#I feel so bad about having ever bought the dice one though it was on a class trip and I wanted to get something as a souvenir

[kizuike]

These are sooooo cute I almost feel bad imagining actually wearing them. I don't deserve this

#SO CHEAP TOO #original #Did I need more necklaces? No but uwaaaah I can't resist cheap stuff that looks cute #My lock necklace is in horrible condition I've had it since forever... one of the chains broke and it looks kinda plain without it anyway #I feel so bad about having ever bought the dice one though it was on a class trip and I wanted to get something as a souvenir #And there was this really really good fake pearl necklace with a big smiley face pendant (is that the right word uhhhhh) #But I felt like it was too expensive (it probably was) so I got a cheaper one but now idk what to wear it with. Whatever

[patrophthia]

cruel summer | regulus black

pairing: regulus black x reader

genre: fluff, song fic, love confessions (?), regulus is a attention seeking piece of shit (affectionate), clingy reg, not beta read

wc: 1.1k

this is request ! i’m sorry it took so long, i hope you liked it!!

tag: @tr4ppola

Your favourite pastime activity was lying. Little white lies, that is, lies that were so obvious that everyone knew not to take them seriously. Like saying you were a muggle whilst you cast a complicated spell, or saying that you had once dyed your hair a colour that you swore to never do, or saying that you were —in no ways, involved with Regulus Black whatsoever.

Sneaking around though, was on the other end of your favourite things to do. You like Regulus too much so you let that factor slide through.

It's as if you only ever see him during the quiet nights where no one could ever spot you. You know that that isn't how a normal relationship should function but the red flag tends to look white when you look at it through rose tinted glasses.

More often than not you feel like you earned him, a (semi) bad boy who was wanted by everyone in school. He was a shiny toy with a price and you know damn well you bought it.

The meeting spot is different this time, a room within a room in the room of requirement. He'd only told you to meet him at the room of requirement at ten and you showed up right on time only to be met with confusion.

In front of you were a set of doors, circling around you as you stood over stained glass rings, blue merged with pink then pink into purple where the centre of the room was. Instead of figuring out how to find him on your own, you call out to him, "Regulus?"

"Down here," he replies, you look down onto the glass pane and furrow your brows when he is nowhere to be found. "Stand at the centre, sweetheart."

You do as you were told, watching as the glass dips under your weight; you can hear the mechanics working, it unlocking steps for you to take. Once you finally meet Regulus, you cock your head to the side with a teasing smile. "An oddly complicated way for just a booty call."

Regulus frowns, "this isn't a booty call, ma chérie." He moves towards you, and you let him place his hands on your hips. "I just missed you."

You roll your eyes and Regulus thinks that while the devils may roll their dice, he was sure angels spend their time rolling their eyes at him and his behaviour. But then again, what doesn't kill him makes him want it more. And you were just that.

Opposite does attract after all.

"You shouldn't miss me so often," you fixed him a look. "My friends are starting to suspect where I go so often."

It's his turn for Regulus to roll his eyes, albeit more elegant and poise then you ever did. "This is your fault," he groans, burying his head in the crook of your neck. "We wouldn't have to be doing this if you just told everyone about us."

Regulus had decided to keep your relationship a secret at first, wanting to test the waters and after the first few months went smoothly. So smoothly that he'd found himself smitten with you. He wanted everyone to know, he knew that it was weird for him to claim you but he'd like people to know that he wasn't willing to share.

But you think a lot, way too much at times, and decided that no, you do not want people to know about the two of you. Because, you wanted him all to yourself, you liked him too much for other people to know.

"I'm sorry, my love," you say first, a hand reaching up to brush back his outgrown curls. "I promise it won't be for much longer."

Contrary to popular belief, Regulus Black was a clingy person, so touch starved and clingy that you pressed a kiss on the top of his head for good measure.

He stills for a moment, obviously planning something before he presses a kiss to your neck and pulls away. "Would you still love me tomorrow?"

"What?" You splutter, confused on why he decided to bring tomorrow up. "Of course, I do."

"Thank you, mon amour. I love you too." He says before asking. "My game's tomorrow, you're coming to see me right?"

"I always do," you tell him and he smiles. "Why are you asking me this?"

He makes a face. "Just trying to make sure my girlfriend won't run away before my plan unfolds."

Slytherin were losing, and the longer you watched Regulus not even trying to seek out the snitch the more you realised that he was throwing the game on purpose.

You stood up from your seat in the stands and found your way to the railings. "OI! BLACK!" You call out and he turns to you distractedly. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING? THE SNITCH IS RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU."

He turns away, looking uninterested. "I can't see a thing, sorry."

You were starting to get annoyed now, confused on when Regulus had gotten this kind of attitude but you chopped it up to how being dramatic more often than not runs in the Black family.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" You yell, your voice loud despite the hundreds of others also yelling the same thing at him —albeit with a little more colourful words than you were using. "WHY AREN'T YOU PLAYING?"

"I want you to tell them," he says instead of answering your questions. You're a bit confused on how you can still hear him over the sound of support from the other where their Seeker was actually doing the job. "I want them to know."

"KNOW WHAT." You began to yell when it dawned on you. He wants you to tell everyone about your relationship. "ARE YOU CRAZY?"

He shrugs. "Do you want me to win?"

Knowing how pouty he could be if he didn't, you steel yourself for what's to come next. "REGULUS BLACK." You yell and you can see the other team's seeker dive towards the snitch. "I DON'T WANT TO KEEP SECRETS JUST TO KEEP YOU FOR MYSELF ANYMORE."

The crowd goes quiet, waiting to see the scene unfolding before them. Of course it was another Black brother hoarding the attention all to themself, creating a scene as they stole the spotlight from everyone else.

So you prepare yourself, screaming for what it's worth. "I LOVE YOU. AIN'T THAT THE WORST THING YOU HEARD DURING A GAME?"

The other team's seeker loses sight of the snitch, audibly gasping at your confession towards his rival. The snitch continues its way around the pitch.

"NOW PLAY THE DAMN GAME SO PEOPLE CAN KNOW HOW COOL MY BOYFRIEND IS."

The snitch finds it way a few feet above Regulus' head, you want to laugh at how this was playing out. The snitch was just invested in this as everyone else.

The snitch holds his spot and everyone watches with bated breath because, one, the game seems like it was nearing the end, and two (the much important reason they were watching) was that they wanted to see how Regulus would react.

His eyes look up from his broom and meets yours, it took him a few seconds before he broke away. Looking up, grinning like a devil at his now second prized possession (with the first being his chérie of course).

He reaches his hand up, easily snatching the snitch with a breath-taking grin. He clutched onto the snitch tightly, and a second wave of anxiety hit. What if he'd mistaken something else for the snitch amongst everything that had just happened?

Finally, Regulus unclasped his fist, letting the snitch hover above his palm. And as the game officially reaches its natural ending. The announcer's voice started up.

"It looks like Black has gotten the win this round," the announcer says first, their tone playful. "And would he be a black brother if he didn't get the girl as well?"

And then, since you had always been outgoing, so outgoing in fact, that everyone in the castle knew of you and your habits. So just to be sure, the announcer adds, “this isn’t one of your lies right?” 

You can’t help but smile at that, Regulus had always found your smile infectious so, naturally, he found that it was useless to even try hiding his smile from you as he awaited your answer. 

“Why would I lie to you about this?” 

— from bee: i hope you liked this! and is what you’d imagine when you’d sent in the request! feed backs/reblog/notes are appreciated!! :]

#regulus is a cutie #regulus black x reader #regulus black x yn #regulus x reader #regulus black x you #regulus black fanfiction #regulus black fluff #regulus black imagines #regulus black x female reader #regulus black scenarios #regulus black humor #regulus headcanon #Spotify #🧳: my writing

[romanreignseater]

Diced Pineapples

Jey Uso x Black Reader

Rating: 18+

Warning: Smut; pussy eating, fingering, cum eating, and anal play.

“The lyrics speak for itself, this is exactly how Jey Uso feels about his girl in the summertime 😋.”

A/N: Everyone is in their Jey feels, so I had to hop on the bandwagon 🤭. He’s just so sexy, but anyways hope you guys love the story 💕!! (Masterlist up tomorrow).

GIF: @jeysuso

Shorty so fine, pussy so fresh.

Diced pineapples that my baby tastes the best.

I nearly lost my mind, guess it was a test.

Swept her off her feet and went and bought her ass a Lex.

Paid it off cash so I never wrote a check.

Leave my cars at her crib I'm just stuntin' on her ex.

A hot summer day, chilling in the ATL. My handsome baby to my left and a strawberry daiquiri in my right hand.

Even though my babies, the Usos, lost their tag titles earlier in the year. They’re still the greatest tag team ever.

“I needed this sun baby.” You look over to your man admiring his big hazel doe eyes, his stunning dimples, and cheeky smile. “You deserve this sun handsome.”

Blushing like crazy, Jey covers his face. He was never one to take your compliments, always feeling like you were the perfect one in the relationship. Your perfect brown skin and eyes, your curvy body, and gorgeous face. But, you remind him everyday that he’s the most perfect and beautiful man you’ve ever laid eyes on.

“Enough with the compliments, whatchu drinkin’?!” His eyes slightly close due to the beaming sun. “A little strawberry daiquiri. Something to cool me down.” He smiles and lifts off of his chair to place a quick kiss to your lips. “Tastes like strawberries.” “I know.” You languidly lay your tongue out to reach your straw and sip on your drink. His eyes watching you intensely, the sexual tensions already rising…

You rise out of your lounge chair and sway your hips back and forth, as Mr. Main Event watches your ass bounce during every step. You reached the sliding door and enter your shared lavish house.

“Damn… I gotta have that tonight.” Jey clapped and rubbed his hands together.

Pussy's excellent and I know it sound a mess.

I love to make her toes curl as I'm lickin' on her flesh uhh.

Sex all night couple shots of Ciroc.

Crib on the water got LeBron up the block.

Money ain't the thing baby welcome to the Mark.

Diced pineapples talking diamonds by the jar.

A can of Dole diced pineapples exits the fridge and lands on the white marble kitchen counter. You placed your empty glass in the sink and pull out a can opener.

The lid of the can pops and your red stiletto nails clasp onto the juicy, yellow fruit. You moan as you bite into the decadent fruit. The juices fall in betwixt your voluptuous breasts.

Just as you moved to clean the juice from your tits, a hand grabs your wrist firmly.

“Let me get that for you.” Jey turns you to around, so you face him. He dips his head down and slides his tongue across the expanse of your cleavage slowly.

Your head lolled back as you reveled in the feeling of his rigid tongue. Lost in a sensual trance, you were led out of it as Jey’s voice boomed though you.

“Them pineapples taste just like you baby, real sweet… just how I like it.” His lips practically kissing your ear as he whispered into it.

“So, you want a taste or what big boy?!” Your hand wrapped around his chin, admiring his wet pink lips he just licked.

“You already know I do.”

Bitch so bad got me wishing I could sign her.

Uniform Isabel Marant when you on the team.

Double MG them other niggas fell off, baby girl I just wanna see you well off.

Your thighs spread across the counter and your man’s head lodged in between them. Your cunt made lewd noises, as Jey’s tongue glided across your pussy. The pineapples once in the can, jotted atop your sweet cunt.

“Mmmmm, fuckkkk. Lick that pussy daddy, eat it… it’s all yours.” Your voice hoarse as can be, with the way your man was devouring your pussy. His mouth open wide as he smooched your lips. Sliding his tongue crazily back and forth; swirling and curling it around your sensitive clit.

He places large and wet kisses onto your cunt. Strings of your essence pulling from every drag of his lips. Your pussy beating at every kiss, wanting more, but you knew Jey was an impatient man. Closing your thighs shut to stafe off that euphoric feeling, almost reaching your high.

“Hurry up and take your ass to the couch, you got five seconds.” Jumping off the counter and sprinting to the plush white couch in the living room. Knowing how Jey likes you, you begin to arch your back sensually.

You hear Jey let out a “fuckk”, as he admires your pussy spread wide open. He pulls his shorts off and you feel the couch dip behind you.

Feeling frisky, as Jey placed his hands on your hips, you arch your back deeper wanting to feel every stroke he gave you. “You so fucking nasty, you been waiting for this dick.” You looked back at him, ogling his taut brown member standing up at attention. “You gonna fuck me or n—.” Your body flings forward as Jey rams into you. Your hands quickly fall to the throw pillows and you hold onto them with dear life as Jey begins his brutal strokes.

He pounded into your devilishly, destroying your pussy until it reaches its wits end. Your wig twirled into a makeshift ponytail as he hit those long, deep strokes. “OH MY GO—DDD, don’t stop baby, don’t stop.” His sweet ministrations already a lot, but his thumb soon reaches your blushing asshole.

Your back dares to try and release its arch, when Jey pushes it back down. “You wanted to arch your back like crazy, then you gonna take this dick like crazy.” Jey rubs your hole and enters without warning. His finger abuses your hole and his dick stretches your pussy to new heights.

Jey’s grunts turn into softer moans as your pussy squeezes his dick with might and your hole closes around his long finger. “I’m gonna cum.” “Me too baby, wait for me I’m almost there.” You mouth open wide as he mercilessly pounds into your cunt extra hard, not slowing his pace. His finger exits your hole and rubs your sweet clit.

“Let go baby, let go.” Your pussy squelches as you began to squirt all over his thick thighs and all over the couch. Jey’s hips stutter as he releases into your gaping cunt. You both let out a sigh of relief. Jey then flips you onto your back and scoops up his cum flowing out of you.

His two fingers danced underneath the sunlight as he paraded them toward your open lips. You took his cum into your mouth without hesitation. You swallowed his juice and rolled your tongue out to prove you did it.

Smirking with a fond appreciation, Jey’s head lowers once again as he fingers your pussy, so you can push more of your sweet mixed juices out. He dives into your pussy once more and eats the cum that leaves your cunt.

What a nasty man….

THE END!!

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*Sorry for releasing so late, I hope it’ll leave you busy with sweet dreams 😭❤️!!

#jey uso #jey uso wwe #jey uso smut #jey uso x black reader #jey uso fanfiction #jey uso fic

[matsmurdock]

oh my lonely heart

Hi hello welcome to my first fanfic ever posted on tumblr.

This was written very quickly, with no skills whatsoever but I felt like posting it. The song I used in the title and in the fic is She Dances, by Billie Marten.

Also, you can find my work on Ao3.

Ok I'm done plugging myself, enjoy!

Fandom: Daredevil

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Rating: General Audiences

Summary: Summer's ended and you and Matt enjoy a slow and rainy Sunday together. (~700 words)

New York was finally getting cooler, the stuffy warm air leaving and making room for the wet and gloomy weather that you had grown to love. Especially in the city, you’d always enjoyed it because it brought you comfort. Summer break being over, the city bustling again, the puddles, rain falling against your windows… all of this brought you peace of mind, especially being home. Rainy weekends felt like you finally had an excuse to be lazy, because really what else could you do? You usually went out to get coffee on saturdays and then didn’t leave your apartment until you had to go to work again on mondays. 

Matt loved them too, and the fact that he didn’t patrol as much when the weather was bad because it messed with his senses meant that you got to spend more time with him. You would usually nap in the afternoon if he wasn’t working on a big case either, then you’d have coffee together in the living room and then on sundays you’d do chores together. 

It’s exactly what you had done today, and now you both were cuddling on the couch, soft music playing on the smart speaker that you’d sneakily bought a few weeks ago even though Matt thought it was useless. His fingers were combing through your hair, and you were dozing off while reading the book you’d been struggling to finish for weeks now. Listening to Matt’s slow breathing, he probably wasn’t faring much better.

“‘at time is it?” you heard him mumble after a particularly loud growl from your stomach woke the both of you up.

You looked at the time on your phone, “it’s almost six” you replied, “do you want to have dinner early and go to bed?”

Foggy made fun of you all the time because of how much you behaved like a married couple, and you were glad he wasn’t here to witness this because you honestly could have gone to bed right there and then.

“Yeah, that’d be nice actually.”

Matt had gone to take a shower after that, since you had volunteered to prepare dinner. You were dicing tomatoes and humming to yourself along with the music that was still playing when you felt Matt hug you from behind. You laid your haid back against his shoulder, trying to sneakily smell him without making a fool of yourself.

“I heard that” he snickered. Damn it.

“You know how much I love this new shampoo, I’ll have to thank Karen one more time” you joked. 

“Is that why it’s considerably gone down?” he asked, you could hear and feel the smile in his voice as he pecked the side of your head.

“I plead the fifth actually.” 

“Oh is that right?” he said, his hold around your stomach tightening.

“Yep, my lips are sealed” you giggled, before turning your head up so you could leave a kiss on his jaw.

The song on the speaker changed and turned the volume up. “That’s the sond I was telling you about the other day!” you exclaimed, putting the knife down to turn around in his arms. “‘Makes me want to dance with you when I hear it.” 

Matt hummed, listened closely to the song and said “that can be arranged, sweetheart”, before taking your hand and leading you away from the counter. His hands went on your hips as he brought you closer to his body. You laid your head on his chest, listening to his heart beating softly in his chest. You sighed, feeling so happy and in love that you tought your heart could burst. 

The two of you danced for the rest of the song, and when it ended you went on your tiptoes to plant a gentle kiss on his lips.

“God I love you so much Matt”, you whispered against his mouth. His hands tightened around your body and he reciprocated the kiss. 

“I love you too, sweet girl”, he said so quietly it was a miracly you heard him. 

Inside, you wished everyday could be like this, and that it would rain every single day for the rest of your life if it meant you got to spend the rest of your days dancing in the kitchen with Matt.

#matt murdock #daredevil #matt murdock x reader #fanfic #matt murdock fanfic #daredevil fanfiction #i haven't written a lot pls be indulgent #daredevil x reader #marvel fanfiction #marvel fanfic #daredevil fanfic #female reader #matt murdock x female reader #this is self indulgent

[captainsspnanon]

C2E64 - A Dangerous Chase - rewatch reaction

I think I’m ready for some journey to Bazzoxan tonight!  Definitely won’t get it finished, but ready to jump in.

(also I just bought a crap ton of dice.  I already have 10 sets.  I only play dnd once a month.  I am a full goblin at this point.  This was honestly one of the reasons that I was scared of getting into dnd, because I KNEW I would go goblin.  I tried not to for like, a year, and now I’ve given in.)

….So.  I also watch an Australian pokemon go youtuber, ProPlanty. …..I just want to know how he would react to this ad bit from Sam.

THAT’S a shirt that’s never been restocked!  Wonder what it looks like up close.

*removes a whole bunch of math in regards to locate object with the realization that the problem is not distance in dnd being bs, the problem is me and my failure to conceptualize any level of ‘higher’ math now that I’ve been out of school for ages.  I used to take calculus!  Now I use a calculator for everything.*  Well, one legit piece of info I did get is that when they sensed Obann at the edge of the 1000 ft spell, it would have taken one of them only just over 1.5 minutes to dash to get there.   ….wait.  *does more research*   World record for a 300 meter dash (which is 984 feet) is 30.81 seconds (Wayde van Niekerk from South Africa on June 28, 2017).   ….I am reminded of many posts online talking about how you really shouldn’t try to relate dnd to real life.  I am learning that lesson for myself.  (Beau with her movement of 45, using dash and step of the wind, would run 1000 feet in 44 seconds, so that’s at least

No I’m not going to continue that thought.  I am backing out of that tangent that ended up being useless and getting back into the episode.  I’m still only in the Last Time On!

For what it’s worth, I fully recognize that Laura and Taliesin both being in the black and yellow outfits means that I’ve seen clips or gifs from this episode for SOMETHING, but I can’t think of what it could be!

Ah, the discussion about “Orphanmaker”.  I still have quibbles with the reasons for the name, because it just plain confuses me.  I suppose it’s indicative of the attitudes of the tribe, that they give each other tough sounding names despite not living up to it, but it always ends up muddling how I feel about the name.  I also suppose that this is the point of the name though, that it ISN’T some narratively clear cut “Yasha earned the name through her actions with Obann but since she can’t remember it she doesn’t know how she got the name and thus how she would relate to being called it”. Instead it’s “Yasha was given the name by her tribe, basically just considered it a nickname/title, then actually ended up earning it under Obann which she doesn’t remember, which now adds a layer on to how she may feel or relate to the name once she knows about her past again”, which isn’t bad don’t get me wrong!  But it doesn’t slot easily into a story beat, which I guess is why I struggle with it at times (which says more about me than anything). To be fair, a reason for it may have been Ashley choosing the name to 1) sound badass and 2) give Matt something to play with during her amnesia times.  Does Ashley ever actually clarify out of campaign? (I also wish we knew what Zuala’s tribe name was.  As it is, I think we only ever know Orphanmaker and Skyspear?)

I love how Matt will present Option Safe and Option Cool and the group ALWAYS goes for Option Cool.  Travis’s delight at going through the Barbed Fields, the “ground zero of the calamity” is so palpable.  It also makes me even more happy that Travis was in the Calamity one-shot, he deserves it!  LOOK HOW EXCITED HE IS.

(I also love how Matt will sometimes take a joke and play it super straight – Sam asking Maruo if she’s seen Stranger Things and Maruo responding that she’s only seen half of the first season [hey me too], such a well balanced joke that throws everyone off)

Pike spoke Undercommon?  I did not know that!  Then again, I thought Yasha DID speak Undercommon.  No, critrolestats has her with just Common and Celestial.

Aw man, they never do get to Charis.  To be fair, I’m not surprised that Caleb doesn’t know what it is on a 26, I’m assuming it’s just a regular place in Xhorhas.  *looks at the wiki* Okay, a sweet little place, but not devastating that they didn’t get there.  Not worth a one-shot either.

I do love when this group is just all on different pages but all focused towards the same objective.  I think this is the most obvious moment of it playing out, with Maruo even referencing the mixed messages several times.  I don’t think any other group was this Messy, but it works when it’s the Nein.

I love the moorbounders so much!!  I think they’re about to lose them though, yeah?  Don’t they leave them in Bazzoxan and never get them back?  SAD TIMES.

I’m really glad that Ashley rolled high for Yasha to be able to share information about the Barbed Fields.  Because of where she’s from, she’s not really a PC created for infodumping, especially because the areas of Xhorhas that they have gone to are outside of her travels.  But being able to give a good chunk of info about the Barbed Fields has to feel good.

Ah, maybe this is the moment why I recognize the outfits?  Beau needing a short rest but refusing to ask for one, so Caleb immediately telling the group how weak he is and how much he needs a rest.  These two are SUCH a great pairing.

I don’t know if I remembered the joke before it happened, or if I just got it before they did it, but after Jester and Caduceus indicating to use spells at the end of the day, I did the little les mis singalong too XD

Ah no.  This is the Canon episode.  So far we’ve got “don’t shoot the messenger”, “don’t beat a dead horse”, and golf. Edit from later – and ravioli!

Slight spoilers for campaign 3, but I miss the sense of travel and exploration we have from C2, which doesn’t make SENSE because there IS travel and exploration in C3!  But for whatever reason, it doesn’t resonate as much with me like journeying through the Barbed Fields and stuff, and I have no clue why.

WAIT THIS IS WHERE YASHA GETS THE SKINGORGER???  I 100% forgot and thought Obann gave it to her!!  Maybe he only gives her the breastplate.

Fun fact!  I have no clue if this is just me or not, but I haven’t felt like any of Yasha’s swords actually FIT her, you know?  The Magician’s Judge, Skingorger, the Holy Avenger, Scaldsaber, they all SOUND cool AF, and apparently cleaver-style swords are her thing, but I dunno.  Maybe it’s because the fact that she did use so many swords that it ended up feeling like there wasn’t one that fit her well.  Unlike Fjord, where he has the falchion which just absorbs different characteristics, and then gains …. gains…. Hold on…. wiki help me….the Star Razor.  And both of those swords feel so strongly like they FIT, and the changeover has strong significance and character impact.  Whereas Yasha is just a little more like a videogame, swapping out one weapon for another when it’s better suited for it.  I suppose not everyone needs an Iconic Weapon though. How many weapons did Grog end up using?  Wiki shows EIGHT different weapons!  Plus just whatever normal axe he used at the beginning of the campaign which doesn’t even look like it’s on his wiki page so NINE?

For what it’s worth, cool combat!  Just not much to say.

Have I mentioned that I’m super mixed on the nickname Jessie for Jester?  Like, it’s a completely legit nickname that fully makes sense in context, and it’s cute that they all start having a nickname for her, so I do love that.  On the other hand, it’s just kind of a regular name?  Fjord, Yasha, Caduceus, Nott – all insanely unique names.  Beau/Beauregard?  Uncommon and rarely a female name.  Caleb is a normal enough name, but I feel like that 1) works with this concept, and 2) I mean, Bren Aldric Ermendrud is so not a normal typical name, and I feel like adding Widogast helps make it more unique.  And then “Jessie”.  *shrugs*  It’s a pretty stupid whine on my part, but it’s the bit of mixed feelings for the nickname.

Fjord giving Jester a kiss on the cheek, causing her ALL sorts of confusion!!  Honestly?  I’d love to know the out of game conversations that Laura and Travis had in regards to in game romance.  We know the bits said on Talks, but I’m assuming that those are exaggerated for humorous effect.  If I had to come up with and submit a question for the tower on 4SD, it would probably be ‘what is an example of some out of game conversations you have had with the other players or DM that you would feel comfortable sharing?’

Caleb uses Magic Missile more than I remember him doing so.  Then again, I think I underestimate this spell.  I remember being, not annoyed, but feeling like Matt wasn’t have Essek be super efficient during the Lucien fight when Essek just kept using Magic Missile. Probably just my own biases against the spell.  It IS automatic damage, no roll to hit or saving throw, so that is beneficial. Critrolestats says cast a total of 20 times, so it’s not like it was one of Caleb’s high use spells.  I think I think of it like Chromatic Orb – good for very early campaign and that’s all.  Can you tell I don’t play too much dnd yet?  (to be fair, also just played a druid, messing around a bit with a rogue now)

(looking at critrolestats, I’m sad that they didn’t track the spells that Essek did, but it makes sense because they don’t track NPC spells.  Essek is a PC in my heart, okay???)

I don’t know if this is the first time that Nott gets a nat 20 immediately followed by a nat 1 on the auto-firing, but I know it’s not the last!  I feel like this happens at LEAST three times.

Ooo, nice!  Obann name drop AND the Angel of Irons in the same questioning of the head!  Smart plays, good deception checks, and well picked questions.

I do wonder if this plot thread of the cult was always meant to be a sort of open closed plot revolving around Yasha, or if Matt has/had further ideas for Tharizdun.  It honestly could go either way.

I forgot that we got a canon reference to Marion’s agoraphobia before it actually came up for the party.  I like that!  I’d misremembered and thought that the party was the first time. Probably just the first time we clearly see it from her.

It’s very interesting seeing Caleb pushing so hard to stop Luc from being brought to the Chateau, because he’s so sure that Marion is now under suspicion.  Liam pushes it in many episodes, and while it’s discussed, it’s also discarded and Luc is still brought there.  In reality, it’s only in episode 128 that Marion is ever in danger, and it’s because of the break in at the sanatorium that the party do, nothing to do with the letter.

I love the games where they don’t want to stop playing and beg for more time.  This time it was an option!  But Laura needed to stop for health/baby reasons, and that takes priority.

#critical role #the mighty nein #cr c2 rewatch

[hypmic-writings]

Hiii, may I request headcanons of how Fling Posse or Matenrou (you can choose) would react during an earthquake? (Since Japan is a harsh seismic zone) I hope this request is ok and that I'm not generating any trigger or something!

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Pairing: Ramuda Amemura; Gentaro Yumeno; Dice Arisugawa

Genre: General

Warnings: Mentions of earthquakes and PTSD

A/N: This one was interesting to write out! It was different than a lot of the usual scenarios, so it was fun to flesh out. These are all 100% my opinions. Hope you enjoy~

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Ramuda Amemura

Ramuda absolutely hates earthquakes

for some reason, he’s like a cat and he can always sense when one is about to happen 

making him freak out and constantly be on edge about it

he knows what he’s supposed to do, but the idea of standing under a doorway or against a wall scares him even more

so most of the time he just runs under the table and covers his ears with his hands until the rumbling stops

he definitely bought a really sturdy, heavy desk that he can fit perfectly underneath just in case of earthquakes

although he’ll say that he bought it for the design of course 

Ramuda hates the way the ground feels underneath him, even if the earthquake is so tiny he can barely feel it

the way that the floor shakes makes him feel extremely uncomfortable and he always finds himself gripping onto whatever steady surface he can get his hands on

he usually curls up into a ball and closes his eyes, focusing on his breathing and trying to tell himself that everything will be okay

the idea that not even the ground is a safe space and that he isn’t really safe anywhere terrifies him

he’s definitely had nightmares about earthquakes before, even though most of them are overexaggerated and involve him, Gentaro, and Dice getting swallowed by the ground

Ramuda is definitely shaken up after an earthquake and he’ll have trouble standing upright without shaking

once the earthquake is over, Ramuda will try to go find Gentaro and Dice

he’ll play it off as though he was bored and wanted to play with them but in reality he just doesn’t want to be alone

because he’s scared that there might be an aftershock or another earthquake hitting again soon

Gentaro and Dice know about his fear, but they never point it out and go along with Ramuda

Ramuda definitely has some PTSD from previous earthquakes, but he refuses to admit it

and he’s more than happy to push down any memories of previous quakes and convince himself that everything is okay

but as soon as he encounters another one, all of the fear starts to come back and it’s even worse than before

it helps him if he’s with other people, but it’s not something he can plan for, so he just hopes that the next time one hits, there will be other people around with him

Gentaro Yumeno

Gentaro takes earthquakes quite seriously

when he was younger, he read a book about earthquakes and he saw some pictures of rubble after a really bad earthquake one year

and the images have kind of haunted him ever since

although there was a bigger earthquake he experienced as a child, but both of is parents were quick to pull him to safety and he spent the whole time wrapped in their arms

so whenever an earthquake threatens to hit, his natural instinct is to protect the things that are important to him

he definitely has a few pet cats and whenever they perk up or meow and hide, Gentaro goes on the alert, preparing for a possible earthquake

he’s the type to be prepared and has actually studied up on what to do in case of an earthquake

since he usually spends most of his times in his apartment or in coffee shops writing, he wants to make sure he knows what to do

when an earthquake actually happens, he simply reminds himself to stay calm, grabs a cat if there’s one lying around that hasn’t hidden already

and sits underneath his desk that he bolted into the ground just in case something like an earthquake were to ever happen

I can imagine him bringing a book or a pen and some paper to write down the experience as well

he definitely uses it in one of his stories and makes it super dramatic and makes the whole thing sound like he was in grave danger even if it was just a tiny little rumbling

Gentaro doesn’t really get scared from earthquakes, it’s more that he’s wary and that he’s prepared

and although he might joke about it to his peers or to Dice and Ramuda, he actually takes earthquakes quite seriously

Gentaro is quick to pick up on the fact that Ramuda hates earthquakes, so he’ll always call him after one happens and make sure he’s okay

even though he’ll disguise the call as just a check in or random butt dial because Ramuda’s gonna hang up if Gentaro even starts to talk about emotions

if Gentaro and Dice are together when a small earthquake starts, I can imagine Dice starting to flail around and Gentaro smiling and joining in happily

until Dice tells him that it’s serious and Gentaro simply laughs and pulls him underneath the desk

saying that he was just lying, and that of course he knows the precautions to take during an earthquake

and although he’s not going to admit it, Gentaro cares for his friends quite a bit and would never want them to be hurt

Dice Arisugawa

Dice is pretty accepting of the random earthquakes that might occur every so often

since Dice spends most of his days out and about, he’s only experienced an earthquake indoors a handful of times

most of the time, he’s in the park when it happens, surrounded by other people, so he pretty much knows the drill

there’s an open field of grass right in the middle of the park and that’s usually where he goes as soon as any rumbling begins

and there are usually some other people there as well so Dice is never too out of sorts

he’ll definitely panic and he’ll probably complain that the earthquakes happen too frequently or that they’re too much to deal with

but it’ll usually be out of annoyance, not out of real fear

since he’s never really around buildings or dangerous things when he’s outdoors, the earthquakes don’t really bother him

whenever he’s around other people, he ends up being the one to help them, directing others to come to the field and away from buildings and power lines

although one time he was inside the casino when there was a mild shockwave and he absolutely freaked out

because he was on a winning streak and the power went out for a few minutes and he was so close to winning the jackpot

but that has less to do with the earthquake and more to do with Dice just being Dice

I headcanon that Dice has a vivid memory of an earthquake happening when he was younger 

but since his family was so wealthy, the house was so big and his mother and father were on a completely separate wing

and there were no servants around, so Dice just hid inside a cupboard for a few hours, scared and alone

and when he finally left, his parents hadn’t even realized he was gone

so although Dice isn’t really fond of earthquakes, he tries to convince himself that they’re that big of a deal since he’s sure his parents would have looked for him if it actually had been serious

this is definitely part of the reason why he’s so quick to help other people during earthquakes though, wanting to make sure everyone is accounted for

if he’s with Gentaro and Ramuda, Dice is going to keep an eye out on the other two and make sure neither of them leave his sight

because he wants to make sure they’re okay and that they don’t go disappearing like he did when he was a kid

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

#hypmic #hypnosis mic #hypnosis microphone #ramuda #Ramuda Amemura #gentaro #Gentaro Yumeno #dice #dice arisugawa #ramuda x reader #ramuda amemura x reader #gentaro x reader #gentaro yumeno x reader #dice x reader #dice arisugawa x reader #imagines #headcanons #hypmic imagines #hypmic headcanons #hypnosis mic imagines #hypnosis mic headcanons #hypnosis microphone headcanons #hypnosis microphone imagines

[atinymommy]

𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒅𝒅𝒔 ༄ 𝒋𝒉𝒔

🍼 ⇢ ˗ˏˋ — JUNG HOSEOK; j-hope

☁️. . . ⇢ happy hobi day! i'm aware that this is a new years au but let's just not talk about it ok? difnfkskdkcj✧ ೃ༄

╰┈➤ cussing; MAJOR teasing;

nipple stim; hickeys; groping;

grinding; pegging;

fingering; slight exhibitionism;

degrading; aftercare;

petnames

(a/n: die is the plural of dice, just to avoid confusion lmao nobody dies in this story wodncnsjsj)

"i hope you're ready." you teased, smirking, as you shook the two cubes in your fist before rolling them over the table. both pairs of eyes hawked over each side the die rolled onto, until it came to a stop. it was hard to miss the smile that quivered at hoseok's lips.

both of you were intoxicated. the intention was only to celebrate being roommates for a year while it was moments before the clock struck into 2021. this had started two hours ago and ended up being a lot more than just two people rejoicing in abiding under the same roof.

hoseok had started talking about this game his friends had bought him for his birthday, with the biggest flush of red marking his cheeks and ears. you've always thought he was the cutest. he was the best roommate you could've ever asked for, and honestly a really good friend too.

which is how you both had ended up on the floor, snacking on some junk food and sipping on some alcoholic beverages. tonight you two had gotten as honest and open you probably ever will. hobi told you that he didn't date much because he didn't like the pressure of being the one to take charge. you nodded, agreeing with him about how frustrating the role men have to play in relationships are. two opposites ranting over the same topic.

"okay, got ahead." hoseok giggled as he removed his sock and wiggled his toes in your face. if you weren't under the influence, you would have found this less comedic and definitely wouldn't have popped one of his toes into your mouth for a mere millisecond. "that was by far the weirdest sensation i've ever felt." his face was red with laughter.

weakly you reached for the die and strewed them over the tabletop.

the laughter died out and the both of you just stared at each other - the die engendering a thick room as either of you processed the outcome. "w-we don't have to play anymore if you don't want to..." hobi's usually stentorian voice thinning at the end of his suggestion.

possibly it was his sudden shy behaviour around you or the lack of sincerity in his voice when he spoke those words but you drew closer to him, bringing your face directly in front of his. "why? are you scared, hobi?" you taunted, observing his eyes widen and the air caught in his throat. slowly you brought your lips to his ear, whispering, "unless you want to stop..."

hoseok closed his eyes and went for it. your taunting tone mocking him into acting on his true desires in that moment. he did as the die had dared him and he began nibbling on your neck, hearing you gasp lowly in his ear motivated him. when you ran your fingers through his hair was when he began to suck harshly, causing you to tug at his roots and moan as he brought blood up to the surface.

he pulled away, needing to refill his lungs and to evaluate the marks against your skin. you, yourself, wanted to see so you looked for your phone and opened your camera. smirking, you touched the area along your pulse. "not bad for someone who didn't want to play."

you put your phone away and hobi was already throwing the dice again.

the male gasped when he read them. lick + nipples.

"i-i don't kn-ow, y/n..." the male seemed unsure and fidgety, but the hard on in his pants betrayed him.

"i'll show you mine if you show me yours?" you suggested, to which he nodded in agreement to. both of you folded your fingers under the hems of your shirts, anticipating. "one.."

"two... three." you lifted your shirt over your head, throwing the clothing item aside, and looked over to hoseok. your eyes took him in for a moment. your heart was racing at the thought of him eating up every crevice and bump on your body but, thankfully, your mind was too fogged and occupied at the moment. instinctively you reached for him, feeling his heart beat under your hands as you roamed his chest slowly, and he just gazed up at you.

you took his face in your hands, locking eyes with him and seriously informed him, "if you want to stop, tell me." he only smiled at you and lightheartedly replied with, "don't ruin my fantasy now."

this ignited you. hobi openly admitting having sexual thoughts about you made you go feral.

hastily you pulled him down onto the floor until he was under you and you brought your lips down to his collarbone,  you littered kisses along it before making your way to his buds. your hand massaged his side as you flicked over his nipple. his made him gasp.

hoseok shut his eyes and allowed you to do as you wanted with him. he lay there, whimpering when your flattened your tongue against the sensitive nub. he bit his lip when you blew cold air over the now wet area before you teasingly kitten licked the other nipple. he moaned, throwing his head back and began squirming under you. you sat up, straddling him, with a smirk. "did you like it that much?"

"too bad it's over." he heaved, trying to catch his breath again.

smiling, you got off of hobi and found your way back to the die. you rolled them once again. you could sense the boy's relief with the probability that had played out as he went back to sitting on the couch.

massage + ass.

you crawled onto hoseok's lap, placing your knees on either side of him and he cupped your ass. he lightly rubbed over your jeans, feeling unsure of himself and slightly awkward.

"c-could you take your jeans off? you can s-say no." he looked away from you, glancing to the side at a low angle. his cheeks felt numb with all the blood rushing to them.

you stood, reaching for your button and removing the bottoms. he only stared at your feet, where you kicked away the clothing, and felt too shy to see you. just his imagination was enough to build this tent in his pants, he couldn't imagine how his body would react if he could eat up every inch of you.

unfortunately for him, you weren't having it. "look at me," you scowled, folding your arms and leaned onto your hip. hesitantly he obeyed and ran his eyes over your figure. hobi couldn't help himself when the whimper left his lips and his cock twitched. "shit..." he whispered lowly to himself in awe.

you inched onto his lap again, comfortably avoiding his boner, and his hands naturally traced up your thighs.

"this is by far the most uncomfortable thing i've done this year." he mentioned as he began to knead your ass. rolling your eyes, you leaned towards him and captured his lips with yours. while running your fingers over the nape of his neck, you pushed down onto his heat. hoseok moaned into you, squeezing you harder.

he felt a tingle in his body and your movements fogged his mind. his thoughts had left him. all the knew was you.

you waited until his eyes shut to pull away. smirking, you casually walked back to the table where the die lay. hobi groaned loudly, flexing his thighs in frustration, "you are the biggest fucking tease!"

chuckling, you threw the die. butterflies fluttered in your stomach when they land on suck + thigh.

"hmmm, i'm going to enjoy this." you taunted, watching him read over the two words etched into the plastic cubes. hoseok gulped, for the tenth time in the last half-hour.

his hands trembled as he took off the last item of his outfit — only leaving him in his underwear, just as you were. he only sat there, blushing aggressively, as you oogled over him. you appreciated his sculpted legs, softer tummy and broad shoulders. "so that's what you've been hiding under there this whole time, angel?" he was taken aback by the petname. it made him even more excited.

"p-please touch me, mommy." hobi pleaded, biting his lip to hold back tears. he was so overwhelmed. he just wanted to be yours in this very moment. all he could think was you.

slowly, you crawled over to him on the floor. "since you asked so nicely, i think i might." you could see the relief on hoseok's face.

you pushed his knees apart, getting a full view of the lewd sight before you. he mewled and tried to cover himself up but you swatted his hands away. "don't hide my property from me," you snapped. "this pathetic cock is mine. you are mine." the male felt weak; just from a few words he felt as though he could cum right then and there.

he moaned when you began placing hot kisses along his inner thigh, lightly brushing your nose against his heat before moving away again. hoseok's muscles contracted under your touch while you sucked on the inner most sensitive area and he let out a throaty moan as you massaged his bulge. "ah~ yesss- t-hank you-"

you removed his boxers. his cock straightened out and met his abdomen with a light slap. hobi pulsed between his legs, and you were about to lick his flared tip when he called out, "no! wait! ah~ i-i neeeeed you. let me f-eel you mommy! p-please! i've been a good boy!" he was whiny and desperate.

this was a sight you never thought you would have seen in a million years: your roommate spread out on the couch in front of you, naked, and begging you to fuck him. you weren't complaining either.

"stay here." you demanded while you made your way into your room and scratched for your strap in your drawer. the few minutes it took for you to put it on and return, the time felt twice as long for hoseok.

you spun the male around, pushing him forward and telling him to lean onto the back of the couch. obediently he got into position, rolling his hips back to show you his puckered hole. grabbing the lube, you lathered your strap and fingers in it before slowly sliding one finger into him. he sighed in bliss, wrapping himself around you as you reached your knuckle. "m-more!" he cried out to you.

adding another finger, you began to finger him. he moaned and hunched over the furniture. "yes~ ah- it feels so good mommy." he panted.

you scissored your fingers until you felt him stretched enough. he whimpered with how empty he felt without your fingers. it wasn't long until you eased your strap into his tight hole.

hoseok arched his back and curled his toes as he swallowed you up. you snapped your hips into him suddenly, resulting in the the loudest and most unholy sound to emit from hobi. his whole body fell forward as you pounded into him. he had to hold onto the couch as you railed him.

you felt sympathetic towards your neighbours since the walls weren't soundproof at all but that didn't bother hoseok. his moans filled the whole floor probably.

your nails dug into his hips as you pulled him back while your hips rocked forward. hobi felt so wonderfully out out control as he surrendered his body to you — to use, love and bruise.

out of the blue, his phone buzzed as namjoon's caller id popped up. smirking, you passed it to him without losing your pace and dared him, "you should answer it."

"y-you're lit-erally fucking railing m-me! no!"

"be a good boy and try not to let him know what a slut you are." you sneaked over his shoulder and tapped the answer button. alarmed, hoseok put the phone to his ear, trying to keep his breathing far from suspicion. he bit his lip in an attempt to hold back his moans.

"hello?"

"hey! look, the clock is about to turn into the new year and i just wanted to say i love you man..." hobi tried his best to focus but his body betrayed him as a knot began to form in his stomach. he wasn't listening to his friend anymore. he shut his eyes as his high approached, and moaned softly enough for it to not be picked up on the phone.

"i- i- fuck!" hobi tried to talk to him but his thighs were trembling as you continued to hammer his prostate. he unexpectedly moaned the loudest he had that evening, as his cock spewed all over the couch. "mommy!"

you leaned over and whispered into his ear. "you couldn't help but let everyone know who's fucking you this good, could you, kitten? couldn't even ask for permission?" he whined in reply, too weak to answer you.

"hello? j-hope are you okay? hey!" you snatched the phone from the lump of a man hobi had been turned into and pulled out of him gently as you walked away. "hey joon, hoseok isn't feeling too well. he had too much to drink. sorry about that."

"oh okay, i'll call again tomorrow. i mean later." you glanced at the clock and it was true. hoseok came into the new year.

(a/n: don't come for me😭😭😭😭 that was an impeccable joke right there🤡😎)

"alright then, happy new year joons." you greeted.

"happy new year, 'mommy'." he teased before hanging up.

immediately you rushed to hoseok who was still in the same position you left him and carried him into his room. "shhh you did so good. i'm so proud to have an angel like you. what did i do to deserve you, hm? i didn't mean it when i called you those names. you mean so much to me."

hobi smiled at you, half asleep, and whined for you to cuddle him. and you did just that.

#sub!hobi #sub!j-hope #sub!hoseok #sub!bts #fem!dom #bangtan seonyandan #bangtan boys #sub!male #mommy kink #smut #new years #jung hoseok #hobi #hoseok #j-hope #kpop #kpop bg #bts

[lovenhlboys]

From a Distance (E.Pettersson X Reader)

Chapter 2

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A/n: Hi!! Here’s chapter 2!!! This chapter is from Elias’s POV, the rest of the chapters will be a combo of the two (and probably one or part of one) will be from Brock’s POV eventually😁 these first two chapters are more just setting up everything. please let me know what you think! All feedback is appreciated!!!!

Warnings: A LOT of cursing (sorry...sorta), Petey not listening, might be a little cheesy (I’m not sorry), an attempt at Swedish (pls let me know if It’s wrong), I think that’s it, lmk if I missed one

Paring: Elias Pettersson X Fem!Reader

Genere: enemies-ish —>friends —> lovers

Legend: on chapter 1

Word Count: 1.8k (this is the shortest one)

Summary: Yeah so, Elias has a “teenage-reminiscent” crush on the one girl he was terrified to like, so he makes a plan to just be her friend, it doesn’t go to well, so he makes a new one.

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PRESENT

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Petty had a crush on Y/N. Y/N Boeser, the one fucking girl he can't have. His best friend's little sister.

When he met her at the mid-point of his rookie year, he'd already heard a lot about her. Brock had told him so many stories and he learned so much about the infamous Y/N, and the more he learned, the more he really liked her. Then there were the other stories Brock told him, the ones that included guys. One he recalls quite clearly.

November, 2018

They were sitting on Brock’s couch, watching One Tree Hill,

“Petey, have I ever told you about Chad?” Brock started.

“No, why?”

“Chad was my best friend in middle school, all the way up to my senior year. Then he wanted to date Y/N.”

“What do you mean ‘up to’ your senior year?” His attention was taken away from the show completely at the mention of her name.

“Well, I told him I didn’t want him to go out with her, but that it was her choice, not mine. So he asked her out, and they dated for like 3 months. Then he broke her heart.”

“What did you do?” Elias was curious.

“Oh, I broke his face”

Elias was shocked, he’d never known Brock to be anything but a (slightly obnoxious) ray of sunshine. “...oh, uh... so what happened to Chad after that?”

“I stopped being friends with him, and so did the rest of my group of friends. Normally I’m not like that, but he messed with Y/N/N.”

“Yeah, I get that. My brother’s girlfriend is basically like my sister and if anyone hurt her, I don’t know what I would do.”

“Yeah so anyways-“

Elias zoned out as Brock kept talking, just thinking about what would happen if he asked Y/N out. He decided then that no matter how perfect and incredible she was, it wasn’t worth his friendship and career with his best friend. He’d just be her friend if anything. And who knows, maybe he’d never even meet her in person.

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Now, as he’s walking to the break room Brock asked him to meet him in, he's remembering tjrs how ignorant that plan was. Because once he met her, it was a lot more challenging than he could’ve imagined. The second he met her in person, that plan was incinerated as a possibility.

Dice and ice (February)  2019:

Elias showed up 20 minutes early, he is so nervous. This is his first dice and ice and from what people told him, he knows this isn’t his kind of event. He’s not social, he’s an awkward Swedish hockey player. Not to mention the amount of extra attention he’s sure to get tonight. Brock had told him how much attention he received when he was the star rookie, and that made Elias even more anxious. Thanks, Brock. 

He paced near the front waiting for Brock to get there, imagining all of the ways he could humiliate himself in front of everyone. He was in between “eating too much fancy food and throwing up” and “getting so nervous he forgets how to speak English” for being the worst.

Just as he started to get nauseous from remembering the rookies have to do a performance every year, he found himself unable to breathe. This wasn’t because of the inevitable doom tonight was bound to bring though. He saw the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen on the arm of his best friend. Her dress, her hair, her makeup, her legs, everything he could see was just beautiful.

“Petey!” Brock shouted. 

Elias couldn’t speak still but he made eye contact with Brock. 

“Woah bud, you doin’ ok?” He said with a concerned look.

A choked, “Uh…” was the only thing that came out. Though, he felt that was a sufficient answer to Brock’s question. Elias’s eyes made their way back to the girl now standing behind Brock, since Brock took it upon himself to grab Elias’s face and get very close. He inspected Elias, seeing if maybe he was sick or had a concussion. 

Brock must have been satisfied with what he saw since he took a step back, letting go of Elias’s face. That’s when he noticed his best friend looking at his “date” for the night. 

“Petey, this is Y/N/N, Y/N/N Petey,” Brock said, gesturing to the two of you. 

“Y/N/N?” He asked, suddenly able to speak again. He was looking at Brock with scrunched eyebrows. ‘Is it actually her?’ was all her could think.

“Yeah, Y/N/N, you know, my sister that I’ve told you about at least 20 times?”

Elias nodded and looked back at her.

She waved a little, “Hi, it’s Elias right?” she asked.

“Hmm? Uh, yeah, that’s right.” if he wasn’t sweating before, he definitely was now. “It’s Y/N?”

She nodded “yeah but you can call me Y/N/N, most people do.”

He likes her first name though, he thinks it’s such a perfect name, so he decided to just call her Y/N.

All three of them stood there awkwardly for a moment. Though to Elias, it felt like it could’ve been a few hours. He was completely mesmerized and terrified by you.

Brock cleared his throat, pulling Elias back to the world, “so, let’s head inside?”

“Yeah sounds good,” Elias walked in and held the door open for her and Brock.

Walking in right behind them was Jacob, he put his hand on Elias’s shoulder.

“mår du bra? du ser sjuk ut. (are you okay? You look sick.),” he asked.

“Jag kommer att bli bra (I will be fine),” he responded with an unconvincing grin.

As the night went on, Elias couldn’t seem to relax; he kept making sure his tie was straight and he couldn’t stop fixing his hair. For a while, he had to take pictures with the fans and families, with Brock...obviously.

“You just need to relax, Petey,” he had said this about 5 times already.

“I know, I just don’t want to embarrass myself, I’m not very social. I hate these events.”

Brock chuckled, “I swear, the more I learn about you, the more and more I think you and my sister are the same person. The only reason why she’s here is cause I bought her a new fancy dress and cause she’s gonna try and kiss some ass and get a job with management.”

“Wait, so she’s moving here?”

“Oh yeah, I asked her to. Depending on if she gets the job, of course, which she’s sure to get with her resume.”

“Oh, cool.”

“Hey, I’m gonna go find her, you need to relax, just breathe,” Brock said as he stood up to walk away, “And stop imagining the worst things that could happen,” knowing his best friend all too well.

Elias walked over and sat with Bo and Holly, just trying to get through this night without having a panic attack.

The rest of the night went fine, no vomiting or forgetting English, but he couldn’t stop thinking about her. Because of his luck, that’s when he saw Y/N, and he couldn't look away. She was standing in the corner, looking insanely nervous. Before he could think about it, he was walking over to her. 

“You doing ok?” he asked.

“That obvious?”

He looked down at his shoes, “Hey, at least you don't look sick like I did apparently.”

That made her laugh, one of the happiest sounds he’d ever heard. “Yeah, you didn’t look too happy to be here.”

“Well, these events aren’t really my thing. I heard they aren’t yours either?” he finally looked in her eyes, which was not a smart decision.

“God, no, absolutely not. I hate these things, I don’t get why I need to dress like this and kiss up to people to get a job that I’m already very qualified for.” She took a pause, “even though I do love this dress...”

There was a little silence as Elias wasn’t sure what to say, he decided on, “If it helps, you look very pretty, and I like that dress too.” 

She blushed, “thank you, you don’t look too bad yourself, Elias”

The way she said his name sent chills up his spine, Brock introduced him as Petey, but not once had she called him that. She only called him Elias, and it sounded perfect coming from her mouth. The thing about her was, the more he looked at her, the more beautiful she became in his eyes. The way she laughed, the way she stood with her legs crossed, the way she constantly crossed her arms. To most she probably seems unwelcoming cold, and closed off but to Elias, he saw someone just like himself and-

Oh shit, what is he doing?

He’s literally doing the exact opposite of what he said he was going to, he needs to get away from her. He needs a drink is what he really needs.

That’s when Brock walked over, “hey! There are the two most unfun people in this place!”

“Jackass,” she quipped.

“I’m gonna go talk to Marky,” Elias said, trying to make his escape.

“Fine then, leave me to avoid socializing alone, I guess” she called at him sarcastically.

He nervously laughed and turned around, quickly making his way to the patio that he knew was empty.

Once he got outside he took a deep breath. “Fuck,” he sighed.  He stood there thinking of what he needed to do. He couldn’t end up like ‘Chad,’ he had to stop whatever this is that’s happening to him when he saw her. He’s never felt like this, he’s never even had a girlfriend for Christ’s sake. How the hell did he feel like this for a girl he doesn’t really know? He wished he’d never met her; when he’d never met her in real life, he could imagine she looked weird, or maybe she was really rude (not that he thought anyone related to Brock could be rude). However, that could not have been farther from the truth. She was amazing, and so incredibly beautiful, but not in the conventional way like most of the WAGs here tonight, most of them fit the “hot model, super social, 50,000 picture taking” stereotype that Elias personally didn’t find all that appealing. Shes the perfect height for him, perfect size for him, her hair color and length was even perfect, and that was the problem. She was everything he didn’t want her to be, and more. Her personality was exactly what he wished his future wife’s personality would be: sweet with a little bit of sass, would rather stay inside, doesn’t take shit from people, while still a bit awkward, witty humored, sports loving, lazy Sunday having, and just goddamn perfect. The first word that came to mind when thinking of Y/N, was just that: Perfect.

So he knew what he had to do, he couldn’t be her friend. One small conversation proved that tonight. He had to avoid her as best he could, and do the things he didn’t want to do to her: be cold, shut her out, not talk to her alone. It was going to be incredibly difficult, but he valued Brock's friendship too much.

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PRESENT

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As he looks back, it was the best decision. It was definitely torturous to him, but he had to. Especially after literally every one of his closest teammates was basically like a big brother to her, or a best friend, or a “cuddle buddy” whatever that meant. He can’t even imagine what would happen now. JT, Bo, Brock, Troy, Thatcher, Marky, even Quinn would have his head if he tried anything. And God if he wasn’t terrified of the rage in JT’s eyes when anyone messed with Y/N, it wasn’t human and no one can convince Elias otherwise...seriously fucking terrifying.

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[fuck-customers]

I work the return desk for a "home improvement" store. Yesterday I had a couple come in with a pellet stove they’d ordered, the special order paperwork for it, and a receipt for it. They told me this sob story about how they bought it just under a year ago and it stopped working and it was their only source of heat and they live on the mountain and it's fucking December so it's fucking cold so I sympathized with them. They want to get a refund so they can get a new one.

Problem was, their receipt looked like it'd been dipped in grease and a lot of the ink was just gone. I can pull up a receipt a few ways: 1) by scanning a barcode on the receipt (no dice, it’s gone), 2) with the special order paperwork (it’s no longer in the system due to being a year old), 3) with the customer’s credit card (they apparently paid with their dad’s and then paid him back and he’s several states away), or 4) typing in some numbers at the bottom of the receipt.

They have to do some other shopping, so they go into the store while I try to pull up this fucking receipt info. Even though the ink is gone, at the bottom of the receipt are tiny, barely visible indents where the numbers once were. I need a store number, date, register number, and transaction number. I have the store number and date because of the order paperwork, but I have to figure out the other two somehow. The register number is easy, we don’t have many, but the transaction number is several digits and could be literally anything. 

So I get to work. It was a slow day, so I was almost completely free to spend over an hour trying every combo of transaction and register numbers that I could possibly see in these tiny ass indents. Nothing works. No matter what I tried: *beep!* “receipt information not found” *beep!* “receipt information not found” *beep!* “receipt information not found”. Over, and over, and over, and over, and over, for an hour. I cannot get this goddamned info to pop up. Finally, after what felt like eons, the couple returned and I gave up. The only option remaining was to do a no-receipt return.

No-receipts have a few conditions but two are important: 1) Any no-receipts have to come back as an exchange or in store credit and 2) it’ll give you the lowest sale price for the return. I explain all of this to the man and he says he understands the circumstances. We do the return. They get a store credit check for $1200 and leave. For a moment I’m sad that I couldn’t do more.

Then the woman comes stomping back in and demands a manager. 

I’m dumbfounded. In the parking lot, she saw the store credit and got upset because they bought the stove for $1300 and they absolutely must get cash for the return. She was apparently too busy with her phone to hear anything I told her husband. I don’t even try to argue, I call a manager over and let her deal with them.

Most stores don’t do returns without a readable receipt. The only reason a no-receipt was even approved by a manager in this case was because of their sob story. I could’ve just told them no, I cannot do this return. I did my best, my best wasn’t enough, and I am a fucking clown for ever feeling bad for these idiots. 

My manager basically told them the only other option was to undo the return and they would just get the broken stove back and no refund. They left with the store credit and I will never forget their faces so I know not to do a goddamned thing for them again.

#submissions #fuck customers #fuck retail #submission

[greenbergsays]

So, during the Halloween season, I came across and bought myself a Hocus Pocus tumbler. I love Hocus Pocus, as I’m sure you do, too. It’s a classic. 

I use this tumbler as my water cup, because the only way I can even begin to get my daily allotment of water is for it to be ICE COLD and received through a straw. Otherwise, no dice. I don’t make the rules, it is what it is.

As such, this tumbler goes with me everywhere. The last time I saw my dad and my stepmom, Stepmom was like !!!!!! over the cup because like you and I, she also loves Hocus Pocus. Again: A CLASSIC.

I’ve been looking for a cup for her ever since. I’m not a huge gift giver, mostly because I don’t believe in obligation-buying or frivolous, meaningless gifts. I give people gifts when I KNOW they’ll like them. 

It was hard to find a cup for my stepmom, because it was well after Halloween, and also because my stepmom has a very peculiar personality, not unlike yours truly. My dad often says we are cut from the same cloth. Glitter is not her forte, and all the cups I could find were GLITTERY or I just....didn’t like the aesthetic.

Anyways, I finally found one on Monday, double-checked with my dad on what he thought, and then Primed it to their house. She’s set to receive it tomorrow.

I tell you ALL OF THIS to tell you this:

I’m going to see them on Friday, just me and my oldest nephew, for a one-on-one dinner. Like everyone else, we’ve had to change what we do this year, so no big family get together. But my household is small and I’m the only one that ever leaves to go to work, where I’m in a closed office away from everyone, so my dad feels comfortable having us over.

I’ve said many times before that I don’t celebrate Christmas. It’s a holdover from being raised a Witness. After my parents divorced, my dad began celebrating again, and I told him then that he shouldn’t get me anything. He ignored me, which is...not great, but ya know, I make concessions for my mom, so I feel like this is a concession for him.

The point is: no, I don’t celebrate Christmas, but my dad does, so every year, he gets me gifts. I’ve never bought a Christmas present in my life and I don’t plan to change that in the future.

But my dad is trying to turn a thoughtful gift for my stepmother into a Christmas thing, to the point of telling me that he would wrap it so that she and I could open gifts together. 

That’s not what I want. It’s not what I’m comfortable with. I know that sounds silly, I know it doesn’t make sense, but it is what it is. This is my line in the sand, this is where the concession stops being okay and starts to make me uncomfortable.

So this whole post is basically to say this: don’t do this to anyone you care about. As friends, as family, we make concessions for each other every day. 

That’s not inherently a bad thing. Concessions can be big or small, and as long as you’re comfortable with it, do as you please to keep a steady relationship with the people in your life. 

But pushing your ideals or customs onto someone even though you know they’re not okay with it is rude. Trying to push someone past their line in the sand when you KNOW where and what it is? It’s rude. I don’t care if your customs are considered ~mainstream~, it’s still not okay.

All these rambley words just to remind everyone to respect other people. Respect their feelings, their boundaries, and respect them even when they don’t line up with yours.

#rl shit #long post #i might delete this later i'm just frustrated #don't do the thing!!! #just don't do it! #my boundaries might be weird! they might not make any sense at all! but they're still mine!

[liss-99]

Also Benophie + Cruel Summer

It started off as a fling, innocent, sexy, freeing. He was from a completely different world than she was, and many people wouldn’t understand their relationship. But the thrill of it, his lips on hers, it was like a fever dream high. There, in the quiet of the night, Sophie knew she had caught it; whatever it was. 

Benedict was different from any guy she’d ever dated, a bad, bad boy, a shiny toy with a price. His family was rich, he’d been educated at only the best schools, raised to join the family dynasty. Sophie was a hotel maid, trying to pay her way through school, an orphan who lived paycheck to paycheck. Benedict had been a guest at her hotel at the beginning of June; he was intoxicating, and though he was a shiny toy with a price, Sophie bought it. 

The affair started; he wasn’t with anyone else, so it wasn’t truly an affair, but they both knew they didn’t fit in each other’s worlds. So instead, Sophie spent those hot summer nights killing herself slowly, staring out her window, waiting for Benedict to arrive below. 

Benedict knew he was charming, he knew women would fall in line to be with him, and he loved how it made him feel, like a devil who controlled the game, being the one to roll the dice. Sophie was everything he never knew he needed, an angel who rolled her eyes at his contest. Suddenly all of the other women were forgotten; he needed to have Sophie and only Sophie. 

She knew it was a dangerous game, what she was attempting with him, but, she also knew that what hadn’t killed her yet just made her want him more. 

At night, when they fell into the sheets together, it was new, the shape of their bodies. Never before had each ever fit so perfectly with another person. 

Sophie felt exhilarated, yet blue, knowing whatever they were doing, it was likely going to come to an end at the end of the summer, cruel as it was. 

Her friends asked her what she was doing, if she was okay with this casual relationship, a relationship that likely wasn’t going to lead to anything else. 

“it’s cool,” that’s what she’d tell them. 

There were no rules in the breakable heaven she and Benedict had created. They were having fun, there were no expectations, it was heaven, but one that would come to an end. The heat of summer and the heat of their relationship kept her warm at night, but the cruel reality of the situation splashed her when she woke. 

Benedict was drawn to her, Sophie, and it was a feeling he’d never known before. That fateful night back in June, when he checked himself into a hotel for a night, had been the start of the greatest summer of his life. In the dog days of summer now, however, he wasn’t sure what to do about the feelings growing in his heart. He knew Sophie had been through the wringer of life, and he knew his world would be judgmental of her, but he was suddenly not caring at all. 

He found her at the end of her shift, down a dark hallway at the end of the maids' room. She was standing by the vending machine, and he wrapped his arms around her waist, turning her to face him. 

There, in the glow of the vending machine, with his head hung low near hers, Sophie swore he was the most beautiful creature to exist. They had been toying with the idea of going public, officially acknowledging one another as boyfriend and girlfriend, but Benedict was worried about the judgment she’d receive. Referring to their relationship and the sinking ship of it he believed her to be on, she said, 

“I’m not dying.” 

“Sophie, it’s going to be so hard, we’re just gonna screw it up and hurt each other, these are trying times and the people in my world are sharks.”

“We’re not trying,” she said, looking directly into his eyes. 

Benedict wanted her, wanted to exclaim to the world she was his, but the fear of the world ruining them overtook him, so he kept the headlights cut, felt the plunge of summer’s knife in his chest. He wanted her, but he didn’t want her to lose herself in being with him. 

They had been together in secret for three months now, he was taking her back to his place, as he’d done many nights before. Sophie was drunk in the back of the car, lush from the bubbles of the expensive champagne he’d bought. They had been at a bar, together in a dark booth in the back. There in the Uber, Sophie was crying like a baby. He held her and asked her what was wrong, though he already knew the answer. 

“I’m fine,” she said. 

“That’s not true,” he retorted. 

“I don’t want to keep secrets just to keep you!”

And by then, they’d arrived back at his place. When they crashed inside, the alcohol had fired them both up, that when she pushed him down onto his bed, she screamed, for whatever it was worth, 

“I love you,” and thought wasn’t that the worst thing he’d ever heard?

But Benedict looked up at her grinning like a devil, as if hearing those words had changed everything. Suddenly, with ‘love’ thrown into the equation, his fears and worries dissipated. He realized that if they loved each other, nothing else mattered. He replied with his own husky 

“I love you,” and then captured her mouth with his...summer wasn’t so cruel after all. 

Taylor Swift Bridgerton One-Shots

#benedict bridgerton #sophie beckett #benophie #benedict x sophie #taylor swift #cruel summer #bridgerton #bridgerswift

[lovelyirony]

for the made up fic title game what about... 'dice la canción que algún te llevarás mi tristeza (entre miles de colores)' which translates to 'the song says that someday you'll take away my sadness (in between a million colours)' 🥤

Tony knows that everyone thinks that soulmates fix everything. He’s seen all the movies of hopeful young women looking at the elegant, painted-on-script on their arms, starry looks pasted on as they sing some bullshit song about waiting for their true love. 

He’s read books about a man finding the love of his life in a diner, and how much love they both have for each other. It’s hailed as a literary classic and it’s his classmate’s (Timothy’s) favorite book. 

Movies and books. Some of the best tools for hiding realities. 

Here’s another thing that Tony has seen, read into: his parents’ relationship. 

Mama has the words wrapped up her leg, calling her gorgeous and wonderful. 

It’s a lie, of course. No one thinks their words lie, but Tony sees it in the way that her stance always shifts to put pressure on her right leg, the one without the words. 

How even in the summer, she’ll wear long skirts to cover the words, how she carefully skirts around how the “love of her life” is doing in interviews. 

Howard wears long-sleeved shirts, flirts with other women and says that words don’t matter in the face of love. 

The oldest trick in the book, and they fall for it every time. 

But Howard was right about one thing: words don’t matter. 

Tony has his right across his chest, in a script that’s half-print, half-cursive: 

I swear to god, get out of my way or so help me god I’ll kill you. 

Really nice words. Wow. Tony feels so infinitely loved and cherished. 

His mother flinches when she sees his words, flinches at how cruel his soulmate must be. 

Oh, he looks like his father alright...but he’s just like his mother. 

Maria may not have the same words, never in the same tone, but her life turned out as if it was that. 

Wives were an inconvenience to many businessmen, and she was no different. She had known that a week after their honeymoon, Howard’s eyes curious and roaming. 

The kind of curious that she had fallen for, and then quickly realized that curiosity was a dangerous thing for him. Was a dangerous thing for her too. 

But she played the role of adoring wife, and sometimes they were together alone and it wasn’t-it wasn’t too bad. He would smile and she would remember the good times with fondness, and then she would bitterly remember that her soulmate thought she wasn’t enough. 

Tony sees her thoughts. Mama has never been particularly good at hiding her feelings from her son. 

After all, he learned all her tells. Has quite a few of them himself. 

-

But soulmates don’t matter, not to him, and not when he has college to go to. Finally escaping from Howard’s thumb, finally on his own. He got an apartment all to himself, he’s going to learn how to cook and not burn shit, and things will be great. 

No time for thinking about soulmates when you’re busy thinking about if you really need to get more than three pans, and maybe you do? Not sure. 

His neighbors are quiet. They don’t really interact much. They saw him move in, blinked, and Tony waved. Nothing else to say. 

He still hasn’t met the guy who lives on his left. Tony’s heard crashes and brief cursing streaks, and maybe one glass that got dropped, but that’s it. All he knows is chaotic sounds and maybe that his name starts with a “J.” 

- 

It’s just the beginning of October when Tony is juggling his groceries with his hands (refusing to make more than one trip) when someone comes pounding into the hallway, and Tony can’t see over the chip bag he has. 

I swear to god, get out of my way, or so help me god I’ll kill you, comes the phrase. 

Tony blinks. 

“Not if I kill you first, you son of a bitch.” 

The guy gasps. 

“Wait, so this isn’t a serious situation where my soulmate is shitty?” 

“You said something shitty first!” 

The guy looks back, and there is a rather murderous looking frat boy out for blood. 

Tony takes one look at the situation, decides that he’s not going to make this guy fend for himself against a rage-filled boy in dock-shoes and too much hair gel, and pulls him into his apartment. 

The boy goes flying onto the couch, Tony spills a bag of apples, and the frat bro is yelling at the door and pounding on it. 

“What did you even do?” 

“I kind of maybe took his bed and threw it out a window because he was being shitty at a party I went to.” 

“On a scale of one to seven, how shitty?” 

“One to seven? Who are you, who the fuck uses that scale?” 

“Me! I use it! Now rate it.” 

“Um, like a six?” 

“Hm, that is pretty bad.” 

There’s a thump at the door. 

Oh, the frat boy is trying to break his door down. 

Tony goes over. 

“You’re opening the door?” 

“Just...have faith in me.” 

“Not to be like that, dude, but I just met you like two minutes ago and even though we’re soulmates that doesn’t mean I just blindly put everything I have into you.” 

Tony grins. That sounded...perfect. 

“Oh believe me sugar, same thing goes for you. But I have knowledge on my side.” 

The door swings open, and in charges the frat boy, seriously not thinking that the door would open. He runs into the couch, flips himself over, and he’s on the ground. 

Tony leans over him. 

“I have a security deposit on this place that I’d rather keep, you know that? I also just bought ice cream, and it’s going to become soup if you keep bothering us. Now go or I’m going to call security.” 

“And what the fuck are they gonna do?” The frat boy spits. He’s trying to get up, but cannot. What a shame. 

Tony leans in closer. 

“I want you to really look at my face. I’m sure you saw it on the cover of Time as part of the article ‘America’s Most Influential Family’. There’s a lot I could do.” 

His eyes widen, and he scrambles out, near-about running into the wall. 

His soulmate breathes out. 

“Oh man, thank you.” 

“No problem. Always using my status to make things go away, it’s fun.” 

“So like...you said you were America’s most influential what, son?” 

“In a sense. Probably not. But sometimes people know me.” 

“Am I supposed to know you?” 

“Only if you really wanna work at Stark Industries and need a good word put in.” 

“Oh, I’m going to the military. Air Force.” 

“They got lucky with a guy as nice as you. I’m sure they’ll be proud of all the frat boys you run from.” 

“I’m Jim,” he says, holding out his hand for a shake. 

“Not calling you that,” Tony says, shaking his hand. “That is too close to an old man, and you look far from an old man.” 

"That supposed to be a compliment?” 

“Well, I should hope so. I don’t flirt with old men, I flirt with attractive people.” 

“You know, you still haven’t told me your name.” 

“Give me a minute.” 

Tony puts his ice cream in the freezer, coming back. 

“My name is Tony. What’s your last name?” 

“Rhodes, are you gonna use it for weird reasons?” 

“Nickname reasons. I’m thinking Rocky Rhodes.” 

“I’ll kill you.” 

“Not if you want to eat at the best restaurant you’ve ever been to.” 

“If you call me Rocky Rhodes, no promises.” 

“Hmph, fine. What about...Rhodey?” 

“I can always change it later.” 

Tony smirks. 

“Hm, maybe I’ll let you. But I think it’s a good nickname.” 

They both are silent for a moment. 

“You have any more ice cream?” Rhodey asks. “I’d, um, I’d like to get to know you. And I’ll pay for ice cream later.” 

Tony should’ve said no. He’s seen all the failure with his parents, he’s heard all the horror stories, read the words on his skin enough times in the mirror to know that everything could mean nothing and that nothing could mean everything. 

But he smiles. 

“I’ll keep a running tab.” 

- 

It doesn’t end up like Howard and Maria, no matter how many times Tony thinks it will, wonders if he acts like it, if it will all descend into madness and he’ll be right. 

Rhodey is patient and he calls Tony out on his bullshit. They both smile at each other over cups of coffee, evening argument forgotten. 

When Rhodey has to go overseas, he always gets ragged on by his peers because he buys the cheesiest souvenirs. He never tells them who it’s for, and it’s not until Tony adds the absolutely terrible rendition of the Statue of Liberty onto his personal key-chain for his car that they connect the dots and stare at him, open-mouthed and wide-eyed. 

Tony makes him the most decadent of meals when he’s back, giving neck massages and draping blankets that are so soft they don’t feel real over them at night. 

They come together and it’s like the ways that the actors and actresses smile giddily up at their counterpart, how the authors describe two coming together. Except it’s better. 

Because Rhodey leaves the coffee filter in the machine and forgets to take it out, and Tony nearly always remembers to take it out before it’s a day later and the kitchen smells like old coffee. 

It’s the way that Tony is only a control-freak about the thermostat, and keeps it at seventy-five always. 

“You’re such an old man.” 

“You’re just a weird guy who likes it to be sixty-seven! Who does that?” 

Rhodey grins, kissing his man on the forehead. 

“Me. But I’ll keep it seventy-five. For now.” 

Tony settles back into the couch, pushing his legs over Rhodey’s. He smiles up at him, and it’s...it’s the best feeling Rhodey could hope for. 

#lovelyirony writes #rhodeytony #anyways i love the ocncept of soulmates and how badly tony doesn't get it ! #rhodey #tony stark #iron man #war machine #soulmate au #also YEAH of course they fall in love bc rhodey pissed someone off #i think it's classique

[debbiechanclub]

“Personal Snow Globe” - Brandon Cutler x OFC

Title: Personal Snow Globe

Theme: @12daysofchristmas Day 4 - Snow

Fandom/Character(s): AEW/Brandon Cutler x OFC

Warnings: None! This fic is a big ball of fluff.

Word Count: 1,537

Notes: @champbucks wanted a Brandon fic, so I had to deliver. I must say, this is probably the SOFTEST thing I have ever written, but I’m quite proud of it. I hope y’all enjoy!

Find more of my fics here.

Tag squad: @hotyeehawman @freshlysqueezedmox @gabbynorth98 @comeasyoudar @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @librathepheonix13 @exe-sadboi-exe

For the first time in a long time, Olivia wasn’t excited for Christmas. Ever since she and Brandon had started spending the holidays together, they’d traded off which side of the family got which holiday. This year, it was supposed to be Thanksgiving with Brandon’s family and Christmas with hers—but while they had spent Thanksgiving at Brandon’s parents’ house, given the state of things they’d chosen to be responsible and not travel for Christmas. Which meant they were staying in Southern California rather than going to Olivia’s parents’ place in Western New York. And, while she was upset that she wouldn’t get to see her family in person, she was probably even more upset that she was being robbed of a white Christmas.

“It’s supposed to snow in Buffalo again tonight,” Olivia groused as she looked at the weather app on her phone.

“And probably tomorrow night, and the night after that,” Brandon pragmatically pointed out. “Didn’t you say Buffalo gets three times the national average snowfall per year, or something ridiculous?”

“It’s not ridiculous, it’s what’s supposed to happen in winter,” she returned. “Meanwhile here in seasonless Southern California, it’s in the seventies three days before Christmas.”

Brandon smiled and shook his head. He was used to hearing her complain about the weather in Southern California. While she absolutely loved it during spring and summer, by the time September rolled around she would inevitably get homesick for a chilly bite in the air and the actual need for sweaters and coats and scarves. Being able to walk around without so much as a jacket during Christmas was just wrong.

“You’re the one who decided to move here,” Brandon teased.    

“And for two-thirds of the year I love it! But that other third…” she trailed off. He let out a laugh.

“It’s just the worst.”

She pouted at him. “I’m really bummed, Brandon. Seriously.” She didn’t mean to sound childish or ungrateful; she knew how lucky they were that Brandon’s family lived close enough that they could spend the day with them, and she was doubly lucky that she loved his family. But there was just something special about a snowy Christmas—and if there was any year that Olivia could use a dose of that magic, it was this one.

Thankfully, Brandon understood. He was the most understanding person Olivia knew. “I know you are, Liv. But we’ll make the most of it. At least we won’t have to spend it by ourselves; most people don’t have that luxury this year.”

“I know,” Olivia sighed, suddenly feeling bad for complaining. He was right, she knew he was. He always was.

But the New Yorker in her couldn’t help it. She wanted her white Christmas.

* * * * * * * * * *

“Alright, this is the last one.”

Brandon grabbed a box from underneath the Christmas tree and crossed the room to hand it to Olivia. She accepted it with a warm smile. They liked to open their presents for each other on Christmas Eve, so it was something personal for just the two of them. Had they been in Buffalo, they would have snuck up to Olivia’s childhood bedroom after dinner with her family and opened them there. Admittedly, it was a lot nicer to get to do it by their tree instead of next to her marching band competition trophies.  

“This is heavy,” Olivia remarked, weighing the box in her hands. And then, her eyes widened. Somehow, she just knew what it was. She tore open the wrapping paper in two swift motions and let out a gasp. She’d been right—it was the Canon camera she’d been saving up for for months.

“Merry Christmas, babe.” Brandon’s smile was dazzling and infectious as he watched her unwrap it the rest of the way. Olivia was beside herself.

“Brandon… this is… wow.” She ran her hand over the glossy cardboard box, still in awe. That camera cost thousands of dollars. Suddenly, the Dungeons & Dragons dice set and wooden dice tower she’d gotten him—which had not been cheap—seemed paltry in comparison.

“This is too much,” she said.

“What?” Brandon gave her a look like she’d said the most ridiculous thing in the world. “No. I know you’ve been saving up for it for a while, but I had the money, so I figured why not?”

Olivia’s brow knitted together. “Are you sure? This is a really expensive cam—”

“And your photography is worth the cost.”

Tears immediately sprung to the back of her eyes. Brandon was too good to her.

But she couldn’t help but look a gift horse in the mouth. “Wait, you didn’t buy this to make up for us not being able to go to Buffalo, did you? Is this why you were gone all day yesterday?”

It wouldn’t be unlike Brandon to make a sweeping gesture like that; it wouldn’t be the first time since they’d been together. Plus, she hadn’t noticed this particular present turn up under the tree until late yesterday evening.

But Brandon shook his head. “No. I bought that for you a while ago,” he explained. “And I was gone all day yesterday because of traffic. There was still a last-minute Christmas rush even though people should be staying home.”

Olivia didn’t say anything in return, taking his word for it. But, as grateful as she was for the gift, she still felt a little guilty that he’d spent so much on her, even if he did have the money.

“Liv,” he gently squeezed her knee, drawing her out of her thoughts. “It’s not too much. I wanted to get it for you, and now you can use the money you’ve been saving for a rainy day.”

A smile crept onto her lips. “Right, because it doesn’t snow here.”

Brandon good-naturedly rolled his eyes. “I can take it back.”

“No!” She playfully snatched the camera away from him. “I love it, and I love you,” she said, and she sealed it with a kiss.

* * * * * * * * * *

Christmas morning, Olivia woke up later than she’d intended. After exchanging gifts, she and Brandon had stayed up late watching Christmas movies, drinking eggnog, and eating cookies—and she’d probably indulged her sweet tooth a bit too much. Thankfully, they weren’t going over to Brandon’s parents’ house until a bit later in the afternoon.

As she stretched and climbed out of bed, she was unsurprised to find herself alone. Brandon was an early riser, no matter how late he went to sleep. He’d probably already made breakfast. She hoped he hadn’t pulled out all the stops; she still felt a bit full from the night before.

She trudged into their master bathroom, still half-asleep, and turned on the light. But what she saw outside the window immediately woke her up.

Snow.

For a second she stood there, dazed and confused, not trusting her own eyes. She rushed to the window and pressed her face against the pane, peering out into the backyard. The “snow” seemed to be coming from one corner of the house, falling into the backyard. She looked down at the ground and spotted Brandon, looking up into the faux flurries. He saw her and waved, that giant smile of his on his face.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” Olivia rushed to slip on her house shoes and hurry downstairs, her heart thumping excitedly in her chest. She felt like a kid again as she burst out into the backyard. “Are you kidding me?” she repeated her question to Brandon.

He held out his arms. “Since we can’t go to the snow, I figured I’d bring the snow to us.”

She looked up and watched in awe as the snow burst out from the roof and floated down onto them. It felt light and cool on her skin. She was almost tempted to open her mouth and catch a few flakes on her tongue, but she thought better of it.

“How in the world did you pull this off?”

A conspiratorial smirk appeared on Brandon’s lips. “This is why I was gone all day yesterday. I got the idea not long after you started complaining about it snowing in Buffalo again,” she rolled her eyes, but he kept talking. “It was quite a task finding one of these things two days before Christmas, but I wasn’t gonna stop until I did.”

Much like the Grinch’s had, Olivia felt like her heart grew two sizes right then and there. She had no idea what she’d done to deserve someone as sweet as Brandon, but he’d just singlehandedly made this Christmas better than any other Christmas she’d ever had.

He walked over and pulled her close, snowflakes falling all around them. “Do you like it?”

“I love it,” Olivia beamed. “It’s like our own personal snow globe.” She gave him a kiss. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” he returned—and then Olivia had a thought.

“Stay here.”

She pulled away from him and hurried back toward the house. “What is it?” he called after her.

She paused with her hand on the door handle and sent him a smile over her shoulder. “I’m gonna get my new camera. I can’t think of a better first picture to take than in your Southern California snow.”

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OKAY BITCHES ON TO PART 2!

Also don’t forget to check out Part 1 if you haven’t yet!

British

Okay so maybe it’s in poor taste to start the British section with dolls I’m not actually sure are British, but fuck it. The one on the left is a doll I’m reasonably sure I got from a British seller, and the one on the right seems to just be a scaled-up version of it, SO. That’s what I’m going with.

No joke, the left doll is my favorite Sonic plushie EVER. It’s so incredibly fluffy and the proportions are just right and it’s really well-made and AUUGHH I LOVE HIM. Interestingly the doll on the right is made of the same uber-fuzzy material, but it doesn’t have as much of a fluffy effect because of the larger scale. Also the shoe stripes are ribbons for some reason, which makes them stand out from all the other dolls.

So this is from a line of dolls that, as far as I’ve ever seen, are simply known as “Europe prize” plushies. I don’t know if they were actual prizes for some sort of game or claw machine or whatnot, but that’s how I tend to see them listed. These dolls are REALLY nicely made and incredibly cute, like way more than usual. I also have the Knuckles from this set, but he doesn’t live in this net so he’s not pictured here.

I know this line also included Sonic (obviously), Amy, and Shadow, but I’m not sure who else. I’d REALLY like to get the others someday, but I don’t have much hope for that, since they’re long since out of production and prices just keep going up as everyone cashes in on nerd collector culture.

This doll is fine enough on its own (if a bit fearful in the eyes), but what’s really odd about it is that it’s like literally twice as tall as the other dolls in its line, for some reason. I have the Sonic and Tails from this set, and their sizes both match each other, but for some reason Knuckles is a tall boi?? Oh well.

I believe this set also includes an Eggman doll, but I’ve never seen it before.

I wish I’d thought to showcase it better in this photo, but the tag on the bottom of Sonic’s right foot here is the real spotlight of this doll. I don’t know much about the background of this doll, but i know that tag on his foot is what distinguishes him from other Sonic dolls, and collectors go NUTS for this guy. I remember missing out on one years ago because the shipping was too costly (it’s always been rough importing from Britain, but it used to be a lot harder), and for a while I thought I’d never get one. Oddly this one that I did eventually nab is the only one I’ve ever seen with suction cups. I’d like to hope that one day I could get the one that doesn’t have them, but I’m not holding my breath.

Following the last doll, I’m sure a lot of you are immediately noticing that this Tails also has the tag on his foot, albeit a very faded one. This doll is also super odd, because EVERY other time I’ve ever seen this doll before, it has NOT had the foot tag! This one is the only one I’ve encountered with the tag, and I didn’t even know it had it until it arrived in the mail. This doll is also about 50% bigger than the Sonic doll with the foot tag, maybe he goes with the non-suction cup’d Sonic plushie? I don’t know off the top of my head how big that Sonic is supposed to be, so it’s possible! Or maybe these dolls have nothing to do with each other, and I bought some weird anomaly. Definitely one of the weirder Tails plushies in my collection.

Australian

EASILY the ugliest doll I will ever own, short of maybe obtaining the Tails that matches this set. (Trust me, the Tails is REALLY FUCKING UGLY.) I have such mixed feelings on this lil guy because, as many of you already know, this is one of the elusive Sega World Sydney dolls, which means it’s EXTREMELY rare and thus meant to be treasured... and yet holy shit guys how did you fail so hard on this doll. I mean FOR FUCK’S SAKE HE DOESN’T EVEN HAVE SOCKS! OR FINGERS!! There were plenty of Sonic plushies in the world by the time this doll was created, and they all socks and fingers, let alone better designed faces. I dunno man, I don’t know how to reconcile how ugly this doll is.

And then there were two.

Those of you that’ve been following me for years have probably already seen these before, but fuck it, here they are again. The Sega World Sydney plushies are the ONLY official Sally plushies to exist, and like the Sonic one, it’s really difficult to reconcile how incredibly ugly they are. I mean I can at least cut them some slack with the faces I guess, because the one on the left isn’t terrible I suppose. I think the fact that she doesn’t have hands is really stupid, but I mean, if Sonic didn’t get fingers I guess I’m not surprised Sally didn’t either. No, the thing that really gets me about these Sally dolls is the hair. It’s hard to tell from this angle but it’s.... bad. Oh my god it’s so fucking bad. It looks like she had a bad incident with a weedwacker. WHO THE FUCK DID THEY HIRE TO DESIGN THESE PLUSHIES?!

Whatever, I don’t turn away official Sally merch. Vests exist for these dolls, but as you can see I don’t own them for either of these two. I do have a third, smaller Sally that DOES have her vest, but she doesn’t live in this net. Maybe another time!

More bad Sally hair, this time without legs because she’s a hand puppet. She probably has the worst hair of all of the Sally dolls I personally own, it’s very clumpy and matted. The others’ hair is at least still fluffy.

I’ll let the fact that she doesn’t have hands slide here, being a puppet at all, but even then it’s only because I’m feeling generous. There’s no reason she shouldn’t have had them.

SOOOO not technically a plushie, but it was in the net and I’m doing Sally items right now anyway, so fuck it. This is a mini-backpack, but the fabric is so furry that it’s pretty much impossible to get a clear picture. I left the strap there sticking out just to help give some idea of what shape you’re even looking at.

I can’t remember what I paid for this, and honestly I don’t care, because it’s so unique and I’ve never seen another one since.

Bootlegs

A friend of mine sent me this as a surprise a few years ago because he thought it was cute, and I definitely have to say it’s one of the more fascinating items in my collection. Most of the time bootleg merch is trying to imitate something official to confuse the buyer, but so far as I know this is completely original! I love it because it’s what I imagine Sonic would look like if he were an Animal Crossing character. The most bizarre detail of all, though, is that the tush tag has the logo for Detective Conan instead of Sonic the Hedgehog. I HAVE NO IDEA WHY.

This is a fake version of the Fang/Nack doll from Sonic the Fighters, but honestly, I don’t mind at all that it’s a bootleg because holy shit this doll is higher quality than some of my official ones! (I’M LOOKING AT YOU, SEGA WORLD.) According to the pictures I’ve seen, I think he’s actually even better quality than the original he’s copying!

It’s hard to describe just how nice this doll is, because the picture seriously does not do him justice. The stitching is perfectly clean, the proportions are absolutely perfect, the fabric is soft and high-quality, and oh my god the HAT!! The hat is AMAZING, it’s actually solid and holds its shape VERY well! The same goes for his tail too, on that note. Plushies with long tails tend to have trouble maintaining their shape, but this doll’s tail is really well done. He also has a much longer muzzle than most dolls of this time were willing to use, which again helps his proportion and overall accuracy. I don’t give one single shit that this doll isn’t official, I love him so fucking much! <3 <3 <3

Other Dolls

What can I say, I fucking LOVE Nick Wilde from Zootopia, and this is one of the best dolls of him I’ve ever seen. It’s actually really nicely made (they put a LOT of work into his shirt), and he’s very soft and huggable. Also, bless that smarmy expression, they got it just right.

Jumbo Tom Nook! This is the only jumbo plushie of him I’ve ever seen, so I’m glad I was able to nab it. The fabric is oddly shiny though, and I have no idea why?? I have several Tom Nook plushies from different doll lines, and I’ve never seen another one that’s shiny like this.

Decided to picture these guys together because why the fuck not. I apologize for the lack of clarity, but I’ve never been willing to open their bags. I want them pristine~

One thing I think is cool about the Undertale dolls is that there’s so much uniqueness put into each one. They all have differently shaped tags to reflect their individual personalities, and the plastic bags they come in have different patterns as well. The fabric patterns all completely unique to each one as well, so they’re not all clones of each other (especially with Papyrus).

You can actually still buy all of these guys right now on the Fangamer website! They’re pricey, but you get a quality that makes the price worth it, and you get a discount if you buy them together!

Vault Boy from Fallout, and for some reason I’m just now realizing that I don’t know what vault number is on his back. I feel like a terrible fan, FORGIVE ME. He has also never come out of his bag, so sorry for viewing difficulties here as well.

Companion cube ‘fuzzy dice’ for the car. This is one instance in which I have actually not used the car-related plushie in my car, as at the time I got this it was VERY difficult to get companion cube merch of any kind (these dice were actually a compromise with myself because I still couldn’t afford a regular cube), and after the work I put in to find these I definitely wasn’t going to risk them in my car! Just as well anyway, because they’re awfully big and would’ve been pretty cumbersome to look past.

...I did, however, put these in my car for a while. These are fuzzy D20 dice, because come on, if you’re going to hang dice in your car and have the option to use these, how can you not?? It definitely got a lot of compliments, even from people that simply saw them through the window. I didn’t even play tabletop games yet at the time, I just really liked them~

AAAAND THAT’S IT~ At least, that’s it for this net! Maybe I’ll do this again with the other nets sometime, if you guys would like to see more. I do have another one that also very much needs a dusting, so we’ll see!

Thanks for tuning in!!

#IT IS COMPLETE #I hope you guys like it! #please let me know what you think because this was a lot of work!