#im just a little disappointed that she's not taller

[science-lings]

I am so glad that Link didn’t have a growth spurt between botw and totk, that means he’s going to be that tiny FOREVER

#LITTLE GUY I LOVE YOUUUU #the only reason tulin is there is because they needed at least one character that was shorter than him #riju outgrew him but we knew that would happen #im just a little disappointed that she's not taller #i think without her heels she's almost just as tall as link but idk #but i guess urbosa was also shorter than most gerudo so maybe the royal family just runs a little smaller lol #totk #totk link #botw #loz #tloz

[ohthewh0rror]

NOVEMBER.

˚₊ ⋆ ☠︎︎ ⋆ ₊˚ prompt — A sneak peak into a random day with your boyfriend.

Pairing: Tom R. x Reader / Matteo R. X Reader / Theo Nott x Reader / Draco Malfoy x Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

TOM R.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, giving yourself one final look over. Finding nothing out of place, you stood there and just stared at your reflection for a minute. Today was always difficult for you, a day you both dreaded and looked forward to. Today was the second Saturday of the month, the day you reserved for visiting your little sister's grave. It’s a tradition you’ve held since she passed away 3 years ago.

For a long time you didn’t tell Tom about what you did, not wanting anyone else there while you grieved, but you finally came clean last week. Tom was someone you were very serious about and it was time he knew, you didn’t invite him, and you doubt he remembered, so you didn’t have any expectations of him going with you.

Still, it hurt a little that he wasn’t there. You knew his job took up a lot of his time, but you were hoping he’d make an excuse to leave for the day and be there for you. Swallowing your disappointment, you apparated to your family cemetery, just outside the gates. As the world came into focus you saw that you weren’t alone. There stood Tom, flowers in hand, waiting outside the gates for you. You walked up to him, tears already threatening to cloud your vision.

“You remembered…” your voice trailed off, biting the inside of your cheek to try and keep your composure. Tom gave you a slight smile, holding his hand out for you to take, “of course I remembered, it’s important to you, so now it’s important to me too.”

Taking his hand, you walked in with him, beginning to tell him about her.

DRACO M.

“Give me my shirt back,” Draco's voice sounded defeated as you held the shirt hostage behind your back. I knew this game wouldn’t last long, Draco was much taller, and though you hated to admit it, faster than you as well. Despite being at a disadvantage you couldn’t help but want to tease him.

Was it really so bad to want your shirtless boyfriend to chase after you? You didn’t think so.

“Y/N…” there was a warning in the way he said your name. A warning that you were in for it if you didn’t return his shirt. But, instead of scaring you, his voice sent a thrill up your spine. Your heart raced as you bit your lip, anticipating what was in store for you. You shook your head no, and took a slow step back.

Draco stared at you for a beat before rushing towards you. A high-pitched squeal left you as you turned, bolting towards the door. You’d only made it two feet out the door of his dorm when Draco’s arms wrapped around your waist, flinging you over his shoulder. “N-no! Put me down!” You exclaimed through hysterical laughter, fist hitting his back.

“You had your chance to do the right thing,” Draco told you, walking back into his dorm, the door slamming shut and locking behind the two of you.

MATTHEO R.

Mattheo wasn’t sure what to say to you that wouldn’t further piss you off. He knew you didn’t like when he let his jealousy cause issues, especially on nights that were supposed to be for going out and having a good time. But, when he returned with your drinks and saw a nameless wizard flirting with you, all he felt was the flames of red-hot anger sizzling away any rational thoughts he had.

Mattheo kept his cool as walked up to the two of you. He could tell the wizard was annoyed by his interruption, but the man didn’t say anything to him. Mattheo set your drink down in front of you before placing a chaste kiss on your lips. Mattheo could see you about to say something as soon as he pulled away, but before you got the chance to try and ease Mattheo’s anger, he had picked his own drink up, throwing it in the man’s face.

Tightening his grip on the heavy glass mug, while the man was temporarily blinded by alcohol, Mattheo swung and hit the man in the face. The man cried, falling back onto his ass, grabbing his face. Immediately, Mattheo was on top of the man, mug gone, settling on hitting him with his fist. Mattheo heard you yelling for him to stop, before he felt a spell hit his shoulder, knocking him off the man.

Now, after being kicked out and forced to calm down, Mattheo busied himself kicking rocks as you two walked to an apparation point. “Why did you have to do that, Mattheo?!” You sounded pissed, but at least you were talking to him now. “Because he had the audacity to flirt with my wife!” Mattheo exclaimed, trying to defend himself. You stopped, a look of disbelief on your face, “mattheo…really? We aren’t even married.”

“Yet.” Mattheo mumbled, not being able to bring himself to look at you, instead busing himself with pebbles again. You scoffed, walking off, leaving behind.

“Y/N! Wait!”

THEO N.

Theo was a big baby when he was sick. He didn’t get sick often, but you truly hated when it did happen. He was clingy and whiny, wanting all your attention. Which is how you ended up in bed with a sick Theo.

There was no doubt you were going to be sick tomorrow, Theo’s long limbs entangled with yours under the sheets. His head, clammy and hot to the touch resting on your chest, as you played with his soft brown hair. You felt bad as you heard his chest rattling with every breath. “Do you need anything?” You asked him, your voice barely above a whisper. Theo looked at you, chin resting on your chest, “can I have a kiss?”.

It took everything in you not to laugh in his face. That’s really what he wanted? No potion, no water, no soup, but instead a kiss? This man was something else. “Baby, I don’t want to get sick myself,” you told him. Though, you both knew that you were already doomed. Theo laid his head back down on your chest, but his head craned backwards, his lips puckered.

Tapping his puckered lips, teasing you, he waited for you to plant a kiss on him. You let out a laugh in disbelief, but gave in, giving him peck. Content, he cuddled back into you, falling asleep.

He’s lucky you love him.

#I’m never doing a 4 character post again LMAO #never again #tom riddle #theo nott #draco malfoy #mattheo riddle #tom riddle x you #tom riddle x y/n #tom riddle imagine #tom riddle x reader #theo nott x y/n #theo nott x you #theo nott x reader #theo nott imagine #draco malfoy x you #draco malfoy x y/n #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy imagine #mattheo riddle x you #mattheo x you #mattheo x y/n #mattheo riddle imagine #mattheo x reader #mattheo riddle x reader

[ellecdc]

single mom lily x fem!reader?

reader works in an ice cream shop and cute little harry (im imagining hes like 4/5???) absolutely adores the place so lily brings him in for ice cream all the time and falls for reader bc she is just so good with harry

ok here's my attempt 😮‍💨 thought this idea was so cute though!

single mum!Lily Evans x fem!reader meet cute

Lily was very lucky and very grateful that Harry had been a generally easy child. He was so much like his father that, whilst it didn't translate into the romantic relationship most parents wished to enjoy, led to a wonderful son and the best co-parent a woman could ask for.

And because Harry was such an easy-going child, she was trying very hard to stay patient with him as she frantically texted with James.

L: James Potter, where in the buggering fuck is this ice cream place that has ‘spiderman’ ice cream!? J: LOL oh god sorry. It’s on the boardwalk near the ferry. L: Thank you 😮‍💨 J: He making a fuss? L: I think we may have been moments away from a stage five meltdown. J: Thoughts and prayers 🫡

One meltdown avoided later and they were finally walking into the quaint, family owned ice cream shop on the boardwalk by the ferry, just as James described.

“Oh no!” Harry cried dramatically, holding his little hands to his face.

“What is it, Haz?” Lily asked, looking around to see what could have possibly caused such worry in a five and a half year old. 

“The man!” He explained.

Which explained nothing at all to Lily, still looking around the shop in confusion.

“What man?”

“The man with the spiderman ice cream! He’s not here!” Harry cried, turning to his mum with tears magnified by his glasses as they began pooling in his eyes.

She was racking her brain for something to say to the boy when a bubbly voice trilled from behind the glass ice cream displays.

“Hello there! What can I get for you two?” You greeted the pair with a beaming smile. If Lily wasn’t so caught up with Harry, she would have likely taken a moment to admire your radiance.

“The man!”

Lily watched as your smile fell only slightly and you tilted your head in confusion. “Which man, sweets?”

“The man with the special ice cream! He made it after my favourite superhero!” Harry cried with a stomp on his foot.

Lily pulled Harry towards her as she offered you an apologetic smile.

“I’m so sorry, he came here with his father last week and I-”

But like a beautiful ethereal angel sent from Lily’s own personal heaven, you waved her off with an easy smile. “Not to worry at all, love. My dad is the better ice cream server, so I understand your disappointment, little man.” You empathised. “But!”

Harry perked up at that, standing a little taller as he looked at you expectantly. “He did tell me that a certain hero may be coming in to look for some special spidey ice cream; could that be you?” You stage whispered the end of your sentence to Harry, causing him to squeal in delight.

“Yes!”

“Oh thank goodness.” You said with a dramatic sigh. “I thought I was going to have to erase your memory for giving away trade secrets!”

Harry squealed in excitement again and shoved his face up against the glass casing to watch you start expertly scooping ice cream, completely unawares of his fingerprints and foggy breaths creating more work for his newfound hero.

“How many scoops, my man?”

“Five!”

“Uhm,” Lily interrupted, placing a conciliatory hand on her son's shoulder. “Maybe just two.”

“Mum!” Harry whined, but you just laughed.

“Sorry kid, mum’s the boss.”

Harry acquiesced with one more groan, but grinned when he saw the size of the scoops you were serving him.

“What about you, mama?” You asked after handing Harry his cone, watching as the boy made his way to sit at a table with his red and blue ice cream.

“Is it really spiderman ice cream?” Lily blurted instead of answering your very normal, professional, and polite question.

You barked a laugh, but Lily was pleased that your laughter was because you found Lily funny rather than at her expense. 

“Between you and me,” you whispered conspiratorially, resting your arms on the glass counter and your chin on your hands. “It’s just moonmist ice cream, but this batch used too much food dye, so instead of the normal light blue, pale purple, and pastel yellow, it turned out a little more…super.”

Lily looked back to her son, happy as can be with his super ice cream as he watched boats sail by in the harbour. 

“Brilliant.” Lily whispered as she turned back to face you, only to find you smiling softly at her already.

“Yes.” You agreed, though Lily wasn’t quite sure what you found brilliant. “So, what can I get you?”

“Oh.” Lily responded dumbly, looking hastily through the options before opting for two scoops of rocky road. 

“Fine choice, m’lady.” You said before scooping, once again expertly, the frozen treat onto a cone.

“Is that what you usually get?” Lily asked suddenly. You seemed surprised at her question as your eyebrows migrated to your hairline and you looked up to consider her.

Lily hoped to all hell that her blush wasn’t as furious as it felt.

You smirked before your eyes flit back up to hers. “I’m more of a strawberry girl, myself.” You replied quietly, shooting Lily a wink.

If her blush hadn’t been furious before, she was certain it was now. 

Lily paid and Harry shot you a “thanks ice cream lady!” as they headed towards the exit with their ice creams in tow.

“You’re welcome, little man! Stay super!” You said with a wave.

“I will!” 

“Hope to see you and your mum here again soon.” You said quieter this time, sending Lily a kind albeit shy smile. Lily was certain you’d be seeing the two of them here again.

#ask elle #marauders era #marauders au #marauders fanfiction #reader insert #self insert #lily evans #lily evans x reader #lily evans x you #lily evans x fem!reader #fem!reader #wlw #baby harry #baby harry potter #ellecdc fics

[heartofwritiing]

Absent in the spring.

paring: q!wilbur x fem!reader (+ platonic q!philza x fem!reader)

summary: a small vacation to Phil’s beach house causes you to finally break down.

authors note: a follow-up to this fic but you don’t really have to read it. some more q!wilbur angst for you guys because I miss wilbur and tullulah content! also i made it so chayanne and tallulah talk in this lets just pretend the eggs are the human-dragon hybrids that are in fanart bc thats how i see them!

warnings: a little angsty sorry, hurt-comfort, happy end, not 100% following qsmp lore, unedited! please ignore any mistakes!

“how are you holding up?”

Phil’s voice pulls you out of your trance from fidgeting with the blades of grass next to your tucked legs.

You bring your gaze up from the lush green and watch on as Chayanne and Tallulah play tag a few feet away in the field behind Phil’s beach house.

The past month had been weary as you waited for your husband to return from his tour. Days stretched on though you kept going despite that dread in your chest of missing him.

Phil had noticed you seemed less like yourself as the month went on. You were sleeping less, and getting stressed. When he came over to help you take care of Tallulah yesterday he saw how defeated you looked while trying to keep a brave face for your daughter.

Being in an empty house wasn’t fun for anyone, especially when it was too dangerous to go outside on the server alone. So, Phil invited you out to escape that empty feeling, just for a while at least. A walk and boat ride later, you were now sat beside the man with his legs crisscrossed while he munched on avocado toast.

You had shrugged plainly to his question. Fine? Okay? you didn’t know…

Squeals and giggles erupted in your ears as you watched Tallulah finally tag a breathless Chayanne, who had gotten tired of running away from his sister and let her have a turn at the one being chased. Her little legs barely kept up with her taller older sibling as he quickly regained energy.

You couldnt help the smile that was brought upon your lips. Happy they were having such a good time together, being normal for once and not sheltered from the horrors of the server that was trying to harm them every moment. They needed this time, to be care free. To be kids.

You and Phil chuckled at their antics. Though It made your heart break thinking about Wilbur being absent. He wasn’t here to hear the sounds of his daughter's sweet giggles as she played blissfully in the tall grass. To see how she was getting along with everyone, making sure they were happy and cared for.

Wilbur hadn’t sent you a letter in a week. You understood he was busy with tour, you didn’t expect him to have much time to sit and write but your worst agitations were coming true.

The disappointment was settling in each time you would go to the mailbox by the door- you and lullah had spent a day painting and decorating to your liking, with splotches of colors and your names painted across in not-so-straight letters- it would be empty with no sign of even being open since the previous morning.

“I miss him,” you say suddenly to Phil, whose gaze shifts away from the kids to you. You keep your eyes locked on them, fearing that meeting his eyes would make you finally break down into the tears you were holding back for so long.

Phil brings his hand onto your shoulder, a simple symbol of comfort.

“Awe mate, I miss him too.” he said warmly. “he’ll be back soon, im sure of it.”

Swallowing the lump building in your throat, you were so glad you had Phil there for you in these moments. Tallulah had done a good part cheering you up but sometimes you needed a real talk.

"I thought I could do this on my own but-" you choke. "I need him, Phil. He's missed so much and I can't help but think he's gonna feel guilty for not being there for her, or for me."

You let yourself break down in-front of your father in-law finally letting go of everything you’d been holding onto the past month and a half.

Phil placed his hand on your back in support as you sobbed into your hands. The aching pain in your forehead with the slight headache building, the chest pangs told you this cry was long over due.

A tap on your shoulder brings your head out from your knees. You lift your eyes to see Chayanne standing over you, his hand stretched out with a simple white flower pinching between his little fingers. His eyes held nothing but innocence as he looked down on you solemnly. He did not understand why you were so distraught, nor did he care, he just wanted to aid you in any way that he could.

"Please don't cry, Tia Y/N," his voice was small but sympathetic, making your heart sink.

Phil looked so proud in that moment, to see his son come over to aid you with comfort made him perceive he was doing something right in raising a child for once.

Taking the flower from Chayanne, he immediately crouched down to give you a tight hug around your shoulders. Surprised but grateful, you began silently crying as another pair of little arms joined the embrace - you knew it was Tallulah. Finally, you allowed yourself to let go and broke down into tears, feeling their tight embrace.

You were so glad you had these kids. Though they didn’t understand your behavior entirely there was no judgement, only care.

“For what it's worth Y/N, you have us and we will always take care of you both.”

Of course, you knew that. Phil had always been there for you since you first met him. He took his role as a father to everyone very seriously.

“thank you for bringing us here Phil, we really needed this.” you breathe as the kids pulled away from you. Phil gives you a smile of understanding.

-

A few hours passed as you all sat on the dock, watching the last glimmer of daylight fade away over the water - casting a golden glow. Phil suggested a campfire to roast marshmallows. Tallulah and Chayanne were already running off excitedly to gather various sticks to help. Once the fire was going, you all sat together on the sand telling stories, laughing, and enjoying each other's company.

The hole in your heart was healing, and the weight on your chest lifted. You realized that even though life was rough and unpredictable, having a supportive family was what mattered, and you felt content and at peace.

You saw the others smiling, knowing the shared bond was enough.

That night you all slept at the beach house, and for the first time in a month, neither you nor Tallulah had a nightmare.

The journey the following day back to Phil’s was thankfully uneventful. Mostly just shenanigans between the two children. Collecting things like leaves for the scrapbook you and Tallulah were making for Wilbur, documenting all your adventures. Chayanne running ahead to deal with any monsters who dare cross your path.

Upon seeing the tiny house with a fenced yard, you all went your separate ways. As you opened the gate to the yard, the tall purple trees and the various flowers made you miss the tiny home.

Tallulah seemed happy to be back and automatically tried dragging you to see her turtles before you could close the gate. You asked her to be patient while you brought your bags inside.

Walking up to the front door, you heard a crash from inside and you froze. You instantly reached for your sword laying on your hip. Tallulah saw this as a warning and she quickly cowered behind your legs. Preparing for the worst, it could be anyone behind the door. Charlie looking for food, (since he was living near your house in a shed last you heard.) Quackity looking to start another fight about parenting. Or worse the code monster could’ve shown up again to take Tallulah from you.

You would die before that would happen.

Tallulah clung to your legs as you quietly unlocked the door and pushed it open. You gazed down at her and saw her worried eyes.

“If something happens I need you to teleport to abuelito and Chayannes to warn them okay?” You spoke to her firmly in hushed tones, being careful. Tallulah showed you the tiny purple stone for a quick getaway and indicated she understood.

The house was exactly as you left it, except for the suitcase and guitar bag resting against the sofa, which made you frown. Then realization settled in and a gasp escapes you.

Was he here?

Or was this another trick?

As you lowered your sword, you heard someone rustling down the ladder. The wood creaked with every step as the person in the yellow sweater came into view. With round glasses leaning down his nose, fluffy hair, and long limbs, you’d know him anywhere.

Wilbur felt relief wash over him as he stopped midway on the ladder and saw you staring at him in disbelief. as if he were a ghost. It pained him slightly. You couldn’t believe it.

Wilbur was back.

Tallulah peeked out from behind your legs and the tiny gasp she let out when she saw Wilbur. She ran into his arms and cried out;

"Papa!"

Wilbur grinned as his tearful daughter ran towards him. He scooped her up in a tight embrace as you watched, tears streaming down your own cheeks. He held her swinging back and forth gently trying to hush her cries. She was so happy to finally see him again. You had never seen such a wonderful sight of the two people you loved the most in this world.

“I missed you so much Tallulah!”

Wilbur rested his head on Tallulah’s and smiled sideways at you and reached out his arm. Without hesitation, you dropped your sword, which clanked loudly on the ground, and you rushed into his embrace.

You bury your face in his neck, holding onto his scent, his body, his everything. Never wanting to forget how he felt and sounded. Tears stream down your face, drenching his sweater, but you don't care. This time, they flow out of love and happiness, not frustration or sadness.

You all cried and held onto each other for dear life.

“I missed you so, so much my love,” he coos in your ear causing you to choke out a laugh. After missing his voice for months you were so elated to hear it again.

Wilbur sniffled as he squeezed you both tightly in his arms, never wanting to let go.

“I’m here my girls, and I am never gonna leave you again,” he whispers.

This was home.

End

#q!wilbur x reader #wilbur soot x reader #c!wilbur soot x reader #q!wilbur #fanfiction #qsmp fanfiction #q!philza #x reader #qsmp x reader #mcyt fanfiction #mcyt #dadbur #dadbur x reader #dadbur headcannons #wilbur soot x fem!reader

[fanficfanatic000]

Edward fucking munson

Eddie Munson x fem reader enemies to lovers 18+ TW no minors

Hawkins was a small town but you were always quiet and a loner you didn't really have many friends at all. You worked at the arcade and it was a decent job except for certain customers like a blonde haired basketball player to a adult slob that greased up the machines..It was a normal work day. You were on your lunch break on a normal Saturday the usual customers came and went until a shadow of a short frame came up behind you short curly hair and a lighter voice "hi um one of the games are not working can you check it out?" You were just about finished with your lunch and he seemed pretty kind compared to others you stood up "uh yeah sure just lead the way." He grinned "hi im dustin." "Im y/n glad to meet ya dustin""So do you like nerdy things?"he said walking slowly "mmm i guess yeah i am considered a nerd...." you thought he was trying to make small talk... "do you like dungeons and dragons?" "Well ive never really played but yeah it kinda interests me "He led you to the arcade machine and it wasn't processing the coins hmm there must be a wire loose or a jam but that wasn't in your skill level "sorry kid its jammed or something ill try to get it fixed tomorrow" he looked slightly disappointed You barely noticed the group of people looking at you 2 other boys younger than you and one much younger girl..all wearing the same t shirts Then you looked at dustin as he spun around to maybe his friends "guys this is y/n i think she should join hellfire" a taller much sarcastic boy says "what! But shes a random girl!!" A dark skined boy says back "but eddie said to recruit people he didnt say male gendered"The smaller girl shouts "look mike shes all we've got.. its better to show up with her than no one!" You just watching this happen not knowing what to say The sarcastic one Mike rolled his eyes "fine but if eddie says no im throwing you all under the bus!" Dustin nodded his head"So y/n hellfire is a dnd club at Hawkins high after hours every other day if you want to come play some dnd just meet me outside of Hawkins high at 4:00pm" you nodded "okay i will be there" they left after that and the rest of the night was pretty normal. Sunday passed so fast you basically cleaned your room and watched your favorite movie than fell asleep and it was Monday you got dressed in a tank top your favorite color some ripped jeans and your converse and your favorite jewelry and threw your jacket on. You put some black eyeliner on and you were ready You listened to one of your favorite bands on a cassette player and it was 3:40 so you drove to Hawkins high and you parked and saw dustin he was kinda like a little brother you stepped out of your car and "Y/N yes! You're here!" "Just on time " you look down at your watch and see it change to 4:00 "okay lets go" you followed dustin through the school halls you remembered see you went to public school until freshman year and you got bullied so bad you had to do homeschooling instead you were graduated now though. You watch the door open to reveal a dimly lit room full of people. Mike. Dustin. Lukas. Erica. And 4 others you walk in and dustin moves out from infront of you "eddie this is y/n."A tall handsome intimidating man stands up from a throne of some kind he stepped around the table and stands infront of you his frame slightly towering over you" this is who you found Henderson " he pinched his nose bridge "this girl is what you found she probably wouldn't know anything about dnd or anything!" You felt attacked but little did they know is that you can snap back " this girl probably would probably win anyways" you said with a smirk he stepped closer smugly bending slightly "you think so Princess?" His eyes meeting yours and they felt familiar for whatever reason. "Okay lets play!"

#fandom #eddie munson #eddie x fem!reader #eddie x you #eddie munson lives #eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #stranger things 4 #fanfic #eddie #enemies to lovers #Em enemies to lovers #Edward fucking munson

[crookedt44th]

Cigarette Kiss

PAIRING: jiu x fem!reader

GENRE: college au. fluff. strangers to friends to lovers. just two girls who loves music.

CWs: a lot of smoking basically. pet name or nickname “sweetie” being used a lot. it's just a pretty bittersweet romance going on at the middle of the dark night.

WORD COUNT: 2.6k

A/N: Finally came through with this ff im mostly excited about :)

please no minors and cis males for this blog!

Your roommate told you about a big college party, that's when you thought to yourself. Now that exams are over, maybe you do deserve to have a little fun. Ending up in the middle of suburbia, you get a glimpse of what looks to be an overly crowded house party. You could already feel the bodily fluids and humidity as you moved through the crowd. Everyone was dancing to the loud music, while others were making out or exchanging conversations in the hallway. Whisping through a maze of students, you soon arrive at the backyard. Which was where you all planned to meet up. Though you found yourself disappointed by their absence. Glancing around the premises, unable to locate them. You sighed and texted one of your friends to let them know you're here.

Realizing your need for relief from that heavy indoor atmosphere, You decide to wait in the yard and enjoy the fresh air. With that being said, you just wanted a cigarette at this point. You found a spot, leaned against the wall, and pulled out your pack of cigarettes. As you attempted to light a cigarette in your mouth, your lighter stopped working. 

Awesome, just what I needed. 

You huffed and were about to fling your lighter to the ground out of frustration when you noticed a hand holding a lighter in front of you and lighting the cigarette for you. You puffed before diverting your gaze to the most beautiful woman you'd ever seen. 

You can still make out the features of her face even if it was a little too dark in the backyard. She had long, gorgeous blonde hair. She wore light denim shorts, white thigh socks, a baggy white shirt that was partially torn, and a spiked choker with chains attached around her neck. Her makeup was a touch smokey, and she had glitters under her eyes. You suddenly felt small around her because she was considerably taller than you. 

“Thanks.” As you smoked again, you stuttered slightly and shifted your head aside. 

You caught a glimpse of her smiling at you out of the corner of your eye, and it was genuine. You couldn't remember ever having someone smile at you like that. Hell, you don't even know her; you had no idea why your stomach was getting butterflies. It's never happened like this before. You do like girls, but, god, you've never been in a relationship. 

"What's your name, sweetie?" 

"Sorry, but why?" With a frown, you turned to face her.

“What? Why?” She grinned. "Sweetie, I just think you're cute. I just wanted to know who you are, where you’re from, and if you like girls.” 

Although you gave her a blank glance, your heart was pounding. But you remained silent. Really, you didn't know what to say in response to that. You could feel her eyes on you as she continued to tilt her head. 

"Okay, if you're not going to respond, fine. Then my name is Minji, or you may just call me Jiu." After taking her final drag, she knelt down to put her cigarette out on the ground. Jiu stood up and examined you from head to toe once more. "I have to leave, sweetie. I guess I'll see you around?"

You immediately grasped her arm as she turned her heels to enter the house, and she gave you a curious look. Despite her widening eyes, she began to smile at you. You had no idea what had physically possessed you or why you had behaved in that manner. 

"My name is Cora, by the way." You stumbled once again, and you could feel the heat rising on your face, but you shook your head and released her arm. "I'm sorry, uhm, you can leave now-"

"Do you want to come with me?" 

“To where?” 

"To get the hell out of here. Just follow me, sweetie." She went back to the other side of the backyard in search of a door. You were a little skeptical at first, wondering to yourself if you could follow a girl you just met. But you followed her either way. 

When you checked the time on your phone, it was already close to nine at night. People were all cheering as you two exited the backyard and passed the garage where a beer pong game was being played. Then you heard someone calling out to Jiu, and when you turned around, you saw the person reaching out to hug Jiu. You could hear her sigh quite loudly. 

“Jiu! I was looking for you, oh my god! Why haven't you replied to my text?" He attempted to hold her waist, but she deflected his hand. “Me and my buddies are playing beer bong, you want to come join?” 

"No, I gotta bring this hottie to my house. Bye, though." She rolled her eyes at him, refusing to speak to him any more. Jiu interlocked your hand with hers as she turned her back on him and walked away. The way the guy was staring at you both made you feel uneasy. 

"Who the hell was that?" You questioned while turning to face the man who was surrounded by his friends. 

"I guess he's just a guy who likes me." Once more sighing, Jiu said, "I'm not interested in him, though." 

"He didn't do anything else to you, right?" You took another quick glance behind you. "I could beat him up for you, if you want." 

"He only tried to pursue me by, I don't know, trying to look attractive and flirty. But he didn't touch me; if he had, I would have slashed his hands."

"Damn, that's insane. He looks creepy." She nodded, agreeing with you as you spoke.

In the suburbs, you and Jiu had been strolling for a while, passing by each house. As we stroll hand in hand, all that can be seen are the warm yellow light rods. You raised your head to the sky, which was completely black yet had a moon and stars in its vicinity. Then, forgetting that you are still holding Jiu's hand, you turn to look at her side profile next to your side. It felt as if you didn't want to let go.

Jiu told you there were stores across the street she wanted to visit; nevertheless, you are unsure of how far you and Jiu walked. You nodded, deciding that now would be a good time to pick up some munchies. Your hand started to go chilly once more as you felt her hand release you. She reached inside her shorts' back pocket and pulled out her phone and tangled earbuds. You watched her attempting to detangle her earbuds. 

In the summer, it seems to grow rather chilly at night. You tried to keep yourself warm by crossing your arms when you felt yourself becoming cold. Two of you stood on the side of the road, watching as the cars flashed their headlights past us. Several more steps since the shops are only a short distance away. 

Jiu motioned for you to insert the right earpiece, so you did as she held it out in front of you. Looking for a tune to play on her phone, you switched your attention to her. When she eventually discovered a song, you were met with the recognizable sound of gritter, replete with a powerful guitar and percussion. You feel a flood of nostalgia when you hear it. You haven't heard of this in a fat minute, yet it's just like your teenage years all over again. You don't miss high school, but you do miss being young. It surprised you that Jiu knew this song. 

Staple my eyes to my chest

‘Cause I want to pretend that we’re better than this

Hiding intentions through subtle inflexions

Like you know I’m asking for it

"You know this song? I've never met someone who is familiar with Stand Atlantic." Her knowledge of your favorite band gave you exhilaration, which you did your best to conceal. 

“Yeah! One of their music videos popped up earlier in my YouTube recommendations. They're great." You could tell she was thrilled at your response. You might even fall in love with her at this point. 

I wanted more so I went and got it

You wanted more so you came and got it

And I got that winter chill with summer’s guilt

Is it so innocent?

As you listened to the song, memories of your youth played back in your head. Back then, despite how stupid you were, you had fun. Realizing you were in your final year of college and how much you had changed made you feel incredibly sad. 

It’s just a cigarette kiss

Oh, cigarette kiss

Is it so innocent?

You two made your way to visit the convenience store in the hopes of locating some good snacks. You took off the earbud and moved towards the aisle in search of snacks and beverages. Jiu was preparing a hot dog when you swung around to look for her. She was trying to squeeze the ketchup bottle, but it splattered over her hot dog. She grumbled, hearing a giggle from afar, and when she turned to look at you, you pretended you hadn't done anything. 

"I know it was you, so stop acting like you’re innocent." Her eyes rolled as she complained. 

Again you laughed, muttering, "Sorry, you're just so silly." Jiu smiled as she gazed down on you as you approached her after gathering some goodies. As she adds the toppings to the hot dog, you place your head on her shoulder. You could see the crimson on her face as she averted her gaze. "The money is on me."

Jiu was sitting on the curb outside, waiting for you as you went to pay for everything. You seated yourself next to her and gave her food and beverage. You and Jiu were eating in silence because you didn't know how to start the topic this time.You wanted to know her better and maybe even asked her where she worked, what college she attended, and what her major was, but you couldn't bring yourself to. You felt shy again. 

Jiu finished her food and stood up to dispose of it in the nearby trash can. She returned and sat down again, placing her head firmly on your shoulder. She drew a cigarette from her pack and lit it with her lighter, the pungent odor hitting both of you. She was still listening to music with both of her earbuds in, and you could hear the same tune blasting in her earpieces; she must've replayed the song. You started staring at her for a moment, and she looked up at you, capturing both of you. Looking down at her lips as Jiu took a drag, you were unable to turn away at this moment. She spotted it and looked at yours as well. You cleared your throat and hesitated before starting to remove one of her headphones and place it into your ear. You noticed your face blushing once more as she kept staring at you for an extended period of time. 

"How long have you been listening to this band?" She asked inquisitively.

"When I was like, in my last year of high school, the Skinny Dipping album is what got me into them." You replied while recalling your time in high school. "I used to be in a band, so I listened to lots of bands for inspiration." 

Her eyes were beginning to sparkle as she gasped. "You used to be in a band? What happened to it?"

"We all just fell apart. I don't know why, but I stopped speaking with them." As you sighed. 

“Hmm. Now, what do you do? The major and career stuff, you know." As she smoked again, Jiu enquired with curiosity. 

"Music production. Really, it's enjoyable. What about you?" you asked as you cocked your head in her direction. "I don't even know if you go to my college or something."

"I do go to your college. I've seen you around campus a few times. "

You blinked, perplexed, not realizing she went to your college and had seen you a few times. You may have been too preoccupied to notice your surroundings, but these days you hardly interact with people or make acquaintances. Simply lock yourself in the recording studio, go to work, and return home to crash in bed. You never eat well, you never make time for others, and you never even take care of yourself. You might want to take it easy.

"And my major is dance, but I also do theater," Jiu said. "I've done some acting and am currently in a dance group. But I still don't know what I'm going to do after this."

"Yeah, life is tough," you nodded in agreement. "I've been overworking myself for years and I'm on the verge of dying. Plus, you're the first new friend I've had in a long time."

You sense her body advancing toward you as she again places her hand on yours. 

"Sweetie, you need to look after yourself. I will always be there for you, Cora, now that we are friends." You haven't heard these words from anyone in a while, and man, do you miss them. 

"Thank you, Jiu." You mumbled. You won't lie; you do feel flattered. 

Now there was nothing but silence. Her gaze remained fixed on you as she admired how beautiful you were and hoped she could give you a kiss that would last. Jiu has already seen you around, and she had a tiny crush on you during her final year of college. She had heard a lot of things about you, including how talented you are at playing the guitar and how good your music is. She couldn't believe she was speaking to you to begin with. Since it was getting close to midnight, she didn't want the night to end. She was drawn to you so strongly that she can't help it. She really wanted to find out more about you. 

"Can I kiss you?" Jiu's attention was fixed on you, not realizing what she had just uttered. 

You were astonished by her query because you didn't really anticipate her wanting to kiss you. You gently nodded as she continued to inhale the smoke while she was still holding it inside. Inching closer till she could hear your breath, Jiu tilted her head. She suddenly slammed her lips into yours and began to rhythmically move them while you did the same. Both of you were overcome by the overpowering odor of cigarettes as you kissed her back, feeling the smoke travel between your lips. Since this was your first kiss, you were understandably surprised. Your first kiss with a stunning woman. 

It’s just a cigarette kiss

As Jiu's hand encircled the back of your neck and head, you reluctantly but firmly placed your hands on her waist. Into the caress, our eyes closed peacefully. 

And I got that winter chill with summer’s guilt

Each other’s lips bruised and mouths recognized each other like old intimates. Tongues rasping against each other, flaming in their mouths and spreading to the flesh outside. 

It’s not as innocent as I make it feel

You desired for the soul kiss to endure forevermore. If you were ever sure about anything in your life, it was that this kiss seemed genuine. We pulled away at the same time steadily, until two of you were apart and staring at each other. 

High price to pay for a cheaper thrill

You began to cough after barely swallowing since you could still taste the stench of tobacco in your mouth. When Jiu's cigarette fell to the ground, you assumed that it had been dropped during your previous kiss. Her mouth in particular seemed a little bit bitter, but that kiss sent off rockets throughout her body.

Kill time with bitter pills till nothing’s real

"Wow," was all you could manage.

"Wow to you, too," Jiu smiled. 

PLAYLIST.

#kim minji #dreamcatcher #dreamcatcher x reader #jiu #jiu x reader #deukae #imagine dreamcatcher #Spotify

[quodekash]

fifteen minutes left of the episode. how long will it take me to watch 15 minutes? let's find out

shake of friendshipppp

VERY different to the shake of PURE sexual tension we got from guynava in ep5

this one is FRIENDSHIP

and I LOVE FRIENDSHIP

(altho I do also love sexual tension)

you can't stop staring at him

well frick

either he's really clumsy, or that absolutely SHOULD be a foul and yellow team SUCKS

YES

FRIENDSHIP

PLATONIC HAPPINESS COMING RIGHT UP

THEY DID THE DUDEBRO HANDCLAP BACK PAT THING

I PERSONALLY LOVE THIS

the commentator is so valid and so is the guy recording him lmao

I am both of them

(but not in the context of sport, I never know what's going on in sport)

BSHDBFHJVSADVBG

AGAIN????

IM LOSING IT

THIS IS LIKE EXACTLY THE SAME AS LAST EPISODE

how funny would it be if he misses

LMAO

sorry I care so little about sport that this is downright hilarious to me

he MISSED

ITS SO FUNNY

I love him and hes gonna be so disappointed in himself for ages and stuff. buT LIKE. HE MISSED. I MEAN CMON YOU GOTTA ADMIT ITS FUNNY

HERE COMES THE SCENE HERE COMES THE SCENE HERE COMES THE SCENE GHEKRBGJREBAAAAAAAA

(here comes the scene, doo-doo-do-do)

PFFFFT

GEU4KJRWLGNOREL

HES RIGHT YOU KNOW

oH MY-

I SAID THE SAME THING

AGES AGO I SAID THE SAME THING

AND IT REMINDS ME OF SOUNDWIN

AND THEY FULLY JUST PULLED THE SOUNDWIN LINE RIGHT THERE

CMON MAN IM GONNA LOSE MY MIND EVEN MORE THAN IVE ALREADY LOST IT

BUT YEAH

BASICALLY IM AWESOME

I love him

also I love how short auto is

it makes me feel represented

(even though im pretty sure he's still taller than me. bUT LIKE BY 2 CENTIMETRES I MEAN COME ON)

KICKING MY FEET SHOUTING SCREAMING

THISSCENETHISSCENETHISSCENEAAAAAGOIEGOPIJBE4RIOGJB4OEIB

here it is. prepare for me to explode bc when soundwin did this it killed me and I know its gonna do the same thing when they do it

EIOJGHVNOWIEPLSJDGVNIOERJLDSKGHVNOEIDS

THEIR SMILESSSSSS

GJIKERBGJREB IM SOBBING

HE FOOLED HIM A G A I N

KANG YOU IDIOT I LOVE YOU

bitches be stimming so hard rn

(its me. im bitches)

THEY MEAN SO MUCH TO ME

IM SO TOTALLY NORMAL ABOUT THEM

IM LOSING IT

AAAAAAAAYUTKFUGUYUIGYDTUYE56RDTYCGUHIBHYTRF87YGUIHTTFUYGTGYIFUYIGUYHVIUHJGIUGFTYUR4E56URFTYUKVG

A

AA

idk bout you, but I happen to be an avid lover of all things cheesy and corny, so im having a SPECTACULAR time rn

PLS I LOVE HIM

several days later????

ITS STILL GOING??????

oml I ran out of images. again. but there's like one minute left so you're just gonna have to imagine the screenshots

[grandma in the car]

SHES BACK!!!

[kang's shoes]

oml kang's platforms I love them

[grandma saying 'and I also have a new caretaker']

ah frick it better not be who I think it is

[saifah's evil little grin]

YUP

AH FRICK

MR THIEF ROBBERY MAN IS HERE TO ROB SOME RICH PEOPLE AND GET ARRESTED AND MAYBE SHOOT KANG'S DAD

I mean fair enough. but also cmon man

[grandma saying 'he'll be taking care of me at this house from now on']

come on man

now saifah's gonna be annoying when sailom and kang want to be gay and in love

cos im guessing saifah and grandma aren't leaving the house much

I guess kangsailom will have to go to sailom's house or just not be in the mansion or smth

its so convenient having a mansion thooooo

come on saifah, youre ruining all the gay little plans I had made up in my head

YEEEE SO MUCH HAPPY FLUFFY COMFORT COMING OUR WAY NEXT WEEK IM SO EXCITED

as for today: comfort episode, unlocked

and for those who were curious, it took me 45 minutes to watch the last 15 minutes of this episode

its 2:30am. the episode came out 3 hours ago. what the hell is wrong with me.

#quodekash disregards sleep because of dangerous romance #<- theres a REASON that's the tag name #dangerous romance #dangerous romance series #dangerous romance the series #sailomkang #kangsailom #kanghansailom #sailomkanghan #perthchimon #chimonperth #perth tanapon #chimon wachirawit

[pennys-thick-thighs]

ASGARDIAN | JENNIFER WALTERS

warnings: reader is taller than jen, they/them pronouns are used, use of y/n (im sorry, i forgot to write it in second person)

—

jennifer didn’t exactly know what she was getting herself into when she told bruce she’d let his asgardian friend stay with her for a few weeks. she assumed that y/n would know the basics of earth, which they did, but she didn’t realise that the space-woman would find the smallest things to be absolutely baffling. jen had spent over an hour explaining what a blender was because it scared them when she tried to make soup.

everything was going fairly smoothly and they enjoyed one another’s company, but jen didn’t know that they were completely infactuated by her.

since jen had started to go on dates, however, y/n spent less time in the flat with her but not a lot of the dates would ever stay over after she realised they were only interested in learning about gamma rays and super-strength. one man though had slept with jen and stayed over, y/n unknowing as they got home late from shopping. they’d spent a lot of their time working out how to get out of a revolving door.

knowing jen was sleeping, y/n started to make breakfast for them both, having perfected a pancake recipe. they even made fresh orange juice for her, despite hating it and preferring apple juice. as y/n was placing a second pancake on what would be jen’s plate, they heard a yawn and turned to see jen walking out of her bedroom, wearing one of their t-shirts which was loosely hanging off her frame.

“morning.” jen smiled, a little happier than she usually was when she woke up.

“hello.” the asgardian returned, placing pancakes in front of her with a glass of orange juice. “i tried to get the bits out, but… it’s a lot harder than you make it look.”

“it’s perfect, don’t worry.” jen smiled, sipping the juice and giving them a slightly exaggerated hum of approval before she turned to take her pancakes onto the sofa as y/n ducked their head down to hide the grin on their face. jen got a text from nikki suddenly and turned on the tv, following her friends orders.

“supporters of the fire titania movement are celebrating today as the super-powered influencer has been cleared of all charges…”

“boo.” jen mumbled as y/n moved to join her in the living room.

“-relating to an earlier incident at the metropolitan courthouse.”

“um, who are you?” a male voice asked and y/n looked the man up and down, clear confusion on their face. the man also seemed confused at the tall person stood next to jen.

“um, jen.” the short woman answered with a smile and a shrug. “just not in hulk form. just jen.” she laughed nervously, which only added to y/n’a confusion. why should she be nervous?

“oh. um… cool. cool.” he said, clearly disappointed.

“yeah.” jen nodded.

“that’s cool. unexpected.” he added.

“i can make more breakfast.” y/n said, already walking back to the kitchen, although they frowned when jen couldn’t see their face.

“yeah, i’m gonna go.” he replied awkwardly and jen’s face dropped. “and don’t worry about the sweater.”

jen looked to her side, mumbling, “whatever. hot doctor’s a cliche, anyway.”

“who are you talking to? is he still there?” y/n asked, coming back to jen’s side.

“um, no, just myself.” jen answered.

“oh. i thought you looked to your side. perhaps i saw wrong.” y/n shrugged and jen hummed quietly, saddened. “are you sad? about him leaving?”

“i just thought he wouldn’t be that disappointed. i mean, it’s obvious that i’d turn back into a normal human, isn’t it?” jen scoffed.

“yes.” y/n nodded firmly. “he does not know what he is missing.”

“that’s sweet of you.” jen smiled widely to herself, not sure why her cheeks were slightly warmer.

“it is true.” y/n stated brightly as they both sat down. “can we watch the puppets?”

“the muppets? yeah.”

-

days after having gone on the failed date, jen seemed to be happier again, forgetting about that pointless excuse of a man. y/n was no closer to losing their feelings for jen, they just wished jen would reciprocate those feelings.

during the middle of the night, jen got up to get herself a drink when she heard a faint mumbling coming from y/n’s room. assuming they were only sleep talking, she went to go back to her own room but they suddenly yelled out a pained ‘no!’ which took the lawyer by surprise. she placed her glass down and pushed open the door to the asgardian’s room, seeing them twisting around in the bed sheets, face scrunched in pain.

bruce had warned jen that they would potentially have nightmares/flashback and had in the past but since y/n had started staying in her flat, they hadn’t had one. rushing to their side, jen started to shake them gently, mumbling their name softly until they sat up sharply, breathing heavily, eyes wide and alert. sitting down on the side of their bed, jen cupped their cheeks and made them focus on her.

“jenny?” they asked, clearly frightened of whatever they were dreaming about.

“you’re okay.” jen assured and y/n’s shaking hands reached up to hold onto her wrists lightly, nodding as they swallowed thickly. “you’re not in… where ever you were anymore, okay?”

“yes.” y/n nodded, their breathing calming slightly. once the panic had drained from their eyes, jen let go of their face but stayed close to them, worried. “sorry for waking you.”

“you didn’t wake me, i was dying from my lack of water.” jen smiled and y/n shuffled over on the bed so she could sit down.

“i said you needed to drink more at work, jen.” they said softly. “you will get a headache.”

“i know! i keep forgetting, i’ve have lots of paperwork recently.” jen said before gently intertwining her fingers with the asgardian’s. “wanna talk about it? your nightmare.”

“it was not a nightmare, more of a bad memory.” y/n muttered, averting their eyes from jen’s.

“bruce mentioned how asgard was destroyed.” jen hummed lightly.

they shook their head, thumb running over jen’s knuckles, “no. well, yes, it was destroyed horribly, but losing the actual planet didn’t matter. the memory was of a battle. it all went well, but i got caught during the middle of the battle. they tortured me for a few hours, but i got out with help.”

“jesus, that’s awful.” jen stated and y/n chuckled with a small nod.

“it is fine, though. i got out, no need for me to cry about it any longer.” they replied, forcing a smile for jen who didn’t believe it even slightly.

“you’re allowed to be upset by being tortured in the past.” jen stated. “in fact, i’d expect it to be worse than it has been.”

“i suppose, but there is no use holding onto the past.” they shrugged simply. “i have to just let it go.”

“not if it’s still upsetting you. hey, sometimes i get upset about when i fell in front of a bunch of people and that was years ago.” jen smiled making them laugh lightly.

a small silence passed them and y/n hesitantly spoke up again, “would you mind sleeping in here with me? or just for a moment? i do not want to make you uncomfortable.”

“yeah, that’s fine.” jen nodded and pulled herself under the covers with them.

the pair of them lay down and jen couldn’t help but grin wider when she felt y/n arm curl around her abdomen, her back pressed to their front. with the comfort of jen in their arms, y/n fell asleep not long after they had lay down and with warmth coming from the asgardian behind her, jen was asleep too, only minutes later.

the next morning, y/n was the first to wake up from the sun coming through the blinds. in the night, jen had rolled over, her face laying on their chest. smiling, y/n lifted a hand to play gently with jen’s curls, feeling the woman hum happily in her sleep, her fingers holding onto the waistband of their shorts. deciding against getting up and risking waking up jen, they stayed there, playing with the lawyers hair, which only lulled her into a deeper sleep.

when jen woke up, she didn’t move away from y/n. checking if they were awake. she found them just staring at her so smiled sleepily, “you’re so creepy, i hope you know that.”

y/n frowned and looked away, choosing to look at the window, “sorry. i did not mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“no, no, i was only joking.” jen assured; the asgardian sometimes had trouble with sarcasm.

“oh, okay then.” y/n said in relief and looked back down at her.

“what time is it?” jen questioned, leaning back on their chest.

“i am not sure. i have not checked.” y/n said.

“how long have you been awake?” jen asked.

“an hour or so.” y/n replied.

jen looked back up at them, “and you haven’t moved at all for an hour?”

“i did not want to wake you, jen.” y/n smiled and jen smiled back with a light blush. “i will make you breakfast now!”

“no, stay here.” jen denied, pulling them closer when they tried to get out of bed.

“okay.” they agreed easily.

jen shuffled up the pillow to make herself level with y/n and her eyes caught their lips. softly, jen pressed her lips to theirs, feeling them still against her in shock before the kiss was returned gently. y/n hand pressed to her cheek lovingly as their eyes closed and they kissed jen back, not even slightly over the fact she was kissing them.

the kiss grew slightly heated, y/n tracing their tongue over jen’s bottom lip before her mouth opened slightly, allowing them to make out properly. jen threw a leg over their hips, straddling them as y/n’s hand moved to gently pull at the woman’s hair, making her moan quietly into the kiss. jen was suddenly extremely thankful that bruce had to leave his hut on the beach for a while.

—

i may do a part two with smut if anyone reads this lmao

also, how tf do you make this so it splits. where you have to click on something to get the full fic but you don’t leave the app? i can’t explain shit, hopefully someone understands me-

#jennifer walters x reader #jennifer walters #marvel #marvel x reader #asgard #asgardian #asgardian!reader

[quietblueriver]

Don't Ever Turn It Down (Ch. 3)

“Are you fucking kidding? Not one fucking grub?” Lilith looks murderous, eyes first on the toy bird feeder and then on Ava, as if Lilith’s disappointing roll could be blamed on her. Beatrice takes a sip of her wine to hide her smile as she feels Ava’s foot nudge hers under the table. 

“Oof, tough break there, Lil.”  Ava makes a show of ordering her own food tokens, pushing the stack of four grubs to the front. Her board is frankly outrageous—birds and eggs everywhere and a large cache of food. There’s absolutely no chance now that she won’t win, but Lilith would never admit that. 

“Oh, fuck you, Silva. You hardly know how to play.”

“I mean,” Ava gestures at her board and then stands slightly from her chair to take an exaggerated look at Lilith’s, “seems like I’m doing pretty well. Eggs-ellent, even.”

Beatrice snorts and Ava beams at her as she sits back down, turning slightly and holding her hand up, palm flat, to Beatrice. It takes her a second, but when Ava wiggles her fingers expectantly and raises her hand slightly higher, she understands and slaps their palms together. “Nice technique, Bea.” Someone complimenting her on her high-five prowess should not feel this good, but it’s Ava, who says it like Beatrice has truly accomplished something and pairs it with additional contact, her high-five hand now resting on Beatrice’s bicep. The result is that Beatrice, who has multiple black belts and incredibly well-developed hand-eye coordination, feels proud of that high-five. At Ava’s touch, the pride compounds because Beatrice had made what she now realizes was a brilliant decision to wear a short-sleeved button-down tonight. It means that Ava is touching her skin, and it’s very, very nice. 

Thanks to the wine, Beatrice doesn’t flush red at the compliment and contact as she usually would; instead, she sits a little taller, and, thinking of the way that Ava’s eyes had lingered on her arms when she’d helped Lilith adjust the table earlier, she flexes her bicep. It’s subtle, just enough tension that Ava, whose hand is resting there, will notice. And she does notice, eyes going a little wide and fingers squeezing. Beatrice thinks she might be flustered. Ava Silva is flustered. She’s fairly certain that is something to feel proud of. 

There’s a scoff from the other side of the table and both of them turn to the source. Lilith’s face is accusatory, eyes darting between Beatrice’s own and her bicep, as if Beatrice has committed a great betrayal. It’s so genuine and so melodramatic and so very Lilith, and Beatrice’s chest swells with affection. She loves this absolutely absurd human very much. Ava’s hand retreats, and Beatrice drops into disappointment. It’s quite the emotional up-and-down. Clearly, she’s had too much wine. She takes another sip anyway. 

“Really, Beatrice? She’s beating you, too.”

Normally, this is something that would bother Beatrice. She doesn’t like to lose, and she would be especially displeased to lose to someone like Ava, who she’s almost entirely certain is demolishing them all without any intentional strategy. From what Beatrice can tell, she is playing the birds she finds to be prettiest and spending her time between turns thinking about color combinations for her eggs.  

Tonight, though, Beatrice could not care less about whether she wins. It’s the first time she’s been to game night in more than a year, and she’s having fun. She tracks Ava as she tosses a small handful of popcorn and M&Ms into her mouth and bounces in her chair. She’s having more fun than she’s had in a very long time. She is happy and a little drunk and entirely unbothered by the thoroughly mediocre game she’s played so far. 

She shrugs, watching as Lilith’s scowl grows deeper. “Fair’s fair. She’s clearly got an im-peck-able strategy.” She can’t help but look at Ava, for whom she told that punny lie, and it’s all the reward Beatrice had hoped. She’s staring in delight and slight disbelief, bright smile paired with a gently furrowed brow. “Oh my god, Beatrice. Was that a pun?” At the same time, Lilith bites out, “Oh, fuck off. You know she doesn’t have a strategy.” 

“Whoa, Lilith. Such fowl language.” Ava’s got her eyes on Lilith now, voice and expression mock-serious, but she leans toward Beatrice, elbows her gently as if to make sure she’s heard the joke. “Nice one,” Beatrice offers quietly, and Ava gives her a lopsided smile. “Also,” Ava picks up her hand and shuffles her cards around, “harsh. I totally have a strategy.” 

Before Lilith can say anything, Camila places a soothing hand on her back, redirects with an amused but gentle, “Lil. Do you want to finish your turn?” Lilith settles with a last glare at Ava and says, begrudgingly, “I’ll take two mice.” She sulks into her whisky as Yasmine plays an American Avocet and Camila and Ava pick up their conversation about Love Island. 

As Beatrice expected, Ava wins by a landslide. After Yasmine announces the scores, she stands and holds out a hand to Lilith with a solemn, “Good game.”  

Lilith flips her off and, noticing Ava’s grin, puts her finger back down and says, eyes hot, “Not a word, Silva.” Ava holds her hands up placatingly and begins to put her cards away. It’s Yasmine, folding the game boards, who speaks next. “If you’d been that quick to play birds in the game, Lilith, you might’ve done better.” Ava cackles as Lilith gapes. 

__

Beatrice is busying herself in the kitchen, pouring a glass of water and making more popcorn, when Ava hops up onto the counter beside her. 

“Hey, Bea. What’s popping?” 

Beatrice smiles and rolls her eyes and offers Ava the bowl of peanut butter M&Ms, which seemed to be her favorite when they were playing. Ava takes it and hums happily as she puts two in her mouth.  

“You didn’t want to play?” Beatrice nods in the direction of the sofa, where Lilith, Dora, and Yasmine appear to be in heated conversation about something, Dora gesturing emphatically with a controller in her hand. 

“Eh. They decided on Smash. I’m more of a Mario Kart girl.” She puts the bowl of candy down and picks up a corkscrew, turning the handle and pulling at the lever. “What about you? Switch not your thing?” 

Beatrice notes a two-second gap between popping kernels and opens the microwave, using the dishtowel hanging from the oven to carefully remove the silicone bowl and sit it down to cool. 

“I prefer board games, but I do love to watch Camila play.”

Ava waves the corkscrew in the air in excitement, wincing in apology as Beatrice steps back slightly to avoid being gouged. She sits it down and presses her palms flat against the counter, lifting her body up slightly and swinging her legs. She’s wearing black jeans and a dark purple v-neck t-shirt cut low enough that Beatrice has had to admonish herself several times over the course of the night for staring, but it’s her arms she can’t look away from now. The flex of her muscles with the casual display of strength is so distracting that Beatrice almost misses her next words. “Oh my god, right? She gets so into it. It’s incredible. The first time I saw her play Smash I thought she and Lilith had done, like, some Freaky Friday body swap thing.”

Ava lowers herself and Beatrice laughs, picking up her glass of water and leaning her hip against the counter next to Ava. 

“I understood exactly how much Lilith loved Camila when I watched her lose graciously to her without even an ounce of resentment. It was the first time I’d ever seen it, in twenty-odd years of being in competitive environments with her.” 

“Ugh, they’re so cute.”  Ava leans closer, voice conspiratorial, and says, “Cam told me that you almost always beat Lilith when you spar?” 

Beatrice shrugs, pleased but trying not to let it show. “I don’t know about almost always, but I think I’d be ahead if we kept track.” This is a lie. It is almost always; she just doesn’t want to sound ungracious. Also, Beatrice does not keep count, but she would not be at all surprised if Lilith had a tally in the small Moleskine she keeps in her gym bag to track goals. 

Ava grins at her like she knows Beatrice is playing herself down. “Uh huh. Right. Got it, got it. Keeping it humble, yeah Bea.” She leans closer and says, eager, “I really want to watch you kick her ass.” 

Beatrice laughs and offers, going for casual, “You’re welcome to come to the gym with us if you’d like. Camila does sometimes. We’re able to spar much more often since I left the firm.” It’s selfish and prideful. She would like very much for Ava to see her beat Lilith. 

Beatrice isn’t sure what’s going on between the two of them. She’s had enough to drink that she can admit to herself that tonight there has been flirting, mutual flirting, but she’s sober enough to remember that she likes Ava and isn’t sure she wants to risk the friendship that’s developing, or the dynamic of their larger friend group, for something more. 

What’s more, flirting seems to be a preferred method of communication for Ava, so Beatrice isn’t certain whether Ava’s actually interested in her or if she’s just having fun the same way that she does with everyone. Beatrice had watched her charm a typically impassive barista at her favorite coffee shop into a stuttering mess a few days ago, complimenting his earrings and nail polish and turning the full force of her attention on him as he explained the quiche of the day. Beatrice had tucked a five into the tip jar in sympathy, aware of how long it might take him to recover. Sure enough, he’d fumbled over the order of the man behind them, apologizing as he asked him, twice, to repeat it. 

“Oh my god, yes. Should I bring a sign?” She waggles her eyebrows, spans her hands in front of her like she’s envisioning a marquee. “Float like a butterfly, sting like a Bea.” 

This is the problem, Beatrice thinks, as she smiles affectionately at Ava, who is biting her bottom lip and pressing her hands into her thighs, proud and excited. Right now, Beatrice’s impulse is to step in between Ava’s knees and pull her close, tuck the ever-escaping strands of her behind her ears, feel the shape of her grin against her mouth. It’s tender. It’s dangerous. She wouldn’t want something casual with Ava, and she’s not sure that Ava would want anything at all, much less something more than casual, with her. 

She keeps her hands to herself, reaching instead for the large ceramic bowl for the popcorn and transferring it from the popper. “Going for the gold with that one, Silva.” 

Ava laughs and claps her hands together. She is possibly the most physically expressive person Beatrice has ever met. She gestures between the two of them. “Is this our thing now?”

Beatrice smiles. “If trading terrible puns is wrong, then I don’t want to be right.” 

“Beatrice! Ava!” It’s Camila, holding a controller and looking very serious. “Bring the popcorn. It’s time.” 

Ava hops down from the counter and salutes in Camila’s direction. “Yes, ma’am.” She turns to Beatrice, grabs the bowl of M&Ms and the open wine bottle on the counter. “She’s kind of hot when she gets all Lilith-y.” 

“Go, Ava.” 

Ava lifts one of her shoulders but starts toward the living room. “You know it’s true.” 

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Beatrice dries a wine glass and sits it on the towel spread over the counter, waiting for Camila to hand her the next. She’s the only one left, Ava having gone about ten minutes ago with a lingering hug and a quiet, “Night, Bea,” into the skin of her neck. Beatrice had suppressed the shiver but hadn’t been able to hide the gooseflesh on her arms. Ava hadn’t noticed, she’s fairly sure, but Camila had, crossing her arms and raising her eyebrows at Beatrice as she hugged Yasmine. 

“So,” Camila begins, “Are you going to do something about whatever is happening between you and Ava?” 

Beatrice takes the next glass and keeps drying. 

“Oh, come on, Beatrice. She likes you! It’s obvious. And I’m not sure I’ve ever seen you smile so much around someone.” She bumps her hip into Beatrice’s, softens her voice. “It’s very nice to see you so happy.”

She puts the glass down and turns slightly to face Camila. “I like her a lot, Camila.” Camila’s face lights up and Beatrice qualifies quickly. “As a friend.” 

“Bullshit,” Lilith snorts, strolling in with the remaining dirty plates and bowls from the living room and pressing a kiss to Camila’s hair as she sits the dishes by the sink. “I haven’t seen you moon over someone like that in like fifteen years. What was her name? Ali Brewer?” Beatrice groans and Lilith laughs. “Yeah, that’s the one. You’ve got it bad, Liu. It’s kind of fun to watch.” 

Beatrice abandons the towel when it becomes clear that Camila is taking a break from washing, having turned around to lean against the counter and into Lilith, who has made herself comfortable beside her. She’s relaxed, and Beatrice, far from the first time, gives thanks for Camila. Until they started dating, Beatrice had only ever seen Lilith let her guard down like this with Beatrice herself, and much more reluctantly than she does now. It’s good to see her friend, however insufferable, be this happy. 

“Fine. Yes. I am attracted to Ava.” Camila squeals and Lilith smirks and Beatrice sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose. “However.” Lilith rolls her eyes as Camila says, “Boooooooo.” Beatrice ignores them both. “However, I don’t want to risk our friendship to pursue that attraction. I’m not certain that she’s interested in me, and I don’t want to make her uncomfortable.” 

“Lame,” Lilith says. “Beatrice,” Camila tuts, almost chastising, “I’m not sure how you don’t see that she’s interested in you.” 

“First,” she looks at Lilith, “Grow up.” Lilith sticks her tongue out, defiant. “Second,” she turns to Camila and says, gentler, “She flirts with everyone, Camila.” Camila opens her mouth to respond but Beatrice continues before she can start, “Additionally.” 

Lilith interrupts, exasperated, “This isn’t oral argument, Beatrice.” 

“Additionally,” she continues, “I like spending time with her. I like spending time with all of us, together. I’m not willing to make that awkward. I like her more than I want to risk that.” She hesitates for a moment and then forces herself to say, because she trusts them and this is important, “We haven’t known each other that long but I…I like her. A lot. I would want to be…to be sure she wants the same things I think I do, before I said anything. If she…I would rather…I would rather be her friend. I am happy to be her friend, if that’s our common ground.” 

She turns her eyes to her navy socks, exhausted and slightly embarrassed, and wills them to understand and let it go. Of course, Lilith can’t.

“Okay, dumbass, listen, you are…” 

“Lil.” Camila grabs her arm and squeezes and Lilith shuts her mouth, quickly. Beatrice offers her a grateful smile. She inclines her head slightly at Beatrice before leaning up to kiss Lilith’s cheek. “Remember how long it took you to ask me out?” 

Lilith sighs. 

“Fine. Fine.” Camila kisses her again, a chaste press of their lips, and then turns back to the water. “But,” Beatrice sighs and picks the towel back up, bracing herself as Lilith takes a moment to get together whatever admonishment she’s surely concocting, “you’re fucking great, Beatrice, okay? You’re excellent, and I don’t like Silva…”

“Yes, you do,” Beatrice and Camila chorus, even as Beatrice feels her cheeks getting hot and, horrifyingly, tears building in her eyes.“I don’t like Silva, but I think she’s smart enough to realize how lucky she would be to date you. And if I’m wrong about that, well. Fuck her.” 

Camila hands Beatrice a plate and then squeezes at her hip. 

“Lilith’s right.”

“Of course I am.” 

Camila rolls her eyes. “You are a catch. And Ava knows it. But we,” she looks meaningfully at Lilith who tilts her head in acquiescence, “respect where you are right now.”

“Thank you,” Beatrice says, sitting down the plate and reaching for the next one.

“Always,” Camila says as Lilith grunts in acknowledgement. “I’ll put a towel on the dresser in the spare room. The sheets are clean.”  There’s no question in her voice, and Beatrice doesn’t fight it, because it’s late, and it would be nice, to wake up tomorrow and eat breakfast with her best friend and her partner. She says, instead, “Thanks, Cam,” and takes another plate. 

#avatrice #sister beatrice #ava silva #warrior nun #sister camila #sister lilith #sister yasmine #warrior nun fic

[endermahn]

SMALL BOXING AU WENCLAIR.

Oh my god writers block for fhe IFHY series is beating my ass rn bc i lost my reference.

(Still expect a new chapter, just expect if sunday night or monday early early morning like 1am or something my time/my country time.)

So have a little Wednesday Boxer Au where shes selective mute 👍

Idk how to start it…

TRIGGER WARNINGS: none really, some violence but its VERY minor, just like “She knocks them out!” Stuff like that, saving all my detail for the series. Oo theres some mention of blood though. VERY BREIF mention of needle?

This is unchecked over, like all my other work.

No specific music, dont stop believing started playing though, so maybe its a sign?

——————

Wednesday stepped into the changing room and got dressed quite quickly.

Her match was up in 3 others.

She was used to the weighted feeling in her stomach, the feeling that tingled up her spine and left through her arms, sometimes creeping up her neck to give her an involuntary twitch to be rid of it.

The ravenette quite enjoyed it, though. The horrible feeling it gave quite euphoric, making her feel even more weightless than usual.

Untouchable.

She heard the first match end, with that the feeling grew, attempting to escape out of her mouth.

The soft, droning chatter kept her grounded, the talk of who was next, people trying to see their opponent early or just having general conversations as if they weren’t about to knock each other out a moment later.

Thing tapped softly on her thigh, and with that she looked down.

Her eyebrows questioned his actions and he signed to her

“I found your opponent.”

And with that the second match was over, cheering, clanking and over all screaming could be heard from practically miles away.

She signed back

“Where are they?”

“Follow me.”

Wednesday got up, leaving the space with her bag and water bottle behind.

After quite the short walk, she spots the character thing was describing on the way over.

Blonde, the bottoms being dyed opposing colours.

Fangs being exposed while she was laughing, intimidatingly needle like.

“This her?” Wednesday’s hand started signing, making quite klunky sounds on the table next to her.

However, she didn’t get to finish as her opponent noticed her.

She turned around and happily skipped toward.

Wednesday’s eyes were glued to her, skeptically eyeing her and checking her out to see how she could beat her.

“Hey!” She shouted out “Are you my opponent? My friends pointed you out to me a second ago!” The blonde chuckled, huffing out air. “Im Enid, pleasure to meet you. And to fight you, of course.”

The raven like girl backed up a bit, slightly frowning at such a bubbly girl.

Her hand didn’t hesitate or leave a beat to pass as she signed:

“Yes, I am your opponent. My name is Wednesday. It is a pleasure to fight you. Thing told me about you.” She struggled a bit with the last parts, not being sure how it were to translate properly.

“Ohh” Enid’s eyes were struck with realisation. “Okay I get you, Its really nice to meet you, Wednesday! And hello, thing” Her eyes calmed a bit as she said the other girl’s name, her shoulders slightly relaxing.

Thing waved to Enid happily.

“It really is nice to meet you, sometimes I go into the ring not knowing the opponent and the look in their eye kinda scares me” The taller girl huffs put happily now.

Wednesday signed quickly, now more knowing of Enid’s abilities of reading sign. “Personally I find their look of pure murder relaxing, it makes me become much more relaxed when I see that break down as they run out of stamina.”

“Ah, well its a selective likeness, I suppo-“ The bell rings out and another floor of cheering fills the gaps in the air.

“We’re on.”

“We are. Well it was nice speaking to you, and just so you aren’t disappointed, be aware my flame definitely isnt going to be put out.” Enid smiled at this, giving the other girl a wink, then she walks out and to her side.

Thing signs on the remaining girl’s shoulder.

“I like her”

Nothing could tear Wednesday’s eyes from Enid Sinclair.

[disneyanddisneyships]

Have we ever had Rosalyn × Grenade era fanon Alistar angst? no? Okay.

Rosalyn pining for Alistar when he's still not over Ella cause I wanna see how this turns out

WHEN I TELL YOU I WILL SCREECH-

Okay. This is FANON grenade Era Alistar. If you want me to write villain alistar and Rosa angst, you've gotta be specific.

Rosalyn walked in the village just north of the kingdom 10 miles away called Morellia.

Her plan was to paint a portrait of the king in this kingdom, and then travel to morellia to paint a portrait of the Queen and her family.

Rosa was to be there for a month or two, and she had been told that the royals were all good friends.

Rosalyn was escorted into the throne room where a tall, blonde, handsome man sat, writing on papers and scrolls. He looked up.

And Jesus christ, Rosalyn almost melted on the spot. He was so hot that the devil could sweat in his presence.

Heat made its way onto Rosalyn's cheeks before she looked at the ground bashfully.

"Ah, you must be Rosalyn. I've been expecting you. I'm the king here, but you can just call me Alistar. I'm not one for titles," Alistar spoke as he handed his stuff kindly to the servants.

"Its so nice to meet you. May I know where I'll be painting?" Rosalyn asked as Alistar made his way down the steps to where Rosalyn was.

He was still practically a foot taller than her.

The two made their way through the halls as Alistar showed Rosa everything in the castle.

Alistar set his things down in the room in Ella's castle he had been staying in for 20 years whenever he visited.

Ella had practically begged him to be apart of the family photo.

Alistar sighed as he took out a taped-together photo of ella that he had kept secret for years. Ella had gotten married to someone else 5 months ago, and the grief was practically killing Alistar inside.

Rosa had helped somewhat. The two had become good friends over the past month. Little did they know, the friendship may have started to bloom into something a but more.

Alistar walked to look out his window.

Rosalyn was talking with Mia, Ella's sister, probably about the portrait.

Ella stood under a tree with her husband, and Alistar couldn't help the twinge of jealousy boiling inside.

He had told Rosalyn about his jealousy, and how he felt about ella I a romantic way. Rosa seemed unsupervised, and when he told her, he couldn't help but see a bit of disappointment cloud her features.

More days passed. And then a few more.

Rosa was still here, she was just finishing up the background of the family portrait.

Rosalyn and Alistar walked through the gardens, as if on an outing together.

"This is a very nice place," Rosa hinted as she blushed.

"Hm? Oh. Yeah. Ella and I used to spend so much time here. She's such an amazing woman," Alistar responded.

Rosalyn clenched her fists. Ella. Again. Always talking about ella.

Rosa had thought that she and Alistar had begun courting one another privately. An unspoken attraction.

Ge had told her on multiple accounts how beautiful she was, how smart she was, how hot she was. Hell. He even made dirty jokes around her. And yet, whenever the chance arose: Ella.

Rosa had enough.

"I'm sorry. Im confused. Haven't you and I been flirting for the past 2 months?" Rosalyn asked.

"Pardon?" Alistar asked as well, astonished.

"I though you liked me," Rosalyn finished as she stopped walking.

Alistar turned to stand in front of her before a flash of lighting made itself known.

"My heart lies with Ella," Alistar statedbas water droplets began to fall on the two.

"With Ella?! How can your heart lie with someone who is MARRIED?!" Rosa shouted.

"Why are you acting this way?!" Alistar yelled.

Rosa scoffed before storming away.

[l0velymia]

Heyy can i request chubby!levi x reader Where Levi is insecure about what reader thinks about his weight but on the contrary she finds him super cute and squishy with his adorable belly🥺💕?

Ofc! I tried so don't expect anything to much tho. Also uh im assuming this is not a hc its more of a imagine tbh feel free to correct me if you wanted an hc! And i know that the anon said "she" but i just wanted to involve everyone i hope you dont mind! Oh yeah and also at the end it has some...interesting hints. Man this is getting long i also kind stirred away from the request towards the end eheh.. Warnings: None just fluff- wait mild swearing its levi ofc and insecurity aswell as jealousy and lots of POV switches it makes my brain hurt

3rd person POV

Levi ackerman humanity's strongest soldier everyone expected so many things from Levi but were always disappointed to see how short and chubby he was. Ofcourse Levi always either beat their ass or ignore it but after being in a relationship with you it started to change. Levi always had trust in you however he can get a lil jealous sometimes.

Levi's POV

I was just walking down the hallways of HQ in search of that little angel face i was so lucky to get. After 5 minutes of searching i found my /princess/prince/preferred/ talking to cadet kirchstein who was blushing at her..

As i walked closer to hear their conversation i stopped when i realised how better this man was.. taller and more fit.. i just stood their glaring at said man and he left.

Y/n's POV

After having a conversation with jean i looked to my right and saw my adorable lover!

Hey vi! Why are you just standing there? Nothing... replied Levi. I immediately ran up to him and hugged him! I can't explain how squishy and adorable he is! I noticed he was looking sad..well sadder than usual atleast. Then it hit me he must be having a bad day! So like a good significant other i dragged him into his office and then threw him onto the bed and then proceeded to latch onto him.

What are you doing? Questioned Levi. Well i saw you were having a bad day so i thought why not give you a nice and long cuddle! Oh that's very thoughtful of you. He replied. Anyways i wanted to ask. He said as he was sitting up. Are you cheating on me? I couldn't believe what i just heard! Me cheating?! What how could you say that? I asked.

Well I've seen you talking to..better looking guys

Aww Levi! Are you jealoussss???

What? Me jealous tch yeah right

Well ill prove to you how much i love you!

Really how?

Bonus!

AYY SHORTY I'VE GOT A GREAT IDEA REGARDING EREN'S EXPERIMEN- WOAh!

Levi and y/n could be found sitting panting because of their orgasm

Learn to knock four eyes!

#snk #levi fluff #levi ackerman #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #levi x reader

[wonderhoyman]

CLARIFYING MORE OMORBIUS STUFF

OKOKOK I THINK I SHOULD CLARIFY WHY THE OMORBIUS POST IS PINNED

its bc im planning to do like those little stories yknow? where you can interact n shit and learn abt the entire story... which for the omorbius thing it's just omori, so expect a lot of stuff from the original omori story

{OMORI SPOILERS UP AHEAD, WARNING LOL}

ok now that the spoiler thingy is out the way,,,

{OTHERWORLD}

in omorbius, Otherworld is called "Galaxy Spaceline" (i couldnt come up with anything else ok) in which you're just exploring at first then you decide to check up somewhere, to reveal a SICK ASS WHOLE NOTHER UNIVERSE??? (as shuttle describes it) as you arrive at the gateway to a whole other universe, some person that looks like a goddess goes like "HALT! what r u doing here" and you can decide who gets to tell her why you're here!!!

Shuttle: "oh we're here to look for our friend renory"

Little Man: "have you seen renory? he's kinda like this guy over here, but more taller and darker clothes"

Opheebop: "Yo. We're just wondering if you've seen someone."

Ron: "pls help us find someone he looks like me but more chad"

and in response, the goddess would go:

(to shuttle): who tf is renory

(to little man): Apologies. I don't think I've seen him.

(to opheebop): Yes I have seen someone. that someone is you. and your group.

(to ron): I'm afraid I can't. I'm sorry to disappoint you.

then they ask to get in that gateway thingy to inspect further for any hint of renory, she lets them under ONE thing. to help capt spaceboy (which in omorbius... i havent planned who that would be) just move again. they havent moved in like 3 days and the entire god group is worried for whoever plays capt spaceboy. only a specific plushie of someone specific (meri) would gt them to move again

so the group goes through a huge closet looking for that plushie but is greeted by some:

dusty teddy bears, pointy knitting needles and torn up alive old clothing

eventually they find the plushie

im not going any further now lol

[just-some-random-blogger]

meow meow, angel! good morning! love time for good heath! 'understanding chavs that go innit is gauge of big brained-ness for you ??' why can't i be amazed by something i can't do so it seems cool to me?? i say you're big brained for literally anything WHY not this?? i just wanted to remind you of how wonderful you are TT can't i love you?? can't i say you're cool???? WE CAN BE MUTUALS!' i do absolutely NOTHING in the internet so is this a thing?? idk anything about this concept tbh TT but ig you could discover my account pretty easily, if you'd want to. (not saying anything. just a thought that popped out in my mind) 'aren’t we already' idk i was asking you? i consider you my MASTER what are we talking abt TT no but really ig we are? hope we are. luv u 'for how would i know' i'm literally reading your fics and sending asks abt hotd TT not like you should have known. i just answered you TT 'they’re all problematic' YEAH hdjsks it's kinda ridiculous how people fight so vigorously to prove their fav is the most innocent among the problematic culprits(?) they are all unholy and we're trying to find the jesus TT characters are characters. it's fiction. we all should take it easier. 'people that are taller than me inspire my rage even more' do i insire your rage??? 'you think your safe' NO i don't, i can crash into this very celling TT 'you really are my #0 fan' im not the one to joke around you know meow meow 'sometimes i dont think i write it well enough' oh nono it's just fine! you trick with my heart enough! ok now i feel stupid for wanting to comfort you... like the real little sister who just doesn't understand the elder's problems... you took away my 'mom friend' role and i'm frustrated... just don't forget you're vvveryvery talented and bigbig brained. love you my talented angel!! ok so i've been listening to a witch themed playlist on youtube and now i feel sososoooo like daemon x witch!reader? like him not being able to win some stupid war so he goes to a witch in the woods to ask for protection? blessing? and she's like ok but i can only make such magic for a person i have the strongest bond with. like a husband yk? daemon is like you bitch better give me this spell rn and reader shrugs her shoulders can do nothing for you then. after being a sulky prick and being almost defeated he comes back saying make your magic sorceress i'll have been your husband by tomorrow's evening. in the moment she does the ritual/potion/curse, he thinks she'd bewitched him and confronts her after. turns out she just wanted to make herself more powerful bc being a princess and a handsome man's wife? why not. that's the price. so now he needs to bewitch a witch to live happily after his victory. no but this thought made me so disappointed. i always see fics with a vulnerable and such innocent reader (not accusing any author, you can write whatever you want, and it's absolutely ok to be the one, just my personal feelings). that moment i was reading yandere!aemond fic and reader was so terrified and like... silly... srry. but have they ever thought about adaption?.. yes it's terrifying but you have a man that is willing to do anything if you so much as look at him sweetly? he kills anyone who bothers him but you're still alive? and you choose to hide and annoy him even more?? giiirl you can tell him someone you don't like touched you and have him killed. you can kiss his cheek and have the iron throne under your pretty ass. why (in this fictional reality ofc) do they always choose to be naive and try to escape for nothing instead of manipulating this manipulative prick with obsession? you have no choice either way so why risk so much? you either die or adapt. plain biology. srry it's so long but this thought was bothering me for a while. not to offend smn, just my own impression. maybe my trust issues and fear of being vulnerable. maybe. i'm not the most mentally healthy. so i'd like to know what do you think. about this (again TT) fictional problems. irl it's not even a question bc.. yeah?? take care! love you! <з have a nice day lovie!!

heelloooo lovie!!!! <3 <3 (((((((((:

love letta toime <3

meow meow, angel! good morning! love time for good heath!

good morning too? ig idk what time you read my letters now that i think of it hahahahh (It BEtttter not be in the late hours of night 😡)

'understanding chavs that go innit is gauge of big brained-ness for you ??' why can't i be amazed by something i can't do so it seems cool to me?? i say you're big brained for literally anything WHY not this?? i just wanted to remind you of how wonderful you are TT can't i love you?? can't i say you're cool????

ok ok youre so right that was so stale cinnamon roll of me im sorry 😞 youre right you can be amazed by things that seem cool to you and you should always feel that way. it was just surprising/odd to me so ///: now i feel like a old soulless man T_T ewww BEGONE

WE CAN BE MUTUALS!' i do absolutely NOTHING in the internet so is this a thing?? idk anything about this concept tbh TT but ig you could discover my account pretty easily, if you'd want to. (not saying anything. just a thought that popped out in my mind)

lol i think i already your account but i decided not to say anything about it (all will continue to do so) because youre on anon for a reason and i respect that. its fine that you dont do anything (a gross exaggeration considering you send me letters everyday) you we dont have to be mutuals if you dont want to. i'll always be here on my small side of the internet

'aren’t we already' idk i was asking you? i consider you my MASTER what are we talking abt TT no but really ig we are? hope we are. luv u

daMB masTER? T_T my child you are not subservient to me. we are equals. we are friends T_T i have decided

'for how would i know' i'm literally reading your fics and sending asks abt hotd TT not like you should have known. i just answered you TT

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH OK YOURE SO RIGHT YOU CAUGHT ME THERE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHHAHH

imma show myself out hahahaAHHAHAHA

'they’re all problematic' YEAH hdjsks it's kinda ridiculous how people fight so vigorously to prove their fav is the most innocent among the problematic culprits(?) they are all unholy and we're trying to find the jesus TT characters are characters. it's fiction. we all should take it easier.

so true, so real, im so 😬🙄 girl its not that deep

'people that are taller than me inspire my rage even more' do i insire your rage??? 'you think your safe' NO i don't, i can crash into this very celling TT

you dont actually inspire my rage because i have not seen you face to face lol. you dont have to crash into the ceiling, youre safe... for now

'you really are my #0 fan' im not the one to joke around you know meow meow

[gives you some kibble]

'sometimes i dont think i write it well enough' oh nono it's just fine! you trick with my heart enough! ok now i feel stupid for wanting to comfort you... like the real little sister who just doesn't understand the elder's problems... you took away my 'mom friend' role and i'm frustrated... just don't forget you're vvveryvery talented and bigbig brained. love you my talented angel!!

thank you. i appreciate your efforts of comfort. you can mother me still even though im your mom HAHAH again im honored that you have such a high regard for me <3 i mean it. thank you my love. i love you. i learn from my little sister irl so i can 100% learn from you too <3 dont feel stupid. dont feel frustrated. i hear you <3 and i am glad for it.

ok so i've been listening to a witch themed playlist on youtube and now i feel sososoooo like daemon x witch!reader? like him not being able to win some stupid war so he goes to a witch in the woods to ask for protection? blessing?

BONK 🤠 WRITE THAT DOWN WRITE THAT DOWN

and she's like ok but i can only make such magic for a person i have the strongest bond with. like a husband yk? daemon is like you bitch better give me this spell rn and reader shrugs her shoulders can do nothing for you then. after being a sulky prick and being almost defeated he comes back saying make your magic sorceress i'll have been your husband by tomorrow's evening.

[shaking] WRITE THAT DOWNW DWRITE THAT DOWNE!

in the moment she does the ritual/potion/curse, he thinks she'd bewitched him and confronts her after. turns out she just wanted to make herself more powerful bc being a princess and a handsome man's wife? why not. that's the price. so now he needs to bewitch a witch to live happily after his victory. no but this thought made me so disappointed.

i always see fics with a vulnerable and such innocent reader (not accusing any author, you can write whatever you want, and it's absolutely ok to be the one, just my personal feelings).

NO BUT SO TRUE! as much as possible, i try to write strong readers cos i aint no naive girl i have a mind and strength. even in times where i want to make her meek, i cannot bring myself to make her have 'naive' qualities. i love your story so much i might just give it an express ticket pass T_T

that moment i was reading yandere!aemond fic and reader was so terrified and like... silly... srry. but have they ever thought about adaption?.. yes it's terrifying but you have a man that is willing to do anything if you so much as look at him sweetly? he kills anyone who bothers him but you're still alive? and you choose to hide and annoy him even more??

T_T the patriarchal values so imbedded. i mean to each their own. i will say if you're really in that position, growing up in that era where women were oppressed and you're faced with a 'grotesque' prince that is trained with the sword, sure being terrified of him is not far fetched, but it's human nature to fight back i think. annoying your captor AHHAHAH honestly HAHAHHAHHHA i mean it could be a power move if done correctly HAHAHHAH. we should give women more credit though

giiirl you can tell him someone you don't like touched you and have him killed. you can kiss his cheek and have the iron throne under your pretty ass. why (in this fictional reality ofc) do they always choose to be naive and try to escape for nothing instead of manipulating this manipulative prick with obsession?

GASLIGHT GATEKEEP GIRLBOSS. youre so right. maybe YOU should write that. i will say though, people try to escape because the thought of being captured/kept against your will is not nice. no one wants to be a prisoner/slave. that's why i would think its hard to manipulate someone in any case.

you have no choice either way so why risk so much? you either die or adapt. plain biology. srry it's so long but this thought was bothering me for a while. not to offend smn, just my own impression. maybe my trust issues and fear of being vulnerable. maybe. i'm not the most mentally healthy. so i'd like to know what do you think. about this (again TT) fictional problems. irl it's not even a question bc.. yeah??

so true, you should learn how to adapt to survive. but i will say, part of the reason why i became a writer was because i disagreed/didn't like the plot points of the fics i was reading so maybe you should try it!!!!! id love to read them if you do <3. im glad to hear about anything you want to tell me my love <3, especially since we are so similiar in personality

take care! love you! <з have a nice day lovie!!

love you baby <3

xxx

#anon ask #my beloved anons #modern!daemon anon #ask #daemon x reader #modern!daemon nonnie

[tinyidle]

sooshu

Put You In Your Place - SSJ x YSH

this is my third ever one-shot scenario, and it's with a ship! hopefully this fills all the sooshu lovers' hearts, especially since it will be hard to make soojin hcs without her being in the group

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WARNING: smut, mentions of teasing and jealousy, cursing, brat taming, nickname "mommy" is used (new, am i right?), punishments (sp*nking, f*ngering, overst*mul*tion), safewording, d*gr*dation, b*gg*ng, squ*t*ng, aftercare, bratty!shuhua, brattamer!soojin, dom!soojin, sub!shuhua, all fiction (although i don't at all think they're not visiting each other often as we speak)

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shuhua knew she finally broke her usually quiet girlfriend. while they were out and about, away from their busy lives, shuhua decided to act bratty and force her soojin into touching her in public. soojin would usually not bother with her since she does this all the time, that being shuhua's nature. but the band broke once she saw her girlfriend-- her girlfriend-- flirting with a dude that complimented shuhua's looks. now soojin knows how beautiful her lover is, but for shuhua to act extra around this random man just because of a compliment? no way.

no fucking way.

"sorry, sir, but we have to go. bye!" soojin politely said while grabbing shuhua hand.

"but i want to talk to oppa some more!!" she said in a fake pout that soojin knew so well.

"let's. go," soojin said sternly. "now." at that time shuhua stopped the defiant act and walked away with soojin back to her apartment. shuhua was shivering with excitement and worry about what her normally timid lover would do to her. when they arrived and locked their apartment, soojin immediately turned to her shorter girlfriend.

"strip," soojin said with sternness. yet her girlfriend wanted to tease her some more.

"im sorry, but i couldn't hear you properly. can you- oh!" shuhua gasped as the taller pulled her by the waist and smacked her ass rather harshly.

"i said. strip," soojin said even more sternly now. "unless you want to get punished."

the maknae, being the teasing shit she is, further tested her girlfriend by slowly taking off her socks while wiggling. soojin was having none of that, so she pulled down her bratty lover's shorts and undies and bent her over the nearby couch. "since you want to act like a slut," soojin spat out, making the younger flinch, "count 25 times for me. if you mess up, we start all over again. got it?"

shuhua nodded, which earned her a sharp smack in her round ass. "ah! yes, mommy", she said after wiggling for some friction in her core.

"good. now be a good little bunny and count for mommy." soojin rubbed her girlfriend's ass before starting her assault.

after 10 spanks shuhua's pale bum had turned a peach-colored red. she was getting really tired and very horny, as her yelps turned into moans. she was in a sleepy trance for 10 more smackings until she felt a sharp pain in her inner region. "23!!" she shouted.

soojin tsked in disappointment. "uh-uh, cherry. it was 21. i should start from the top, huh?"

shuhua's eyes widened and she thrashed to no avail due to her girlfriend's strong grip. "nononono mommy, please!! i'll be good! i promise."

soojin didn't believe the younger girl over the couch, so she had her own teasing fun and stuck two fingers into the younger, causing shuhua to shriek.

"mom-- mommy-- shit-- MOMMY IM SORRY, PLEASE!!" at this point shuhua's pussy was burning from the brutal fucking that her girlfriend was giving her.

"please what, slut? do you need me to pause for a moment, love?" soojin was in such a headspace but tried her best to remember shuhua's needs.

"n-need your cock," shuhua said timidly, legs rubbing against each other for failed friction. soojin finally broke her usually bratty girlfriend.

with a hum of approval, the sexy dancer gave the younger one last smack before telling her to strip for the third time that night. this time shuhua complied completely, even laying on the couch in the kneeling position in front of her girlfriend.

"aww," soojin fake pouted. "shu is going to behave now?" shuhua nodded, with a simple 'yes mommy'. "good. because im not going easy on you."

she took off all her clothes and went upstairs in her drawer and took out her 6-inch strapon and lube. once she strapped herself in it and walked back down to the living room, shuhua was in the same position but face down ass up.

with another hum of approval, soojin rubbed shuhua's abused ass. "safeword?" soojin asked, reminding shuhua of her right to safety.

"strawberries", shuhua hummed, already in a fucked out state.

"good. now take my dick like the whore you are."

once soojin entered shuhua, she moaned so loudly that soojin took her fingers that were previously used for plunging into her in her mouth to shut her up. soon shuhua's muffled screams turned into whiney moans. soojin knew shuhua was close by the way her ass was moving back into soojin's strapon in slight overstimulation.

"are you going to cum, shushu? are you going to be a good girl and fall completely apart on my cock?" soojin's filthy words made shuhua fuck herself harder into the fake dick in desperation, which made soojin smack her ass harshly. "want me to finally put you in your place? or do you want to keep acting like a filthy brat?"

when the older took her fingers out shuhua's mouth, she gasped then pleaded, "i'll listen to you mommy, i promise. please let me cum."

being satisfied with the amount of begging shuhua has done, soojin finally let shuhua release. "cum for me, baby."

that alone made shuhua screech and cum so hard she even squirted onto the fake dick. it took all of soojin's self-control to not fuck back into her. as for shuhua, she was shaking and was whimpering in pleasure.

"stay here, shushu. ill clean you up." and that's what she did. when she cleaned both her and shuhua up, as well as disinfected the couch, they both went to bed.

"shuhua? remember that you belong to me, okay?"

the sleeping girl woke up some to reply. "yes, mommy. i will, always."

"good girl. i love you so much."

"i love you too."

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another very long, detailed, and very smutty, fanfic. but all for sooshu, am i right? ;) im a few minutes late of when i wanted to post this, but i wanted to make sure i made as few grammatical errors as possible. edit: i revised this piece because: surprise, i made grammatical errors.

if you have any suggestions, let me know! i can write for other members of (g)i-dle if wanted.

#gidle #(여자)아이들 #gidle smut #sooshu smut #shuhua smut #soojin smut #gidle oneshots #gidle scenarios #kpop smut

[that-one-weeb-but-starwars]

They met in the rain| Hunter

Note: god I love this one, also RIP grammar I did this on my phone on a farm

Warnings: mentions of basically space pornhub but nothing really explicit, Hunter figuring out what his sexuality is and making very unreasonable conclusions because hes basically scared bc well I do that too

Reader: male

Masterlist

Hunter stood under the oning. The rain heavy and droplets big. A asortment of marigolds in his hand looking for the girl he was ment to meet, he himself dressed up in polished armour, he didnt have many chlothes to choose from so polished and clean armour seemed the best option.

Yet the more he waited the more disappointed he became, and hour later no one showed up, two hours later still no one. He sighed.

Why?

"Hey! Mind me taking a spot next to you?" A man asked rushing under the oning.

Hunter nodded as the man stood next to him hair once done nice soaked and stuck to his face his chlothes soaked. It was quiet between the two.

"You okay?" Y/n called over the rain.

"Huh?" Hunter questioned, "I'm. Fine."

Y/n frowned, "You don't seem very fine."

Hunter sighed, "date stand you up too?"

Y/n chuckled, "yeah. Yeah he did."

"He?" Hunter questioned Y/n sighed.

"Yeah. He." Y/n spoke, "he was a real smooth talker too."

Hunter let out a low laugh, "seems we had the same problem."

Y/n looked back seeing a bench, sitting himself down Hunter looked back, Y/n patting the spot next to him. Hunter sat down flowers besides him.

"What's your name?" Hunter questioned.

"Y/n." He smiled, "you?"

"Hunter."

Y/n nodded, "you're a clone, a...Sargeant am I correct?"

Hunter looked over at him a bit shocked, "uh, yeah."

"I had a good friend that was a clone. He went missing a while ago. Taught me everything I know today." Y/n spoke.

"What was his name?" Hunter questioned.

"Kix." Y/n spoke.

"You were a republic medic." Hunter responded.

Y/n nodded, "you knew kix?"

"Not much we did one mission together." Hunter admitted, "loyal to his brothers."

Y/n nodded, it becoming silent between the two, Hunter felt good, someone that understood his struggle of being an outside besides him.

"So. When did you start dating guys?" Hunter blurted out causing Y/n's head to turn, "Wait! I'm sorry! I didn't mean it like that-"

"No. No." Y/n laughed, "its okay. You know Kix asked me that exact way, think it confused him a little bit at first as I was dating a female twilek just before hand,"

"Oh." Hunter spoke quietly, "You...you can date both?"

"Um. Yeah." Y/n spoke, "why not?"

"Dating anybody wasnt really allowed in the GAR. Especially-"

"Within clone ranks. Right." Y/n spoke, "I kind of forget about that stuff sometimes...this was your first date then?"

Hunter nodded, Y/n frowning, stood up on his first date. Wow.

"Right now Im thinking it would of been better to ask you out rather than her." Hunter spoke with a nervous smile but then immediately started to correct himself, "Well! Not- It's not, I"

"Its okay. Really." Y/n smiled, " Dating is hard."

Hunter looked away from him and down at his hands. His mind running through the conversation over and over, Y/n dated a man and a woman, and seemed perfectly happy with it. He felt dirty for even dating a woman, sure clones had...needs, but he had always taken care of them himself. Hunter wouldnt lie, when he had to take care of his needs with a video or two to help. He found himself gazing in a different direction each and every time. It mostly started with females dominating over males, then leaned towards men being well- pegged. He found it okay, it was still a woman and man, just different. Then he had found male on male videos, the idea of someone ontop of him in such a way made his climaxs much more intense the idea of someone grabbing his face and making him look up at him with such deep and mysterious eyes made with a strong grip of a males hand made him go crazy. But well. He had brothers.

What were they going to think? And Omega? That little girl who has his heart, a daughter in his eyes. What would she think? That he was gross? That he was werid? That he would try and advance on his brothers? Unreasonable things had started going through his head. But he always seemed to boil them down to just fantasies. Something that would never have, like a dream. That would be until he seen a man at Cid's bar, sure a girl on each arm a firm grip on there waist as he was obviously wealthy, but that didn't matter, his eyes were a a crazy purple color, his voice was smooth and deep, and well. He...he was mind blowing to Hunter. The man walked up to them, taller than Hunter, and a deep chuckle on his words as he explained the job he wanted done. Hunter luckily managed to cover his red ears with his bandanna and act normal.

Thats not what he wanted, a flirt? Sure a bit. But he wanted a relationship, a loving partner and as cliche as he thought it was he wanted a story book romance. He found himself even more in a pickle when he started looking at both women and men in the same light. Confused and conflicted he shut himself off, any one to advance him for such a relationship or act he turned away or walked away before he could be asked.

But this girl? Man was she the one. She'd come to cids bar to ask just for him, bring the boys the cookies and all, he thought they had something, but he supposed not. Not a comn link chatter, or a woman in sight. Just him and Y/n, sitting on a bench with then rain infront of them.

"Hey? You-"

"Go on a date with me." Hunter blurted out once again, his body even leaning forward toward Y/n in such a way.

Y/n blinked in confusion, "Im. I'm sorry." He laughed a bit out of shock.

Hunter retracted back, Y/n quickly stopping his by grabbing his hand.

"Hey,wait you just shocked me is all. You were all quiet for a mintue there." Y/n told him, Hunter's face and ears red.

"I. Im sorry." Hunter told, he was never this shy, stuttering in such ways.

"Am I your first male date?" Y/n questioned Hunter just nodded Y/n smiling smally.

"I'm honored, and would love to go on a date with you." Y/n smiled, "how about we go now?"

Y/n stood up Hunter's hand in his picking him up to his feet.

"Come on! We can go to a caf shop! Or watch a holo movie!" Y/n tried to pursuade.

"Now?" Hunter questioned.

Y/n nodded, "I think we're both free and dressed for the occasion anyways."

Hunter chuckled, it felt good to laugh and Y/n smiled.

"Yeah. Let's do it."

Y/n smiled, "lets go then! Come on! A new Vemon holo just came out!"

Hunter laughed as they went hand in hand running down the street to tried and pass the rain as quick as possible.

Hunter was glad, he had found someone who made him genuinely happy in such a hard time. Someone that understood him to a degree. Someone as simple as a stranger, and if others didnt like it well, who cared? Many people never cared about clones anyways. Hunter felt safe hand in hand with this man he had met in the rain.

#star wars #the bad batch #star wars: the bad batch #sw: tbb #hunter x you #hunter star wars #hunter x reader #the bad batch hunter #star wars hunter #hunter the bad batch #hunter #hunter x y/n #hunter x male reader #sw x male reader #tbb x male reader #male readers need more fanfic tbh #star wars x male reader #male reader