#-points- look gary there's my guy!

[sawnday]

i used to diss dandy's world and thought of it as a Baby Game and well. now i am obsessed. never hate anything heart emoji

anyways this is my dandy's world oc. his name is zoop and he's based off of the zoo pals plates + cheetahs!! that's also why his name is zoop... like zoo pals... but also cam pointed out it sounds like soup which is fitting more info on his character under read more if you want to listen to my mad ramblings... also be niceys if it's not entirely accurate im new to dandy's world

to start with game mechanics... as a toon, he is Very Speedy (with 4 movement speed and 4 extraction speed). he has extremely bad stamina though (just like real cheetahs!!) so he is stuck as an extractor rather than a distractor. his ability is “bon apétit!”, which allows him to generate a random food item once per floor :) as a twisted, he works similarly to rodger, in which he is not already roaming and also leaves fake food items (which you can tell is fake because they'll be a different color than normal)! if you pick up one of the fake foods, he begins to roam somewhere near where it was picked up; if you eat it, you will gain the opposite effect of what you would get from a real food item! if he's on a floor with a twisted glisten, he will already be roaming without any fake items being picked up :)

ok now for the character Lore!!! zoop is meant to be a french chef (his little neck tie is meant to be a chef’s neckerchief!). while sprout and cosmo might bake, zoop actually cooks (… but can also bake)! he’s very passionate and a bit of a perfectionist, this can get in the way sometimes though if someone tries cooking with him and they do something he sees as the “wrong way” to do things. also i embraced the 12 year old dream by making him kiss glisten because i'm obsessed with glisten heart emoji. glisten is like his only exception in the kitchen because even if glisten were to cook the worst abomination being claimed to be "food," zoop would be like "oh yes you cooked so well <3" twisted zoop lore... when twisted glisten became... well, twisted, (toon) zoop stayed behind to watch and take care of him... but after being attacked by another twisted and losing his right eye along with just being stuck with so much ichor, he eventually became twisted himself!

that's basically all i got for info + lore for now. i will probably keep coming up with more stuff and flesh things out over time but that's the basic gist of things. if you read this far thank you for listening to the mad ramblings of a madman. ok yay goodbye heart emoji

[lobie-the-cartoonist]

guys

bro was molting

[creaturefeaster]

hairy gary ground zero

^ extra :3

~☆~☆~☆~

I'm still probably gonna tweak stuff a lil more when i get the time but i just wanted to post this while i have the time 🕷

[sketchy-tour]

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FALLING

DOWN

THE

STAIRS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

for that one wally fan i keep seeing on my dash and making me laugh with their posts, i think theyre very silly

this shall be a secret drawing (nobody tell them) (if you do i will be sad) (not really if anything amused) (hehe!)

[lostintransist]

Fallen Angel | Scorched Earth

AO3

"If you are asking me to choose, my answer is no." The words burn as they pass from the fire in your chest and over your tongue.

"What do you mean no?" John chews the end of his cigar as he and all the guys stare at you.

"I mean no." You glare at all of them, eye contact before moving on. "If you are asking me to choose one of you over the others my answer is no."

"Donne understand lass." Johnny speaks up now.

"What is there to misunderstand?" You fold your arms across your chest, it doesn't stop the feelings raging in your chest reaching the melting point of glass.

They sat in your coffee shop, an hour before the doors opened, all staring at you as if you were supposed to chose which bones to break and which to keep whole.

"Well, the answer of no is not entirely clear, so..." Kyle lets the silence linger after his comment.

Glancing at Gary he shrugs, his way of agreeing with what they have already said.

Tears prick your eyes. You find Simon, seated at the edges of your guys. He held his face impassive. Guess you hadn't moved past the emotional masks.

Unfolding your arms you rub your hands together. The tension in your body clear as you watch your hands, muscles fighting what should be an easy movement.

"I will not choose one of you over the others. If you ask me to choose my choice is to pick myself."

"Explain that." Now Simon decides to speak up.

You stare at your hands, the burns and dry patches from working here giving you a focus point.

"If I pick one of you I hurt the others. If I pick one of you I become a crack in the relationships that keeps you all coming home alive. If I choose one of you I have to cut off the relationships I have with the others. If I have to choose I have to hurt everyone. If I have to hurt everyone I might as well cut and run." A bitter laugh falls from your lips. "It's not like I have much to hold on for here. My shop is three weeks from shutting down unless we get an influx of clients on the regular."

You didn't have to see them to know they were all sharing speaking glances. Wiping your palm across your face you continue.

"It's not like you even know my real name. I could disappear, and I would if you asked me to choose."

"What do you mean about your name?" John's intense question draws your eyes to him without thinking about it.

"The name you have, the name I give out? It's my preferred name but it's not my legal name. Everything I've given any of you about me is what I choose to give. A curated version of me."

The tinge of sadness in John's face is echoed in every shift of your guys; of Johnny leaning forward onto his knees, Kyle scooting forward to stretch out further in his chair, in Gary crossing his arms, and in Simon's utter refusal to look at you.

"You wanna explain that last comment?" John is still taking the lead. It would make you smile if the idea of this whole conversation didn't make you want to peel off your skin and escape into the void.

"Not much to explain, I tend to say what I mean." Standing you try to leave the seating area to head into the kitchen.

None of them are allowed behind the counter. They know it and respect it. You need a bit of space to deal with the nuclear reactor of emotions in your chest.

Simon full names you as your back is turned. First, middle, last. Johnny spells your first name, Kyle your middle, John your last.

Your chin starts to quiver. Gary takes your hand, three quick squeezes. All the guys did that. Three quick squeezes anywhere they could hold onto you. No one would confirm what it meant but you knew.

"I love you all. If I choose one of you I lose all of you. At that point there is no reason to stay."

You move forward, letting them fall behind you as you turn the corner and into the kitchen. Heading for the walk-in fridge you shut the door tight behind you, praying that it is sound proof enough to hold back your sobs.

Fallen Angel Masterlist | Masterlist

[sillygoose343]

COD But If They Were Gen Z Brainrot Things

COD but if they're brainrot. (I don't know what possessed me to do this, uni exams are causing me to tweak).

I formally apologise to: Simon "Ghost" Riley, John Price, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Gary "Roach" Sanderson, Kate Laswell, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra, Nikolai, Phillip Graves, König, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Vladimir Makarov

i did NOT take this seriously 🥴im jit yapping

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Ghost - monday left me broken

Soap's dead, Roach's dead, Mara's dead (in the mobile comics), monday left him broken.

If I were to recount *all* of the shit that he had to go through, I would be here for awhile but I know we know what our Ghost had experienced, he's broken but he's still kicking! Onto Tuesday, Wednesday!

So I think it's a fair assessment for him to be monday left me broken

I also think he listens to the song unironically sometimes

Captain Price - smurf cat

Do I really have to explain this one?

I guess COD nation sees Papa Smurf in him but the thing about smurf cat is that it has a hat, therefore it must be Price

The resemblance is uncanny sometimes (it's just a hat)

i don't have much to say, it's literally just appearance-based for this one

Soap - prime and lunchly

soap is the type of guy to walk into the recording studio and come out with "from the screen, to the ring, to the pen, to the king, where's my crown? that's my bling, always drama, when i ring. see i believe that if i see it in my heart, smash through the ceiling, 'cause i'm reaching for the stars." look me in my metaphorical eyes and tell me im wrong

he would be guzzling down the cherry freeze after a long hard day of training

he likes his cheese drippy bruh

he kinda looks like haley welch if you squint

Gaz - gaining aura

I LOVE GAZ RAAAAH

Look at him? He literally can't physically lose aura?

I'm biased towards Gaz

Even breathing can earn this man aura, there is something innately charismatic and charming about Gaz to the point that even if he trips on air or accidentally walks around with an open bag, typically aura-losing activities, he just wouldn't lose any.

Look at him

He is Kyle "Gaz" Garrick.

Roach - cooked

well, technically, 'cooked' typically indicates that a food item has been processed through fire, at least usually

but i guess this is using the brainrot terminology, still, that changes nothing

cooked in brainrot means to be struggling, done for or that the situation is just bad, the entire brazilian militia being after his ass after he fell from the roof was one of his most iconic moments, he had many cooked moments in the campaign but that one truly defined him, he was, in fact, cooked

literally and figuratively

Laswell - galvanised square steel

galvanised square steel is an extremely durable material, is able to transform even the smallest 1mx1m square apartment into a fully functional multi-purpose home with the assistance of eco-friendly wood veneers and

as ghost put it, "laswell's still solid as a rock" except, she's as solid as galvanised square steel

she's reliable, resilient and shes like the foundation as the galvanised square steel while 141 is like the eco-friendly wood veneers

Alejandro - oil up

one could say that all men in cod could represent 'oil up' but i think alejandro embodies the 'oil up' phrase

im actually just straight tweaking when i say this but i think he'd have a similar community to orange peanut's if he ever became an influencer, like different content but his comment section would be filled with 'when are you going to oil up'

i also think he'd be the kind of guy to gladly oil up on request, granted there was an ample amount of oil

Rodolfo - livvy dunne

rudy doesn't really strike me as a rizzer more like a rizzee (im tweaking so hard right now)

he seems like the type of guy to get rizzed up by baby gronk and then promptly train for his gymnastics or something

there's not much to comment on here, just that he looks like the type of guy to be rizzed

Nikolai - metal pipe sound effect

nikolai is unique in the sense that i think he encapsulates the metal pipe sound effect rather than a phrase or a brainrot figure

i have a feeling that during violence and timing gaz would agree with me

i have a feeling that the butcher in mw2019 would also agree with me

he's a menace but no brainrot compilation is the same without the metal pipe sound effect so :333

Phillip Graves - only in ohio

that gif shows up when i search for ohio

i feel like this one is very self-explanatory

in some instances gyatt and ohio can be used interchangeably so i would also consider him having the dual position of embodying gyatt and ohio at the same time, lucky bloke

König - alpha wolf

furry könig skin

furry wolf skin, no further commentary needed

Horangi - 99% of gamblers quit before they hit big

that is just what he did

Makarov - skibidi toilet

we have all seen the smile skin

skibidi toilet is evil incarnate, poisoning the minds of the children, even in the lore of skibidi toilet it is evil and direct antagonistic villains towards camera head people, sounds just like makarov

the smile skin is like the mould on lunchly cheese, its the outward thing you see but the evil of skibidi toilet like makarovs evil is like the mould spores inside the cheese

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it is now nearly 3am, im so failing my histology class man

[siilvan]

physical touch

characters: kyle “gaz” garrick, johnny “soap” mactavish, john price, simon “ghost” riley, gary “roach” sanderson, yuri

summary: physical touch/affection headcanons!

genre: fluff, gn!reader (no desc. or pronouns)

warnings: none!

note: figured i’d start with something basic sweet after not writing in so long :) my next drafts are both soap – reboot and captain <3

gaz

⋆ so very touchy. even before you’re officially together, he’s always finding excuses to touch you.

⋆ comparing hand sizes, high-fives, patting you on the shoulder, playing with your fingers, nudging you with his leg, holding your waist while sliding past–

⋆ there’s nothing gaz won’t do to touch you, even if it’s just brushing your fingertips.

⋆ it gets even worse once you start dating. he is on you constantly. holding your hand, wrapping an arm around you, kissing you - he’s like a teenage boy in love!

⋆ shockingly, this side of him completely disappears when you’re in the field; he’s very cautious when it comes to affection, so as to avoid putting targets on your backs.

⋆ proud back/shoulder pats, friendly fist bumps, shoulders brushing past each other, nondescript praise, and barely visible smiles–

⋆ gaz utterly adores you, but only when your threats are complaints from the rest of the team.

⋆ a big enjoyer of cuddles, obviously. big spoon, little spoon, in bed, on the couch… he doesn’t care about the details, as long as he gets to be with you.

⋆ secretly so very weak for you sleeping on his chest. he just loves that feeling of protecting you and you trusting him to keep you safe.

soap

⋆ another touchy sergeant! i’m starting to sense a trend.

⋆ much like gaz, soap was touchy before you started dating. except, he wasn’t looking for excuses to touch you - he just went for it every single time.

⋆ bumping your foot with his, patting your shoulder, hugging you after long periods away from each other… soap had a reputation as a touchy guy, and with you he was no different.

⋆ in fact, he was even worse with you. soap was oblivious to his painfully obvious crush until someone pointed out his habit of touching you.

⋆ back hugs are a very common occurrence with him. also favors being the big spoon for the very same reason. "you’re like a teddy bear," he always claims when you point it out.

⋆ in the field, soap treats you no differently than the rest of the team. a few more compliments and brief touches here and there, but he’s capable of saving the pda for secure locations.

⋆ despite his reputation as a physically affectionate guy, he still gets a little embarrassed when someone calls him out for it!

⋆ turns red and tries to come up with an explanation every single time without fail. also never succeeds at said explanation, and ends up making himself even more embarrassed.

⋆ if it’s ghost calling him out, though… soap doesn’t get flustered over it. he simply does whatever he’s doing, but even more. prepare to be squeezed half to death if ghost ever catches you two.

price

⋆ his private and professional lives are like night and day.

⋆ at home and in private, price is quite the romantic. kissing your hands, wrapping his arms around your waist, laying his head on your shoulder - his goal is to make you melt from his affection.

⋆ at work, however… unless you two are completely alone, you’ll be getting the same treatment as the rest of the team.

⋆ it’s not that he doesn’t want to show you off. price is just a very private man, and for good reason. he’s got quite the list of enemies, many of whom would target you if they caught wind of you.

⋆ that being said, he more than makes up for it at home - he won’t let you end up neglected and starved for affection. the generous helping of praise that he casually gives you shows his love, as well.

⋆ when it comes to cuddling, it’s a moment-to-moment thing. price enjoys holding you and being held, but he’s a human furnace, so cuddles in hot weather are a no-go. he’ll still hold your hand or interlock your pinkies if you want him too, though.

⋆ usually is the big spoon. he needs to be free to act if something goes wrong, and free to protect you.

⋆ still, he turns into putty whenever he’s able to lay with his head on your chest. your fingers gently playing with his hair, listening to your heartbeat, with your warmth lulling him to sleep–

⋆ he’s got a tough exterior, but he’s really just a big softie that can seldom tell you "no."

ghost

⋆ it takes him quite some time to be open to physical affection, even after you’re officially a couple.

⋆ it’s not that he doesn’t want to be physically affectionate, ghost just struggles greatly with letting down his guard. patience and understanding is all he needs to start opening up.

⋆ definitely against pda of any kind. if you try to sneakily kiss him while around the team, he’ll gently remind you not to the next time you’re alone. he’s never unkind, just firmly set in his boundaries.

⋆ would probably be open to small acts once you’ve been together for a while - resting his hand atop yours, nudging your knee with his own, holding your shoulder, resting his arm on the back of your chair.

⋆ ghost is secretly starved for affection, so every little touch is significant to him. you can make his heart race just by brushing his arm with your fingertips.

⋆ at home, he’s extremely clingy. trying to leave bed? not happening, you’ve got a 6'3" teddy bear grabbing your shirt and dragging you back under the covers. morning cuddles are one of his favorite things, even if he’d die before admitting to it.

⋆ dozing off with his head on your shoulder while you cook, pulling you into his lap during movies, kissing you before he leaves and after he returns…

⋆ big or little spoon depending on his mood. much like price, ghost is constantly ready to act, even at home. however, he is so desperate for comfort and just needs to he held sometimes.

⋆ if you let him lay his head on your lap or chest, the ghost persona completely melts away. play with his hair, trace your fingertips along his jawline, leave sweet kisses wherever you can, and the "scary" man suddenly becomes softer than silk.

roach

⋆ decently physically affectionate, but doesn’t make a big deal out of it.

⋆ roach is all about the smaller, more casual acts of affection. forehead kisses, hugs, sitting next to each other, holding hands– he’s all about the moments that people would consider less significant.

⋆ still, there is one thing that never fails to make his heart flutter: when you kiss him through his mask.

⋆ whether it’s a peck on the cheek or your lips against his, if you kiss his mask, he’ll turn into a stuttering mess. he hopes you can’t somehow see the blush practically burning holes through the fabric.

⋆ proud little spoon! no matter where you are, roach will gladly fall asleep wrapped up in your arms. his favorite way to nap is with his head on your lap - if you try to move, you’ll end up with a very whiny and clingy sergeant.

⋆ has a habit of falling asleep on you after particularly draining missions. it’s not his fault, really; the rumble of the helicopter’s engine, the adrenaline wearing off, and your presence are a deadly trio.

⋆ if you fall asleep, too, he won’t wake you up. unless you need medical attention or something important, he’ll just carry you back to your room and tuck you into bed. usually joins you, as well.

⋆ these mid-flight naps also happened before you two got together. roach has an entire album on his phone of photos (mostly taken by soap) of you two cuddling after missions.

⋆ finally decided to ask you out after the album reached 100 photos. the rest of the team knew it would happen eventually.

yuri

⋆ much like ghost, it took yuri quite some time to open up to physical affection.

⋆ in fact, he wouldn’t open up to affection at first. even when it could reasonably be seen as platonic and nothing more. he didn’t think he deserved it, be it from friend or lover.

⋆ you finally got him to crack one day, after a tough mission that ended in quite a few (minor) injuries. his back was killing him, so you offered him a massage. despite his reservations, he accepted it.

⋆ yuri didn’t expect to completely melt at your touch. by the end of the massage, his tense muscles were relaxed and he was hungry for more. touch-starved doesn’t even begin to describe how he felt.

⋆ at the beginning of your relationship, he struggled to give and accept affection. it takes a lot of patience and love to build up his confidence, but it’s well worth the effort once he finally starts to reciprocate.

⋆ big fan of back hugs, both in giving and receiving. to him, there’s just something so intimate in holding your partner while they work.

⋆ has a few habits once he’s comfortable in your relationship - interlocking your fingers, resting his hands on your lower back and hips, kissing your forehead… he’d never admit to it publicly, but he’s quite the romantic.

⋆ usually favors being the big spoon whenever you two cuddle. yuri is reasonably paranoid about your safety and his own, so he prefers to be free to move if necessary. knowing that you’re safe in his arms helps him sleep easier, as well.

⋆ that being said, he will fall asleep on your chest if given the chance. the sound of your heartbeat and your fingertips running up and down his back never fails to put him to sleep.

[uslv]

Just Met

Cillian Murphy × reader

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵, 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘱, 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘰𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘨

𝖠/𝖭: 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘰 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 :𝗉

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The music shooke the floor as you sat drinking your piña colada next to Charlotte.

"Okay so, yknow Allison? That girl that goes to drama school with me. So, last class we were chatting and a couple of her friends came by, we talked a bit yknow and we were on the topic of hooking up, so Alison looks at me and says 'Garyyy' in like a teasing manor. And I got mad of course, I mean I talked to her how I was so mad at him and how he's such a derp and now she's telling her friends about him?! I told her off and she was like 'oh my goddd you are soooo over exadurating it' like bitch?!"

"That is really messed up" you said as you took another sip of your piña colada.

"But you had it coming with Gary" you said as you gulped "I mean, his name is Gary what did you expect?" You followed up.

"I knowww, I just, I like yknow those shy ugly guysss." She groaned throwing her head back.

"You should really call that guy from the other night." Charlotte yelled waving her drink at me, just as the music got louder.

"Oh nooo, he's kind of weirdddd. He's more you're type than mine." You yelled to her.

"Ugh why is the music here so louuudddd." Charlotte groaned.

"Tell me about it." You rolled your eyes.

"We should sit at the bar, it's probably quiter than here on the couch." You suggested to her.

She furrowed her eyebrows at you. You put your mouth to her ear.

"I said let's go sit at the bar, it's probably quieter than here on the couch." You yelled in her ear, she pulled back and nodded.

You start walking thru the crowd covering your drinks with your hands. You managed to pull through and it was already so much quieter. It was like a breath of fresh air.

"Ugh, so much better." You said as you sat down on one of the bar chairs. "I usually like loud music but that's just too much." She said as she took a sip.

"Ruins the enjoyment." You shrugged.

"I kind of need to piss." Charlotte said with a slight frown.

"You don't say that." You chuckle.

"Oh who cares," she said as she slid off the chair.

She handed you her drink as she took her bag with her to the bathroom.

"Don't leave, keep my drink healthy." She said pointing her finger at you. You just chuckle and roll your eyes.

She acted like it was your first time.

Your foot waved in the rythem of the music, they were playing Freed from desire, so you occasionally sung along. You circled the drink in your hand as you took another sip.

A man one chair next to you sat down. He looked stressed. He was wearing a white buten up, which was now loosend up with a loose tie around his neck. His sleeves were rolled up too. He was an conventionally attractive man, he had good cheekbones and a jawline that makes you jealous. He just looked like a doll.

He ordered an whiskey as the bar tender poured it in and gave it to him. He gulped it down immediately giving the bar tender the glass for another. The bar tender pursed his lips as he poured him another drink. He took the glass of whiskey in his hand and circled it around, watching the liquid in it move around just before he gulped that one as well.

"Are you alright?" You chuckle asking him. He turns to you hesitantly.

"Yea..." he nodded.

"You don't look alright" you cheekly smile at him.

"Uhm, it s just, my ex wife. She's a bad woman." He said playing with the glass. You furrow your eyebrows.

"Did she cheat on you?" You exclaimed in shock.

"Well, yea, a couple of months back. But she's just a bad woman all together." He furrows his eyebrows getting lost in his own thought.

He continued with slight panic in his eyes"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have told you this-"

"No its alright, my friend always talks to me about her problems so I'm basically her therapist now." You chuckle as you took a sip of your cocktail. A slight chuckle exited his mouth.

"You don't know who I am?" he asked with furrowed eyebrows, facing you. Now you could see his icy blue eyes that matched his face perfectly.

You tilt your head to the side. "Should I?" You ask in a slight jokingly manner.

He just chuckles himself looking down at his feet. "Oh it's better for you to not know." He smiled to himself, and then looked at you.

"You aren't on any wanted posters right?" You joke as he chuckled.

"I'm not anyone serious." He just shrugs.

"Well now I'm curious. Who are you?" You ask resting your head on the palm of your hand.

"I'm an actor." He smiled.

"Actor? Really?" You say with impressment.

"Not much of a fan of movies myself, I'm more of a theater kid." You wink causing him to chuckle.

"So you seriously don't know who I am?" He asks in disbelief.

"Well I guess so." You smile as you take sip of your piña colada.

"What's your most popular movie, I might know." You ask as he looks down.

"Well I was in Batman." He looks up back at you.

"Ouu I love Lego batman movie!" You exclaim with a large smile.

He chuckles a bit before he talked. "Not that Batman, live action, Christof Nolans Batman."

You furrow your eyebrows as you looked at him. He just sighed. "I played the villain. Basically a psychopath who wanted to make the whole city mad." He talked as you nodded.

"Who would think of such a nice man like you acting a psychopath." You smiled.

"You must be good then." You said to him as he just chuckled looking at the crowd than back at you.

"I wouldn't think so..." he mumbled.

"What else?" You ask him, he furrows his eyebrows.

"What other movies have you been in?" You reconstruct your sentence.

"Uhmmm wellllll. After that, I was in a romcom where I played a guy who basically works at blockbusters." He chuckled.

"Then I was in the movie where I played this sleepy guy, its a psychological film. Also by Christof Nolan." He mentioned.

"I was also in a couple of war movies. And a couple of just action movies." He shrugged.

"So you went from romcoms to war movies?" You exclaimed in impressment.

"I started with theater work, my first film was actually Disco Pigs, if you know it." He furrowed his eyebrows.

"Oh I'm more familiar with theater than movies." You chuckle.

"Heyyyy," you heard Charlottes voice behind you.

You turn to face her, you could see she not only pissed but also fixed up her makeup.

"Charlotte, would you believe me if I told you that he's an actor who played from romcoms to action movies and also war movies." You said pointing at the guy who was humbly chuckling.

"I lost you on the actor part, you look like a model beforehand." She chuckled taking a seat next to you.

"Oh cmonnn." He groaned.

"No we're honest, you should try modelling a bit. You've got the looks." You smile at him.

"I do modeling every now and then, when I'm asked nicely." He joked, both of you giggling.

"But he played a psychopath, then some movie freak in a romcom, than a guy in war." You said to Charlotte.

"You really are the jack of all trates." You smile turning to him.

"Oh stop with the compliments." He playfully rolled his eyes.

"I'm just being honest." You said throwing your hands up in the air.

You turn to Charlotte who was on her phone with a cheeky grin on her face.

"What is it?" You ask trying to see who she's talking to.

"It's Josh from last night." She cheekly smiled.

"He wants me to come over. But I told him no so I don't leave you alone in the club." Charlotte said turning off her phone.

"Noooo, you go ahead, I have no problem with leaving the club a bit early." You shrug.

"Are you sureeeee." Charlotte said squinting her eyes.

"You doubting me?" You joke as she just chuckles.

"But don't use it against me some day." Charlotte said pointing her finger in your face.

You just playfully roll your eyes. "Well I'll be leaving then." Charlotte said as she slid of the bar chair yet again.

"Mr. Actor guy, take care of her, you seem nice." Charlotte winked at him before she left. He just widened his eyes.

"Oh ignore her," you chuckle trying to justify Charlottes actions.

You didn't come to hook up, you came to make friends and have a good time. That's the reason why you are still a virgin, that and also looking that you're 19 getting into the club with a fake id.

The guy just chuckles as he looked at his empty glass. "You see, you haven't told me your name yet." The guy said looking up at you.

"Well I guess you're right." You shrugged.

"I'm Y/N." You smile at him.

"Y/N... pretty name." He smiled at you.

"You?" You ask him taking the last sip of your piña colada.

"Cillian, Cillian Murphy." He smiled.

"Cillian, weird name." You furrow your eyebrows.

"Weird or unique?" He asked squinting his eyes.

"I'd say unique." You smile back at him.

The two of you talked for a good bit, you learned that even tho he's a very successful actor he really doesn't like the attention, he's actually pretty interverted.

He really likes music, he told you when he was younger he planned to be an musician. He mastered three instruments but knew seven instruments in total. He just joked how he's a failed musician.

You bonded with your love for music and theatre. You also learned he has a son and a baby girl, the son was only around 10, while the girl was 6. He got married late so they had their kids pretty late too.

He talked to you how his ex wife Samantha was pretty abusive. Mentally and physically, towards him and his children. The breakup is messy and Samantha is trying to take the full custody of the children, lying that he's abusive.

He just got back from court, so that's why he was dressed so formally and why he was just so stressed.

"You need to relax a bit, you're getting a bit too worked up." You said as you placed your hand on his shoulder, in a reassuring way.

He chuckled looking at your hand and than at his hands that were placed on his thighs. He looked like wanted to say something but stopped himself. He just looked up at you and sighed.

He looked at you in a different way, so much different from the other looks he gave you. You realized what he was implying as your eyes widened.

You liked him, but not in that way. I mean, he is almost forty while you just turned 19.

But you felt bad for him, you could see the need in his eyes. He needed this. You just thought to yourself that this is just going to be a one off thing, that it's not going to be anything serious. It will be pretty sad seeing that your first time was a one night stand, but it will mean a lot to him.

You placed your hand on his thigh, trying to somewhat seduce him. His eyes widened with furrowed eyebrows, he looked down at your hand than back at you.

You take your hand back and sigh trying to cover this godly uncomfortable situation.

"I am so sorry I miss read you completely." You chuckle as you made fun of the situation as a cope. "Oh, oh no its alright." Cillian chuckled rubbing his forehead. It was quiet for a few seconds as you just stared at your feet.

"But..." he said a bit quietly with furrowed eyebrows.

"If I haven't made that reaction, would you really..." he said looking up at you.

"Well, yea. I see that your wife really gives you no attention so I thought you needed it, and seeing that you are so stressed, I put the two and two together and did what I did." You chuckle.

He chuckles as well looking at his hands. You look down at his hands as a slight seem caught your attention. If he didn't mean the needy look, he certainly means it now.

Your mouth slightly opens as you looked back up at him, who was still sat there staring at his pants. But now that I think about, he's probably staring at his bulge.

"Cillian..." you said softly.

His head shoots up with a flustered look on his face. Your lips crashed into his, he seemd suprised at first but he gave in the kiss, depthing it. Your hand glided around his neck as the other stayed under his jaw.

Your lips moved in sync with his, as his hand roamed from your hips to your waist, and the other stayed under your jaw. He kissed you hard, like he craved it.

You let out a slight moan in his mouth as his hand reached the small of your back.

"Let's go somewhere quieter, eh?" He breathly said, inch away from your face.

You cheekly smile at him, you've never felt this exited before. He slid off the chair and got his wallet out his pocket. He looked at the bar tender and tilted his head towards me.

"Oh you don't have to-" you start saying as he just brushes you off.

He payed the drinks and you start walking towards the exit, his hand on your lower back, lightly pushing you forward. It was a warm night so your mini skirt wasn't making you cold.

"Let me call my private driver." He said getting his phone out. You sarcastically roll your eyes as he just chuckles.

"I'm kidding, I'm calling a taxi." He says slightly looking over at you before dialling a number and putting it to his ear.

He ordered the taxi as you just waited. You played with your legs out of boredom, and then you just rested your hand on Cillians shoulder. He looked down at you and gave you a soft smile before looking forwards again.

"Do you do this often?" He asks getting lost in his own thought.

"Oh god no, I just... I don't know..." you sigh out.

"I honestly don't know why I'm doing this." You say looking up at him.

He furrows his eyebrows turning to you. He puts his hand in yours as he spoke

"If you don't wanna do this, and if your doing this just out of pitty then I don't want to either."

"No no, I want this..." you said first looking at your hand in his, and then back at him.

You don't know what took over you. You just needed him. You needed to feel him.

He softly smiled as the lights of the taxi dimmed his face. You both turn to look at the taxi that parked. He took your hand an lead the way towards the taxi.

"Good evening" he said to the taxi driver as you both sat down. He quickly glanced at you before giving out his address to the driver, while you just looked thru the window.

You feel the car start as you turn your look towards Cillian, who was already looking at you. Your lips gently connected as he held you by your chin. Your hand moved from his thigh to his crotch wanting to palm him, he slightly jumps so you move your hand away from his crotch and back to his thigh.

"To early..." you  breathly said between the kisses, smiling cause you made yourself look like an fucking idiot.

His hand stayed at your waist as his head tilted to deepen the kiss. The two of you made out all the way to his apartment, getting hotter by the second.

When you arrived at his apartment you were already all over eachother, breaking the kiss only to take quick breaths.

He stumbled with getting his keys in the door, cause he didn't wanna get separated with you. He soon got the key in the lock and quickly got it unlocked. The two of you stumbled in the room as Cillian closed the door behind you.

His hands were now stumbling to get your tight crop top off you. You pull away lifting your hands as Cillian pulls up your shirt and throws it somewhere in the apartment. He goes back to kissing your lips as he touches your breasts.

"Cillian..." you softly say between kisses.

"What is it baby" he breathed out as goes back in to kiss you.

"I've never done this before..." you said as you breathed heavily. He stops furrowing his eyebrows.

"You're a virgin?" He asks as his hands stopped at your hips. You shyly nod as he tilted his head lightly.

"Well, I mean we don't need to-"

"No Cillian, I want to. I just wanted to warn you so you don't get too surprised." You mumbled as you placed your hands on his shoulders.

He smiled before he dug into the creek of your neck. You moan feeling him. No one has ever touched you like this. He was the first to lay a mark on you.

You tilted your head in moans so you can give him more area to explore. His lips brushed over your jaw before they got to your earlobe, tugging on it lightly.

Your hands roamed under his butten up, feeling his muscles and skin textures. You pull your hands away and start unbuttoning his shirt. He kissed you on the lips as he helped you take the button up off.

He continued kissing, your teeth clashing  as he lead you by your waist to the bed. He lightly pushes you on the bed as you bounce off.

He stood there admiring how much of a ragdoll you were in his arms. He hungrly took your skirt off in one slik move. He unclipped your high heels and threw them somewhere on the floor too. You were now half naked, all of your best parts coverd.

He crashed his lips into yours, the kiss being hard and sensual. He quickly unclipped your bra and immediately dove into your breasts.

"Damn your perfect." He said under his breath.

He licked around your areola, teasing you, as with his other hand he played with your nip. He gently kissed on your nipple, lightly sucking it. He kissed his way towards the other nipple as he grouped your breast, leaving it all sensitive. He pinched your nipple with his fingers as you wince.

His hands slowly roamed to your underwear and started tugging on them. You lift up your hips to help him take it off. His head still in between you boobs as he feeld around your waist and thighs.

He got up pulling you by your ankles as he placed his hands between your thighs, gently spreading you. His hand roamed your inner thighs, kissing and licking, occasionally nibbling.

He was dangerously close to your now drenched core. You feel his breath hit your clit as giddiness overwhelmed you. He flattened his tounge, licking through your folds. You got out an throaty moan as you bucked your hips.

"Getting a bit inpatient are we?" He snickerd bellow as you just whine in response.

He circled around your clit as he sucked on it thru his teeth. He licked to you entrance where he shoved his tounge in. You moan before you sucked in your breath. His tounge danced inside you before you felt his finger enter below his tounge.

"Fuck~ yes!" You moan out, as you've never felt this kind of a sensation.

Your fingers nor your brush would never be able to do this. He pumped his finger thru your velvety insides, as you clench around him.

He soon added another finger, streaching you out nicely. Your hips bucked up and down as you grew closer.

He pulled out earning a loud needy moan. He breathed heavily as he looked at you, trembling beneath him. He started unbuckling his belt as you immediately jump to help him. You may have been a virgin, but you knew how to suck a mans dick. You learned on the way to get what you want.

You unbuckled his belt throwing it somewhere in the room, he let you take over as he looked down at you. You seductively pull his zipper off, even tho your clit was pulsing with need.

You pull down his pants as he helped you take them off completely. He was left in his dark blue Calvin Klein boxers. You see his bulge now way more visibly. It was bigger that you had ever seen, and you got worried on how you'll manage suck him entirely. 

"What is it darling?" He teased as you sat there mouth half open looking at his massive bulge.

You pull down his boxers, somewhat slowly, showcasing inch by inch of his cock. You got his underwear completely off, as his dick shoot up slightly over his belly butten. His dick was oozing with precum, as you placed kitty licks to take the precum off his tip.

You licked down his dick before surrounding his cock with your lips. You moved your head up and down as you sucked as hard as possible. Your hand was following your mouth as you were looking up at him, seeing him furrow his eyebrows in need.

You got your hand off his dick as you more aggressively bobbed your head. You felt his dick hitting the back of your throat, just before he hits your gag reflexs.

You were so cose to deep throathing him, but you just couldn't all by yourself. He held your head sternly as he thrusted into you mouth, getting all the way into your mouth before slightly pulling out. He continued to thrust into your mouth, face fucking you.

You moaned onto his dick sending vibrations. He groaned as he breathed heavily, now thrusting harder, making you gag. Your spit collected all over your chin.

Tears build up in your eyes as he thrusted even farther, his dick bending into the curve of your neck. Your nose kept on hitting his pelvis as he held onto you tightly, hoping it'll leave a mark. He got out a strong throaty moan, sounding like it came from the bottom of his chest.

His dick appeared and disappeared thru your neck, you could see your throat expanding in sync with Cillians thrusts.

"Fuck... Oh my god. Fuck!" He groaned out as you felt ropes of cum cover your throat.

He thrusted a couple of times more as you picked up all the energy you had to suck. He pulls out of your mouth making a plopping sound. His dick was softened as he kissed your head and then lifted you chin with his two fingers.

He softly smiled at you before pulling you into a nice gentle kiss. You got worried for a second that this would be it. That he had his job finished and that he's just going to kick you out. But that was not the case here.

He leaned into you making you back away closer to the bed. He was now laying on top of you, his hand gliding all over your body, feeling your every bone and muscle. You moaned into his mouth, opening your mouth wide enough for his tounge to enter.

Your tounges danced tango as the kiss deepened. You feel his cock brush over your thigh, it already being stiff. His hand slowly travelled against your curves to your hips, where he rubbed on your hip bone.

He slowly moved his hand back at your clit, rubbing it with his thumb. You whined as you bucked your hips, you were desperate for his touch. He kissed you one more time, passionately before he got up on his knees.

He breathed heavily as he admired you from above, minimalistically rubbing his steel hard cock. He places his dick onto your clit as you whine. He rubs his dick up and down your slit as you yelped out.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He breathed out with lust in his eyes.

"I'm sure Cillian..." you breathed out, awaiting his dick.

You feel the tip of his hard cock enter you. You arch your back as a throaty moan left your body.

"Fuck! Cillian." you moaned out as he pressed his dick deeper in you.

He watched his dick disappear in your wet cunt, making him wince.

"Fuck, youre so tight it's ridiculous." He groaned out.

You felt his balls hit your ass as you arch your back. He was hitting you in all the right places.

"You alright?" He said out of breath.

You hum in response as you buck your hips onto his cock. He holds himself up by your hips, holding a tight grip. He pulls out of you almost completely before he slammed back into you.

"Agh! Fuck!" You moan as Cillian hit your cervix.

He continued slamming into you, your ass turning all red from the hardnes of his slams. He quickened up his pace, as he continued to slam deeply and deeply. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he rammed into you.

You were a moaning mess under him, grabbing onto the sheets and pillows beside you. You place your hand on his shoulder blades, digging your nails in him. You pathetically whine, you throwed your head back as you feel a slap onto you clit.

Seeing your reaction to this, Cillian slapped your pulsing clit again, feeling a stinging sensation. You digged your nails deeper into his shoulders as he started pounding into you. The headboard of the bed moved violently as it made damages to the wall behind.

His hand glided from your waist to your neck. He held you there as you feel a drop of blood falling on your stomach, it was from your nails digging into his shoulders too hard. But he didn't say anything so you kept your hands there.

He leaned down on you, holding himself up by his elbows as you moand in his ear. You babbled out his name, and said crazy shit you would usually never say. You moved your hands from his shoulder to his back, scratching him all over as you hear him groan.

You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you. He was now completely pounding into you. Your ass cheeks hurt, after every slam they felt a sting. He kissed you muffling your moans, as you struggled to kiss him back.

He left your swollen pussy as you loudly cry out in need. He quickly flips you over on your hand and knees. He pushes your torso down as your ass stayed up in the air. He took all of your hair in one fist as  he entered you once again.

He pulled your head back, arching your back. He immediately started ramming into you as you screamed out. Your hands were all over the place, they wanted to hold onto something but there was nothing there.

Cillian slowed down as he took both of your hands, holding them behind your back by the wrist. He slammed into you once, as you let out a loud throaty moan. He slammed again, getting more consistent.

"Yes Cillian! This pussy's yours! Only yours!" You babbled, you had no clue what you were saying.

His hand left you hair as he slapped your ass, leaving a red mark behind. You yelp out as he slaps your ass yet again. He lets go of your wrists and pushes your head against the silk sheets.

He leans on that hand, as it leaves marks all over your face. You whine and moan, as you hear him groan above you. His breaths were loud and shaky, and his groans were urgent.

He fastened up his pace making your moans inaudible. Your voice cracks as he slows down for a second, before immediately going back. Your walls were closing in on him as your legs shaked, giving up on you.

You felt like you were just on the edge of finishing this all. His groans grew more urgent and more consistent, making you think he's about to cum too.

You couldnt wait any longer as you felt your strings being pulled to hard, snapping them. Just as you released all around his cock, he released his ropes of cum into your cervix. You moan loudly, and so does Cillian.

Your legs shooke during the release, giving up on you as soon as it was over. You feel Cillian pull out of you, at once feeling all empty without him. He flops beside as you caught your breath. You looked at him as his eyes were barely open. He breathed heavily, his chest going up and down.

"Fuck Y/N..." he groaned out turning his look to you.

"I don't think I'll ever feel anything better than this." He sighed looking at you as your eyelashes fluttered.

"My standards are now fucked because of you." You joke as he got up.

"You hungry?" He asked politely.

"I am a bit." You were starving, but you felt embarrassed to say.

"What would you like? I can order." He said as he took his phone from his trousers that were on the floor.

"Uhm, Chinese would be good." You weakly smiled.

He smiled back as he went to the bathroom. You hear water rushing, realizing that he's probably making a bath for the two of you.

"We'll pick out our food when we get out of the bath" he said getting out of the bathroom and reached where you were laying.

He sat down, looking at you with his blue eyes, they looked so angelic in this dimmed light.

"Did I go too hard on you?" He asked as he got all the hair from your face out of the way.

"A bit. But I enjoyed every second." You smile, making him smile even bigger.

He quickly pecks your cheek as he rushed to the bathroom to check up on the bath. You hear the water flow stop before he entered the room once again.

"C'mere." He grunted picking you up with ease. You rest your head on his chest as he placed you in the warm bath. He takes a small basket and showed you, in there were bathbombs.

"Choose one." He said softly. You look thru the basket taking out a hear shaped bathbomb and gave it to him. He smiles as he unravels it. He places the bathbomb inside as it fizzled away.

He took his phone and sat in the bathtub, opposite side of you. You picked out your meals and placed the order. You snuggled up against him and rested your head on his chest. He got his arm around you as he placed small and passionate kisses all over your head and forehead.

He was so careing, he wasn't the type of guy to fuck and leave, he actually cared about you. You lit your head up to look at him. He looked back at you with the most loving eyes, you melted away in his touch. You place small kisses all over his neck, nibbling on some places.

You gave him small kitty licks, tasting his salty sweat. You sucked on some spots, that'll leave a mark. You sat on his lap, your arms around him as he placed gentle kisses over your neck and shoulders. You feel him glaring at you, you lift up your head seeing his looking down at you.

He warmly smiled as he leaned down to give you a soft kiss on the lips. It was short, yet passionate. He kissed your jaw before he cuddled into you. You sat there for a good 10 minutes, imbracing eachother.

Cillian got up drying himself off and wrapping the towel around his hips. He was busy doing something in the bedroom as you got your whole head under the water, it was refreshing. He got what it looked like to be sheets in the laundry basket, he came up to you and kissed your forehead

"The food will be here in five minutes." He smiled as you gave a quick nod.

He helps you out of the bathtub. You were basically incapable of standing up so you just sat on the edge of the bathtub as Cillian dried you off. He got a robe on you as he carried you to bed, where there were newly placed sheets.

He kissed your nose with a warm smile before he handed out the remote for the TV. You heard knocking on the door, Cillian went to the door, took the food and carried it to you.

He got some new underwear on and layed down next to you. You already had your food in hands, eating away as you flipped thru the channels.

"Anything interesting?" He asked as he took his food.

"Well, I don't really know any of these movies so I don't know...." you squint your eyes as you flipped thru the channels.

"Oh go back." Cillian exclaimed. You turn a couple of channels back,

"There, stop." He said, "it's a film named Taxi Driver. It's good, you know Robert De Niro? He's in it." He smiled looking at you.

"Rober De Niro? Oh he was in that Dirty Grandpa movie" you smiled.

Cillian widend his eyes. "Don't say that to anyone else, from now on you know him from Taxi Driver or Good Fellas." He warned.

"Oh, okay" you chuckle as you slurp your ramen.

The film was good, you actually really enjoyed it. You loved the soundtrack of it and just the whole nature of the film. It grew to be your favourite.

After you ate your food, and watched the movie, you fell asleep in Cillians arms. He watched you as you drozed off into dreams, you looked so peaceful and beautiful. He kissed your cheek before he got to sleeping himself.

°•.·°•°·.•°

Sun beamed into your eyes. You flicker them open as you feel a pair of hands around you. You melt away back into his touch. He snuggles up against you as he moves his legs over yours. You smile to yourself as you closed your eyes.

°•.·°•°·.•°

You felt commotion around you, you lift up your heavy eyelids looking around you. You see Cillian getting ready in the mirror, tieing up his tie. He quickly glances at you before he widely smiles.

"You're awake." He said. You smile as you sit up.

You try to get on your feet to walk a bit, you feel aching pain in your thighs so you immediately sit back down. Cillian rushes to you.

"Take it easy, I'll take care of you." He smiled grabbing your hand.

He kissed the top of your head as you smiled up at him. He went back to his mirror taking a balzer a putting it on. He was dressed so businesy, he looked really sexy.

"How will I get home?" You ask as your feet dangled off the edge of the bed.

"I'll drop you off. I got some clothes prepared for you." He said taking some clothes from a chair.

"These were the smallest ones I had." He said giving you some shorts and a t shirt.

You got it on you with the help of Cillian of course. The shorts were to you knees, while the shirt looked ridiculous large on you.

"Oh I can't go in public like this" you groan with a small chuckle.

"You'll be fine, no one will see you, we'll be careful." He smirked.

On you feet you had to take one of Cillians slippers, that also looked laughably large. Cillian gave a bag where you put all your old clothes in.

He helped you walk to the elevator and to the car. He got into the driver seat as you got into the front seat. You buckle your seatbelt and told Cillian th address as he drove off.

"Cillian, when will I give you all these clothes back?" You ask.

"Oh you don't need to, keep it as memory." He smiled looking at you, before at the rode.

"You sure?" You ask.

"Yea I'm sure." He smiled.

You reached your apartment building where you and Charlotte stayed.

"This is your stop m'lady." He smiled as he stopped his car.

"Will you be able to make it up?" He asks you with concern on his face.

"I'll be alright, I'm used to it now." You smiled.

"Well, thankyu Y/N. It means a lot, way more than you think." He kindly smiled.

You smile back as you waved goodbye, heading towards the building. He drove of as you limped to the building.

Too bad it was an one time thing.

[alotofpockets]

Christmas plans | Katie McCabe

Pairing: Katie McCabe x Arsenal!Reader

Prompts: "Is that a hickey?"

Warnings: Mention of reader not having a good relationship with their family, small mention of anxiety.

A/n: Despite the prompt and the warnings, this is overall just a very fluffy fic!

Masterlist | Woso masterlist | Words: 2.8k

All around you your teammates were sharing their Christmas plans. You were stretching before training, and the conversation about winter break came up, and everyone was excitedly sharing their plans to visit their families. You dreaded the moment you would be asked about your plans, because opposed to all their excited plans with family, you had no plans of your own. The reason you weren’t going to visit your family during the holidays is because you don’t have a good relationship with them. Since you were still rather new at Arsenal, not many of your teammates knew about this part of your life, though.

Inevitably the question was thrown your way by Lia. Your long time Ireland teammate, and best friend, noticed the panicked look in your eyes, and answered before you had the chance to. “Y/n, is joining me for Christmas. We’re going to stay with my family for a couple days.” You were grateful that the conversation continued after Katie’s response. You had known Katie for years, having met at the U17 team, she had been there for you almost every time that something surrounding your parents had happened.

After training you’re the last one in the dressing room with Katie, the perfect moment to thank Katie for her cover up. “Of course, anytime. You should actually come though.” With a furrowed brow you look back at her. “Oh no, it’s fine. I can just stay home. It’s a family holiday, I don’t want to intrude.” Katie packs the last of her stuff into her backpack, “I think you've spent enough time at the house to be considered family.” It's true, you had spent a lot of nights staying at the McCabe's when things got bad with your parents. “Mom loves you more than she loves me anyways, I know she would love for you to join us. Plus, I think it would be really nice.” So, like that it was settled, you were joining the McCabe’s for Christmas.

Gary was there to pick you up from Dublin Airport. You greeted him with a quick hug, before putting both your own and Katie’s suitcase in the trunk, letting Katie have a moment with her dad. The drive to their place wasn't long, so in no time you were hugged by the rest of the McCabe family that was currently home. “It's so good to see you, Y/n! I'm glad you could join us for Christmas.” Katie's mom excitedly shares, making you feel welcome instantly. “I wasn't sure where you preferred to sleep, I can make up the couch, Gary can set up an air mattress, or I can ask one of the kids that won't come home until Christmas eve if you can take their room for the time being? I'm afraid that the guest room is currently occupied by quite a mess, as we've been renovating a bit.” Katie goes in to hug her mom as well. “Don't be silly, mom, we can just share my room.” She looks your way to see if you're okay with that too. “Yeah, I'm fine sharing with Katie. What have you been renovating?” You knew that Gary loved showing off what he was working on. Like you expected he excitedly asked you to follow him, as he was pointing to everything he was planning on fixing. You listened full of interest, always having loved listening to people talk about what they are passionate about.

Meanwhile in the living room Katie gets questioned by her sisters. “So, does Y/n joining us for Christmas mean you guys are finally together?” Ella starts. “Y/n's here because she's my best friend. Also, what do you mean finally?” Her brow furrows slightly. “Come on, you can't tell me you don't like her more than that.” Lauryn continues, clearly sharing the same thoughts about the two of you as Ella. In response Katie just rolls her eyes and walks away, joining her mom in the kitchen. Leaving a smirking Ella and Lauryn behind, “She didn't deny it.” The two of them share a look, “So, we're definitely going to try to get them together before Christmas right?” 

“Already done with your sisters? You only just got here.” Sharon jokes with her daughter. “They're meddlers, I did not come here for that.” Katie jokes back, as she sits down with her mom. “Not to meddle but-” Sharon laughs at the warning look Katie sends her way, “I always thought the two of you would make a lovely couple. I want you to find your own way, though, and of course I just want to see you happy.” Not a minute later you walk back into the room, deep in conversation with Gary. Katie takes the moment to pull you away, bringing your suitcases up to her room, and settling in.

It was already late, so you and Katie decided to call it a night, getting some well deserved rest after a busy few months. The next day you planned to go shopping with Katie, insisting on getting her family members presents of your own and not just sharing the ones that she had ordered to her parent’s home over the past couple of weeks. 

You weren’t the biggest fan of shopping when a holiday as big as Christmas was coming up, with all the busyness that came with it but you wanted to get them something nice since they were opening up their home for you. Katie noticed the slightly panicked look in your eyes as you entered the mall, and reached for your hand. You squeeze it appreciatively, before intertwining your fingers with hers. She guides you around the mall, entering all the stores you want to check out. Having Katie close by helped a lot with your anxiety, Katie always knew how to be there for you in any situation. 

When you got all the presents you wanted to get, the two of you settled in a little cafe. You were sipping on your hot chocolates, and watching the Christmas decorations around the mall, when two young girls walked up to you, accompanied by their mother. “Hi, we’re so sorry to interrupt but we were wondering if maybe my daughter's could take a picture with the both of you, they're big fans.”  Katie stood up and greeted them, “Yeah, of course you can.” She beamed. You stood up as well, giving each of the little girls a hug. The mom got ready to take the picture, as the girls moved to stand in between the two of you. Their wide smiles didn't falter when they stepped away. You took a moment to talk with the girls, before they went on their way again. The mom thanked you for making her girl's Christmases. Both you and Katie love meeting fans, the young ones especially, as it showed you that what you were doing was inspiring young children. 

On the way back Katie told you about one of the Christmas traditions her family had. “So, each year mum buys everyone a pair of Christmas pajamas, and we spend the evening watching Christmas movies.” You thought it was an adorable tradition. So much so that when you got back you had to fight to keep in your tears when Sharon let you know that she had placed pajamas for both you and Katie on Katie’s bed. You thanked Sharon before Katie pulled you towards her room, knowing how much you hated crying in front of people. Once in her room, you fall down on the bed. Katie sits down next to you, and you instantly reach for her touch by laying your head down in her lap. You let your tears flow freely, while she gently strokes your hair. “Do you want to talk about it?” Katie asks softly. “Just that your family is so loving, and they’re including me in all of it. I’m not used to that, and the difference is a lot. It’s really nice though, they’re making me feel very loved.” You lift yourself up from Katie’s lap, “Anyways, we should head down.” Katie shakes her head, pulls you into her side, and falls down onto her back, pulling you along with her. “They can wait for a little bit.” You try to protest but when Katie doesn’t give in, you relax into her. Your head now on her chest, as she continues to play with your hair. 

Once you feel ready to head downstairs, your eyes finally land on the pajamas that Sharon picked out. A pair of matching red flannel pants, along with two simple black t-shirts. You both change into the outfits quickly, before joining the festivities downstairs. The family pilled down in the living room, the table filled with snacks, and the first Christmas movie started playing on the TV. It doesn’t take long for you to snuggle into Katie, who instantly wraps her arm around you. The moment not going unnoticed by Ella and Lauryn, who share a knowing look.

The next morning you head downstairs in your matching Christmas pajamas for family breakfast. Today the family had plans to go to a nearby Christmas market, play some board games, and in the evening you and Katie were planning on going on a Christmas light walk. You had seen an ad for the event in the mall, and were very excited to go.

Right as you walk through the door post, Lauryn says, “Katie, what's that above you?” Katie looks up and you follow her gaze. You didn't see the warning look that Katie sent her sister's way. “Why is there a mistletoe?” Both Lauryn and Ella try to hide their giggles, while Ella says, “It's a Christmas tradition to kiss someone under the mistletoe, so I assume it is to spread the holiday joy.” with a slightly teasing tone. Katie looks back over to you, searching your face for what she should do. “We don't have to, if you don't want to.” You lock your eyes on Katie's, “I mean it's bad luck if we don't, right?” You joke back, sending her a smile and a nod, letting Katie know you're okay with it. Katie leans in and pecks your lips. “So, breakfast?” Katie says as she quickly turns around again, hiding her flushed cheeks from you.

Your morning and afternoon were jam-packed with family activities, and while you loved every part of it, your mind kept going back to Katie’s lips on yours. How soft they were, and how badly you wanted to kiss her again. Though, you had convinced yourself that for Katie the kiss was probably just for the tradition of it. You couldn't have been more wrong though, Katie badly wanted to talk to you about the kiss, but she hadn't been able to get you alone for a single moment today. 

The first moment the two of you were alone that day, was on the way to the Christmas light event. The car ride itself was quiet besides the radio softly playing in the background, both of your minds running at full speed. Katie parks the car, and right from the parking lot you could already see lights all around you. While you were slowly turning to take in all of the beautiful lights, Katie’s eyes were fixed on you. “What?” You say while a blush rushes to your cheeks, when you notice Katie’s eyes on you. The usual confidence of the girl in front of you, replaced by nervousness. “Nothing, it’s stupid.” She says trying to turn away but you grab her arm and pull her back around. “If you’re thinking about it, it’s not stupid.” You seemingly convinced her as she took a deep breath. “Would you have kissed me if we weren’t standing under a mistletoe?” The question takes you by surprise, as you had convinced yourself that it was just you lingering on the moment you had shared this morning. “Nevermind, forget I said anything.” Katie turns on her heels again, thinking she had her answer by the lack of your response. The action makes you jump into action, once again reaching for her arm. This time you don’t just use the pull to turn her around, you also use it to bring her closer to you. You lean in and connect your lips, smiling into the kiss, as you feel Katie kiss back. The feeling of her soft lips moving in sync with yours sent shivers down your body, while simultaneously making you feel warm inside. 

After you pull away from the kiss, you look at Katie and see the Christmas lights reflect in her eyes. “In case that didn’t answer your question properly, that meant yes.” You joke, making her laugh. She playfully pushes you away, before stepping besides you again to intertwine your hands. You spend the evening walking around the lit up city center, enjoying every moment together. 

You arrive back at Katie’s childhood home way past midnight, so the house is already quiet. She pulls you into the warmth of the home by your hand, only feeling you resist when you walk through the doorway to the living room. She follows your eyes up to the mistletoe under which you shared your first kiss. Katie takes a step back to stand in front of you, and wastes no time to connect your lips. The kiss started out soft and sweet, but quickly turned more passionate. Katie pulls away from the kiss breathlessly, “To be continued.” She says as she takes your hand once more and guides you to her room.

The next morning you wake up in Katie’s arms, a feeling you would like to never forget. “Good morning, beautiful.” Katie whispers as she places a kiss on your forehead. A wide smile forms on your face, “Good morning.” After sharing a few soft kisses, you get ready for family breakfast. The food each morning had been amazing, you were so excited for what Christmas would bring. 

Lauryn asked if both of you wanted to join her on the pitch that afternoon, which of course you agreed to. It might be winter break, but football was a passion you would always take a moment for. You had been on the pitch for about an hour, when Katie decided to take her jacket off. "Is that a hickey?" Lauryn said loud enough for the whole town to hear. Katie sends a panicked look your way, you shrug your shoulders, knowing there isn’t anything you can do now besides mouthing a sorry her way. Lauryn followed the interaction, her smile growing wider. “Oh my god, it so is! I gotta tell Ella that her mistletoe idea worked.” Katie chases after her youngest sister, tackling her to the ground before she could reach her phone. “You and Ella are a pair of meddlers.” She said, shaking her head, as she helped Lauryn up. “It worked didn’t it? Mum’s gonna love this.” You watched the interaction with a smile on your face, realizing that her whole family was rooting for the two of you together. 

On Christmas Eve the rest of the McCabe siblings, along with their partners and children joined you at the McCabe’s, and it wasn’t long before they all knew about you and Katie. You were nervous at first, not wanting the dynamic to change, but quite the opposite happened. They were happy for the both of you, and continued to treat you as family, like they had done the past couple of days. 

All in all it was a wonderful Christmas with her whole family, lots of presents, amazing food, and company from the loving family. Katie was watching you interact with her cousins with adoration in her eyes, she couldn’t wait to continue creating memories together. The family got together for a series of group pictures. You took a couple of the McCabe siblings, and some of them all together with their parents, as well as Sharon taking individual ones of each of her children with their partners, and kids if they had them. 

Katie later posted a collection with her favorite ones, along with the caption ‘Family time❤️🎄’. She added the picture Sharon took of the two of you, where you have your arms around her waist, as she places a kiss on your cheek. You posted the ones you were on to your own Instagram with the caption, ‘Thank you for the best Christmas ever❤️’. 

It didn’t take long for the Arsenal group chat to explode upon seeing your posts. You were laying in bed with Katie, scrolling through the loving messages your teammates were sending your way after Katie confirmed that the pictures indeed meant that you were her girlfriend. That night you went to bed feeling happier than you had ever felt. Truly a high to end the year on.

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[evenmorefatallyobsessed]

Hey so to anyone whose ever wondered why I like Jaune I could probably give a good amount of reasons.

From his knight aesthetic, to him not being a Gary Stu, but a very flawed, believable character whose trying to improve himself. Hell I LOVE that he is a reference to Joan of Arc.

That he's not classically played masculine, but also isn't portrayed effeminate or flamboyant to oppose it either. I like that Jaune feels like someone who at a glance could be from a earth.

He feels like he was a Civilian, and you know what, I also have a weakness for blue eyed blondes... Maybe that's why I Love the idea of there being a whole family of them.

Heck conceptionally Jaune has a lot in common with the stereotypical Shonen protagonist... But then again so does Ruby and Yang. And Blake fit the more edgy manga Protags...

But if I had to name one thing I like about Jaune, even more then his determination/ Willpower (Stubbornness when it's misdirected like it was in Jaunedice)

I think what I like most is, well... That Jaune is arguably the bravest character in RWBY (Oscar could be argued to be that too though)

Let me explain, so... Everyone else in Beacon is different then Jaune mentally. And the reason is simple. a combination of their aura and training...

All the main cast besides Jaune were overpowered teenagers with strength like Captain America. And there in lies the reason.

They don't view things the same way Jaune does, in the Red Trailer, we literally see Ruby tear apart a horde of Beowulves in minutes on the way to visit her mother's grave. Which implies she does this regularly on said trek.

Now for those watching we gain the same mentality and understanding as the girls of RWBY. Beowulves aren't that strong, their mobs... Weak, easy to beat and need big numbers to be even a bit challenging.

But if you simply look at them, compare them to Ruby... Every Beowulve is a freaking WEREWOLF!!!

That is fucking terrifying, take away the aura and that is a brickshitting situation Ruby is in. But to her it's really not, because she has spent her whole life killing these things to the point where she can do so effortlessly.

Hell we see this again in Yang when she literally doesn't just enter a fight with a gang of known armed criminals but starts it! Literally grabbing the kingpin by the balls.

Which, why wouldn't she, she punches fucking armored Grizzly bears to death. And so everyone one of JNPR and RWBY outside of Jaune look at Grimm and Criminals in the sense of...

Oh neat, a bad guy, let's kill/ beat them up...

When their being fired at their not thinking they could get shot, NO! Their thinking it's okay to get shot a few times cuz they have aura that'll protect them.

And that's why Jaune is so brave, he went to Beacon as a civilian, unaware of aura. Now stop and think about how far behind Jaune was actually in his own mind.

Because remember, he didn't know about aura, the stuff that lets everyone else be so OP. Jaune fought a Ursa Major and killed it without prior training and wasn't using aura techniques, he had enough physical prowess and strength to cleave through it in a single shot...

A literal Marine couldn't do that... But Jaune did, if it were a world without aura, Jaune would've easily been one of the physically strongest people. But because aura existed, people who were trained their entire lives with it are worlds apart above him.

But my point is this, everyone else isn't so much brave as confident and in Yang and Weiss's cases moreso arrogant. Ruby looked at a Goliath while she was in Mt. Glenn and her first thought was to go and kill it... That thing was a fucking Kaiju. And she wasn't scared of it, oh no she was excited to kill it!

Initiation was literally fun for Yang, she had a blast during it, Nora too, Blake wasn't concerned and until she was forced to ride a Nevermore Weiss was so at ease that she was willing to strike out on her own instead of teaming up with someone else, not once but twice.

But Jaune is different, to him, a Beowulf is a monster that can kill him in a single strike...A Ursa is a beast that could kill the strongest men... A single attack could end you life...

And yet he was still willing to take initiation, there was no second chances, or magic barrier to protect him, hell he didn't even have a gun.

Dude was gonna fight bears and Werewolfs with a sword and shield. In his mind a single blow would kill him, this wasn't fun, this wasn't exciting or something to be taken lightly.

It was a life or death struggle, and just because Pyrrha gave him aura doesn't mean that mentality magically goes away. No to Jaune Grimm still are threat, it why he shows nervousness when fighting them unlike everyone else.

But he still does... everyone else fights Grimm like it's a game or chore. But to Jaune he is actually fighting for his life, these things scare him, fighting scares him, and mentally he is still very much leaning more towards civilian.

But it's because of that that when he fights he is being braver then all the others. Not to say their cowards though.

I think ultimately that's why I like Jaune most, because I never stop realizing that he is fighting in a darksouls game while everyone else feels like their in DMC.

But despite that he doesn't hesitate to fight beside them, to try and help and is willingly putting his life on the line when everyone else is just having a easy run of it.

And I'd argue this is why Ozpin made him leader.

[janeyseymour]

Intervention- pt 2

an anon asked for a part 2 where Barb might be hurt that she doesn't know about you.

WC: ~2.9k

“You have a girlfriend?” Jacob is the first to gasp out. “Mel Mel, I didn’t know that I wasn’t the only queer one in the school!”

Your girlfriend rolls her eyes. “Yes, I do have a girlfriend, and you ain’t nothin’ special kid. I just don’t make it as known as you do.”

“I’m Y/N,” you smile at the group. You then address them all by name. They look impressed. And then you get to Barbara Howard- of course you know that she’s your girlfriend’s work-wife. “And Barbara, I’ve heard the most about you. It’s truly a pleasure getting to finally meet you.”

“I wish I could say the same,” she glances at you as she shakes your offered hand. “Melissa has kept you her dirty little secret for how long?”

“Barb,” the redhead warns lowly. “She ain’t my dirty little secret- just a topic that hadn’t really come up in conversation.”

“Well, I would say that-”

“Why don’t you guys come on in,” you tell the group softly, trying to get the two squabbling women to quit. There does not need to be any point of contention while your girlfriend’s friends are here, and it certainly does not need to be over you. All you want to do is make a good impression.

They all enter the house that they thought they knew and had seen prior to the breakup with Gary. But now, it’s different. It’s… definitely still Melissa- but the plastic on the couches are gone, it’s a bit brighter, and there’s a sense of someone living in the space. It’s nice. You don’t miss the way that Barbara only continues to study you as you lead everyone in, offering drinks or food in the kitchen.

“Melissa wouldn’t let me in the kitchen for this, so please… know that you won’t get food poisoning from today,” you joke as you hold the redhead’s hand. “There are other beverages outside in a cooler if you would rather a beer or something like that. Please… help yourselves.”

You head outside yourself to go grab yourself and your girlfriend a Yuengling. “Does anybody want a beer?”

Mr. Johnson is the only one that agrees, the others deciding that a water or a soda is okay for now. So, you head out to grab three beers.

Meanwhile, the rest of the crew is staring down the mob-like woman that they thought they all knew.

“What?”

“Damn, Schemmenti,” Ava raises a hand for a high five. “She’s hot!”

Melissa just rolls her eyes, but she does give her boss a high five, along with Mr. Johnson.

“Well, tell us about her!” Jacob and Janine both look at the redhead urgently. “How long have you been together, what’s the deal with her?!”

Barbara just looks at the woman she thought trusted her enough to tell her about a relationship like this with crossed arms.

“She is here, so you can just ask her yourself you know,” Melissa chuckles as she sees you come back inside. You go for the bottle opener on the fridge, expertly popping the tops off of the beers before distributing them out. 

“Ask me what?” you ask as you snake an arm around Melissa’s waist and pull her closer gently.

“About you!” Janine states with fire. “We didn’t even know you existed!”

“Well,” you chuckle. “I’m Y/N, I’m an accountant down at one of the firms in Center City, Mel and I met at a Bally’s in Atlantic City, and we’ve been dating for about… a year and a half?”

“You kept this from us for a year and a half?” Gregory cuts in.

Your girlfriend just shrugs. “Youse never asked if I was dating anyone- just assumed I was single and mopey.”

You see the way that Barbara glares down her friend, and you try to cut the tension by inviting everybody to come sit outside in the small backyard that you have. They of course follow. 

You and Melissa allow everybody to find a seat before you go to sit, but of course, there is only one chair. She takes it while you perch on the side of it. With an eye roll, she pulls you into her lap.

“We’re dating, hun,” she tells you. “You’re allowed to act like you love me.”

“I do,” you laugh. “Was just trying to be respectful and not make anyone uncomfortable.”

“Greg and Janine were grinding up on each other at the club,” Ava laughs with a wave of her hand. “And that was before they were dating. Y’all are together, and have been for some time.”

The two mentioned blush as they look at each other… they were hoping their boss would’ve forgotten that by now.

It’s a bit of time as they chat and catch up, Melissa filling you in on the missing pieces as she sips from her beer, before conversation comes to a quiet lull. Barbara only continues to stare down the two of you, and it’s quite clear she isn’t happy.

Barbara Howard not approving of this relationship is something that could make or break what you have going on with who you genuinely think might be the love of your life. Barbara Howard was the one person that you were really hoping to impress, and she’s making it quite clear that she does not care for you. Barbara Howard hasn’t spoken a word to you or Melissa since the first few minutes that she’s been at the house. And it is making you beyond uncomfortable. 

“Well, I think I might start firing up the grill,” you sigh softly as you stand from your place in Melissa’s lap. “We have stuff for burgers and dogs, so… if everyone wants to let me know what they want, I can get that started?”

You have everyone’s orders being shouted at you faster than you can type the orders down in your notes. All of the orders have been taken except for… except for Barbara’s.

“Barbara?” you ask softly, eyes full of warmth. You’re really trying to get her on your good side.

“I’m fine,” she says astutely.

“Make a couple extra of each,” the redhead tells you. “I’ll grab a couple plates for you to put ‘em on as they’re finishing up.”

Of course, Mr. Johnson, Jacob, and Gregory both follow you over to the grill and make conversation with you as you cook, leaving the rest of the Abbott crew with your girlfriend.

While Jacob is questioning what feels like every aspect of your life at the grill, you can hear Barbara and Melissa getting into it.

“Are you seriously mad?” you can hear your girlfriend ask her work wife, clearly annoyed. 

“I don’t know why you wouldn’t trust me enough to tell me who’s courting you,” Barbara states, hurt evident in her voice.

“Nobody’s courtin’ me, Barb. This ain’t Bridgerton,” the second grade teacher retorts with a sarcastic laugh. 

“I just don’t understand why you wouldn’t tell me,” your girlfriend’s work wife tells her. “We’ve been friends for over fifteen years, and you’ve told me about other relationships- like Gary.”

“Because you approved of Gary,” Melissa tells Barbara.

“And what would make you think I wouldn’t approve of Y/N?”

“Well,” your girlfriend drawls out. “She’s a woman, you’re a woman of God, she’s a hell of a lot younger than we are, and it started out at a casino and sharing a cigarette. Forgive me if I thought that Barbara Howard, woman of God, might not like the backstory I would’ve given you.”

Barbara goes to spit something else out, but Janine cuts in rather quickly. For once, her and Ava are on the same team and are able to divert the conversation elsewhere. 

You awkwardly make your way over to the group, juggling plates in hand. “Dinner is served,” you smile as you set them on the table. “Did anyone want a beer or a seltzer or anything like that?”

There are a few that chime in, ready for a drink. You oblige their requests with a smile. Dinner is nice, if a bit stilted as people try to find common ground to chat with you about. It all ends up leading back to Abbott, and you can’t find yourself complaining. It’s quite funny to hear the hi jinx that happen in an elementary school and all of the background things that happen out of sight of the kids. And then the topic shifts to the relationship that everybody has with Melissa. You find that Melissa is like a mother to Jacob, an aunt to Janine and in turn Gregory, close friends with Ava despite appearances at school, Mr. Johnson and her have some sort of ally between the two of them, and of course you already knew her and Barbara were like work wives.

Barbara just huffs at that sentiment before sighing. “I suppose I should be heading out.”

“But Barb!” Janine protests. “We haven’t even started setting off fireworks!”

“I got the good ones too,” the custodian cuts in. 

But the woman dead set on heading home holds up a hand to halt their protests against her leaving. “It is time that I leave.”

She says goodbye to everybody before turning to you and your girlfriend. “Thank you for inviting me over,” is all she says. And then she’s seeing herself out.

The rest of the fourth of July gathering is quite nice, and you find yourself quite glad that you were able to meet the people that Melissa constantly talks about during the school year.

Before you know it, the school year is right around the corner. Despite having been in the same classroom for the last several years, Melissa asks if you’ll accompany her down to the classroom to prepare for her incoming students. You wholeheartedly agree, knowing that a good deed on your part will end up in well… a good deed.

As the two of you are lugging in a few boxes of new supplies, Barbara pulls up. There is no hello, no ‘how are you’. Just a simple glance before she turns her nose up at the two of you and begins to unload her own car.

“Barb,” your girlfriend calls in the direction of the kindergarten teacher. There is no dignified response. “Jesus Christ.”

“Give her a few minutes,” you tell the redhead softly as you pull yet another box of supplies out of your car. “She’s probably just in a rush to get all of her things in here before she exchanges pleasantries.”

“No,” the second grade teacher huffs. “She’s still all pissy that I didn’t tell her about you. Hasn’t reached out since the cookout.”

You know that to be quite odd. When the two are on good terms, they speak quite frequently- last year over Summer break they had spoken almost everyday. 

You just nod before jogging over to Barbara’s car and politely asking you if she needed any assistance. She told you no. So you jogged back to your own car before picking up the same box that you had earlier and carrying it into the school.

The two of you make another trip, as does Barbara. Still, there are no words spoken between the two, and you can clearly see that it’s upsetting your girlfriend.

In the confines of her classroom, you close the door and perch yourself on Melissa’s desk. “Babe?”

“What?” she asks as she continues to staple the border around her bulletin board.

“You need to take a breath and maybe consider things from Barbara’s side,” you say quietly.

“So you’re on her side?” Green eyes whip around and land on you.

You slowly climb off of her desk and go to pull her in gently by the waist. You give her a sweet peck on the lips before whispering, “I just don’t like seeing the tension between you and your best friend.”

“I’m not even mad at her,” Melissa shrugs. “She’s mad at me.”

“I understand that,” you promise your girlfriend quietly. “But… imagine how you would feel if she started dating someone seriously, and you didn’t find out until they had been living together and dating for a year and a half.”

“I wouldn’t have to imagine that, because she’s been married to Gerald for thirty years, and the two of them are more in love than-”

“Mel,” you sigh quietly. “Just… put yourself in her shoes. Please.”

“I would… I would be pissed,” the teacher admits. “But I know that she wouldn’t like how our relationship started, and I know she was pissed when I ended things with Gary, and-”

“She stood by you through your divorce, she stood by you through your breakup with Gary; you’ve seen her through almost everything her and Gerald have been through. I can see why she’s hurt right now, hun.”

“I don’t,” your girlfriend huffs. “She knows I’m a more private person.”

“But you aren’t with her,” you reason. “Around her, you’re you. She knows every piece of you, even pieces I don’t know yet. I don’t think she’s mad at you- I think she’s hurt. This is just how she’s showing her hurt right now.”

“So what do you suppose I should do about it?” Melissa purses her lips. You can’t resist stealing a quick kiss.

“I think you should talk to her,” you advise. “I think you should apologize for not telling her once things got more serious between the two of us, and then I think you should invite her out for a dinner with just the two of you so you can chat and tell her more about us before suggesting a dinner with all three of us.”

“When did you get to be so wise?” your girlfriend asks you as she pulls you just the slightest bit closer to her.

“I’ve had some practice,” you chuckle softly. Then you pat her butt gently. “Go. Talk to her.”

Melissa bites her lip nervously before nodding. She heads out the door. You follow a few seconds later.

“I’m just going to stand outside the door out of sight in case the two of you need any mediation,” you tell her when she turns around and looks at you curiously.

She nods before continuing her journey down to the kindergarten wing. She knocks on the door in a rhythm that you know is only saved for her work wife.

“Melissa,” Barbara says, but there’s a bit of bite in her tone.

“Barb,” your girlfriend says quietly. “Can we… can we talk?”

“About?”

“I came down to apologize to you,” the redhead says softly as she steps into the room a bit further.

“For?” You can practically see the woman folding her arms across her chest and looking at Melissa as though she’s a student.

“For not tellin’ you about Y/N,” Melissa breathes. “For keeping her a secret from you, and then not being considerate of the feelings that you have. I didn’t mean to upset you. I was just… nervous? I know that you’re a woman of faith with morals higher than I ever thought possible, and if it were to go up in flames with her, I didn’t want you to have to be there to pick up the pieces like you’ve done so many times before.”

“Melissa, if you thought I wouldn’t approve of the relationship you have with Y/N because she is also a woman, I would like to remind you that I adore Jacob like the son I never had,” the kindergarten teacher says evenly. “And we are best friends- I want to be there for you at the highest of highs and the lowest of lows. I do not care that you are dating a woman; I just want you to be happy. I wish you would have let me know earlier than you did. I thought we were closer than that.”

“We are,” your girlfriend says. “I messed up, Barb. An’ I’m sorry.”

“Well, thank you,” Barbara says quietly.

Melissa shifts where she stands. “How can I make it up to you? Dinner maybe? Just the two of us?”

You can hear the shift in tone between the two of them. Something changes. “I’d quite like that. I’ve missed you these past two months.”

You know it’s taking everything in Melissa to not make a comment about how she had reached out over the summer, but Barbara had not reciprocated. “I’ve missed you too,” you hear her say.

“And I better get to hear all about Y/N,” the kindergarten teacher chuckles. “She seems like a sweet girl, and she knows her way around a grill.”

“She’s… she’s really great, Barb,” you hear your girlfriend’s voice go soft- something she really only does when she’s talking about you. “She’s something special.”

“Well, I look forward to getting to know her,” Barbara chuckles. “And ooh, girl, do I have some things to tell you about what my girls got up to over the summer.”

“Over dinner? I’d be delighted, but right now Y/N is here helping me clean up my room for the upcoming year, and I’m sure she’d be more than happy to come help you too.”

And just like that, you know that everything just may be okay. Barbara and Melissa have made up, the kindergarten teacher herself said that you seem like a sweet girl, and now your girlfriend won’t be as much of a grump coming home from a hard day’s work today.

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[grim-lie]

so i read all 41 issues of the club penguin magazine and here are my findings

(fair warning this is pretty long lol)

heres jpg and auntie eating pizza

jpg and rookie being my faves (there are a LOT of images of them in this post, just take my word for it that i TRIED to cut it down)

^w^

at some point they gotta stop using that abbreviation

thye out them ib tje cottom canmdy.....,,,,,,,,,,

me and gang pulling up

i filled out most of the puzzles and stuff too

lore drop

:3

rookie stupid compilation GO

ok thank you

ad for the lorax

EVIL.

URETHRA!

can he?

heres jpg in jail btw

paige is DEAD.

gary the goofus guy

tried my hand at some puffles

i wouldve accepted in a heartbeat

ok but look at how cute they are

!!! ^_^ !!!

MS DIRECTOR

GET DOWN

ok that was that thank you

if you wanna read the magazines yourself here is a totes legal download link (remember that rockhopper canonically endorses pirating)

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Gary “Roach” Sanderson if he was in the CoD: MW Series (2019-2023)

LOOK-- I really like Roach (i watched the remastered mw2 2020 recently) and I wish he comes back later on in the current MW series. So for now (and my coping-ness) let’s imagine his dynamic with the gang! (These are all HCs with some in between dialogue and plot, and I'll be using some major plot points from the campaign. A lil' heads up, its been awhile since i've watched the gameplay so the timeline might be a bit confusing lol) Masterlist here ! And a previous HC of Roach here !

Roach gets recruited around the same time Gaz does, after the mission in London when Gaz’s team was trying to stop a cargo right in the middle of the city.

Roach is one of the many officers that gets called in for back-up

And then finds himself working in tandem with Gaz, covering each other’s backs as they try and secure the hostages

Price shows up as per usual and saves the two from under the rubble

Afterwards, with the two surprisingly not broken, they handle the aftermath and comes in the scene where Price recruits Gaz after he admits they had a great deal of info on the bust but was unable to act on it

Roach agrees, seeing the movements and reports that Gaz makes to their boss in the SAS, and feels mutual of how restricted they are right now

Seeing their conviction, Price gives a call to Kate and adds an additional person to the team-- Roach.

Then they all go on all sorts of missions together, Roach actually being the more grounded but chaotic of the three

So, lets say he adapts the shenanigans we do as players when we play as his POV in game

Randomly, he is picking up all sorts of guns from the ground, constantly swapping and taking too long to loot enemy bodies (that sometimes Gaz does it for him so they could move on quicker)

Price on the other hand just lets him does his thing-- until he rushes forward like a maniac and go guns blazing in the Embassy

But, he also gets scolded by plugging up comms from humming-singing, and--

what the fuck- PUT THE BANJO DOWN--

He's the type of person to be like that one guy who plays jazz music on his comms in a gun fight (yeah i made a gundam thunderbolt reference mhmm)

You'd think he'd go deaf but no, he takes peace in the chaos

Reveling and thriving in it actually, like he’s too used to the scene (he is but he would rather work in the moment then act in worry and in constant stress)

Roach was almost tempted to go with Alex and Farah for their cause but thinks about how he’s a much better fit with the 141 guys, and how he could see himself working in the squad long term

He eventually meets Johnny and Simon on the mission to get Hassan

Yet that goes to high and hell when he was a part of the A squad, barely clear of any wounds- luckily, nothing fatal

But the situation he found himself made him more energized with serotonin, easily making quick work of the combatants in his vicinity— doing his best to cover for his comrades who were still recovering

He knows Soap and Ghost would be here immediately but he tries to convince to focus on the mission, to let him handle it as he hunkers down for a moment to reload

They both deny, checking out first the crash site before checking out Hassan, and coming up empty

Until Roach finds the metal shipping carrier, calling over Soap, then Ghost and showing the find of that disdained American rocket

Soap, is obviously confused, and doesn't quite piece it together until Kate discusses it with him

As the others got busy with their personal mission

Of course, we're having Roach join the Ghost-Soap duo in Las Almas

Because of needing more man power in capturing Hassan of course

He hops into the mission somewhere in the middle, in the mission in getting Hassan with the assist of Graves and his shadows

Roach definitely hissed at this man on instinct and had to be held back by the armpit by Ghost

Even though he had a bad feeling swirling in his stomach, he kept it in and somehow ended up on the same squad as Graves going into the Oil Rig mission

Anddddddddddddddd you can guess how it went with him-- horribly

Personally, I can see how Graves to be this straight-laced guy when it comes to missions in a way that, if someone diverts from the mission or does something that may jeopardize it even a little-- he is going to flip

So that's what Roach exploited, the comms in his ears blowing up every time he goes for a risky kill or -instead of going for a stealth kill- he's going in guns blazing with a very, very exhausted Graves behind him

But the thing about Roach, no matter how reckless he is, he gets the job done

Graves wanted to oh so leave him in the Oil Rig before he and Soap exploded it, but sadly Ghost had told him and Alejandro to get the hell outta there before he could (such a damn shame)

But at least he gets to capture him in the streets of Las Almas

He got quite unlucky actually, about to meet Soap and Ghost but one wrong move got him captured

Ghost and Soap obviously becomes worried, and they're (with Rudy) are more determined than ever

And yep, this is the moment where Roach just sees red

Wreacking absolute havoc in his way with rage filling his veins

If there was anything that was going to tick Roach off, it would be his own allies hurting

Loyalty, whether in the military or not, is special

And if you use him and his allies for your own bitter ends and means?

Oh, you are in a world full of hurt

So much so, that you wished he spoke the merciful words, "pick and God and pray" by your death bed

He doesn't, not for Graves and definitely not for the man he called the General- Shepherd

He swears that Shepherd counted his lucky stars that night when they couldn't locate him after "getting rid of Graves and his lackeys for good"

But it doesn't end there- their job never does

This time, he accompanies Price and Soap into infiltrating the building for Hassan, leaving Overwatch to Ghost and the other team climbing the tower led by Gaz

He is back to, not even exploding the glass and breaking it, but pushing himself off the side of the building and cannon-balling straight through (with, suprise surprise, little to no injuries sustained)

He's a miracle ball of sunshine really

Soap then follows through and Price just... he could care less at the moment with Hassan (who is once again near their grasps)

Roach wanted to stay and help Price (who didn't get shot fatally but was still hurt from the blow) but his captain said to go

Thus, he went--

Doing his best to cover Soap as they finally steal the detonator from him but eventually run out of guns, and eventually--

Get

Shot.

Soap has to decide now- whether to save his comrade and friend or to stop the fucking missile from destroying the white house

Roach knew the cogs that was turning behind Soap's eyes, so he grabs his cheek and head butts him

Telling Soap to get his priority straight as he forces himself back up to distract Hassan

Soap tries to decode and hack the missile as soon as possible when the coast was clear

Luckily, he had just a couple of seconds to spare

Unluckily so, he saw Roach's pliant body in Hassan's hands- being dragged right in front of him

Soap is enraged, wrestling and trying to get the upperhand on armed Hassan

Luckily, Ghost always has his back-- shot on point, direct, and done in one click

With a heavy breath, he gives his thanks to Ghost before calling an evac- checking Roach's condition

Hands are cold to the touch but his artery pulse--

Faint!

By the time MW3 rolls around, Roach is up and at 'em!

Refreshed and recovered with the proper treatment and therapy

Some grazes to the nerves on his shoulder but its still all good and working--

"Ow!"

Yeah, he can't overexert it like before

Which makes the Tf 141 relieved...for now

A/N: Cont for the MW3 part soon! I just wanna freshen up with the plot on Makarov 'cause it was a bit confusing to follow so yeah lol

[lullydoesstuff]

Tips on how to create a Demon Slayer OC

Hello guys and welcome back on my side-blog! Today I wanted to talk about something that might be useful of you want to create a good KNY OC and just... vibe with them or create art, write about them... everything. If you want to see mine you can find all of them on @bluespiderlully (that is also my main blog), but for now let's just talk about some things you have to keep in mind while creating.

🩷 Design

This part is very important when it comes to art and descriptions, I'll start to say that I've seen MANY original versions of the Demon Slayer Corp uniforms and that many of them look good, so if you design a totally new one, go for it and slay. Another important thing concerning the uniform is buttons, there's plenty of characters redesigned out there, they have colorful buttons in their uniforms and they all look so cute, but in canon we see that the buttons' color is used to define the rank of someone, common slayers have silver buttons, Hashiras have golden ones. We're talking about a military thing, so rank is pretty important and this should be kept in mind. Last but not the least: it's 1920s Japan, so maybe having your character wearing some ballet shoes or sneakers might result cringy, avoid that.

🩷 Backstory

This is maybe one of the most important parts. When you write a backstory you should consider the period of time where the story takes place and the general rules of the world where your OC is living. For example, Taisho Era: your character could have lost their parents due to WW1, or they could come from America or other parts of the world used to interact with Japan (selling/buying stuff), possibilities in this case are infinite and this era gives you the opportunity to create the best backstories ever. Next, Japan had major tensions with China and Korea so this gives you the opportunity to insert this in your OCs backstory (this is something I didn't use, I just have an half-American character but I regret not using any of this political tension for any of my characters, please of you're out there and trying to create an OC, do it, it's very interesting).

🩷 Personality

Don't make your character a Mary Sue/Gary Stue. If you don't know what a Mary Sye/Gary Stue is I'll explain very quick: it's a too perfect, too kind, too sweet characrer, without any flaws and loved by everyone... I think the reason why this characters don't work is clear, the lack of internal and external conflict is very important, since we're talking about Demon Slayer let's take Tanjiro as an example. Tanjiro is kind, but he's not perfect and he keeps asking himself if what he's doing is morally okay, he keeps tormenting himself about the fact that he's actually killing people just for his mean to turn Nezuko back into a human and he blames himself for other people's deaths... this is the demonstration that you can write a kind and sweet character, but focus on thier psychology and ideas, if they're already perfect they won't have any evolution, and once they had one maybe at the end of the story, don't make them perfect either, especially since you're talking about a world were your OC would most likely be a soldier, if they end up being alive they'll have traumas and let's be honest, no one will ever be perfect.

🩷 Power

Okay, so this is maybe the main point. DON'T. MAKE. YOUR. CHARACTER. OP... thanks, here's a cookie for you 🍪. If your character is an Hashira like mines, they ABSOLUTELY need a reason why they're one, okay? They can't be weak of course, they need to be very very skilled at something. We all agree about that but making your character extremely powerful, extremely strong and skilled, "they're the strongest Hashira ever", "they can solo Muzan" doesn't make your character interesting, it makes your character cringe. But of course they can have skills that others don't have, let's take one of my characters as an example: Ayumi Shinazugawa, my favourite child. She has a bow, no one else has one and she's really skilled with it, no one is as skilled as her... with a bow... because Ayumi is a 1.50mt schizophrenic blueberry with anxiety, she's not stronger than other Hashiras. If they need a sniper, okay, they'll take Ayumi, if they need anything else they'd take someone else, definitely, and she's not the kind of character to be sent in a mission alone, it's just unsafe.

🩷 Relationships

We're now at the last point. Having characters that are siblings with other characters in the show can become very very interesting, because you can explore more the canon character too, I personally love this trope everytime. But now let's come to romantic relationship, ships, the best thing on Earth after white wine mixed with strawberry juice. First, if your OC is an adult please leave Muichiro, Tanjiro and every other minor alone, if you want your character to date one of these the way is very simple: make them a minor too, shipping a minor with another minor is fine and it's realistic too, if you think it's wired just think about your first romantic relationships and crushes... how old were you? Probably 14/15. There's another thing you must consider, the fact that many characters in the Demon Slayer universe have a rude personality, I mean, you could totally ship your character with people like Obanai or Sanemi, but their personality should at least match theirs or being similar, to date someone you have to get along with this person, so consider this, it's not something to ignore, and it absolutely counts for friendships too. Consider that if your character is very kind they could have disagreements with characters like Obanai or Sanemi, and the disliking would probably be mutual.

I hope this post was useful for you, and I hope you all come out with amazing OCs, I love to see them and I love how much creative this community can be so please don't spare your creativity and give life to the OC in your head that just wants to be drawn or written.🩷

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Fallen Angel | Bed Snatchers

AO3

Simon had texted you that he had gotten home from Mexico about midnight. When you finished your night at the café you were careful to enter the flat quietly. You might still wake him with how jumpy he could be after jobs. Wincing as you lock the front door you remove your shoes as softly as you can, setting them on the floor instead of letting them flop like you normally would. Turning on the flashlight of your phone you dim it as much as you can and still cover it with your fingers to not disturb anyone that might have slid home with him.

More and more often the guys would come home with Simon. You were about to suggest everyone going in on a house rental together because at least then you were always guaranteed to have somewhere to lay down after work. Glancing into the living room you see a lump of a body on the couch. Stepping lightly into the room you think it’s John. A raucous snore rips through the room. Yep. That’s John.

Letting a pip of light peak through your fingers you see he has no blanket on. Once that problem is resolved you head toward your room. The door is cracked. Must be more than John who came home with Simon then.

Pushing the door open you see two bodies sprawled across your bed. Letting a tad more light shine from your phone you squint and see Kyle and Gary almost fighting for space on your bed. You let the smile that forces its way to your lips stay. Leaving the men to their sleeping battle you grab a set of pajamas and head into the hall bathroom.

Leaving the lights off, your phone light reflects off the bowl of the sink as you change. Dropping your clothes into your basket in the bathroom you move to knock on Simon’s door. Tapping lightly you wait. He would wake.

Less than twenty seconds later the door pops open, and Simon blinks in the dim light.

“The couch and my bed are both taken, can I sleep with you tonight?”

“Johnny is here, but there is room.”

Rubbing your eyes you follow Simon and turn off your flashlight. Simon puts a hand on your elbow, leading you into the bed before him. Pulling up the blankets you slide in until you run into Johnny, then back up slightly.

The touch must have woken him. Johnny reaches out and pulls you close.

“Ah, bonnie, no Simon.”

He is not wearing a shirt. You had never seen Johnny shirtless, but he felt warm and lightly covered with hair.

Simon climbs in behind you, settling an arm across both of you. Something about that tickled something in your brain but sleep already lulled you with her melodies.

When you woke it was because you were too warm.

Tucked tight to Simon’s chest you watch his hand drift across Johnny’s still-sleeping face.

“When did that happen?” You whisper, careful not to wake your sleeping friend. 

“This last mission. Mexico was…hard.”

“I’m happy for you.”

You really are, even if part of you yearns for every one of these crazy men to be yours always. That would be entirely too selfish. You were lucky to have them as you did, sharing kisses for luck and driving business to your shop. Selfish wasn’t a thing you could ever allow yourself to be. You didn’t dare ask for anything from them.

You had learned in your early twenties that you were asexual, much to the frustration of every partner you had. After a while you had stopped looking for any kind of romantic love, it was too twined up in sex for so many people that staying single was easier.

Simon pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“Thanks. When are you going to end up happy?”

The question stabbed you between the ribs.

“Who says I’m not?”

“You don’t have a partner, don’t most people want that?”

“Most people aren’t okay that I only want sex when I’m ovulating so, no I guess I don’t want that,” your voice rose a bit.

Johnny’s eyes slid open, taking in you tucked into Simon’s arms. The softest smile you had ever seen on the man warmed your heart to the point of pain.

“Morning lass, how did you end up here?”

His voice, morning-deep, taking some extra work to decipher.

“Kyle and Gary were sleep fighting in my bed. Simon at least has a king-sized mattress.”

“What time did you get in?” He blinked at you as if fighting waking.

“Three.”

He reached out and pulled you across the bed; Simon’s hands drifted with you.

“Simon is an earlier riser, stay here and sleep with me.”

Settling against Johnny was different than with Simon. Johnny didn’t seem to mind the full body contact, twining of limbs, or manhandling you until you sat just right in his arms. Snug against him, in the darkness of the blinds, you slid back to sleep, but not before feeling the bed dip as Simon placed a kiss against your temple and Johnny’s lips. He left the room quiet as a mouse.

Fallen Angel Masterlist | Masterlist

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Nosferatu (2024)

Ok. So Robert Eggers has either just made the ultimate monsterfucker film OR the ultimate criticism of that genre. Not all monsterfucker films are created the same, but I think it's safe to say that the majority of them strongly romanticize the human/monster relationship to make it erotic and appealing to a mainstream audience. But no beautiful, sparkly, eternally young and fashionable creatures inhabit this film.

Oh no, on the contrary, only a waxy, twisted corpse with reflective, demonic eyes stalks the protagonists from the shadows. It most resembles a giant, undulating leech while in naked, monstrous action, and in most other shots, it can only be dimly perceived as a hulking, disfigured form with elongated features covered in fur. Unlike every other version of Count Orlok, we never see his full face or the trademark, rat-like fangs, but their presence is definitely felt through the gruesome sounds he makes while feeding and the diseased marks he leaves on his prey. This Orlok is definitely animalistic in every sense of the word, an amalgamation of rat, bat, and wolf. He's a literal plague. Bill Skarsgaard pulls off a miracle of acting by disappearing completely and creating a completely unearthly performance behind his impressive makeup with an equally impressive voice that sounds as large and demonic as he looks. He's also sexual, but in a completely unnerving way. More animal than human, desperate and violent.

Lily Rose Depp has impressed me in the past, but she's surpassed herself here. She's fearless and transcendent, throwing her whole body and soul into her portayal of a solemn, pale waif of a heroine. Her character is fragile and pure and yet also spiritually powerful, drawing the darkness to her with her own insatiability.

And guys, let me just again point out that it's been a pretty amazing era of women in horror for the last several years. We've got legends in the making like Lily Rose Depp, Florence Pugh, Maika Monroe, Margaret Qualley, Sophie Thatcher, and many other young female actors making serious waves in this genre, not to mention all the women filmmakers working in horror.

But I digress.

What Eggers and his top tier cast of performers achieves here is almost the final, definitive word on the classic vampire tale of a monster stalking a girl from leagues of time and space away. It removes the modern stylization and sexiness we're used to from films like Coppola's Dracula, and breaks the story down to Reason vs superstition, the seen vs the unseen.

I love the sense of authentic folklore Eggers gives to his creatures, and it feels especially rich and historically accurate here. As always, Eggers is spotlighting the fears and concerns of a specific place and time from the past. 19th century Germany has many great scientific advances being made in it, and yet bubonic plague is still very much a concern, bringing along with it ancient, primal fears and beliefs. The lesson of the Dracula/Nosferatu story has always been that we modern folk neglect spiritual matters and scoff at superstition to our own peril, and the stubbornness of rational men pretty much dooms everyone in the cast in this version.

But make no mistake, there's still definitely erotic elements in this film, they're just more brutal and terrifying than titillating. You're not going to see Gary Oldman as a wolf creature humping a girl in a red fringe corset nightie here, is what I'm saying. In fact, this vampire might be the most nasty, corpsey one I've ever seen. Necrophilia is a recurring theme here, as well as many orgasmic fits of possession. Bodies are violated repeatedly and in various ways. The final, naked shot of the film inspired uncomfortable laughter from a woman in my audience because of how grotesque a tableau it was. So how much this turns you on will depend on how hardcore you are into the monster thing.

It's a movie that sticks with you, even if you're not sure if it's hot or horrific. I give it 10 screaming demonic fits out of 10.