipha murmurs.
A click of heels against luminous stone, just slightly sharper than the sound of Zora claws. Daruk recognizes those footsteps; he turns—
Not just a pair of heels. Talons, too. Urbosa walks up to them with Revali in tow.
“Found him,” Urbosa says. She sits down at the table. “Honestly, Revali, you didn’t have to choose a hiding spot up so many flights of stairs.”
Daruk can tell she’s playing up her exhaustion for humor—but her real exhaustion isn’t from the stairs. Revali must be able to tell too, by the way his eyes dart guiltily over her face. But all he retorts is, “I wasn’t hiding.”
He crosses his wings. Doesn’t sit down. Daruk and Urbosa glance sideways at each other. Mipha rests her chin in her hand, staring listlessly down at the table.
“He’s so stupid,” Revali says suddenly. “He didn’t have to just…”
He cuts off again just as abruptly. He drops down onto the seat next to Daruk, shoulders hunched. Normally, between the six—or, right now, only four—of them, they could keep a conversation going for hours. Now the quiet stretches on, unbearable. For a little guy who never talked, Daruk thinks humorlessly, in his absence Link seems to have infected them all with his same silence.
But that’s not even true anymore. One hundred years ago, after Link pulled the sword, he’d gone from a happy, playful, silly little kid to a stoic, silent statue. Daruk’s best efforts weren’t enough to crack that stony mask. It took death and resurrection for Link to finally escape that pressure, to find joy and humor again, and Daruk will be damned if Link loses his second chance. If they all lose their second chance to—
Daruk is startled from his darkening thoughts by a shout from the direction of the library. Then Zelda is rushing outside, waving a book in her hand.
“Everyone!” she yells, skidding up to their table. “I found it! It’s like some kind of Malice infection! I’d never imagined my light powers would matter when its purpose is to destroy, but apparently if I’m very very careful I can—oh, the point is I can fix this!”
Daruk stands, and crushes her in an embrace. Mipha joins in an instant, and then Urbosa, and after only a slight hesitation, even Revali. Right now, there’s one person missing—but finally, Daruk is certain they’ll be able to make it up to Link soon.
#loz#botw#breath of the wild#the legend of zelda#daruk#urbosa#mipha#revali#zelda#asks#june speaks#@g-eetings#my writing#thanks again for your vote!! going from the prompt you probably wanted a more funny fic but consider. the brainrot took over
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Helluva Boss Rant “My Problem With Stella Defenders
i’m just gonna start off by saying this, i know this topic is very controversial, and we haven’t seen enough stella, but i really want to make a post about this because it honestly irritates me how many people still defend stella
THIS IS NOT TOWARDS people who like stella as a character, if you like her character but understand that her actions are wrong, that’s perfectly fine, this is for people who think that she’s still a victim or want to give her excuses for being abusive towards stolas
“she was acting that aggressive because she got cheated on and was hurt”
no, she acted that aggressive because A, she is always acting like that towards stolas, even as a child she’s always been violent, just look at her kid photo, she’s literally strangling dogs out of anger, and B, she’s not upset at the actual affair, she’s upset because he cheated on her with an imp, a lower class demon, cheating and affairs of any kind are common amongst royal families, literally look it up for yourself, through out history their have been many affairs between royals, also, it’s hell, that alone speaks for itself, also, she literally hired an assassin, A FUCKING ASSASSIN to kill him, not regardling how it’ll affect octavia, if she truely cared about their daughter, then why hire someone to kill her own dad, who she clearly loves, are people really forgetting that!!
plus it’s never, ever okay to physical assault or hurt your partner at all, yelling and screaming when you catch them cheating, and doing it away from the child, fine, throwing plants and doing all these crazy shit around their own child, fuck no, and i’ll get into that can of worms later on
“We haven’t seen how she acts like a mother yet towards octavia”
okay i will admit this right now, i am guilty of saying this, but i only say this in my post’s about stella because i don’t want to get bombarded by stella stan’s
i just wanna ask this question, would you let your partner, who is abusive towards you near your child?, no right?!, and why?!, because if their willing to abuse their partner, chances are, their willing to abuse the child, so why the fuck are people out here saying that stella deserves a chance to be shown as a mother!!, and from what we’ve seen so far, she’s a terrible abusive mother!!, don’t believe me?!, here i’ll show you why she’s so horrible, 1, she verbally abuses stolas and throws planets at him in front of octavia, which alone is so bad for her mentally, especially as a teenager,
2, she’s painting herself as the victim in the situation, manipulating octavia into believing she’s the hurt one, making stolas appear as the bad guy, 3, she merely sees octavia as an object, she refers to her as an “egg”, and only cares about her existence when she’s being affected, like during the phone call, you can hear her saying “are you turning her against me?!”, like that’s ALL you have to say?!!, not “oh sweetie are you okay?!”, or “how is she handling everything?!”, even the loo loo land episode!!, she didn’t stop to even look at octavia, so absorbed in her own abusive bullshit to give a damn about her own daughter!!
4, she doesn’t spend time with her at all, in her own instagram posts, she never posts anything about her mom, just her dad, and you can see how much she enjoys stolas company, yes sometimes she is embarrassed by him but overall she loves him, she was literally jumping and excited all day to spend time with him to watch a meteor shower, with her mom?, the only thing we got was that once a week octavia goes to stella’s, but that doesn’t mean they spend time together, octavia could literally just be locked up in her room listening to music while stella does whatever she does
“she doesn’t have enough development or character, she’s a 2d dimensional character”
this is hell, you don’t need a reason to be terrible, she’s literally a royalty in hell, why would you need a reason to be horrible?!, sometimes you don’t always need to have depth characters, and the same goes for moxxie’s dad, their in HELL!!
“why didn’t stolas leave before then?”
he was literally trapped!!, it was an arrange marriage against his will!!, what was he supposed to do, say i don’t and risk the wrath of his own dad, who had, and still does have alot of power over him, he was literally abused and forced into obligating his royal name no matter what, even it means forcing him to marry a woman he doesn’t love, and that is very hard and frightening to break out of, not to mention he was a teenager when he got married, not an adult, what do you expect a scared helpless teenager to do, that has no support system at all what so ever and no one to turn to
not to mention, at the time he had a lot of lose, octavia was young and could’ve easily lost custody, yes he’s a higher ranking above, but woman typically get more say in custody and win then men, that and she has a lot of royal friends who can put in a good word for her, and could even corrupt the judge system in her own favour, and honestly, he can try to argue that stella is abusive, but they would not care at all, it’s literally hell, so don’t expect much from that
stolas is at a stage right now where he feels as though he has nothing to lose, he’s been humiliated at ozzie’s, he’s realizing that blitz doesn’t love him, and was just using him, and that none of his royals shit matters anymore to him, and octavia is 17, nearly a legal adult, so it’s possible she can get a say on who she wants more custody or visitation on, that and stolas can be at bit of more advantage in this, their marriage was arranged due to having an heir to the goetia family, stella isn’t a goetia, stolas is, octavia was born to carry out he’s responsibilities, so he can argue that he’s the only fit one to teach and prepare her when the time comes for her to take over or whatever she is destined to role as in the royal family
and i’m just gonna flat out say this, if gender roles were revered, if stolas was a woman and stella was a guy, people would be alot less sympathetic towards stella, yes i know that’s such a bold statement, but i really do think that if roles were reversed, people would have a lot more different reaction to stella
#stella#helluva boss#helluvaboss#stolas#octavia#tw abuse#helluva boss stella#helluva boss stolas#helluva boss octavia#stolas goetia#octavia goetia#stella goetia#stella stan rant#stella is abusive#and a horrible mother
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Random script findings that won’t get their own post, but are interesting enough to share
The Waterbending Master: The Sun Warriors aren't the only culture in ATLA drawing inspiration from the Mayans—the grandiose icy architecture of the NWT does too, described in the script as a blend between the Venice Canals and an ancient Mayan city.
Out of the mist, the NORTHERN WATER TRIBE is revealed. It is a giant ice city, several miles wide. Its architecture looks like a cross between an ancient Mayan city and the watery canals of Venice. Looming over the city are giant ICE CLIFFS from which the city was originally built. (STORYBOARD NOTE: The following sequence should visually pay off what the kids have been waiting to see all season.)
Tales of Ba Sing Se (A): Zuko telling Jin she has “quite the appetite for a girl” was . . . his attempt at cheering her up with a compliment. Very smooth.
Zuko instantly turns angry.
ZUKO (yelling): She is not my girlfriend!
The whole restaurant goes quiet. Everyone stares at Jin and Zuko's table. The waiter looks at Jin and rolls his eyes, then walks away. Zuko sees that Jin looks a little hurt so he tries to find something nice to say to make up for it.
ZUKO (cont'd): You have quite an appetite for a girl.
Tales of Ba Sing Se (B): The stage directions lend even more ambiguity on whether or not Jin truly knows how Zuko set off those fountain lights. She covers her eyes, “playfully peeks through her fingers”, then covers her eyes again? Does she peek again? Mysterious.
Jin leads Zuko towards a magnificent fountain, which sits on top of a hill overlooking the city. Zuko seems a bit more comfortable now that they are outside and alone.
JIN (cont'd): I can't believe it! They aren't lit.
Jin touches Zuko's arm. He can tell how disappointed she is, and for the first time all night he knows what he needs to do.
[some parts of the interaction I forgot to write down]
Jin covers her eyes but playfully peeks through her fingers.
She covers her eyes. Zuko quickly surveys the area to make sure that no one is around. Then he does a simple Firebending move and makes a sweeping motion. The lamps ignite sequentially like dominoes, creating the magical image Jin expected.
(Oh! Also, one more bonus; Zuko is more comfortable later on during his date with Jun specifically because they are outside and alone. The script also repeatedly describes Zuko as overwhelmed by his surroundings and the dating situation he is in. Autistic!Zuko headcanoners, make with that what you will.)
The Awakening: The script itself says Katara is triggered when Hakoda defends Aang's decision to leave.
HAKODA: Maybe that's his way of being brave.
This triggers something in Katara, and she BLOWS UP at her dad.
KATARA: It's not brave, it's selfish and stupid! We could be helping him. And I know the world needs him, but doesn't he know how much we need him too? How could he just leave us behind?!
A long beat as the meaning of this sinks in for Hakoda. He looks down… feeling a great burden of guilt.
The Boiling Rock, Part 1 (A):Suki canonically panics when Sokka attempts to kiss her donning the garb of a Fire Nation guard. Does this say she didn't expect this type of interaction with a CO, or did Sokka set off her pre-existing trigger? Either way—that poor girl.
SUKI: What is it? Did I do something wrong?
SOKKA: (coy) You mean, you don't recognize me?
SUKI: (shrugs) You people all look the same to me.
SOKKA: Oh? Then maybe you'll recognize this…
Reminiscent of 2.12, Sokka leans in for a kiss, but Suki panics and punches him in the gut. Sokka rolls to the ground and his helmet falls off.
The Boiling Rock, Part 1 (B): The touch of Avatar physics hilarity where Chit Sang is too dumb to understand heat conduction was only added during production. Here's how he gets caught red-handed in the original script:
Chit Sang picks up the window and dips it into the water with a loud “PLOP”.
We go dramatically close to a cobra-bat resting on a guard tower. We hear the “plop” echo as the cobra-bat's huge ears FLAP open. It opens its eyes and CAWS loudly. Various tower guards now turn and see the fugitives in the water.
The Fortuneteller: In the moment where Katara makes the connection between Madame Wu's prophecy and Aang being “a powerful bender”, her thought process is purposefully ambiguous—it's unclear what she makes of this.
SOKKA: Nothing. Just that Aang is one powerful bender.
KATARA: I suppose he is.
She looks at Aang, possibly from a different perspective, for the first time. (Though it's unclear what she makes of this.)
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Chapter 13 is out. I hope you all enjoy this chapter. But I’m also a bit afraid because with this chapter we are getting closer to the ending, I don’t know how many chapters it will take me to finish the fic. But i believe 6 or more chapters will do.
But enjoy the chapter nonetheless!
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Silence
That’s all there was in the room. Both Vanessa and Gauche were shocked to their very core, Grey their Grey was the ex-wife to the most powerful man in all the underworld. But the more they thought about it the more things started making sense. The reason she never liked physical contact, she never liked driving at high speeds, why their main job was to destroy human trafficking. All of it made complete and total sense. Vanessa seemed to be hit the hardest burst out in and shaking, she seemed like she wanted to hug Grey but out of fear of bothering Grey she restrained herself. Gauche on the other hand just sat there wide eyed, didn’t know how to react, what to say, or what to do. He has never had to care for other people, he’s only ever had to care for marie. How does one who has never needed sympathy handle this situation? How does one help? When they can’t even understand their own emotions. Vanessa who was more intune with her emotions didn’t even know herself, but one thing she did know was that Grey needed support more than ever.
“Don’t cry” Grey finally breaks the silence that had set in. “Not for me”
“What…?” Vanessa asked in a low whisper.
“Don’t cry, not for me.” Grey repeated looking down at her lap.
“How can you ask that?” Vaness got up. “After telling us that, Grey, what you went through was terrible. How am I not supposed to cry for you!?”
“Because it was my own fault.” She said, never making eye contact with Vanessa.
“Grey, he manipulated you” Gauche chimed in. “He made you believe he was a good guy, he abused you, He!-”
“But I believed him!” Grey screamed, she looked up at them tears streaming down her face as it was red, but not from embarrassment but with raw frustration and emotions. “I believed every word, I was so desperate to escape that I didn’t even bother to think of what could happen”
It was now obvious of what was happening, the past still had a grip on her, making her believe she was the one at fault that this was all the consequence of her actions. And little did they know that she kept two more secrets from them, ones that not even Yami knew.
“You can’t be serious Grey, If anyone is at fault it’s that fucking bastard Zogratis!” Vanessa yelled in frustration, her emotions were starting to overwhelm her, and it showed as she almost collapsed.
“Gauche, take Vanessa downstairs” Yami ordered. “You both could use rest”
“But sir-” Gauche began but was soon cut off by Yami.
“Grey and I need to talk, Privately” Yami commanded and they couldn’t do anything but comply.
Now as the pseudo father and daughter sat a couple feet away from each other, Yami was the first one to make a move. He got up and sat next to Grey as she looked up her eyes seemingly asking a question, and Yami answered with a nod of his head and soon Grey latched onto him with a hug. Shaking slightly as tears continued to stream down her face Yami did his best to comfort her. He learned the best way was to allow her to hug and cry it out, Yami being one of the few people Grey ever felt comfortable hugging. As they sat in relative silence the only sound being made were Grey cries, Yami wondered what to do now, would they come for her? Would they hunt for her? Would they hurt her? Too many thoughts going on in his head. But it was Grey’s gasp that brought him out of them.
“Zora,” Grey said in a terrified tone. “W-What if they saw me with him and Nebra, what if they target them!?” Her nerves started to affect her. “What if they go after Gauche’s sister?” Now she was having a full mental breakdown. If any of them were to get hurt because of her past she would never forgive herself.
“Kid, look at me” Yami told her, but she couldn’t hear him through her own paranoia. “Kid” He tried again but to no avail. “GREY!” That for her attention.
She looked up at him, fear in her eyes as Yami’s own eyes softened.
“I promise no one will harm them,” He placed both hands on her shoulders. “I’ll have people watch over them, okay?”
“B-But”
“No buts, I promise everything will be okay” Yami told her, and luckily she did calm down.
“Really?”
“Of course, I’ll have Gordon and Nero monitor them”
“O-Okay, T-Thank you Yami sir…for saving me”
“You saved yourself Grey, I just found you”
“But if you hadn’t found me I would have died”
“Well, seeing as you won’t stop thanking me, your welcome Grey”
Yami made Grey feel a bit better, but even she knew that a storm would come for her. Whether she stands up and fights or runs away and hides is still undetermined. And down in the lobby the two closest to her were discussing what they needed to do.
“I can’t believe she’s blaming herself for all of this!” Vanessa said in an angry manner, chugging down her bottle of red wine.
“Vanessa, you need to calm down” Gauche told the pinkette, yet he himself was also conflicted. “I know it’s frustrating to hear her say that but-”
“Frustrating isn’t even the start of it!” Vanessa cut him off. “And if I ever find that two faced, manipulative, fuck Whor-” Gauche cut her off quickly before that last word got out.
“But, we also need to be here for her, support her, let her know we care for her,” He told her. “And by getting aggressive and frustrated it alarms her, scares her”
Vanessa’s face started softening as she thought of it, Grey did look terrified and sad when Vanessa had her outburst. Was it because she was afraid if people cared for her they would leave her? Use her? Abuse her? It was reasonable. As the saying goes ‘If you fool me once shame on you, if you fool me twice shame on me’ though for Grey it’s different, she was fooled once and put all the shame and blame on herself.
“Still Gauche,” Vanessa looked at him with a stern expression. “Promise me, no matter what you won’t let anything or anyone harm her”
Gauche looked at her, this was no simple promise between Co-workers, no. This was a promise for a mutual goal. The goal of their loved one’s safety, gauche knew he had to make the promise because he was determined himself to protect Grey…his Grey.
“I promise, I won’t leave her”
“You better not”
Soon silence settled in once again, but this time it was a more comforting silence. Maybe it was because they were in the safety of their own base? Maybe because they had managed to get a small victory against their enemy? Or maybe they were just trying to distract themselves from the storm that is soon to come. Who knew? But one thing for certain that they didn’t know was the beeping tracking device on the car Grey and Gauche had used to escape the one eyed madwomen, and the threat was closing in on them. And soon their own devotion will be put to the test.
Or should I say.
Amara’s devotion will be put to the test.
“My sweet sweet Amara” said the Zogratis, ready to retrieve what is rightfully his.
#black clover#gauche adlai#grey black clover#greyche#black clover grey#gauche black clover#grey x gauche#gauche x grey#black clover gauche#spy au#vanessa enoteca#yami sukehiro#dante zogratis#zora ideale
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Ok I have a question for you (as my favorite carlandomaxiel writer)
Do you think they fight? And if so what are the differences in the way the couples fight / make up?
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omg the fact that i could be anyone’s favourite ANYTHING makes me feel all warm and tingly inside!! ily 🥹
this is probs gonna be long so.. you’ve been warned.
ok i feel like max and daniel fight A LOT. most of the time it’s just petty squabbles over dumb stuff that is over in like half an hour and they’re back to normal BUT i do think they have quite big fights too. because they’re both incredibly headstrong, stubborn people with a lot of emotions so i feel like it bubbles over pretty frequently.
with these two i think there would be a lot of yelling and slamming doors and throwing stuff and blaming each other, because they’re shit at communicating. the little fights would turn into big ones bc one of them would just blurt out something nasty without really meaning to and the other would get defensive.
also, we know they both use various degrees of violence to deal with their anger. eg; daniel punching holes in drivers rooms, max punching holes in… esteban. and i do think sometimes that translates into their fights. nothing major (daniel would never, ever actually hurt max) but i feel like they get up in each other’s faces or shove each other and push each other into walls and stuff and i feel like THAT often leads to weird angry sex™ and after the weird angry sex™ they realise it didn’t make either of them feel better and they actually both feel pretty gross and they just lie there until one of them finally caves and says sorry.
i also think it really messes with daniel when they fight because max already has one bully in his life (tw: j*s) and daniel NEVER EVER wants max to be like scared of him or whatever so when he raises his voice or punches a wall and max flinches it really fucks him up and he gets really really upset. he doesn’t want to be another source of fear in max’s life so he’s had to really work on calming himself down and like physically removing himself from the situation sometimes. he’ll go out for a run or whatever until he’s cooled off enough to properly deal with it.
i think it took max a long time to be comfortable with actually admitting he was sorry and explaining what he was apologising for. like at the start he’d just give a mumbled ‘sorry’ and hope that was enough and daniel would have to be like ‘no max, i need you to tell me what exactly you’re sorry for.’ and so now max can be like ‘i am sorry for saying/doing xyz and i am sorry i upset you’ which has made things somewhat easier.
BUT max also needs constant reassurance so like even when daniel accepts his apology max doesn’t really believe it. he’s insecure and scared of losing him so he gets this voice in his head telling him daniel is still angry and doesn’t love him anymore and stuff so he starts acting weird and of course daniel picks up on it instantly and like grabs his face and looks him in the eyes and is like “maxy, i’m not upset anymore. i love you.” and just fucking hopes max understands and believes him. (max also doesn’t believe it when daniel apologises to him bc, well, trust issues.)
also they NEVER go to sleep without saying they love each other. it was something daniel started with his family when he was a kid and he’s brought it into his relationship with max. so even if one of them has stormed out and gone to sleep somewhere else there will always be a message on their phone that says “i love you.” or it will be whispered into the darkness of their bedroom while they’re lying facing away from each other. just confirmation that no matter what is happening between them at the time, this isn’t the end. they love each other and that’s the most important part.
ok now for carlos and lando.
i don’t feel like they fight very often at all. i think they bicker like kids about dumb shit like 50 times a day but it’s always with a smile and a joke and stuff. mostly they’re pretty good at communicating. it took lando ages to be comfortable voicing his feelings and frustrations to the point carlos had to like drag it out of him but now he’ll happily be like “this is why i’m pissed off” and carlos is like ok great!!!! let’s talk about how we can fix that!!!!! and normally that’s how it gets solved. quick and easy.
but when they get into an actual proper fight it really throws both of them. and i reckon it only happens once every like six months or whatever but they’re BIG and really emotionally driven and i feel like lando instigates 99% of them. lando is definitely a cry-when-i’m-angry type of person and that makes carlos feel like absolute shit which then makes him cry and then they’re both just sobbing uncontrollably.
it never gets physical. carlos has sworn he will never, ever lay a hand on lando. sometimes lando will try by swatting at carlos’ chest or whatever but carlos will just grab his wrists and hold him there until he calms down. i also don’t think it ends in angry sex or anything very often (even though lando thinks he’d quite like it if carlos roughed him up a bit) but carlos isn’t comfortable taking his frustrations out that way.
i feel like when carlos is in the wrong he immediately wants to make things right and is always first to apologise and take the blame and stuff but lando is STUBBORN. so lando will storm off and lock himself in his gaming room to stream for a couple of hours and cool off or whatever and when he finally comes out carlos will be sitting outside the door just waiting for him to finish and he looks up with those stupid gorgeous sad baby cow eyes and lando is like how the fuck could i ever stay mad at him???
but when lando is in the wrong he struggles to admit it. (bringing back the crazy stubbornness) or will be like “ok i may have done xyz but YOU did this!” and will bring up 50 things that HE’S annoyed about it turns into a whole thing again while carlos just puts up with it.
and that’s another thing, carlos has like a CRAZY amount of patience. so he’ll stand there and wait while lando has his tantrum and when he finally stops carlos will just be like “are you finished?” and lando like huffs and is like yeah i guess or like NO and then goes on another tangent. also carlos wouldn’t get mad very often so on the rare occasion that he DOES lando knows he’s fucked up big time. if he’s pushed things one step too far and carlos snaps at him or whatever and says he’s sleeping on the couch tonight lando gets really freaked out that he’s ruined everything.
obviously he can’t sleep with the thought that carlos is angry at him so he’ll go out to the couch and of course carlos is awake too and carlos will wordlessly lift the blanket and lando will climb in with him and there will be hushed apologies, obvious forgiveness and cuddles and soft kisses and they’ll end up falling asleep together on the couch even though there’s a perfectly good bed 10 feet away.
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An excerpt from another BaTB fanfic I wrote back in 2012 that tells the story of twenty-three year old Vincent, and the first time he kills.
@randomfoggytiger This should be safe to read, if you'd like. No S3 spoilers, though the first section includes a conversation between Vincent and Diana.
The Sticking Place
“Did’ya ever get soda down here, when you were a kid? You know, Coca-Cola, root beer, anything like that?”
Pulled from his somber memories of a lithe, beautiful creature dancing across the vast expanse of the Great Hall and into his arms, all softness and warmth and wrapped in spicy, enticing aromas, and the moment suddenly turning nightmarish as she twisted away in alarm and pain, Vincent found himself staring dumbly at Cullen and his nonsensical question.
“You ever shake it up before you opened it? Don’t tell me you didn’t, ‘cause I won’t believe you. All kids do it. And more than a few adults, especially around holidays or weddings and the like, when you got a built-in excuse to spray beer or champagne all over somebody. Get drenched with it, eyes burning, laughing to beat all.” Cullen’s face softened and he smiled at what were clearly fond memories before turning his attention back to Vincent. “You’re that bottle of soda. The one that’s been shook up real good. All that pressure that’s building? It’s gonna pop eventually. It’s got to: it’s pure physics.”
Vincent had no response. Instead, he found himself waiting expectantly for whatever Cullen might say next.
“I’ve seen it. Selling door-to-door you start to get real good at reading people. And you learn to do it fast. Got to where I could see it in under thirty seconds, just as plain as I could read indifference or interest in their faces… the way they held themselves. All that shit building up inside, filling up all the nooks and crannies, nowhere left to go. Just about boiling over with it. It took me longer with you. And not just,” Cullen gave a sharp head-to-toe sweep of his hand down Vincent’s length, acknowledging the obvious without any sort of politeness as he continued, “because of the way you look. Most folks, they get loud with it. Yelling, threatening to call the cops, raising a fist in my face. All because I had the nerve to come knock on their door. But there’s some, and I’ve only seen a few myself, who get quiet instead. You’re one of the quiet ones, my friend. You’re real quiet. And that scares me.”
He had, while listening to Cullen, slowly retreated from his spot at the worktable, unaware he was even doing so. His back was at the edge of the doorway when Cullen’s eyes shifted and pinned him against the wall just as surely as an iron spike would have. “So tell me,” he asked, circling back to his earlier question. “Am I wrong, or am I right?”
Vincent hung his head, unwilling to challenge the look in Cullen’s eyes. He lifted his hands and saw that they were fisted. And now he could feel the sharp bite of his claws against his palms.
“It has,” he finally began haltingly, despairingly, “become… more difficult… of late.” He forced himself to raise his eyes and look steadily at the older man. “I am of no danger to you, Cullen, nor to anyone Below. You are my family, this is my home, and no harm will come to anyone here so long as I can prevent it. But I fear –”
He couldn’t finish the thought. He was ashamed and deeply perturbed at himself for almost admitting something aloud he’d hardly even found the courage to express in his journals. And he could still remember so vividly those dark nights, and the dreams, after Lisa had been sent Above. After he’d hurt her. The harness, with its hated straps and chains; the struggles to break free; the unearthly howls that’d scoured his throat and rung in merciless echoes in his head. And that mustn’t ever happen again.
#beauty and the beast 1987#fanfic#young vincent#diana#cullen#mouse#father#winslow#the sticking place#mine
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