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#i can't with jesse man lol
linusbenjamin · 1 year
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jesse “uwu” pinkman.
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gregoftom · 11 months
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good fucking food
#tomgreg#OH GOD OH FUCK#greg has agreed to do whatever tom has asked every time and this is the first time he's been like#no actually i'm gonna go to the bros myself despite the fact that tom told him not to#and tom's already taken the hit of nate being invited to the party which is still a sore spot#bc it was supposed to be his and sh*v's party just like it was supposed to be his and sh*vs wedding yet nate is there. again.#so he's like. ok greg let's strategise [i find strategy sexy] make me feel secure with you#and when greg does in fact not do that... oh man. tom's face he's noooot happy about it!!!#his voice goes all high pitched and he does an expression actually similar to sh*v lol#like FINE WHATEVER I DONT CARE DO WHAT YOU WANT [narrator voice: he did in fact care a lot]#but then he touches greg's back!!!!! aaargahrga! tom you are so transparent!!!! he's so very clearly attached to both sh*v and greg#like atp i don't care. he feels similarly to greg as he does to sh*v i've seen enough evidence this season to prove that to me#as in. feelings. romantically. when they hurt him he still loves them and is gentle with them until he can't take it any more.#i don't know when we'll see what happens with greg maybe next episode GOD#if the firing thing does happen which i don't want!!!! god!!!!! maybe THEN we'll see it#maybe an argument somewhat like his and sh*v's tho obviously not to the scale but like. WHO HAS HAD YOUR BACK THIS WHOLE TIME#WHO HAS EVER LOOKED AFTER YOU IN THIS FUCKING FAMILY#god. i need to seeee that. don't just leave it hangin jesse i'm begging you bestie#but like he is soooo bpd it is actually insane. i shake his hand#also ''team kenro'' probably wasn't grea tfor him to hear adksjds#WDYM TEAM KENRO DONT YOU MEAN TEAM NERSPOR >:(((
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chaotictomtom · 1 year
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that thing about rotating your blorbos inside your head i did that literally but during a nightmare last night jesse got EVEN MORE tormented that guy truly cannot get some rest even in my sick dude's head...........wtf.... anyway fun guy to draw will keep doing that forever i think
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gottagobuycheese · 1 year
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WIP Game
Tagged into the accountability relay race by @theaggresivepacifist — thanks a mil! Also please know that I am making the biggest bug eyes at your previews 
Rules: In a new post, show the last line snippet(s) you wrote and tag as many people as there are words as you want geez I’d never be able to tag that many people
Well, I haven’t written anything consistent in a while, and the most recent thing is still secret unfortunately, BUT I do have a couple things to share that will hopefully at some point make it out into the world beyond my drafts:
Snippet #1 a.k.a. You Want To Watch Nobody Knows, You Want To Watch Nobody Knows Soooooo Bad
Each knock on the door made her heart spasm against her sternum, faster and faster until the nauseating tide of dread in her chest threatened to choke her.
There was an officer outside her door. She was sure of it. Things had been too good for her lately, so it was only a matter of time before the universe had to course-correct. So-yeon only ever brought misfortune upon the people she loved, after all.
She stumbled toward the door in a daze.
This was it. This was the end. This officer was going to tell her — they were going to tell her —
She opened the door.
Snippet #2 a.k.a. The Jung Sibling Cinematic Universe ft. Han Sooyoung’s Confessional Booth
“Sorry,” she says, after nothing happens for another minute, “where did I leave off?” 
“You were walking from Chungmuro and chatting about things.” There’s an odd catch in Sooyoung’s voice when she mentions the station, but Heewon doesn’t dwell on it. She’s too busy staring at the boy in the bed, who would be staring right back at her if only he would open his eyes. 
“Siblings,” she says quietly, staring at Kim Dokja’s sleeping face. “We were talking about siblings.”
Snippet #3 a.k.a. YOU WANT TO READ ORV, YOU WANT TO READ ORV SOOOOOO BAD
In the back of his mind, a conversation he’d had with her years ago plays in a loop, about rereading and finding something new. That the story you read the first time isn’t the only story there is. He looks at his mother now, at her hand holding his arm, feels the uneven tremble of her fingers as they try to decide between holding on and letting go, and notices, for the first time, that the thought at the front of his mind isn’t all the ways she had hurt him. 
It dawns on him slowly, then all at once. 
Maybe that’s what this feeling is.  He wonders if it’s been there since before he’d woken up. 
“Eomma,” he says, the rusty syllables clunky on his tongue, “why don’t you come back inside?” 
It’s been so long since I’ve gotten to look at my dashboard or even be online consistently on any platform, so I don’t know who is still actively writing right now, THEREFORE I apologise and please feel free to just consider this a friendly no-pressure hello. Of course, if you are working on something you are allowed to share, I would love to see it! @imperiousphasmid​, @fremulon​, @darkpurpledawn​, @diminished-fish, @internetkatze, @directorofthefalselastact​, @demonlikejudgeoffire
And if I didn’t tag you but you want to join in on the sharing please do! Tag me so I can see it! Wait for no one! 2023 is the year of grabbing your desires by the horns and making them happen without waiting for permission!!
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allofthebees · 2 years
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Ngl the three headed ghast boss fight in mcsm goes pretty fucking hard. It legit makes me think of Shepard going 1v1 against a reaper I'm serious
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totheblood · 1 year
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jealous!ellie headcanons
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a/n: these are modern headcanons sooooo... and this isn't jealous gf ellie, this is pining loser lesbian ellie... lol also super inspired by the talented @rxllingstones and @whore-era after reading their amazing fics tonight... pls go read them.. and for u fiends... there is ai audios at the bottom... more uploaded on sc bc tumblr hates me
ellie is incredibly hard to read
or at least that's what she tells herself
it's almost written all over her face how much she hates the people you date when she's in a five-foot radius of them
she tells herself she doesn't care (she's lying) but she can't ignore how her grip tightens when she sees you lip-locking some loser you met at a party
but she always finds herself at your side, pulling you away from them and back into the corner with her
"hey there, pretty girl. having fun?"
"i was until you cock-blocked me."
"there wasn't much to block... i heard his dick's small."
but the curse of having feelings for you was that you were always dating someone
it always comes up when the group goes out to dinner and the topic of who you're dating comes up
like it does every week...
"i actually really like him for you" dina shares, a genuine smile on her face
"yeah, dude's cool" jesse agrees, slinging his arm around dina in the booth
and then all the attention is on ellie as you stare at her with your wide eyes waiting for her approval
"what? you know you're not going to like what i have to say." she says taking a sip of her dr. pepper
yes ellie drinks dr. pepper
"cause you hate everyone i date!" you reply, your bottom lip jutting out in a pout
it was clear you were slightly tipsy but your face still made ellie smile
"yeah, cause you only date fucking losers." she would say smile on her face but anger blooming inside
ellie tries to be mature but she can't help herself
what makes it worse is that you really do date literally everyone except for her
so she doesn't really make an effort to be nice to the people you introduce her to
one time the same guy came around twice and all ellie could say was "oh it's this fucking guy again! hey man, glad to see you made it to a second date."
you scolded her after
but in her defense, you really are with someone new each week
until it's been three weeks and you're still dating the same girl
and ellie is a fucking mess
you started inviting her out to group hang outs and smoke sessions so ellie just stops showing up
she doesn't like the way it feels when her stomach flips upside down at the sight of you sitting on her lap, a beer in your hands
so she decides to opt-out, get high alone and avoid seeing you as much as possible
but it's short lived because your drunk ass is banging on her door
"ellie, let me in!" you yell over the tv playing from inside her dorm room. "i hear you watching shark tank!"
reluctantly, she gets up and opens the door for you
"can i help you?"
"yeah you can fucking help me. you can help me by telling me why you've been MIA for the last few parties. i miss you." you don't miss a beat and are already storming past her and sitting on her unmade bed
"you miss me? does arcadia know about that? you missing me?"
"is this seriously about you not liking another partner of mine? seriously ellie? grow up. you're supposed to be my friend and support me but you have done any of that?" it was obvious you had been hanging onto that for a while
she'd laugh but upon seeing your stone cold face her anger would rise
"oh, you're fucking serious. are you really that blind? you really think i want to be your fucking friend? i mean, my god i couldn't have made it clearer for you. i like you! like actually like you, like i want it to be my lap that you sit in. not hers. every person you have ever dated i have wished was me! but nooo, you just don't seem to notice."
she doesn't even realize it but she's shaking
she's actually just confessed her three year crush on you without even thinking about it
"ellie..." you begin, a worried look all over your face
"no, i don't really have it in me to get rejected by you tonight so please just go." she cuts you off, unable to meet your eyes
but then you're there next to her holding her shaking hand
"i'm not rejecting you, ellie." you whisper
"you're not? what about your little girlfriend."
"this might be absolutely toxic of me to say but... she's not you." you giggle
"you're absolutely right it's fucking toxic to say that…. but it's also EXTREMELY fucking hot."
ai audios:
extra ai audios:
there wasn't much to block..
oh, it's this fucking guy again!
oh you miss me?
you're not? what about your little girlfriend
you're right it's toxic to say that...
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enviedear · 4 months
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Hii I’m loving your Billy the kid works, almost no one is writing him 🙄 as much as I’m sadly enjoying this corio, you’re so real for saying Billy would be a gentleman
That’s why I’m requesting like a first date sort of thing, Billy had his eyes on you since the first day you come to town, you’re not really known for anything but a business man’s daughter, everyday you go on your usual paper run and any other necessities your father or mother may ask for and Billy can’t stop thinking about you, he might follow you into the store maybe sometimes help you get something off the high shelf you need etc.
I try and be specific or just help - it’s sort of a weird start up for you to use if you would like but i would really appreciate the main idea of ‘first date gentleman’ I appreciate you looking over this request xx
first date with billy bonney...
same bestie, coriolanus is fine but billy does it better… lmao. but i love this idea sm! i did it as hc's though just because i thought i’d be more cohesive lol, i hope you like it!
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— the first time billy sees you stroll into town, dressed nice and smile sweet, he'd be completely taken. he'd waste no time asking around about you.
"her? that's the new businessman's daughter. pretty as she is, she's spoiled rotten." jesse would tell him, apt to 'warn' his friend of you. but billy doesn't pay any of his slander mind, continuing to let his eyes follow you until you're out of sight.
— the first time he ends up speaking to you he feels drunk. he's trying his best to sound confident and not like a nervous schoolboy. he tells you you're beautiful four separate times in the conversation and forgets his entire objective—asking you out. he can't even beat himself up about it much though, because your lips gave his reddened cheek a sweet peck as you said goodbye.
"it was so nice to meet you, billy bonney." you say, inclining on your toes to give him a gentle kiss on the cheek. pulling away, you smile, "i'll see you around." billy has a pleasantly shocked look on his face, "goodbye, darlin'."
— after the first meeting, he's riding into town much more frequently. he likes having an excuse to run into you, another chance to make his intentions known to you.
— he'll escort you into the general store if you're alone. helping you grab the tin cans you can't reach from the tall shelves, carrying the goods you bought all the way back to your home.
— it's his third time doing it for you when he finally caves into the incessant barking in his head to, 'have you', he's confessing how much he loves you on your front porch. he doesn't stutter once when he's speaking, eyes completely focused in on you.
"you're real sweet, darling— i'd love to spend time with you. maybe take you out ridin', hell, whatever you want so long as i get to be there." you'd be fighting a lovesick smile throughout his whole speech.
— when he finally keeps quiet long enough for you to respond, you give him a ditzy grin before shaking your head yes. his eyes would light up, fingers interlocking your own, and he'd let out a hum of approval.
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kairiscorner · 8 months
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teaching miguel internet slangs and kaomojis since he lives in the year 2099 they definitely dont use stuffs like “LOL” or “LMFAO”
OOOOOO yes. i feel like those words would be like old english to them idk 😭😭😭
(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)
helping him keep up with the times. – miguel o'hara x reader
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you received a text from miguel, asking you where you were. you simply answered him, but with a little bit of necessary cuteness to your message; you couldn't send your text without a cute little kaomoji to express your emotions at the time, it was imperative you'd send one, and it should be cute, as cute as you!
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you couldn't help but chuckle at how funny this interaction between you two seemed, he didn't understand the slang in your time and was constantly clueless when you used it around him. hell, even jess and peter b understood better than this man; he was helpless in this department, and you know you shouldn't, but poking fun at him for not understanding or doing research on the slang of your time was your way of having fun.
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you couldn't believe him right now, 'ok' was all he could say? for shame. you texted him back immediately, your thumbs going a mile a minute as you told him you're showing him literally the cutest fucking thing in existence, to reply a mere 'ok' is a crime.
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"he can't be serious right now," you muttered to yourself in both exasperation and in between fits of laughter seeing him be so clueless, does he seriously think that kaomoji is a creature called 'idek'? wow... okay...
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you smiled at the kaomoji he sent, it truly was adorable, that must've been why he sent it to you. you decided to return the favor and send him a kaomoji that reminded you of him, and you decided it would have to be as cree– you mean, as cool as him.
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you were certain he was going to ask you what 'fr' meant, but at least he's trying to understand. it was cute seeing him fumble and be confused over the slang and kaomojis you and the rest of the spider society used when texting, but it warmed your heart knowing he (though reluctantly) agreed to use them for you.
tags !! @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @fiannee @luvstarrstruck @popeheywardssecretgf @meeom @arachnoia @melovetitties @ophanimgold
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j-likes-to-draw · 3 months
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Okay, just hear me out xD I did that pic with Casey all wrapped up in waist belt, right? It was supposed to be just a little gift for my twitter bestie because, well, we just wanted to see Casey in a fucking waist belt, alright. The man is fucking GORGEOUS, can you blame us for being a little thirsty over him ? So we laghed and all and moved on. BUT THEN our little twitter brainrot expanded on that Alan-Director AU and I couldn't handle it anymore lol. So I changed that original picture and made this one. A little context for ya'll.
While Jesse is bonded with Polaris, a Light entity so to speak, Alan is bonded with Scratch, the Dark horrible bloodthirsty entity. You can imagine the implications. Casey being Head of Security and Alan's personal bodyguard, his little obedient hell hould. Casey's willing to leave, because he's so fucking done with all this, but Alan refuses to let him go because Casey is so bright, one of the very few rays of light in this god forsaken House. Scratch is also obssed with Alex, he wants to devour this man, make him theirs and only theirs. SO. Here I drew Alex returning from a mission, all disheveled, drenched in blood and out of breath. He got cornered by Alan because "You are so beautiful when you are covered in blood" (quote from Dakira's fic). Seeing Casey all covered in blood does things to him (or Scratch. Or both). He can't help but admire the view(me too, tbh). That's it.
As a side note ALAN IN GLASSES, folks. Alan in glasses. (͡o‿O͡)
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heavyhitterheaux · 5 months
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Issa Party
First Lady of Private Garden Instagram AU
Requested by: my boo @hoodharlow 💕
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y/ninsta: hi :)
saweetie: long time, no see. where you been at bitch?! jessicakelce: I second that because your ass just disappeared off the face of the earth traviskelce: jess? you literally saw her less than twenty four hours ago jessicakelce: well it feels like longer! urbanwyatt: she got them apple bottom jeans! quiiso: boots with the fur! yungskylark: the whole club was looking at herrrrr! y/ninsta: I've been around lol normani: jackharlow didn't get you pregnant again yet? jackharlow: normani working on it y/ninsta: normani I think absolutely the fuck NOT blancahood: oohh yellow is your color mamas 😍 saweetie: snapback game goes CRAZY theestallion: triplets WHERE?! jackandy/naremyparents: the queen has graced us with her presence urbandjack25: I could just eat her UP jackharlow: urbandjack25 YOU GET ME y/ninsta: lmaooooo 😭
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y/ninsta: now I know yall have heard about magic city, but what about latto city?
jackharlow: sooo you giving out lap dances or nah? y/ninsta: jackharlow for you and only you. got something real special too 😜 dualipa: y/ninsta what about me? pretty please with a cherry on top? jackandy/nupdates: oh lord here we go jackharlow: dualipa you are literally the pest that doesn't go away and y/ninsta does it involve clothes?
y/ninsta: jackharlow of course it doesn't, don't ask silly questions!
saweetie: lemme get a couple of stacks to throw at you sza: me too, I support this vision druski2funny: latto city sound like you have a fish fry going on in the back for customers lilnasx: druski2funny your dusty ass would say something like that urbanwyatt: fry mine extra hard please! softtcurse: and don't forget the hot sauce! normani: but we know that's too spicy for jackharlow cozane: my man probably thinks ketchup is spicy jackharlow: now why the hell do yall always come for me on this damn app and I can literally never be at peace? dualipa: jackharlow you brought it on yourself y/ninsta: druski2funny I got fish plate dinners, chicken plate dinners, you name it and I probably got it blancahood: I always forget how good she can cook jaysontatum: imma have to slide down there so I can get a plate y/ninsta: jayson! I didn't forget what you did! jaysontatum: I thought all was forgiven?! I gave him back! jackharlow: not them fighting over me like I'm a piece of meat y/ninsta: jackharlow but you so cute bae, I can't help it 😍 claybornharlow: y/ninsta I mean he's okay...... jackharlow: claybornharlow don't you muthafuckin start claybornharlow: jackharlow 😉 jackharlow: y/ninsta I'll make sure to leave enough room for dessert y/ninsta: jackharlow I didn't make any? jackharlow: y/ninsta I know you didn't y/ninsta: jackharlow smush, I don't get it lilnasx: y/ninsta YOU ARE THE DESSERT MA'AM y/ninsta: lilnasx oh that makes sense lol
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y/ninsta: late night runs and spending time with my favorite person in the entire world is absolutely priceless 🥹💕
Likeeee this man is EVERYTHING to me
jackharlow: 🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈 y/ninsta: jackharlow stop acting like I don't tell you this every day lmao jackharlow: y/ninsta but I never get tired of hearing it saweetie: here they mushy asses go blancahood: I love yall, but yall make me sick at the same time lmao jessicakelce: blancahood I see no lies lol urbanwyatt: I literally called it when we were younger that they would be married yungskylark: jackharlow would be lowkey drooling while staring at y/ninsta jackharlow: yungskylark I WOULD NOT! quiiso: and spoil the hell out of her and wonder why her ass acts the way she does now lol jackandy/naremyparents: these two make my heart flutter, true love really does exist y/ninsta: jackandy/naremyparents ehhh I tolerate him jackharlow: y/ninsta oh? so you were just tolerating me earlier as I rearranged your guts and had you damn near ready to scream the safe word? do I have that correct? saweetie: OH druski2funny: what's the safe word?!?! theestallion: yall some nasty ass muthafuckas sza: theestallion??? please shut the hell up because I KNOW your ass isn't talking about someone being nasty lmao lilnasx: hold on, where are yall kids?!?! jackharlow: lilnasx they're around here somewhere lmao y/ninsta: jackharlow lmaooo they gave you a run for your money today jackharlow: y/ninsta nah I only got 2 now, autumn belongs to you and only you y/ninsta: she wasn't even that bad! jackharlow: y/ninsta speak for yourself. I don't even drink anymore, but that child had me wanting to take all the shots in the world y/ninsta: 😭😭😭😭
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y/ninsta: I told Saweetie, "get the balloons, we gone throw her a surprise" 😜
jackharlow: imma need you to bring your ass here NEOW druski2funny: aye! run me my wing stop discount! urbanwyatt: druski2funny bruh... the latto meal is only 20 something dollars lilnasx: druski2funny if you broke just say that smh y/ninsta: druski2funny not you asking me for another discount over top of the one I just gave you and jackharlow BEHAVE jackharlow: y/ninsta how can I behave when my wife looks like this? EXPLAIN y/ninsta: jackharlow lmaoooo you are a hot ass mess claybornharlow: produced by little baby 🥰 y/ninsta: claybornharlow nothing but magic happens when those Harlow's hit the studio jackharlow: y/ninsta I'm just tryna hit your guts, but I get it y/ninsta: JACKMAN, PLEASE quiiso: I swear you cannot take his ass anywhere when it comes to her jackharlow: y/ninsta what? what I say? blancahood: jackharlow and this is why you have three children jackharlow: blancahood I dropped them off at my parent's house so they're their problem maggieharlow: jackharlow and I will make you come and get them normani: oh lord smh jackharlow: maggieharlow next week? lilnasx: lmaoooo not him saying next week y/ninsta: jackharlow what am I going to do with you?! jackharlow: y/ninsta nothing because you're stuck with me 🥰
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y/ninsta: the face your husband makes when he had asked you if you wanted Starbucks and you said no, but now twenty minutes later you want some and are trying to steal his lmao he is so sick of me 😭😭
blancahood: he had better given you some of his too otherwise I'm sending panchito jackharlow: blancahood why the fuck are you so got damn violent? of course I shared it with her because SHE GAVE ME NO CHOICE. she was literally perched in my lap until I gave her some. traviskelce: jackharlow happy wife, happy life. just smile and nod and swipe your credit card jessicakelce: traviskelce ooh I taught you well, babe! blancahood: jackharlow me and panchito stay ready for when you step a toe outta line urbanwyatt: lmaoooo and y/ninsta kept eyeing jackharlow's drink until finally she was like 'babe, can I have some?' and jack of course was like 'now didn't I just ask your spoiled ass if you wanted one?' 😭😭 saweetie: urbanwyatt lmaoooo sounds just like them jackharlow: AND SHE DRANK 75% OF IT AND IS GOING TO LOOK AT ME LIKE I'M CRAZY TALKING ABOUT BABY WHY DID YOU DRINK IT ALL FROM ME? sza: and at that point, jackharlow chose violence lmaoooo y/ninsta: jackharlow I love you smushhhhhh jackharlow: y/ninsta you about to buy me another one when we land y/ninsta: jackharlow or you can face fuck me, your choice yungskylark: every day we stray further and further away from our savior smh jackharlow: y/ninsta OH, well don't mind if I do 😏😏😏😏 jessicakelce: just nasty as all hell smh urbanwyatt: pregnancy announcement in 3...2....1.... y/ninsta: URBAN HENRY DON'T YOU DARE WISH THAT UPON ME urbanwyatt: y/ninsta it is literally only a matter of time lmao druski2funny: I give her 24 hours y/ninsta: druski2funny and that's why your ass can't even afford my meal at wing stop smh druski2funny: y/ninsta I got your baby daddy to pay for it 🥰 y/ninsta: druski2funny 🙄🙄🙄
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where you lead i will follow , mat barzal
note, hello! here is it! my summer 2023 fic exchange! thank you to @wyattjohnston for putting together another amazing exchange! you are so slay! this fic is for @prettytoxicrevolver! i hope this is as slay as you hoped for and i hope you enjoy! so, i love gilmore girls too, and have a fic inspired by luke and lorelai coming soon, so i instead went with jess and rory because i am a jess girl. if you aren't, argue to a wall cause i don't care. this is loosely based on their relationship, this isn't them. just wanted to clarify. another note, sorry there are a lot of time jumps just cause i'm lazy, but i promise this is still very slay. pair, mat barzal x reader summary, mat barzal is new to town, sort of. a town he didn't want to be in. after not so good press towards the end of the season in new york, during the off-season, the team decides to send him to ivory lake, a small town where his uncle lives, just until everything dies down. the first night he's there, his uncle forces him to go dinner at his not-girlfriend's house. there, he meet's her daughter, and he realizes he has more in common with her than he thinks. warnings, none :) word count, 5175 words (this is longer than i expected lol)
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As soon as Mat stepped out of the taxi, he knew he would rather be anywhere else, "Mat." His uncle Milo greeted him stiffly as he stepped off the bus.
"Milo." Mat greeted, a flat expression on his face.
"You can call me Uncle Milo, you know." Milo attempted.
"Right." Mat nodded, making his way to the back of the taxi and grabbing all his bags.
"Well, let's get you home." Milo capped his hands and grabbed one of Mat's bags and leading him towards his apartment. Milo set Mat's bags down in the room he had designated as Mat's, "All right, well you get unpacked. My friend Lauren invited us over for dinner tonight."
"And you're telling me why?"
Milo sighed, "Because you're coming along, and you can't say no." Mat sighed, "Oh, and by the way, no one knows who you are here."
"They don't?" Mat asked.
"I don't think anyone in Ivory watches hockey." Milo chuckled, "Anyways, your secret is safe with me." Milo reassured him, then walked down the hall, leaving Mat alone in his new room in a town he didn't know anything about full of people who had no idea who he was or why he was there.
-
Milo and Mat stood on the Y/L/N doorstep. Milo looked over at Mat, and reached over, fixing his hair, "What the hell, man?" Mat snapped, swatting his hands away.
"Did you even brush your hair?"
"I did, actually."
They both turned to the door when it swung open. Your mom, Lauren, greeted them both with a warm smile, "You must be Mat." Your mom smiled.
"Mat I am." He nodded.
"Huh, he's funny too." Lauren nodded, raising a brow, "Well, come in. Dinner's almost ready." She stepped aside so they could enter.
Mat walked into your small apartment, his eyes going around every corner and looking at every photo on the wall. It was all of you and your mom, most when you were younger but there were a couple that were newer because you both looked a little older.
"Y/N, our guests are here." Your mom hollered down the hallway. You came down the hallway, fixing your necklace.
You smiled, "You must be Mat."
"Yeah." He nodded, moving behind you to get a better look at the racks of CDs you had. You frowned, "These yours?"
"Yeah." You nodded, mirroring his previous actions.
"Wow, The Cranberries and The Jonas Brothers." He nodded, picking up the two very different CDs.
"It's called taste." You grabbed them and set them back in their spots.
"Nah, I'm not judging. I like a girl who can do both." He smirked, picking up another CD and reading the back.
"You listen to music much?" You asked, crossing your arms.
"A little." He shrugged.
"You can borrow that." You told him.
"I'm good." He shrugged.
"Hey, you two, dinner's ready." Your mom popped her head out of the kitchen and into the living room where you two were.
-
A couple days later, Mat was getting accustomed to life in wherever he was. He didn't know what it was called and he didn't care to know. He had picked up a small cup of ice cream and was walking down the street, heading back to Milo's apartment when he saw you leaving the music store.
You looked up as he approached you," Hey, Mat." You smiled, "How are you liking it here in Ivory?"
"It's small."
"Small."
"Much smaller than where I'm from." He admitted.
"Right." You nodded, narrowing your eyes before clearing your throat, "I should get going. I'll see you around though."
"Wait, I have something for you." He pulled out the CD he had been eying a few days ago.
"Oh, wow, you didn't have to buy it, I offered it to you."
"I know. This is your's." You were stunned.
"Right." You nodded, taking it back from him.
"See you around, Y/N."
"Yeah." You stood in your spot, stunned.
-
A few days later, all you could think about was Mat. The interaction a few days ago, albeit short, was still on your mind. You were... confused to say the least. He was cold the first time you met, but the second time, things felt different.
"...Now, I don't know if you have anything going on two weeks from Friday, but I sort of signed us up for a dance class." Your mom told you, snapping you out of your daze.
"Dance class?" You asked.
"Yeah."
"Why did you sign us up for a dance class? You can barely tell your right from your left and have awful hand/eye coordination."
"I don't know, I wasn't thinking." Your mom explained, "I panicked. There are a few other ladies at work doing it, so I decided why not?"
"You are insane. When you're sweating and panting, I'll laugh." You leaned back in your seat, shaking your head. The bells above the diner jingled, and you looked up, curious when you heard the diner quiet down.
Living in a small town, everyone knew everyone. It was quite the cliche. So, when news went around that Mat was in town, everyone knew and everyone started gossiping. What did he do that was so bad he had to be sent away? Why was he here?
Mat looked around the diner, taking a deep breath as everyone looked at him like he was a caged animal, "Hey, why don't we tone it down a notch, guys?" Your mom called out, but no one listened to her and continued staring.
"Hey, quit it!" You shouted, and that seemed to snap everyone out of their daze and they all went back to what they were doing. Mat shot you both an appreciative look before going to the counter to order.
As he was leaving, he stopped by your table, "Hey, thanks for that."
"It's no problem." Your mom shrugged it off, "Next time you see creeps look at us, just shout at them for us, then we'll be even." She winked.
Mat nodded with a smile, the first you'd seen from him, "Cool." He nodded, "I'll see you around. Gotta get this back to Milo." He held up his bag of food.
"Oh, yeah. He gets cranky."
"So, I've heard." Mat chuckled, before smiling and giving you a fake salute before walking out the door.
-
"Y/N, there's someone here for you." Your mom hollered down the hallway.
"Who is it?" You asked.
"You'll just have to see." She winked, making her way down the hallway to her own room and shutting the door.
Your brows furrowed together as you made your way down the hallway to the front door where Mat was waiting in the doorway, "Mat? What're you doing here? Is there a CD you wanna borrow or something?"
"No," He chuckled, "I wanted to apologize. For my behavior the first time we met." You were stunned at his apology and the fact that he even was apologizing.
"Oh..." You didn't know what to say, "Well, thank you. I accept your apology. I get it. If I were new in a small town and were forced to meet new people, I'd probably react the same way."
"That still doesn't excuse my behavior." You raised a brow at the way he was speaking.
"Are you okay? Did you, like, go to school with the prince or something? Why are you talking so properly?" You laughed.
"Media training."
"Media training? Are you a promise?" Your eyes widened.
He laughed, "No. I play a little hockey in New York."
"Wow, a real city boy." You teased, "You any good?"
"A little." Mat smiled with a nod. You hummed, smiling, "So, look, there isn't much to do around here, so I was wondering if you wanted to go to the music store with me." He offered.
You were shocked, "Yeah, sure." You nodded.
"Cool." He nodded, trying to play it cool, "Are you free tomorrow?"
"Yeah."
"Cool." He nodded again, "How does 1 sound?"
"Sounds good." You nodded.
-
The next day, you were ready way before 1 o'clock, and at exactly 1 o'clock on the dot, there was a knock on your door and you knew immediately who it was.
You jumped off the couch, smoothing down your pants, before making your way over and opening the door, "Hey." You smiled.
"Hey, you ready?" He asked, his hands shoved into his pockets. On the outside, he looked cool and carefree but on the inside, he was so nervous and could feel the nervous sweat going down his back.
"Yeah." You grabbed your bag and then locked your door. You walked and talked over to the music store, the conversation very mundane.
The second you walked through, you were off in your own world. You ditched Mat and started rifling through the records as if you weren't there a couple days ago.
"Looking for anything in particular?" He asked, looking through the box next to you.
"No, but every now and then, they get new records." You shrugged, continuing your search.
"Hey, Y/N." The owner, Vic, called out, grabbing your attention, "I think I have something for you." He waved you over. You eagerly walked over and gasped when he pulled a record from under the desk.
"Vic, have I ever told you I love you?" Your eyes were wide as he handed you the record.
He only smiled as Mat walked over in confusion, "What's so special about a Blink-182 record?"
"We moved houses a little while ago, and in the move, I lost this record. It meant everything to me. I would play it practically every day, so when it went missing, it was the worst day of my life. I've been on the lookout for one since then, but for some reason, it's been impossible."
"Until today," Vic spoke up with a proud smile.
"Until today." You nodded with a smile. You got your wallet out, ready to pay, but Mat stopped you, "What?"
"I got it." He told you, handing Vic his card.
"What? No." You shook your head.
"Can't I just do this nice thing?" He chuckled.
You pursed your lips as you tried to read him, "Fine." You related, letting Vic swipe his card so he could pay.
Mat held the door open for you as you exited, "You know, I didn't tell you that story just for you to pay for this right?"
"I know." He nodded, "I just wanted to." He shrugged.
"Well, next time you see something you like, within reason, let me buy it for you." You nudged him.
"We'll see." He smirked.
-
As the weeks passed, you and Mat started hanging out more. You learned about his life in New York, learned about his best friend Anthony, his sister, and his parents. You also learned about his crippling fear of dogs, which was hilarious, and he regretted it the moment you started laughing.
He learned about your love for books and your love for ABBA and Mamma Mia. He learned your mom worked at a hotel and she also shared your love of music.
Your mom was at work, so you were left alone. It was summer after all. You were startled and confused by the knock at the door, "What're you doing here?" You asked.
"Hi, Mat. Good to see you too." He joked sarcastically.
"With the formalities out of the way, my question remains. What are you doing here?"
"Well, I was doing some research. There's a hockey team nearby. It's like minor league, I don't think they even keep score, but I got us tickets. They're for today." He held up a piece of paper with information about the team.
"Let's say I wasn't free. What would you do?" You asked.
"Go to the game alone." He shrugged.
"Fine. Just give me like 10 minutes."
"You have 5." You raised a brow, "I was working up the courage to ask you and kind of wasted a lot of time. The game starts in an hour and it takes a while to get there." He scratched the back of his neck.
"Awh, do I make you nervous, Mat?" You teased.
He quickly shook his head, "No."
You laughed, "All right, five minutes." You nodded.
-
You found your seats but before you made it, Mat insisted on buying you a hat from one of the parents outside. The merch had the team logo on it, and most of the people inside were wearing it.
"Wow, this is much more enthusiastic than I imagined for some reason." You laughed.
"Yeah, they can get pretty rowdy." He looked around.
"So, you go to many games in New York?" You asked.
He laughed, "A few."
"What does that mean?" You asked curiously, to which he only smiled, turning his attention to the ice as they began the national anthem.
By second period intermission, Mat had explained every rule of the game to you so you understood a little of what was going on, "Hey, I'm gonna get a hotdog, you want anything?" He stood up from his seat.
"A hotdog sounds pretty good about now." You nodded with a smile.
By the time Mat got back, the second period was getting ready to start, "Sorry, line for hotdogs was long." He handed you yours with a couple packets of condiments, "Didn't know what you wanted, so I got everything."
"It's all good. Thank you." you smiled, "How much do I owe you?"
"It's on me." He shook his head as you pulled out your phone.
"What? Mat we can't keep doing this. I have money, you know." You joked.
"I know, but I feel bad that I took so long."
"It's fine. I made a friend." You pointed below you to the kid who was sitting in front of you with his family. The kid waved, a look of awe on his face.
Mat winked. He knew the look on the kid's face. It was one he was all too familiar with. The look of recognition. The kid knew who he was, but thankfully, had the manners not to say anything.
By the end of the game, you were practically a seasoned expert. You followed Mat around the arena, thinking you were going to the car, but were confused when you ended up right next to the ice.
"What are we doing here?" You asked nervously.
"Well, since it's your first game, I thought I'd make it memorable." He smiled, "Your gonna ride the Zamboni." Your eyes widened.
"What?" He pointed to the big ice machine coming down the hall.
"So, who's it gonna be?" The Zamboni driver asked, looking between you and Mat. Mat quickly, without hesitation, pointed to you, "All right, hop on." The man smiled.
You got on the Zamboni, and it felt like an out-of-body experience as you drove around the rink. Mat watched, filming the entire thing, from the entrance off the side of the ice.
"That was crazy." You exclaimed as you hopped off.
"Yeah? I thought you'd like it." He laughed, sending a smile and a wave to the driver and the couple of workers in charge of the Zamboni.
"That was so cool, Mat. Thank you. I had a lot of fun tonight."
"I'm glad I was able to be the lucky guest who took you to your first game."
"Glad you were here for it. You're a good teacher. Thanks to you, I wasn't so clueless." You laughed.
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"And you're absolutely sure there's nothing going on?" Mat asked.
Lauren sighed, "Yes, Mat, I'm sure. I'm pretty sure I know my own kid's schedule."
"Okay, I just want to make sure. These tickets were very expensive and I don't think they're refundable."
"And I told you, I can pay for her ticket." Lauren insisted with another exasperated sigh.
"And I told you I got it covered," Mat told her.
Both of their heads whipped over to the door as you walked in, confused at the way they both looked over at you, "Hi."
"Hi, honey." Your mom smiled, "Well, I'm going to get going. I've got some stuff to do. I'll see you later." She grabbed her bag quickly and kissed your head before leaving.
"That was strange." You laughed, setting your stuff down on the couch, "So, what're you doing here? Another hockey game?" You asked.
"Well..."
"Oh, please don't tell me you bought hockey tickets again. I had fun, but I think the next time we go, I should buy them because I feel like a moocher and if I buy them then you can't tell me no." You ranted.
He smiled, "Not like that, but I do have another surprise."
"Oh, no."
"Oh no" what?" He asked.
"Your surprises are always big and expensive."
"The hockey tickets weren't too bad and the record I got you was even cheaper than both tickets combined."
"Mat..."
"Okay, fine, this one's a little expensive." He handed you an envelope, nodding his head when you raised a brow at him. Your entire body froze when you read what the paper said.
"Mat Barzal." You gasped, "Are you serious right now? This isn't a joke?" You started looking around the room.
"What're you looking for?" He laughed.
"Cameras." You answered.
"Stop, I'm being serious. They're real." He grabbed your arms and sat you back down.
"Holy crap." You sat down, covering your mouth in shock, "You actually got Blink-182 tickets?"
"Yeah." He nodded with a proud smile on his face.
"How?"
"I know a guy." He shrugged, to which you raised a brow, "All right, my sisters pretty good at this, so I had her get them for me."
"Well, tell your sister I love her, and thank you." You were still in shock as you kept reading the tickets, "Oh, my God, now I have to find something to wear." You rushed off to your room.
-
"This is insane." You shouted over the loud noise of everyone in the arena, "And so are these seats. I don't think I've ever been this close to the stage for a concert in my life." You laughed.
"Yeah, Liana is really good at these kinds of things." Mat nodded.
"I really can't thank you enough, Mat. This means so much. No one's ever done this for me."
"Eh, it was nothing." He shrugged it off.
"Okay, just take my gratitude, will you." You both laughed. You took your seats and sat in silence, just taking everything in. Mat left a few times to go to the bathroom and get food, but you sat the entire time, wanting to remember everything.
-
After the concert, you were on a high. The post-concert depression was hitting, but it was worth it. You quickly went through your grocery list as your mom waited for you in the car.
"Thanks." You smiled at the bagger as you rushed outside. You set the stuff in the backseat then got into the passenger side, "All right, they had everything except tomatoes." You informed her, looking over at her. You could see the worry in her brows, "What is it? Did someone die?" You asked.
"No." She shook her head, "Honey..." She paused.
"Just tell me." You exclaimed.
"It's Mat." She started.
"What about him?" You asked, your mind racing as you frantically thought of every possibility.
"He's gone." She told her, her eyes screaming with pity and sadness.
"Gone? Gone where?"
"Milo called while you were inside. Said he went home."
"Home where?"
"Back to New York. Said the team called and said everything was cleared and he could come home." She explained.
"What team?" You asked nervously.
"You didn't know?"
"Know what, Mom?" Your brows furrowed together again, this time in confusion and hurt.
"Mat plays for the New York Islanders. A pro hockey team, like the big league. He was sent to Ivory because of some bad press and now that it's all cleared up they called him back." You sat back in your seat, taking in what she had just said. She watched you, worried, "You okay?"
"I want to go home." You told her.
"All right." She nodded.
As soon as you got home, you made a beeline for your room and stayed there for the rest of the night. You laid in bed, not even moving when your mom called for dinner.
She leaned in the doorway, watching you stare at the wall, "I'm gonna just leave this here." She said, setting the plate down on your nightstand, then sitting on your bed. "You feeling okay?"
"Why didn't he tell me?"
"I can't speak for him, but maybe he just wanted to forget about whatever was going on in New York." She suggested.
"But I wouldn't have judged him or said anything."
"I know that." She nodded, hugging you and kissing your head.
"I really liked him, Mom." You whispered, your voice going quiet as your eyes filled with tears.
"I know you did." She whispered, her own eyes filling with tears as she did her best to comfort you.
-
The months dragged on and eventually, you moved on. It took a lot of pushing from your mom and even Milo, but you started hanging out with a guy from your school and one thing led to another and you started going out.
"Y/N, Jared's here." Your mom announced.
"Coming!" You hollered back, fixing your shirt before hustling down the hall where Jared was standing, talking to your mom, "Hey, you ready to go?"
"Yeah." He smiled. You said your goodbyes to your mom before you were out and walking through Ivory. Jared was telling a joke, which made you smile.
"What is it?" Jared asked, noticing that you stopped laughing. He followed your line of sight over to someone across the street, "Who's that?"
"It's, uh," You swallowed harshly, "It's no one." You shook your head, "Let's go." You grabbed his hand and pulled him down the street.
Mat saw you from across the street and even from across the street, he could make out the look of surprise and hurt on your face. He saw you drag the guy who he could only assume was your boyfriend down the street and couldn't deny the pang it sent to his heart.
-
The next day, you had sufficiently ignored and avoided Mat, somehow. How you did it was a mystery even to you but you did it. All that progress came crashing down when he walked into the diner.
You were waiting for your mom and he had seen you from outside and rushed in, "There you are." He sighed, trying to catch his breath after running in.
You sighed, angrily setting your cup down as he took the seat in front of you, "Look, you have every right to be upset with me..."
"Hell yeah, I have the right to be upset with you. For one, you lied to me about everything, and two, you left without any explanation or reason. I had to find out through Milo."
"I didn't lie about everything."
"Oh, no, just your occupation and the real reason you were here."
"Look, I don't get why you're upset." Mat sighed, and the moment the words left his mouth, he knew he messed up.
You scoffed, "You have some nerve, you know? I get it, you didn't want people to know who you were or why you were here, but I thought, I really thought we had something special but then you just leave. No note, no email, not even a message in a freaking bottle!." You exclaimed, shaking your head, and gathered your stuff.
"I tried."
"I don't believe you." You turned and walked out the door, ignoring the looks the other patrons in the diner were giving you.
-
It was like was against you because as you turned the street with Jared, Mat was walking down the other side, his arm wrapped around some girl's shoulder, a girl you had never seen.
You slowed your pace but it was already too late to cross the street, "Huh, funny seeing you here." Mat commented.
"Yeah." You sighed.
"Do you two know each other?" Jared asked.
"At one point." You nodded, keeping your eyes on Mat.
"Well, are you going to introduce us?" The girl Mat was with asked impatiently.
"Right," Mat nodded, "This is Alexis."
"This is my boyfriend, Jared." You pointed to your boyfriend.
"And this is awkward." Alexis muttered under her breath, "Mat, I wanna go."
"Alright, yeah, we gotta go." Mat grabbed her hand again and they walked past you.
You sighed, linking arms with Jared again as continued your walk, "So, who was that?"
"Mat. He's just a friend, well a former friend." You corrected.
"Just a friend?" Jared raised a brow.
"Just a friend." You nodded, reassuring Jared.
-
Mat hadn't planned to be in Ivory for too long, but he wanted to make sure you accepted his apology before he left. Milo had caught a cold and Mat could barely cook, so Mat braved the cold and went outside to get food from the diner when he saw you and Jared standing in the park, seemingly in the middle of an argument. He didn't mean to eavesdrop, but you were in public and he was just there.
"Are you serious? You promised he was just a friend, but ever since he got here, you've been weird." Jared told you.
"Jared, please, can we do this somewhere else?"
"No, be honest with me, do you like him?" He asked. By that point, everyone in Ivory was listening in on your conversation.
"What are you talking about?" You balked, "This is so stupid, Jared. You're making no sense."
"I'm making perfect sense. Before Mat came to town, we were perfect. Everything was going great. Then he came to town and it was like a switch had flipped. Everything changed, Y/N," The way he said your name hurt.
You knew he was right, but maybe you were too blind and hurt by what Mat had done to see it, "Jared, please."
"No, no more. I'm done. I'm sorry." He shook his head, shoving his hands in his pockets as he headed for his car down the street.
You stood there, regretting not wearing a jacket. As you looked around, you then realized just how many people had heard your fight and it was just the icing on the cake.
You were tired and as soon as the first tear fell, you were running as far and as fast as you could. Mat stood in his spot frozen in confusion. Everyone was watching you, not stepping in to help, so he decided to do it.
"Hey!" He shouted, his voice echoing loudly enough for everyone to hear him, "Quit it!" Everyone quickly went back to what they were doing.
He sighed, following after you as fast as he could. He found you sitting on a bridge, over a lake. He could hear you crying and sniffling as he caught his breath.
"Y/N...?" He called out your name quietly so it wouldn't startle you, "Can I sit next to you?" You didn't say anything, so he took it as his chance to sit down, "Wow, you are a fast runner." He felt his lungs burn with every word he spoke and every breath he took.
"Took track in high school." You told him, sniffling as you both looked out onto the water, "Was it bad?"
"Nah." He shook his head.
"Don't lie to me right now, Mat." You sighed.
He hesitated, "All right, it was a little bad." He admitted.
"God." You sighed, wiping your eyes.
"But don't worry, it'll all be over by next week."
"Great, so I can't go outside for the next week." You sighed angrily, "You can go, Mat. I'll be okay."
"No." He shook his head.
"Just go." You repeated.
"I'm not leaving you alone." He stated. You sighed, rubbing your temple, "Me and Alexis, we were never dating." He admitted.
"What?" You asked, brows furrowing together at his random outburst.
"We were never together. We went on a date, yeah, but nothing more."
"Why are you telling me?"
"Just so you know you aren't alone." He reached over and grabbed your hand. He smiled when you looked at your hands together, but didn't do anything to remove your hand from his.
-
After Mat had followed you down to the lake, you had kind of been avoiding him. It hadn't been intentional at first, but it sort of just happened.
Mat saw you across the street and started crossing the street to see you, but you quickly ducked into a store and lost him. That was when he knew something was wrong. He thought he did something wrong, so that was why he avoided you.
You knew you had to tell him what was on your mind, so you decided to go to his place and tell him what was wrong. You knocked on his door and saw when he opened. thedoor, he looked like he wanted to shut it in your face.
"Before you shut the door, please let me say what I want to say, then you can shut the door in my face." You cut him off.
"All right." He nodded, crossing his arms.
"Look, I'm sorry I've been avoiding you. It's immature of me and it's wrong because you didn't do anything. It's all me." You admitted.
"What do you mean?"
"I like you, Mat. Like, really like you, and when you left, it hurt. I was hurt, and when you came back, I was surprised. You came back just as fast as you left. It was all happening too fast. I had gotten over you, I was with Jared, then you came back and threw a wrench into everything."
"Oh, my apologies." He narrowed his eyes as he spoke, sarcastically of course.
You narrowed your eyes back at him before you continued, "I'm trying to apologize for the way I've been acting and I just wanted to tell you that I really liked you and really liked spending time with you before you jet off to New York again and leave without a goodbye." You shrugged.
He sighed, running a hand across his face, "Y/N..." He breathed out.
"That's all I had to say. You can shut the door now if you want." You told him, turning on your heel and walking down the stairs.
Mat's brain was slower than his feet because before he knew it, he was calling out your name and picking up his pace. He grabbed your arm softly and spun you around.
He ignored the confused look on your face before leaning in for a kiss. When you pulled away, your brows furrowed in confusion, "Is that you saying you feel the same way?"
"Yes." He laughed, "I like you, too, Y/N."
"Oh, okay." You nodded, stunned by what just happened, "Can we kiss again?"
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valeskafics · 1 year
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Headcanons for Modern Aegon, Aemond, Cregan, Daemon, and Jace as Your College Professors
A/N: i feel like this doesn't really need to be said but pls don't fuck your professors lol. cregan's and jace are kinda mild im sorryyyy but also aemond's is a bit unhinged and im NOT sorry ALSOOOO i might do individual one shots for these later if y'all like em
Rating: 18+ (MINORS DNI)
TW: profanity, innuendo, inappropriate student/teacher relationships, power imbalance, some yandere ish behavior, mild dubcon (full on dubcon for aemond lmfao), NSFWWWW SEXY TIMES
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Aegon
-aegon is an art history professor (y'all let's just pretend he managed to get through college because in art history you get to look at boobies all the time so he was happy)
-he notices you from the very first day, partially because you walk in late, having gone to the wrong lecture hall
-he sees your windblown hair, your flushed cheeks, and immediately he thinks... "yeah. that one. i want that one."
-he's always leaving nice little comments on your work, gets overly excited when you raise your hand in class
-he's actually nice as a professor because he constantly says art is subjective and so he feels everyone's interpretations are accurate
-remembers how much he struggled in undergrad so gives out tons of extra credit, like even just showing a ticket stub for an art museum or going to an exhibit that's in town
-he's a total flirt whenever you come to his office hours, saying that if you were there in the renaissance, botticelli absolutely would've used you as the model for "birth of venus", which is super flattering and you can't stop fucking smiling after he says it
-gets a little bolder and flirtier as time goes on in class, winks at you when he passes your papers back, etc
-you start doing all of the extra credit for his class, going to every art exhibition you can just because he MIGHT be there, you are so down bad for this man it's insane
-and he knows it, he'll just give you this cute little wave whenever he sees you at a museum or something
-then one day, you decide to push it to the next level and go with a date, aegon doesn't fucking like this one damn bit
-so the minute your date leaves to get you something to drink or a snack, aegon is approaching you and asking what the fuck you think you're doing, you tell him he hasn't had the balls to make a move so you found someone else who would
-he drags you to the closest bathroom and covers your mouth as he fucks you against the wall, asking you if "the little boy" you came with would make you feel as good as he's making you feel right now
-at first you try to convince yourself this was just a one time thing, but when you go back to class and he just looks you up and down like he wants to fucking devour you, you know there's no getting out of this
-definitely continues as a secret hookup for the rest of the semester, you two just can't get enough of each other but he tells you he doesn't really do relationships which you're fine with
-but by the end of the semester, he's like.... i changed my mind, let's do this fr fr 🥺👉👈
-calls you his venus because he's fucking cheesy
Aemond
-mr "tis i who studies history and philosophy" of course teaches history, fucking pretentious douchebag
-he's known for being one of the absolute HARSHEST graders, like absolutely zero mercy, this bitch takes attendance and grades you down if you don't participate in class, he deadass wants you to fail
-but you take this upon yourself as a challenge, you enroll in his class and decide that you're going to get an a, no matter what
-he has a requirement that you have to interview with him before he gives you an add code for his class, so you go to your interview
-he seems at least somewhat okay with you and he gives you the add code, you go off on your merry way, thinking hey... this guy isn't as bad as they say
-you take diligent notes, ask thought provoking questions, actively participate, have perfect attendance, and beyond all that, you're really fucking good at history, so when you get a 0 on your first essay, you're completely blindsided and you go to aemond's office hours
-you tell him the grader must have made a mistake, but he tells you he graded these himself
-of course he did this on purpose; he's wanted you from the moment you walked in his classroom, he likes that you're actually intelligent and you take your academics seriously, but he knows that will also make it so much easier to manipulate you
-he tells you that he's willing to help you with some "private" tutoring sessions, has you come to his off campus apartment, tells you to dress nice and not to be late
-you already had a vague idea of what this was going to entail but you had no idea he was going to be like a fucking animal in heat, biting and marking you all over as he just absolutely rails you into the bed
-tells you that in class, you're to sit in the front row, up in the center, everyday and that you can only wear dresses or skirts that give him easy access after class
-insists on being your thesis advisor, says he's the only one who can help you reach your full potential (which despite all his flaws he does actually end up helping you write a pretty kick ass thesis on how women were historically marginalized in medieval westeros - surprise, he's a secret feminist, just not when it comes to boinking you apparently)
-he's definitely the one out of all of these (maybe daemon too) to have you sit under his desk and suck him off while he has a meeting with the dean or someone else
-extremely possessive, has you move into his apartment instead of the dorms, doesn't want anyone else getting to see you first thing when you wake up
-despite all of his flaws, you can rest assured that when push comes to shove, he is completely devoted to you and only you (but also he's kinda batshit crazy)
Cregan
-cregan teaches mythology with a specialization in northern folklore
-he's so intimidating when he first walks into the classroom, he's so tall and has that shaggy brown hair and a well-trimmed beard looking like a fucking model!!!!! with gorgeous eyes, it's insane
-like you and all the other students are like... who is this sexy ass man and why is he here? this can't possibly be our professor!
-then he speaks. in that northern accent. and all of you are just swooning, introduces himself as cregan stark
-you and your friends always sit in the front row, always dress your cutest
-you like to ask as many questions as you can in class, not just because it gets him talking with that sexy ass accent of his, but because it's so interesting to hear about things like wargs and direwolves and giants
-he's actually such an awkward guy, which you learn when you bump into him at the gym on campus, dude lifts 5 times a week
-you see him in a muscle shirt and basketball shorts and honestly you think you must've gotten hit by a bus on the way and died and gone to heaven because no mere mortal deserves to look upon this
-but the thing is he sees you in your cute little workout outfit, doing your squats, going on the thigh machine and he CANNOT take his eyes off of you
-cregan is probably the professor that has the worst internal struggle with having feelings for you because he's such an honor-bound guy that it just feels very icky to him
-but in the end, his adoration for you wins out, especially when he realizes that you are ABSOLUTELY crushing hard on him, always coming to his office hours, always emailing him articles you think he'd find interesting
-one day when you're both at the gym, you mention that there's a steam room that you've been thinking of checking out, a new addition to the gym, and you give him a little wink, trying to hint to him that he should try it out too
-he gets the hint and after he's done with his workout (which he does a wayyyy shorter one of) he changes into a towel and goes into the steam room
-he sees you sitting there in a towel too and it's the first time you've seen the man shirtless
-he sits on the other end of the bench but you look at him and say he can come sit next to you
-he's so awkward at first but then, when he's sure no one's around, he just leans in and gives you the most mindblowing kiss you've ever had in your entire fucking life
-tries his best to stay professional, but when you tease him by wearing a shorter skirt or skimpier top, you better be prepared for him to ask you to stay behind after class and absolutely fucking destroy you - he's a wolf after all
Daemon
-daemon is a political science professor, who focuses on more combat-oriented things, ie the world wars, the american war in vietnam, political uprisings, etc - what he calls "the interesting stuff"
-you take his class as a freshman but it's a HUGE lecture hall for undergrad students with maybe 500 students so of course he doesn't take notice of you
-however, when you're a senior, you see he's looking for a TA, so of course... you sign up
-he sees your name and thinks it sounds vaguely familiar, that combined with the fact that you're a poli sci major who's on the dean's honor list make you an easy pick (especially when he checks your profile on the school website and thinks damn... they're hella attractive wtf)
-when he calls you in to interview for the position, he's pleased because not only are you very attractive and sweet, but you're competent and you're genuinely interested in the material he teaches
-definitely does not believe in personal space, always has a hand on your knee if you're sitting next to him, helping you grade papers, will give you a little pat on the butt to say "good job" (even tho that's inappropriate AF he could not give less of a shit)
-daemon isn't one to give a fuck about the rules so after the first few days of seeing you looking all cute in your little trying to be professional outfits, he's had enough and makes his move
-he invites you to see his "private library" at his luxury home near campus, says he has first edition classics of lots of books that he thinks you'd be interested in
-you're not stupid, you know what he wants and you want it too, you've been trying to smash this man for months
-so you show up at his apartment, dressed in a little black dress and heels, giving the excuse that you have plans later
-but when he has you bent over the desk of his library as he pounds into you, he just asks you, with an infuriating smirk on his face, "what were those plans again, darling?"
-you just look at him and try to speak and he smirks again, "yeah, that's what i thought"
-definitely the type to ask you to "stay and work late" with him in his office, which really just means him picking you up, shoving everything off his desk, and absolutely wrecking you
-but he does take you seriously when it comes to school stuff and he takes your advice on things to change in his class to make it more interesting
-if he sees you flirting with or chatting with one of your classmates, you best believe he's gonna be punishing you for that later
-and by punishing? i mean he's gonna have you bent over his knee, spanking you and making you say "sorry professor"
Jace
-jace is an english professor, he definitely is THAT professor who makes really terrible jokes who everyone just laughs at to be polite, no one actually thinks that they're actually funny, that is until you take his class
-it's a shakespeare class and, of course, he has a powerpoint up with a picture of a baby big and it says "what do you call a tiny pig reciting shakespeare? HAMLET" of course, most of the class groans but he hears a very quiet giggle and his eyes meet yours
-he feels tongue tied and he keeps looking over at you throughout the class, though he makes a conscious effort not to, you don't really notice though, because you're busy taking notes
-he thinks you're the most fucking gorgeous thing he's seen in his entire life, and not to be a cliche, that line from romeo and juliet flashes through his head "did my heart love till now?"
-no seriously he falls so hard and so fast, especially after seeing how much you love shakespeare, your insights that you make in your papers
-he loves when you come to office hours to ask for his advice on your papers, he makes tea for the two of you and likes to pretend that you're just a normal couple on a date at a coffee shop
-he loves and hates it when you wear v necks because you sit in the front row of his class and it makes it THAT much easier for him to look down your shirt and get a nice little view for himself
-he would NOT be one to abuse his power and try to force you into a relationship or hold your grade hostage or anything like that
-honestly? this guy is totally fucking WHIPPED after one week, like he's planning your fucking wedding, where you're going to live and raise your kids
-loves it when you volunteer to read out loud in class, ESPECIALLY if it's the more romantic lines from shakespeare's plays, he pretends you're saying them to him and he KNOWS that's super pathetic but he can't bring himself to care
-around midterms, he decides he just can't take it anymore and asks you to stay after class for a minute and finally sacks up and asks you out, he says there will be absolutely no hard feelings if you say no and that he'll even ask an independent grader to do all your grades either way
-he's so fucking nervous and rambling like crazy about how beautiful he finds you and you're pretty sure he tosses a few literary quotes in there, so you kind of just have to press a finger to his lips and be like yes i'll go out with you lol
-loves it when you come to his office just to hang out and sit on his desk while he works, loves stealing kisses from you after everyone leaves the lecture hall
-one of his favorite things to do is go to his place with you, have you lay your head in his lap, and he just reads to you, everything from "wuthering heights" to "pride and prejudice" he's a total romantic
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swissalbanianmiss · 2 months
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Could you please write some smut for John where him and the reader are friends sharing a bed and maybe they see more of each other (clothes shifting in the middle of the night while they slept) than they meant to and things kinda go from there?
slip up | john marino
warnings: accidental flashing, i dont want to say somnophilia but john does see her partially exposed while shes sleeping, slight boob play, spitting, p in v (unprotected. please be safe everyone)
a/n: omg my first request and i love it! thank you so much for requesting this, i love it! te dua!! i hope you enjoy how i brought this idea to life lol. still getting used to writing smut so bare with me. also this is friends to lovers
p.s: this is a female body reader x john marino as all of my smuts will be because it is what i am comfortable writing. that being said, this does not include any description of bodies/specific features (long hair/short hair, tall/short, hair colour, texture, style, etc) to enable every reader to imagine themselves just how they please. i want everyone to feel welcome here <3
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John and I have been best friends since we were 11 years old. We met because I moved to Easton, Massachusetts due to my mother getting a new job.
John was the first person I noticed when I anxiously walked into class on my first day at my new school. The teacher assigned me to sit beside him and from that point on we became best friends.
Over the time we’ve been friends I’ve caught feelings. I never believed when people said girls and boys can’t be friends without one falling for the other but now unfortunately, that is true for me. We're now 26 and those feelings have yet to go away. I've done everything to try and make them go away but they stubbornly refuse to.
Every time John hooks up with a new girl or shows interest in a girl part of my heart shatters. I would never tell him because I never want to lose him. He's kind, caring, sweet. He's just overall a dream man.
When John invited me to join him on his bye-week trip my heart skipped a beat. He informed me we would be going with other couples on the team and that he would be the only single guy there. This made my stomach flutter.
When we arrived at our tropical resort they told us we would be sharing a room. That's no problem and nothing new honestly. We've had many sleepover before.
When we opened the door to our luxury hotel we were met with one king sized bed staring back at us rather than two queen sized beds. When I said we've had sleepover before, I never meant sharing the same bed.
John and I exchanged awkward looks with each other but we both decided we would figure this out after we get food in our system.
I change into a white linen summer dress to cover my white bikini and we make our way down to the resort restaurant. We order mimosas and some small taco appetizers. He refuses my offer to pay, swiping his card before I can even open my purse.
After eating we head to the beach to relax. I sit with Cat, Reanne, and Jess while John, Tyler, Curtis, and Nate fool around. As the hours go by we watch as Nate turns a bright shade of red. Thankfully Johnny is willing to wear sunscreen.
The group of us head to dinner and the whole time we're eating, all I can think about is the bed situation back at our hotel. After a few drinks, a yummy meal, and Nate drunkenly singing his head off, we call it a night and head back to the hotel.
John and I walk in silence and I can't help but wonder how he feels about the bed situation. He swipes the card and opens the door. "Do you want me to sleep on the floor?" I hear myself blurt out. John side eyes me hard. "Are you crazy? You're not sleeping on the floor and neither am I. We're just going to have to suck it up and share the bed."
My stomach drops at his forwardness. All I can do it nod in response and quietly go to the bathroom.
I take a nice, long shower making sure I smell amazing before getting into bed with John. My hands are slightly shaking as I put on my white, shirt and shorts pajama set with a red heart pattern on them. They're slightly risky with a v neckline and the shorts barely cover my thighs and ass.
"Can I come in and brush my teeth?" I hear John bang on the door. "Um, sure." He opens the door and he's shirtless with a pair of soft, cotton shorts on. I eye his rib tattoo before spraying my Caudalie mist all over my face. He grabs his tooth brush and we make eye contact in the mirror. I leave the room, heading back to the main room and crawling into my chosen side of the bed.
I rest my head on the pillow, lying sideways. I fall asleep in 2 minutes, exhausted from travelling and relaxing on the beach.
When John comes into the room after finishing his night routine, he sees me curled into bed asleep. It's hot and the blankets are just covering my lower body. My breast has fallen out of the v-neck sleeping top and is on full display for him.
John feels like a creep but he can't help but stare. He's wanted to see you naked since you were both 16. He feels a tent forming in his pants, feeling guilty at getting off to the sight of you. Should he fix your shirt? Should he leave it?
He gets into bed next to you and by accidentally kicks your spread out leg. This startles you awake and Johns heart drop. He doesn't want you to think he was the one who pulled your shirt down.
When you open your eyes, John is staring at you with wide eyes and a pinkish red flush spread across his face.
I look down and see my chest exposed. My jaw drops in embarrassment. "I did not pull your shirt down, it was like that when I came in" John frantically explains himself. My eyes drift and I see the large bulge in his pants. I raise my eyebrow at him and his cheeks turn a deeper shade of red. "Wow Johnny, you're so weak. Never seen a boob before?" I giggle, sitting up and looking at him, leaving my breast exposed. "No! I have seen like thousands of them" he defends himself. My eyes trail back down to his bulge before meeting his eyes again.
We stare at each other as John properly settles into bed beside me. Confidence takes over my body and I turn my head, pressing a soft kiss to Johns cheek. I barely pull away before John is turn his head and pulling me into his lips. His kisses are desperate and needy. He whimpers into my mouth as I tug his brown curls. He moves so that he pressed on top of me, his bulge rubbing against my thigh.
He kisses my neck and I grab his hand, bringing it to grope my breast. "Johnny, please suck on my nipples" I beg, bucking my hips up. He happily takes the offer and brings my nipple into his mouth. He pulls away, spitting on my boob before going and repeating his actions on the other one.
While he sucks on my nipples, I rub my leg along his shorts, earning groans from him. He pulls away from nipple and presses his forehead against mine. "Need you so bad baby, needed it for so long." My thoughts pause, trying to process if I just heard him correctly.
"Please?" he asks. "Yes, Johnny, yes. Please take me" I whimper leaning up to kiss him again. "I don't have a condom but I'm clean. Got tested a few days ago" he tells me, rubbing his nose against mine. "I have an IUD" I say, "It'll be okay." He nods, pulling my shirt over my head. He pulls my shorts down, quickly learning I wasn't wearing anything underneath them. He leans down, kissing both of my thighs before giving my clit a kiss. He pulls away, taking his shorts off. His hard dick hits his abdomen. It's leaking precum and it's bigger than any other guy I've ever been with.
"Are you okay?" he questions, jerking himself off. "Mhmm" I hum, bringing my hand down to touch myself. He quickly grabs my hand and pins in above my head before pushing in, giving me no time to react. He kisses my forehead, giving me time to adjust to his size. "You can move, Johnny." He slowly begins to move in and out, easing me into the act. I wrap my legs around his waist and my hands find his dark brown curls. "Wanted to kiss you, feel you for so long. Since we were 16."
Tears form in my eyes at his confession and moans spill from my mouth as he hits all the right spots with his now deep, slow strokes. Everything feels so intimate.
I grab his face to kiss me as he keeps stroking steadily. We moan into each others mouths. There are so many emotions running through my body. I feel my stomach begin to get tight as I grip Johns raw cock. "Please cum inside of me John. Wanna feel it." He nods and I feel him leak a bit inside of me. He rubs my clit with his thumb and it's better than anything I've ever felt.
I wrap my legs around him even tighter as he tells me hes cumming. We both cum together and he stays inside of me for a few minutes grounding himself before facing me.
After 5 minutes, he gently pulls out and reaches over to the side table, grabbing a tissue before wiping me down. He kisses my forehead and a hickey he left on my collar bone as I sink deeper into the bed.
"You good?" he asks, scratching at his hair. I nod my head and he leans forward, holding my chin and pressing his forehead against mine. "You know that I'm in love with you, right?" he whispers. "I am too, Johnny" I admit, wrapping my arms around him. "Be my girl? You'll get a wag jacket."
"Only if we can do that again.. Right now"
John smiles and immediately grabs my waist, flipping me so I'm on my stomach before pressing into me again.
We're very late for group breakfast the next morning but it's worth it. I get to spend the rest of my life with him now.
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spicy-clones · 5 months
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Hey Free!!!
I love your work and I want your opinion on something.
If their s/o requested them to send a dick pic, which clones would:
A. Immediately pull their pants down and send a pic
B. Wait until they can get the best, most sexy shot, and then send a pic
C. Be too embarrassed/shy to send a pic
I'm just curious about your thoughts 😏
LOL. Lookin for thots this evening, are we? ;)
always happy to deliver
I feel like I always forget clones in these lists, so please forgive me if I've missed a favorite, and feel free to reblog with your own two cents! There are some that I don't know well enough, so you clone specialists can absolutely fill in the gaps! Let's get started!
First up... the Immediate Deliverers:
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Jesse. Immediately. And he will be so proud.
Gregor. Because he doesn't take much anything seriously. Life's too short for that.
Hardcase. Because he doesn't have a bad angle.
Wolffe. I just get a vibe.
Wrecker. With a gleeful smile and a bellowing laugh. No reason needed.
Crosshair. Surprised me, but I think he would be like "fuck it, this is what it is and you'll like it no matter what." XD
Next, the Strategic Senders:
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Fives. It probably won't be a long wait at all, but he knows the difference a slight change in lighting can make.
Kix. He would never admit it, but he's got the dick-pic down to an art with as much intricacy as his closely-shaved haircut. And that's not the only thing that's closely-shaved, because, well, he's aware of how to make visual illusions work to his advantage.
Tup. He actually surprised me here because I initially put him on the no-list. But I think this shy lil shiny has a sultry confidence that can come out in the right conditions.
Pre-Citadel Echo. You might send the request thinking he'd refuse, but then you'd receive a spicy surprise.
Howzer. Another surprise! But I can see him doing it in a very established relationship, except he would probably have to make it lighthearted somehow. Like, putting a tiny hat on it or something absolutely hilariously ridiculous like that.
Hunterrrrr. (I'm back on my shit with this man) and I'm pretty sure he would know precisely how to make it look just... drool-worthy. I'm drooling in starbucks right now just writing about it. XD
And finally, the Embarrassed Evaders:
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REX. Sweet man just wouldn't know what to do. Even in an established relationship, I think he'd prefer you to see it in person.
Cody? I'm not sure about this because I'm not super familiar with him. But he seems like another straight-laced sweetie that MIGHT do it with someone he really trusts, but only with some liquid courage.
TBB Echo. I think he's got body image trauma as deep as the Mariana Trench. I just can't see him taking a pic that wouldn't have him making one of my favorite faces, aptly captured by @starqueensthings in this fun lil post.
Tech. I thought about this one for a long time. I don't think he's opposed to it on principle, I think his reasoning would be this: "While I am aware of the potential for arousal via images of such a nature, I find it more satisfying for both partners to engage in a more verbal exchange leading up to an intimate encounter." And he would be SO DAMN GOOD AT IT because the man knows words and would get that dialed in so quickly that you'd be humping your phone on your way to his place.
Eep. That got away from me a little.
Oh well, you asked for it. ;)
xoxoxoxo
I LOVE these fun random asks! ALWAYS feel free to drop em in! And I think I know who you are and I love you. ;)
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theconstantsidekick · 11 months
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no because, supernatural is absolutely a train wreck. it's a colossal accident that is happening in front of you that you can't look away from. it is homophobic and non-sensical and downright laughable at times but you know what? I love it. I absolute love it.
season 1 was absolutely beautiful. you don't understand, really, you don't. they had a piss poor budget, you can see that in every frame. but does that stop it from being fucking beautiful? no. it is stylised and ambitious and a fucking visual treat.
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and this is like the first fucking episode. the shots have so much character! and that's nothing to say of the characters themselves. from the first fucking scene you can clearly distinguish sam and dean's character clear as day. their motivations, their dreams, their hopes, all of it. it's established so well. their dynamic is unmatched. does it also have a lot of garbage? yes for sure. because what in the name of hell was that episode with bugs? what glue were they sniffing when they green lit that one? no seriously... I wanna try some.
but then they recovered, cause they did faith. my god, what an episode. WHAT AN EPISODE. that motherfucking reaper haunts my every waking hour
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like yeah, I love me some baby dean and baby sam going on their small scale ghost hunts while learning deep lessons about who they are as people and what they want from life.
also that 'laugh I nearly died' needle drop? where sam sees jess? god tier editing, GOD TIER.
then they came back with season 2. and here is my most controversial opinion that should not be controversial at all, season 2 is the best season of supernatural to ever supernatural.
what is and what should never be, hollywood babylon, heart, nightshifter, and the whole fucking season actually. not a single miss in my humble opinion. and that finale? THAT FINALE. beautiful, magnificent. ground breaking character writing, everything comes full circle while simultaneously opening up new plot lines to explore.
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and my god, yellow eyes is an epic villain. he is a very viciously written villain like, he's... my god. it ain't a walk in the park writing villains, believe you me patient readers, villains are harder to write than the protagonists, always. well, at least the compelling ones are.
now season 3 suffered because of the writer's strike, but didn't miss much either. like yeah some of the hits don't hit as hard as the season 2, but hey, mystery spot, time is on my side, ghostfacers, bedtime stories are nothing to laugh about. those episodes are fucking solid, like most of the season. and there is so much raw emotion is sam's need to save dean, it just makes my weak winchester brothers loving heart throb a little too hard. also...
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need I say more?
does the show did look little more washed out and boring? yes. but it's cool, cause we're moving on to season 4.
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listen, I kinda just wanna leave all my season's critique at this. i mean, yeah this. this is it. this is the long and short of it; castiel. i don't think i need to get anymore into it
so season 5 is just—
i'm kidding. obviously i'm gonna talk about season 4, at length.
listen, being able to introduce angels this late in the game and then have them be a such perfectly hidden players is a masterstroke of genius. it just is. i am a writer guys... apart from the relentless fanfic as well lol. and when i tell you, introducing a new big player which is also (not so) secretly the next big bad and playing it off as smoothly as they did in season 4, is beyond hard. but the biggest home run these fuckers hit is castiel and the best part is they weren't aiming for a one lol. and oh oh, the way they use their very VERY limited budget to show wings with just flashing the fucking light? CINEMA! that's fucking cinema right there man. i work on film sets, i am telling you, this is the smartest filmmaking choice they make on the entire show. it adds so much visual intrigue while being so awfully easy to execute. BRILLIANt.
now i cannot talk about supernatural without talking about the deancas romance of it all, which i understand not everyone can see or wants to, which is fine. to each their own. you consume art the way you want to, i don't care much as long as you can acknowledge that castiel and dean's friendship was just some of the best written television that mankind has ever seen. is that too grand a statement? yes. does that make it any less true? no.
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they even brought back the moody lighting.
and then there's the episodes this season, most of which are home runs in their own regard. just like beautiful writing, the character development for cas, for dean, for sam, even the late john winchester is wild. anna is a wonderful addition, so is uriel, and alastair? they don't make villains like him anymore, they just fucking don't. AND THAT GODDAMN PLOT TWIST AT THE END? man! the finale was just... too good. Chuck's introduction is absolutely wonderful, even if they ruin him by the end but that happens a decade later so wtv, who cares? But,,,, Jimmy. Fucking. Novak. That's all. that's the tweet. yeah. i'm gonna end the season 4 fan fair with jimmy.
moving to season 5.
subjectively speaking, this is my fucking favorite. this season is a writer's dream while also being their goddamn nightmare. so many WONDERFUL characters to play with and such a grand plot but you get to see it all on a very small, consumable scale which is just... it's too smart for me to not mention. i won't start naming the plot points and neither will i name my favourite episodes because what even is the point? all of it was fucking perfect. you don't understand how hard it is to develop characters to such an extent that they become so familiar to the audience that they know their next move before you even put it on the screen. and supernatural had that. they tied everything together with so much care and consideration, just... AAAH so good.
a special shoutout goes to endverse!cas, crowley and death this season. you all know it in your bones that those three were just the absolute scene stealers. especially death's introduction... immaculate.
they did lose a few points for not being as aesthetically pleasing as the past few seasons but hey, gabriel was enough to make a smooth recovery.
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but this... this is the end of the road for me people. season 5 is where it should have ended. in no way shape or form am i saying that there aren't a few good episodes here and there after this, because there are. i think season 5 was so fucking solid, tied up so many goddamn lose ends and then just put a cute little hell shaped bow on top and i just... yeah. this was and should have been the end of the road. do not get me wrong, i love me some jack kline, charlie bradbury, kevin tran, rowena macleod and eileen lahey but were they worth the bullshit ending i had to sit through? not really.
i absolutely think if there weren't more episodes of supernatural I would never have become a destiel fan, because i started shipping them when dean made cas a mixtape in season TWELVE! but my god, the good times were so scattered amongst the horseshit that even when i found those hidden gems, they were so fucking drenched in the stink that they lost their value.
the worst of it all is that, i cannot explain to you what supernatural means to me in a million words, because it is a part of me, heart and soul. i fucking AM castiel. i am a gay little angel you hear me? i love this show. i do. i'm glad it went on for however long it did but i feel like once in a while i need to write shit like this or read shit like this to remind myself of the show that it used to be. of it's beautiful cinematography, of it's clever little storytelling techniques. of it's wonderful cast. of how epic their song choices used to be.
FUcking RENEGADE? iconic. wanted, dead or alive? cannot hear the song without hearing sam's off tune goat bleating that he called singing along.
i need to remind myself of how afraid i used to be of lucifer. of how much i cried while watching dark side of the moon; when dean and sam burst the crackers, and how i learnt the lyrics to knocking on heaven's door just because of that scene.
sometimes i just have to walk through memory lane and look back at gabriel's death, the good one, the only one. it was so fucking meaningful. i have to think of "we are making it up as we go" to be able to breathe properly because those moments were so fucking beautiful.
fuck the big ones, i even remind myself of the small ones, of dean's handwriting being in all caps, just like him. of sam's fucking huge laptop with that weird blue black sticker in the middle. of castiel's tie, that just was the right shade of blue, and hung all wrong but just naturally enough to add so much more to his character than any fucking dialogue could. every small little detail of supernatural that made it so damn supernatural. i miss it all.
idk. i'm rambling. whatever.
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SW incorrect quotes as things my husband and I have said to each other pt.1
Rex- "Why are you eating KFC corn right now? It's 7am!"
Fives- "I've made some questionable decisions in my time, this is one of them."
Rex, sighing- "you forgot to get cereal at the store yesterday didn't you?"
Fives, snorting- "more like I didn't go to the store."
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Med droid- "Lets see how much you've dilated since earlier."
Med droid-*starts to do its thing*
Padme- *makes a low and guttural moan*
Anakin, sounding hurt- "you've never made that sound when I do that."
Padme, deadpan.- "Shut the kriff up."
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*Cody and Obi-Wan showering together*
Cody- "Can you shave my back please."
Obi-Wan- "I would rather die, it's like a fur coat."
Cody- "Is that a no?"
Obi-Wan, rolling his eyes- "Give me the razor."
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*In a speeder with the windows rolled down, going down the speedway*
Fives, driving while picking long hair off his face and arms.- "For force sake Tup, keep your kriffing hair to yourself!!"
Tup, already annoyed- It's kriffing hair! I can't control it!" What do you want me to do about it? Shave it?
Fives, pick some out of his mouth,- "Yes Bitch!"
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Padme, clearly busy making dinner,- "Babe can you get Leia some juice, please."
Anakin, playing a hologame- Yea, just let me- KRIFF REX YOU CAN SHOOT ME THATS FRIENDLY FIRE, WE'RE IN THE DAMN ARMY YOU KNOW THIS!!!!!"
1 year old Leia, who hasn't said her first words yet.- "KRIFF!"
Padme, quietly-"Kriff"
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Rex- "You know when I was younger, Seventeen used to always tell me to find I nice man with a good job, and a good head on his shoulders."
Cody- "And did you?"
Anakin- *Walking past the window in nothing but his underwear, with one of the twins on his hip, laughing maniacally at a meme on his comm*
Rex, shrugging with heart eyes- "Maybe not but I love him either way."
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Jesse- *laying in bed holding his stomach*
Kix, getting into bed after a long day and laying his head on Jesse's chest. -Goodnight babe, I love you.
Jesse- *Farts really loud and long, heaving a sigh of relief afterwards.* "I love you too baby."
Kix, appalled. "I'll get the Gas-X"
Jesse, holding his pillow to his face because of the smell- "Yea you should probably do that."
Hope you enjoyed my husband and I say and do a lot of stupid things so.. there will be more lol
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