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wandasfifthwife · 13 hours
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(4) sweet thing | I got a bad idea series
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southern!wandanat x fem!city-girl reader
tw: fluff, hurt/comfort, light angst
a/n: not really proofread, sorry babes. it’s 3AM and I’m fucking tired and I have classes in a few hours—later I will—enjoy!!
It’s not abnormal for someone with a crush to confess. It’s how a majority of relationships start however the “confession” may go. Some are casual, extreme, dull; some don’t confess anything at all. You were between wanting to be honest and wanting to keep it hidden until it fades away.
It felt all too fast. You had begun to question if their actions last night were flirtatious. Your mind swaps each moment where you were held close to their chest as a part of the dance. Anytime they said something flirtatious, you told yourself it was them being friendly. You fall all too fast and this is just another time where you’ve fallen for the first person who’s shown care in you. You have nobody to blame but yourself.
Wanda stood beside you at the post office, the letter Natasha fretted about in her hands. The lights were a strange yellow, and not to mention hanging off of the ceiling. A few of the white squares tiled were cracked from heavy packages being dropped onto them. Neither of you thought it to be trashy, it felt like home if anything, with each break and crack remind you the backstory on how it happened.
You had driven back with your brother the night before, grinning as you daydreamed the whole car ride home. Anything anyone said to you that night, you responded with excitement. You carried your brother up the stairs, heaving him onto the couch downstairs and took to the guest room.
He still laid on the couch that morning when Wanda walked on your front porch. You however were awake, opening the door with a cheerful expression. That’s why you’re standing beside her now in the office.
“Hi there,” she says, sliding the envelope onto the counter, “I wanted to come and ask why we’ve been receiving the wrong mail?”
The old man behind the counter pulls out his glasses, “you’re not Miss Parson?”
“No, sir, I’m not.”
“Huh,” he grunts, “I’ll take it and ship it over. Might be a new mailman issue.”
She thanks him, pulling her purse back onto her shoulder. She pushes the door open, holding it until you walk out.
“It’s not a big deal” she starts, “I just dont want to deal with Natasha nagging anymore.”
“Does she worry over things often?”
“Natasha doesn’t have great control over her stress. She tends to react however she feels in the moment.”
“And you?”
She rests her hand on your seat, looking behind you as she backs the car out, “I just think some things aren’t worth so much stress.”
“Like the envelope,” you ask.
“Exactly like the envelope,” she laughs, removing her hands from the wheel to let it spin back, “are you doing anything else today?”
“I don’t believe so, why?”
“You could help me unload a shipment. Natasha had to leave early this morning for a meeting in town, so she won’t be back until late.”
You agree to help, “what kind of shipment is it?”
“Different types of feed. They were supposed to come a week ago, another thing Natasha’s been nagging me about.”
She parks the car, taking the keys out of the ignition before stepping down and out of the car. An old man stood nearby, bottom side hanging from how he was leaning over his car. Wanda mumbles to you as you walk over, “don’t worry about the remarks he may make, it’s just because he’s never been laid.”
You believed her. It was proven to be true a minute after he got out from the truck bed. His attention on you while Wanda talked to him was a signal he took interest in you. He opened his mouth and immediately Wanda was walking him in the opposite direction.
“Can you unload for me,” she calls out to you, “set it all back by the shed out in the back
You hear the old man make a remark to Wanda as you walk off with two bags in hand. It took four rounds until everything was set in the shed. The seasons were changing, grass turning yellow and tree leaves popping warm colors of red and orange. The wind was cold, but the sun and humidity still made a presence. Your arms tired after heaving thirty pounds for half an hour.
Wanda frowns seeing you, “oh sweetheart, would you like a drink?”
She brought you inside, her home more familiar after the frequent visits. You knew where her kitchen was, pulling a seat out to comfortably rest. She pours a cup, setting it on the table in front of you. You short-circuit when her fingers splay across the expanse of your back.
“Thank you,” she says, voice dropping, “I appreciate all the help. Natasha will be erratic once she’s back home and realizes she has two less things to worry over.”
You lean forward onto the table to hopefully signal you’d like her fingers to move wish ease across more skin. She does, moving to press her cold hand brushes against your neck. You sigh, dropping your head onto the table.
“Of course, I don’t mind.”
“How’re you feeling about going home soon.”
The reminder of your soon flight made your stomach drop. These moments would come to an end when you got the plane. You curse at yourself and shrug her hand away.
“Okay,” she begins, tone sharp, “what’s all this about?”
“What’s what?”
She sidesteps around your chair to face you, “this flaky attitude.”
“Oh really, flaky?”
“You’ve been hiding out since the first day you came back,” she rests her back against the counter, attention fixed on you, “why.”
“I’m asking, what do you mean by flaky?”
“You act like it’s more convenient to run rather than talking about it with us. You ran the night you got drunk, you avoided us after, and you’re about to do it again,” she sighs, “don’t you think that’s quite immature for your age?”
You tear up, teeth biting at your cheek to keep it at bay. She stays silent, patiently awaiting whatever reaction you’ll have. You’re avoiding her, focusing on picking at your nails.
“I like you.”
It’s lower than a whisper but she hears it.
“I enjoy being around you more than I should,” your voice wobbles, “and I don’t want it to turn into something real so that’s why I keep running. You make it all the more difficult when you continue to reach out.”
Her hands are on you again, holding your face as she leans down to press a kiss to your forehead. Your eyes are closed shut, eyelashes wet from crying. Small apologies tumble from your lips in the tense space.
“I’m so sorry, I’ve ruined everything.”
“You haven’t ruined anything,” she stops you, “I want to ask you to stay until Natasha gets back. Are you alright with that, angel?”
You nod and she mumbles an okay, stepping back from you to give you space to breathe. Time passes and your tears eventually dry, leaving small shiny marks on your face. You mention to Wanda that your heads begin to hurt and she’s quick to bring you simple pain meds.
You take them with the drink she poured earlier. She watches you until the sound of the front key hitting the front door has pulled her attention elsewhere. Natasha steps through the front door, setting down her bags. Her muffled greetings cutting short seeing you and your tear stained face.
“Everything alright?”
You’re scared and can feel it creeping up in your lungs, making it feel like you can’t fully breathe. Wanda leans in front, setting a hand on your thigh.
“Hey,” she shushes you with a smile, “you’re alright. I only wanted to wait until she got home so we can share our little secret with you too.”
“Oh cut it out already,” you wheeze, “it’s not funny.”
Natasha interrupts, “I’m very confused.”
Wanda ignores her wife continuing where she left off.
“We feel the same way, angel.”
Your heart jumps, the brokenness in it wishing to be healed, but you’re still unbelieving even after she’s just told you. All throughout the day you’ve believed the things she’s told you and now you’re doubting one sentence.
“What?”
“Ever since that night, seeing you again. We’ve been growing fond of you.”
Natasha’s caught on now. She’s found herself sitting at the table across from you. She looks exhausted with her hair a mess and eye bags prevalent.
“We can take it slow,” she adds on, “see how it feels tomorrow and decide from there.”
“But I’m leaving soon.”
“That’s fine. You’re holding the reins here, we’ll be okay what whatever you suggest.”
You smile, “tomorrow sounds nice.”
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3liza · 1 day
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I'm baffled at the way Normal men 99% of the time insist in their online profiles, not just dating profiles but everywhere, that they spend all of their time outdoors like, riding ATVs and fishing and hiking and playing tennis.
and then every photo is a really terrible picture of them doing one of those things, obviously on a vacation or tourism or something. first of all everyone knows you're lying, actual outdoor people don't talk about it constantly because it's just normal for them and they dont look like tourists in the photos they post. and secondly that is not attractive to women. it's not unattractive to women either, except to the ones who really think about it and realize hey wait a minute this guy's fake lifestyle sounds exhausting, I don't want to spend every weekend on a speed boat. it's just unremarkable, even if true. why are you telling me this. specifically why are you taking the trouble to lie to me about this.
I think it's because Normal guys are excessively neurotic about their lack of personality, whether real or imagined, and think Sport is the correct filler foam to plaster over the void. some women do this too but it's only the ones who are bad at online personality presentation and have also concluded that Outside is an interesting personality trait (again, it's not, and I say this as a passionate outside-liker). millions of Americans lying about going hiking thirty hours a week. but where did they get this idea. it's not on TV, TV characters don't hike or ATV or tennis a lot. it's not from other real people, i haven't overheard or been involved in IRL conversations where people expressed any genuine interest in Outside as personality trait. I've seen people and TV refer to the trope of the Healthy Person who supposedly exercises and is outside all the time, but they are generally presented as either uptight or annoying to be around.
it's like we've all gotten the idea that the Outside Person is desirable to be, without actually desiring an Outside Person ourselves. The outside person is an archetype we have agreed is correct for presentation to strangers but only after several layers of abstraction.
I think actually it is just wealth signaling. influencers lie about being Outside all the time because it's a lifestyle we imagine for wealthy people who can choose their location and activities because we imagine ourselves to be Virtuous people who would choose wholesome healthy athletic pursuits if we had all the money in the world. and rich people/influencers lie about being outside all the time to complete the mental circuit of aspirational bullshit. I'm typing this on the toilet btw
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n-after-me · 3 days
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By @applepartysins and on @hazelfoureyes demand , here ! I hope youll both like it. ;)
As always, french speaker here so excuse me for any mistake. You can correct me tho and i will make the correction in the text. Thank you!
The taming of Alastor
18+ explicite smut , hard sex, cursing, blood.
Octobre was coming fast. Wich meant Alastor will soon go into rut. It happenned one time a year and he hated it. He felt insecure, needy, not in control of his own body and mind...and since he didnt had anyone to help with that, (not that he wanted anyone to see him like that) it was even harder.
His antlers had grown and were covered with velvet. He packet lots of food and water and planned to be left alone for a week or so in is room. He knew that it would be a hard time, but he survived this many times before.
He thought about finding someone to help him before but all he could see around hell were low life scums and he didnt want to ask people close to him.
The others noticed Al antlers and that he was eating more and being more irritated but they learned to leave it alone.if they knew what was good for them.
Then came Lucifer.
" whats wrong with the tall creep Charlie ?"
"Dad, sshhhush! Alastor is preparing for his rut. You know how it is for animal demons in hell. Its really not a good time to bother him"
" mmh hmm"
Lucifer was barely listening, following Alastor with his eyes across the room. Alastor sensed his gaze and turned his head sharply, fixing Lucifer with mad eyes. He wimpered and made a low growl and disappeared.
Lucifer kept staring at were Al was a moment before, with an arched brow and a side grin.
" Daaad. I know that look. Whatever you have in mind ...dont. you''ll just make him furious."
"MM? Oh , who says i want to infuriate him?:
He began walking away from charlie, wistling and twirling his cane.
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Luci sat in is room thinking about his next move. Even if he kinda hated him, Alastor had a" je ne sais quoi" that always made him flirt with him and Wondering if he could ever succeed to ...bed him.
His chance had finally Come.
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Alastor was pacing. He could feel the need that kinda Hurt sometimes in his groin. He had a low fever and was scratching his antlers to get rid of the velvet. He would soon rub himself everywhere to mark his territory even if that was pointless.
A knock at the door.
"Who...whosit?? Go away.
"Is there any way to treat a visitor who comes to lend a hand?
"Lucifer???"
The fuck was he talking about. Maybe Charlie didnt informed his father to let him the fuck alone during this time.
"Helloooo !! Aaaalasstoooor ! Open uuup. I just want to check if you need anything!"
Alastor oppenned his door violently . He had a manic smile and was breathing heavely.
Lucifer froze at the sight and thought to himself, " why is that turning me on?"he could feel a hard on growing. He swallowed and made a smug face.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT!? NOW IS NOT TH...."
Alastor stopped speaking ,smelling something ...good. so good, Deep and inviting. His cock seemed to jump in his pants.
"Wordless ? Thats a first " Lucifer said.
" why do you smell like that? " snaped Alastor.
"Like what?"
"Like you are...a deer in heat!???"
He passed Alastor with a shrug and entered the room.
"Quite à Nice place you got here"
Alastor said : did i invite you in? I dont think i did. So get out.
At the end of his sentence he noticed something wrong (or right?) on Lucifer. He had doe ears , a white doe tail and antlers.
He closed the door.
" your majesty. What the hell are you playing at. Also, your antlers should not be that big if you are....a doe"
The last word was a whisper
"Ah ha dont forget who is the pride prince here. Of course my antlers are bigger than yours. And like i said, im here to offer my help."
" you have no idea what you are saying.what you are asking for"
" yes i do. I wanted fuck you for a while now but you really didnt seemed interested with the Devil's tango. Well, until now maybe ? So i thought id try my luck"
While talking Lucifer had discarded his coat and bend so Alastor could have a better look at the tail now wagging. He took a look behind him , grabbing the back of a chair to arch his back more.
Alastor growled and every part of him seemed to become sharper and growing in size. He shaked his head roughly and his antlers fell .
"What the..?" Began to say Lucifer.
In an instant, Alastor was grabbing Lucifer by his hips, his body flush on him. He rubbed his face on Lucifer's.
"Oh no no no sire. Im the one doing the fucking"
Luci blushed and let out a moan of desire.
Alator began ripping Lucifer's clothes rapidly
"Hey! Those are handmade with .."
But his voice was lost when Alastor grabbed his chin roughly and kissed him. It was a hungry Kiss and luci didnt waste any time returning it. Alastor smelled musky and woody.
Lucifer was soon completely naked. Al's shirt was open and he unzipped his pants , letting them fall and kicked them away.
"I hope you are ready sire, Cause there wont be any foreplay"
Lucifer could feel Alastor's penis glidding between his cheeks. It was a lot bigger than he anticipated. He was in trouble now
Alastor pushed himself inside luci's with one long movement without stopping .
AAAOOOOFUUUUCKKKK!!!
Screamed lucifer
He never felt so full in his life. Alastor bottomed with a snap of his hips .
"Good boy" he cooed.
Lucifer was already panting. He thought Alastor would be harder on him but to his surprise, he seemed to let him adjust a little. Before too long, he was slipping out and in slowly ,a few time at first, admiring his dick moving inside and out of Lucifer and the trembling body in his grip. The ultimate dominance. Maybe he would enjoyed this .
"I see you are shaking your majesté. Am i too much for you humm?"
"I...shut up and move cerf" (french word for stag .the 'f' is silent)
"With pleasuuure"
He said those words with such an evil tone that Lucifer shivered from head to toe .
Alastor began pouding him hard and fast.
Lucifer was babbling and moaning , thanking his body for being abble to take on such a monster in is slick hole.
"Aah ahhha hhha oohh fuck yesss harder ahh Alll"
Alastor grabbed lucifer's hair so his head was on his chest .
"You like this hummm? You like being à little bitch in heat, being wrecked by me? So humiliating for you."
"Yes.yes..dont stop. Fuck it feels so good '
Alastor growled and grabbed Lucifer by his waist and put him on all four on the rug in front of the fire (so romantic)
" such a slutty waist. So easy to grab"
Alastor planted his nails in the the soft white skin , watching drops of golden blood dripping around lucifer's waist and belly.
"Lovely '
Alastor said before begenning to pound again in hearnest .
Lucifer was in a haze of pleasure. He grabbed his cock to stroke it but Alastor's hand took the base of it and squeezed gently.
"Let me. I want to see you squirm like the needy whore you are and be the one driving you insane"
"Damn Al, ...ah...where did you learn that kind of language"
Alastor didnt answer and began stroking Luci's dick at the same harsh pace of his hips slamming into lucifer's ass.
Lucifer was a mess. He was trying to hold on on something but there was nothing to grab. So he just oppenned and closed his fingers on the flat carpet, moaning and screaming , shaking his head . Tears were falling on the ground.
"Im close, sooo cloooose ' luci said and he fell on his forearms.
Alastor's eyes became wider as he felt his orgasm grow. He felt his body vibrate and fucked into Lucifer even faster and harder. He was now panting intensly and moaning loud.
Lucifer lithe body was taking every thrust like it was made for this. At this point he didnt even know how he could still think straight.
Alastor threw his head back and let out a rough scream has is orgasm hit him and then he lunged himself forward to plunge his teeth into lucifer's neck.
At first, Lucifer barely registred the pain as his own orgasm exploded . He screamed has Alastor continued to stroke him harder. He then stopped moving his hand and as Lucifer was trying to catch his breath, he heard a gulp sound.
"Erm..Al? Are you drinking my fucking blood !?*
After a few sip. Alastor lifted his head and made a sigh
"Yess... it tastes...divine."
"yeah i bet" said Lucifer kinda annoyed.
Alastor let him go and they both rolled on their back .
"Well, that was ..something. (something amazing luci thought. But he didnt want alastor to know that)
He sat ,looking around for his clothes.
" mmmmm....Al? Do you have a dressing gown i can borrow? I would prefer not to walk in the halway naked. My clothes are unusable '
' Oh but no no votre majesté. You are not going anywhere"
" errr ...what do you mean?"
" i told you ,you had no idea what you were in for. My rut will last a few days and i need to...releive myself multiple time a day. And night. You are staying right here until im done with you. Do you understand ?" He said squeezing lucifer's leg.
" Oh lord have mercy," Lucifer thought looking at Alastor with a bit of fear and nodding yes.
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olivia091108 · 2 days
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Farmers daughter
Summary:Johnny goes home and meets his new neighbours daughter
Pairing:Johnny Knoxville x reader
Word count:2.4k
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I had just finished filming the last episode of jackass and I’m heading down to see my folks in Tennessee for a few weeks.
My dad pick me up from the airport and drives us home it’s not too long of a drive but I know I’m almost there when the houses are all miles away from eatch other. We pull up and i get out and grab my bag and walk in with dad to see everyone.
I walk into the house and as I set my bags down ma is already pulling me into a hug telling me she hasn’t seen me in so long and telling me that I’ve missed a lot of things.
Johnny I’m so glad your home I hope you don’t mind but we have a visitor here right now but I want you to meet him. She pulls me into the living room and sitting there is a middle aged couple
“Johnny this is Albert and carol they’re our neighbours” she tells me and I shake their hands “this is my son Johnny the one who went to Hollywood”
“That’s exciting what are you doing all the way down there trying to become a movie star”carol asks me excitedly
“Yeah well I’ve actually just finished my show on mtv you might’ve seen it.”
“We don’t have a tv it shows very graphic things we just keep up with the paper” I nod finding it odd they don’t have a tv but carry on talking to them
“So Johnny how old are you?
“Im 27 sir”
“Oh your only a year older than our daughter” she turns to ma and says “she’s sorry she couldn’t make it she’s very busy at the moment”
“Oh it’s alright I’ll see her soon Johnny can you help me in the kitchen for a second”
I follow mum into the kitchen and she talks quietly “Johnny do you think you can go round and help Albert with sone jobs he isn’t strong enough for them and I promise by the time you come back I’ll have your’e favourite dinner all dishes out”
Yeah ok ma she kissed my cheek and I ask Albert if he needs any help and he brings me up on my offer and I follow them on the walk to their house.
As we approach their house it’s not as big as ours but it looks cosy and as Albert leads me round the back of the house towards the barn he begins to mutter.
“Y/n you need to quicken your’e pace and stop daydreaming or you won’t be able to finish your chores in time”
I wonder who he’s taking to as all I see is clothes and a white bedsheet hanging on the line drying. A hand quickly moves the sheet to the side and reveals a gorgeous young lady this must be there daughter.
She’s absolutely breathtaking she has lovely tanned skin wearing a white float top and denim shorts and long hair cascading down her back with small braids dotted around.
Sorry dad I was away with the fairies I’m almost finished then I’ll head to the bar- I so sorry I don’t know where my manners went I’m y/n nice to meet you she shakes my hand and I realise I’ve just been gawking at her and quickly tell her my name with a smile.
“He’s just here to help with a few things he’s Margaret’s son.”
“Of course she has not kept quiet about you saying your’e some big movie star.”
“Y/n finish this and meet us at the barn”
I nod and get back to hanging the washing and as Albert ushers me to follow him I can just about drag my eyes away from her.
Once Albert has explained everything he wants me to do he leaves the barn but I hear him begin talking to y/n who ahs just arrived
“Y/n i dont want any funny business with you and that boy alright young lady”
“Of course not dad”
“Good make sure you finish all your chores or you won’t have any supper”
As y/n walks in I quickly look back at my task and pretend I hadn’t heard their whole conversation. I work on fixing the stable door while y/n does her chores and silence fills the barn other than the occasional noise form the animals.
“Your’e show is really funny” her voice sounds like honey dripping with sweetness
“I thought you didn’t have a tv”
Well we don’t but when I go round and have supper with Margret it’s always on she’s really proud of you yknow.
I smile at her and let the words echo through my head.
Sorry if my mas a little bossy I’m sure you have better things to do tan have dinner with her every week.
“No no that’s not what I mean I love going round your folks are so kind to me”
We keep on chatting with y/n following me round while I do my jobs completely abandoning her own until I have finished and are ready to head home just intime for dinner.
She takes my wrist and looks at my watch seeing it reading 5:40. Oh Christ I’ve gotten so distracted she quickly rushes round the barn trying to complete her chores and I watch her as I’m about to leave I feel guilty especially after what her father said if she doesn’t finish. I dismiss my hunger and offer y/n help
No you should get going I don’t want to keep you you’ve only just gotten back. She says while carrying a bucket of water in one hand and some hay tucked under her arm to the animal penns.
“It’s probably something like meatloaf anyway” I begin to take water and give it to each animal and in 20 minuets we had finished them all and began to walk back to ge house
As we arrive just outside her back door she climbs on her tiptoes and wraps her arms round my neck and thanks me telling me how much trouble she would’ve gotten in if it weren’t for me and she planted a kiss on my cheek and pulled back with a smile before entering the house waving me a goodbye
I smile to myself and walk back home the only thing being on my mind was her.
The next day it’s the hottest It’s been for a while and after hanging round the house I soon become bored when there isn’t anything good on tv there’s only about 20 channels on our tv and half of them are the news. Mum asks me if I can go into town to get a few bits for her.
Ma I’m going to go round to Albert and carols to see if they need anything I’ll be back in and hour I shout upstairs to her and leave the house. While I’m waking all I’m thinking about is y/n she’s honestly like a ray or sunshine everything about her seems to take my breath away.
When I reach their house I knock on the door and carol answers and I ask her if she needs anything from town
That’s very kind I’ll write you a list would you mind taking y/n with you she doesn’t get to go into town much.
Of course ma’m that wouldn’t be a problem I tell her feeling my heart speed up a notch.
She should be down by the lake it’s behind the barn she points out to me and I walk down there and see no sign of her until she rises up to the surface from under the water.
I walk closer and stand on the bank of the lane admiring her even if I can only see the back of her head.
“hey y/n” I call over to her and she turns around and holds up her hand to block the sun not seeing who I am then a smile breaks onto her face
“Hi Johnny what you doing here is my dad trying to get you to do more jobs for him?” she asks me swimming over and it only occurs to me now that she’s not wearing any kind of clothes and I suddenly feel very shy
I turn round giving her some privacy and say. “I’m sorry I didn’t know you were naked I came over to see if you wanted to come into town with me I’d be bored going alone” I say loudly so she can hear me.
“It’s alright I don’t mind it’s natural” she says and I slowly turn my head to see what she’s doing and she’s climbed out the water now and slipped on some knickers and a bra wich immediately gets wet as she hadn’t even dried herself and grabs a small checkered red top and some denim shorts.
“Let me get some money from the house cmon” she says and grabs a hold of my hand and quickly pull me towards the house. She runs upstairs quickly to grab her money and I collect the list from carol only having a few things on it.
“Has a handsome young man like you have a girlfriend yet Johnny?”
“No not yet ma’m”
“You know my y/n is single she hasn’t had a boyfriend in a long time” carol tells me
“Mum stop” she groans as she runs sos. The stairs jumping down the last two and saying a quick goodbye to her mum before we both walk out heading to town.
“Do you like being home or are you missing the movie star life she asks me”
“Nah I like being home seeing my folks and being in my own bed I like that I’ve met you as well” I say staring down at her
“I’m glad I’ve met you too I don’t have many friends we live so far from everyone I’m just stuck on the farm all day but I can complain I love hanging around the animals.” She beams
“Do you think you will ever leave”I ask her knowing I would be crazy if I was living in the middle of nowhere away from everybody
“I want to go travelling one day but I don’t think I’ll be able to”she says kicking stones along as we walk
“Whys that?”
Well dads getting old and he won’t be able to manage the farm for much longer and we really don’t have the money for it anyways.
We carry on talking all the way until we reach the town and I can see how excited she is and she’s wanting to go into every shop and I simply follow after her like some lost dog.
We walk into a candy shop and she buys a pick and mix bags with a few lollipops and we sit on a walk and share them and I notice the cinema. Opposite playing dazed and confused
“I love that film have you seen it” is at pointing to the title that’s in bold letter above the entrance. She shakes her head no way she has some kind of sweet in her mouth and quickly finishes it.
“I haven’t seen many films only when I go round your’e house I catch a few minutes of one. Can we go and watch it?”
“Yeah let’s go”we get off the walk and buy a ticket and I buy us a bucket of popcorn and we find our seats.
She seems to be enjoying the film and as much as I like the film my eyes aren’t in the screen they’re too focused on her. I lol down at her hand resting on the armrest and think about holding her hand but think she will find it weird I brush that idea off and tell myself to go for it and wait for the right moment.
While trying to watch the film I feel her smaller soft hand slide into mine softly squeezing it and my cheeks blush as red as our seats and look over at her to see what she’s doing but she’s too engrossed in the film to think anything of it she catches me staring at her and offers me the popcorn and I grab some and settle back in my seat and squeeze her hand a bit and savour this moment
Once the film has finished we levee the cinema and see that the sun is setting and we should get going home the whole way home she still hangs let go of my hand as we continue to talk and every word she says and everyone she smiles or laughs it just makes me like her even more
As we’re about to reach her house she says to me “Johnny I’m really glad that your here I was starting to go mad on that farm” she laughs at the last bit
“I’m glad too and maybe soon you can come visit me in LA I think you would really like it there”
“Yeah that seems nice”she says as we reach her house and she says goodbye and goes up her porch stairs now she’s just below my height before turning round and grabbing my face and pulling me in for a kiss.
I immediately kiss back and I can taste the sweetness of her lollipop on her lips and my hands wrap around her waist desperately trying to pull her even closer. As we both pull away I see her lips are pink and a bit swollen and she has a small blush coating her cheeks probably matching mine.
We hear her father shout out for her and we both chuckle a bit before she gives me one last kiss and going inside not before she gives me a small wave.
I don’t know how I’m gonna leave now that I’ve met her I think to myself
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Hey guys I litch have been thinking about this since @kunntzsstuff @princessthatcantfuckingsleep and @pjknoxx posted their moodboards
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ribbonsmatt · 21 hours
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it's a love/hate thing - one
summary: a story in which a quiet introverted girl attempts to befriend her popular neighbor
pairing: popular!mean!matt x quiet!introvert!fem!oc
enemies to lovers
warnings: slight cursing
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a/n: first part to my first story!!!! i rlly hope u guys like this lol ive been wanting to write this forever. i dont plan on this being too long, im thinking 7-10 parts, and hopefully longer chapters than this. i also dont have a posting schedule but im hoping to post maybe once or twice a week! i hope u guys enjoyyyy
xoxo rylee
addilyn richardson,
was currently standing in front of her full length mirror, tugging at the hem of the dress her mom told her to wear to their neighbor’s. she sighed, looking again in her closet for another outfit, as if a new one were to appear out of thin air. wear clothes that fit you, addy, her mother’s voice rang in her had as she rummaged her closet. all addilyn wore were too-big t-shirts and sweaters with black leggings, and anything her mom suggested she wore was totally outside of her comfort zone. nevertheless, addilyn decided to just keep the dress on, because she wanted to make a good first impression on her next door neighbors. well, first impression wasn’t really the best fitting term in her scenario, because her and her neighbor’s have been going to the same school for years.
over the course of the last month, the richardson family had spent all of their time packing up their two bedroom apartment and moving across town to a real house after her dad had finally gotten a raise at work. the neighborhood they moved into was full of kid’s from addilyn’s school, all having grown up together. her new neighbors, the sturniolo’s, were some of the most popular kids in her high school. triplet brothers, who all playing every sport under the sun. of course addilyn knew of them, but she never really spoke to any of them. yet here she was on a sunday night, getting ready to walk over to their house, accompanied by her parents and younger brother. addilyn took one last look in the mirror, making sure her attempts to tame her thick brown curls were okay and her dress wasn’t too wrinkly from the suitcase. she met the rest of her family downstairs, and all walked across their lawn to the sturniolo’s house.
addilyn’s mother knocked on their front door, and was met by a boy a little older than addilyn opening the door to them.
“you must be stacey?” the boy asked, looking at addilyn’s mother. she nodded, and the boy let them inside.
unlike addilyn, her mom was a social butterfly, chatting up random strangers in the grocery line, at the hair salon, and just about every place in between. when the richardson family was moving in, stacey took it upon herself to go over to the neighbor’s and introduce herself. which is how they got to now, being invited over for sunday dinner.
walking in, addilyn was met with a small dog barking loudly, and two boys who looked the exact same yelling at each other.
“i don’t understand why you’re being so difficult about giving me a goddamn ride tomorrow, matt!” the boy wearing a navy blue t-shirt argued.
“because don’t feel like driving your lazy ass around when you should have your license by now!” the other boy addilyn deemed as matt yelled back.
addilyn then noticed the third boy, wearing a yellow polo who she recognized as nick. he was in her ap art class. unlike most of the kids in school, nick was actually really nice to addilyn. they weren’t the best of friends, but she knew if she ever needed an extra pencil eraser or an honest opinion on an assignment, he was the guy for her.
“can you both be quiet, we have guests.” nick said, nodding towards addilyn and her family.
“oh shit, my bad” the one boy laughed, walking over to shake addilyn’s hand, “i’m chris.”
“addilyn,” she replies softly
“i can’t hear her” the third one, matt, said rather obnoxiously, and was met by nick shoving him. “what?”
at this point in her life, addilyn was used to it. as long as she could remember, she’d been soft spoken and introverted. she was homeschooled until the fifth grade, so she lacked a lot of the social skills other kids her age had. it’s not like she ever tried to be more outgoing though, she spent all her free time in her bedroom with her nose stuck in a book.
“addy’s in my art class,” nick announced to no one in particular, “she’s a really good artist.”
addilyn gave him a small smile, followed by a thank you.
addilyn’s mom had already found her way into the kitchen, talking with the triplet’s mom about whatever gossip she heard earlier on at her trip to the grocery store.
“my mom said dinner won’t be ready for another hour, wanna hang out in my room with us?” chris asked addilyn. she nodded and followed the boys upstairs, only for matt to shove his way past her and follow his brothers up the stairs.
addilyn trailed behind the boys and made her way into chris’s bedroom. she took in the view around her, being met with posters that decorated themselves all along the walls, and various sized carpets that made home on the hard wood floor. “your room is so cool.” she breathed. as much time as she spent in her room, she never really found the need to decorate it. four walls and a bed was all she needed, but times like these made her wish she prided herself more in home decor.
“what, have you never been in a guy’s room before?” matt had scoffed, turning to look at her.
“matt be nice,” nick warned.
matt rolled his eyes and flopped down onto chris’s bed, pulling out his phone, immediately ignoring the older boy’s words. “i mean look at her, i doubt she’s ever even talked to a boy before.” he muttered, not even looking up once. addilyn nervously played with the ends of her hair, not caring if it would mess it up.
“addilyn, when did you move next door?” chris quizzed, trying to change the subject.
“um, we officially were moved in on friday” she told the brunette, finally looking up at him. she was met with a soft smile.
“do you like it?” he asked, motioning for her to sit down at his desk chair while he sat himself on the couch at the foot of his bed.
“yeah. it’s a lot bigger than the apartment we moved out of.” addilyn replied.
much to addilyn’s surprise, she managed to keep the small talk with the triplets (well nick and chris really, matt ignored her the entire time) for the whole hour it took for dinner to finish. when they were called downstairs, addilyn sat in between chris and nick, and was met with matt’s constant dirty looks from across the table. after dinner, addilyn talked more with the two boys and realized she had more in common than she thought. she learned about chris’ passion for music and his “ungodly” pepsi addiction, according to nick.
“i just don’t understand how you can go that long without drinking water,” addilyn giggled as she turned to face chris, “it can’t be healthy.”
“it’s unreal how quickly this kid goes through a case, my mom’s at the store buying a new pack every other day.” nick tells her.
at the end of the night, chris and nick walked addilyn and her family to the front door. matt decided to stay up in his room after they finished dinner some hours ago, muttering about how he didn’t want to spend any more time with the “weird girl” who moved next door to them. chris and nick repedealty tried to apologize for his actions , only to be met with addilyn quietly saying she’s grown accustom to it.
“i’ll see you tomorrow in art, yeah?” nick smiled, pulling addilyn in for a hug. she nodded and gave him a smile, saying goodnight to chris as well before she and her family walked back over to their house.
when she got up into her room, addilyn pulled her dress off, slipping into her pajamas as she tucked herself into her bed. she was very satisfied with how the evening turned out, even if matt was being rude to her. she connected so easily with nick and chris and began to think maybe being their neighbor wasn’t so bad after all. she turned to her side, gazing out the window of her bedroom, only for her view to be met with another bedroom in the house next door. although she’d been moved in for a few days, she was only now realizing that her window was parallel to one of the bedroom windows in the sturniolo’s house. she sat up more, trying to make out who’s room it was, knowing it wasn’t chris’s.
that was when the boy who resided in that room stood up from the bed to close the blinds. before he fully pulled them down, he noticed the girl staring back at him from her bedroom and scoffed, yanking the blinds down rather aggressively.
of course it’s matt, she thought to herself as she drifted into sleep for the night, who else?
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invisible scars (referenced previous talk here)
[ID: A colourless, digital Trigun comic of Vash and Wolfwood talking about Wolfwood's scars. They're both laying in bed and topless. Vash lays on top of Wolfwood, playing with the rosary around his neck. Then, Vash kisses a spot on Wolfwood's chest. Wolfwood asks, "What are you doing?" Vash smiles sadly, "You got shot here. In the last town we visited. You didn't even bother moving."
Vash props himself up over Wolfwood, who frowns slightly. Wolfwood is quiet for a moment before he says, "You remember that, huh?" Vash grabs Wolfwood's left wrist and brings it to his face. "And here." He kisses another spot there. "When you helped free the hostages from that robber..." Wolfwood dismissively says, looking away, "Was a lucky shot." Vash huffs, “Don’t brag. Jeez.”
Half of Wolfwood's expression is shown, eyes returning to Vash who is now sitting up, continuing to say, "And..." Vash goes on and kiss Wolfwood's right palm. "You got cut here, even though that girl was aiming at me." A moment from the past flashes, of Wolfwood grabbing a knife aimed at Vash, his hand bleeding.
At present, Vash moves down and puts another kiss on Wolfwood's right shoulder. "And here, from watching my back." Another memory flashes of Wolfwood and Vash back to back. Vash looks back as Wolfwood grins while holding Punisher, bleeding from multiple gunshots in his shoulder.
"And," Vash combs up Wolfwood's hair to reveal his forehead, "Here." A final memory shows Wolfwood with a regeneration vial in his mouth while getting shot on his temple. The next panel is framed in blood with Vash at the center, eyes wide and stunned in horror. The next panel is a closed up shot of Wolfwood's eye, locked on Vash's face.
Back to present, Vash’s head is bowed down as Wolfwood raises a hand to his nape and says, “Spikey.”
Wolfwood looks serious and frowns as he says, "We talked about this. Those were my decisions. They're not there anymore. Forget about them." Vash looks very sad before he smiles ruefully and says, "I still see them. All the time." He leans down so they touch foreheads. Wolfwood’s sorrowful expression can be seen as Vash says, "You protect so much. I could never forget what you've done to me. And many others..."
In the last image, they're drawn more cartoonishly. Wolfwood sweats and asks, "You don't actually remember every wound, right?" Vash points at a spot on his chest. "Kuroneko left a scratch here 7 times." Wolfwood, startled, says, "Why the hell are you keeping count—" End ID]
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#vashwood#vash the stampede#nicholas d wolfwood#trigun#trigun maximum#another scars comic for one of the vw week days!!!! frankly i think about their scars WAY too often . most notably wolfwood's because#it really symbolizes a lot for him imo bc for vash it's a history of all the people that's ever harmed him betrayed him and the trust he has#given to humanity despite it all. its a beautiful reflection of his character and then u look at ww and presumably#since we dont really see him half naked Ever (shame) and i mean. i guess technically its a hc -- i assume he wouldn't have any scars bc#of the regen potions (which is why he doesnt have his t scars btw the regen pot took them away :pensive:)#in a way its like washing his hands of blood. giving him the body of someone who might never been involved in a fight never held a gun#but he knows thats not true yet he cant really do anything about it anyway bc he's still just human. if he stops taking the regen pots#he can't press forward. so its just a rinse and repeat and growing accustomed to whats inflicted on him because he knows it'll go away at#the end of the day. he's human but he's also not he's far beyond what could be considered a normal human but he still just is.#mortal but also not immortal. idk. i overthink about it a lot GMSKGMDK frankly i dont think it matters THAT much in the context of trimax#but it means a lot to me somehow. also thinking about how no matter how many times ww kills he's never numb to the sensation of it. maybe#the adrenaline gets to him for the beginning half but ive been rereading like.. vol 3? and that entire fight for ww#u can slowly see him spiral as he keeps on going on. anyway anyway. i love ww#ruporas art
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puppyeared · 4 months
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its so hard to watch time pass when things like careers and assignments exist. what do you mean im supposed to take that seriously
#I have an assignment that was due a week ago and I really really dont want to do it. I have to but i dont want to#im probably making it worse because my brain has built a wall around it so now i can’t do literally anything else until thats done. but#because I don’t want to do it I’m just kinda stuck. turns out this is what they meant when they said emotional regulation is part of#exec dysfunction.. I’ll have a thought like if I get a little bit of it done now i can get it over with. I can just submit something#and then not even 5 minutes later itll be like ugh but I have to draw all the assets out. I have to write things and make spreads ugh#and its just flopping between those two things. i hate it when ppl are like well how much time do you need to work on one thing#because BOY id love to know too. I’d love to know exactly when my brain wants to cooperate with me and work around that but I cant#even my period can’t decide when it wants to punch me in the stomach. which is kinda funny in the grand scheme of things but still#its so weird im just lying on my bed thinking abt all this like damn.. the time will pass anyways no matter what I decide to do.. damn….#if I submit that assignment now and take the L I literally won’t die. it’ll just be a deduction on an assignment nobody will ask me about#I know this but I’m still stressing myself about it so my thoughts aren’t really connecting to my body. weird#maybe its because Im having a hard time looking forward to things. theres definitely a lot I should be living for but I don’t really feel#a strong attachment to it I guess? it’s been like this for a while with holidays and meeting with friends so I just don’t#I kinda figured its because im pretty passionless and its more like passing interest. but it’s not very fun when it feels like I’m going to#be living distraction to distraction for the next 70 years or so lol#idk it kind of feels like slowly bleeding out. which is funny because I actually did experience blood loss this week#had a 30 minute nosebleed and literally could not stand. also it felt like someone was pinching the back of my brain which was interesting#yapping#does this count as vent#vent#Ive just been making an oc carrd and contemplate changing my blog header for the past 3 days honestly
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carnivalcarrion · 8 months
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ok no im so tired but ive had this Thing a Laughingstock Concept Thing in my Brain for Days Now and its.... basically what if Barnaby adopted a lil caterpillar. like it's not sapient or anything its literally A Wriggly Puppet Prop. but he finds it in his home and it reminds him of Howdy and he keeps it. he carries it everywhere. he treats it so tenderly and names it and everything. his delusional smitten subconscious is like "omg... mine & howdy's <3" he and Howdy are not even together at this point
so Barnaby cares for this lil caterpillar and Howdy ends up getting attached as well, because he's on the same shit as Barnaby. and eventually the lil caterpillar pupates, and they watch over the chrysalis So Excited to see what lil wormie will look like as a butterfly. and it emerges and they're so proud and weirdly emotional. the butterfly takes off on its first flight and lands on a flower patch
just in time for Eddie to trip and fall on the patch, instantly crushing it And the butterfly
#in my mind eddie is all 'oh man :( thank goodness frank wasnt around to see that' and then goes about his business#completely missing howdy & barnaby watching on In Horror off to the side#not lil wormie... no....#also in my mind lil wormie looks like the fuckn. Adorable worm from sesame street#oscars little friend i think? the cutest little thing in the world? the little red wormie? yeah....#but im feeling very Tender about bigass dog barnaby toting around this teensie weensie lil worm thing#treating it with utmost care and affection#big characters caring for absolutely tiny thing kills me every fucking time#bury me shallow... ill be back to die again....#absolutely unprompted#laughingstock#ohhhh my god im not even gonna say how i almost butchered the laughingstock tag#sometimes i type letters in the wrong order or add an extra one. that would have been so unfortunate but Deeply Hilarious#ANYWAY LIL WORMIE IS AN ESTABLISHED THING IN MY MIND AND I DONT KNOW WHY#maybe... maybe tomorrow i will scribble it...#also to be clear the events of this post all happen within a week or two.#it is a brief shining Worm Time#ok going to bed now officially. im going#wait no i have to complain about something ive done to myself hold on#so i really like reeses puffs cereal yeah? but the problem is it cuts up my mouth to hell and back and makes eating anything a Pain#tried to eat sauerkraut tonight... it burned... the roof of my mouth is so scraped up...#i Will be eating another bowl when i wake up tho. its too tasty. i can take the annoyance that is minor pain. i have a high tolerance <3#can i easily Not eat it? yeah. but i dont want to stop. nothing will stop me. its a jumbo box. i Will Finish It.#anyway wormie <3 gonna go think about her <3
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paperrcrownss · 8 months
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bread and circuses.
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hella1975 · 2 months
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we may have lost another one to the bisexual hotgirl and straight loserboy agenda but trust i am fighting it comrades 🫡
#IM TRYINGGGGG. the fuck of it all is that we've been going on dates on and off for WEEKS now#and i said to him at the start im not looking for anything serious and there's a chance he might be mugging himself off#bc i am just NOT emotionally available and low and behold we were at the pub the other night and wound up having a pretty#serious talk about how ive really liked getting closer to him and i genuinely enjoy our time together but i just cant see anything#serious coming of it NOT BC OF HIM BC GENUINELY I FEEL LIKE IVE MET MY MATCH WITH THIS BOY#NO ONE IRL CAN BANTER WITH ME LIKE HE CAN AND THAT IS SUCHHH A CRUCIAL BOX TO TICK WITH ME#but i just dont think im mentally or emotionally in the place for a relationship and i dont like him ENOUGH to fight for it#like it's been v illuminating v much that 'you never realise just how mentally ill you are until you try persuing a romantic relationship'#bc DAMN. i feel insane like why cant i just be normal about things and enjoy nice things and people in my life#BUT despite me saying all this to him and TRYING NOT TO BE THE ASSHOLE he has fully admitted that he likes me SO MUCH#that he'd like to keep going on dates and stuff regardless of the end result. like he genuinely just likes my company#and will take it in any capacity he can get he literally SAID that he's whipped for me 😭#and im like HOW DO I WIN HERE. IF I TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THAT IM AN ASSHOLE BUT CUTTING HIM OFF ISNT FAIR EITHER#AND I LIKE OUR LITTLE DATES AND BEING SPOILED AND HAVING SOMEONE BE A LITTLE OBSESSED WITH ME#SORRY IF THAT MAKES ME A BAD GUY. GOD FORBID WOMEN DO ANYTHING#ughhhhhhh. so yeah we're going on another date tonight. shoot me i dont care!!!!#hella goes to uni
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britneyshakespeare · 6 months
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dallon weekes has a portrait that ages for him in his attic like dorian gray but it also still looks pretty good because he doesn't really do anything wrong
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bulbabutt · 4 months
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no offence to people who genuinely enjoyed james somerton and feel cheated but you could kind of tell he didnt give a shit about anything he ever said. there was no passion or personable anecdotes in anything he ever made, and the fact he was constantly posting videos was crazy. like if you watch your more popular video essayists theyre always coming from a point of 1) education in a field 2) passion in a subject and 3) being open about themselves
like , this man hopped on the video essay train because of the popularity of his peers and just tokened himself into "the gay video essayist" as if so many other people werent already doing that? and the lack of care for intersectionality was obvious. i stopped ever watching him after he took it personally that some marvel show was about black exploitation in america and not about two men kissing each other, cuz it became abundantly clear that was the only experience he gave a shit about (his own)
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I just love when he does creacher shit like this so much
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gentil-minou · 7 months
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sharing my wangxian phlebotomist!wwx/blood donor!lwj au from twitter here (a summary here if you wanna see)
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The hardest part of the adoption process was supposed to be endless paperwork and screenings and the anxiety of not being good enough to meet high standards of the court.
It wasn't supposed to be A-Yuan's first doctors appointment.
His pitiful screams fill the small doctor's office. He's clinging to Lan Wangji's shoulders like there a lifeline, hiding and all LWJ wants to do is bundle up his son and carry him back to safety.
But these are mandatory vaccines he needs in order to attend pre-k. So he cant.
Nurse: Shots are never fun at this age, huh He would beg to differ; they're never fun at any age But see lwj isnt afraid of the shots themselves. Hes terrified of the sight of blood. His BFF loves horror movies & he watches them with her bravely by staring at the corner of the tv
When lwj gets his blood drawn, he looks closes his eyes and imagines being in a cold pond somewhere. But he's never been afraid of just the shot before.
He's helpless in the face of his son's distress. The nurse sighs, saying theyll have to try again another day.
A-Yuan sniffles into his baba's shirt, exhausted from the crying fit. His eyes are still watery and he looks around the room with such fear in his eyes, before withdrawing back into the safety of his baba's chest.
Lan Wangji has no idea what to do, only cradles him closer
Thankfully, LWJ has someone who can help. His best friend, Jiang Yanli is a child therapist and has been helping him prepare his home for A-Yuan.
If anyone knows what to do, it's Yanli-jie
JYL: Zhanzhan, have you tried showing him its not scary?
LWJ has not, bc he's terrified
JYL is the only one allowed to call him Zhanzhan. In Uni she was the one who mentored him his first week of school. Someone slipped him alcohol and he got deliriously drunk.
Yanli-jie was the one who found him and took him home. This is what they told the cohort but actually…
JYL: seeing his Baba get a shot and be okay might motivate him to be more brave
LWJ certainly doesn't feel brave. He's thinking of the blood flowing from his veins and then LEAVING them to go who knows where. It sounds barbaric
He has the distinct memory of learning what a period is in middle school and promptly passing out
He is not a fan of anything related to blood
But LWJ has learned that Yanli-jie knows what she's doing, so, despite the way he can swear he feels his blood pumping with fear, he agrees...but there's a problem.
LWJ: I am up to date on all my shots. How can I show him it is safe?
JYL: Hmm....I have an idea. My brother is a phlebotomist! He can help.
LWJ is confused. Last he heard, the younger Jiang is a prosecutor who makes a living viciously yelling in a courtroom.
JYL: Not him, Zhanzhan. My adoptive brother, A-Xian. I bet he would be happy to help you. He works at the blood bank at Yiling Clinic! The perfect exposure!
For who?, LWJ wonders. A blood bank sounds like a house of horrors to him. And a person who chooses to stick a needle in people and remove the very force that gives them life? He cannot imagine getting along with this person at all.
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Yiling Clinic is a community clinic in a part of town Lan Wangji has never been to, especially since the Gusu Group has their own private hospital.
But this is where Yanli-jie's phlebotomist little brother works.
A-Yuan clings to the back of his legs as they approach the receptionist, a young man with amazing cat eye makeup named Mo Xuanyu
These two definitely do not fit the bill for their usual patients, with their designer clothing, so he asks with some skepticism: Um, can I help you?
LWJ has spent the last two hours siking himself up for the blood part, he isn't prepared at all for social interactions. He flounders like a fish.
LWJ: …I am…We are here for…
A shout comes from behind them: Ah! A-Yu, is that A-jie's friend? Zhanzhan?
LWJ flinches until he sees a man sprinting towards them. The 1st thing he notices is this man is wearing lilac scrubs with little white rabbits on them.
The 2nd thing he notices is this man has the most enchanting smile he's ever seen. Already, LWJ feels more relaxed.
The man winks at him: You like the scrubs? A-jie said A-Yuan liked bunnies, I figured this would help keep him calm.
LWJ does not blurt I like bunnies too. But only just.
Beside the man is a pediatric nurse named Wen Ning, no relation, who says he's here to help with A-Yuan
Yanli-jie's little brother, the phlebotomist, introduces himself: Ah! Sorry, Lan Zhan. Jiejie always calls you that so it just stuck. I'm Wei Wuxian. You can call me Wei Ying if you wanna make it even.
Strangely, LWJ feels no need to correct him: Lan Zhan is fine, Wei Ying.
WWX smiles so brightly, LWJ feels dizzy with it.
WWX: Now where's the little bunny himself?
A-Yuan has been clinging behind LWJ's pant leg, tilting around just enough to peek with one eye at this strange gege.
WWX: Maybe not a rabbit then, a radish who likes to hide away!
A-Yuan becomes offended: I don't like radishes!
WWX laughs: Me neither! But Qing-jie says they help us grow big and strong, so they can't be all that bad huh?
WWX is crouched in front of A-Yuan, draping both arms across his knees and resting his chin in one hand. He waits.
LWJ admires his patience. The longer WWX waits, crouched and rocking back and forth in front of A-Yuan, smile gently and welcoming, the more A-Yuan's natural curiosity gets the better of him.
Eventually, his son comes out from behind his leg to touch a black bunny on his sleeve
A-Yuan: I like this one. We only have a white bunny at home.
WWX: I like the black bunny too! What's your bunny's name?
A-Yuan: Banana, bc she tries to eat Baba's banana every morning, and you are what you eat.
He recites this with all the solemnity a 4 yo could possess
WWX's laughter echoes through the lobby: Well! You're very right, A-Yuan. Maybe you aren't a radish after all then. Tell me, what do little boys eat?
A-Yuan: I'm not little! I'm 4 and a half!
WWX: Right, right, I sincerely apologize for my mistake. What do big boys eat then?
A-Yuan purses his lips and taps his chin, pondering his question carefully: Hmm… jelly beans?
WWX looks like he wants to laugh more, but instead says: I see, I see. Thank you for your wisdom A-Yuan.
He looks up at LWJ, dark eyes dancing. LWJ's heart rabbits against his chest
WWX: If your baba is ready, we can head down to my cave if you'd like. I have a lot of cool machines I'd love to show you.
A-Yuan's eyes widen into saucers as he gasps: A cave? Wowww
They grin conspiratorially at each other, before turning bright eyes up at LWJ
LWJ feels warm and much more relaxed inside, so he nods: Mn. We may go.
A-Yuan cheers and holds WWX's hand as the head downstairs.
LWJ trails behind making small talk with WN, watching WWX and A-Yuan swing their hands and skip ahead, feeling something warm blossom in his chest.
The hallway to Wei Wuxian's lab isn't anything like Lan Wangji expects.
The rooms at Gusu are all perfectly pristine and sterile, painted white to promote serenity, rest, and healing.
For one thing, he'd raided a Halloween store at some point and hung up all sorts of decorations, mostly vampire themed. There's one that's says "I vant to suck your blood!" except suck is crossed out and replaced with "donate". Wwx and A-yuan giggle together at wwx's fake accent
It's definitely not up to Gusu General's strict standards. For one thing, there're beanbag chairs in the hall outside. Wwx says it's to feel more comfy while others wait, as he's the only phlebotomist on staff and it can take a while. A-Yuan personally tests each one.
His lab is…adequate if far too small. There's a desk that's overrun with stacks of papers and textbooks and a shelf that's filled with even more. The actual space where blood is drawn is, thankfully, sterile and clean. Though he's decorated with demons demanding blood for food
There's a temp controlled room where the blood is stored, with a red door and the words "Blood Pool" written in menacing barely legible font
Despite the…interesting decor, the room is homely and, surprisingly, welcoming. A-Yuan at least is having a very fun time getting a tour
Wwx patiently answers all of A-Yuan’s questions, even the endless why's, with utmost sincerity, even when his answers are purely nonsense.
Lwj can't stop the fond smile from lifting the corner of his lips. A-Yuan had never warmed up to a medical professional so fast.
He's pulled from his musings when A-Yuan grabs his sleeve: Baba! Blood-gege says this machine makes blood spin around!
Wwx burst out laughing: Blood-gege? I love it!
Lwj is enchanted, head repeating those last 3 words again and again as wwx fondly ruffles A-Yuan's fluffy hair
Wwx: alright, now that you're familiar with my beauty Chenqing (referring to his bloody spinny machine lwj does not want to think about), shall we get down to business?
He says this with his bright dark eyes glittering at LWJ. Right. The blood donating part.
Lwj gulps, nodding. A prisoner walking up to the gallows.
TBC
(If you're interested, I'm probably going to continue at least up to the end of the first part before i just make it into one long fic! You can follow it on my twitter!)
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skeletalheartattack · 9 months
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re: your recent tags about the gameboy sp! that boy's got headphone adapters i POMISE!!!
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the magic of modern science. wow...
#ask#sapphicdroid#i did look it up to fact check myself after i reblogged the post and saw the adapters#honestly when i was younger i never knew it didnt have a headphone jack#granted the only time i ever saw one in person was on the school bus with a friend#he played pokemon blue on it and i dont remember the details of all that went on during#i mightve also seen another kid on the bus play pokemon emerald. i dont remember.#however that was my first exposure to gen 3 pokemon. as a kid i only knew about Red Blue Yellow and Crystal#my brothers had Red and Blue. and so thusly i have both games now. i... dont know where my copy of Red is though.#i have a copy of Yellow from Ebay but it loses its memory sometimes. which i think is why it was put on Ebay in the first place#Crystal however? well first i knew of gen 2 through pokemon stadium 2#we had both pokemon stadiums for the n64. or. well. still do have them.#speaking of. sure does suck to go through the gym leaders and elite 4 in those games. mostly due to how long rounds are.#emulated it a while back and i had to use the fast forward feature a lot#anyway. Crystal. somehow i got my copy from a random coat in a clothing store. just. in the pocket.#i dont know how i managed to find it. it was either in a coat my mom was looking at or i was looking through pockets... probably the former#anyway within like a week. a kid in 3rd grade stole it from me#i... think i got to the elite 4? i remember getting to the last dude with the charizard. forgive me for forgetting his name.#but like right after i had it stolen. i got on the bus and vented to my friend and he was like ''oh i have two copies of crystal''#and then gave his second copy to me. i forget if it was on the day of or if it was the next day.#anyway that same day it got stolen again. by the same kid. that kid stole so much shit from me#he switched schools the next year so i couldnt do anything about it#i have uhhh... soul silver now. so its not that big of a deal these days#anyway thank you for the ask :) i appreciate you telling me anyway
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northern-passage · 1 year
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Genuine thought as a fellow trans dude, I’ve seen a lot of (obviously non-serious) questions on other blogs about characters’ genitals such as “how does it look like?” and similar, and I think we all know & understand that such questions are extremely inappropriate to ask and (I hope) no one would actually go around asking these questions irl. Idk, I think we should treat trans characters just like cis ones, without any special “precautions”, so to normalise them and not make cis people treat them like fragile boxes, a thing which happens to a lot of us irl. Hope this doesn’t come off as an attack or anything lol.
no worries, i didn't take this as an attack at all. i actually agree with you, that's why i mentioned feeling conflicted about it and also mentioned that i've changed my stance on how i felt about handling Noel and Clementine in game and in explicit intimate scenes.
however, for me the problem comes from the fact that people... don't ask these kinds of questions about cis characters? i suppose people do get cheeky "who is the biggest 🤪" asks but i would hardly compare the two. to be a bit crude, no one is going to be asking if a cis character has a dick or not, or "what does it look like". of course it's natural for people to be curious, and i honestly encourage the open discussion and am happy to see trans bodies being talked about more in a positive way, but not everyone is going to be comfortable with it due to the inescapable transphobia online and in the community. sending me that kind of ask is like sending out an invitation for a debate or a discussion that i don't necessarily want to have. i also just don't think people should default to asking a random IF author on tumblr dot com to describe what bottom growth looks like.
and with most of these asks typically coming from someone who is anonymous, i have no way of truly knowing what the tone is, what their intentions are or why this is being asked - is it another trans person? or maybe someone who is just genuinely curious? or, more likely in my experience, is it someone who is going to immediately follow up this message with something transphobic after i answer? do i want to roll the dice and find out?
so while i agree with what you're saying, it's important to consider the context and the reality we live in. the IF community is not kind to trans people or trans characters. and as a trans person, my first priority is protecting myself and my mental health. so what i mean when i say "precautions," is that those precautions are for me, because i've had to deal with transphobic harassment here for years now, and i try to mitigate it as much as i can. it's also for my personal comfort - again, to be blunt, i'm simply just not comfortable discussing a trans character's genitals with anonymous strangers on the internet. it makes me feel vulnerable.
also i do want to say i didn't mean for any of that to come across as a dig at other authors - if you're comfortable answering those kinds of questions, that's really only something you can decide for yourself. like i said, this is just coming from my own experiences in IF and for my own personal comfort - i have previously talked a lot about trans stuff and gender and sexuality here, when i'm feeling up to it, but it is something that is very draining for me and can also be very upsetting.
basically: i do agree that it's important not to other trans characters or treat them any differently than cis characters, but i also think there are ways to do it that don't require me answering invasive questions or questions that i don't feel comfortable with as a real life trans person, you know what i mean?
#hopefully this better explains what i was trying to say#again no worries anon i've had this exact conversation before with other trans people#and it's something that i don't think has a perfect solution esp with the current... climate#and especially online with the anonymity it makes these topics really touchy. you don't know who is reading this or who is interacting#if it's sincere or in bad faith#things have changed a lot in the IF community for the better but it's still not safe and i always advocate for an author to protect#themself first#back when i started tnp it was not at all common for ppl to list characters as cis#really it was only nb or trans characters that got listed in that way#and it's why i chose not to do that and why i wanted the player to find out lea and merry was trans at the same time as the hunter#same with noel and clem and their privacy#giving them that agency was important to me#and it's still important to me now#but i got a lot of harassment because of that. the lea reveal didnt even end up in game it was on the blog and it was weeks of harassment#afterwards that still makes me anxious to this day whenever i talk about lea's transness#so basically like. it comes down to what someone is comfortable with and what they're mentally able to handle#edit: thinkin abt it more &im going to be honest if someone sent me an ask that said ‘what does it look like�� i would be very Not Happy#like cis people & cis characters do Not get treated that way so why would i allow it for my trans characters#so i stand by saying that these asks are inappropriate like. i obviously dont know the context of what ur referencing#but that’s a hard no from me personally either way#to me as a trans person that question in itself is othering and objectifying#ask#anonymous
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