#Okay im ridiculously proud over it

[vigorous-botanist]

And now for something non garden related thing for once!

Just... look at my pretty box I remade!!

#Diy #Remake #Okay im ridiculously proud over it #There is still lil wheels to go and a button maybe

[i-earned-my-stripes]

I can't tell if I'm just super emotional because I'm getting over being sick, or if I am just an emotional person, but I legit was fighting tears on the drive home from work today cause IM JUST SO PROUD OF MY KIDS!!!

Today was my first day back after being out for a week. Two separate bugs are sweeping through the center at the moment, and I was the only one of my coworkers who was unlucky enough to catch both at the exact same time. So my kids have had a week to grow, and usually, there isn't a lot of change in one week. BUT THESE KIDS DID SO GREAT AND IM SO PROUD OF THEM THAT IF I DONT TELL ABOUT IT I MIGHT PHYSICALLY BURST!!!!

1. One of our kiddos is a really sweet, generally gentle kid, but we have had a problem of him getting super aggressive. Granted, he almost never is the instigator, but he will start throwing hands the moment his buttons get pushed too hard. So, we've really started focusing on teaching him to use words when our friends encroach on our space, try to take our toys, etc. Last week, right before I got sick, was the first time he used his words before going to hit. It was super sweet and cute and I almost cried. I'll tell about that more in detail if interested, but TODAY!! TODAY HE SPENT THE WHOLE DAY LOUDLY SHOUTING NO AT HIS FRIENDS WHO WERE TRYING TO TAKE HIS TOYS!! AND HE DID IT MULTIPLE TIMES EACH TIME BEFORE EVEN TRYING TO HIT (by which time we were usually able to intervene).

2. One of our older ones (~18 months) is a really sweet player. He has older siblings, so this is to be expected, as younger siblings frequently learn a bit faster from watching their older siblings. Well, before I got sick, he would frequently come up to me and just pass a toy back and forth together. He'd try to do this with other friends, but would end up too upset that his friend wouldn't pass the toy back, so he doesn't do that as much anymore. Well, today, he came up to me as I was sitting on the floor with two little people, smacked them together a few times and then gave them to me. INSTEAD OF WAITING FOR ME TO TAKE MY TURN LIKE USUAL, He then turned, grabbed two animals and started smacking them together a bit. After about a minute, he turned back to me, gave me his toys and took mine and then went back to play! HE WAS A) SHOWING ME HOW TO PLAY, B) TAKING TURNS WITH MULTIPLE TOYS, AND C) ENGAGING IN PARALLEL PLAY WITH ME!!!!! NONE OF THOSE ARE USUALLY NOT SEEN UNTIL A FEW MONTHS AFTER TURNING 2!!!! AND!!!! AND!!! AND!!! He recognized that not all of his classmates are at his level and he was engaging in play with them in ways that wouldn't frustrate him. Like, he spent about 10 minutes playing chase and peekaboo and what not with one of our ~14 month olds.

3) For the two weeks before I got sick, I've consistently had a fight with one of our kiddos about washing hands. He loves washing his hands, so I don't know why it's been a fight, but he would refuse to wash his hands before and after eating. I'd have to physically bring him over to the sink and almost wrestle with him just to get him to cooperate. Again, he loves washing his hands. He'll be smiling and laughing the whole time, but I'd have to fight to get him to do so. Today? Some slight petulance and resistance, but no fight!!

#i love these kids so much #i would die for them #they have my entire heart #i got stuck in traffic on my way home and was just tearing up thinking about how proud i was of their growth #i probably looked ridiculous #its fine #we're fine #everythings fine #im totally normal about this #we did have one heartbreaking moment #where our oldest accidentally knocked a toy over onto our youngest head right after they fell asleep #waking the youngest up and causing them to cry #and the oldest recognized that their action caused the youngest pain #and he felt so bad that he hid himself in a corner #he was prepared to sleep in the corner he felt so bad #i cane over and he immediately shouted im sorry and went on a very long babbling apology #i gave him lots of snuggles and then brought him over to the hurt friend who was already asleep again to show him that our friend was okay #hes such a sweet and emotionally intelligent kid #i love him #i love them all #hopefully by monday im fully recovered #so wish me luck in my #misadventures in daycaring #daycare teacher #toddlers

[tommiruewrites]

tewkesbury hc's !!

a/n: some of my random (and somewhat self-indulgent) flower boy headcanons after watching enola holmes 2! enjoy :)

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❀ loves the combination of chocolate and orange

❀ just loves citrus in general

❀ favorite color is purple, second favorite blue, third yellow

❀ knows an insane amount about plants and will sometimes randomly spew out a random fact

❀ the two of you are walking down the street, chatting about topics not at all related to nature, and all of a sudden, he's like, "did you know-" {proceeds to tell you the most insanely obscure plant fact ever about a flower you've never even heard of}

❀ loves animals

❀ and he's always so proud of himself for knowing it too

❀ random plant facts are also his go-to conversation starters

❀ is extremely clumsy and constantly knocks things over, trips over his own feet, etc. but all of a sudden, all the clumsiness leaves his body when dancing or fencing ?? he has beef with coordination idk

❀ his favorite flower is the one that reminds him the most of you

❀ he knows the meaning and symbolism of every flower, so he always has a reason or message with each on he gives you

❀ he also looooves poetry

❀ not afraid to pour his heart out to you poetically

❀ but only once you've been close a while, in the beginning he's a hot, awkward mess, tripping over his words left and right

❀ he does much better writing out his feelings at the start

❀ hides poetic notes in your flower bouquets, or leaves pressed flowers in your letters

❀ extremely dramatic

❀ the type of dramatic to claim he's on the brink of death after getting a single paper cut

❀ in fact, he's so dramatic that when little things happen to you, he overreacts for you. what a gentleman

❀ definitely a hopeless romantic 

❀ extremely good with kids

❀ slightly afraid of the dark

❀ his favorites are deer and horses, but he also just loves birds

❀ was a late bloomer when it came to walking, but started talking super early as a baby (it just makes sense okay)

❀ sometimes dances around in his room, alone, pretending he's dancing with you

❀ also practices romantic things to say to you in the mirror

❀ has super fancy-dancy penmanship and makes it look effortless

❀ really likes art, specifically romanticism style paintings

❀ plays the piano beautifully 

❀ also understands latin and is fluent in french because he's fancy

❀ very easily entertained

❀ also has a very short attention span for most things and gets distracted easily

❀ main love language is words of affirmation, followed closely by gift giving and acts of service

❀ loves his hair being played with

❀ owns a journal where he logs each day

❀ absolutely loves jam

❀ avid lover of jasmine tea and green tea

❀ also puts a ridiculous amount of honey in it

❀ oddly afraid of frogs and toads

thats all i can think of for now, hope you enjoyed that. 

side not, posted this on 11/11 at 11:11 my time bc im so cool like that. you're welcome.

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[aeomianamoure]

— emo txt’s reactions to you trying to be like them but failing miserably!!

warnings <3: reader is a crybaby, txt reassures reader, fluff

a/n <3: this was so cute to write! ):

you always liked how you’d dress; the pink and white ribbons in your hair, the perfume you wore, the mini ruffle skirts along with your lacy crop tops

that was until you started to date your boyfriend; and let’s just say your boyfriend was nothing like you

your boyfriend had jet black hair, a few face piercings including one on his tongue. he wore baggy black clothes all the time and even the music, films, shows and games he liked matched his personality

and you were totally okay with that until you met some of the girls your boyfriend was friends with and you didn’t wanna be bitter but you really didn’t like them.

you didn’t like how they had this whole “one of the guys” mentality you thought it was annoying so what if they don’t wear makeup and wore all black? did they want a golden star sticker or something?

but you didn’t wanna say anything to your boyfriend, you didn’t like the idea of being a crybaby about it in front of them although your boyfriend knew you were one already

and even through all of that no one ever told you that how you dressed was bad or that you needed to change it to have something in common with your boyfriend but you always felt guilty about it, fearing your boyfriend would leave you for a girl just like him

you decided enough was enough and you started to stop wearing ribbons in your hair, you switched your perfume to a more masculine scent which you hated, started wearing your boyfriends old clothes which you hated on yourself but you really wanted to make your boyfriend proud

you even got a fake eyebrow piercing hoping for the best since your boyfriend had one too and he looked really good with it

“what do you know about pierce the veil?” your boyfriend innocently laughs over your shoulder snapping you out of your thoughts making you jump “oh a lot actually.. this one song im low on gas and you need a jacket is really good..” you lied through your teeth because you absolutely couldn’t stand the amount of screaming the band does in their songs

“i don’t think so baby, you’ve never been high before” your boyfriend warns you as you try to reach for his edibles making you pout. “i know but i can totally handle it just trust me!” you’d protest making them sigh in defeat

your boyfriend was right, this was a bad idea. you were high out of your mind and more emotional than usual. “this is all your fault” you’d cry pointing at your giggly boyfriend “oh really? how’s that?” they’d cradle you onto their lap “if you just liked me for me then i wouldn’t have felt the need to try to be like you” you were hysterically sobbing now as your boyfriend looked at you confused. “you think i don’t like you for you? is that why you’re wearing these ridiculous clothing?” they’d giggle sheepishly wiping your eyes “you don’t like how i look?” you’d sit up “i mean i do if you do but it just seems like you’re doing it for me and i don’t want you to change yourself into me when i love you for who you already are” your boyfriend carefully picks out his words trying not to upset you even more.

“are you sure you don’t mind how i dress?” you’d ask for the nth time as your boyfriend helped you put on your stockings “yes baby i promise you look pretty as you are” they’d laugh kissing your knee before standing up again “also i dropped those girls i was friends with i know you didn’t like them” he adds on making you smile ear to ear

#angelina’s garden ♡! #coquette #emo boyfriend #emo x coquette #txt x reader #txt #txt x y/n #txt headcanons #txt reactions #txt oneshots #txt imagines

[gummydummy19]

Month six: Army nurse (October)

Summary: Sy is too grumpy and proud to ask for help, so you do what needs to be done.

Content Warnings: fluff, grumpy sy, bad writing idk lol APOLOGIES

Word Count: (idk Ill put this up later sorry sorry sorry)

October 4th:

“Can I doodle on your cast?”

It was Sunday. The most sacred day of the week. The weather had been getting gloomier recently, but you didn’t mind in the slightest. Fall was your favourite season by far.

You and Sy were hanging on the couch, 4 hours into the Harry Potter marathon you finally convinced him to partake in.

“Hmm?” He groaned sleepily

“Can I draw something on your cast?” You repeated your earlier request

“Like what?”

“I don’t knoooww…I’m bored” you whined

“You’re kidding right? You nagged my damn ear off about these movies and now you’re bored?”

“Well not bored bored just, I need something else to do while we’re watching.”

Sy huffed as he ran his palm over his face and down his beard, clearly debating you request.

“Oh pretty pretty please with a cherry on top?” You begged

“Fine! But I better not catch you drawing a dick or some shit” he grumbled, making you chuckle as you jumped up to get your markers.

October 10th:

'Syverson, I swear to god if you don't pipe down and eat your damn veggies Im gonna tie you down and make you.'

The man was stubborn as a damn bull, but so were you damnit.

“Is that a promise, darling?” he replied with that damn smirk of his, making you roll your eyes as you tried to hide the inevitable blush creeping up your cheeks.

“Can it and eat” you rushed out, pointing your fork at him.

You wanted to help him. That’s what good friends do. Sure, some days you debated to either push him down the stairs or kiss him silly. But neither of those seemed very friendly of you, so you settled for just helping him.

It didn’t seem to bad at first, but the longer that damn cast stayed on, the grumpier he got.

You understood he was a man of pride, you really did, but there really wasn’t any shame in allowing you to help him from time to time, at least that’s how you saw it, but try explaining that to captain grumpy…

October 17th:

“I said I was fine didn’t I?” Sy grumbled, trying to manoeuvre himself through the kitchen on his crutches.

'Would you stop acting like a damn child?' You yelled

'Then stop treating me like a damn child!'

“Im not! I’m just trying to help!”

“I don’t need your damn help! I’m a grown man and I was doing just fine before you came along”

Okay, that stung.

'Fine!' Have it your way!' you huffed, 'Aika, c'mere girl' you called out, allowing Aika to walk past you and out the door before you slammed it angrily behind you.

You walked through the chilly, orange tinted streets with Aika trotting proudly beside you, glancing up at you every few seconds.

'He such an ass...' you grumbled, hugging yourself tighter as the cold fall breeze huffed passed you, helping you cool off.

Part of you had hoped having Sy back in the apartment would ease your ‘crush’ or whatever it was you had going on. You spent months trying to convince yourself you were just horny and alone. Fantasising about your hot roommate while he was away was just a way of coping. Right?

Except that since Sy came home your feelings had been all over the place. You worried about him like crazy. Which kinda scared you. You were nobody to him, so why did it matter to you wether or not he ate his damn vegetables?

Every time he made a flirty comment, you thought maybe he felt it too, but then when you offered to help him, he’d get all grumpy and cold. Sometimes you just felt ridiculous for even trying.

Your internal rant got interrupted when you felt Aika’s leash tug on your arm, bringing you to a rather abrupt halt.

“Wha- Aika come on.” You called, looking back at where she was currently sitting.

For a second you wondered why she had stopped, but then you noticed something.

She was sitting right next to some run down costume store. Nothing special at first glance, but then you noticed something in the window. For $29.99 including fake stethoscope and the promise of at least 4 jaws on the floor per room you walk into; a mildly sexist, hot nurse outfit.

“What do you think, Aika?” You looked down at your furry companion and you swore she nodded in agreement.

You've never bought something so fast in your entire life.

October 21th:

“what...what are you doing? Is that one of my chopsticks?!' You shrieked as you entered the living room, only mildly horrified by what you were currently looking at.

Syverson was sitting on the couch, well, sitting wasn't exactly the proper term for it. He was damn near folded in half. His big, muscly body bend over his stretched leg with one of your chopsticks in his hand, trying to poke around his cast.

“My foot itches,” he grumbled “Can you please just help?”

The past couple of days you tried avoiding Sy. He hadn’t apologised, neither had you. You figured it was one of those things you best ignored, but as he sat there whining for your help, you couldn’t help but make a snarky comment.

'Oh so, now you need my help?' you commented, rolling your eyes as you stepped closer, Aika still by your side.

You took the chopstick from him and carefully prodded around inside his cast. Sy fell back on the couch, groaning in relief.

'Little lower...just a little-Ah! Right there, sugar! Fucking hell...'

His words alone made your cheeks glow bright red, let alone the damn sounds he was making...You desperatly searched for a change of topic, when a certain scent hit your nostrils.

'Hey uh...Sy? When did u last shower?' You asked, retreating the chopstick and giving his big toe a poke. Sy propped himself up to look at you, raising his eyebrow at your comment.

“A proper shower? Must have been months.” He replied, chuckling at your grossed out face

'I've washed the important bits, don't you worry, sugar.' He winked

“Judging by this smell, I seriously doubt it.' you replied, trying to ignore yet another one of his flirty comments. Sometimes it felt like he knew what went on in your brain. Every dream, every fantasy. It felt like he saw right through you.

“It ain’t that bad.” He said, just when Aika stuck her nose near his foot, quickly retreating once she smelled his cast.

“See that? Even our dog won’t go near it!”

Normally, Sy would have been quick with a response, but he was busy trying to ignore the way his chest fluttered when you said ‘our dog’.

'You smell ripe, old man. This could be used as a fucking nuclear weapon. One whiff of this and the entire middle east would wave a white flag in a second.' you stated

'Hey, watch your mouth young lady!' Sy shot back with a raised finger.

'I could help you, if you want.' you carefully suggested

'Help me with what?' He grinned, knowing exactly what you were saying.

'Help you wash...'

'My important bits?' he teased

'Oh forget it' you groaned, turning away making Sy laugh

Before you could get too far, Sy got ahold of your wrist and tugged you back, making you sit down next to him.

“If you really wanted to see my dick that bad, you could’a just asked, sugar”

'I'm just worried your dick is growing a second dick"

That actually made him chuckle. The sound made your heart soar a little and you tried to ignore it.

“Well both of my dicks are fine, thank you very much”

He sat up, his face mere centimeters from yours. His fingers danced along your face, brushing some stray hairs out of his way. His voice got real low and quiet when he said,

'Besides, I'm not allowed to get this cast wet.'

Your eyes grew wide, as they gazed into his devilish ones.

He was doing this on purpose. He knew how he made you feel, the effect he had on you, he knew.

It took ever fibre in your body to shake yourself out of it.

“Okay, first of all, I meant when the cast comes off and second of all you’d be wearing underwear you moron” you stated, “and you damn well knew I meant that.”

Sy tried to hide his grin as he looked down and gave Aika a pet on her head.

“Why do you insist on helping me so much?” He asked, rather serious all of a sudden

“Because, well…I don’t know, we’re roommates” you mumbled,

“Doesn’t mean anything” he said dryly

That pissed you off a bit.

“Well, it does to me.” You replied, “Your family lives far away, and I know for a fact you’re far too proud to actually ask anyone else to come and help you.”

Sy didn’t interrupt you, so you continued, getting a little more riled up as you spoke.

“I live here now, wether you like it or not. It might not mean shit to you, but it means something to me. I’m a good roommate and an even better friend. Im not gonna let you rot away. I wanna help you because I’m a decent fucking person and it’s the bare minimum I can do.” You rambled before adding, “Oh and truth be told, Sy, I figured you’d do the same for me if the roles were reversed, but I’m strongly debating that right now.”

You don’t know when exactly you got upset, but suddenly you wanted to be anywhere but here.

“I’m gonna take Aika for her walk now if you-”

“Could you please drive me to the hospital on Monday?” Sy interrupted you

“What?”

“My cast comes off on Monday, I’d appreciate it if you could drive me.” He stated again

“I uh, yeah sure. I can get a day off from work.”

“Thanks” he muttered, scratching the back of his head

And just like that, Sy had finally apologised to you.

October 23rd:

“My colleagues are throwing a halloween party next week, you should come. Get out the house, socialise, that sorta thing?”

You were driving Sy back from the hospital, where he had finally gotten his cast removed. The doctor said he needed at least 4 weeks of physio-therapy, but he should be fine, which was a huge relief.

“Not really a big fan of parties, sugar.” He replied “plus, I aint got no custume.”

“You have your army clothes, don’t you? I could splatter some ketchup on you if you want.” You joked, making him crack a smile, showing off his fangs in the process.

“Or a vampire…” you mumbled, staring at his pearly whites.

“What?”

“Uh, n-nothing!” You replied, focussing back on the road, “So what do you say, huh? I think a party would do you good, Captain grumpy.”

“Hmm…what are you going as?” He asked, brow raised as per usual.

“Ill tell you if you let me cut your hair.” You suggested

“Like hell! You ain’t touching my hair, woman!”

“What if you just let me wash it then?”

“You really wanna get me naked, don’t you?” He joked, making you role your eyes

“I meant over the sink but whatever, dumbass”

“Fine, ill let you wash my hair if you tell me what you’re going as.”

“And let me cut it?!”

“Okay fine! And Ill let you cut it! Just tell me already.”

You smirked at your small victory before saying, “I’m going as a nurse”.

Sy’s eyes twinkled at the thought of you in a nurse outfit

“Ill go with you if you wear it while washing my hair” he smirked

“You’re an actual dog, Syverson.”

October 28th:

“Are you sure you know what your doing?” Sy asked unsure

He was propped on one of your high chairs over the sink at the kitchen island. You had a pair of scissors and a bunch of hair products scattered all over the marble top.

“Sure, can’t be that hard, can it?” You smiled, “now just relax”

You checked the temperature of the water on your hand before gentle running the tap over Sy’s dark head of hair. Your free hand softly wove through his locks, nails massing into his scalp.

“Oh fuck…” he muttered under his breath

“Too hot?” You asked

“N-no no, s’perfect sugar. Feels nice.”

His eyes were closed and you could see the tension seep out of his body as you rinsed out his hair.

A proud smile tugged at your lips with every appreciative hum that came from him.

You studied his face carefully as you took your time washing and conditioning his hair. Not a lot was said, but you didn’t mind. The silence allowed you to look at his beautiful face. Every scar, every spot, every hair. He was so gorgeous it almost hurt your eyes. Peace was a good look on him.

When his hair was all rinsed out, you gently towel-dried it, before draping the towel over his shoulders and grabbing the scissors.

Your fingers tangled through his locks as you studies his hair carefully, trying to figure out a starting point.

“Alright so, I’ll just trim up the sides a little and just shorten the general length. Sound good?”

“Whatever you say, Sugar…” Sy hummed, making you grin.

You were enjoying his compliant behaviour until you accidentally closed your first a bit too tight, pulling the root of his hair so hard his head yanked back a little, making Sy groan in what you presumed was pain.

“Oh shit, sorry!” You rushed out, soothing his scalp gently over the sore spot.

Sy let out a yelp that turned into half a groan before it became a couch as he jumped up and faced away from you.

“I-uh…gotta go to the bathroom real quick, I’ll be right back.” He mumbled before walking off, pulling the towel off his shoulders and holding it against his crotch…

…hmm…weird?

October 31rd:

“I just don’t wanna go alone, Sy, come on! I don’t know a bunch of people there”

You yelled from down the hall. Sy was sitting on the couch in the living room, the same spot he’d been sitting all day.

His leg had been killing him all day. You just knew it.

Ofcourse he would never tell you because first of all, he can’t stand it when you’re right and second of all he didn’t wanna ruin her night. If he told her, she’ll stay home and miss the party, and he didn’t want that.

“You’ve been sitting on the couch all day! It’s gonna do you good to get out of the house” you spoke, standing closer to him now.

He finally looked up from the tv to see you standing in your nurse costume, stethoscope hanging over your shoulders, knee high socks hugging your thighs, heels just the right height…

It’s a shame you’re not a real nurse because Sy’s was definitely experiencing some shortness of breath…

“Nah, sorry Sugar, but you go have fun” he said, trying his best not to sound like he was in excruciating pain “I’m gonna go take a shower”

“A cold one”, he silently added.

“Fine, I’ll see you later then.” You watched as he made his way to the bathroom

It was clear from the way he was walking that he wasn’t doing good.

You heard him turn on the water as your rummaged through your purse, double checking if you had everything you needed.

After doing a final mirror check, you were about to walk out the door but you were stopped by a loud thud and a yell coming from the bathroom.

“Sy?!” You yelled out a little panicked, but you didn’t get any response

Before you could stop yourself you rushed to the bathroom and barged in, seeing Sy laying on the bathroom floor in nothing but his boxers. (A pair that looked a little familiar to you for some reason, but that’s besides the point)

“Sy, what the hell?! Are you okay??” You rushed to his side, quickly checking him for injuries

“Damn leg won’t do what I want it to” he groaned out

“How many painkillers have you taken today?”

“Took my last one this morning…m’all out…” he mumbled

“Sy you should have told me, I could have stopped by the pharmacy!”

“I’m a grown ma-”

“Yeah yeah you’re a grown man, I’ve heard it!” You interrupted “a grown man would have made sure he had enough pain meds!”

“I have some extra’s in the cupboard for emergencies.” You said, “I’m gonna get you some and then I’m gonna run you a bath and you’re gonna let me help you for once.”

“You don’t have to, really…”

“Oh relax, you can keep your boxers on but I’m not letting you shower by yourself when you can barely stand”

“What about your party?” He asked

“What about it?” You replied calmly as you walked out the room to get his meds.

A good 20 minutes later the smell of pumpkin spice and cinnamon filled the room along with the calming sounds of the water.

At first he had whined about not needing a bath bomb but you just knew he secretly enjoyed being pampered as much as you loved pampering him.

You were sitting next to the tub, absentmindedly running your loofah over his muscular back when suddenly, amidst the silence, you couldn’t help but let out a chuckle.

“What’s so funny, Sugar?” He asked, raising his brow as he stared at you.

“You finally got me to give you a bath in the stupid costume…”

A/N: AAAAAAAAA ITS FINALLY POSTED IM SO SORRY PLS DONT HATE ME IM SORRY IF ITS BAD ALSO JDHHDUZFZSFXFC Im currently on vacation and I swear I wrote like 95 procent of this on my phone at the pool and Im now finally posted this from my moms laptop so HAVE MERCY ON ME PLSSSS xoxo as always comments and reblogs are very highly appreciated!

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[andiv3r]

The absolute craziest and most strangely gender affirming shit happened to me at lunch today, therefore I must share with all of my Tumblr mutuals and the randos who see this. Read more if you want. T

he TL;DR is that some people at lunch were trying to figure out my gender, ⅘ of them recognized I was a guy but one of them was being stubborn and it ended up with lots of really affirming statements about my appearance being made in passing as they tried to explain to the 1 person who thought I was a girl why I did not look like a girl at all and she was wrong.

So, I draw at lunch. It's the only time during the day I get to draw without my teachers getting irritated. Today at lunch, I sat next to a group of 5 girls, none of whom I've met before, who were talking about... something. And then one of them turned over to see what I was drawing and whispered to a friend, "woah, look what he's drawing!"

Okay. Cool. First time in a while I've been correctly gendered without having to specifically request it. Then the girl she whispered to said quietly, "erm... wait, I think that's a girl." Oh, well shit. Guess they're all probably gonna start commenting on me and decide that I'm not a guy, right?

Wrong.

All four other girls just turned to her and went, "What... what? What do you mean? He doesn't even remotely look like a girl!" Just totally bashing her statement, it was awesome.

Then she said, "But... it (yes, she referred to me as "it" the whole time, but I'm good with it/its so that was just sort of amusing) looks like it has... y'know." And gestured to her chest (at this point I'm not sure how the fuck they didn't realize I was listening in, or if they did they obviously didn't give a shit, because I looked straight at her). And the entire rest of the table was just like "Okay?? Hes chubby what about it?"

Finally, trying to settle it I guess, one of the girls turned to me and asked what my name was, and I said Andy (which is the name I use to introduce myself with most of the time, Andiver is a bit hard to explain), and she turned to the one who thought I was a girl and said, "See? Andy. He's a boy. Told you."

The girl snorted and said, "Uh, that can be a girl name. I still think it's a girl."

And finally, one girl turned to me and said, "Hey, you're not a girl, right?" And I frowned and, in the deepest voice I could muster (pretty deep, sounded really masc & im proud) said "No??" Like that was the most ridiculous thing I'd ever heard, and she whipped back around to her friend and said, "See, I told you! I mean just look at him, he's got sideburns and a mustache!" And I almost melted on the spot, because I didn't even realize that my facial hair was really noticeable but I'm so fucking happy it is. And then they all asked to see my drawing (an aziracrow sketch I'll show when I finish a lil more of it) and they liked it. And that was just. So silly. Loved that.

#andiv3r rambles #about the experience he had at lunch today #and about #gender euphoria #transgender #transmasc #trans guy

[w2soneshots]

Charity match -W2S

Words: 0.8k+

Warnings: none.

In which you go and support your boyfriend playing in a charity football match.

I woke up, rolled over and then opened my eyes. Most of the players in today's match are in a fancy hotel (including Harry), so they can all go straight to the stadium. I got up and took a shower, dried my hair and threw it up into a clip. I put on a grey romper since it was so ridiculously hot today- 31° but even higher on the pitch.

I rushed to eat breakfast, put on my shoes and grab my bag, since I don't want to get stuck in traffic. Over 45 minutes later I arrived at the stadium, I parked and walked through the back of the building. I made my way to the private area for family and friends of the players, and quickly spotted Faith, she stood with Olive on her hip both in matching football tops. "Hey!" I said as I walked towards her, "hi!" she said excitedly. "You both look so cute!" I said enthusiastically, "so do you." she said with a smile.

I spoke to Faith for a little while, until I got a text from Harry... "I'm outside" Confused I furrowed my brows, "outside where??" I replied. "The lounge" he stated. I looked up and then walked out of the room. when I looked to my left I saw him. I ran towards him and pulled him into a hug, we haven't seen each other in just under a week because I was at a shoot in Manchester for a few days and when I got back (yesterday) he was already at the hotel.

With a quick kiss on the lips, we said bye. "See you after." I said with his cheeks still in my hands. He smiled and said "I love you." "love you too, now go get a goal." I said. He laughed and said "I'll try." And with that I was back in the lounge, and he went back to the changing rooms.

I sat in my seat just behind Faith and watched as the boys warmed up, "I hope they don't melt." I said sarcastically to Talia, who is seated next to me. "Seriously!" Talia said with a chuckle. They all headed back through the tunnel after around 10 minutes.

Faith headed down to the pitch to hand Olive to Ethan, so he could walk out with his daughter. I made small talk with Talia until cheers erupted in the stands, I looked around to see that all the players were walking out. Ethan passed Olive back to Faith and pecked her on the lips before running onto the field and forming a line with all the players.

Once everyone was in there positions the ball was brought out on a tiny car that made me giggle. The whistle was blown soon after and the match started. After just a few minutes Ethan scored a goal, the crowd went crazy and so did all of us especially Faith, who had rushed up back to her seat after collecting Olive. Theo hurt himself while attempting to score a goal and was sent off on a stretcher, "shit, I hope he's okay." I said quietly to Talia.

A little over an hour in to the game I watched as Harry scored, I sat in utter shock as he looked up into the stands and caught my eyes, he had a massive smile on his face and so did I. The game ended 8-5 to Sidemen FC, we all celebrated in the stand as did the boys on the pitch.

After they lifted up the trophy and collected their medals, they said thank you to the crowd and headed back to the changing rooms. We all collected our things and left the lounge. I was the first to leave and quickly spotted Harry, Ethan and Tobi stood in the hallway. They looked up at me and I ran towards Harry "you scored!" I said shaking his shoulders. "I know!" He said shaking mine.

We hugged and then I told him to go and take a shower because he stank, and that I would see him at home. I left the venue, got in my car, then got stuck in the most horrendous traffic. It took an hour and a half to get back to my apartment, when I finally did I immediately took a shower, I had just had one that morning but I’d been sat in a boiling hot stadium for hours, so it was very much needed.

Harry stumbled through the apartment at around 8:30. I got up off the couch and pulled him into a massive hug. "im so proud of you!" I said with a smile. Without a word he shuffled us towards the bedroom. He picked me up, dumped me on the bed, ripped his shirt and shorts off then finally fell into the bed, clearly exhausted.

#fanfic #harry lewis #harry w2s #image #sidemen #w2s #w2s imagine #w2s x reader #oneshot #w2s fic #wrotoshaw

[elleloquently]

lmk if this is dumb or if you arent taking requests rn but i just dyed my hair (myself) for the millionth time and i was thinking... college!ellie... helping reader dye their hair.... you get what im saying?/!?:))-&2):$2)/

LOVE INVISIBLE STRING BTW

-🪩

| a/n : what color did you do?!? sorry this took a bit to get done, i did a headcanon type format bc i felt that would work best so i hope that's okay!! <3 thank you for requesting!!

college!ellie helps dye your hair :

maybe deciding to dye your hair in the middle of the night wasn't the best idea, but after debating the idea for weeks, you finally felt inspired enough to do so and decided to jump on your sudden burst of motivation, finally taking the plunge.

it was the same back and forth for weeks. you were going to leave your hair alone, until you happened upon a gorgeous color you absolutely had to have. soon enough you had purchased the dye and the color was in your hands, but you had changed your mind. you did this often, examining the package in your hands, admiring the color and swearing you would finally dye it in the morning, but the only event that came with a new day was a change of heart.

finally, feeling fed up with homework but not tired enough to call it a night, you turned the package containing the dye over in your hands. you contemplated it, thoughtfully, before mumbling out loud.

"i think i'm gonna do it now, ells."

ellie, who was laying on her stomach with her feet in the air, wordlessly peeked at you from over the top of her astronomy textbook.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

-you wouldn't agree on whose idea it actually was. ellie would side that you begged, pleaded, even bribed her to help out with your hair project. you would disagree, claiming that ellie pushed to help with promises of 'it'll be fun!'

-regardless, you ended up in the bathroom, suddenly feeling uncertain as yourself and ellie stared at each other in the mirror. you had a towel wrapped around your shoulders, a lazy attempt at covering the old tee shirt you were wearing. you dug it out of your closet purposefully for this, not caring if any hair dye stained the worn cotton fabric.

-you were feeling excited, eager even, especially since ellie was going to help. that feeling was quickly replaced with doubt at the way ellie mischievously laughed while snapping plastic gloves onto her hands, flexing her fingers under the clinging material. you giggled nervously nonetheless, forcing ellie to read through the instructions once and then a second time to make sure she had really read them.

-the event would prompt a lot of laughter, and definitely a lot of light-hearted bickering. you would insist that ellie pays attention to what she's doing, it's your head for god sake, and she would argue that you need to stay still and let her focus.

-"ellieeeuugghhh"

-despite the banter or the moments of brief silence, it was practically an excuse to simply enjoy ellie's touch. she was gentle, even when she was being ridiculous on purpose, and the way she would examine each strand of hair, squinting and furrowing her eyebrows to make sure the color was evenly distributed, was adorable.

-it was simply because it was you, and ellie wanted to be careful with you and also wanted you to be proud that she had helped and even did a good job.

-you would let your eyes close momentarily, sighing in contentment when ellie spoke, quietly announcing her approval by saying, "this is going to look so good."

-it was nearly so peaceful, so perfect, until you had to remind ellie to make sure she was putting enough dye on the top and not just on the ends, and until she started grumbling about how the gloves were making her feel clumsy.

-"just be careful please ellie, i have class tomorrow," you laughed, imagining how terrible it would be to walk around with stains on your skin, matching the new color of your hair.

-only you didn't have to imagine.

-a few reminders here and there, (some gentle, some not) and ellie's responses of 'i know, don't worry,' came to a halt in an instant.

-it was a small moment, a teeny tiny slip up. you had gotten caught up with talking, and poor ellie really tried to work around your wiggles while you had been talking, and she even attempted to scold you about moving around so much, which you should've taken seriously.

-ellie needed a better view of the top of your hair, and you kept looking up at her while you were speaking. to hold you still, out of habit, ellie placed a gentle hand across your face, fingers spread over your chin and cheeks.

-upon the touch you immediately both froze. your mouth snapped shut and ellie's dropped open, registering what she had done. she slowly pulled the sticky glove away from your face, afraid to reveal what was underneath and you squeezed your eyes shut.

-"please tell me it's not bad please tell me it's not bad plea... ellie? why aren't you saying anything? is it bad? oh my god ellie is it-"

-okay, it wasn't that bad, but you definitely had some stains on your face.

-ellie thought you might react poorly but you howled with laughter, even surprised by your own reaction.

-ellie got a little bit grumpy though and ripped the gloves off of her hands and dumped them into the trash, insisting she could work more accurately without them. honestly she just felt bad but kept cracking a smile about it anyway.

-"ellie," you frowned, "i don't think that's good for your skin," you said in protest.

-ellie raised an eyebrow at you, practically referencing her mistake that was stained onto your face. "i'll be fine," she muttered. "it could be worse."

-hair color anew and mess cleaned, you admired your new hair in the mirror while ellie grinned proudly over your shoulder. you thanked her endlessly for helping, and she insisted it wasn't a big deal but honestly felt proud that you even trusted her in the first place to have her help out.

-you had the evidence to show for your evening together, the splotched stains around your face matched the dye stains covering ellie's fingers, which you both could not stop laughing about the next day.

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x female reader #ellie tlou x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams college au #ellie tlou x female reader

[what-the-fic-khr]

Hiii Bronwyn I hope you are doing well ! :’) I’m wondering if you’d be up for writing something a lil cute and sweet and fun about Squalo discovering that his s/o has their nips pierced?? 👀 absolutely understandable if this doesn’t spark any inspiration tho bc ahdjshdjfhd I am truly just So Down Bad for any squalo content atm💀 thank you for your time and consideration !! 🖤

WEEEE HI THIS HAS SAT FOR A WHILE BUT NOT AS LONG AS LTHERS. STILL IM SORRY HELLO I BRING YOU THIS. IDK IF IT FITS CUTE SWEET AND FUN BUT HERES WHAT I COULD GET OUT AT LEAST I HOPE ITS OKAY (I might write more based on it?? 👉🏻👈🏻)

character/s: superbi squalo, reader-insert (gender-neutral)

word count: 661

warnings: talkin’ about nipple piercings but doesn’t mention body type, so gender neutral. suggestive at the end lol

prompt: squalo learns his partner has nipple piercings

It was getting too damn hot. God, he needed to invest in a fan or something. This shit was getting ridiculous.

“Hiiiii.”

Squalo glanced up shortly to acknowledge you entering his office, grunting lowly before returning to his paperwork.

“D’you need your hair put up?” You hovered around to fiddle with some things after handing him some papers, checking to see if his windows could open any further than they were. The answer was ‘no’.

“Huh? Whatever.”

Wasn’t a refusal, so you shuffled over to carefully pull his hair up. It wasn’t the neatest, not by a long shot, but it got the majority of his hair off of his shoulders and out of his face. His brows furrowed; he didn’t have his jacket on and neither did you, but something hard was brushing against his back when you moved. He dropped it when you stepped away.

“Alrighty, good to go. Good luck with that.”

He grumbled something, nodding shortly. You went to leave with a hum, and he watched you closely, eyeing you over until finally the silhouette of your shirt changed just the slightest.

“Pause.”

You did, freezing in the centre of the room. You glanced at him curiously. “Yep? Somethin’ wrong?”

His eyes narrowed at you and you huffed a little at the attention on your chest.

“It’s way too warm for that right now, sorry-“

“Shut up, idiot, that’s not what I’m doing. Stay still.”

You did. You tried, at least, when he stood and rounded his desk to advance on you. You took a physical step back when he brushed a knuckle over one of your nipples, the two of you quiet.

“What the fuck? Since when did-“

“Oh!” You pet your chest with a pleased hum. “I just don’t have them in when I’m doing work, and you usually catch me in uniform. Ain’t no way I’m leaving this place today, so I figured I’d wear them for once. It’s been a while!”

This seemed to get the cogs turning in his head for a few seconds, and you would’ve laughed if not for the surprised noise you made when he reached straight for the hem of your shirt.

“W-Wait, you just said-“

“Show me.”

“What?! Right now?!”

“Is there a problem with that?”

You glanced past him at his window warily before tilting your head back to check his door, listening closely for if anyone was walking by. When silence met your ears you relented and lifted your arms to accomodate for him pulling your button down up and over your chest.

“Cute, right? I spent a lot on them; real crystals and all!” You chimed, proud of your taste in body jewellery. “It’s a shame I can’t wear em’ as often as I used to.”

“Used to?” Squalo’s brows furrowed. He’d been with you for a while now, at least over a year and a half, but had not heard of or seen them once until now.

“Oh, I’ve had ‘em since I could legally get them. So, a pretty long time ago. I just had to stop wearing them for safety when I started doing more physical work.”

Well, it made sense, but god that fucking sucked. They looked good on you.

Squalo slowly lifted his gaze up to you and you smiled, head tilting cutely. “Yep?”

You huffed, stumbling backwards until your back met his door when he pushed you across his room by the chest, leaning in, chest to chest. You gasped a little, Squalo wrapping his fingers around your chin and lifting your head.

“It’s still way too warm, but eventually I gotta get all this sweat off of me. Let me see them better later in the shower after work.”

Your breathing had picked up and your head was getting foggy. You nodded the best you could with his fingers holding your head in place.

“Good. Now get lost.”

“Ah… Sure.”

You needed a drink. A cold one.

#HI THANK YOU FOR DROPPING BY #ITS LATE. AND NOT THE BEST BUT I HOPE ITS OKAY #superbi squalo #khr #katekyo hitman reborn #mine #khr imagines #katekyo hitman reborn imagines #superbi squalo x reader #khr x reader #katekyo hitman reborn x reader #s #it’s been a while are those all the tags. I think so

[quodekash]

im making dangerous romance my entire personality so im sorry to all my non-bl mutuals for the spamming of your dash every Friday night/saturday morning but its gotta happen

this is how I pose for photos

A KISS???

PLS LET IT BE A KISS

EEEEEEEEEEEEE

IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS FOR AGESSSSSS

but also kang's gonna cry in this scene. we've seen it in the end credits, sailom wearing kang's jersey and hugging kang and grinning while kang is full on sobbing and I still can't guess why kang would be sobbing while sailom's grinning and comforting him

thats adorable

I literally love them so much

OH

OH HONEYYY

HE'S TEARING UP

I GET IT NOW

IT'S OKAY KANG HONEY, YOU'RE ALLOWED TO CRY

I actually really love this

like a lot

generally crying is associated with sad things and characters in shows, particularly if they're men, usually only portray crying as sad, but its actually perfectly normal to cry for literally any emotion at all, and its so refreshing to see him tearing up so much that he needs to wipe it away with his hand, but not because something bad happened, because he's so proud of himself and of how far hes come and it just makes him cry, nothing more complicated than that.

you see, im pretty sure my emotions are stored in my eyes, and I think I generally feel overwhelming amounts of emotions more often than the average person, so at least once a day, those emotions come spilling out because there's just too much of it to keep in my eyes at once

im honestly genuinely surprised I still have tears left

wait how are tears made

where do they come from

how do they not run out

google is not answering my question properly and im too tired and stupid to process whole-ass articles and research thingies so can Someone Who Knows Things please get back to me on this? like how do our eyes just keep producing tears over and over again without running out of stock

so. he couldnt find his watch. he found out one of his employees stole it. he fired that employee. he's now grumpy because he has to water plants himself now. another employee offered to do the plant watering for him. in exchange, he's giving the employee the very same watch.

do you see what im tryna say here? and what everyone else also probably noticed? it just doesnt make sense

the math aint mathin

is it... leverage against saifah?

because he told him to water the plants every day from now on

idk man im too tired for this to figure out what's going on

he's ridiculous, I love him

like I said at the start of the episode sailom, you're boyfriends now, there's no WAY he's letting you keep your personal space

AAA

HJSHDJHDJGH

oh. so it's... not them running away? it's just them heading to a training camp?

wait but in that shot in the intro they dont have much with them. surely thats not them going to a training camp, that's gotta be them running away????

...

here it comes. here comes the angst. a lot later in the episode than I was expecting, but it's here nonetheless and im not happy about it

go shove a cactus up your ass you bastard

OHOHOHOH I THINK THEY ARE ABOUT TO RUN AWAY

BECAUSE WHAT KANGSAILOM ARE CURRENTLY WEARING IS WHAT THEYRE WEARING IN THAT SHOT IN THE INTRO

AND THEY JUST RODE THE BIKE TO SCHOOL

AND THEY JUST TALKED ABOUT GOING TO KORAT

SO I THINK THEY'RE LITERALLY RIGHT ABOUT TO LEAVE AND HAUL THEIR ASSES OUT OF THERE

like right at the end of the episode probably

perth tanapon sukumpantanasan is a wonder

PARALLELS TO EPISODE 1 WHERE KANG WAS TELLING SAILOM TO PROSTATE HIMSELF ON HIS KNEES

ASSHOLE

BASTARD

PRICK

BULLY

BITCH

THERE ARE NOT WORDS ENOUGH TO EXPRESS THE NAMES I WANT TO CALL HIM

IM AGGRESSIVELY FLIPPING OFF MY SCREEN RIGHT NOW HE'S TERRIBLE AND DISGUSTING AND HORRIBLE AND I KNEW HE WAS BAD AND I KNEW HE WOULD BE THIS BAD BUT HOLY FRICK THIS IS DISGUSTING I can't wait for this man to be shot

excellent closing words

turn your back and walk away from this mess (and come back to a crime scene where your father has been shot and your boyfriend's brother is being arrested in front of the house but we'll get to that when it comes to it)

I get what he's feeling and what he means but kang, you still have your friends, you still have your boyfriend, your grandma, you're not completely alone

thank you sailom for pointing out to him that he's not alone, you're doing me a huge favour (especially considering im a viewer through a screen and not someone who can actually interact with kang so anything I say is kind of pointless)

hugs :(

OKAY SO THE THING IS RIGHT

this is really sad and horrible and all that stuff

but, but but but but, he's cried three times in one episode. and one of those times wasn't crying from sadness. that doesnt happen often and I think we should acknowledge that

I love kang for being an emotional mess, he's like me frfr

side note: all of sailom's hugs look so comfortable

YESSSSS THEYRE FINALLY GONNA KISS NEXT EPISODE

and like I know they've technically already kissed twice but I mean they're finally gonna kiss good if that makes sense

the first time was revenge, and im sorry kang but the second time was just bad. that was a bad kiss.

WHICH, BY THE WAY, IS FINE

its okay to have a bad first kiss

in fact, there should be MORE bad first kisses in relationships in fictional media

also: loved the gay motorbike commercial in the post-credits scene thingy

ANYWAY this episode was amazing and it was so fluffy and I loved it all so so so much and I'll definitely be rewatching it every day over the next week to keep the brainworms under control, like im slapping flex seal over a crack in my soul repeatedly every day until the next episode comes out

goodnight folks, its nearly 3am, have a wonderful evening/day/morning/whatever, and keep calm and sailom

#quodekash disregards sleep because of dangerous romance #dangerous romance #dangerous romance series #dangerous romance the series #kangsailom #kanghansailom #sailomkang #sailomkanghan #perthchimon #chimonperth #perth tanapon #chimon wachirawit

[hhighkey]

Headcannons for Toge who upset his SO with a prank gone wrong/too far? Like what would he do to apologize? Thanks for taking the time to write your headcannons/one shots!

AN// ahhh so excited for this toge is my fave <3 always love a little angst with happy ending

Inumaki Toge Headcanons

PRANK GONE TOO FAR

inumaki is known for his fun little pranks but sometimes it’s just too much after a rough day

he’s your perfect boyfriend

the light of your life and your his

he’d sacrifice himself for you if it came down to it

your needs go above his own

but the one thing you can’t escape is - his pranks

he’s known for them you learned when you joined jujutsu high

and you loved taking part

the two of you together the dream team

i mean it’s what initially brought you two together!

you just got back from your second solo job since getting promoted to grade 2

after your first solo, toge had been waiting by the entrance with flowers and your favorite foods. he wanted to celebrate after seeing you were unscathed proud baby

so you expected something similar as in he’d be waiting patiently for your return

but things were quiet around the school, maki’s on the track, and dorms empty

did something happen while you were gone?

you’re instantly anxious

you open the door to your room and

bang

a loud popping noise pierced your ear and when you look down, there’s paint splattered all over your uniform

panda and inumkai’s laughter comes not long after

you feel ridiculous

you feel stupid

you just take a deep breath, say nothing and march straight out your room

tears were beginning but by the time you’re in the women’s bathroom your sobbing

today was terrible

the curse was harder to defeat than was thought, you’d twisted your ankle, got thrown around a bit with bruises and cuts to show it

and inumaki didn’t even bother to check in with you first. just assumed you’re fine

normally you would have laughed and then made him do the dry cleaning

but you’re crying into your hands as all you wanted was the comfort of your boyfriend

uh oh inumaki is dumbfounded and feeling terrible

panda excused himself immediately for y’all to deal with this

he sits his ass down outside the bathroom and waits

he’s internally combusting and wants you to come out. he wants to apologize. wants to hold you

he thought the prank would go over differently in his head and now he just knows he’s an idiot

when you finally come out he’s on his feet in and instant trailing after you as you ignore him

the tears stained on your face with your puffy eyes destroy him

“go away toge,” you say with a broken voice as you slam your door so he can’t come in

the next few days is a cycle of this happening again and again

you won’t talk to him

you won’t be bud usual training partner

and he just sits outside your room so he can keep following you around when you go somewhere

because inumaki is clingy

he can’t handle you being mad at his stupidity he just wants to apologize

he always leaves you little love notes so he realizes he can do that with apologies

so he starts leaving them under your door

on your water bottles

little things telling you he loves you and is sorry and what’s to prove it

so you realize you’d been stubborn as hell

you feel bad now for taking it this far

when you two sit down to finally talk, he pounces on you as it’s the first chance he’s gotten to hold you

he shows you a message on his phone

it’s a long paragraph ending with im sorry i just assumed it would be okay when i shouldn’t have. i hope you can forgive me

“i’m sorry too toge. that job was so tough, i was tired and hurting. it was making me re-think being a sorcerer. i just wanted to come back to you and relax. so it just set me off,”

don’t apologize you did nothing wrong. i should have been there to support you

“i love you toge. i have missed our cuddles,”

be prepared for him to not let you out of his bed for the rest of the day (or week lol)

inumaki will definitely do everything you could possibly want for awhile too. get you any food you want, tie your shoes, carry you around - you name it he’ll do it

he wants to hear everything you’re feeling or what happened on the job. all your insecurities and doubts about yourself and life

he’s so attentive to you and wants your happiness

the cutest boy who’s so thankful you’re not mad at him anymore

i’m jealous

#he is my fave oh my god #inumaki toge #inumaki x reader #inumaki headcanons #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fanfic #jjk inumaki #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #gojo #panda #nobara kugisaki #itadori yuji #maki zenin

[tetralea]

I just found accidental sex prompts and I thought about Max calling Charles a good boy (or girl?) as a joke, but it turns out Charles really likes it.. And he may have a praise kink? And Max will use this knowledge to get him worked up and begging to be fucked?

Okay, so this is a sudden idea, kinda mixed with this prompt. I hope it will work 😄

“You look so good in that.” Charles heard the clear praise coming from behind him as he poured a glass of water in the shared kitchen with Max. “I assume the exam went well?” Ha asked, standing next to Charles.

Emptying the glass Charles smirked. “I maxed out all points.” He was proud.

“Wow, that’s very good, very very good.” Max was looking at him, the blue eyes trying to read his reactions. “You prepared a lot, well done.”

Charles swallowed and knew all too well where this was heading. “Thank you.” His smile reached his eyes, giggling a little, his voice getting a bit quiet.

Max raised a brow, biting his lips at Charles’ attempt to avoid his gaze, like both of them didn’t know where this would end.

“I think-“ Charles spoke unsure, quickly looking at Max before looking down at his glass again. “I think im gonna have a shower. Okay? I got a little sweaty.” He made a disgusted face and they both knew it wasn’t all that bad, but whatever they were playing at couldn’t be addressed more openly that that. Because it was an invitation, something Charles was thinking of since he left university and something Max was hoping for since Charles last in the morning.

“Alright, that’s a good idea, helping to relax a bit.” Max nodded, a bit awkward, fumbling around his words, while Charles nodded and trailed out of the kitchen. “Such a good boy.” Max said, loud enough for Charles to hear even if he wasn’t in his sight anymore, he heard the sharp intake of breath and Charles couldn’t be in that shower fast enough.

It did something to him and Max discovered it when they started, well, whatever they started in the second week of this exam term. Charles was stressed as hell, couldn’t sleep or study and Max wasn’t in a much better state. Max joked Charles needing to get off or even better both of them in a great need of it, and the suggestive yet timid look should have gave it away. Charles was too done with life and quite frankly he felt like his brain wasn’t functioning at all, to try to get the intentions of Max.

He was thirsting over his flatmate in the last one, well, if he really wanted to be honest in the last one and half years, not having the balls to make a move or say a thing. He did the obvious, hooking up with tall blonde man, jerking off thinking about Max and praying to the universe that his flatmate would take the nonexistent hints. On that first instance he tried to get off under the shower, which was a ridiculous attempt but he tried and failed until his mushed brain called out for Max. Soon he was plastered against the broad back, bigger hands replacing his own on his throbbing cock and soon he came, shaking, moaning, finally is body and mind releasing some of the pressure. 

He never realised just how much he gave away that evening. Ever since Max was pushing his buttons, praising him and calling him good, all kinds of good, sometimes a good boy even and it took him an embarrassing amount of time to realise that these were the words which set him off so easily during the first time to begin with.

He stepped into the shower, shivering to the touch of the cold tiles under his feet, and not to the memory of those words, he told himself. He was already half hard. Pathetic. Max never said he would join, but he didn’t close the bathroom door just in case. Opening the water he let the warm soak into his skin and his body, relaxing his muscles, easing his mind. He pushed his head under the spray of water and sighed. Only one more exam to go.

He stood there, the noise of the water filling his ears. He registered the gush of cold air when Max opened the door of the tiny bathroom, he also somewhat heard the blonde getting naked, but only pulled his head out from under the water when the steam flooded out of the space surrounding him as Max entered.

Soon the much anticipated hands found their now usually way to his hips, across his stomach, up his pecks, pulling him, encouraging to lean into Max. “Hey baby.” The blonde greeted and they both laughed. Their encounters were strictly limited to shower time, as ridiculous as it was. They had no idea how to address it, or taking it to the bedroom would mean a step both of them were too afraid to take. Not like Charles didn’t want it, but this was safe, this they knew, and the small glass walls kept their secrets, their feelings the were too awkward to admit.

“I was hoping you’d join.” Charles laughed, head resting against Max shoulder, nuzzling into the dry skin. Max was also hard already.

“I wouldn’t miss it. You did so good today, such a good boy.” Max grinned, knowing the reaction would be instant.

“You are using this against me.” Charles complained with a small smile, pouting, but his fingers held tighter onto the strong arms around his body.

Tilting his head Max nudged Charles’ cheek with his nose. “But you like it, don’t you? I wouldn’t do it if I didn’t know you enjoyed it a lot.” He exhaled with a soundless laugh, finally finding Charles’ lips with his own. It wasn’t always that they kissed, mostly they didn’t, it was about getting off, but now it felt nice, fitting. Charles tried to ignore the flutters in his stomach to the not alien but not even familiar feeling of the plump, warm lips against his own. He moaned into it when Max found his cock, starting to stroke him gently. He melted against the warm, strong body behind his.

“I like it, I just don’t like it when you use it against me.” He had to pause when a hot wet finger swept across his soft tip. “Fucking hell.” His fingers were digging into the one arm around his torso, still keeping him pinned against Max. “Just maybe use it less in other areas of the house.”

“But it turns you on, baby, and how else am is supposed to let you know it’s time for reliving some stress?” Max asked slowly, and softly. The question was stupid and they both knew it, but it worked as an explanation. “You like when I praise you, like today, you like to hear how good job you did today, how good you looked in that suit, how pretty you are now, how much I want to be inside you.”

“Max.” Charles tried to hide his face into the strong neck, and he was hoping the burn in his cheeks were because of the heat for the water and not the words of the blonde. The hand from his cock trailed back, tapping his thigh, making him widen his stance.

“But how could I not, when you are such a good boy for me?” Max asked and Charles whimpered. If he was being honest he wished they’d do it in a bed sometimes that would have been more comfortable. “But if you want me to say it only here, when we are helping each other, that is okay.” Max nodded, his finger slowly working on Charles wet hole, drawing circles and rubbing against the tight ring.

They got a special lube, one for the water. Charles reached for it.

Soon Max was working him with two fingers. Maybe he was still loose from last night. Maybe he needed Max desperately and his body loosened up easier. Maybe he was going crazy.

Now both his palms were against the cold tiles, the water barely running as Max worked his body, one hands inside of him the other around his cock, lips attached to this neck, kissing and sucking, never leaving a mark. Charles wished they did. He was moaning and whining, mumbling Max’s name like it would make him understand, like it would make him understand his feelings.

“God, Charles, I think I can fuck you already.” Max was also breathless, and Charles took a little pride in that. “You are so easy for me today, opening up so quickly. Do you need it so badly?” Max’s words felt like babbling.

“Just fuck me already, okay?” He asked, trying to push hi feelings back down from his throat, threatening to spill. Max huffed to his words but lined up to him anyway.

He pushed in slow. The water wasn’t even running anymore, showering was all a lie. Charles cried out, satisfied and oh, so full with Max. “Taking me so good.” Max praised and Charles wanted to cry.

Thank god there wasn’t much talking after Max set a brutal pace from the beginning, and Charles thought maybe he wasn’t the only one desperate for this. He didn’t mind, and only angled his hips to take Max better to feel him better, to make his brush against his prostate. He saw starts and he wasn’t gonna last. Both forearms were leaning against the wall now, in a desperate attempt to hold against Max’s thrusts. The floor was slippery, his skin felt sticky from the drying water but not dry enough to make this sound any less obscene.

Max’s both hands were on his hips in an attempt to keep Charles in place better. “Can you touch me?” Charles barely registered his own voice. He could have touched himself but he wanted to feel as much from Max as he could.

“Of course baby.” It was a groan and a breathless moan and Charles was glad he wasn’t the only one coming too early. He had no idea when or how he learned to tell when Max was close too, but he did. “Such a good boy for asking me.” He whined and his body tensed. It was to Max’s touch he told himself.

“More.” He never specified what, but Max seemed to understand.

He fucked into his harder and his hands moved fast on the sensitive cock. “So good, fuck Charles, are you gonna come like a good boy?”

He didn’t need to answer, he was done for, he was needy and not only for the sex but for Max himself, even if he only admitted this to himself in these moments, when his bod tensed, pleasure washing over him, coming on Max’s cock, his cum staining the wall in front. He was lost in his own high, drunkenly registering Max’s dragged moans and shaking body as he emptied himself into Charles body.

He was sensitive after and he had no idea when Max picked the habit of opening the shower and gently cleaning him, warming up his muscles, slowly kissing the back of his neck, still buried deep into Charles. He sighed and pressed his lips together quickly, because he was tied to say something stupid.

When all was done, Max pressed a gently kiss behind his ear. “Wanna get lunch?” He asked like he didn’t just fucked the soul out of Charles in the matter of ten minutes.

He nodded and mumbled something, he needed a minute.

When he got out, and walked back into his room on wobbly legs he collapsed onto his bed. He really wished he dared to say something, but the bathroom seemed like a spot where both of them were to admit to their desires and bothering it seemed all too dangerous. Mostly because he still had an exam left, they lived together and the idea of getting off together seemed way more pleasant than finding new apartment because he screwed up whatever idiotic roommates with benefits relationship Max started a few weeks ago.

#charles leclerc #lestappen #max verstappen #prompts

[nightmyst14-blog]

Happy Birthday to Wildberry and Clotted Cream!!! Can't believe its been a year since Odyssey already!!!

I'm making 2 parter what I imagine happens on their birthday

Setting: In the Creme Republic, Clotted and Financier walking back to House Custard after a meeting.

Clotted Cream: *stretches, sighs* Another long meeting.... again.

Financier":* nods, quiet* ....You seem tired, Consul.

Clotted Cream: *sighs* I am. I think I'm having what I heard others called "burnout." But a Consul's work is never done.

Financier: Hm.

Clotted Cream: It didnt really help Lady Oyster and Captain Caviar didn't show up. Usually Late Oyster is never late, if she is , she has a viable reason why. Sir Caviar is sometimes late with.. reasons, but this is quite ridiculous.

Financier: * nods* Mhm.

Clotted Cream: And why was Lady Sable and Mulled Juice so giddy during the whole thing? They were laughing and talking amongst themselves. It was odd I must say.

Financier: Yes sir.

Clotted Cream : And then- * stops, looks at Financier* Are you alright, Financier? You're more quiet today.

Financier: Just listening to you, sir.

Clotted Cream: *sighs* Never mind...

*they head inside, Financier shutting the door behind him*

Financier: Shall I bring some tea to your office, sir?

Clotted Cream: Yes please.

*Clotted Cream walks to his office, which found the place dark*

Clotted Cream: *slowly walks in, confused* Did I forget to turn the lights?

*As he said that, lights turn on* *Light Cream, Custard III, Oyster, and Captain Caviar were standing there with party hats, surrounded by presnts*

All: *in unison* Happy Birthday!!

Clotted Cream: I- what- huh??

Light Cream: *smiles* Happy Birthday, sweetie...

Oyster: Financier had a feeling you would forget and had set up a little party for you.

Clotted Cream: Financier.. did this?

Financier: * walks over, wearing a party hat* Yes sir. You have been quite busy this past year and it's only fair you have a little fun.

Clotted Cream: Does Father even know about this?

Captain Caviar: That old seadog is at his villa, not that it matters anyways. Its your day, shark bait!!

Light Cream: Yes, this party is about you.

Custard III: *hands him a party hat and a present* Yeah!! Happy Birthday, uncle!

Clotted Cream: *takes it and smiles, begins to tear up*

Oyster: Clotted?

Light Cream: *worried* Oh honey...

Clotted Cream: *sniffles* Im fine, I'm fine... Just... * wipes his eyes, smiles* Thank you. Thank you all.

Oyster: Of course, hun. Now open the present. Its a one someone specail sent to you.

Clotted Cream:*puts on the party hat, opens the present*

*there was a locket inside along with a small letter it read: *

" Happy Birthday, Clotted Cream!!!! You're probably a bit confused about this, whoever you think sent you this, its not. I'm just a friend of your mother's. She had asked me to write this.

I'm so proud to hear about all the amazing things, you have for the Republic from your mother. You stayed kind, compassionate, and hard-working as I hoped you would be. I hope you meet with you soon.

For now, enjoy your birthday, young Consul. I gift you a piece of my heart.

From,

A friend"

Clotted Cream: Did one of the ancients write this?

Light Cream: *laughs* No dear, it will make sense soon.

Clotted Cream: *takes out the locket, opens it* * inside was a slightly worn photo of a younger version of his mother, and a baby version of himself* Mother... Where did you get this?

Light Cream: Im afraid I can't say. But my friend really wants you to have it.

Clotted Cream : *stares at the locket and letter, smiles* *holds it tight* Well, I love it. Be sure to tell this friend thank you for their kind gift.

Light Cream: * smiles* I'm sure they know already.

Custard III: *pulls on their hand, leads him to the table* C'mon uncle!! Open another one!!

Oyster: Oh Caviar, don't forget to light the candles on the cake soon.

Captain Caviar: I won't!

Financier: I'll go get the cake, its in the kitchen

Oyster: Okay then.

Light Cream: *smiles at the scene*

While everyone was peroccupied, and sneaks off to balcony where a cloaked figure was waiting for her*

??: Did he get it?

Light Cream: *nods* He said thank you for the gift. He loves it.

??: Im glad.I do hope he enjoys his birthday. Divines know he needs it.

Light Cream: *smiles* It makes me happy to see him so happy.

*from down the hall*

Custard III: Nana, c'mon! We're about to light the cake!

Light Cream: *giggles* Im coming!!

??: Well, I won't keep you up for any long. Go on have fun with your son.

Light Cream: "Our" son, dear.

??: *laughs, a smile could be seen* Haha, right. Bye now. * with that, the stranger leaves*

Light Cream: *waves, heads back to the party*

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #oyster cookie #light cream cookie #clotted cream cookie #captain caviar cookie #custard cookie iii #custard cookie the third

[sluttyminghao]

pspspspspsps minghao is proud of you

The light of your computer screen stings your eyes, and you blink a few times to push back your tiredness. 

“Baby?” Minghao’s voice is soft and sweet, and you swivel your chair to find him with your favorite tea — one he had to pay ridiculous shipping to import, but did every time he saw your reserves running low — in your favorite mug, one he’d painted himself with a bunch of cartoon cats. “C’mere. Take a break for a bit.”

You sigh but nod, and he welcomes you into his arms, one hand rubbing along your spine. 

“You’re working so hard, darling,” he whispers, lips brushing your hairline as he presses soft kisses to your skin. “Need to take a break for a second, okay?”

He guides you to sit on the edge of the bed, handing you the tea — it’s the perfect temperature and sweetness, and you smile at him.

Minghao returns it, pulling you into his side and resting his head on top of yours.

“How’s it coming along?”

“I don’t feel confident in it,” you admit, and he hums, and you feel him nod. It makes you chuckle, your free hand sliding to find his and lace your fingers with his. You absently spin one of his rings — a fidget ring you’d bought him after hearing him click a pen one too many times when he was reading over something you’d done for work — on his fingers, and he stretches his palm out to let you trace the calluses and the warmth of his hand with slow fingers.

“Want me to read it?” There’s no expectation in his voice, but you nod. “I’m sure it’s great. You get too into your head about these things.” He tells you, and his fingers curl around yours so he can rub his thumb over the back of your palm. “You’re so good at what you do.”

“Don’t try to flatter me,” you murmur, hiding your smile into your mug as you drink more of the tea, and he chuckles, nose brushing your skin as he moves to kiss your cheek. One hand turns your chin so you face him, and he kisses your nose.

“Honesty isn’t flattery,” he reminds you, thumb rubbing over your cheek. You lean into the warmth of his hand, and his eyes sparkle at the sight of you relaxing into him. “I’m proud of you, baby. I know you’re good at what you do. I don’t give empty compliments, you know that.”

“You’re too nice to me,” you breathe out, and Minghao shakes his head in a firm no.

“I’m honest. Even though I adore you, if something you wrote needs to be improved on, I’ll tell you. But you’re good at what you do, and I have full confidence in your abilities.” His tone leaves no room for argument. “You’re too harsh on yourself. I deserve to be proud of you, if you’re not going to be proud of yourself.”

You snort at that and set your empty mug on the nightstand, shifting your body to curl more into his side and press a short kiss to his jaw. “I’m proud of my own work,”

“Sometimes.” Minghao’s hands both move to trace shapes along your spine. “But I’m your biggest cheerleader, and that’s never changing, darling. I’m going to cheer you on until you’re embarrassed, and even then, I’m not stopping.”

“You’d publicly humiliate me?” You gasp, playfully offended, and he scrunches up his nose at you.

“I think it’d be more embarrassing for me, but yes. I’ll scream how proud I am from the rooftops until you have no choice but to believe me.”

“You’re so annoying,” you tell him, smile in your voice betraying your feelings.

Minghao only laughs. “Yeah, yeah. We’re cuddling. No more work for the night.”

You’re silent for a bit as he lays the two of you back and tangles his legs with your own. “Can you say it again?”

He leans back to hold eye contact with you. “I love you. And I’m proud of you.”

im literally going to CRY i have read this multiple times and cried every single time

#a's answers #mutuals: rose!

[snivellusslunchbox]

okay okay but like what about eddie from stranger things with a popular cheerleading darling who loves playing dnd with him?

had to get back to one of my favorite mutuals asap <33 enjoy

warnings: mentions of weed, reader is 18, they/them pronouns used for reader, mentions of drinking, slightly suggestive but no explicit nsfw

Eddie Munson x cheerleader! gn! reader

•honestly I think this type of person would suit him best, im a firm believer in opposites attract and they’re easily my favorite couples

•that being said, he HATED pep rallies before you, he would skip them before, likely smoking weed at his spot in the woods

•now he has a reason to go, he would go just to see you do your cute routines, he would be so whipped for you

•he would be your cheerleader

•if your relationship is private— which it most likely would be at first, as much as he would love to show the whole school that the freak landed the hottest person at hawkins high, he knew you’d be ridiculed— he would sit in the very front row in the gym, just staring at you longingly the entire time shooting you small smiles and winks when nobody was looking

•if you were public with your relationship, he would definitely be yelling and cheering for you “that’s my partner!” would be shouted many times, he would also wrap his arm around your waist after you were done, telling you how good you did before kissing you right then and there

•he is not shy with PDA once you two are public, he looooves PDA

•he would never force you to smoke and would even try not to smoke around you if it made you uncomfortable but if you did smoke he would definitely love smoking with you

•that was when you’d get to see him at his most vulnerable and soft

•same things goes with drinking, if you did drink with him though you’d have to deal with cuddly and touchy Eddie

•he would love to give you hickies but would never give them to you in places you couldn’t easily cover up (unless you showed that you liked it, then he would absolutely give you hickies EVERYWHERE) not even in a sexual way, he just thinks they’re beautiful on you and loves that everyone knows you’re his

•it would also be an ego boost for him if you showcased them or wore things of his (his hellfire shirt, his rings, etc) he would think it’s so hot and love that you’re proud to be with him

•he does get a bit insecure about your relationship, though, he tries not to let the bullying get to him and for the most part it doesn’t, he couldn’t care less what Jason and his minions think of him but when their comments involve how you deserve someone better he gets upset

•deep down he thinks you could do better than him

•just reassure him that he’s the perfect person for you and you couldn’t ask for anyone better and he’d cheer up

•he talks about dnd a lot with you, he’d talk about his plans for his campaign or characters his players made, if you’d listen he would be so happy

•if you played with him he would be falling in love all over again, not only you showing interest in things he loves but actively participating??? he would be head over heels

•he would help you learn to play if you were new at it, helping you make a character and everything (if you joined his campaign he would totally give you an unfair advantage just to see your smile when you did well)

•all in all, he would be the best boyfriend ever, he’s so sweet everyone needs an Eddie

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #stranger things 4 #x reader #eddie x reader #stranger things x reader #reader insert

[stvrdrops]

I had an Idea of like the plus sized Y/N going on a joint trip with shuriri and Ayo and Aneka and the readers ex comes and they try to get back on good terms with Y/N but she didn’t want that because of the trauma they gave Y/N basically what I’m trying to say is like could u base the one shot off the movie “Why did I get married” by Tyler perry bc I feel like I couldn’t word this right😭

OMGSHDUSJ the way i just watched this movie a couple weeks ago, i can def try to write this for you.

not sure which tags to use for this but ima do like a little imagine so i hope that’s okay (*´∇｀*) this is for a fem!reader

note : i’m so sorry i didn’t realize i never posted this and it’s been in my drafts 😭😭

“i know that is not who i think it is…” riri said as her girlfriend shuri held onto her tight. they had been sitting by the couch drinking wine and playing some stupid american game you had recommended called cards against humanity. aneka and riri found the game hilarious but ayo and shuri could not believe the vulgar things they were seeing.

“hey y’all…” a familiar voice said from behind you.

immediately the wine glass in your hand slipped right through your fingers and onto the floor. when the glass shattered it made a loud crack and the red spilled out everywhere.

“oh god im so sorry…” you speak as you attempt to clean up the glass, cutting your hand in the process.

“let me help you with that—“

“i do not think so.” ayo said, standing up and quickly positioning herself in a dora stance.

“if she wants my help then i’ll help her. besides it’s the nice thing to do.”

shuri scoffs as she ushered riri to go help clean the glass up, “you weren’t very nice when you constantly ridiculed y/n about her weight. even though she is perfect just the way she is. you are far too egotistical to look past that and see her beautiful personality.”

you can’t help but blush out of thankfulness at your friend’s words. it made you feel amazing knowing that these girls thought of you that way. it made you feel like you could be comfortable with yourself after all those years of thinking you were wrong for looking the way you do, when maybe your ex was the one really in the wrong.

“yeah well obviously i see where i went wrong. we had this vacation planned before we broke up, i payed my part of it. i should be able to enjoy it with her.”

“we will refund you whatever you spent for the trip. we are much better off without you here to spoil it.”

your ex laughs, “it’s a couples retreat. surely she doesn’t wanna be surrounded by you guys with no significant other.”

“actually i do.” you speak up for the first time. you had to let her get a piece of your mind. “i want you to go and i never want to see you again after this, do you hear me? you and me are done and will forever be done. this relationship i’ve had with you is more over now than it’s ever been. i’d like for you to leave.”

your ex looks around the room at all of the women now giving her death stares. her body language says that she’s nervous but her ego won’t let her show it in her words.

“fine.” she picks up her bags, “i’ll go.”

you all watch as she heads through the front door, huffing and puffing under her breathe. you can’t help but be proud of yourself for standing up to someone you’ve never been able to. it’s like starting a new chapter for yourself, and that’s a great feeling.

your friends all surround you in a great big hug and praise you for standing up for yourself. you don’t need a girlfriend when you’ve got plenty right here who love you just the way you are!

note : sorry it’s a little short i’m just not used to writing things like this (*´∇｀*)

#stvrdrops #stvrdrops requests #fanfic #this was so fun to write 😭