#i just want to say that this man isn't safe with me in a room<33

[narcissarina]

𝔊𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔢𝔫 ℭ𝔞𝔤𝔢, 𝔅𝔩𝔲𝔢 𝔅𝔬𝔫𝔡𝔰

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Pairings: bodyguard!Leon × college billionaire!reader

Word count: 2,948

Tw: suggestive, mentions of trauma(?), chase play

Summary: after last nights incident, you came to Leon’s meeting and met everyone and got to the training room. He helps you train.

𝙸𝚅.

You woke up, in a different clothing and staring blankly to Leon. He wore a black polo, red tie and some black jeans. He was leaning against your wall, beside the doorframe and his arms were folded.

Leon just told you about last night, you were crying and hitting your pillow repeatedly until you calm down then finally bore your eyes to Leon. “Are you done, princess?” he asked, stepping forward then sit on the edge, his hand supporting his weight when he leans, you nodded and flop nod face first.

“It’s not your fault, don’t beat yourself to it.” Leon said, he was hesitant at first but placed his hand to your thigh—giving it a squeeze, you hum at his touch but didn’t show signs of disapproval nor discomfort. You’re hugging your pillow and muffling your sniffles.

“I’m just glad you came…”

“I came, because you called.” Leon assured and his hand left your thigh and took that pillow away that’s been blocking your face. If it helps, Leon will compliment you, “Let me see that pretty crying face of yours, sweetheart.” He chuckle and use both of his hand to help you sit up.

But you added weight to stay in bed, Leon’s stronger than you so you’re pretty light to him. “Come here.” He said and open his arms, you didn’t bother to lift a finger and just bury your face to the crook of his neck—you swift your position a little and your forehead to his neck. Looking down at his tie that he didn’t tie up yet.

“Where you going?” you asked, Leon’s hand caress your back to comfort you, “I’m going to a meeting, they need me.” Leon replied, his tone low. He fights himself not to bury his nostrils to your hair and inhale your scent, it oddly calms him down. Yet, he doesn’t know why he finds solace to your scent.

“Can I come?” you plead, your chin to his chest—giving your best puppy eyes. It made Leon crack a small smile as his hand found contact with your cheeks, brushing away those tears from your eyes and tracing the tear burns away. “I don’t know, will you be good?” he asked, raising a brow.

You gave a weak nod, your chin still to his chest as he pulled himself away.

“Okay then, go get ready.”

You muster up all your energy to got out of bed, Leon even praises you for it since he knew you’re really having a hard time right now ever since last night, “my parents didn’t know about last night, right?” your words came out like a hush to the wind, Leon shakes his head and pats your head. “Look at that, you got out of bed.”

You rolled your eyes and get yourself ready.

Leon waited at the gate, his motorcycle parked. You bid farewell to your parents and catch up with him, “Leon!” you called, he turns and tuck his hand to his pockets, “ready to go?” you nodded at his question as he handed you a helmet.

“I hope you like thrill rides.” Leon said, putting his own helmet on as you got to his back, good thing you wore soft cotton pants today and a long sleeve fitted top, “what do you mean? We’re on your bike.” You spoke as Leon starts to rev.

“You’ll see what I mean, princess. Hold on tight.” You squeeze your hands together around his waist, feeling his rock hard abs, you want your fingers to brush up and down and tease him. You poke and before he starts, he leans back—grabs both of your hands and squeeze them together, pull you close as he turns to see you. “Don’t too naughty now.”

You felt your cheeks and ear burning hot, you nod and hold yourself close to him. Then took off.

The ride was okay, you didn’t quite know what Leon just said about thrill rides. He turns to look at his watch, “let’s not be late.” He mutter, “what?” your question were muffled when Leon rev again as he sped up.

Skipping lines and squeezing in to possible space to get in time, your hold tightens—your head resting to his back as he increases the speed. “Wanna see a trick?” Leon yelled for you to hear, desperately shaking your head but feels like he’s lifting the front wheel off the ground, “oh, fuck no!” you curses, causing you to hold on much tighter as if you’re now holding on for your dear life.

Good thing that nightmare finally ended, you were left shaking at the backseat. Leon took his helmet off as he could feel you trembling, “you can let go now,” he chuckle, tapping your fingers but you shake your head. Hugging him tighter, Chris came to the door, “Oh, Leon. Jesus,” His friend was surprised that he brought you with him.

“No need to worry, Chris. She’s my responsibility.” Leon assured, “you better,” Chris hates his head and gestures inside, “come on, the meeting is starting soon.”

“I’ll be with you after I calm her down.” Leon struggles to take your hand apart so you could let him go, he now has both of your wrist as he slowly guide you off his bike. “See? I warned you, didn’t I?” you hit him and weakly try fighting him because he gave you a scare for life.

“Come on, I’ll be late.” Leon smirks and get off your helmet and put it in the bike, “I’ll buy you ice cream.” He bribe and finally got you to calm down and guide you inside.

He was greeted by people, as he came to his group.

“Oh my.” Claire gasp, Rebecca supposed to say something but got cut off by Chris, “don’t worry, Leon brought her here.” Leon nodded at his words, “if anything happens, she’s my responsibility.” Leon assured.

“Hey, guys. Just so you know, meetings gonna start s—” Luis spoke and cut himself off when he laid eyes to the group, “well, well, well. Who do we have here?” Luis chuckle and asked, his eyes scanning you and Leon.

“is this the Señorita that you’re guarding?” his his hispanic tone strong as he asked your bodyguard. “Sure is.” Leon answered Luis question, “You’re doing a great job guarding a dime.” Luis chuckle and walk over to Leon and hand him a file.

You felt embarrassed at the mans flattering words, “where are my manners?” Luis said and turn to you, “my names Luis, encantado.” He flashes a smile and wave the group, “ciao.”

“Well then,” Leon put the file aside and put his hand over your shoulder, “let me introduce you to some friends, this is Rebecca, Claire and Chris.” Leon points to each and one of them, “the guy who you just met is Luis. He just introduce himself and dip.” Leon added and you could hear Rebecca chuckle at Leon’s remark, “that’s good ‘ol Luis.” The girl with short boy cut said with a smile.

“Meetings starting… I’ll be going first.” Claire dismiss herself and left, Chris followed and smiled at you before disappearing out of sight. Which left you, Rebecca and Leon alone.

“Is there a training ground here?” you whisper to Leon, you tip toe to meet his ears height, “the training room?” Rebecca shift her weight and tilt her head, “we do have one here, currently empty since meeting is being held.” She added before looking at the watch, “I’ll be off now, don’t keep us waiting, agent Kennedy.” She pats Leon’s shoulder and walk off.

“Don’t cause trouble, okay?”

“I’m not a little girl, Leon.”

“I know,” Leon shuffles your hair and look down at you, “training room at the second floor, third door. There’s a bunch of equipment there too.” Leon added, “I’ll be off now.” You nodded and waved him goodbye as you made your way to the elevator and press the third floor button.

You found the room, full of equipment, either weapons or anything to train on. It’s like half of a gym, you packed some extra clothes just incase you get too much sweaty as you train.

Remembering past lessons as you get on with it, taking off your top and revealing your sport bra—you hope no one sees you. It’ll be embarrassing for you if someone barged in as you train and workout, right?

You put on your knuckle sleeve where you beg keeps dropping hints to your father to buy you one, it took a while but at least he finally got the hint and bought you three pairs of it.

You walk to the punching bag, taking a couple of deep breaths—tying your hair up into a messy bun, giving a hit for a couple few times until anger built within you, as if the fire finally receive the fuel to burn. Your hatred and how you almost put yourself in danger because of how unaware you are and how oblivious you can be. You hated people who take other people for granted, knowing that most of them are men.

You imagine the punching bag as the guy who put fucking drugs into your cocktail, you didn’t lie when you texted Leon that you’re just drinking cocktails and never an alcohol because you would want yourself to be sober than be a wasted fool, pass out then people would take advantage on your passed out form where you are fucking vulnerable.

Fingers starts to hurt, hands becoming numb, an aching feeling in your heart—you image what would happen if Leon didn’t really made it in time, you’d be harass, kidnap or worse. Tears starts to form in your eyes, your hands red from all the strike you put your energy to. Even the knuckle pads weren’t enough to bruising your hand.

Each strike was hit by anger, despair, the pain it caused you—the trauma you gain and an experience that you wouldn’t forget as it was craved at the back of your head.

You screamed at it and give it a final blow, causing it to break and get thrown at the ground as it can’t hold the impact of every punch you gave it, tears were already slipping to your cheeks—sobbing and shaking. Looking at your hands, red and bruised. You ignored the pain, probably because you’re punishing yourself for it.

You don’t know what to do since you broke their punching bag, you don’t know how much it cost and you’d be damn if you talk to your father to replace their punching bag. You got to carried away, and you can’t blame yourself when you got too much thoughts and anger to let out.

Leon was at the door, watching you punish yourself—beating the shit out of the punching bag until it breaks and pour floor with sands. Meetings just ended and he went straight to this room to look for you.

He walk towards you, taking off his tie and putting it on the side, “hey.” He called, you heard his voice and turn around to see him, “I broke the…” you mutter, looking down at the ground as you feel ashamed to yourself for breaking something that clearly doesn’t belong to you. Leon nodded, walking up to your vulnerable figure, you fidgeting your fingers as he puts both of his hands to your shoulder. Making you shudder how cold his hands were, probably the AC was on when the meeting started.

“I’ll replace it, didn’t I say that you’re my responsibility?” Leon assured and wipe the tear off that fell down from your cheek, “say, let me help you train, yeah?” he suggested, his hands retreating and going to the opposite side. “You strike, I do defense. Let me see how well you train yourself to fight.”

You nodded to his words and chuckle, you never thought your father also hired a fucking mentor. “What’s so funny, princess? Come on, get on your fighting stance.” Leon spoke, lighting up the room, to lift your sadness and sorrows and help you improve your fighting skill—so if ever Leon wasn’t around, you’d buy him time to get to your aid when you’re in danger.

You strike, he blocks your attack with his forearm. “again,” Leon command, you hit again—giving your best hit to his forearm, “come on,” he chuckle and hit you lightly which caught you off guard, “hey! You said you’ll only do defense.” You frown, he smirk and stood straight—rolling up his sleeve to show his muscles.

“I mean, where’s the thrill in that?” you rolled your eyes at his words and charged at him, lifting your leg up and trying your best to beat him to the floor.

This turned into a play fight, which got Rebecca, Claire, and Chris curious and just watched—they feel like they’re watching two cats fighting since you’re the one throwing a fit to Leon and he’s just enabling you to fight him and make him get on his ground.

It was tiring, but you learn so much from him. You were having fun, but at the same time Leon is trying to piss you off to let out your steam of anger. You quickly learn to get which move he’ll make and you change your fighting pace.

Which finally got you on top of him as he finally was defeated to the ground, making you yelp in victory. “I got you!” you yelp, panting—chest rising up and down as Leon’s hair was a mess and full of sweat.

A whistle was heard from the door, “so much sexual tension.” Luis said before running off because Rebecca would hit him with a file in her hand, Claire backed off quickly and motion the others to leave the room.

You felt embarrassed as crimson rise from your cheeks and ears, you feel yourself pulsing. You sat on his hard abs, not to his pants or else you would’ve feel the boner that Leon has. “Get up, princess. Don’t get use to this.”

You nodded and got off of him, helping him up as both of you were covered in sweat. Leon’s polo felt tight and so is the confinement of his pants. “there’s the door to the changing room.” Leon points behind you, you turn to see as he approach your bag and hand it to you.

“go change, I’ll take you home.”

You follow his words and got change to an oversize sweater and a baggy pants, you fresh up and put on some perfume so that your father wouldn’t question the sweat that you had with Leon when he trained with you.

You got home, got greeted by the servants again. Leon chuckle at what he thought is a tradition of this household, you called out for your parents to let them know you’re home, “Father, we’re back!” you called, but no response. You got to the stairs and called out again, “Father!”

Someone cleared their throat loudly to capture your attention, “your father and mother went out of country for official business.” The butler said, “where to?” you asked, jogging down and meeting him face to face, “I do not know, he just told me to inform you that they will be out for a while.” You nodded and mouth “thank you.”

So… you have the house to yourself. Great! You could do anything you want, dress how you want and be whoever you want. No parents to tell you what to do, tell you how to act and you could do shit without getting scolded. But one problem, Leon’s still here.

“Don’t get too excited, princess.” He said, walking up behind you—he leans and whispered to your ear, “you know I’m still here, hm?” he tilts his head, his lips dangerously close to your ear.

“You can shoo now!” you exclaim, turning around to push him away, “after all this time, you still push me away? You wound me…” you squint at him and hit him a couple of times, but you stomp on his foot which got him pissed.

“Listen here, doll.” You yelp when he growls and start chasing you, “you better run,” you could hear him chuckle and smile with amusement. You shut every door that you go but he ended up bursting through them and chasing you.

He’s having fun, but you feel your heart race.

You went to your room and hid under your bed, calm your breath and wait for him to barge in and find you. He came in, you see his shoe taking every step, you felt the excitement of this little cat and mouse chasing game but you also feel the suspense.

“come on out, sweetheart.” He spoke softly, his voice deep and luring. “Come on, you still push me away?” he teases, he finds amusement to your little playfulness.

You give out a breathy giggle and lift your feet a little to give a little small light stomp, not until you feel hands on your ankle—you screamed as you got pulled out, got manhandled, as you flop to bed with your back on the softness of your bed.

“let go!” you whine and giggle, “you like this?” he asked, struggling to catch your wrist until he puts them up your head and his nose buried to the crook of your neck. Inhaling your scent once again, you feel ticklish and his hip separating your legs, making them wide apart.

“Leon, stop! You’re tickling me. Stop poking your gun.”

He chuckle and place soft kisses to your neck as he whispers, “that’s not a gun, I don’t have it with me.”

Your heart drop.

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[kairiscorner]

I just love the idea of a miguel o'hara x black cat dynamic, could you possibly write hcs or something else for it?

HELLO ANON !! man, now that you've brought it to my attention,I HAVE TO AGREE, IT IS REALLY CUTE <33 (hang on fuck lemme giggle about this miggy gif for a sec, he so hot I'M SORRYYYY)

he'd find your presence extremely comforting. being miguel o'hara is incredibly difficult, what with carrying the fate of the multiverse on your shoulders and the lives of an infinite number of living beings in your hands, he'd always be on edge, everything may pose a threat to him and everyone around him, and everything might just ruin... everything. i think miguel might have gotten too overwhelmed with work too many times before, and having nobody but himself and lyla to keep him in check, i feel like he's also, almost always, constantly on the brink of breaking. now when he met you, you kind of gave off this aura that you didn't particularly care for making friendships, and that was totally fine with him, you know. but when he learned more and more about you from seeing you more often and going out on missions with you, he learned that it wasn't that you didn't want to make friends, rather, you're not one to make the first move. and when miguel made that first move... oh man did he like you. your whole vibe suddenly changed around him, instead of a reserved and distant kind of person, you became a little more open and a little more bright. though you still were closed off to a lot of other people, your vibe towards miguel changed a lot more when he let himself be closer to you, despite fearing connections himself, because, to him, that's just what felt right. your vibe changed from when before miguel met you, it wasn't an "oh, i don't care" kind of vibe anymore, but rather one that silently and wordlessly told him, "you can talk to me" or an "i'm here for you". when you speak to him, and when you touch him (like on his arms or shoulders) he feels his burdens slowly lightening up. even just you being in the room, after having known you and beginning to trust you with a lot more than he originally would've let you off with, he feels a lot more safe, comfortable, and protected when you're around :>

you're surprisingly a wonderful conversationalist, and he loves that about you. miguel isn't one for small talk, and neither were you. you two appreciated conversations that held significant meaning, not just so you could talk about the weather or other topics that pointed to nowhere in particular. he was a little surprised at how chatty you really were when you both started getting into the topic of your conversation. he would wish time would stop right then and there just so he could eternally listen to your enthusiastic voice when you talk about something you love, because it's a rare moment for both of you, to talk to each other in such a way that it feels kind of intimate, and in a sense, it is. you don't just open up like this and talk like that to just anyone, miguel has been, so far, one of the only people you truly feel comfortable talking to this way without wanting to withdraw. he loves seeing you smile when you talk about your interests, when you're reminiscing happy memories, how you blush when you realize you're getting way too ahead of yourself; he loves every bit of you when you do that <333

whenever his feelings get too out of hand, your touch and voice always calm him down. of course, miguel is not immune to those bouts of anger and frustration when a mission goes awry or when he gets too anxious about another anomaly and what might be the aftermath if they don't take care of it soon. he tells himself he has to be calm, collected, and rational, because if not him... who will be? since you're more observant than a vast majority of people around you, you'd begin to notice the signs in which miguel is starting to lose his grip over his emotions. you have a lot to say to him, but finding the right words at the right time is a luxury, really; so you'd, at first, put your hand on his and look at him in the eye. when he's looking at you, you smile--no matter what kind of face he's staring back at you, be it one of fear, anger, disappointment, resentment--you'd smile up at him anyway. then you'd tell him what you felt like he'd need to hear at the moment, and you'd tell him in the most you way possible, the way he loves hearing comfort, in your own voice. though that doesn't really take away his problems or burdens, he gets relieved so much that he finds the strength to keep going, to keep trying his hardest, and that's because of you.

a/n: SORRY IT'S SO SHORT, BUT I HAD SO MANY THOUGHTS I WANTED TO PUT OUT THERE, imma make more parts of this soooooooon :DD

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @luvstarrstruck @binibinileonara

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n #atsv miguel #miguel spiderman #miguel o'hara headcanons #miguel o'hara fluff

[loserdiaz]

wip wednesday

tagged by: @monsterrae1 @rogerzsteven @shortsighted-owl @messyhairdiaz @prettyboybuckley @spotsandsocks @buddierights @comaboybuck

this is from my therapy fic <33

“Nothing leaves the safe space of this room, by the way. Nothing you can say will shock me or make me think less of you. We’re here for a common purpose, after all." "Which is—?" Buck asks. "Well, that's something you will have to figure out together." Avery tilts her head. "Why don't we start, shall we? Face each other, please. We’re going to begin by reintroducing your energies.” Buck and Eddie remain unmoving. "Ten minutes, let's go." "Guys, come on." Avery chuckles. “Sometimes we become so wrapped up in a routine, we forget to look each other in the eye. When was the last time you had even ten seconds of solid eye contact?” "We look at each other all the time, this is stupid." Buck mumbles, a frown etched on his face and his lips pursed in discontent. "Eddie, come on, do we really need to do this?" There's a beat of silence and then— Fuck it, Eddie thinks. "I think— I think we do." His chest expands on a measured breath; then he lets it out and arranges his big body to face Buck. “Ten minutes?” “Ten is an arbitrary starting point,” Avery says. “There are no time limits or rules within this space. If something feels right, we’ll continue with it.” "Shouldn't we talk about why we're here or something first? I just—" "Just do it, Buck." Eddie's heart hammers in his throat as he faces Buck, their knees bumping as Buck sighs and follows to copy his position. Eddie lifts his gaze to meet Buck's, catastrophic blues locking into warm and hopeful browns. Avery hums in approval, but Eddie barely hears the sound. He barely registers anything other than Buck, Buck, Buck. He has to focus on keeping his breathing even in the path of those damn blue eyes— steady and lost at the same time, a combination that Eddie isn't sure he was expecting. But it's easy. It's easy to sit there and look at Buck and lose himself in the ocean of his gaze. He's always looking at Buck, after all. He looked at Buck when he needed someone to hold on to as a bullet ripped its way through him. He looked at Buck when he gave the man his heart, when he gave him Christopher, and asked him to be gentle. He was looking at Buck when a lightning strike almost took him away from him. He was looking at Buck when the man lay unconscious on a hospital bed and Eddie didn't know if he'd look him in the eyes ever again. He's always looking at Buck, Eddie thinks, like this big magnetic pull that pulls him in. Except— Buck only makes it five seconds in, and then he's looking down at his lap. “What happened?” Eddie asks, trying to not let the hurt and pain show in his voice. (He fails) "Seriously, Buck? You can't even look at me now? And you still say that we're fine?" He rasps out, disbelief and anger and hurt mixing and pooling in his stomach and twisting around his heart. “I don’t know.” "You don't know? What's—?" Eddie shakes his head. "Since when you can't even look at me?"

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#wip wednesday #therapy fic #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buddie #buddie fic #911 fic #my wips #my writing

[sacredsnape]

hiii! if requests are open could I get a snape and professor reader where its snapes birthday and she bursts into his classroom while hes teaching (she doesnt know he has a class) with gifts and whatnot, yelling happy birthday and everyones just shocked for a few minutes?? (snapes close to tears bcs someone remembered ?????) and shes embarrassed and apologising while hes like omg no no class can wait i will cherish this moment for ever!?? maybe a kiss or a confession ,thanks!!!

AHH THIS IS ADORABLE

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

Link to masterlist

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It was Snape's birthday in a couple lf days, and unbeknownst to him, you had remembered his birthday and were planning to go all out.

Snape was used to people not remembering his birthday, and even if they had, they didn't tell him anything, not even a single "Happy birthday."

Although you and Snape were friends (and he fancied you), he still had his doubts and wondered if you'd remember.

"So, you'll be 33 soon," you casually said one evening as you and Snape sat in his classroom; you were helping him grade some essays on the importance of bezoars.

"And?" he quietly replied, biting his lip as he concentrated intensely on the essay he was grading, shaking his head at whatever the student had written down.

"Well, isn't that a big accomplishment?" you earnestly replied, not paying much attention to Draco's essay anymore as you set your qull down and looked at Snape. "You know, especially in your case."

"Are you implying that I wasn't even going to make it past 30?" Snape coolly asked you, meeting your gaze with a skeptical and slightly annoyed look on his face.

"Sev," you cautiously began, frowning. "When you told me all about your past, it caused me to worry a lot about you, and care for you too, of course."

Snape sighed and didn't say anything. He knew that you cared for him and wanted him to be safe, but his anxiety conviced him that he wasn't worthy of such protection and care.

You and him continued to grade essays in silence, but your brain was lingering with thoughts of Snape's birthday on Friday. You already had a wide variety of gifts ready for him - from new cauldrons to a wand care kit - and of course, a small coffee cake with black icing.

This would be your first time celebrating Snape's birthday, as you and him had only been friends for about a year now, and you wanted to make Snape feel special and important.

You hated that the students, and sometimes even the staff, bad mouthed Snape and painted him as this horrible person. In reality, Snape was just an overly sarcastic man who had a big soft spot for you (and only you, for that matter).

After a couple of hours, you bid Snape goodnight and headed up to your room near the North tower. You were tired yet full of excitement; you couldn't want to surprise Snape and give him all of his gifts.

On Friday, you woke with a start, gathering all of the items you planned to gift Snape with, before heading down to breakfast. You hid the items in a bag and sped your way through breakfast, barely having a chance to speak to Snape before you left again.

Snape didn't know why you were suddenly avoiding him and he was a little butthurt, wondering if he'd done something wrong; in reality, you knew you'd probably spoil the surprise and were avoiding him before you told him everything.

You had no lessons that morning and decided that's when you'd go down to Snape's dungeons and give him his presents. You carefully removed everything from the bag and then headed down the cool, dark corridor to his classroom.

With a careful wave of your wand, you lit the candles on the cake, and balancing that in your hands while the other presents floated around you, you pushed open his classroom door.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" you yelled, the wide grin on your face instantly falling when you saw that Snape was very much in the middle of a lesson with what looked like to be a group of first year Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs.

A student giggled and another one snorted, and Snape stood there silently at the front of the class, the bag of crushed snake fangs in his hand slipping from his grasp.

A very awkward silence filled the room and you were moritied, completely embarrassed and ashamed with yourself for having assumed that Snape would also have no lessons that morning.

A few students began to whisper to each other, staring pointedly at the cake and presents. Snape, meanwhile, hastily picked up the bag of snake fangs and shakily set it down on his desk, the sudden tears of joy in his eyes shimmering in the candlelight.

"Er," you managed to say, your heart pounding in your throat as a blush crept up your neck. "I'll just come back later-"

"No!" Snape exclaimed, startling everyone; a Ravenclaw boy sitting in the front jumped and spilled his potion all over himself, and boils were suddenly sprouting across his hands.

"You added the snake fangs too early, didn't you, Mr. Perley?" Snape said to the boy, who looked very panicked now. Snape's tone was surprisingly calm, probably because you were there and he didn't want to lose his cool in front of you.

Snape quickly pulled a flask from his robes and opened it, pouring a glimmering potion onto the boy's hands, which became boil-free within seconds.

"I'll just come back later," you repeated, beginning to close the door.

Snape looked up at you and quickly shook his head, striding past his wide-eyed students and coming to a halt in front of you.

"Class can wait," he said softly, looking graciously at everything you had brought him. More tears gathered in his eyes and he swiftly wiped them away, not wanting to worry you. "You...you remembered my birthday?"

"Of course I did," you beamed, feeling slightly less embarrassed now. "Why wouldn't I? Also, I'm sorry for interrupting your class..."

Snape felt himself smiling and he dismissively waved his hand. "No, don't be sorry. It's fine. Class can wait. This is more important," he promised you, becoming aware of everyone's eyes on you and him.

"That cake looks good," one of his students said and you and Snape burst out laughing, and everyone was astonished by the fact that Snape's laugh didn't sound creepy and evil like they had thought it would.

"This seriously means so much to me, Y/N," Snape mumbled as he carefully took the cake and presents from you, delicately setting them down on a nearby table like they were made out of marble. "Especially because no one's ever remembered my birthday, so you remembering is just so meaningful."

Snape was rambling, so overcome with emotion that he barely registered what he was saying. "I mean, you've always meant a lot to me," he continued, his cheeks slightly pink. "In many ways, actually. Ways that are more than just friendship."

You smiled more at Snape and quickly put together what he was insinuating; you'd always known that he fancied you as he made it quite obvious, especially when he'd stare at you from across the staff table or laugh at your every joke, even if they were terrible at times.

"I know," you said, giggling at the sight of his features becoming even more flustered. "And I know you're going to say that you don't deserve any recognition on your birthday, because you believe you're unworthy of such things, but I must disagree with you. You're worthy of so much happiness and love and support, and I want to give you all of those things and then some."

"Oh," Snape said blankly, his mouth falling open in shock. "You know?"

"Obviously, Sev. You aren't very subtle with your feelings," you laughed and he playfully glared at you before grinning.

"Well, I really appreciate you surprising me like this," he shyly said, slowly rubbing the back of his neck as he looked around at his students, who were all enviously eyeing the cake. "Thank-"

You pressed a finger to Snape's lips, silencing him and muttering, "There's no need to thank me."

Snape was taken aback by your movement, and just about nearly collapsed to the dungeon floor when you replaced your finger with your lips.

Snape just stood there completely still, his eyes wide as you kissed him and all of his students jeered and giggled behind him.

You pulled away only after a few moments to say, "I fancy you as well. Happy birthday again," before you quickly left, leaving Snape standing there in the midst of a bunch of giggling eleven and twelve year plus.

He finally came back to reality a few moments later and resumed the lesson, but he could hardly focus and just sat there at his desk with his head in his hands, a toothy grin on his face.

You and Snape didn't discuss the kiss later that day at lunch, but mutually agreed on what your relationship was now, and even snuck each other a few kisses in the entrance hall on the way back to your respective classrooms.

"This is the best birthday I've ever had," Snape mumbled to himself as he returned to his classroom after lunch, feeling the happiest he's been in years.

#severus snape #snape love #snape content #snape imagines #snape one shot #professor snape #snape fanart #snape fanfiction #snape fic #hogwarts #snape fluff #professor snape x reader #snape fandom #pro severus snape #pro snape #snape defense #snape x you #snape x reader

[the-s1lly-corner]

Why hello there you lil' oaf >:))

I breathe LJ content but like where do i find it for gods sake 🥹

OK SO I WANTED TO (politely) ASK FOR LJ FLUFF WITH READER THAT AFFECTION LANGUAGE IS GIFT GIVING (absolutely not me)

Luv ya, remember to hydrate!! <33

Gift Gifting w/ Laughing Jack

Blaming this on me being a lil tired and out of it, I can't tell who's giving gifts to who so imma do it both ways just to be safe

Anyways

I feel like Jack would absolutely adore getting gifts, but he warned! Don't spoil this man! He's already a bit of a brat (affectionately) as is!!/lh/j

He won't demand you anything but I feel like he'll have a "is for me 👉👈🥺" thing going on when he sees you holding a package

Anyways

He cherishes every gift and probably hoards them somewhere

So

Uh

Hope you have room in your house, because Jack's gonna crowd the space

Yk how dragons have piles of things?

Yeah thats Jack

Buuuuut seeing that sharp toothed smile of his widen each time you give him a gift is worth it, especially since he knows why you're giving him a gift

You care for him, and he cares for you

This isn't to say he wouldn't give you something in return, though!

While he doesn't have money or a job, due to being.. some.. rouge imaginary friend clown.... thing... he'll still try

Expect to be showered in sweets... seriously its like he can make those things manifest out of thin air..!

Want something in particular?

...

Dont look at the news

"Nooooo y/n..! I had nothing to do with that break in at the store last night-!"

Gives you something that definitely looks like it was stolen

Look he's trying okay!!

Imagine giving him a present and hes just so happy and he just

Scoops you into his noodle arms and hugs you tight n nuzzles

#creepypasta #crp #creepypasta x you #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta laughing jack #creepypasta headcanon #laughing jack x y/n #laughing jack x reader #laughing jack x you #laughing jack #laughing jack imagine #creepypasta imagines

[iviarellereads]

Harrow the Ninth, Chapter 33

(Curious what I'm doing here? Read this post! For detail on The Locked Tomb coverage and the index, read this one!)

(Sixth House icon) In which Harrow finds some unexpected friends.

In the fourth hour, Harrow feels like she's being followed. She sets an ambush for her predator, but it's no predator. It's Camilla Hect.(1) Harrow isn't sure how, as she saw Camilla's body.(2) Harrow feels a trickle from her ear, and she touches it to find "blood so dark that it was almost purple".

Still, Harrow remembers one of her more impossible seeming letters read "If met, give to Camilla Hect." So she extracts it, gives it to her construct, and has the skeleton walk over to hand it to Camilla. Harrow asks if she can know the contents, and Camilla reads off that Harrow promises to help her, if she can, for services previously rendered by the Sixth House. Harrow can hardly believe it, and tries to grab Cam with the construct.

It had been a long time since you had been around those who were not Lyctors. You grasped for her, thoughtlessly, with your construct; you were astonished by the speed with which Hect drew those big, balanced knives from each shoulder, and hurled herself at your skeleton like a stone from a sling. [...] You said, "Cease," but she levered one knife into the base of the spine, severed it, pulled the spine back toward her with a twang--and you heard your voice rise to say: "I need to know you are real!" [...] Camilla Hect sheathed her knives with as much speed and fury as she had unsheathed them, and she said: "No sudden moves." "I am Harrowhark Nonagesimus," you said. "I am the ninth saint to serve the King Undying. I am his fingerbone; I am his fists and festures ... I am a Lyctor, Hect. What hope would you have against me?" "None," said Camilla. And then she added calmly: "Yet."(3)

Harrow asks why Cam is here, when Harrow examined her body personally. Cam ignores the question and examines Harrow's ears and nose, and congratulates her on the impressive "intercranial haemorrhage",(4) which would kill most non-Lyctors.

Camilla came to find Harrow. She gives Harrow a bit of human skull, belonging to Palamedes, and says that he's still in it, but she wants Harrow's confirmation anyway. Harrow can feel thanergy, for sure. Camilla says Pal is a revenant, he fixed his spirit to a particular spot on his skull, and she needs to be sure she's got the right fragment out of all the pieces he was blown into, because the Cohort took the rest away.(5)

Harrow tries, out of curiosity about the kind of man who would do such a thing. She takes the skull piece, and she sits down and enters the River, just partially, to locate him.

You prepared for the ice, and the initial panic of ghosts exploding outward from your body, that safe predatory entry of your brain--the cloudy water, foggy with old blood-- --and you were standing in a room. Your wet robes were dripping onto a scrubbed wooden floor.

Harrow's eyes wander around the room, taking in its small but cozy and lived-in vibe. She even sees a book, The Necromancer's Marriage Season. A voice explains that it's about a Third house adept, Abella Trine,(6) who's "considered a poor prospect on the marriage market". Harrow turns around and sees a man, taller than herself, very thin, playing with his glasses. He keeps talking about the plot of the book, until he puts the glasses back on and says, "Long time no see, Reverend Daughter."

Then he did a very terrible thing. He stepped forward, and he pulled you into a wild embrace--the hold of a man drowning in deep water who cannot help but drag his rescuer down to the bottom with him. He dug his fingers into you in a way you were a little familiar with: tight against the chance that the person in front of you might be a cloud, or a mirage. He lifted you off the ground in his impatient, overfamiliar eagerness, and then he set you down again and saw your face. "Excuse me," you said, with sodden asperity. "Oh. Apologies," said Palamedes Sextus. "Misread the moment. Let's call it cabin fever. Nonagesimus, is Camilla--"(7) "She sent me," you said, wringing out your wet hem.

He thanks God for Cam, and says Harrow's a sight for sore eyes. Harrow first looks for the letters, though they're back on her physical body and besides which there was never one for Pal.

Then she asks incredulously about this projection inside the River. He says it's only really on the bank of the River, if anything, and explains how he anchored a bubble in the River to himself to his body, as he died. Harrow points out that he's defied every law of the River's physics, loose as they are. Pal is more concerned with how many papers he can write about the work he's done.(8)

They discuss the room, the place of Pal's death, and Harrow sticks her head out the door to see how much of the surroundings he was able to retain. He admits he's drafting a sequel to the novel on a piece of wallpaper.

The discussion turns to how impossible it is for a human soul, even a revenant, to live this way for long. Pal asks how long, and Harrow says eight months. Pal asks why it took so long, she should've been here in a week, and Harrow says Camilla only brought her the skull now. Pal says Cam should never have left Harrow's side, and Harrow gives her full name and rank and asks what the hell right he or Camilla has to pretend to know her.(9)

It is in this moment that Pal realizes Harrow became a Lyctor. She confirms it. He asks her to confirm that she did it "correctly", that she figured out what he was on the edge of. Harrow says that her cavalier fuels it.

Before he can do more than come close to cussing about how much God takes and takes, something shifts in the space. They look out the window, and see a figure in an orange hazard suit, with a huge gun.

Sextus was saying, "The hell is--" You said, and your voice sounded strange to yourself, as though you had heard the word only in dreams and never articulated by waking tongues:(10) "The Sleeper."

Pal says Harrow's brought something with her, and it's changing the theorem that's keeping him alive and sane. He needs her to go in hopes that what she brought will follow her out. He confirms with her that Cam has the right piece of skull, that he can focus on it, especially if Harrow can change it into something that articulates. Then he tells Harrow to get out the door.

As they struggle to hold it open, he suddenly looks awestruck, and Harrow doesn't understand the sharp smile that takes over his face. He kisses Harrow's brow and tells her to GO!

Harrow obeys, finally. She gets a little lost in the corridor, which then isn't a corridor at all.

But you were always too quick to mourn your own ignorance. You never could have guessed that he had seen me.(11)

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(1) RETURN OF THE QUEEN! (2) Probably in reference to the revised version in the slashed icon chapters. (3) Ohoho, what has our Cam planned now? (4) Intercranial - inside the skull. Hemorrhage - bleeding. And now we have words for what happens to Harrow whenever she's reminded that something is missing in her life and her memories. (5) So, we know what Cam was off doing when she disappeared from Gideon and Harrow's story. (6) Recall from the bonus content of the Gideon paperback, Abella was an alternate name for Ianthe. Love that she managed to squeeze it in here anyway. (7) So sweet that his first act is unthinking gratitude to Harrow for finding him, and his first thought is of Camilla. (8) Ever an academic, wouldn't have it any other way. (9) Harrow doesn't remember any of the real details, it seems she only remembers what has happened inside the slashed icon chapters we've seen. Which does seem like a plausible explanation of the events at Canaan House… ish. Except for the part where she's not pursuing the Lyctorhood at all over there. (10) Admittedly, all the slashed icon chapters HAVE occurred during periods where Harrow was sleeping. Every single one started when she passed out or was laying in bed. (11) And just who would be hanging on to Harrow so tightly, and wanting to narrate this series of events? Who would know that much about sword care and how Harrow was doing it so carelessly, and care so much about why and how Harrow was doing it wrong? Who, fitting those criteria, would Pal be even happier to see, to know that Harrow wasn't telling the full truth even if she thought she was? Who's been telling Harrow's story for and to her, all along? The Eurydice to our Orpheus who physically cannot turn around, for better or worse.

#the locked tomb #tlt #harrow the ninth #htn #harrow the ninth spoilers #htn spoilers #harrowhark nonagesimus #camilla hect #palamedes sextus #gideon nav

[shoyoist]

im sorry im back so late but MORE POLYSHIP AUSSS

hello again!<3 hehe alright let me think — okay okay so when kisaki and dean get married, it's only a matter of time before kisaki gets tired of the crime life.

he's not about to cut himself off from it, but being chief of staff and having so many responsibilities to bear when he just wants to live the peaceful lil married life of his dreams... it gets hard</3

so he retires!!! hehe he steps down and lets dean take over his roles for him. dean, shuji and i continue working with the gang, and he stays at home.

it takes him only a little while to get used to the househusband lifestyle, and it turns out he's really good at it! cooking, cleaning, sitting pretty and waiting for his partners to come home from work — that's kisaki's thing!

he cooks all our favourite meals for us, and has dinner and baths prepared for us by the time we get home. and he always asks, while collecting our coats and hate, “bath or dinner first?” and shuji is heading into the dining room before he can even finish his sentence 💀

dean and i like to shower first because we're sensible people, but sometimes the stress really gets to them (being chief of staff is hard!) and kisaki guesses which one they'd prefer to have first on those nights, and gently takes them into his arms and leads them to the bath/table. so romantic<33

meanwhile shuji is stealing giant-size bites out of my plate, lifting the plate cover up and sticking a fork into my lasagna 🙄 by the time i get to the table my food is half gone and i just take my seat and stare at shuji like :[ and he's giggling and telling me “sorry darling, i was hungryy” and i let it slide because hey, he's a big man with a big appetite <33

BUT no matter how big of a portion kisaki fixes for him, he just steals my food anyway — his explanation is that food tastes better when it's stolen. idk why i love this man!!

kisaki and i stick up for eachother though, because we need to be there for eachother when we're the sane ones out of the four of us — he whacks shuji up the back of his head with a spoon and tells him “keep up the ungrateful behaviour, and i'll leave your plate empty next time.”

WHICH SADLY, DOES NOT WORK because shuji loves riling me and kisaki up, he thinks we're so hot when we're irritated with him. he's like “if my plate's empty i'll just hafta eat one of you out for dinner~” and kisaki just sighs and shakes his head in defeat.

if i'm still hungry, dean just orders something in from their favourite takeout place, and we eat it without giving shuji any. it's what he deserves!! shuji also has a tendency to take his annoying-ness a little too far sometimes, and it gets dean angry 😭 when he starts crossing the limit, kisaki picks up the spoon and shakes it at him like a warning, and that's shuji's cue to cut it out and back away<3

once kisaki starts staying at home, the time we get to spend with him becomes limited — so movie nights and date nights become a norm. shuji, kisaki and i always have some mystery or thriller movie in mind for the night, but we're ALWAYS vetoed by dean. they want to cuddle up to us and watch weird obscure horror movies in the comfort of our presence, and we go along with it every time 😩

kisaki and i let dean hold our hands and hide in our laps when they get scared, but shuji always makes it worse by making hissy noises or laughing at the jumpscares and saying shit like “hey i could do that. i could hide behind this couch and creep up from behind and have the knife like this—” at that point even kisaki gets freaked out 💀

after scary movie nights, when we finally head to bed kisaki and dean go to sleep sandwiched between me and shuji. dean isn't even that scared anymore, but they like the coddling<3 and kisaki is genuinely a little spooked HAHA so me and shuji act our roles as their protectors and let them sleep safely in the middle of the bed, while we sleep at opposite ends.

PLS i rambled a looot but yes! hehehe that's a little about househusband kisaki + rekha, dean & shuji as his working partners<3

#‶｡ଘ.*+ — [ loveletter ]. #‶｡ଘ.*+ — from : [ 🦆 anon! ]. #hehehe i can also tell you about kisaki+dean's kids #and rekha+shuji's babysitting skills HAHA

[mrslunasnape]

The Prince Fought The Moon

Possessive

Chapter 33 - NSFW Minors DNI

Luna awoke and rubbed her eyes. It look a moment for her to realize where she was. She had almost forgotten that she had fallen asleep in the living room. To her surprise, Severus was sitting at the kitchen table.

"Good morning." He said as he handed her a hot cup of coffee.

"Thanks" she said as she sat at the kitchen table.

Severus pulled a chair up next to her and sat down, a cup of black tea in his hands.

Neither spoke, but their hands sat on the table dangerously close to one another.

Luna turned her head at the sound of footsteps, and Remus entered the kitchen.

Remus took one look at how closely Severus and Luna were sitting, and his upper lip quivered with contempt. "What exactly are you doing here so early?"  he barked.

Severus's lips curled into a sneer, "Isn't it obvious? I fucked her last night." he said coldly.

Lupin was instantly filled with rage and he grabbed Luna's wrist rather roughly. He pulled her to her feet, "I need to talk with you." he snarled, and began to drag her upstairs.

Once they had entered his room, Remus slammed the door behind him. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!" he hollered.

"Me?! You're the one who has been drinking himself into oblivion. You're the one kicked me out of your room, I believe you called it."

Remus's chest was heaving heavily with angered breath.

"You act like you're the only one allowed to feel any kind of pain. I know you miss Sirius. I miss him too. And, dammit, I miss you!" She yelled.

"I'm right here!" He screamed.

"This isn't the Remus I fell in love with. You washed every part of the man I loved down the drain with Firewhiskey." She scolded.

"And after last night," she motioned to the pile of broken glass and ash on the floor, "It seemed safe to assume that it was over. Maybe you are a monster after all." 

As soon as she finished this sentence, Remus grabbed Luna by her throat and slammed her against the wall. Their eyes flashed daggers into each other's neither one willing to back down.

The was a moment of loud silence between the two of them, before Remus crashed his lips onto hers. His released her throat and be began to feverishly undo his belt buckle.

Luna quickly wiggled out of her underwear, letting it fall to the ground between them. Remus kicked it haphazardly to the side.

Luna reached for her wand to cast a silencing spell, but grabbed her by the wrist before she could pick it up.

"Don't." He snarled, "I want him to hear. I want everyone to hear."

With that, Remus slammed his entire length into her, his fingers digging deep into her hips. His grip was rough, and would certainly leave bruises the next day.

Luna wrapped her arms and legs around Remus's back, and he used this leverage to push her farther up the wall.

"You're mine." he growled as he thrust possessively into her.

Her hands clawed down his began as Remus began to thrust into her more intensely, her fingers leaving thin red scratch marks down his back.

"Remus!" She moaned loudly.

"Say it." He ordered.

Luna gasped in pleasure before she managed to let out the words, "I'm yours."

"Fucking. Mine." he said each word distinctly, each one getting its own hard thrust into her.

Remus removed one hand from Luna's waist, managing to keep her balanced against the wall with just one. He began to rub rapid circles on her clit as he continued to pound into her, and Luna began to see stars.

She reached one hand up and desperately grabbed the hair on the back of his head and pulled him towards her, her other hand digging harshly into his shoulder blade as she reached her high.

The sensation sent Remus over the edge, and with three final slow powerful thrusts he reached his climax. 

Remus felt Luna's body start to go limp in his arms, and he brushed some of the hair out of her face before kissing her tenderly.

#theprincefoughtthemoon #mrslunasnape

[b0ther]

pardon my manners pt. i

In which Kaeya Alberich constantly fucks his secretary silly.

pairing : kaeya x reader (feminine pronouns, afab)

rating : explicit, not safe for work (sexual content)

type : chaptered (probably)

tags : modern au, office setting, dom/sub undertone, office sex, manhandling, vaginal sex, cumming inside, kaeya takes a vid while fucking reader here

word count : 1,755

author's note : title from 'sexy can i' by ray j. don't comment on my disappearance or i WILL cry. this is purely self indulgent <33 also i posted this in wp... im trying out new things ok.

( masterlist │ ask/request │ ao3 │ wattpad )

"Let me see that pretty face, baby."

How many times has he fucked his little secretary by now?

How many times has he felt her drenched cunt enveloping his cock, fill her tight hole with his cum, and watch as his seeds trickle down the inner side of her thigh?

"Nooo..." Her slurred words echo through the dark office room—she is clawing his arm, hiding her face against his shoulder, as he continues to pump her pussy, warm walls milking his cock dry.

"Don't act shy now," he chuckles against the sweat of her neck, inhaling the deep scent of her hair as he raises one of her legs against his mahogany desk for more support. "You're taking me in so well, why won't you show me your pretty face?"

She whines at his teasing tone—highly contrasting the speed in which he is fucking her—and shakes her head even as she so obediently spreads her leg wider for easier access to her cunt.

God. She will be the death of him.

Kaeya laughs, one of the two hands that has been previously propping himself against the edge of his desk now travels to her mound, where he plays for a moment with her little sensitive bud—only to hear her mewl out his name, telling him to "stop or I'll not make it" (really, what else is a man supposed to do?)—before reaching to capture her full tit in his hand, pushing her body flat against his chest as he marvels at the way her body arches in both surprise and pleasure.

"Gorgeous," he places his chin on her shoulder, fingers kneading her chest. "Look at me, pretty."

She whines again—shaking her head.

"Y-you'll take pictures again," she wraps her fingers around his wrist—the accusation got him excited and Kaeya finds himself to be pummeling her pretty hole even harder now—and bites her lips to suppress her own moans.

"But you're so cute when you're all fucked out like this," he retorts with a slight frown, this time tugging his fingers on her nipple. "Look, none of my hands are on my phone, baby."

"Mhmm..."

It looks like she is thinking about it—mulling over the decision to look at him, or to not look at him. He grins at how her hums are cut off, every now and then, as he particularly spreads open the walls of her slobbery cunt with his cock in a sharp thrust.

"Show me your pretty face," he encourages once again, feeling his cock starting to pulse against her pussy. He gives her neck one long lick, squeezing one of her tits so hard that he is sure he is going to leave a mark on her delicate skin.

"I'm comin—"

Blatantly ignoring his request, she wraps her fingers around his arm tighter, ass moving in synchronization with his hips.

He should stop right there, should let her taste her own medicine. But she feels too good wrapped around his length, and so Kaeya can't even think about stopping—he wants to shoot his thick load inside of her, decorate her pussy with his white cum.

He doesn't want to stop pounding her cunt, but that doesn't mean he can't bluff about it.

"Look at me," he says between his gritted teeth, calmly moving his free hand to grasp on her hips. She gasps, raising her ass even more as she managed to climb one leg on the table. "Or I'll stop fucking your pretty hole. Mhm, want me to stop fucking you right now?"

Despite her rebellious phases, his little secretary is the sweetest girl deep down inside. She cries out a little at his threats, hesitantly cranking her neck to let him catch her gaze in his—buds of sweats are rolling down her temple, her own chin wet with her own salivation from her endless, dumb blabbering.

To make things worse, she decides to remove the hand that is so happily kneading her tit and brings it up to her face, where she sticks out her slobbering tongue to peek a taste of his palm, not breaking eye-contact.

A sound that is almost inhumane leaves his throat—Kaeya wraps his arm around her waist and feels his cock on her abdomen, abusing and bruising her cervix as she continues giving service on his fingers.

"Your cock's soooo big," she then finally sniffles as her pretty lips wrap themselves around his two digits, the edge of her eyes are wet with incoming tears. She began pumping her head up and down his fingers, speaking nonsense in the meantime: "Spreading me open—s'big, boss, too big—"

"Shit," Kaeya mutters, weak at the way her lashes would bat against each other, how trails of her wet drool are starting to leak down his arm. "Who would have thought that you'd be such a whore for your boss, huh?"

She only nods her head, keeping her eyes on his like the good girl she is, and continues making a mess on his hand.

"Are you a good slut for my cock?" He coos, only then feeling her walls tighten around his length—he is all too familiar with her body; the little fumble on her throat, the quirks she does whenever she is about to orgasm, all of it—and he begins to focus on chasing his own high.

"Gwood slu—"

Shutting her up, Kaeya presses down his fingers down her throat—the choking sound that comes out of her riles him up even more.

"Good sluts take what they are given, right?"

His head is beginning to spin; he closes his eyes, feeling her nod her head over and over again, still trying to tell him even against the big digits in her mouth about how good of a whore she is to him and how she'll take whatever he gives her.

"You're so fucking sexy," Kaeya buries his face against the strands of her hair yet again. "Gonna mark my whore up then, yeah? Gonna fill you up with my seed, make you walk around this fuckin' office with my cum in you."

His eyes, for a moment, travels to her bouncing tits, how they're uncontrollably elevating with the speed in which they are going right now. When he looks up to her face, and sees her mouth wide open with her eyes rolled to her head in pure, solicited ecstasy, he can no longer hold himself. The string of cum that flies out of his cock instantly meets her cervix, painting her womb with bright white as his ferocity is slowly becoming calmer.

"Fee me uph—"

"Shit," Kaeya laughs at her attempt in speaking, pulling his fingers out of her mouth. "Fuck, I just did, baby. How's my cum feel?"

He lets go of her torso, and watch as she falls upon his cleared desk in absolute fatigue. His hands rub her back, playing with the jiggle of her ass for a short moment as she gather her thoughts; "S'good. Th-thank you, Mister Alberich."

"Mister Alberich," he repeats, his voice mocking. He feels her body, before eventually, with his cock still buried deep inside of her, he turns her limp body around. Her skirt is hitched up to her waist, blouse halfway open with her bra somewhere on the floor. As she settles on the hard desk, he watches how her heavy breathing shows off her glorious tits rising and falling with every breath of air.

She raises one hand to hide her mouth, perhaps feeling somewhat small under his piercing gaze, and turns so that she isn't facing him.

Kaeya takes this opportunity to reach for his phone in one of the drawers, unlocking it easily to start recording a video of her god-sculpted body with the flash obviously penetrating the dark room.

"Mister Alberich!"

In a series of flustered gasp, she reaches both arms in the air as an attempt to grab his phone, but only presses her tits against each other in the process. He skillfully dodges her demanding hands and instead captures the intense look of pleasure on her face in his phone as he feels himself getting hard again inside of his cunt.

"You're only turning me on even more," he chuckles, now aiming the camera at his hand rubbing her abdomen, watching how a bulge grows as he gets more tense inside.

"How do you even take me like this, hm?" He looks up at her embarrassed face, before focusing to record her swollen clit and where he is buried deep inside of her. "Are you used to my cock? Do you like it?"

He must be some kind of sadist—Kaeya watches in satisfaction as she tries stammering out a reply. He softly caress her stomach and she squirms under his hold, even more when he starts rubbing light circles on her pretty clit; he feels it twitching, like it's begging to be sucked on.

"Mister Alberich—"

Comes her whining yet again, Kaeya turns both his camera and his gaze on her face.

"Speak up, sweetheart."

"Nghh," she mewls as she begins rolling her hips against his hand. "Please— I— I can't—"

"Yes?"

The smirk on his face grows wider.

Kaeya tediously slips his growing cock from her hole, before pushing himself back in her sopping cunt in the same speed.

"Faster—" she gasps, now using her fingers to grip the edge of her desk. "Fuck— please fuck me faster— harder, harder."

She pushes himself to sit on the desk, feet pressed against the surface to show him her aching pussy. It's like she forgets about the existence of the camera; her face melts into his favored lewd expression—the one she only uses when she is so needy for his cock, so desperate for him to pound her cunt.

Kaeya presses his camera button, and in an instant, the flash goes out. They are once again enveloped in darkness, and he pulls out of her yet again just to test the waters.

"Harder, was it?" He hums, leaning down to capture her nipple in his mouth, obsessed yet again as he sinks his face deeper into her pair of tits.

"Please," she gasps, arms snaking around his neck.

Kaeya takes her bud between the sharp of his teeth, pressing his tongue flat against it.

"You asked for it, baby," a little warning should be fine. He glances up to see her already debauched in repeated ecstasy. "I'll go hard just for you.

#genshin #one-shot #chaptered: pardon my manners #kaeya #genshin impact #kaeya x reader #kaeya alberich #kaeya smut #kaeya x you #kaeya x you smut #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #kaeya x reader smut

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#5

Dating Donny Donowitz Would Include...

A/N: Quentin Tarantino characters just hit differently I guess. Also there is some slightly NSFW stuff in here.  

I would like to preference this by saying that for some reason I always, always picture Donny with a really cute plus size babe so here are some specific DonnyxPlusSize!Reader headcanons to start us off. 

This man practically worships you

Seriously he loves every inch of your body and thinks you look like a fucking goddess. 

He loves every curve on you and thinks they’re hot as hell.

He loves to grip onto your curves when the two of you are getting frisky

Think you’re too heavy for him to pick up or to sit in his lap? Haha! He is the fucking bear jew, he is definitely strong enough to pick his girl up and would love to prove that to you any chance he gets. 

In fact that's one of the things he likes about his strength is how well you fit into his arms and how easily he can make you feel safe and pick you up. 

Donny is a boobs man and my busty plus size gals he would love to lay his head on your chest when you two fall asleep. 

If you want to lose weight he would totally be there to workout with you and pump you up too. 

Some nights the two of you will dance in the living room. Not for any real occasion, just if a soft song comes on the radio, Donny will pull you up off the couch and pull you against him until the song is over. 

Surprisingly, Donny is actually so gentle with you. Especially in the bedroom. He knows that he sometimes forgets his own strength and his worst fear is hurting you so he tries to keep his touches gentle just in case. 

He calls you his princess a lot in that deep voice and Boston accent and just wow it makes me melt to think about. 

I could definitely see Donny being the type to bring you flowers all of the time, just because they were pretty and reminded him of you and because he knows you’re going to light up when you see them. 

He can’t sleep unless he’s flat on his back so when you two spend the night together he is always pulling you on top of his chest to sleep and keeping his arms wrapped around your waist. 

He is also a heavy sleeper and will not let you go until morning so if you need to get up you have to seriously find a way to maneuver yourself out of his grip. 

Also I just fully believe that this man snores in his sleep but he will deny this fact for life. 

He wants to think he’s not the jealous type but holy cow is he the jealous type?! More like possessive really. 

Never with the other basterds really because he trusts them and knows they would never even think of trying something with you. But other men however…

Other men have to have a death wish or something to try something with the Bear Jew’s girl. 

Like he knows you can take care of yourself and everything but he it still bothers him to the point where he thought you were even a little uncomfortable with the way some guy was being towards you he is there and ready to scare the guy off. 

He’s a smart enough guy and all but he isn't great with emotions. Like when you're upset he goes into panic mode and isn’t sure what to do to make it better. 

If you tell him what you need when you’re upset he will try his best but otherwise he just panics and is trying whatever he can to cheer you up. 

If you are sick he would go full on mother hen. Like his mother was always codeling him when he was sick so that's just how he responds. Plus like I said, he goes into panic mode when somethings wrong with you. 

Do I even need to say that Donny’s favorite dates involve going to Fenway Park with you? The Red Socks, his girl, a beautiful day, some cracker jacks? What more could he ever ask for?

If you don't know how to play baseball he would love to teach you! 

Seriously imagine him standing all close to you and trying to show you how to hold the bat right and swing. 

He might give you your own bat to keep at home for when you're alone, instructing you to swing first and ask questions later.

If you ever REALLY want to get him riled up there are two ways to go about this. Flirting with someone or bad mouthing the Red Sox

He is a huge flirt. It does not matter how long the two of you are together he will flirt with you/hit on you every chance he gets. 

Donny would probably move pretty fast in your relationship too. Like he knows he wants to marry you after a couple of months kind of fast. 

He carries around that damn ring in his pocket for almost a month trying to get the nerve to actually ask you too. 

He loves when you come visit him at the barber shop during the day. 

Like sometimes he forgets his lunch on purpose so you'll bring it to him and he has an excuse to see you during the middle of the day. 

His father and the other guys in the barber shop would probably make fun of him for it too. 

Donny definitely has a physical size kink. Like he loves if you're smaller than him, especially like how he can pick you up easily and how small your hands are in comparison to his.

185 notes • Posted 2021-02-11 16:48:41 GMT

#4

Being in a Relationship with Michael Corleone Would Include...

A/N: Michael Corleone is one of the sexiest men ever to grace the silver screen and I will not be taking criticism on this. If you have any Michael request please send them in because I have so many things I want to write for this man. 

When you met Michael it was long before he ended up becoming the Don. Either while he was in college or right after he got out of the marines. 

It was when he allowed himself to show more of his sweet side and that is partly what drew you to him was his kindness and those big dark eyes. 

Even after he becomes Don Corleone though he will always have a big soft spot for you. 

You get to see the sweet, kind natured side of this big scary mobster and you know his heart better than anyone else ever could (the good and the bad of it). 

In public he will never be very affectionate with you. 

He’s not ashamed of you by any means, quite the opposite actually, he’s proud to have you on his arm, but he thinks showing affection is a weakness so it’s something he likes to reserve for when the two of you are alone. 

Then he can barely keep his hands off of you. 

At home when he likes to have you sitting on his lap, his arms wrapped around you, and you running your fingers through his hair (or vice versa) while he sorts through the million and one things he has on his mind at any one time. 

He also has a habit of coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around you and kissing your neck when you’re the one focused on something around the house like when he gets home and you’re fixing dinner, he will silently come wrap his arms around you and kiss your neck in greeting and stay there talking to you while you finish what you’re doing. 

Loyalty is everything to him. He will stay loyal to you no matter what and he expects the same thing from you. 

He will never even think of looking at another woman as long as he has you waiting for him at home. He doesn’t see how any of them could compare to you anyway. 

Michael is a bit...old fashioned in his views on your relationship. 

When you get married he’s going to expect you to stay home and focus on being a housewife. 

Sorry but that’s just how Michael is. There really is very little changing his mind on this. 

Speaking of which, Michael is incredibly stubborn on pretty much everything. You will HAVE to put your foot down on somethings because otherwise Michael will never budge when he makes up his mind on something. 

Tom has had to play referee between the two of you more times than he would like to remember, trying to talk some sense into Michael for you and trying to explain things to you rather than just giving you a firm no like Michael does. 

But when it comes to involving you with the business Michael will never budge. He wants you to stay as far away from his business as possible. 

He may seem unreasonable to you sometimes on this, especially since his business can very easily impact your life together and your marriage but he will still almost always try to avoid talking to you about his work and keep you as far away from his business dealings as possible. 

His worst fear in the world is something bad happening to you and it eats at him how much danger his business could potentially put you in. 

If anyone from his world were to ever threaten you or your family with Michael, Michael would be losing it inside no matter how stoic he remained on the outside. 

That person would be dealt with very quickly and finally. Michael won’t tolerate any threats against his family and he is ruthless when it comes to your safety. 

You have to be willing to let a lot of things go unquestioned with Michael. There are many things he wishes he could tell you but never will because he knows it's in everyone’s best interest if you don’t know. 

Arguments with Michael can be frightening mostly because of just how calm and quiet he is during them even though you can see how tense he is. 

He will usually just shut down and walk away when you try to fight with him. He hates fighting with you and it upsets him enough that he has to walk away before he loses his temper with you. 

Most of the time though, Michael would be so sweet with you, even though he isn’t very publicly affectionate he is always very intended to your needs. 

He’s always ready to sweep you aside if he thinks you’re uncomfortable in a situation or are feeling anxious, if you’re having a bad day he can immediately pick up on it and will be trying to get you to relax, etc. 

It doesn’t matter what else is going on in the room, Michael always has one eye fixed on you at all times, making sure you’re okay. 

You try not to stress Michael out too much when you’re having a problem or are just feeling kind of down but Michael knows about this and hates it. 

He wants you to feel like you can tell him anything and feels guilty that you don’t want to tell him when you’re struggling because you don’t want him to worry about you. 

Michael always is going to worry about you. 

Michael will always have your back, he is never going to let anyone talk bad about you in his presence. Ever. And God help the poor bastard who would ever actually try to hurt you because they would be meeting God very soon.

You’re going to end up spending lots of time alone while he’s busy with work but he tries to make it home for dinner with you whenever he can. 

Michael usually doesn’t come to bed until late either and is an early riser so he is usually coming to bed after you and leaving before you but sometimes you’ll wake up to him climbing into bed next to you and pulling you against him, pressing his lips softly against your forehead and telling you to go back to sleep. 

You’re going to have to spend lots of time with his family and become very close to them. 

They accept you with open arms though after you marry Michael and become a Corleone. They all can see how happy you make Michael and they are happy to invite you into their family and have you as one of them. 

Connie especially would be so happy to have a sister finally. She is much closer to you than she was to Sonny’s wife and she loves having you around for gossiping and shopping. 

If you didn’t know Italian before you’re going to want to learn and there are certainly plenty of people around to help you learn. 

The first time you told Michael “ti amo” he just grins and kisses you, so proud of you for learning and touched that you made it a point to learn more about his culture. 

He wants to have a family with you right away after you get married. 

Family is important to him and he loves the idea of having children with you. 

He may or may not have a breeding kink but that is a topic for another day. 

Slow dancing. 

Slow dancing in the living room or in Michael’s office together at night after a long day. 

When he is really stressed out he likes when you sit in his lap and put your head on top of his and smooth his hair. His whole body relaxes then and it helps him feel a little better and safer to be sitting there with you, wrapped in your arms. 

He tries really hard to do something romantic with you when he gets an opportunity even though they are few and far between. 

As important as his business is to him, Michael will always try his best to make you understand that you and your family together is always his first priority in life.

198 notes • Posted 2021-03-29 23:26:32 GMT

#3

Close Call//Michael Corleone x Reader

A/N: Michael’s wife is the target of an attempted hit. 

Michael stood in front of the couch where you sat, his arms crossed across his chest as he watched you. His gaze was cold and unflinching as he looked down at you. His eyes went from the bruises on your face, to your shaking hands as they wrapped around the glass of wine Tom handed you to settle your nerves, then back to your face. He said nothing as he slipped a cigarette out of his pocket and took out his lighter, taking the first drag without his eyes ever leaving yours as if you were going to disappear if he looked away. 

Tom looked at Michael from where he sat next to you and shook his head. He’d known Michael long enough to know when his friend and boss was barely holding it together. 

“We’re fairly certain we know who was behind this already, but I already have people looking into it just to be sure.” Tom spoke carefully, his hand laid comfortingly on your back. 

Michael shook his head, “I want to know tonight, Tom.” He spoke in a deathly calm voice, pulling his eyes off of you just long enough to narrow his eyes at Tom. 

Tom held back a sigh, “You’ll be the first one to know anything, Michael.” 

Michael took another hit of his cigarette and started pacing again. 

Tom watched him carefully, his worry for his friend evident even as he turned his attention back to you. 

“Y/N, did you see anything this morning? Anything out of the ordinary? Anyone you didn’t recognize hanging around outside?” He asked you in a soft voice. 

You shook your head, taking a sip of your wine with shaking hands. You were sure Tom could feel you shaking against his hand but you couldn’t find it in yourself to be embarrassed. The sound of gunfire was still ringing in your ears. 

“No. No, I was almost to the car when I saw a car coming down the street. Next thing I know they’re shooting. I just jumped behind the car, I didn’t get a good look at any of them.” You touched your bruised cheek gingerly. “I guess I hit the ground pretty quick.”

 Tom nodded thoughtfully. 

Michael closed his eyes. He could still see your bullet riddled car every time he did. He swallowed back the lump in his throat harshly. 

“I don’t believe that they were really trying to kill you.”

Michael’s head whipped around to look at Tom, his normally slick and styled hair beginning to fall in his face messily. 

You too looked at Tom curiously. “Then what else would you call it, Tom?” 

“If this was who I think it was, if they really wanted you dead, you’d be dead right now.” 

“Tom…” Michael growled warningly. 

Tom glanced at Michael but didn’t back down. “This was a message, Michael. A warning. We both know that.” 

“It was received!” Michael shouted back, fire in his eyes as he glared at Tom. 

Out of the corner of his eye he saw you flinch. “I want you to set up a meeting for tomorrow. Whoever did this is going to answer to me, Tom.” 

Tom nodded. He looked back over at you like he might say something but changing his mind. He squeezed your shoulder gently as he climbed to his feet. 

“I’ll take care of it.” 

Tom walked over to Michael, whispering in his friend’s ear something you couldn’t hear but Michael nodded. You downed the last of your wine as Tom let himself out, the click of the door closing echoing in the room. Neither you nor Michael said anything as he sat down on the couch beside you, your legs not quite touching. You watched Michael out of the corner of your eye as he pulled out another cigarette but didn’t light it, rolling it between his fingers. 

“Y/N, you know I’m-” Michael started then stopped, losing his words. “I’m sorry.” He finally sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, his eyes closed tight. 

Your heart clenched, it wasn’t often Michael showed emotion like this, even to you. You placed your hand on his back hesitantly, rubbing small circles around his back gently. 

“It’s not your fault, Michael.” 

“Of course it is!” He straightened up suddenly. 

You tried to draw your hand back at the bite in his voice but his hand grabbed yours before you could pull it into yourself. Gently he squeezed your hand in his. 

“When we got married,” He started, running his thumb over your wedding band and feeling the smooth, cold metal against his skin. “I promised you that I would keep you safe. And when you called me today, all I could think about was-” 

“Apollonia?” You asked softly, already knowing the answer. 

Michael swallowed around the lump in his throat. “You could have been killed today too. And it would have been because of me and because of who I am. I can’t lose you too.” 

“You won’t. You heard Tom, it was just a warning.” You tried to assure as if it wasn’t any big deal that strangers started shooting at you. 

Michael shook his head, turning his head to smile at you with a strained smile. “You’re right. I won’t.” 

You paused, not sure what to say. Instead you leaned forward and pressed your lips against his. Michael kissed you back gently, his hands cupping your face as his kisses became more and more passionate. You winced as his fingers brushed the bruise on your cheek. Michael pulled back from you, his dark eyes wide. 

“I’m fine.” You shook your head. “Just a little sore.” 

Michael sighed, tracing his fingers over your bruise. He tilted his head to press his lips against the mark so gently you almost couldn’t feel it. 

“Lets go to bed.” He said as he climbed to his feet, offering you his hand and led you up the stairs to his bed. 

198 notes • Posted 2021-05-29 00:59:17 GMT

#2

Dating Cliff Booth Would Include...

A/N: I will never get over how hot Brad Pitt is in this movie at 54. 

Imagine calling him pretty boy just to tease him.

He blushes most of the time when you say it which just encourages you to say it more. 

He loves you, he does, but he will definitely leave your bed in the middle of the night to go get Rick whenever Rick calls him needing something. 

Rick and you would probably end up friends though considering how much time you spend together. 

Plus he’s so good to Cliff (and to you too once he gets to know you) that how could you ever not like him?

Cliff will constantly joke that Brandy likes you more than him most of the time even though everyone knows that dog is practically his baby.

Whenever he has to go out of town with Rick for a job or keep an eye on Rick for a few nights you end up taking care of Brandy.

Not that you mind because ofc you fall in love with how sweet that dog is. 

Anytime you need anything done around your place Cliff will automatically volunteer to take care of it for you. 

You need your car’s oil changed? He’s got you covered. Got a stuck door lock? No problem. Been wanting to paint your bedroom? He’s glad to help. 

Cliff Booth’s love language is acts of service and you can’t change my mind on that. 

This man is like the human embodiment of top energy. Do with that what you will.

He is usually really gentle with you though (unless you ask him not to be). 

He is an amazing kisser. Like grabs your face in both hands and really kisses you type of thing. 1000/10 recommend. 

Don’t expect sweet nothings. Cliff is a man of few words and doesn’t usually voice his feelings but he still finds ways to let you know how he feels. 

He opens up more with you than most other people though.

You guys would have so many inside jokes between the two of you because of this. 

He likes to hold your hand while driving with the other. 

Cliff is the ultimate hype man! He is always there and ready to pump you up when you need it.

He always gives you calm supporting vibes as if he just knows when things are going to work out fine and it is honestly so helpful when you’re nervous about something. 

I picture lots of hang out type date nights where the two of you just kind of watch some TV, play with Brandy, and smoke weed together. 

He always swears he is never going to get married again and he 100% means that too. 

He is fine with living with you and he doesn’t want to be with anybody else but his first marriage was such a disaster that he has sworn off marriage all together. 

Part of him is really nervous that you’ll leave him after you hear the rumors about his ex-wife. 

And of course when word gets around that you’re dating Cliff people are practically lining up to “warn you” about him and tell you all about what happened to his ex-wife. 

You don’t believe it for a second though and adamantly defend him whenever anyone brings it up. 

He may or may not have realized he was in love with you the first time he heard you defending him to some random person who tried to say something bad about him. 

He’s not used to people really caring enough about him to do that and it meant a lot to him. 

Speaking of defending each other…

Cliff is incredibly protective over you. Like someone can look at you wrong and Cliff is ready to throw hands. 

If you work in Hollywood, especially as an actress, he is even more protective of you because he’s always afraid some sleazy producer or someone is going to try to mess with you or put you down. 

He secretly kind of loves it when you fawn over him after he does a few stunts, always worried that he’s going to get hurt. 

252 notes • Posted 2021-02-09 04:37:45 GMT

#1

Dating Charlie Swan Would Include...

A/N: You know you’re adult now when you are no longer team Edward or team Jacob but hate them both and are team Charlie. 

Charlie Swan is a simple man but that is not a bad thing at all.

Dates with Charlie would typically involve things like having dinner at the diner, watching tv/whatever game was on that night on the couch, and maybe maybe driving into Port Angeles sometimes for dinner and a movie.

He never invites you to go fishing with him though. He needs that peace and quiet for himself. 

As long as he’s got you and Bella, his job, and his sports, he’s happy.

Bella would be pretty skeptical at first of you, especially if you’re a lot younger than Charlie is, but she warms up to you pretty quickly when she sees how happy you make her dad. 

It’s comforting for her to know that once she becomes a vampire Charlie will have someone to take care of him still. 

Charlie would probably ask your advice on girl stuff when it comes to Bella too. Like he really is trying but he doesn’t really know how to interact with a teenage girl sometimes so he just wants your advice. 

Charlie is a very go with the flow kind of guy usually but anytime he even has to hear someone talk about Edward Cullen he will end up spending the next twenty minutes complaining about that cullen kid to you and how he doesn’t trust him. 

He buys you pepper spray and puts it on your keychain for you. Just in case. 

Charlie isn’t one for big romantic gestures or whispering sweet nothings or anything but he does show he cares in small gestures that almost mean much more than any big gesture. 

He warms your car up and scraps the ice off your windows on cold mornings for you, he wakes you up with a cup of coffee every morning, he gets you your favorite snacks to keep at his house every time he goes to the grocery store (or you know puts it on the list for when Bella goes…). 

I feel like he would also make you like an emergency kit to keep in your car with bottled water, granola bars, an extra coat, jumper cables, a flashlight, etc. just because he’s paranoid about you breaking down somewhere and him not being able to get to you. 

He also brings you home flowers when he knows you’re having a rough week/it's your birthday/it’s your anniversary. 

He still has some issues with relationships since his last serious relationship was Rene and he has been single for the better part of a decade following that so he is going to struggle with opening up sometimes but he’s worth the wait. 

Whenever the two of you go anywhere together he has to drive but he will also steer with one hand and hold your hand with the other, singing along softly to the radio. 

He would make so many dad jokes. Like for every situation he has a dad joke ready. 

He loves when you steal his flannel shirts and wear them around the house and he can’t help but smile when you do. 

587 notes • Posted 2021-02-17 05:45:37 GMT

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2012 buzzwords and phrases

nutella

one direction video diaries

dan & phil radio show on BBC1

"rose tyler, i-"

mishapocalypse

covering things in patterned duck tape (tie dye, lime green/pink arrows, that terrible purple)

oovoo/skype video calls<33

roblox dot com "can i haz chez burger too?"

o.O xD :3 (:

frantically skipping over fucked up shit on omegle (we should Not have been able to access this site)

using twitter to tweet shit like "@NIALLHORAN I LOVE YOU!!!!" >>0 likes 0 retweets 5 followers (best friend, internet friend, internet friend, & two porn bots)

tumblr girl

#justgirlythings

unironically saying "I'm not like other girls" "EPIC" "ROFLCOPTER"

troll face rage comic

top text bottom text memes

"shut up and take my money!"

desperately wanting those mini polaroid cameras

mario galaxy 2!!!!

mindlessly playing the wii/wiiu for hours on urs or ur best friend's couch

(for americans spec:) that random obsession with british people and drinking tea???

2012 mayan calendar ending,, the end of the world!!

(spec to east coast US+) hurricane irene & hurricane sandy on halloween

hot topic thick rubber bracelets

walking around ur local mall for hours w/ like 3 friends, just to end up buying over-priced taco bell in the food court

high top converse!!!!

colored skinny jeans!! (bright red w/ suspenders & a striped t-shirt, the louis tomlinson look)

"hug me" t-shirts (ty niall horan:/)

black & white checkered studded belts, seatbelt-looking belts

the cinnamon challenge

kony 2012

starting a youtube channel on ur own and/or with ur best friend (only to forget the password & nvr come back to it)

hobbies?? outside of school?? (i.e. dance class, musical theater, gymnastics, tennis, horseback riding, baton twirling (why is it always baton twirling), etc.)

boyscouts/girlscouts (wasn't me but i Saw y'all)

the scary maze game

making cringe 4 panel memes of urself to post on this new app called instagram ("hey um.... >~<" "did you know that..." "like..." "you're really beautiful :)")

science side of tumblr

superwholockian

"you were the bravest man i ever knew, the most human... human being i ever met" (if u dont still cry ur lying)

"okay?" "okay." or,, throwing tfios when reading The Part

the green brothers!! & vidcon!!

jennamarbles (i miss her sm & i hope she's happy & safe & doing SO well) & her spiderman poster

"what boys are like" "what girls are like" YouTube videos

slenderman

the maximum ride series/reading anything by james patternson

/reading late into the night

camp, sleep-away camp, babysitting or being babysat while ur friends/ur parent(s) worked in the summer bc u couldn't stay home alone (this prob isn't 2012 specific but it is to ME)

or,, staying home alone

& listening to music so loudly????

hiding headphone wires up ur sleeve to listen to music in class

going to "the computer room" in urs or ur friends house (bonus points if it was in their basement, u had to share it with siblings, and/or ur/their dad would kick u off it to idk check his email)

divorce qkjxsjjdkd (again,, prob not 2012 specific but LMAO)

three way calls on The House Phone

calling ur friends house & saying, "hi. this is x, is y there?"

hand games, like quack dilly oso & concentration 64 (do ppl still play these ones in particular)

"IMA FYARIN MAH LAZER BLARGH!" "doctor octogonopus BLAH!" (i.e.,,, the laser collection)

the asdf movie(s)

charlie the unicorn, llamas with hats

fedoras...... unironically my beloved..........

y'all think furries are bad?? remember bronies??

i'm yours by jason mraz, someone like you by adele, hey soul sister by train being the only songs that exist

bangin' ur ankle with ur metal razor scooter,, those soft grips on the handle bars, pressin' in the lil metal buttons to twist & push out the handles for some reason

comedy central: tosh.0, its always sunny in philadephia, south park, etc.

THE GREATEST FREAKOUT EVER!!!! (vid where guy shoves remote up his ass bc his mom canceled his WOW account)

#idk why i woke up at 3:30 am with the urge to do this #maybe im back to regressing #& looking for comfort & nostalgia #in times that i know were terrifying & id never go back (lawl xD family trauma) #but these things ig were a true source of escapism #so uhh ig ty 2012 #i truly peaked in 7th grade #everything since has been Too traumatic #long post #nostalgia #2000s kid #90s kid #00s kid #2012

[ahsxual]

Perfect Day

Pairing: Arthur Fleck x Reader

Summary: You and Arthur are excited for your first date, since it's an essencial key for your relationship.

Genre: Fluff

Warning: sexual harassment (literally one sentence, nothing too serious)

Word count: 2,7k

A/N: I don't know how to feel about this one... I wanted it to be romantic and cute, yet I feel this isn't enough to express my feelings for him... anyways, I really hope your opinion is different! :)

Gif Credits: @arthurflecc <33

Today is the day I will finally find true happiness, Arthur thought. Last day, you invited him to have dinner at your place, since none of you could afford an actual date, and that way you could spend some time alone. You work with him as female clown for a couple weeks now and that's where you met him: he, besides Gary, was the only one who's truly kind and respectful, not some jerk like Randall who would always make some unwanted comments on how pretty you are. With that, Arthur got the courage to defend you, a gesture you noticed and really appreciated. That's when you decided to invite him as a thank you gift for what he has done (and maybe because you thought he was really cute and a real gentleman).

To Arthur, that morning seemed brighter than any other he had lived: he could swear that the birds were singing to him, like it was a sign from nature and destiny telling everything was going to finally be ok... as long as he was by your side. This time, the sky wasn't covered by depressive and heavy gray clouds like every other day: instead, it was replaced by the sweet scalding yellow sun and the gorgeous shade of baby-blue. Even the stairs weren't painful to walk anymore and the runs to the bus weren't as stressed and tiring as they used to be. He came down the stairs bouncing with joy, like he was a kid who just got his favorite ice-cream flavor for free. People even looked at him awkwardly, but he couldn't care less. Nothing could ruin this day to him.

Once he entered Haha's, his heart started to beat way too fast once he realized he would see you in a matter of seconds. He couldn't wait any longer, so he quickly ran to the room of clowns, hoping for you to be the first thing he would lay his eyes on once he got there.

"Hi, Arthur!" you happily said as soon as you saw him, realizing that he had been standing there for a while, staring sweetly at you. However you didn't mind: you knew his intentions were utterly good.

"H-hi Y/n! You... you are very... b-beautiful today." he finally got the courage to praise you, to speak his mind out loud, even if he stuttered meanwhile. He was with his red waistcoat and pants, and a white social shirt, an outfit that suits him just perfectly.

"Oh, thank you, you look really good too! And I'm glad you liked it, I want to look good for our tonight's date." you teased him, just to see his cheeks turn redder than they already were. You were with your date's outfit on, because you were planning to go home right after you left Haha's. You wanted to surprise him, however he arrived sooner than you expected, so you didn't have the time to change into your clown's work outfit.

"A date??" he seemed surprised for you considering your meeting an actually date.

"Yeah, sure. Don't you want to call it that way?"

"Yes!! I mean, i-if you want to..." he correct himself, after realizing he sounded too excited than he should.

"Ok, great! Can't wait for tonight." you said gladly, earning a sweet tooth wide smile from him.

"Me too Y/n, me too..." after sharing an intense and intimate exchange of glances, you decided to break the reconforting silence between you. That silence told and shared way more emotions than any possible spoken word, but you couldn't risk any other coworker complain about you two to Hoyt.

"Well, I'm going to get ready now. Talk to you later, ok?"

"Uh... sure." he understood, giving you once again a thin, shy smile.

You both did your work for the rest of the day, not wanting your secret love to interfere and prejudice your professional life. Both of you knew how demanding your boss could be, so you better not test his limits.

The day was finally near to its end, so you went to your locker to collect your belongings and then change into your clothes, before joining Arthur who was already waiting for you outside.

"Are you ready?" you asked once you got near him.

"Absolutely." he calmly, yet enthusiastic answered. You wanted to overcome your shyness, so you slowly interlocked your arms with his. You could tell that he was a little hesitant by the sudden affectionate gesture and seemed to paralyzed, looking intensely at the spot where your arms found each other.

"Arthur? Are you ok?" you were scared that you crossed the line without meaning it.

"Y-yeah! I'm sorry, I'm just... not used to being touched..." he got upset, remembering how miserable and lonely his life was... but not anymore. That's the past, and now you are more then willing to change radically his and your future as well, putting all that suffering and intense pain far far away behind him.

"It's ok Art, you are safe with me, I promise you that. But if I do something that makes you uncomfortable, please let me know." before your lovely night started, you needed to make sure that he would be comfortable: you wouldn't forgive yourself if anything bad happened to the man who supported you and made you feel like the only beautiful woman alive, and you being the responsible for it.

"Thank you, Y/n. That's really nice of you... I really appreciate that." he made that sweet stare towards you, one that makes you melt right away every time.

"Come on Art, my stomach is already complaining." he happily laughed, and you acknowledged his smile.

When you arrived home, it was impossible for you not to notice: he was quiet, yet so observant with everything: sometimes he would even touch so softly your belongings, and you would just smile, feeling nothing but comfort and acceptance. How can anyone consider me as someone so essential and special in their lives?, you deeply thought. But that's just how Arthur was: he always manages to feel like it's only you and him against the world, the rest being irrelevant.

"What do you want to eat? I can make your favorite plate... or at least I can try." you softly laughed, feeling a little nervous by your kitchen skills. You really wanted to impress Arthur... especially on your first of many dates. He then looked at you with wide eyes, swallowing his dry throat from growing anxiety. "What's the matter? Did I do anything wrong?" you started to get even more nervous than you already were, now being you having your mouth and throat dry.

"No, no, you didn't do anything wrong! I-I just..." he paused for a moment, not being able to look at you since he felt very ashamed. "I'm not hungry... I'm sorry..." he said slowly with a low voice, derived from his embarrassment.

"Oh..." you felt a little sad if you were honest: you bought a bunch of food so he could choose freely what he wanted to eat and make this day special by making him a surprise... but you couldn't blame him: you knew about the secondary effects from the meds he takes, the lack of hunger being one of them. "It's fine, don't worry about it." you tried to relax him, which you did since he offered you a kind smile right after, just like his big, yet fragile heart. You tried to think of something else: you couldn't miss this opportunity to be with him, both of you being so busy with your lives that the time you spend together is absolutely rare and precious, being as valuable as gold, or diamonds, or even more. "I got an idea!" a cliche, yet romantic idea came to your mind. "What about... seeing a movie? Or a tv show that you really like? While eating popcorn, obviously." you winked at him.

"Sounds like fun." he smiled. "But... I-I never... ate popcorn. Never had the chance to try it..." he shyly said. You felt bad for him... in our childhood, it's the most delicious thing to eat, a sweet that brings us joy, happiness and even peace, for some. But now, him being in his middle 30's, how has he never eaten or at least tried it?

"Then seems like you're going to have this delicious experience with me instead!" you gently laughed, trying to make him more comfortable. This time he gave you a toothy grin, staring at you like he was in heaven and you were the only pure angel in it. You blushed at his staring, so you decided to look away and do the popcorns instead. "Make yourself at home! You can sit on the sofa if you want." you offered while pointing to the most comfortable furniture you had. He instantly obeyed you, sitting on it awkwardly since he was afraid of doing something wrong that could annoy you. Yup, that was definitely the last thing he wanted to do... mainly on this special day.

Once you finish the popcorn, you sat right next to him, being way closer than he expected. Not that he minded, no no, not at all, but he couldn't help but to shake unstoppably by the complex emotions he was feeling from the warm and soft human contact... from the most perfect human being in his eyes.

"Before we watch it, I want you to prove this delight first. But you have to close your eyes! It will taste better, I promise." you grabbed one popcorn kernel and signaled him to open his mouth. He instantly felt tenser and his frail heart started to beat furiously because of your gesture. If someone had told him when he first saw you, that he would come to your house and spend these moments with you, he would've laughed by the immense unlikelyhood. But here he is: in your house, with you. He shakingly opened his mouth, slowly closing his big ocean eyes right after. When he tasted it, it was like he was 7 again, living his lost happy childhood: it was sweet, crunchy and tasted like happiness, this feeling amplified with you by his side. "How is it?" you curiously asked while smiling by his reaction.

"This is so... wow." that's all he could say.

"You want more? This bowl can be just for you, I will do more for myself." the moment you got up, you felt your arm being gently, yet firmly grabbed.

"Wait!" he suddenly said, removing his hand from your arm right after, not wanting to scare you away. "I-I'd rather share them with you... i-if that's ok..." His shyness was something you could never be tired of: it's one of the words that describe him the best, making him look immensely cute to your eyes. You felt genuinely happy because he was making a move on you: as little or even insignificant that gesture was to everyone else, it meant the world to you.

"Sure, sharing is always better, right?" you shared a glare that spoke the untold love for each other, yet not unknown. "So... what do you want to see?" you finally asked.

"I don't know... maybe-" suddenly he noticed the tv, that was already on, presented the Murray Franklin show, catching immediately his attention. "Murray!!" once he saw it, it was like his shyness was never there: the carefree and excited Arthur who you never had the chance to meet, was now shown. You even felt jealous for a moment, seeing all his attention was now in the show.

"Oh, you like Murray? I watch him from time to time, the show is really funny." he turned his attention to you again, seeming surprised by your answer.

"You do...?" his grin shined even more once he discovered you had more things in common, one of them being something he admires and even considers as a dream, the main goal in his professional life.

"Of course! Who doesn't like to laugh and relax after a tiring day of work? Laughing is the best medicine for happiness." his smile broke, slowly decreasing into nothing. "I mean, when you really want to laugh, not when you have to." you remembered his condition, so you corrected yourself.

"I heard that my whole life, so I guess you're right..." he seemed mindful, looking and playing with his own worn hands. You gently grabbed his hand into yours.

"Don't worry Arthur, I'll make sure you really laugh, not just because you can't control it or because you forcely have to. I promise you... I will do my best to make you happy everyday." these moments and words were unforgettable to him. He couldn't see his life without you anymore: the only way he could be truly happy is by your side, the only way he could survive... is only by your side.

"Thank you, Y/n. I... I-I really enjoy these moments I spend with you. They're the only thing that make me feel happy and alive. You make me feel like... like I'm real and seen... and you have no idea how much that is important to me." you felt so proud of him for being able to speak from his mind and heart without hesitance, and utterly special for being the only one who entirely owned his trust.

"You don't need to thank me, Art. It's my pleasure to be with you, a man who's so kind and respectful like you. If others can't see it, it's not your fault. Like I use to say, it's their loss for not seeing someone so good in front of them. But I can see it... and we all only need the ones who really care about us in our lives, the rest is just the rest. They don't matter." now was your turn to speak the honest truth. He didn't have to say anything for you to understand how right and perfect he thought you were: it was like destiny was telling him to not let you escape... because you are his soulmate, his one and only person who came to this world with the purpose of filling him, to fill his heart with pure love, compassion and comprehension. "Oh, the show has already started!" both of you were so distracted or, should I say, so concentrated on each other, that you didn't even notice what was happening around you: the world always stops when you are together.

Once you decided to see the show, you shared the made popcorn and some laughs, Arthur always making sure you would laugh when he would. Every time Murray made a joke, Arthur looked at you, concentrated on your expressions while admiring your beauty. It was an incredible spent night: you laughed, ate popcorn together, supported each other... with time, you even hugged him softly, only for him to gladly return it, yet shyly, as predicted. If you two were honest, you would admit that you wanted so badly to share a sweet, passionate and meaningful first kiss... but that has to be preserved for your future dates, since the respect you have for one another it's incomparable to any other: you want things to happen naturally, without hurry, because what begins fast... ends quickly as well, and that's the last thing you want to happen, for sure.

This was the last piece of the puzzle that was needed to finally go forward your relationship: you belong to each other, like your hearts are attached and only function correctly when you are together, like the universe had and still has wonderful plans for you... and both of you are so glad to finally be able to be by your soulmate's side... forever.

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100 Buffy Prompts

I had a lot of fun compiling this list. I was cracking up more than once and now I want to binge Buffy. If there is a show you want let me know because these seriously help me shut of my brain during this covid hell.

1 “NAME, your mouth is open, sound is coming from it. This is never good.” – Buffy Summers

2 “I just want to be alone and quite in a room with a chair and a fireplace and a tea cozy. I don’t even know what a tea cozy is, but I want one.” – Buffy Summers

3 "They were supposed to be my light at the end of the tunnel. I guess they were a train.” – Buffy Summers

4 “I don’t know what’s coming next. But I do know it’s gonna be just like this – hard, painful. But in the end, it’s gonna be us. If we all do our parts, believe it, we’ll be the one’s left standing.” – Buffy Summers

5 “I don’t handle rejection well. Funny, considering all the practice I’ve had, huh?” – Xander Harris

6 "Just because you’re better than us doesn’t mean you can be all superior.” – Xander Harris

7 “I’m leaning towards blind panic myself.” – Rupert Giles

8 “Since the picture you just painted means that I will never touch food of any kind again, you’ll just have to pick it up yourself.” – Rupert Giles

9 "With all the rubbish people keep sticking in my head, it's a wonder that there's room for my brain." – Spike

10 "Oh, I don't know. Looking in the mirror every day and seeing nothing there...it's an overrated pleasure.” – Angel

11 "Passion. It lies in all of us. Sleeping, waiting, and though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir. Open it's jaws, and howl. It speaks to us, guides us. Passion rules us all, and we obey. What other choice do we have?" – Angel

12 "Anyway, for real now, I'm gonna ask you something, and you gotta promise you'll be honest and not spare my feelings just 'cause I could kill you. You promise?" Faith

13 "You gotta give me something to do. There's no way I'm sleeping. Don't you need anyone dead? Or maimed? I can settle for maimed.” – Faith

14 "You know, I honestly don't think there's a human word fabulous enough for me.”- Glorificus

15 “I’m cookie dough. I’m not done baking. I’m not finished becoming whoever the hell it is I’m gonna turn out to be. I make it through this, and the next thing, and the next thing, and maybe one day, I turn around and realize I’m ready. I’m cookies. And then, you know, if I want someone to eat m — or enjoy warm, delicious, cookie me, then that’s fine. That’ll be then. When I’m done.” — Buffy Summers

16 “Seize the moment, ’cause tomorrow you might be dead.” — Buffy Summers

17 “The hardest thing in this world is to live in it. Be brave. Live.” — Buffy Summers

18 “No weapons. No friends. No hope. Take all that away and what’s left?” “Me.” — Angelus & Buffy Summers

19 “Don’t you have an elsewhere to be?” – Cordelia Chase

20 “God! What is your childhood trauma?!” – Cordelia Chase

21 “Gee, can you vague that up for me?” – Buffy Summers

22 “I laugh in the face of danger. Then I hide until it goes away.” – Xander Harris

23 “I don’t know what your problem is, what your issues are. But as of this moment I officially don’t care.” – Xander Harris

24 “You’re really campaigning for bitch of the year, aren’t you?” – Cordelia Chase

25 “I mock you with my monkey pants!” – Oz

26 “Funny how preparing looks an awful lot like sitting on your ass.” – Spike

27 “That’s fairly freaksome.” – Oz

28 “Do you have any tact at all?” – Giles

29 “I’ve known you for two minutes and I can’t stand you.” – Spike

30 “Great. Now I’m gonna be stuck with serious thoughts all day.” – Cordelia Chase

31 “You didn’t happen to take a lot of drugs, did you?” – Willow

32 “I’ve seen honest faces…they usually come attached to liars.” – Willow

33 “Can I be blind, too?” – Xander

34 “Gee, I hope I’m not interrupting anything really depressing.” – Riley

35 “And you just accepted that? I only said that because I thought that’s what you wanted to hear.” – Anya

36 “This is the crack team that foils my every plan? I am deeply shamed.” – Spike

37 “We’ve got to face it, we’ve changed. Well, not you—you’re still sadistic and self-centered.” – Giles

38 “Sometimes the most adult thing you can do is ask for help when you need it.” – Giles

39 “Did everybody have their Crazy Flakes today?” – Xander

40 “Do you love me?” “What?” “Do you?” “I love you. I don't know if I trust you.” “Maybe you shouldn't do either.” “Maybe I'm the one who should decide!” — Angel & Buffy

41 “Six a.m.!" NAME cried. "I know that's a number on my clock, but I've never actually been awake to personally witness it!” — Xander

42 “Bored now.” — Vampire Willow

43 “We’ll go be heroes.” — Spike

44 “You have a plan?” “I am the plan.” — Giles & Buffy

45 "Strong is fighting. It's hard and it's painful, and it's every day. It's what we have to do. And we can do it together." — Buffy

46 "I make it through this and the next thing and the next thing, and maybe one day I turn around and realize I'm ready." — Buffy

47 "You have to take care of each other. You have to be strong. NAME, the hardest thing in this world is to live in it. Be brave. Live, for me." — Buffy

48 "Make your choices. Are you ready to be strong?" — Buffy

49 “Weird love’s better than no love.” — Buffy

50 “The who having wha with huh?” — Buffy

51 “Whatever you choose, you’ve got my support. Just think of me as… as your… You know, I’m searching for supportive things and I’m coming up all bras. So, something slightly more manly, think of me as that.” – Xander

52 "A lot of things that seem strong and good and powerful, they can be painful." Angel

53 "To forgive is an act of compassion, NAME. It's-it's... it's not done because people deserve it. It's done because they need it." — Giles

54 "In the end, we all are who we are, no matter how much we may appear to have changed." — Giles

55 "I don't have time for vendettas. The mission is what matters." — Buffy

56 "I don't want to protect you from the world. I want to show it to you." — Buffy

57 "Make your choice. Are you ready to be strong?" — Buffy

58 "Recognizing power in another does not diminish your own." — Joss Whedon

59 “Out. For. A. Walk… Bitch.” — Spike

60 “You can’t see the stars, love. That’s the ceiling. Also, it’s day.” — Spike

61 “Is everyone here very stoned?” — Spike

62 “I feel safe with you.” [Chokes] “TAKE THAT BACK!” — Dawn & Spike

63 “I love you.” “Oh, my god.” “Hey, no. Look at me. I... love you. You're all I bloody think about... dream about. You're in my gut... my throat... I'm drowning in you, NAME. I'm drowning in you.” — Spike & Buffy

64 “Just... give me something. A crumb, the barest smidgen. Tell me maybe, someday there's a chance” “NAME ... the only chance you had with me was when I was unconscious.” “Oh, wha-“ [screams, then shouts]  “What the bleeding hell is wrong with you bloody men/women? What the hell does it take? Why do you bitches torture me?” “Which question do you want me to answer first?” — Spike & Buffy

65 “You can't deny it. There's something between us.” “Loathing. Disgust.” — Spike & Buffy

66 “Could do without the laugh track, NAME.” “But it's so funny. I knew... before you did. I knew you loved the NAME. The pixies in my head whispered it to me.” — Spike & Drusilla

67 “Damn right I’m impure! I’m as impure as the driven yellow snow.” — Spike

68 “I love you.” “No, you don’t. But thanks for saying it.” — Spike & Buffy

69 “This with you, it’s wrong. I know it. I’m not a complete idiot.” — Spike

70 “You always hurt the ones you love, pet.” — Spike

71 "When I say ‘I love you,’ it’s not because I want you or because I can’t have you. It has nothing to do with me. I love what you are, what you do, how you try. I’ve seen your kindness and your strength. I’ve seen the best and worst of you. And I understand with perfect clarity exactly what you are." — Buffy

72 "I’m just gonna go home, lie down, and listen to country music. The music of pain." — Buffy

73 "I have feelings for you. I do. But it's not love. I could never trust you enough for it to be love." — Buffy

74 "Weird love's better than no love." — Buffy

75 “People don’t fall in love with what’s right in front of them. People want the dream — what they can’t have. The more unattainable, the more attractive.” — Buffy

76 "Trust is for old marrieds, NAME. Great love is wild and passionate and dangerous. It burns and consumes." “Until there's nothing left. Love like that doesn't last." — Spike & Buffy

77 "This isn't some fairy tale. When I kiss you...you don't wake up from a deep sleep and live happily ever after" — Angel

78 "I love you. I try not to, but I can't stop" — Angel

79 "If I may suggest, ‘This time it's personal.’ I mean, there's a reason why it's a classic." —Oz

80 "Well, to the casual observer, it would appear that you're trying to make your friend NAME jealous, or even the score, or something. And...that's on the empty side. See, in my fantasy, when I'm kissing you, you're kissing me. It's okay, I can wait." — Oz

81 "NAME’s our friend...except I don't like him/her.” — Xander

82 "What am I gonna do? I think about sex all the time! Sex ... Help! Four times five is thirty ... five times six is thirty-two ... Naked girls. Naked women ... Naked NAME ... Oh, stop me!" — Xander

83 "Man, NAME! My whole life just flashed before my eyes. I gotta' get me a life!" — Xander

84 “NAME. You're really campaigning for bitch-of-the-year, aren't you?” “As defending champion, you nervous?” — Cordelia & Buffy

85 "Tact is just not saying true stuff. I'll pass." — Cordelia

86 “Oh please. Like shame is something to be proud of.” — Cordelia

87 “I’m going to give you some advice: get over it.” — Cordelia

88 “Oh, and you’re welcome.” — Cordelia

89 “I’m not a sniveling little cry-NAME. I’m the nastiest guy/girl in PLACE history. I take crap from no one.” — Cordelia

90 “I think it. I say it. It’s my way.” — Cordelia

91 "I don't like spiders, okay? Their furry bodies, and their sticky webs, and what do they need all those legs for anyway? I'll tell you - for crawling across your face in the middle of the night." — Willow

92 "I don't want danger. Big 'no’ to danger.” — Willow

93 "Let's get this straight. I don't understand it. I don't wanna' understand it. You have gross emotional problems. And things are not okay between us." — Willow

94 "NAME, I got so lost." "I found you. I will always find you." — Tara & Willow

95 "But you like him/her, and when you think about him/her, you get that good down-low tickle, right?" — Faith

96 "You hurt me, I hurt you. I'm just a little more efficient." — Faith

97 "Just relax ... and take off your pants." — Faith

98 "I am, you know." “What?" “Yours." — Tara & Willow

99 "I don't have time for bondage fun." - Buffy

100 “It's fine, I don't need to be snuggled.” — Willow

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[renee-writer]

Shamrock to a Thistle Chapter 33 House Hunting

“Good schools.”

“Decent size yard.”

“Bath and a half.” He arches his eyes at her. “I don’t mind sharing a bathroom but sometimes a woman just has to go. “

“Aye. Okay. It is a decent list.” They have spent the morning making out what they want in a house before meeting with the realtor in the afternoon. It includes:

Three bedrooms.

Modern kitchen.

Office space.

Safe neighborhood.

Close to both their jobs.

“We are ready.” She declares with bravado them she really feels. House hunting is huge. It feels like stepping off a cliff without a parachute. He sees her face and draws her to him.

“We have this. I ken it is scary but, we are neither one of us alone. It will be okay.” She offers him a wavering smile and he offers one of his own before sealing their smiles together.

Their realtor is a bubbly lass named Katherine, call me Kate, who assures them that she can find them the perfect home.

“You have picked the perfect time to buy a first home. Interest rates are very low and it is a buyers market.” She assures them as she drives towards the first house on her list. It is beautiful from the outside. One story on a large lot. A small garage off to the side. They step out and walk up the path tp the front door. Jamie stops her before she opens it.

“What is it?” Claire and Kate ask together. He points to the broken window in the front.

“We can get that fixed.”

“Aye but did the neighbors report it to the owner or realty company?

“No but.”

“It makes this neighborhood unsafe. My wife and future bairns will not be living in an unsafe neighborhood.”

“Understand. Well there is many others.”. They move on.

The second place gave Claire a bad feeling as soon as she walked in.

“Every hair on the back of my neck raised.” She explains to Jamie and Kate.

The third has real possibility. It has all they require including something they hadn’t asked for, a swing set in the back yard. The kitchen has a dishwasher and garbage disposal. The master bedroom has it's own bathroom. It seems perfect then they meet their neighbors.

“You buying this place?” the man asks Jamie as he walks around and inspects the gutters. Claire is still inside with Kate.

“Thinking about it. Seems a good home to raise our future bairns in.”

“It is that. Your wife and you expecting?”

“Future wife. Not yet.”

“Doing it right. Buying a house for the future not just the present.”

“That is the plan. How are the schools?”

“They are..”

“Jamie. Did you know there is a window seat in one of the children’s rooms?”

“Is there? It will be the lass' room then. Claire, meet our potential neighbor. Sorry, I didn’t catch yer name?” he turns back to find the friendly man he was just talking to gone. He was looking at Claire with disgust.

“Maybe this isn’t the right house for you, after all. You see, we have very good property values. We would hate to see them go down “ Jamie tenses up and steps in front of Claire.

“What are ye saying?” The bigot was going to say it plain, giving him an excuse to knock him out.

“Jamie, come on. We don't need his answer. Or this house.”

“Smart move girl. I am sure you can find a neighborhood more darker. We like to keep this one white.” Jamie goes to swing and Claire grabs his arm.

“He isn't worth it.” He turns away, takes her hand, and gently kisses her, in plain view of the arse hole.

“Ye are right, my love. “ They find Kate and explain the problem.

“I am so sorry. I didn’t know.”

“You couldn’t have. Let's just move on.” Claire worries Jamie will hit the man if they don't get away soon.

Finally, the fourth house. It is a bit smaller. Has no swing set but, it has a fenced back yard. The kitchen is a bit less modern, no garbage disposal but a dishwasher. The master bedroom still has a bath attached. No window seat but the children’s rooms are a bit bigger. The office has room for two desks and the bookshelves are built in. The living room flows into the dining room and kitchen and huge windows look out into the back yard.

“We can watch them play. They and their mates.” Jamie says as he wraps his arms around her. “I will get a swing set and built a window seat.”

“We need to meet the neighbors.”

“Aye.” They walk out, with Kate and knock on the doors to either side. The left is opened by a elderly woman who is thrilled that a young couple may be moving in next door.

“It is the perfect house for a young family. The Simmons lived there until there youngest graduated. I wish they could have stayed so we could have got to know their grandchildren. But, Mr Simmons died, God rest his soul. It will be a blessing to hear the sound of children again.”

“Mrs?”

“Fritz lad. Gail Fritz.”

“Jamie Anderson and my fiance, Claire O’Leary. May we ask ye a delicate question?”

“Aye Jamie. I may not answer.”

“Understood. We need to know if Claire and our future children will be safe here.”

“Why because of her race?”

“Aye.” He explains what had happened at the last house.

“I am so sorry. It is a shame and a disgrace that such still occurs in this day and age. I have lived her all my married life, and that will be fifty next month, and ne' had those type of issues here. Aye Jamie. Claire and the weans will be safe here.”

“Thank you. And congrats on your coming 50th.”

“A commitment tae God and each other is what Gary and I swore tae. We have kept it. Ye do the same, and ye will reach this number tae.”

“Thank ye. I think it will be helpful tae have ye as a neighbor.”

“So, you are taking it?” Kate asks.

“We are.” They answer together.

“Excellent. Come, lets sign the papers.” They do and, after the inspections and escrow, they will be home owners.

#my writing #jamie and claire #losely based on outlander #shamrock to a thidtle #house hunting

[mama-ghostie-61542]

A Thousand Lifetimes

Rated M++ for language and themes

If you recognize it--IT AIN'T MINE

Sorry for the OOC bits.

Chapter 2

Supper was finished and cleaned up with little in the way of words spoken after that. The evening saw me curling up in my bed with a coffee and the second chapter.

Jooheon PoV--

As soon as we were given our holiday leave, we were talking where we were all going to go. I had saved my days off for three months to have an entire week away. Just the same as I had saved as much as I could to be able to afford that first class ticket. Bryn had sent me half of the money, so that helped. As I packed, I called Bryn, just to verify the time I should get there.

The flight itself was really uneventful...unless you count the attendant openly flirting with me. That guy openly offered things that, umm, weren't on the menu, let's say. Now, don't get me wrong, I love flying first class, and I am used to having underwear thrown at me by western audiences, but getting an invitation to join 'The Mile High Club' by a dude, was a little much for me.

'Would be too much for me too'.

By the time the plane landed in L.A., I was thoroughly embarrassed, and a little pissed off. Then there was a two hour layover until my flight to Chicago. That flight was a lot better than the one from Seoul to L.A. No one bothered me. I was just the Asian guy in first class.

After grabbing my bag from baggage claim, I started to walk down to the pick up and drop off, where she said she would meet me. Bryn told me she has an awful time getting through security checkpoints. The machines pick up the studs on her implants. That was an interesting conversation, I learned my big sister had lost all her teeth due to a strange combination of factors. But, she had gotten it all squared away and everything had healed up a while ago.

'She has implants? Hmm.'

As I turned the corner, I heard a soft whistle followed by Bryn shouting.

"Jooheon! Over here, Lil Man."

'Little? He is at least half a foot taller than you!'

I turned towards the yell, and saw her. The buzz cut threw me for a second. "You cut it all off again," I remarked as I noticed her shoulder length hair was much shorter than our last video chat.

"Yep. Long hair is for men and babies, not ladies. Neither man nor bitch should be able to grab a handful and use it against me," she quipped as she ran her hand over the short, spunky, spikes on her pate. "Got your bag," she asked.

Long hair is for men and babies, huh.

I nodded.

"Cool. My truck is this way," she said as she tilted her head to the side. "Let's blow this pop stand."

"What," I asked, laughing as I followed.

"Let's blow this popsicle stand.'

Turning around and walking backwards, she said, "Let's blow this popsicle stand."

'See. I do know some idioms.'

Imagine my surprise when what she simply called 'my truck' was a tiny little Chevy Equinox.

As we stowed my bags in the back seat, I said, "Bryn, this isn't a truck."

"Is to me," she replied as we got into the front and buckled our safety belts. When she started up the engine, the cabin was filled with a haunted music. Then she said, as we backed out of the parking spot, "We gotta stop for gas before we hit the interstate, so, I suggest you visit the men's room before we leave. We still have a four hour drive ahead of us."

As she put it in drive, I replied with, "Are you insinuating I can't control myself?"

"No," she said, matter-of-factly. "I am straight telling you that you have a bladder the size of a walnut and you are riding with a fucking camel."

I laughed, 'I agree. That woman can make an eight hour drive with a bottle of pop and never once need to pee. There will still be soda in her bottle, too. She's a fuckin camel.'

As we pulled away from the gas station, and onto the interstate, She commented on my shirt. "That is a nice color on you, by the way."

"Thanks. I like red."

"I know. Just never had you pegged as a guy who actually looked good in maroon."

I looked down at my shirt. "It's red," I replied.

"No, Dear, it's maroon."

"Agree to disagree. How many times have I told you to just call me 'Honey'?"

"It weirds me out to call my little brother "Honey'. That's a word meant for a significant other. The closest you will EVER get is Dear. Ah! I know! Wanda," she laughed.

"Absolutely not," I laughed, "but I can see your point," I said, as I looked out the window for a minute, "How is Clark taking it?"

'Who is this Clark, guy?'

"Your visit? We got in a screaming match. It all boils down to the fact you are a guy."

"Wow," I replied then shook my head. Clark was one of those super insecure guys who saw everyone as a threat. "So it didn't and doesn't matter that the mere idea of being anything other than an adopted brother makes me want to poke my eyeballs out with a blunt object."

"Nope," she replied. "You're a dude, and dude's only think about getting 'stuff' from girls."

'Ok, so she is safe with Honey. Good to know.'

I gagged and covered my mouth, "Icky. Just the thought of that makes me want to vomit," I said then shuddered.

"Hey," she chuckled. "No pukin' in my truck," she quipped as she smacked my arm.

"Are you allowed to have gay friends?"

"He doesn't like them either. He would be completely happy if I had no friends at all."

"That is what I call possessive."

"That is what I call fucked up," she replied. "Getting a little sick of the double standards. He can have all the friends he wants, but I have lost most of mine, thanks to him."

"Well, you can't lose me. You are stuck with me now."

"Good to know."

"You know I love you, Sissie," I squealed as I laid over onto the console.

"Yeah, I know. Sadly," she replied and then smiled at me before focusing on the road.

After a few miles, I asked, "So he cost you your friends?"

Sighing, she replied, "Yeah. The only ones left are Lynn and Shayne. He tried to get rid of them, but Shayne threw a fit."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Shayne told him to shut up before he knocked him out. I mean, we have been friends for 33 years and nothing has ever happened. EVER. And I like Lynn."

"Lynn?"

"Shayne's wife. She is awesome!"

"So, do I get to meet the family this week?"

"Nope," she replied. "Ian, Allen, and Jason all have wives that don't like Ma...or me, much. And Los lives in Texas with his wife and their boys, so I don't get to see him much anyways. Costs a ton to board the boys for a visit"

"Los," I asked. I had heard her refer to him, but didn't really know much, other than he was the only biological brother. "I thought he couldn't have kids?"

"Carlos. Most of the family calls him Junior. Juan Carlos Jr. And he can, she can't. The boys are their pitties."

"Wow. What was his mom smoking," I asked.

Bryn smiled, "Don't know, but I wish she would have shared."

"Why?"

"My full name."

"What is it," I asked, mentally preparing myself for the answer.

"Bryn Markham is just the name I write under. Bryanna Ellyen Velvet Colline Brusher nee Loveland, legally. I go by either Annie or Bry, depending on who it is. My parents STILL call me by my full name," She replied, her embarrassment pinking her cheeks slightly.

I grabbed the pad and pen from beside my bed and wrote down the name quickly.

"Oh my god," I laughed.

"Could have been worse, though. If I had been a boy, my dad wanted to name me either Benjamin Abraham or Joshua Earl."

I couldn't help the snort that came out, right before I broke and laughed. I was laughing so hard I was starting to tear up a bit.

"Yeah. Haha. Laugh it up," She said as she rolled the window down a few centimeters and grabbed an ash cup from the rear cup holder. Then, Bryn grabbed the tin of smokes out of the console and lit one up.

"Hold up. You smoke?"

That explains the smell, sometimes.

"Not anymore. Used to, but I found this mix when I quit. I smoked because of my temper, and this mix helps. It's better than looking at the world through two panes of glass and chicken mesh cause I lost it and gave some dumbass what they really deserved."

I looked at her confused.

"A high five...in the face," she said as she glanced at me, "with a chair," Bryn deadpanned as she watched the road.

I snickered a little before I said, "Really?"

"Yeah. More than just a pretty face, little brother," She laughed as she playfully slapped her cheek.

As we settled in to the drive, I realized how much she looked like the girl in Kihyun's dreams. Granted, I could just be seeing what I wanted to see.

They both need someone awesome.

Bryn PoV--

We made it to the house in a little over 3 hours. As usual, Clarkie was pissed. This time cause I actually went and picked up my brother. I guess, he thought if he raised enough of a stink, I would do what he wanted. But, I had a bad habit of never staying in his happy little shell. Mostly because it felt like a cage and I hate to be hemmed in.

He has always said that I need safety and security, but his idea of it is a cage, fences to box me in. My idea was more like a safe place to bed down after a run with the moon, and the freedom to run and stretch out; to sprawl all out and wait for nightfall.

But, Hawkie, has always known its a nice place to land. But that's the way our connection worked, neither one of us had to say much, we just did and it all fit.

I couldn't help but think how wrong this Clark guy was. A spirited filly like that needed plenty of room to run, to roam, or she got stifled. She was right, my idea of security was always just having a good place to land.

As we walked inside, I said, "Look guys, Uncle Jooheon is here."

All three of my kids suddenly insisted on 'Uncle Joey' being his new name; even though I had been coaching them for weeks as to how to pronounce it the right way.

Grimacing, I said, "Sorry, Bud. It appears you have been graced with a new name. In the old ways, a new name is given at the time of adoption. So it looks like it's official. Welcome to the family."

"Hey. I don't mind. There are worse things to be called. Joey works," He chuckled as he shook his head, "At least it's close. I am honored to officially be part of the family."

"Don't get too comfy. Ma picks out middle names at random. So if you ever hear 'Joe' followed by some random Western name, just go with it. And if she whips out the right pronunciation and a random middle name, you are entirely on your own."

"If it's Ma, I would probably answer to it, just to keep her happy," He quipped back.

"It's better that way. She used to call Jamen, the ex, Lynn."

He let loose a belly laugh that had me laughing.

"Seriously," he asked as he wiped his eyes.

"Oh, Yeah. He used to get soo mad."

I laughed at Bryn and Honey and how they acted. Then, I thought about trying that name out in the morning.

As I laid there, curled up and ready to sleep, I felt her. She brushed my hair out of my eyes and whispered softly against my forehead, "You sleep, my love. I'll keep watch."

I fell asleep to her whispering something to me, soft and slow, in a language I couldn't understand. I knew it was no lullaby. It felt more like a blessing, like a prayer. I felt more at peace in that moment than I had for weeks. That night, the nightmares did not haunt me.

The next morning, as we all got around for the day, I took the chance.

"Hey, Joey."

All of the guys stopped.

Honey turned to me, "What did you call me."

"Story said she coached her kids for weeks. They all had it right, but, the minute you walked in the door it was 'Joey'."

"Really," He said as he looked kind of confused. "Joey?" He just snickered and smiled. "Babies. What can ya do," he laughed.

"If what she wrote is true, in her culture, when a person is adopted, they are given a new name. 'Joey' happens to be yours. Not to mention that 'Honey' weirds her out."

The expression on his face dropped. Confusion colored his face for a moment, then the look of understanding followed, "Ahh. Smaller and close to the original so the kids can learn it. Also, so the adults understand that with the small nickname, everything is ok, but the full version, pronounced right, means 'Shut up and listen'. Got it."

"Did you miss the adopted part? She knows!"

At almost two in the afternoon here, I heard her whisper, 'I'm off to bed.' as I felt her presence close to me. Next, came the burn on my cheek, followed by her soft, 'Goodnight, Love.'

Since I was finishing up my lunch, I decided to reach for her. 'Rest well, my queen. You have more than earned it today,' I said as I brushed her hair away from her face. She always looks so peaceful when she sleeps. I almost couldn't wait for the day when I could physically hold her again.

A/N--Still in hell.

#original writing #original fiction #twin souls #soul mates #soul connection #monsta x fic #kihyun fic #past life

[omglr]

patiently momming the shit out this fuckin' potential serial killer...

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!

You both like feminism.

You: hi

Stranger: hi

Stranger: asl

You: 33 f

You: canada

You: you?

Stranger: m22 canada

Stranger: feminist?

You: yes

You: you?

Stranger: fuck no

Stranger: feminism is sexism and hatred of men, why would I support it?

You: meninist?

Stranger: not really

Stranger: just knowing the truth

You: where do you get this information from?

Stranger: online

You: ok

You: have you considered.... reading a book?

Stranger: no

Stranger: because with the ability to be anonymous online people will say the truth without fear of being outed for it.

You: interesting

Stranger: yeah

Stranger: Feminism isnt about equality, its about hatred of men and female superiority

You: ok, if you say so

Stranger: how is it now?

Stranger: not*

Stranger: women demanding a safe space free of men is seen as just fine

Stranger: a male only space is seen as "sexist"

You: uh, do you think their aren't men only space though?

Stranger: feminism cries about male dominance in politics and management positions , but when it comes to male dominance in jobs like trucking, mining, construction etc, feminists dont say a word

Stranger: there is men only, and to feminists thats seen as sexism

You: you seem a little worked up

Stranger: I mean, Boy scouts of America now allows girls in... wtf its the BOY scouts, girls want to be a scout? there is a thing called girl scouts of America too

You: yeah girl guides is a much better organization anyway

You: they also accept boys

Stranger: LMAO wow what guy would joint girl guides.

You: idk, a kid who likes camping and cookies

Stranger: I do like cookies

You: yeah, cookies are great

Stranger: yeah

Stranger: women are also entitled and selfish and think they should get stuff just because they are a woman

You: i think the word entitled gets thrown around a lot to describe people

Stranger: women expect a man to pay for the date.

You: but its mostly about folks asking for respect

Stranger: but I thought you bitches wanted "equality" oh wait...

You: like millenials are real entitled

You: for wanting jobs that pay a living wage

You: says boomers

You: who dont want to pay a living wage

Stranger: yeah

Stranger: but you NEED a living wage

You: yeah, we all need a living wage

Stranger: but women are entitled and think they deserve only the best of the best of the very best men who will do whatever she says and wants and no matter what shes always right

You: this seems like a narrow focus on what women are like

Stranger: its the truth

You: like, this is a pretty shallow stereotype that might be true for like 10% of college girls

Stranger: lol its true for all girls

Stranger: girls are shallow

You: but i guess if thats who you put on a pedestal, shallow girls

Stranger: all girls are shallow

You: mmmm, i mean, you might be misinterpreting women's intentions

Stranger: how so?

You: like if i saw you at a coffee shop and over heard you talking this conspiratorial feminist is evil game, i wouldn't be interested in you

Stranger: Im not 6'0 or taller, im not ripped af and I dont drive a BMW, your not interested in me

You: eh, again, i didn't say that

You: i'm not interested in cars or money or height

Stranger: sure

You: or muscles

Stranger: sure

Stranger: so your a lesbian?

You: but i can tell a dude is a self loathing weirdo pretty quick

You: i'm bi

Stranger: ok

You: women are easier to date

Stranger: sure

Stranger: im 22 and still a fucking virgin

You: for me anyway

You: yeah, that happens

You: some folks are late bloomers

Stranger: LMAO no, women are shallow

You: alright, well if you want to believe that that's up to you, but your world view determines your world

You: so if you can't open your heart and learn to trust women, you'll probably keep thinking worse and worse thoughts about them

Stranger: well im not good looking so...

Stranger: LMAO trust women... that is horseshit.

You: and find yourself in more situations where you can prove yourself right

Stranger: women are nothing but cheaters and liars

Stranger: let me tell you something?

You: ok

Stranger: I met a girl on here 2 yrs ago, shes down in Tennessee, we kept in contact on skype, became friends, fell for each other, admitted our feelings, fell even more for each other, hoped to meet one day, have our first times, maybe end up married and be forever. She met another guy and threw me away.

You: so, you were 20 years old and an internet girlfriend ruined your life forever?

Stranger: nope

Stranger: it just proves how unloyal and unloving women are

You: idk, that sounds kinda stupid

Stranger: plus my 3rd ex cheated after a month, not to mention other BS she did, I'll share if you wanna know,

1st and 2nd ex never even liked me

You: like, i'm being pretty patient with you here

You: this self loathing rap is pretty pathetic

Stranger: lol its hatred of women

You: yeah, its called misogyny

Stranger: and feminism is misandry

You: eh, not really

Stranger: sure

Stranger: women are hypergamous whores

You: eh, i mean, if you and i were the only people on the planet, i would say men are toxic dudes who have little self awareness and say abusive bullshit with so little life experience its kinda tragic if not a little dangerous, and that women are extremely patient and nurturing even to weirdos who don't deserve it

Stranger: sure.

Stranger: if you think im ever going to trust a woman again your insane

You: i guess it was more advice for your sadness but its up to you

Stranger: im not sad

You: eh

Stranger: I just know the bitter truth of life

You: i mean you sound angry, but its obvious where its coming from

Stranger: yeah

You: lol, what is the bitter truth of life?

Stranger: that women are nothing more than shallow unloyal unloving whores who only care about themself, love isnt real. together forever doesnt exist

You: are your parents divorced?

Stranger: never married, dont know my father

You: what's your relationship with your mom like?

Stranger: its fine

You: does she love you?

Stranger: yeah

You: is she loyal to you?

Stranger: i guess. im her only child

You: would she give you her kidney if you needed it?

Stranger: idk, shes not in great health herself tbh

You: would you give her your kidney if she needed it?

Stranger: yeah

You: well that's good

You: have you heard much about internet feedback loops and how it can hurt your self-esteem?

Stranger: yeah

You: i kinda think you should look into your online peer group and figure out if thats who you want to be?

Stranger: Im not on any forums or anything like that

You: like... behind the "women are all cheating selfish shallow whores" is like "a woman would never be loyal to or love me or find me attractive"

Stranger: that is true

You: and that says something about you that isn't true

You: that you aren't unlovable

Stranger: Im not

You: eh, you probably are, or could be

You: just maybe chill with the incel stuff

Stranger: im not. for one im not anywhere near cute. That alone keeps love away.

I have huge trust issues. A short temper,

You: have you considered seeing a therapist?

Stranger: no

You: i've been seeing therapist for like 6 years, they are pretty great

Stranger: well I dont need one

You: what about the trust issues and the short temper?

Stranger: you cant fix those.

You: yeah, that's what therapists do

Stranger: and all it takes is one asshole to come along and destroy it

You: they help you work through those things

Stranger: honestly, I rather just blow up when im man

Stranger: mad*

You: eh, again, you do you, but this is real good advice honestly

Stranger: im fine

Stranger: as for trust issues, I tried to get over it, just to be fucked over again

You: eh, yeah,

Stranger: so I will stay single

You: i have had shit come up in cycles through my life too

You: its hard

Stranger: yeah

You: anyway bud, i should go, but take care of yourself, enjoy this summer :)

Stranger: yeah, but you know whats painful

Stranger: ?

You: what?

Stranger: seeing a hot af girl at the beach in a bikini and knowing I'll never get to smash that

You: dude, just see a sex worker

Stranger: I dont wanna pay for it

Stranger: or get aids

You: eh, don't be cheap and use a condom

Stranger: I am very cheap

You: ok, well, put a fuckin tin can in your room, and everytime you think to yourself "I'm unlovable" but a dollar in it

You: or what ever mean things your brains says to you

Stranger: I've got a peanut butter jar of like $400 change in my room. just because why not

You: yeah, well $400 will get you a good looking woman

Stranger: yeah.. or it can sit here and be mine.

You: or like half an xbox

Stranger: ok

You: ok, good luck

You have disconnected.