#“the long weekend is over so i'm gonna take a break from drawing” i'm a dirty fucking liar

[corxoran]

haunted

#asoryuu #asogi kazuma #asougi kazuma #kazuma asogi #kazuma asougi #naruhodo ryunosuke #naruhodou ryuunosuke #ryunosuke naruhodo #ryuunosuke naruhodou #cork art #don’t ask what this is supposed to be #idk #i personally like to see this as a kazuma md two different people au #masked disciple #masked apprentice #both kazuma and md would be in love with ryu obv #kazuma looks away for one minute and that weirdo is talking to his best friend again #enjoy #^^ #“the long weekend is over so i'm gonna take a break from drawing” i'm a dirty fucking liar #i couldn't NOT draw this

[aphrogeneias]

You stare at the payphone in front of you, wondering if it's a good idea to call him at this time.

It isn't late, but it is a Saturday night. He could be doing anything — could be with his friends, could be on a date of his own, which would make your heart drop if it wasn't already laying at your feet.

Rationally, you know those things are not true. Eddie didn't mention he was doing anything tonight, you'd be invited if he was. You also know that the closest he does from going on a date is flirting his way into a one night stand on the weekends.

Remembering that would also make your heart break, again, if it wasn't already broken and in pieces all around you, all over the sidewalk in front of The Hawk.

A movie date, it was what you'd been promised. The cute boy from your chemistry class you'd been eyeing all semester — distracting yourself from your attraction to Eddie, the ever unattainable one — had told you to meet him there. When he showed up, he had another girl on his arm.

His excuse was, "I talk to a lot of girls. Sorry, hun."

Of course he did. Of course you, in your desperate attempt to feel wanted, believed him.

Your hand is slightly shaking when you pick up the receiver, and dial the number you've memorized a long time ago. It doesn't take long for him to answer.

"Munson residence, this is Edward speaking."

You sniffle, snorting through the tears you didn't even notice falling. "Who the fuck is Edward?"

"Sweetheart? Is that you?"

"Yeah, um…", sighing, you steel yourself to no e forward with the real reason you were calling, "I need a favor, but it's okay if you're busy…"

"I'm not busy. Never busy for you." He remarks.

You take a moment to imagine him right now, standing next to the phone in his kitchen. Wearing a ratty band shirt from whatever concert he attended in the last couple of years, wearing those sweatpants he always wears at home, long hair in disarray. Cozy, warm, safe. All things you weren't feeling at that same moment.

"Can you come pick me up?" You ask, voice small. If you weren't talking so closely to the phone, he might not have heard you. "I'm at The Hawk and I walked here, don't wanna go home right now."

You hear shuffling on the other side of the phone, and the sound of keys rattling in the background. "Are you okay? Did something happen? What are you doing there alone?"

"I'll tell you when you're here. Please? I just don't wanna be alone right now." The sniffles come back, but this time because of the obvious affection in Eddie's voice. If you closed your eyes, you could almost see the crease in forehead, the pout on his full lips that made the lines around his mouth more prominent. You've always wanted to kiss them.

"I'll be there in fifteen. Ten, even! Don't move, okay?"

If you closed your eyes, you could almost feel one of his hugs, arms that loved to lift you off your feet, even though you protested each and every time. Arms that squeeze you tight, and refuse to let go until they have their fill. The boy you wished was the one taking you on dates and holding your hand in the dark of the movie theater.

"Okay."

You close your eyes, you feel it anyway.

"Hey, sweetheart." He calls, drawing your attention, "whatever it is, it's gonna be okay. I'll make it okay, yeah? I promise."

"I know."

You close your eyes, the line goes dead. You know.

#i wrote this in like twenty minutes #i don't know what it is #i just need some blorbo comfort #eddie munson x reader

[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

01/22/2024 Daily Recap

Hey all! It's been a long day huh? I wanna apologize ahead of time, whatever sickness my kiddo had last week finally got me so I'm not feeling terribly well. I'm gonna do my best to articulate todays events for ya!

===Renew As A Crew====

So the very first thing I want to touch on today is updates from @renewasacrew. As you may have heard, they were going to be changing leadership as the shift in priorities changed from renewing to saving OFMD. That being said, the leadership change happened over this weekend with some hiccups (I don't know what the hiccups were entirely and I'm not going to speculate, if you wanna delve down that twitter hole you can, but having been in it for today I'd recommend against it for your mental health, and we don't want to be drawing a bunch of media attention to it) there's a lot of confusing information, and as we know things can get conflated fast if we don't have all the pieces to the puzzle-- let's not speculate and wait for the to come out with more info.

So what I'm focusing on today is @renewasacrew's message to please give them some time and practice some patience while they get back up and running. This also includes anyone you happen to know on twitter working with them, for example: @TheCozyPirate. Let's give them some grace, they've been steering us well so far.

The good news is, several folks, on tumblr: @iamadequate1, @quirkysubject, @asgardian--angels, On twitter: @havethisonelife @yougotoofast @Lcmwriter100, we have all we need to keep going for a few days while things get ironed out. (If I forgot someone please let me know, sorry I am half awake tonight)-- see the HOW CAN YOU HELP section below.

One thing I will mention-- we are moving so very fast right now. It's only been 13 days since the announcement that OFMD wasn't renewed, and we've accomplished SO MUCH. So when there's a lull, it's going to feel like things are standing still and maybe something is going wrong. Don't fall into despair, that's just how things go with negotiations. Take a break, take a breath, and just keep on Polite Menacing until we hear more from the leadership team.

===How can you help?===

**Go to visit the DAILY RENEWAL TASK LIST there's lots of ideas and ways you can help! Have more? Shoot me a dm! I'm happy to add stuff!**

*Note: To our international fans, I promise I'm working on a write up for you as well I've just been sick today and have been able to finish!*

Something new today-- a lot of you have expressed your desire to help in the @renewasacrew efforts. Well if you did-- and still want to, now you can volunteer! Many thanks to @redshiftsinger for getting this up so quick!

Please visit their survey: Volunteer Intake form and fill out how you may be able to help!

=== Cast and Crew Sightings ===

As if on cue, Chaos dad reached out to everyone on twitter today to express some encouragement!

He also saw we were at 77K and posted his astonishment!

Some folks have been a bit weary about his vagueness today, but as we know, Daddy Jenkins is the king of vague-- and he has to be! If there are contracts in the works, he can't be hinting at things. Don't lose hope!

===Samson Kayo ===

Our beloved Oluwande updated his IG with some pictures and a message. If you have IG I'm sure he'd appreciate some love!

Next up was our favorite Captain, Rhys Darby, promoting a fellow comic @jamesroguecomedy over on IG!

And our pirate queen Ruibo Qian was making posts about saving ofmd and fanart about Zheng! Featuring folks you probably know around tumblr: @mistysblueboxstuff and @tsutsu_ya over on twitter

=REMINDER: Cross Fandom Watch Party! on 01/23/2024 1 PM PT, 4PM ET=

Looks like there's gonna be some cross fandom watch parties on twitter you're welcome to tune in for Jan 23-26 on twitter. They'll be watching good omens in an effort to try and get engagement up with PrimeVideo. It sounds like it'll be similar to the LubeAsACrew but with Good Omens fans! Thank you to @Dandeebakes on Twitter for getting these organised!

Hashtags to use: #PirateOmens #AdoptOurCrew #SaveOFMD, and helps to @PrimeVideo

===Articles===

New article, but take it with a grain of salt, see @TheCozyPirate's message:

Our Flag Means Death's marketing was concerned about the shock of violence in the show

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Alright lovelies. Here we are again, I told you it'd be quick. Today was very very very busy. Take a break and get some sleep ya? Lean on your crew, we are here to support each other. I'll end with a quote from Tolkien (it being all of us in your crew):

"May it be a light to you in dark places, when all other lights go out."

Tonight picture features Taika and his "I love you eyes" at Rhys. Thats me, I'm Taika, I love you all.

PS: Idk why this isnt showing up in my recaps repository but ill figure it out in the morning.

#ofmd daily recap #ofmd daily recaps #our flag means death #renew as a crew #save ofmd #hoist the ads #finish our stories #adopt our crew #daddy jenkins #proud pirate dad #blackbonnet #david jenkins #save our flag means death #proud pirate daddy #samson kayo #renewofmd #ruibo qian #rhys darby #stede bonnet #ofmd #gentlebeard

[yorshie]

13 for the writer's ask?

I read your tmnt work but really, any fandom you'd like to share too.

Question 13: What are some must-read fanfics in your fandoms? Why do you admire these, and how have they impacted your works?

Question 19: How has your experience as a fanfic reader impacted your experience as a fanfic writer?

13: Oh, my goodness. Listen. I have read and fallen in love with more fics than I can shake a stick at. I've been reading for a very long time, but I will give you as best an answer as I can. Please be aware that some of these fics are NSFW, and some of them I don't know if they are still up, it's been so long since I looked for them. edit: I limited it to ten, because I could feel myself spiraling down memory lane.

If you aren't familiar with @tmnt-tychou When Leo Met Mona, you should start there, since I'm gonna assume since you're asking me you are in the TMNT fandom. - I love her work and the way she writes romances with the turtles, and I know she's impacted my writing because I have a whole fic that has one of her characters in it.

I have really enjoyed @afreakingdork 's work, TMNT fandom as well - they're one of those writers that twists things in interesting ways and withholds information, and I love how I'm always kept on my toes while reading.

Oh, Son of A- by StrivingArtist on AO3, Hobbit fandom (Fili/reader) - I love this story simply because the author took a long break in the middle, and then came back and finished it. It's completed, and the story is funny as all get out. Took that 'modern girl falls into middle earth trope' and knocked it out of the ballpark. I still cackle over it.

Eidolon by Llanval on AO3, Marvel fandom- unfinished, but poetic, the imagery and storytelling is startlingly haunting. I would go out on a limb and say the author was a fan of E.T. Hoffman.

Alabanza by brandyllyn on A03, star wars (Poe/reader) - it's just a romance that really stuck with me, and I thought it had a really interesting take on how Poe actually meets reader.

Lost Valor; Forgotten Stars by rinskiroo on AO3, star wars (Poe/ofc) - this is a fic that I still don't understand fully to this day, but I know it was drawing on lore from multiple points in star wars history. I would read it again, probably will this weekend. Really highlights the difference between the resistance and the rebellion.

Earning my Wings by warqueenfuriosa on AO3, star wars (poe/reader) - I really connected with this reader, and gosh darn this fic is just funny. and believable.

anything shootybangbang on AO3 writes. They were someone I found while deep into red dead, because we both explored the same imagery on the duality of man and beast. The way they write poetry into their stories is just mesmerizing.

We Were Only Ever Stardust by PardonMyManners on AO3, rogue one fandom - oh this one made me cry. I was really into how the RO fandom took star crossed lovers and found family and just drove a knife into everyone's heart with it

Theres a whole rogue one series by angel_deux on A03 that starts with a fic called Hard to be Soft. I found it 6 days after the movie released and read the whole thing whenever I could. Another one I'll have to reread soon.

19: Well, reading fanfic is how I became a fanfic writer, and definitely played a part in how I’ve gotten better at writing. To be very blunt, what I consumed usually found its way into my own writing. There were definitely fics that I read that made me realize what I did and did not like, and there were just as many ideas that captured my imagination as those I shunned. There were writers whose style I admired, who twisted words and withheld information in a way that caught my interest. There were characterizations I had no care for, for sure, and moments where I didn’t fully understand what the writer was trying to get across to their audience, but on a whole I always felt there was something to learn from whatever I had decided to read, and my writing responded like a puzzle picked from many different people over many different years.

I feel like this answer is maybe a bit meandering and not very precise, but please be aware I’ve been reading fanfic for almost two whole decades, across fandoms and platforms, and so I don’t remember things very vividly, but my writing is a timeline of who I was at the time.

#ask game #writing ask game #ask away! #ask me about my dum dum writing

[meowzfordayz]

ey ey ey what's up! long time no taaalk ლ(^o^ლ)

just took the exam i've been studying for for 2 1/2 months anD AAAGSHSJBKSkdn it went from 7am to 6pm straight (bc there's drafting, drawing tests) + (tho ur allowed to eat/break whenever u just gotta manage ur time well) ain't gonna go over the deets bc i've moved on already 😭😅 just that it friED MY BRAIN and my frEAKIN BODY LIKe i had to slap some salonpas on my neck and back bc KSKSKS taking that test felt like i got hit by an efFINGSJEH truck :)

ended up finishing an hour early and but uhm aaHHHHJSBDJ ✨what's important is that it's over 😌✨

how r uuuu?! I hope ur eating+resting well bc if not thEN AM GONna come theRE AND BabY u 😤

p.s. i was only out for a couple of weeks here, came back and bAM everyone be horny for hantengu's clones 😭 my dudessss 🤧 -🧦

Hullo !! 😁 Totally random tangent, but Tumblr's being such a c*nt. 😭 Using emojis on mobile leads to txt disappearing, but my laptop's fucky-wucky and its direct emoji tab doesn't always open either, so now I'm answering Asks on desktop while constantly switching to a separate tab to copy & pasta emojis from. 💀

ANYWAY.

THAT'S WILD. 😳 I'm so, so proud of you !!!!! 🥳😍 M'sorry I'm not there to rub your neck (I have strong fingers heh), but I hope you're feeling better by now (and I'm sure you did alright). 🤗

I was under the weather last ~Wednesday through this weekend, but I'm finally feeling nearly 100% again! 😮‍💨 Def lowkey stressing since my semester ends in ~2.5 weeks, but highkey feeling fine otherwise. 😂☺️

Sending you terrific Tuesday vibes !! 💝

P.S. SRSLY lololol. 🥴 I totally get the appeal, but am also more than satisfied w/ my current faves. 🤪 Of which there're too many to list.

#answered by T #anon: 🧦

[notsodailycake]

(sweater anon) if it wasn't obvious, could you tell us when your ask break is over?

Well I'm honestly not sure

My asks are definitely still open, if i don't want any then I'll remove the option from yall sending me any, just the aus and story ones will take longer to reply (that can include suggestions and all that for my own au as i might wanna draw them out as well)

But for yall to understand where I'm at rn (which will also explain why its taking so long for the next part of my comic to come), currently, school is coming to an end, BUT, I'm taking what they call here a professional course, and on this course you have a certain amount of hours you need to complete a certain amount of hours to finish it. Which means, if a teacher misses class, they will have to recover those hours missed, if not we can't finish the course, even if it's just one simple class

Unfortunately, most my teachers have been missing quite alot of classes, which means, if they can't recover them, we won't have much of a summer break :(

And right now, our schedule has already been tight and around Wednesday we stay at school from 8:20am to 5:10pm and from Thursday to friday we stay at school from 8:20am to 6:50pm (tho on friday we have a 2 hour lunch break, and sometimes the teachers don't even come! One especially, she misses class more then her won students, and doesn't even give class, so we usually skip, plus she never announces when she will skip for her smoke break so yeah it's hell)

Monday and Tuesday are the only times we stay during the mornings(8:20am to 1:10pm), but with that, i have outside school activities. And not only that, we are using the little free time we have to recover the classes we missed

But not all the teachers are cooperative, and so we will probably stay till the end of june in school to try and end the course...if we're lucky

Tho we already have some classes that are gonna end this week, meaning we might have some more free time, and can work things out

But generally, it's been hard. When the weekends comes around, I'm too tired to do anything and usually just stay home sleeping or talking to friends as i regain my social battery. But even then, i also started to work on other art projects of mine, which takes up more of my free time

So basically, to answer your question: i have no clue :') if things continue to be as messy as they are at school (cuz trust me, it's a mess) then maybe only around July, i won't be travelling back to brasil as planned since it hot too expensive, so the most I'll do is ho out with friends or just stay home, nothing to hectic

#sorry for the rent #I've been meaning to make a post explaining my sudden inactivity and lack of responses to asks #and to keep in mind I'm currently only 15 still pretty much a kid #there's oy so much i can take lol #i have nothing against yall tho i love receiving your asks #even if i can't imitatedly answer #i think the only thing i dont like about receiving asks is my anxiety that yall may get upset at me for not responding haha- #but i think yall proved enough that i shouldn't worry too much ^^;; #cakes asks #ask box #sweater anon

[helloalycia]

The Wrong Lifetime – Five // Wanda Maximoff

chapter four | story masterlist | main masterlist | wattpad | chapter six

author’s note: dying of cramps but didn’t wanna leave y’all hanging, so enjoy! x

Taking Wanda to Blackpool was something I couldn't stop thinking about for the past three days.

I kept telling myself that I had to remain calm, not make her feel uncomfortable with my obvious attraction to her, and to give her the best day out considering she'd never been before. It wasn't anything more than a girl spending time with her soon-to-be sister-in-law, and I had to keep reminding myself that whenever I'd feel a stir of desire in my chest at the thought her pretty smile or intoxicating gaze.

My family were thrilled when they heard of my plans with Wanda. My parents were glad I was actually making an effort to get on with her, whilst my brother was excited I was becoming 'best friends', as he put it, with his fiancé. That one stung a little, the guilt pricking my insides, but I convinced myself that that was exactly what I was doing. It wasn't wrong if I didn't think of Wanda in any way but what she was. Right?

The weekend came around quickly enough, and on Saturday morning, I met with Wanda at the train station where she waiting for me with an enthusiastic smile.

"I brought my watercolours and sketchbook so I can paint what's there," she explained as we boarded the train. "I also bought a lot of pencils in case some snap. I'm gonna draw everything I see so I don't forget a single thing."

We slid into our seats and I smiled with admiration as she continued to ramble about all of the things she wanted to do today. She looked so lively when she spoke, her hands moving about frantically to express her excitement, and her lips permanently etched into a smile when she wittered on. I didn't mean to stare, but God, she looked beautiful.

"Thank you again for doing this," she finished, head turning to mine.

Now, I'd read and written many clichés of someone falling for someone else, particularly the moment they knew they were too far gone. It was hard to believe if they were true depictions of liking someone, but I liked reading and writing them.

It was now that I learnt that they were no exaggeration, for when she looked my way with a beaming smile and glowing green eyes, I knew it was too late. There was no going back for my attraction to Wanda.

"No need to thank me," I spoke slowly, surprised I could speak at all since she'd knocked the breath from my lungs. "I'm glad you're excited."

The journey was a few hours long and we made conversation the whole way. It was the longest I'd spent alone with her since meeting her and I was intrigued by everything she had to say, hanging onto every word with all of my attention. If that wasn't enough, her accent only made everything she said sound so much better. She was naturally soft-spoken, but syllables rolled off her tongue in a silky, raspy way with her accent entwined in her words. I loved it.

At one point, the topic of our families came up and I felt like my brother came up in almost every conversation I'd had with anyone who discussed family, so I took this as my opportunity to get to know hers instead.

"What's it like to have a twin?" I asked, leaning on my elbow as I watched her attentively.

She mirrored my action playfully, though answered my question. "It's just like having a normal sibling, except they're way more annoying."

I smiled, imaging just how annoying Pietro could be as a sibling.

"I love Pietro, but he's very frustrating at times," she spoke with a hint of endearment. "He constantly throws it in my face that's he's older than me by twelve minutes. As if that makes a difference."

A chuckle flew from my lips as she pouted at her own words.

"But he's also my best friend," she said with a sigh, like that fact was irritating in itself. "He knows me better than anyone and he's the easiest person for me to talk to. I don't have to hide anything from him." She paused, glancing upwards in thought. "Well, almost anything."

Pursing my lips, I wondered what she meant as she mumbled the last part, but didn't question it. Everyone was entitled to their secrets.

"So, you and your family moved to England when you were kids, right?" I tried to recall what my parents had told me of them. "From Sokovia."

"Yes, we were about..." She scrunched up her nose as she tried to remember. "Eight years old, I think?"

"Wow, that's young," I realised.

She hummed in agreement, smile fading as her eyes fell to her hands. "Yeah... I don't remember much, but there was a lot of unrest at the time. A war. It was dangerous for everyone and my parents were lucky to get us out when they did."

I frowned, knowing some of this already, but it was sadder to hear when it was coming from Wanda herself.

"Our extended family didn't make it out," she continued to explain, voice quieter. "I didn't know them much, my parents' siblings, so it's not that sad for me. Pietro, too. But it's strange to think, you know? Especially when all of your family are around with this wedding and–" She sighed, shaking her head and looking to me with an apologetic smile. "Sorry, I didn't mean to bring the mood down."

I straightened up, reassuring her instantly. "Wanda, you don't need to apologise. It's okay. I... I didn't know any of that. I'm glad you told me."

She nodded, though the regret was still present in her gaze.

"I'm sorry all of that happened," I expressed honestly, not looking away. "But I'm glad you're here, if it makes a difference. You– your family are good people."

A small, appreciative smile graced her lips. "Thank you."

I shrugged, trying to brush it off so she wouldn't notice the heat rising up my neck. "It's nothing... so Sokovia. You speak Russian and English. That's pretty bloody cool."

She laughed wholeheartedly and any hint of sadness disappeared from her face, reassuring me completely. I didn't like to see her sad, especially when there was nothing I could do to make her feel better that I knew of.

"I promise to teach you some Russian today," she said with amusement. "A few words, just to diversify your vocabulary."

"Gee, thanks."

Another laugh escaped her and I chewed on my lip to contain my grin. I could get used to that sound.

—

When we reached Blackpool, Wanda was radiating with excitement. We couldn't make it two steps anywhere before she whipped out her sketchbook and began to sketch. She wasn't kidding when she said she was going to capture everything she saw.

I was patient, since the reason we came was for her, and watched as she worked. It was cute, seeing her concentrate and trying to stop dancing around with excitement every time I showed her something new.

We walked along the promenade and dipped in and out of the shops, looking at the gifts and clothes they sold. We bought a few things to commemorate the trip, but then Wanda was quick to drag me back outside so she could sketch the view of the beach from where we were stood. The grin on her face was convincing enough for me to let her drag me wherever she wanted. She looked so happy and I didn't care about anything else.

Eventually, around lunchtime, we headed to a café to have a break from all the excitement. Or rather, a break from running around. For Wanda, it was a better opportunity to sit still and sketch some more.

"So, you're drinking what, Y/N?" she asked, not looking up from her sketches as she worked.

I looked at my tea and lowered the cup. "Er, tea?"

"In Russian," she instructed.

"Oh." I cleared my throat, remembering what she taught me earlier. "Chay."

"And what's in the chay?" she asked, lifting her eyes to meet mine patiently. "The milk?"

"Moloko," I remembered, and the proud smile on her face reassured me I was correct. My shoulders relaxed as I returned her smile. "Thanks."

"You're a natural," she assured me, before looking back to her sketchbook. "I only taught you the words. You remembered it yourself. And before you know it, ty budesh' govorit' polnymi predlozheniyami na russkom."

My mouth opened with confusion, not knowing what she said. She seemed to realise as she chuckled at my expression.

"Never mind, milaya (darling)," she said with humoured eyes, before resuming her sketching.

I breathed out, taking another sip of my tea before grabbing a fork to dig into my pasta. As I chewed, I watched Wanda move her pencil effortlessly, creating lines that somehow resulted in a perfect drawing of the horizon.

"Do you only draw and paint landscapes?" I asked curiously.

"I can do portraits, too," she answered with a nod, glancing at me. "But they're never as good."

I gave her a knowing look. "I doubt that."

She merely smiled in response, eyes meeting mine for a moment, before shaking her head with amusement and looking back to her sketches. I chuckled, leaving her to it as I enjoyed my lunch and read the newspaper.

It was nice to just sit and enjoy each other's company as we did our own thing. I'd occasionally glance up to see Wanda focused on her drawing and smile, allowing myself to appreciate the sight, before looking back down to the paper and enjoying my pasta.

By the time I finished my food, as had Wanda, she straightened up and tore a page from her sketchbook. The noise pulled me from my reading and I looked up to see her holding the paper towards me.

I quirked a brow, but she simply shook the paper, signalling for me to take it. With confusion, I took it and became speechless when I saw what she'd drawn. It was me reading the paper, the exact view she must have had from being sat opposite me. It looked exactly like me, probably better since I knew I didn't look that good, and I was amazed at her talent all over again.

"You did this just now?" I asked with disbelief, looking up at her.

She shrugged and distracted herself with her pencil. "Yeah, it's not much. It's not my specialty."

I scoffed. "You're kidding. Wanda, this is amazing!"

Bashful smile on her lips, she glanced up at me. "Maybe it's the best portrait I've done. But I think that's down to my subject."

Even when she was embarrassed, she was still capable of turning the tables on me, leaving me a flustered mess. It was like her superpower. A very annoyingly cute superpower.

"That's what you look like y'know," she continued, nodding to the paper in my hand. "When you're focused on reading. You chew your lip with thought. And you get this little crease–" she pointed between her brows with a laugh, "–right here, and you seem to forget that anything else exists."

A sweet smile spread on her face as she tilted her head, watching me with intimidating eyes, very much aware of the effect her words had on me.

"You're very observant," I said, trying not to stutter, her gaze making me nervous. "Perfect skill for an artist."

She hummed in agreement, though didn't look away. "Mere artistic observation, right?"

My heart was hammering in her chest the longer she stared, especially when her words dawned on me. I'd said the exact same thing after she confronted me about picking her ring. I wondered if she could hear my heart pounding in my ears.

Just like the first time I saw her, I was at a loss for words and couldn't look away. She was compelling, beautiful and remarkable all at once.

—

"Nebo," I said, hoping it was the correct word for 'sky' in Russian, as Wanda had taught me.

She grinned. "Yes! And horizon?"

I pulled a face as I thought carefully. "Er...gorizont?"

"The student is soon to become the master," she said, and I rolled my eyes, knowing that was anything but the truth. I appreciated her encouragement though.

"Okay, before we head to the beach, we have to buy some rock," I told her, leading her to the stall on the promenade. "I got it last time and it's so good."

She furrowed her brows. "What's that?"

I smiled at her expression. "It's a sweet. Kind of like boiled sugar that's formed into a stick of, well, rock."

She didn't seem convinced. "If you say it's good, I trust you, I guess..."

I laughed, grabbing her hand and tugging her to the stall. "You'll love it."

After getting two sticks of rock for Wanda and I, we began to walk to the sand. I glanced at the brunette, wanting to see her reaction. She eyed the hard candy before attempting to bite it, a small piece breaking off at the top. Crunching on it, she scrunched her nose up.

"It's hard," she noted, swallowing the piece. "Tasty, though."

"It's better if you suck on it, love," I let her know with a hidden smile. "Tastes much better."

She did as I said, beginning to suck on the top, and seemed to enjoy it more. Giving me a thumbs up as she sucked it, I couldn't help but laugh again. She looked adorable, so I left her to it and did the same as we walked along the sand and towards the benches in the distance.

Like a child experiencing something for the first time, she began to point excitedly at Blackpool Tower and the ferris wheel in the distance and I just kept nodding along, letting her get excited because it made my heart skip a beat every time she flashed me a smile.

When we reached the benches, I was glad that today wasn't a busy day. It wasn't exactly tourist season, so the beach was scarce of anyone but residents of the town. And even then, our side of the beach was pretty empty, giving us first dibs on a bench that wasn't broken or uncomfortable.

Settling on it, Wanda pulled her legs up and sat cross-legged so she could lean on them and pull out her watercolours. I sat beside her and leaned back, inhaling the salty air and exhaling peacefully. I never had much reason to visit here apart from when my parents took my brother and I on the occasional trip, but it was nice to appreciate the sound of the ocean washing over the sand and the seagulls squawking in the sky. A big difference compared to back home.

Another silence formed between us as she painted the water ahead, and I couldn't help but glance her way, watching her pucker her lips with concentration. All she'd wanted was this and I was glad I could finally give it to her.

So she wouldn't notice, I looked away and stared out at the blue expanse of ocean before me. I should have been appreciating its beauty, but all I could think about was how it was no contest to the girl sat beside me.

"I'm really glad you brought me here today," she said out of the blue after a while, "but I wouldn't have said yes if I'd known you would be bored."

I looked to her and saw she was still preoccupied by her painting. "I'm not bored. We came here so you could see the water and find some new subjects to paint. And that's exactly what we're doing."

She sighed, looking up at me with a questioning glance.

Smiling reassuringly, I said, "I like the quiet. And I like watching you work. You look happy. It's good to see."

She tensed her jaw, stifling a smile, but her eyes said it all. She was grateful. Of course, her eyes were also very easy to get lost in, even if she didn't mean for me to. And right now, under the sun, I found myself drowning in pools of blue.

"What are you thinking?" she asked quietly, a hint of a smile on her face.

Stupidly, I felt compelled to tell her the truth. "I'm thinking about how you have really pretty eyes."

Attempting to make me flustered yet again, her favourite hobby by now I was guessing, she raised a brow teasingly. "Oh, really?"

It didn't bother me this time though, as I maintained eye contact and felt my heart swelling with adoration. "Yes. It's like you hold all the elements in a single gaze."

Her smile faded and that's when I realised what I'd said, my heart dropping to my stomach in an instant. Swallowing hard, I looked away and shook my head. An apology was waiting on the tip of my tongue when she spoke with realisation.

"It was you."

I glanced her way nervously. "What was?"

She was staring like her mind was working something out and I was the missing piece. "The letter that Y/B/N gave me last week. He wrote the exact same thing. What you just said."

My brows knitted together with confusion, then it hit me. The love letter Y/B/N wrote. The one he assured me was for his own eyes. He'd given it to her. And I'd just gone and said the exact thing he'd written on it, no doubt passing it off as is his own words.

"Th–that wasn't me," I got out, shaking my head slowly. "I didn't even know he gave you a letter, Wanda."

She continued to watch me, eyes squinting with scepticism. I swallowed hard under her gaze, trying to think of how I could come back from this. But apparently I didn't have to, because she suddenly leaned forward and pressed her lips to mine.

My mind was foggy when her fingers rested behind my neck, tugging me closer. I closed my eyes, melting at her touch, and began to kiss her back, moving my lips against hers. She was slow and gentle with me, her lips as soft as they looked and sending the butterflies in my stomach into a frenzy. I could have kissed her forever and been content, but my brain finally caught up to my actions and I reluctantly pulled away, stunned.

Glancing around to make sure nobody saw us – there was literally nobody here – I caught my breath and looked back to Wanda. Her eyes were drawn to my lips before they flickered to meet mine, darkened with desire.

"Why did you do that?" was all I could think to ask, and I was acutely aware of her fingers still grasping my neck, the skin burning where her tips grazed.

She licked her swollen lips, expression softening. "I think I've been falling for the wrong Y/L/N."

My lips pressed together, missing the feeling of hers against them. Never in a million years did I expect her to say something like that. I thought she'd been teasing me this whole time, but now, maybe there was truth to her actions.

"Did you really mean what you said?" she asked apprehensively.

"What?"

She swallowed. "What you said about my eyes. Did you mean it?"

Well, she'd kissed me, so there was no going back now.

I nodded, noticing the hesitance in her eyes. "Yes... you're beautiful, Wanda."

She didn't say anything and the silence was deafening. I almost wanted to run back home and pretend this never happened, but that was the cowardly side of me. The other side, the disbelieving side, wanted to stay here with her and keep living in this little bubble we'd created.

"Can I kiss you again?" she finally spoke, eyes flickering between mine for confirmation.

Not trusting myself to speak, I nodded slowly, and she didn't waste another second as she leaned in once again. This time, I wasn't so surprised, so I kissed her back quickly, trying not to think about how wrong this was. How I'd been taught that this was wrong. Because I refused to believe this was wrong, that it was a sin, when it felt so damn right.

Wanda felt right.

—

When I got home later that afternoon, I couldn't stop myself from smiling.

Wanda was all that was on my mind. Everything about her was floating around up there – the contagiousness of her smile, the brightness of her eyes, the taste of her lips. When I left this morning, I wasn't expecting to return with– well, I wasn't sure what we were, but we'd decided to give whatever this was a go.

Of course, she was still engaged to my brother, but I tried not to think about that. She made me happy and maybe in a different lifetime we could have been together, but this was the wrong lifetime which meant I'd have to make some wrong decisions, this possibly being one of them.

The guilt was still present, but the adoration I had for Wanda overpowered it. The fact that she actually liked me back was too thrilling for me to even concern myself with the lack of future this relationship would have. I just wanted to enjoy what we had whilst we had it, even if it meant being together in secret.

"So, how did your trip go?" my mum asked me when I returned, looking up from her knitting.

I stifled my grin the best I could. "It was fun. Wanda loved the seaside."

My mother seemed pleased as she smiled my way. "Y/N, that's great. You know, I'm really proud of you for making an effort with her. It means a lot to everyone."

"Mhm."

"She's going to be your sister-in-law after all," she continued knowingly, "so it's good you're spending time with her. Maybe you could do it more."

I hummed in agreement, my heart fluttering at the possibility of spending more time with Wanda. "Yeah, that could be good."

"Go on upstairs, you must be tired from the travelling," she said after a moment, noticing my distant headspace. "I'm glad you had fun today."

Wanda's smile appeared in my mind again, her lips ghosting my own. I sighed contently.

"Me, too."

#wanda maximoff au #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch imagine #scarlet witch #elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen imagine #elizabeth olsen #marvel #marvel imagine

[bestruction]

How it’d be to watch animes with them

A/N: While i’m working on my Mikasa x reader royal au, this little idea came to my mind. I tried to put the links when i mentioned a specific scene and speak a little about the anime in case you don’t know it.  So here it’s: 

Warnings: Me exposing my otaku self, mentions of 18+ animes (Not hentais) 

Eren -  Kaguya-sama wa Kokurasetai: Tensai-tachi no Renai Zunousen (13+)

A / N: The main characters like each other, but none wants to confess because being the person who takes the first step would also represent being the defeated person. The anime develops in a series of plans that both elaborate to make the other confess their love.

Warnings: None

It was his idea to watch an anime together since the two of you liked it a lot. You saw no harm and agreed to go to sleep with your boyfriend on Friday night. So, you would have the dawn and the weekend to see everything.

“We could watch One piece! Everybody likes"

“In three days ?! We will not finish even if we do not take breaks ”

"Naruto then?"

“Haven't you seen it all five times or more?

"But it is a classic!"

"It is also too long!"

He would sulk when he saw you reject each of his suggestions for being too big animes. The truth was, he was trying to convince you to stay longer. After much searching in the catalog, you choose to watch a short comedy of 12 episodes.

Biggest mistake ever

Eren is already annoying by nature, and after watching Kaguya-sama's two seasons he would spend the day and night trying to get you to confess to him EVEN IF YOU'VE BEEN IN LOVE FOR TWO YEARS AND HE HAS BEEN THE FIRST TO DECLARE. HIT HIM, PLEASE.

"Do you think that using such a low trick will make me give in?"

“Eren, I just got out of the shower. What trick? Wear an outfit? ”

“Showing off your skin won't make you win”

If you wanted to play with him, great. You are going to spend the day in this little game until he gets tired and just hugs you or something because he can't spend a lot of time without touching you. But if you didn't want to, just you could use that touchy side of him against him too.

"Maybe I shouldn't show you anything else then"

"Yes, of course, do- Wait what?"

"You heard"

“NO, BABE! YOU WON! I CONFESS! I LOVE YOU"

Watching anime with him would be quite an experience. For being very verbal, Eren would be the type of person who doesn't shut up watching anything. Especially, something that makes him laugh. You would see him laughing out loud and throwing himself back on the couch or on you, whether you were with him or not. You may even complain, but it would be fun to see him react to everything as immediately and naturally as an unfiltered child.

He will sing ALL the openings for the rest of the days around the house until you are humming some without realizing it.

For some reason, can I imagine him doing Chika dance ?? Yes, please film this big bear dancing like a little girl.

Levi - Death parade 

A / N: Do you want to cry and hurt yourself? This is the right place. Death Parade is a story about what happens after death. The characters are sent to mysterious bars where they will be judged to decide the fate of the souls themselves. (18+)

Warnings: Suicide, depressive themes, mentions of rape and domestic violence

I don't see Levi watching many animes. In fact, I don't see him watching much anything at all. He would be the type of person who can't spend a lot of time in front of the television without feeling like he's wasting time. Which would result in a very selective and demanding taste.

He would always read the reviews about the film, and after watching it, he would make his own. Ever. No exceptions. Unlike Impossible-to-be-quiet-Eren, Levi would be silent to be able to capture and understand all the details. This is interesting because getting his attention is a difficult task. But once it's done, he is 100% focused on the story and immersed in the characters.

So, after reading about it, he would agree to watch Death Parade with you.

He would have low expectations at first, and if the anime failed to hold his very difficult attention in three episodes, he wouldn't even try with the rest.

So when in the first episode, all suspense and doubts left to the viewer entered Ackerman's head, he would finish the other 11 without realizing it.

As a rational person, he would love things that make him think and reflect on the proposed theme. In the case: Life and death.

For some reason, I imagine him as someone who would like to study and read philosophy as a hobby and that he would love Nietzsche? So, you could expect deep conversations after each episode.

But without any arrogance, humanity's strongest soldier might not be the most talkative man in humanity, but surely when he opened his mouth to it, it wouldn’t be to show himself off with something that he knows and you don’t. On the contrary, he would be more than happy to explain if you asked and added your opinion.

He wouldn't cry, but he would be touched by the way the emotions were shown and created in the characters.

He would probably see the scene where Decim cries more than once for being impressed with how the pain of a character who is supposedly not flesh and blood is expressed so well.

And after the anime is over, you would always see him listening to the music of the ice skating scene around the house while doing something.

When you were finished watching everything, you would talk again about the anime. You lying on his chest and he touching his hair, smelling him.

"Do you believe in reincarnation, Levi?"

“If so, I wouldn't go back to this shit a second time. No matter what they offered me ”

"Levi!"

"Unless it was to have you again"

“What a cliché” He would roll his eyes after hearing your response “But I like clichés”

Again, he wouldn't cry, but he would be thinking about how ephemeral things can be, including being alive. Then you can expect a more touchy Levi for a few days.

Jean - Banana Fish 

N / A: Another one to cry and get hurt. Banana Fish is way more than just a story about one character just is hard to define. So in case, you didn’t watch it, here’s the trailer. (18+)

warnings: pedophilia, rape, violence, drugs, your heart being destroyed

You know that guy who says that no yaoi is good, it's just a way to feed a bunch of fujoshi and stuff like that? Jean. It's him. I just know it. So when you suggested Banana Fish and said it was a BL / yaoi, he would probably laugh and ignore the idea.

But after insisting a little and showing him the many compliments that both the anime and the manga received, he would accept.

At first, he wouldn't pay much attention. He really thought it would be just another bad anime. But by the end of the first episode, he would be too involved in the story to stop.

I think he would love crime novels for the same reason that Levi: To think. Try to find out how things are going to end and pick up any clues that the author has left about the ending. So the plot would hold him so much because he would make a ton of theories about the end.

He will ship Ash and Eiji with all his soul. I mean, how can he not ship? To see an anime in which the physical touch between the couple doesn't really happen and still builds a well-developed and healthy relationship would be a new experience for him.

Jean is somewhat similar to Eren in this respect. So you can expect to see him huffing in anger, cursing one of the characters, throwing a pillow away, or using it to hide a tear or two that he would let go of you. The kind of person who gets emotionally involved with the things he watches.

He would cry an entire river after watching the last episode and deny it later.

“I was not crying. The cushion fabric made my eyes itch a lot ”

Show him again and he will cry the same amount and intensity

Armin - Haikyuu

A / N: Considering all the texts on Tumblr for haikyuu characters, I’m pretty sure you know what anime it’s lol (10+)

Armin is an otaku with a license card and no one can change my mind. He would probably start watching it as a child. So, his first animes would be everyone's classics: Naruto, Dragon Ball Z, Bleach, etc.

So it would be normal that as the vast majority, he would continue to have a preference for shounen when he grew up. So it would be your idea to see Haikyuu.

He would have low expectations because he thought it would be just another anime with cute characters for everyone to be thirsty as an inverted harem. And also because the synopsis does not create a strong impression, especially for those who consume shounen daily.

"So we are just gonna see a little boy trying to catch a ball?"

“It's gonna be good! Everyone is talking about it now ”

"Does he have some superpower?"

"No"

"Something scary?"

"Armin, just give a chance!"

He would like it. Did I say he would like it? Because he would love it. The atmosphere created and well developed with such a simple plot would hold his attention well. (Is it possible to dislike Hinata in the first episode?)

It would be a great anime for him to watch because 1. It is different from what he usually sees. Unlike shounen, Haikyuu deals only with real and tangible scenarios. Of course, still with that touch of anime, but it is very easy to recognize yourself in the characters and learn from them and therefore reflect on yourself as well.

It would be great to make him think about his own insecurities and how most of them were inside his head.

He would be so immersed in the anime universe that he would have to pause the game scenes because he would be too nervous waiting for the ball to fall.

You will probably see him taking a deep breath in each drawing scene of the characters and see him truly cheering for the team as if it were a real national game.

More than that, you will see his eyes full of tears when Yamaguchi hit the serve in the match against Aoba johsai.

In fact, Yamaguchi would be his favorite character. No discussions.

"I said it would be good"

"Shut up"

"Make me"

Mikasa - Heaven’s official blessing 

A / N: I'm going to leave the trailer here because I don't know how to define it very well. It's a novel, but the story doesn't focus ONLY on that. (14+)

Okay, you didn't suggest. She did not suggest. So how do you end up watching together? You catch her watching when you come home by surprise lol

Until then, you would know that she watched some anime, but nothing romantic. Never. In fact, that was her little secret.

Although common sense is that Mikasa would be cold even in a modern au (and I agree in parts). I think she would be the type of person who loves to see the sweetest and softest things to melt alone on the couch without anyone seeing. A moment for herself and a part of her that she would not show to anyone.

You would already know about her romantic side, but seeing her under the covers sighing while watching the Netflix special episode is a totally different story.

Please don’t mock her!!. She would be red enough by the time she was discovered.

When she was less shy, she would ask if you want to watch with her. She would say she saw no problem watching it with you again since doing it with you would be a different experience.

If you accept, you would spend the rest of the night in the room sharing a blanket and absorbing the soft atmosphere, the soundtrack, and the Chinese culture so present in history.

She would not speak a lot because she was paying attention, but she would hug you all the time. In the romantic scenes, she would tighten her arms around you a little and sometimes left a kiss on your shoulder.

I think she could relate to Hua Cheng's way of loving. He is always there to protect, care for and see his lover even if sometimes Xie Lian doesn't even know.

And that is what she wants to show you, that more than a girlfriend, she is also someone you can count on.

Days later, you will see her reading the rest of the work around the house because she couldn't stand to wait for a second season.

And later, SURELY melting and vibrating while watching Mo Dao Zu Shi.

#aot x reader #aot x you #eren x reader #mikasa x reader #armin x reader #levi x reader #jean x reader #kaguya sama wo kataritai #haikyuu!! #banana fish #death parade #heavens official blessing #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyojin x reader #aot imagines #eren jaeger x reader #eren headcanons #mikasa headcanons #armin headcanons #levi headcanons #jean headcanons

[sheloooveswomen]

a lovely coincidence pt.3 - abby gerhard x reader

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pt.1 pt.2

summary: carol AU. about 6 months in the relationship. you’re at your 2bedroom/2bathroom apartment that you share with a roommate (she’s at her boyfriends house to give you and abby privacy for the long weekend).

includes: abby x fem!reader, thoughts are italicized, all in reader’s POV.

warnings: you shower together but it’s not sexy time so not really nsfw.

inspired by Safe in Her Arms Audio‘s audio on youtube

4,384 words

Y/N POV//

"Honey come to bed, you're exhausted" I groan, letting my head fall on the back of the couch to see my girlfriend behind me.

"I just need to let my job know I'm taking a long weekend. Go on to bed, I'll be there in a minute. Promise." she pecks my forehead as she passes me.

I head into the room to turn down the bed. About five minutes later she comes into my bedroom yawning. I stifle laugh, "All set?"

Abby narrows her eyes at me, "Leave my yawn alone, I know it sounds stupid." she unbuckles her belt to take off her skirt and jewelry, placing them on my vanity.

"I didn't say anything" I shrug.

"I know, but you are drawing attention to it and even though you say it's cute, I don't believe you. So it must sound stupid."

"Then why are you laughing?" I chuckle.

She fails to suppress said smile, "I'm not laughing at that, that's not funny. I'm laughing because yours is infectious and you make me happy as a whole- oh no I feel another one coming on" she lets out another kitten like yawn, cutting off her sleepy ramble.

Now I fight to suppress a smile.

"No. Stop. That's it, I'm never yawning again." she throws her hands up.

"It's cute!"

"I don't believe you. I think it sounds silly."

"Have I done something to make you feel that it sounds silly?" I cross my arms, still fighting a smile.

"No it's not your fault- well maybe it is, I don't know your intentions." she sighs dramatically before falling backwards onto the bed, "I just know you're pretty and snuggly."

"Is that all I have going for me?" I laugh.

Abby responds with her eyes closed, "No you're more than that. I'm just sour because I don't like my yawn so I'm taking it out on you, my lovely. I apologize."

"Apology accepted." I lay on my stomach beside her, both of us on top of the bed spread.

"But you should know better than to acknowledge it—”

Another yawn breaks through.

“Why am I so yawny?" she groans when she notices my smile, "From now on plug your ears and look any other direction when I yawn, any direction you want."

"What if I want to look at you?"

"No not at me. That's the anti-direction, you don't wanna look at me when I yawn."

"I always want to look at you." I waggle my eyebrows.

"No no no no" she laughs, "don't distract me with your sweet words of seduction because then we launch into this conversation over and over again until I change my—"

She yawns again.

"What is going on! Do you think it's because we're talking about it and now my brain is stuck? I-I'm gonna try something different"

She yawns again, purposefully quieter.

"See that had no sound but it wasn't nearly as satisfying, that's a new issue."

"Hush and hold me." I mumble, laying my head on her shoulder.

"You're sassy but I like you so much I'm willing to look past it."

"Thank you- I think?"

"Plus I like how snuggly you are...you are very sweet. I love how much you tidy up before I come over—"

"What? You noticed?"

"Yes I noticed" she laughs, "unless you have windex and clorox scented candles"

"Ha. Ha."

"Jokes aside, it is much appreciated that you're willing to take the time. I know how busy you are- you're extra cozy today." Abby turns her head to place a kiss on my temple, making me smile, "The only issue with me crashing here is I breakout."

"When you're here?"

"Because I don't take off my makeup, silly."

"Well, why don't you?"

"Because it'd be annoying. It would take a lot of time. A lot of time...and it requires a lot of steps. A double cleanse and an eye cream and moisturizer and an eyelash serum—"

"You're kidding" I chuckle.

"I'm not. So many things and- pfft I don't want to waste all our time together."

"I still wash my face and stuff when you're over here.”

She twirls a strand of my hair around her finger, "Sure but your face takes two seconds."

"I wouldn't mind if you took a while." I assure her.

"Sweetheart I know it would be fine—"

"We could do it together if that's what you're worried about. You could even teach me your millions of steps!"

"That'd be fun." she boops my nose.

"You're aging like fine wine -the absolute finest of wines- anyways so you must tell me all your secrets."

She laughs softly, "It'd be fun to show you what I do but- hmmm"

"What?"

She just laughs and steals a kiss, "Nothing. Goodnight."

"What are you hiding?" I poke her side.

She does the same thing back, "I'm not hiding anything."

I move to straddle her lap and shake her shoulders to get her to open her eyes.

My brunette breaks into a smile, "What're you gonna shake it out of me— No!!! You can't tickle secrets out of me that's not how it works—"

"What secrets Abby?"

Her eyes shoot open, "Wha- I have no secrets I- it's just sensitive. I mean hypothetically if I had a secret it would be sensitive." she sighs.

I cross my arms, staring down at her blankly.

"I made it awkward now, didn’t I?” she sighs again and pinches the bridge of her nose.

"A bit, yeah."

"It's just I- I don't think it's crazy...for me...to I don't like that word, crazy, unless you know, it's accurate... I don't think its- hmm..."

I get off her lap to sit criss cross beside her, "Are you gatekeeping your products? You're avoiding my question."

"I'm not trying to prolongue this, I don't think it's too...mmmuch for me to not want you to...see me without make up on. That's it. Goodnight." she rushes the last sentence to be almost unintelligible. She sits up to kiss my lips but I put my hand up before she can. Abby gives an awkward laugh, "You're really not gonna let this go?"

I shake my head.

"Honey it's not a big deal." she smiles sweetly.

"Clearly it is if you're trying so hard to get out of talking about it."

She tries for an innocent smile, "It's not! It's really not a big deal. We really like each other so what does it matter if I'm wearing make up or not ya know?"

"Exactly!"

"No- not by that logic that means I shouldn't- I-" she laughs dryly, "you're using my words against me I don't like it—"

I furrow my brow, "Are you actually upset?"

She sits up, "No baby, not in a way that's serious, this isn't a fight"

"I know that." I shrug, secretly relieved.

"Well I know that you know but I want us to be clear, this isn't a real fight- this might be a fake fight. I'm not sure, I haven't figured it out yet." she tries to laugh it off but take some a more sincere tone, "It isn't a big deal, I just don't want to be bare face around you yet, I'm not ready." she shrugs.

"Why? Are you a totally different person without make up?"

"You'd be amazed by what it can do. I used to wear false eyelashes -but they were a pain- listen it doesn't mean anything—"

"It means something to me if you're bothered by it."

"So maybe I'm a little insecure but that doesn't have to...matter” she pouts slightly, “don't make that face."

"I don't want you to be insecure with me, lovely."

She rubs her thumb over my knee, "Well it might not be ideal but it's not a big deal."

"I don't care what you look like without makeup, I'm sure I've seen you without it by now. It’s been months!" I remind her.

"Oh, baby. I know you think and yes I understand you love me for so much more than my looks but...but nothing actually- period. Done. That's enough. That's all I had to say." she lays back down.

I rest my hand on her forearm, "Honey please just go take your makeup off" I whisper.

Her hand finds mine, "I love the fact that you are concerned about my self esteem, believe me when I say that darling. I love that we take care of each other in that way and I understand where you're coming from but it's not personal, baby. I can see how it might feel that way because it would imply that you'd be so shallow for makeup to be the make or break." she laughs.

"I'm far from naive when it comes to insecurities. I'd just like you to be comfortable. Is it because of my being younger?"

"Well- okay, it's coming from- the root place- I mean sure- okay. I do have that insecurity with our age difference at times, but very rarely. I don't think it has to matter. I honestly don't think much of it until someone else brings it up. Not even subconsciously."

"Me neither."

"Aging is a very common insecurity among women."

"That doesn't mean it's right, or that we shouldn't talk about it" I move her hair from her face.

"Well think about it, baby. Makeup is an option but it's not really an option. Even in the workplace the women who take more time to put themselves together get more money and possibly bonuses because there is a standard. And to meet it implies an effort and care."

"Getting dolled up should have nothing to do with someone's level of capability."

"You're absolutely correct. Still the message it sends is ‘I cared to show up at 100%’. It’s the same deal with hair too. It should have no implication but it's just how society is. So I have been conditioned to believe it as well."

"Honey, you must know you're beyond beautiful. Not that it matters but you somehow look a decade younger than you are. Like I said: the finest of wines right here."

Abby smiles and opening her eyes, brushing her fingertips along my cheek, "Thank you but you've seen me with lighter makeup which I'm sure you thought was no makeup at all" she laughs, "but I covered all my blemishes—"

"Everyone has blemishes.”

"Which makes it ironic that we call them blemishes, but sweetheart I didn't make the rules. We are all bombarded with these messages of perfectionism and superficiality—"

"I don't subscribe to any of that."

"I know sweetheart, I don't mean to imply that you do. I'm just trying to explain that because I'm so used to- I kinda feel- you know sometimes- okay." she exhaled to gather her thoughts, "As we talk this through I'm beginning to understand where you're coming from."

We share a small laugh, she moves the hair that fell in my face.

"There's this old saying we often choose the devil we know over the devil we don't, something along those lines. I often encourage others to choose the devil you don't because we know for a fact how our own devil is when the other could be a very nice british man. But there's still that fear, so that's what I'm doing."

"What's the devil you don't?"

"You not liking my face without makeup—"

"Oh, come on."

"Sweetheart you don't actually know how you would feel until you've seen me. Logically I know that sounds silly but—"

"Are you some shapeshifter with eyeshadow?"

"Baby, I know I can't exactly transform but it does do a lot."

"You don't even look like you have any on!"

"Thank you, I look natural but I have eyeliner and mascara and I've filled my brows, concealer, blush. I've enhanced myself in a natural way that makes you think you know what I look like, but you don't."

"Do I not make you feel safe to be without makeup?" I ask quietly.

"Why do you have to be so precious?" she asks with a smile, "Sweetheart of course you make me feel safe. I wouldn't be here with you if you didn't make me feel safe. I'm just scared is all, just a little scared. I don't think we have to conquer all of our fears."

"With this one, I disagree."

"I know eventually I will. Eventually I may feel ready, I think?"

"Not by the logic you just presented about our conditioning because that would imply you never will."

"I see where you're going with this, I have to take the first step."

"Exactly."

"Well I feel like I’ve made baby steps with the less makeup?"

"Or you could leap now." I deadpan.

She groans, "I don't want to."

I stare at her for a moment before going to the closet and getting two towels, "Do you wanna shower?"

She sits up confused, "Sure, do you- well obviously because that was awfully random, wasn't it?"

"With me."

She stops laughing, "Sweetheart, why are you so stuck on this?"

I turn to her, "Do you not want to shower with me?"

Abby straightens up, a natural blush coming through, "Well of course I want to! I'd be lying if I said I haven't thought about it—"

"Good. I think it would be fun." I place the towels on the bathroom counter and come back to take off my jewelry.

"Well just because that'd be fun doesn't mean the no makeup part would be."

"You're not bothered by that getting in our way and making you breakout?"

"I guess I am..." she mumbles.

"Then what's the problem?" I shrug.

"You keep forgetting the downside to all of this—"

"There is no downside!" I groan, getting pajamas for the both of us.

"It is very much a downside. That's what I'm trying to tell you!" she groans when I don't respond, "You're going to break up with me."

My head snaps to her, "Do you honestly think that?"

Abby lets out a weak laugh, "I don't know? You may see all of me and then poof."

I shake my head, hanging up the robes we got from Carol for christmas.

"Okay listen..." she pulls me to sit next to her on the edge of the bed, "If I agree to this makeupless shower, I won't trap you in a relationship if you find me hideous. That'd be no good to anybody."

I glare at her standing to go start the shower.

She grabs my hand and guides me to stand between her legs, "Okay! Okay, I guess its better in a moment I choose than by surprise."

"You'll really do it?" I cross my arms over my chest.

She nods, "If I knew today would be the day I would've prepared for it. Can I prepare now, at least?"

"Prepare?"

"Yeah."

"How?"

"Give me a big hug?" she sits me sideways in her lap. My face finding the crook of her neck as her arms link around my waist, "Our last hug."

“I’ve changed my mind.”

She laughs, "Just humor me"

"I don't like you joking like this."

"I know you don't like it, but it's your fault for diving into this so hold me as tight as you can because this is our last hug."

"Are you going to break up with me?"

"Of course not, you're gonna break up with- just let me prepare for the worst, please?"

I roll my eyes.

"It's a compromise! Let me prepare okay?"

"Fine."

She sighs, "Our last compromise"

I pinch her side, earning a surprised yelp.

"I know you hate it, but I hate it too." she falls backwards so we're laying down, "Our last snuggle— No! Don't pull away, snuggle like you mean it please. Like it's the last one...will you kiss me?"

"Those are fighting words."

"Please? Our first and last sad make out."

I turn my head away from her.

"You're not gonna wanna touch me at all after this so pucker up for our last lip locking" she laughs.

"This isn't funny Abby."

"So it’s a flawed coping mechanism." she turns me flat on my back to rest her head on my chest, "If you already won't kiss me you should expect me to be sad, last nuzzle—"

I swat her shoulder.

"Just let me do what I have to do, woman!"

I roll my eyes for the millionth time, hand coming up to play with her hair out of habit.

"Our first and last fight."

"That one I'm onboard with." I chuckle.

She laughs, "See! Aren't you glad we played this game? You're welcome."

"Don't push it."

She leans back to look at me, "What other things do we do? Oh!"

She throws her leg over my hip.

"The last leg wrap. You're gonna miss this. You always grab my butt when we lay like this"

We laugh when my hand finds her ass, "Can you blame me?"

"I'm exhausted now, can we just sleep?"

I shake my head, "You're not getting out of this."

"But you're tired, too!"

"Nope. Come on." I pat her ass one last time and sit up.

She sprawls out like a starfish, "Goodbye Y/n’s bed sheets. I'm gonna miss this mattress and your room and you and how beautifully you treat me. I miss laying all my love on you. Laying with you. I miss talking to you."

"Stop talking in past tense."

"I'm preparing."

I throw her designated pajamas at her face.

"You know we've always been good at making each other laugh, but you hate me today."

"I could never hate you but I am mad. I'm allowed to be after this."

She sits at the edge of the bed, "Yes, but don't forget I will be the real loser today."

"You owe me a shower Miss Gerhard." I stand between her legs again.

"I know... but I don't want to." she sits up to wrap her arms around my waist, her forehead resting against my stomach, "Will you rub my back?"

I can't help but comply.

She lets out a content hum, "Thank you... the last—"

"That's enough." I remove her arms from around me and pick up the pajamas from the bed.

"Alright, I've had my preparation." she follows me into the bathroom, "I was going to say it's downhill from here- actually downhill is easier than uphill but no one would understand the saying if we said it right. The last fun fact."

I frown at her over my shoulder as I turn the shower on, "I told you stop that."

"Sweetheart, I don't know why you're not concerned. The last pet name!"

I dry my hand after checking the water temperature, "I thought you said you were finished preparing."

"I know but I had one more."

Her eyes follow me as I grab the face cleanser, shower gel, shampoo, and conditioner.

"You're very sweet, and you do make me feel beautiful, and you're right I think this game has gone too far—"

"Thank you."

"Not for that but now I'm thinking if this was the last—"

I hang up the towels on the hook by the shower, "Are you just trying to make me sad now?” I place her hands on my hips, lay my arms over her shoulders, and lean in for lingering kiss, "You do realize this scares me too? For you to see me, all of me, I mean. But I like being close to you and I want to be even closer if you'll allow us to."

Abby rubs her nose against mine, "Okay I'm ready now."

She yawns again, making me laugh.

"Don’t laugh at me- the last yawn!” she grins.

"Abigail."

She clutches her chest, "No! Not the full name! We've come too far for violence! Okay, if today is the day, then today is the day. Now I must honor our compromise."

I take her face in my hands and pull her in for another long kiss.

"You giving me courage?" she laughs.

I respond with another kiss.

"You're already making me feel better"

kiss

"okay"

kiss

"we"

kiss

"gotta get"

kiss

"Baby!"

I laugh between a few more quick kisses, "Okay!"

kiss

"Now let's go." I help her pull her sweater over her head.

"We were so cozy and you had to ruin it." she laughs nervously, unbuttoning my shirt with a shaky breath.

I reach around her to unzip her skirt, pulling it down along with her tights. Abby unbuckles my pants and let’s them fall to my ankles before collecting all of our clothes and putting them on the counter.

"Okay...death row here we go" she mumbles.

I quietly laugh at her as I unclip my bra and take off my underwear.

She quickly does the same.

I make my way to the shower, checking the water again and placing the products on the shelf, then hold the curtain open for her, "You coming?"

"Yeah. You look really good- you always do...what's that like?" she laughs. I take her hand to help her over the edge of the tub, "Always so sweet." Once we’re both in she yawns again, making me laugh. "Yeah whatever." she grumbles.

I go under the water first, letting it rinse my body from head to toe.

"You know I happen to like showers."

I laugh as I wipe water from my face, "Okay?"

"I do!"

"I believe you, babe."

She scoffs, "As if that's uninteresting. Many people don't, so you should clock that information."

"Taking note of your liking of showers!" I smile.

"Oouu, we can have shower or bath themed date nights! Do shower related...things" she laughs mischievously.

"You're stalling" I sing, applying the shampoo to my hair.

"I'm stalling. Pass me the face cleanser please?"

She moves under the stream as she soaps up her face, "Is there any way we can do this slowly?"

I place a kiss on shoulder as I pass her, "Nope."

"Right, better to rip off the bandaid I guess."

"Good" I kiss her other shoulder.

"Know I will not be able to look at you after -you can look at me- I just- yeah that's all. Okay."

"Doesn't it feel better though?" I ask.

"It does feel good. Feels really good. The eyeliner is the worst to take off, that's another reason. My eyes will be red and my skin will be swollen now."

"Honey."

"Right, okay...that should do it...I'm gonna move on to my hair and we'll pretend nothing happened. Everything is normal."

I put some soap in my hands and lather up her back before gliding my hands across stomach.

"Oh? Hi handsy." she giggles.

"Turn around so I can get your front?" I grab more soap.

"Thats far more close up than you should see me because I actually really like you."

I wash her arms as I wait, "I really like you, too."

"And I have every intention of staying with you for a very long time..."

"As do I, my lovely.” I place a kiss on the back of her neck.

"I'm glad, so maybe this is just me being afraid of what tomorrow brings?"

"What do you mean?" I run my hands up and down her sides.

"Beauty fades, we all know that, but I want you to think I'm pretty. I- well I think you're very pretty and I know far more goes into beauty than aesthetic appeal and I was just afraid you wouldn't think that."

"No one loves how they look all the time, honey, that'd be insane."

"It's all stupid, I was just scared."

"It isn't stupid if it worries you this much, can I rinse my hair?"

"Oh of course, sweetheart, sorry."

I close my eyes and tip my head back under the stream of warm water, "It's alright."

"You look really good in the shower, you know."

I grin spreads across my face, "I probably look like a wet dog—"

"None of that."

"You're right, no more self deprecating for either of us.”

“Agreed.”

“How about a fox? I look like a wet fox."

"Saying it in a sexy voice doesn't change anything." she laughs. Abby rinses the soap off once she finishes washing her legs.

"Thank you for doing this.” I reach for the conditioner, “I know you may still be little nervous but I'm glad we’re doing it."

“I am too, darling. Turn around for me?” Abby pumps soap into her hands and starts to lather my arms and back, "It'll be a relief to not breakout anymore. I will need a drawer for my products, though."

"Of course. I wish we did this sooner so you didn't have to breakout so much."

"Don't feel bad, it was teeny tiny bumps on occasion."

"Still."

We switch spots so I can rinse my body.

"I love you." Abby blurts out.

From her cheeks to her chest is flushes red when I look at her over my shoulder. I wipe the water from my face and shyly lay my arms over her shoulder before leaning in for a soft kiss, "I love you too"

"Thank you for making me feel beautiful— Oh gosh that sounds so sappy" she drops her head to my shoulder.

"No- it was sweet. If I can make you feel even half as beautiful as you really are then your ego would already be worrisome." I tease.

"Can you wash my hair?"

We both laugh as I let out an excited "Yes!"

She claps her hands. I bend over to get the shampoo, earning a long whistle from behind me, "Oouu I am in the right place. I forgot about two very important things when weighing the pros and cons of this.”

"Stop!" I grin, covering my boobs.

"Hey! Move those hands, you have a job to do."

I pour the shampoo in my hands.

"Oh yeah." she giggles before giving me what was supposed to be a quick kiss.

"We may cause a drought at this rate" I sigh when her lips meet my neck.

"We can do both at the same time." she trails her kisses to my collarbones.

"God I love you"

She chuckles lowly, "This is pretty good for our last shower."

"Abigail."

"I love you, too!"

"You better."

#abby gerhard #x reader #abby gerhard x reader #sarah paulson #carol 2015

[sofreddie]

Scent From Above 5

Summary: Jensen finally gets what he wants.

Characters: Alpha!Jensen x Omega!Fan Reader

ABO BINGO: Marking

Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics, Heat, Smut (Unprotected Sex, Mating, Knotting, Claiming/Marking, Breeding Kink), Dirty Talk

Word Count: 1,633

A/N: So this was only supposed to be five parts. But uh…there ended up being a double-dosing of smut (you're welcome). It also allowed me to squeeze in another @spnabobingo square - Marking - which, duh 🙄, why didn't I think of that before?! Anyway, so there will now be one additional part which will finish up the whole story.

PART 4

"Yours, Alpha," she breathed out, holding his gaze, letting him know she was ready, her skin electrified from his touch, her core throbbing for his attention.

"Yours," he responded, before diving in for an all-consuming kiss.

He guided her back until her calves hit the bed and she plopped down in a seated position. She looked up at him, stood before her in all his glory before her eyes traveled to the engorged cock that stood erect before her. She subconsciously licked her lips. Jensen chuckled as he wrapped one hand tightly around the base.

"You wanna suck my cock, pretty Omega?" he chuckled darkly, brushing the hair tenderly out of her face before tangling his fingers in the hair at the back of her head, "Open up," he commanded as he brought the tip to her lips.

She willingly obeyed, letting her Omega instincts take charge and placing her trust in Jensen. She opened her mouth and he slowly fed her his length until he was hitting the back of her throat. She hummed happily, hollowing her cheeks. He groaned, his hand tightening in her hair as he began pumping his hips along with her bobbing.

He was so wound up, and she was so fucking eager. He was so close to coming. He pulled her off of him with a pop and she immediately pouted.

"I wanted your cum," she whined.

"You'll get it," he promised, moving her up the bed to lay on the pillows. He kissed up her thighs, his hands framing her mound, "Gonna fill this sweet, little pussy, Omega," he took a deep breath of her scent and she blushed, enthralled and slightly embarrassed, "Claim you inside and out."

His tongue peeked out to taste her and she lost all coherent thought. He swirled his tongue around her nub, before flicking over it just once. He dragged his tongue down through her folds with a groan before diving deep inside her. He twisted his tongue, feeling her walls and tasting her slick. It was like her scent but concentrated. With fingers and tongue and unmatched enthusiasm, Jensen quickly brought her over the edge, wringing every bit of pleasure he could from her body as she thrashed and moaned.

While she caught her breath he crawled up her body, leaving warm, wet kisses in his wake and readorning her with his hickeys and love bites. When he reached her neck he settled his body against hers with a sigh.

He breathed deeply of her again. He dreamt of her scent. He clung to her shirt, desperately trying to wring every bit of scent he could from it. He nearly found himself in tears as its loss, affecting him in ways he'd never imagined.

He pulled back and focused his eyes on hers. She smiled warmly at him, her hands caressing him, her fingertips dipping into curves and lines with a worshipful touch.

He shifted his hips, dragging his cock along her folds before catching at her entrance. He locked eyes with her once more, cupping her face as he slowly slid home. Her mouth hung open in a silent gasp as he filled her.

She missed the feel of him inside her. She had played their weekend together over and over again in her mind. But her memories had let her down because he felt even more incredible than before, she was sure of it.

"So good," he moaned, gently kissing her neck where his hickey once lay. His favorite spot. His chosen spot, since that first night. He moved slow, their eyes locked as they simply felt and reconnected.

He wanted to take his time, to draw out every moment of their coupling. But she was still weak, her body desperate. He wanted to be a good Alpha and take care of her. She whined, clinging to him, needing more.

"I got you, Baby," he pecked her lips, turning her to her stomach and lifting her hips. She quickly and eagerly moved into presentation. He groaned at the sight, before hearing her whimper once more. The same heartbreaking sound she had made when he found her on the floor.

"I got you, Omega," he soothed her again as he took up his place behind her. He wrapped his arms around her, kissing her spine, before adjusting his hips and sliding home in one, smooth stroke.

She submitted to him completely and the Alpha rewarded her with the harsh and dominating pace her body craved. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, his hands planted firmly on her hips, keeping her in place and giving him leverage.

He groaned as he looked down where they connected, seeing his shaft glistening from her slick. Her pussy clutched at him hungrily, sucking him in deeper on every thrust.

"Jay, please," she begged, almost sobbing, "Please, want your knot, want your claim."

He snarled and fucker her harder, "What was that Omega?"

"Alpha!" she corrected herself, so close to the edge, "Alpha please."

Jensen brushed her hair away from her neck, licking over his chosen spot.

"Gonna claim you," he gave a final warning, "Gonna breed you Omega."

She gasped and moaned as her climax crashed over her, his words as impactful as his brutal mating. As her walls clenched tight around his throbbing shaft, he bit hard into her neck. His knot swelled rapidly, locking them tightly together as his cum flooded her womb.

He bit down harder, his hips still erratically thrusting as he rode out the waves. He was lightheaded and swimming with euphoria as he finally fulfilled the bond his body was craving.

They both slumped forward onto the bed, Jensen's body covering hers like a blanket, but she clearly didn't mind. She was practically purring beneath him as he carefully cleaned his mark, lapping at the wounds. He was attentive, careful, and thorough.

By the time he was satisfied with his work, she had fallen asleep. He chuckled, before rolling them on their sides. His knot tugged slightly as he spooned her. He breathed deeply of her once more, already finding notes of her scent changing, adapting to include his claim, his essence.

He knew she'd need him again, and soon. But with their coupling complete, she was safe. She was his.

Jensen smiled at Y/N as he finished washing the dishes. When she woke, Jensen made her shower and now was making her eat and hydrate. She whined cutely. But he knew there was more to taking care of her than just fucking her through her heat.

He was determined to show her that he was a good Alpha. That he meant his claim and stood by their bond. That he wanted her completely. He had been anxiously thinking about it since he woke.

"I want you to claim me too," he said once she was finished.

Her eyes went wide as she processed.

"What?"

"I want you to know that I'm yours as much as you are mine," he explained, pulling her into his arms, "Whenever you have doubts, I want you to see your mark and know that it's real and I'm yours."

"B-but…most Alphas don't-"

"I'm not most Alphas," he stated firmly, kissing her possessively. She melted into him and he scooped her into his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist. He carried her to the couch and sat down with her in his lap.

"This is familiar," she chuckled, blushing profusely.

"Should have claimed you then," he breathed out, dragging his nose along her hairline as he breathed her in, "Then we never would've been apart. Your heat never would've got so bad," his voice shook as he remembered how scared he was.

She cupped his face in her hands, her eyes studying his own before she kissed him tenderly. She held his gaze as she slipped his cock from his boxer briefs. Using her other hand, she slid her panties to the side before sinking down on his length.

"Y/N," he moaned as his hands clutched her sides. His head rolled to lay against the back of the couch as he adjusted his hips, "You take charge," he told her with a smirk, submitting to her will. He needed her to understand they were partners, equals, mates.

He never failed to empower her. To make her feel greater than she did before, sexier, more confident. She couldn't believe her luck in having Jensen as an Alpha. She was quickly becoming addicted to the way he looked at her with stars and adoration in his eyes. It was the same way she looked at him.

It didn't take long for them to climb to that high together once more, their bodies quickly learning each other and adapting. Her eyes locked onto his exposed neck, his words from earlier echoing in her ears in time with the pumping of her blood.

Her eyes flashed to his, barely open slits as he succumbed to the pleasure. He nodded at her, tilting his head a little more and using his other hand to gently guide her by the back of the head, encouraging her mark.

She kissed the skin reverently before parting her lips, biting down and breaking into the skin as they both fell over the edge. Jensen hissed, his hips stuttering and knot popping before he gave into his own urges, renewing his claim.

"Does it hurt?" Y/N asked after they cleaned the marks. Her eyes were glued to her claim.

"No," he promised, pecking her lips and pulling her flush against him as they waited for his knot to go down. He'd wear her mark proudly. It wasn't conventional, but he didn't care in the slightest what anyone might think. She was his, and he was hers.

PART 6 (Final)

Forevers:

@sis-tafics

@lyarr24

@calaofnoldor

@hobby27

@spnbaby-67

@fangirlxwritesx67

RPF:

@smoothdogsgirl

JENSEN TAGS:

@akshi8278

@jerkbitchidjitassbutt

@slamminmine

@deanjensenficsandart

@woodworthti666

@charred-angelwings

@deandreamernp

@laycblack

#spnabobingo #scent from above #part 5 #alpha!jensen x omega!reader #jensen x reader #a/b/o dynamics #smut

[miss-smutty]

Forbidden

Chapter 1

A/N- I've teased y'all for so long I hope this series is going to live up to expectations, I'm confident it will though because I'm addicted and it's been super easy for me to write - I'm up to chapter 3 so far so updates can be on time! There's a slight age gap between my professor Hemsy and OC Jess but she's twenty and completely legal. You know this is gunna be a giant tease fest for the first couple of chapters cos that sexual tension is fucking gold 🥵

Summary- Jess meets the man of her dreams and then stupidly leaves without getting his number. Will fate bring them together again?

Word count- 1.5 K

Pairing- Professor!Chris Hemsworth x OC

Warnings- Swearing, age gap

18+ only!

Disclaimer: This is an entire work of fiction/AU and has no affiliation to real life what so ever! This is a fictional story about fictional characters who happen to share names and faces with some real people.

Posted: 5th August 2021

Taglist:- @innerpaperexpertcloud @pandaxnienke @chickensarentcheap @jjpogueprincess @longlostinanotherworld @mostly-marvel-musings @darklydeliciousdesires @monet-belle

@skyfullofsong123 @swaggysposts

Chapter 2

I pulled out a chair at the last available table in the unusually busy coffee shop, I thought I might've caught a break choosing the one outside of campus but alas I was wrong.

I was about to sit down when the chair opposite me slid out from under the table, my eyes lifted to meet with the most sparkly blue eyes i'd ever seen. The sight of him took my breath away. Literally.

I stood staring, frozen on the spot, my mouth slightly ajar as I looked him up and down. He was tall, so tall, definitely over 6ft and built like a dream. Thick thighs straining against his fitted trousers, wide muscular shoulders and I just knew there was a six-pack hiding behind that tight t-shirt. 

"Sorry. You were here first, I'll just grab a take-out." He smirked a side smile, amused at how I was so obviously checking him out but his sexy Australian accent distracted you from anything else.

"It's fine, I'm on my own. I don't mind if you want to sit there too." I mentally face palmed myself, drawing attention to the fact I was alone wasn't the best idea but then again he was alone too. "I don't bite." I added trying my best to flirt.

It seemed to work, he smiled at me as he sat down and I took the time to admire his handsome face. He was quite clearly a lot older than me, the laughter lines around his eyes a tell tale sign but he was still quite possibly the best looking man I'd ever laid eyes on. His hair was fair and the short beard framed his face perfectly but the one thing that stood out the most were those piercing ocean-blue eyes.

"So do you come here often?" I cocked my eyebrow at him over my coffee cup making him laugh at my reaction. "Sorry, it's been a while." He said nervously, running his hand through his hair.

"It's been a while since you spoke to a stranger or…?" I questioned casually.

"It's been a while since I spoke to an attractive woman." He finished, his eyes sparkling as he watched me almost choke on my drink.

"Oh, I err…. I don't think you're doing too badly." I absentmindedly circled my finger around the rim of my cup, crossing my leg over my other and accidently rubbing my foot up his leg. My cheeks felt hot and flushed as I looked up into his eyes and saw him smiling slyly.

"Evidently. We're already playing footsie under the table." He smiled widely, a genuine smile that stretched the corners of his mouth. I smiled back at him shyly, thinking of something to say to change the subject before I ended up looking like a tomato.

"What part of Australia are you from?"

"I'm originally from Melbourne but I lived in Byron Bay before I came to America." 

"Awesome. I've always wanted to go to Australia, the Spiders put me off though." 

"Yeah I think they put most people off but in heavily populated areas they stay pretty much hidden, I think it's the size that scare people." How have I made this conversation go from flirting to talking about spiders? And how do I get back to flirting?

"Are we still talking about spiders?" I raised my eyebrows questioningly and laughed at the innuendo, flicking my hair over my shoulder. I noticed something in his eyes when I did so, a hunger, just a little flash and then it was gone again. I'm sure I didn't imagine it though because his eyes lingered on my exposed shoulders.

I checked my watch subtly, not wanting him to think he was boring me but I had to get to class and couldn't be late again, not when this semester had only just started.

"I'm really sorry, I'm gonna have to run, I'm going to be late. It was really nice meeting you." I gathered up my bags, ready to leave.

"Already? You've only just got here." He looked disappointed, his smile fading. His mouth opened as if he was going to say something else and then closed again when he saw I was ready to leave. "It was really nice to meet you too, hopefully I'll see you again." His eyes sparkled as he looked into mine, standing from his chair to get the door for me. I felt fireworks when his hand brushed against the small of my back and his face lingered close to mine. The tension was unreal, like we were the only people in the room as his eyes hungrily stared into my soul, undressing me with his eyes. My heart stopped beating when his face moved closer to mine so I could feel his breath on my lips, the smell of coffee and his aftershave filling my nostrils. I paused, my feet routed to the spot, I wanted him to kiss me so badly but I moved away at the last minute. Surely he wasn't actually going to kiss me, we'd only just met, that would be ridiculous. Wouldn't it?

********

I spent most of class daydreaming about my tall handsome stranger and the way he looked at me but most of all how I didn't even get his name. Or his number.

Now I was feeling sorry for myself because it would just be my luck to meet the man of my dreams and then never see him again. So I'd moped about all day and avoided the invitations for drinks after class. Instead I'd

gotten home early, changed into some sweats and settled myself in front of the TV for the night.

"What's up with your face?" My roommate, Ellie said as she walked into our room, throwing her bags onto her bed.

"What're you talking about?" 

"Your face. Looks like you're chewing on a wasp."

"Feeling sorry for myself." I pout pathetically.

"Why, what've you done now?" She rolled her eyes, kicking off her shoes and throwing her legs up onto the bed. I felt so lucky to have a roommate like Ellie, during our freshman year she'd become my best friend practically straight away and now after two years together we were practically sisters.

I sat up in bed cross legged and faced Ellie, getting myself ready to spill my misfortunes of the day with her.

"Well, I went to Impresso's this morning to get my morning coffee before class." She nodded, showing her enthusiasm by also sitting cross legged on her own bed, facing me. "And it was packed full of students, there was only one table left. So I went to grab it as soon as I could." She raised her eyebrow at me, wondering where I was going with the story. "And I kid you not, the most attractive man I have ever seen, pulls out the chair opposite me." 

"Oh my god! No way. Did you talk? Oh my god, this is like the perfect chick flick. Carry on." I smiled at her excitement.

"I told him I didn't mind if he sat there, I mean of course I didn't mind, you should've seen him El. Oh, oh, oh I almost forgot" I flapped my hands, bouncing on the spot. "He was fucking Australian."

"Fuck off, you're lying. Drop dead gorgeous with the sexiest accent ever. How is this even real? Now remind me why you're sat there with a face like a slapped arse?" 

"I panicked when I had to leave, didn't want to be late for class and I didn't get his number, didn't even give him chance to ask for mine." 

"Wow! Ok, now I understand. What were you thinking?"

"I wasn't thinking, I was panicking and you know what I'm like when I panic." You sulk.

"It's ok, maybe you'll bump into him again."

"Yeah, right. I should be so lucky."

"Cheer up." she says throwing a cushion at me. "There's a party at Alpha Kappa this weekend, I'm sure we can find you someone to help get over your mystery man. Or under should I say?" She raised her eyebrow at me, smiling slyly and making me laugh. She always did know how to cheer me up and maybe a party is what I needed.

There must be some good looking boys around campus that could make me forget about my Australian hunk. Surely? I thought about the guys I'd seen around campus, the guys I'd seen at frat parties and that's definitely not what I wanted. How could a twenty year old boy match to the masculine, experienced man I met this morning. My mind was set, I'd dipped my feet ever slightly into the mature pool and that's what I wanted more than anything. There was always something missing with previous boyfriends and I was tired of all the game playing. I wanted someone who knew what they wanted and wasn't afraid to get it.

The only thing was, he didn't know I was only twenty and I had no way of finding him again. If fate did bring us back together, would he mind that I was still a student? That I couldn't even drink when we went on dates? 

Who am I kidding? Of course he would mind, he could get any woman he wanted, why would he want me?

#smut #chris hemsworth #chris hemsworth fanfic #chris hemsworth smut #chris hemsworth x reader #chris hemsworth x you #chris Hemsworth series #chris Hemsworth X oc #mcu rpf

[euthym1as]

i feel shy sending in an ask dang lmaoo but for ur event bestie <33

name: mari

attracted to: boys and girlies with a preference for ya bois

fave region: chasm and enkanomiya - but i mostly stay in mondstadt due to how easy it is to explore ehe

fave vision: geo and anemo! if only one amswer is allowed then geo—

fave weapon: design wise, i really like claymores but fighting wise polearmd are so fun, just go swoosh swoosh

notable qualities: gonna try not to undermine myself here and just say i have tons of hobbies that range from drawing and playing instruments and cosplaying - uhhh if this were a video game i'd be a support since i generally don't like taking the lead despite being forced to and people irl think i'm scary/intimidating? i need a yae miko to my ei 🧎‍♀️not sure how else to describe myself other than a fischl/sucrose/probably ei/futaba sakura kin so make of that what you will kdhdkdhd

least favourite mob: fuck spectres all my homies hate spectres >:(

congrats on 100 and here's to 1,000+ more cause you deserve it!

oh this one is easy you get gorou! someone as sweet and hardworking and creative as you needs a general to back you up! and this lil dogboy will be at your heels whenever you ask!

here's his message!

Dear Mari, Welcome to Watatsumi Island! Your research in the Chasm is well respected, and we are excited to see your work in Enkanomiya! Her Excellency is thrilled to have you here, as am I! I've read your work in preparation for your arrival, and your mind is expansive, along with your illustrations being illuminating. Her Excellency has cleared my schedule out for the weekend, and if you don't mind, I'd like to discuss your work over tea at Kiminami Restaurant. I have some thoughts about mapping Enkanomiya I'd like to share with you! As always, Watatsumi Island welcomes you and we all hope you have a great stay in Inazuma. If you ever want to take a break from your investigations and do some calm calligraphy near the beaches, you know who to talk to. (Me. Please talk to me.) Long live the Resistance, Gorou 🐾

#matchmaker event #keeg writes #gorou #sagau

[leejongsuksnostrils]

obsidian.

3./little black dress.

words - 1160

warnings - language

Hyunjin went practically everywhere with me all last week. I seen Yeonjun in the background here and there. It was fucking creepy but he didn't do anything. I'd see him walking, a few steps ahead or behind. Ordering ice cream. He'd flash me a closed lip smile and somehow I'd melt inside. Hyunjin was completely oblivious. Especially since I never described to him what Yeonjun looked like.

This week however, I'm all by myself. I told Hyunjin over the weekend I should be fine from here on out. He was still apprehensive about it but I reassured him that it's ok. Although, it's been about two days and Yeonjun is nowhere to be found. It made me a little sad. Like, I found his looming presence comforting?  Every corner I'd turn, every few minutes I'd look over my shoulder, lowkey hoping to see him. But he wasn't there.

That Saturday Afternoon -

I'm laying in bed. Exhausted. School has been kicking my ass. It's just been nonstop and I'm in desperate need of a break. Suddenly, my phone goes off. My friend wanted to video chat.

"Hiiiiiiiii~" I say, throwing up a lazy peace sign in front of my face. I seen it was actually my two best friends. Celeste and Rosie. The same two best friends that were there with me during the mall incident.

"Let's go out tonight!"

"Tonight?"

"Yeah! Why not!"

"Uhhh, where and what time?"

"**** and we can meet at maybe around...10?"

I thought about it. I wanted to be a little lazy today but going out may be just what I need to get my mind off the stress from school.

"Okieee, I'll meet you guys there! Byeeeeee"

"Byeee"

I sighed. I checked the time on my phone. It was 3:33. I figured I had time to sneak in a quick nap before I had to get ready. The club my friends wanna go to is in the heart of Seoul so it's gonna take me a while to get there so I'll need to leave early.

-

I had set an alarm prior to falling asleep. It woke me at 6:30. "Ok so, I may have time to take a bath actually....take about an hour or so to get ready...leave at...oh that's perfect." I mumbled to myself as I got outta the bed and peeked into my closet. I haven't been clubbing since summer so hopefully I still fit into my lil outfits. I sighed and walked to the main bathroom downstairs to draw my bath. "Taking a bath I see. You haven't done that in forever." My Father called out from the kitchen. I walked over to him and ran my fingers through my hair. "Yeah, Celeste and Rosie called me earlier and they wanna go out tonight." "Oh, that'll be good for you." "Yeah, I just took a nap and I figured I had time to just get ready peacefully before I go out and be overstimulated." He chuckled. "Well, I hope you have fun." He brought a bowl to his lips before sipping some broth. I smiled at him and walked back up to my room.

I stared at my closet again. "Lots of black. Tons and tons of black." I sighed a deep sigh. I picked out a little black dress. Simple. Sleeveless, straight neckline and stopped right under my lil bum. I chose some black strappy sandals to go with. Even though it was Fall time, it wasn't super cold yet so I figured I could manage for one night. "Crystal! Your bath water is ready!" My Father called out to me. "Shit, I forgot." I ran downstairs, said "thanks" to my Dad and got in the bath. It was so relaxing I could've fell asleep all over again. But I forced myself to stay awake.

-

I was in the bath for a little too long but thankfully I didn't get pruny. I wrapped a towel around myself and hurriedly ran upstairs to my room. I put on my dress, thank god it still fit, and then walked into my bathroom. I really wish I had a bath tub in my bathroom instead of a shower but I should be thankful if anything because my Father gave me the master bedroom. The master bathroom is also the nicest room in the house I feel.

I started doing my makeup. I usually don't wear anything other than a tinted moisturizer but since I'm going out I should prolly put in more effort. I decided to do a smokey black eyeliner look with a dash of red glitter in the inner corner of my eyes. I put on a matte, cherry red lipstick and finished by applying a subtle highlighter to highest points of my face. I never do much with my hair other than brush it in the mornings. So I figured maybe I could just spice it up a little by parting my hair to the side and curling the front. I brushed the curl out so it looked like a natural bend in my hair. Perfect. I applied my favourite perfume, Gucci's Bloom Acqua Di Fiori and walked out of my bathroom. I checked my phone and it was a few minutes to 9. I sat down on the edge of my bed and carefully put on my sandals. I checked how I looked in my over the door mirror, good, and walked downstairs. I seen my Father fell asleep on the couch and I just chuckled to myself and shook my head. I stepped outside and it wasn't the coldest but it wasn't the warmest either. It was fine except every now and then there was a cool breeze. Maybe if I wasn't half naked I'd be ok.

It wasn't until I sat down on the bus did I remember that there's a crazy guy on the loose. I texted Hyunjin to let him know that I was going out tonight and that he'd be the first to know if anything weird was going down.

-

I finally reached my stop. I quickly checked my phone before getting off the bus and it was a few minutes to 10. I slipped my phone into the secret pocket in the top of my dress and hurriedly walked to the club. I approached my friends who looked me up and down. "What?" "Uhh, Crystal? You look good." Rosie giggled and I swear I seen her blush. "Is your boyfriend coming?" "Huh?" "Your boyfriend. What's his name...oh! Yeonjun?" "Ohh...He's n-" I was cut off my the front door guy wanting to check out ID's. We stepped into the club and I was in awe. This was our first time going to this one and it was just so cool The decor, the vibe, the music. Everything about it was just awesome. We stood by the entrance and as I was scanning the room my eyes focused on him.

#txt #yeonjun #stray kids #skz #hyunjin #kpop #fanfic #smut #angst #fluff #obsidian #mine

[gyucore]

in the orb

pairing: trapped soul! beomgyu x reader

tags: fluff, angst if you squint, reincarnation au, supernatural au

word count: 1.8k+

warnings: implications of death, light swearing

— you were cleaning your grandmother's attic when you stumble upon an old glass orb that just happened to talk on its own

A cloud of dust scatters around the room after you drop the glass orb on a particularly dusty couch. You've lost it. You've definitely lost it. You're quick to cover your face with your sleeve, fighting back the urge to sneeze. The orb sits still on the couch as it should, a sheet of gray still masking its surface.

This was supposed to be an average weekend. Your grandmother had invited you to her house for some quality time together during your break, and you thought you'd offer to help her clean her mess of an attic, to which she was more than happy to accept. And right now, the sweet old lady was tending to her garden downstairs while you were up here, freaking out.

It's said that people often imagined hearing strange noises when frightened and alone. And you were in a dark and creepy attic at an old person's house. This could just be another case of the common I'm-so-lonely-I'm-starting-to-hear-voices scenario. It's simply wasn't possible for a dusty old orb to start talking when you pick it up. It's just not.

“Hello?” You call out, immediately finding yourself silly for even attempting to communicate with an inanimate object.

The dust in the room eventually settles, and yet still no response. “See, Y/N? You were just hearing things.” That conclusion seemed convincing enough. You felt the need to give yourself a good pat on the shoulder for going along with the sane route.

With that dilemma out of the way, your attention couldn't help but wander back to the large piles of junk occupying nearly every space in the vicinity. One could only hope for your grandmother to clean regularly. “Right, now back to work.”

“What work?”

“Oh, you know. Cleaning.” You answer its question from earlier.

You freeze, eyes wide, a chill running down your spine. There it was again. You weren't sure if you heard it right this time or was just hallucinating, but there was one way to find out.

Silence. You almost called it a day after considering that you were probably just tired and needed some rest.

Half a step outside the door and the voice spoke once more. “Are you still there?”

You pause, brows raised, and back still turned. Somehow, you didn't know if it was safe to face the big ball of dust just yet. “What do you mean? Of course I'm still here. This is my Grandma's house.”

Thank the heavens for modern technology and the invention of smartphones. Speaking of which, you fish for yours in the depths of your pants’ pockets. The voice recorder app should come in handy during times like this. You know, to confirm you're not crazy. With the app on, all you needed to do was have the orb talk again.

“Grandma? Oh! Then you're her grandchild?!”

“Uh, yeah?” The orb apparently knew your grandmother. Strangely enough, that was the least odd tidbit of information you obtained today.

“Her grandchild.. Wow, to think I'm finally meeting you! Or at least your voice?” The orb lets out a giggle and the more you heard it talk, the more human it sounded.

“Sorry, can you excuse me for a minute?”

Never in your life had you thought the day would come where you'd be excusing yourself from a conversation with some sort of decorative object but life has its ways. You were never a stranger to off days anyway.

“Oh, sure, uh, go ahead? I can wait.” The orb swiftly replies. For a second, you could swear something was moving from inside the orb after the light outside the window had hit a clear spot in the crystal.

Heavy footsteps echoed in the room as you dash downstairs, taking your phone out and bringing it closer to your ear, replaying the recording. Sure enough, the voice was caught in the audio loud and clear.

“Holy shit. I'm not crazy.” An exasperated sigh leaves you as you slump back on the wall in disbelief. For a moment, you considered running away and warning your grandma about the cursed object, but part of you was curious enough to disregard the warning signs, and possibly risk your life by going back up there and approaching the thing. You decided to go with the latter.

“Are you back?” The orb asks once you've gotten close enough for it to hear your footsteps.

“Yeah. Just had to do something real quick.”

“I see.”

You wait for the orb to continue but it doesn't. It continues to lie on the couch lifelessly as if it hadn't been speaking to you in the past few minutes.

“Um..” You clear your throat, hoping to get another response

“Oh!" The voice from the orb seemed startled after hearing you talk. “How are you're still there?”

You frown. “Why wouldn't I be?”

“Well for starters, a talking glass orb isn't quite the public friendly concept you'd think it'd be.” It answers. Only now have you noticed that the orb had a particularly low masculine voice. “People don't usually stick around long enough to find out why I can talk in the first place.”

You blink. “Fair point. Though, I don't see the need for you to ask over and over again when I already said I was back.”

The orb chuckles. “You'd be surprised how many times people have reassured me of their presence only to leave halfway. Plus, I can't really see you right now to actually know you're there.”

“You can't see me?”

“The dust.”

“OH.” Not knowing what came over you, you immediately lunged forward and started wiping the orb with one of the dust rags you had lying around. It didn't take long for the thing to clear up and look like its old glorious self again. “How about now?” You ask, inspecting the orb as you hold it up.

“Better.”

It takes everything in you to resist dropping the orb on the floor when a glowing face of a man appears from the inside, smiling brightly at you. “I think I'm gonna pass out.”

The man visibly panics, pressing his face closer to the glass. “Wait no! If you pass out now, I won't have anyone to talk to! I haven't spoken to a single person in decades!”

“But you mentioned my grandma earlier, I thought you—”

“She could never hear me, but I could see and hear her.” The man explains, his voice a little quieter than before.

You bring the orb down, still cupping it in your hands. “How is this possible? Are you a ghost or something? How did you get in there?”

“Wouldn't you like to find out?” He winks, resting his head on his hand. “Take a seat and place me down somewhere soft.”

This seemed ridiculous by all means, but you oblige. The couch should be soft enough, and so you place him down gently while you take a seat on the floor, making yourself comfortable. “You were saying?”

“I—” The man accidentally bumps his head onto the glass as he leans forward, chuckling as he rubs his head gently. “Ow. Sorry. I'm just so happy to finally have someone to talk to. You can't imagine how long it's been. How the world survived without a single soul hearing my heavenly voice for all those years is beyond me.” He cracks a joke and you couldn't help but laugh.

“It's okay.” You say, shifting in your spot. “Go ahead.”

The man nods, the smile slowly fading from his face. “My name is Choi Beomgyu. You can call me whatever you like. I had a friend once, and she was a witch. Oh— not the kind that you hear from stories, no. She was really nice and cared a lot about nature, her friends, and her family. That type of person, you know?”

You nod along, assuring him that you were listening, and he smiles again.

There's just something about his smile that just seemed so happy and endearing. Perhaps it had truly been so long.

“She was this ball of sunshine. And back then I was a pretty different guy. Our personalities might've clashed and we butted heads a few times but somehow we ended up becoming close friends.” A faint smile graces his lips before disappearing as quickly as it came. “But then I got involved with the wrong crowd.”

The statement piques your interest and you draw closer. Beomgyu notices this and tries to talk louder.

“Remember how I said she was a witch unlike the ones in the fairy tales? Well, there were also people who were exactly like those witches. The ones that used their knowledge and abilities for their own nefarious purposes.” Beomgyu continues, his hair slightly covering his face as he looked down. “Let's just say that I got myself in a situation where they ended up hunting me down for my soul.”

“What?”

He frowns. “My friend saw me being chased down the streets one night and helped. We both knew that even when together, we were too weak to go against all of them. They had us cornered in her home, and that's when we knew it was the end for us.”

Beomgyu's voice started to waver as he spoke and you were about to ask him if he was alright, and tell him that it was okay if he didn't continue but the look on his face when your eyes met was enough to tell you that he needed to do this. He must've wanted to talk about this matter for so long, you think.

“She.. pushed me towards her workroom, telling me that she'll keep me safe no matter what. I didn't know what she meant until she cast a spell on me and I passed out. The last thing I heard were her screams. I never found out what happened to her after that, and I can only assume the worst.” He shakes his head, trying to getting himself together in front of his new friend. “Next thing I knew, I was inside her old glass orb. I've been trapped in this thing for years with no escape. No one to talk to— forever regretting how I didn't stop her that time, and regretting getting in the way of those witches in the first place.”

His story nearly brings you to tears, and before you knew it, your hands were reaching out for the orb. “Beomgyu, I..”

“It's alright.” Beomgyu smiles. “In the end, the orb ended up in her younger sister's possessions.”

Your eyes widen. “You mean.. Grandma?”

“That's right.” Beomgyu chuckles. “Though she had never able to see or hear me, unlike you.”

“Oh. That's uh, too bad.” You smile awkwardly, releasing the orb. The two of you sit in silence for a while, both needing a little mental break after that.

Shortly, your attention was brought forth back onto the orb when you hear Beomgyu laugh. You find yourself chuckling along. “Entertained are we, Gyu?”

The laughter stops and his eyes shoot up at you. You hear him mumbling something incoherent before hesitating to speak. “No, no.” Beomgyu shakes his head. “It's just.. It's kinda funny. I'm trapped here repenting for my whole life because of what I've done to her, or thinking about what I could've done.. but you know what? To be completely honest, I was starting to forget what she even looked like. But looking at you now, and hearing your voice..”

The idea popped up in your head and you weren't sure if it was even possible to begin with. But then again, you were talking to a soul inside an orb.

“You were easily granted access to the true nature of the orb, and are the first person to have ever done that without running away.” He kids. “Could it be?”

“I wouldn't count on it.” You tell it to him straight, getting up from your spot on the floor and dusting off your jeans. You knew what he was implying and there was no way that you were even considering yourself to be your great aunt's reincarnation no matter how ridiculous the situation already was. “I'll get back to cleaning. Feel free to talk while I do that.” You tell him before rushing to the other side of the attic, avoiding his gaze as much as possible. You'll figure out what to do with him later.

Beomgyu watches you fondly. You had told him to not even count on the thought of you being the one he's been hoping for all these years but it was too late for that now. 

“Entertained are we, Gyu?” Her voice rings in his mind, and he shakes it off.

“How do you always manage to do such amazing things? I'd appreciate it if you'd stop stirring my heart.” Beomgyu's gaze rests upon your busy silhouette, and he smiles in content.

“It's nice meeting you again, Y/N.”

#txt #txt fic #txt imagines #txt x reader #txt fics #beomgyu imagines #beomgyu imagine #beomgyu fic #beomgyu scenarios #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu fluff #beomgyu angst #txt au #txt reincarnation au

[zu-is-here]

HI ZU! oh I didn't end up doing the chores on the end, but I did go shopping! We bought so much pasta sauce it's not even funny XD

Yeah I'm going full lineless! I just didn't wanna draw the line work, all those skull.... Nope! So lineless it is, gonna take a short break though, got other things I need to work on.

Yeah I'm trying to get better about fears.

Oh you didn't? It's about vow or Never killer and his feelings about cross getting transferred! Some mild Kross angst, you must read!

Yay! Maybe I could tell you more today? If you wanted to dm me about it when you're free? That's up to you though. <3

Today it was raining as well! It was on and off alllll day! And right in my juice too.

You know, I have a hugeeeee fan in my room, it's heaven when things do get hot here! It used to be in the living room, but it's mine now!

I'm glad the Allergys have been better!

Oooooooo! Over 100!!? Dammmm mmmm good luck! You are almost there! We believe!

OH! I don't think I've seen this!! I need to look for the art! That was yesterday right?

Today I'm good! I met up with a friend and we had dinner together! It was really fun! We also got smoothies and cake and walked around town. We went to a charity shop and I scored a new toy for the collection, 5 pound for a brand new, but I got it for 50p! Score!

You ever had any good secondhand shop finds?

We also came up with a dark cream headcannon with my twins and it's still making me laugh XD my friend is the best and they make me wanna draw my babys again! Toooooo busy.

I also find myself really interested in lust X nightmare for some reason? Like my brain randomly becomes really into ships.

And also L20 cross x dream because.... The sfw art is really cute! And I wondered what celest and luna would look like in that universe!

How are you today Zu? How's your weekend going?

Hi Gayfish! <3 Oh my god— it's never too much pasta sauce nyeh heh heh XD

I'm sure it looks amazing! No need to rush╰(*´︶`*)╯ I'm looking forward to your other works as well, keep up the great work! *^*

Hoo boi— some good kross angst, you say? Gotta read soon (*ﾟ∀ﾟ*)

Yesss that would be great, thanks! <3 Oki ☆

Oh no XD Was it still warm outside today? *^* You are really lucky with a huge fan in your room!

Again, thank you so much for your support, I do appreciate it a lot ♡

Yep, the only post I had time for yesterday xp Worth it! ☆

Oh wow!! I'm really glad to hear you're having a good time (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

I remember buying sneakers for $4.99 instead of $74.99 cause someone took different sizes but the remaining ones fit really well?? :D

More cool headcanons! (*'▽'*) Lust x Nightmare hmm,,, sounds interesting~ LV20!Cross x Dream is really sweet!! yet kinda sad ;3;

Busy but determined, thanks! <3 4 days left so I can't think of anything but my diploma,,, but when I'm done, I'm gonna sleep and draw and stream— also walking outside since the weather's great *^*

UPD:

As they say, the nature doesn't have a bad weather <3 Hope so too! *^*

Thanks! A mini victory indeed (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

It does! That's just something new for me yet really potential *^* We can have passive!Nightmare here as well btw ;) Lust x Dance ohhh! Reminds me of one small and sad comic with a happy ending <3

So wholesome (´；ω；`) I do like LV20!Cross concept, initially it was so potential, with Cross being guilty and longing for forgiveness from the monster he always loved (and who still loves him) until they began to use it differently but nevertheless, that idyll they reached warms my soul <3

*hugs* Thank you so much ♡ After all, I still have loads of things to draw, and I will heheh! (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)☆

OH. ★ It does make more sense now! (´；ω；`) They both became this way not of their own will, they were misunderstood and judged (both in AUs and in the fandom), and even if they can't clean their reputations, they can understand each other... Great ♡

For real (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀) Hope they'll get to his soul after they have enough with his body, heh <3

#updated #ask #zu is happy

[luvdsc]

omg cat!! our birthday this year is a palindrome hehe :D 22022022

i've been doing better! i had a pretty bad fever and cold early on but now it's just reduced to a mild cold and cough which is easier to handle :') i'm still in quarantine though </3 ngl i think i'm gonna miss being in isolation, i really needed that alone time :(

and yes!! premed sucks :/ i'm still in junior college though (about to graduate the eleventh grade once my finals get over in feb) but it's pretty hectic LMAO that sounds so fun though, i wish i could meet up with my friends too ;-;

sleeping is my go-to whenever i need a break, i've basically given up atp LMAOO my life consists of studying, writing, sleeping and eating </3 and no omg take a break from work if you need to!! don't let coding kick your ass, show em who's boss <33

which was your favourite subject(s) when you were in high school? mine are bio, english and math... pretty weird combo but it works ig LOL for me bio is that one subject that i consider my comfort subject? did that make sense? ;-; like if i need a break from studying the more hardcore subjects like phy, chem or math i always go to bio and it feels like i'm studying with my friend even though i'm...all alone in my room BDJJBJDB did you ever have a subject that made you feel that way?

aaaa oh my gosh, that's so cool, lovebug !!!! :o and it's on a tuesday, so it goes even better with the 2's ✨

i'm so glad to hear that you're doing better !! omg i hope your mild cold and cough are both gone by now ): please make sure to drink lots of fluids and get lots of rest !!!! 💛 how long will you be quarantining for? oof yeah, i feel that, sweetpea, i got to really have my own alone time when i went to nyc and did whatever i want for a week, and it was just so relaxing and freeing, and i miss that 🤧

alskdhflashdfk 11th grade oh my gosh you're so young - i don't even want to think about how many years it's been since i stepped foot in my old high school 😭 i wish you the best of luck on your finals, sweetpea !!!! and omg does this mean prom is coming up? will you be asking anyone? have you picked out a dress? 💘 and same, i wish i was able to see my friends more often too ):

alkshfakljs SAME i love the weekends when i don't have to work because i just sleep in all day and wake up whenever i want to 🤩🤩 unfortunately, there are deadlines coming up fast so everyone has been working late and doing OT in order to meet them 😭 but i just need to get to mid march and things should slow down !!!! fingers crossed !! 💓

omg so the big three: science, eng, and math are your faves :o yeah, it makes perfect sense, honey bee !! i'm really happy for you that you were able to find a subject that you genuinely enjoy and look forward to. do you think you'll double major or minor in biology if you do a premed major in college? 💞 my favorite subjects were ap poetry, psychology, and art !!! 💕 art was my comfort subject, and i could spend hours painting or drawing and it always makes me so happy, even now i'm so happy whenever i paint or create art 💜

#asks #jensrose