#And I'll just be sat here with my popcorn lol

[cheesybadgers]

It's buckwild that there's not really a way to talk about a certain firefighter show without sounding like a crazy delusional shipper, but...like....I've been around the block with ships that were never in a million years going to become canon. They didn't need to become canon, it was best they didn't become canon and canon was never the point. Canon so often isn't the point of shipping and I'm the first person to say that. Most of my favourite ships have no basis in canon and that's part of the fun. It's just shoving dolls together because I can. It's just 'what ifs?' that exist in my brain entirely separately from the source material.

But said firefighter show does actually have decent queer canon rep. It just made one of it's main and most popular characters queer. Yeah, it wasn't with the character most people wanted it to be, but they did it, and that felt important in itself, regardless of shipping preferences.

And even when you look at the other half of the juggernaut ship who's not currently canonically queer, there are so many decisions the writers have made that after multiple seasons of showing and telling us the same thing about his character over and over again, it's hard to come up with many other reasons that make as much sense as he's repressed and closeted. They've stagnated his growth as a character because it feels like they probably know what they should do with him next, but for whatever reason, they haven't. There was even talk of him originally being the character who was going to have a queer storyline, but they switched it somewhere down the line. But you can't say any of this without being seen as delusional lol.

I've never really been in this position with a show before??? It feels like they're so close to going there with the juggernaut ship, but I'm still not personally convinced they will actually follow through. And yet...this far into the show and their character arcs, it's getting harder to see how they skirt around it for much longer. AND YET, that doesn't mean they won't do exactly that lolol, because that's what has happened so many times before.

I'm not going to get into the batshittery of the fanbase here, because that's a separate issue, and I'm not excusing bad fan behaviour in the slightest. Harassing fans, creators or cast is always unacceptable and no one is entitled to have their headcanons become canon. But given the way this has all played out and given the decisions made by the writers, it does put the fandom in a strange and pretty unique limbo situation I've never really come across before. I guess only time will tell where it goes next, but it's just insane to me. It makes reading any kind of discourse near impossible because one section of the fanbase is talking like it's a done deal already, another section is in denial about it even being a possibility, then there's the ship wars.

Obviously, I don't believe the creative team owe the fans anything or that they should pander to fan service if it's not appropriate for the story/characters, but....I do have to wonder wtf they thought the consequences of all this might be?? 😂 I can't decide whether it's going to turn into an elaborate slowburn AO3 would be proud of, or one of the biggest fandom shitstorms of all time lol.

[leahrintarou]

✩₊˚.⋆ THREE MINUTES ! - rindou haitani / 10.08 / kinktober

CW: public "sex", fingering, teasing, they're best friends, female anatomy, she/her used, one-sided pleasure, that's all lol

Word Count: 1.7k

Author's Note: welcome to the fifth post of my kinktober series! i hope you enjoy. leave a like or reblog to show support. (updates this week might be off or posted on a diff day since i'll be traveling somewhere with family. if not posted on the designated day, it will be posted eventually when i get back home.)

it took a lot of pleading, a lot of pouting, and quite a bit of persuasion for y/n to finally get rindou to agree to see a horror movie with her. he’d been reluctant, as always, keeping his usual stoic expression as she begged, a faint sigh escaping him after she tugged at his sleeve one too many times.

“alright, fine,” he finally said, rolling his eyes with a small, barely-there smile. “but you’re paying for the popcorn.”

y/n’s face lit up instantly, and she practically bounced in excitement. “deal! you won’t regret it, i promise!”

now, sitting side by side in the dim theater, rindou was starting to question his decision. as soon as the movie began, he leaned back in his seat, trying to relax as the ominous music set the tone. y/n was fully immersed, her eyes wide as she clutched his arm during each jump scare, gasping and gripping his hand tighter with every loud noise and flickering shadow on the screen.

rindou, on the other hand, sat unbothered, his expression unfazed by the attempts to frighten him. he shot her a sidelong glance, noting the way she reacted to the tension, a small, amused smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. she was so easily scared, and he found it endearing, though he’d never say so.

about halfway through, he noticed something different. y/n’s grip had loosened, and her eyes, while still on the screen, had a faraway look in them. she seemed to be shifting in her seat, her legs rubbing together subtly, her face flushed in a way that had nothing to do with the horror unfolding onscreen.

rindou quirked an eyebrow, leaning over to whisper, “something more interesting than the movie going on?”

y/n’s head snapped toward him, caught off guard, and she felt a deep wave of embarrassment. “what? no, i was just... i’m watching, i swear.”

he gave her a knowing look, one that made her squirm under his gaze. “right. because from where i’m sitting, it looks like you’re a little too distracted to be paying attention to what’s going on,” he murmured, his voice low, a faint smirk ghosting across his face. “did you really just waste our money on tickets just to get yourself all worked up over nothing?”

she huffed, crossing her arms in defense. “it’s not my fault! the movie got kind of... you know, intense, and you’re here, and...” her voice trailed off, and she glanced away, clearly embarrassed.

rindou chuckled softly, his usual calm demeanor breaking just enough for her to catch it. “oh, i see. so, you dragged me out here, begged me to watch this horror movie, and now you’re not even paying attention. that’s what i’m hearing.”

y/n pouted, tugging on his arm. “rindou, come on. i can’t help it...”

he leaned closer, his face only inches from hers, his voice a whisper that sent a shiver down her spine. “can’t help it, huh?” he murmured, his tone teasing. “guess i’ll have to find a way to keep you entertained, since the movie isn’t cutting it.”

her eyes widened as he settled back in his seat, his hand casually resting on her thigh, his thumb tracing lazy circles over her skin. she shot him a look, torn between shock and excitement, but he just kept that same indifferent expression, his gaze focused forward as if nothing unusual was happening.

“rindou,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the movie’s background noise. “people are around...”

he raised an eyebrow, not bothering to look at her, his thumb continuing its slow, deliberate movement. “you’re the one who couldn’t keep it together,” he said with a smirk. “don’t blame me for distracting you when you’re the one getting ideas.”

y/n’s heart raced, the weight of their friendship hanging heavy in the silence between them. she knew they were toeing a line, crossing into something unspoken and uncertain, yet she didn’t pull away. instead, she found herself leaning into his touch, the thrill of it mixing with a quiet fear that they couldn’t just come back from this.

she looked up at him, a small, hesitant smile tugging at her lips. “you know we probably shouldn’t...”

“probably,” he murmured, his voice steady, but his hand never moved. he glanced down at her, his usual calm exterior cracking just enough for her to see something else behind it—a question, a hesitation that matched her own. “but we’re already here, aren’t we?”

they held each other’s gaze, neither of them willing to break the moment, knowing they were treading dangerous ground. but in the dim glow of the theater, with his hand on her thigh and her fingers inching toward his, it felt like a risk they were both willing to take, consequences be damned.

"if you don’t want this, tell me now."

y/n remained quiet and rindou glanced at her, seeing that her gaze was already on him. she reached for his hand, her impatience making her guide him up her thigh a bit more. rindou's eyes widened immediately when we wasn't met with any sort of fabric at all, but the immediate warmth of her sex.

"what the hell, n/n?" he questioned, not moving his hand, but the flustered expression on his face said enough. a shiver coursed through her body as he pressed his digits against her. "please don't question it." she sighed trying to keep her voice low.

"was this your plan this whole time?" he asked and she let out an embarassed groan and rindou felt some pity at that. they'd been bestfriend's since forever and despite his attitude, rindou would drop anything in a second if y/n ever asked. she always came first in every situation, and she knew that. "so you didn't wanna watch this movie afterall?"

she looked at him, nodding her head. "i did, but..." she trailed off. "but you're too focused on this, huh?" just then, his fingers used her slick to slip his middle digit into her sex. she bit down on her inner cheek and her legs tightened around his hand. "what got you all worked up?"

y/n remained silent, avoiding the question. this piqued rindou's interest, making him slide his digits in deeper. y/n let out a shaky breath, trying to not bring attention to themselves, but the more rindou pleasured her, the more she squirmed in her seat. "are you dodging the question, y/n? if you are, I'll stop."

"no, no. don't stop." she pled, looking at rindou with glazed eyes. "then tell me. i have a feeling i know what it is." he shifted himself in his seat. trying to ignore his current situation as well. he thanked the dark lightning in the theater that caused her to not see his growing erection. "i was just wondering how you would feel inside me." she managed to get out.

"it's not very nice to have those kinds of thoughts about your bestfriend, y/n."

"can't help-" she was cut off when his in and out motions quickened. y/n lifted her lips to lean back a bit to slouch in the seat. this newfound position allowed rindou to reach deeper, caressing that sensetive spot that would drive her insane. "you're not being as discreet as you probably should, n/n." a smile appeard on his lips.

"so hurry up." she managed to glare at him and rindou rolled his eyes, focusing back on the movie in front of them. his fingers held no mercy on y/n despite the occasional whimpers that she would try to hide in her palm, the fidgeting of her legs closing around him, and the way her hand gripped his wrist with all the strength in her body. "quicker you come, the quicker you can be quiet." he muttered, tone sounding unbothered.

"i couldn’t care less if anyone figured out what we were doing, but that's all you're worried about, huh, y/n?" he taunted. "too focused on them to come?"

he reached over to y/n, using his freehand to turn her head to him. "you have three minutes. if you can't come before then, I'm stopping."

"what the fuck, rindou?" she shot him a harsh glare and a smile barely made it way to his lips but it was filled with anything but purity. he was the biggest tease ever and y/n knew this but hated that fact that she put it past him especially in situations like these. "come on, n/n. your time is wasting."

he sped his fingers up and y/n held his wrist steady before she grinded down onto his digits. he caressed that pleasure-filled spot once again and she shut her eyes, trying to turn off the rest of her senses.

she heard rindou speaking, but it all sounded muffled to her. if she listened to him, it'll feel all too real and that would throw her in for a loop all over again. his digits felt just right and she thought that if she focused on them enough, she could reach her high in no time.

that was proven to be true when she noticed that he sped up his motions even more, helping her as she continued to ride them, not caring about the other eyes around her. "rindou." she muttered through a whisper. she heard him hum, but she couldn't trust herself to speak at the moment.

instead, she tightly held onto his wrist as she balanced on that familiar edge of pure bliss. "come, n/n." that was all ot took for her to tip over. she tightened her already shut eyes, hoping that she wasn't being too loud. her sounds of pleasure came out as a moan, but it was muffled by a hand that wasn't her own. she felt the cool touch of metal agaisnt her lip and she realized it was from a ring that rindou always wore on his right hand.

"two minutes?" he smiled, watching as she carefully opened her eyes, her chest heaving with a fast pace. "i'm never doing this with you again." she muttered, looking around for a gaze that met her own.

"of course not. that would be crossing the line, right?"

y/n didn’t miss the pure sarcasm in his tone and she hated how she only clenched around his fingers once more so no matter what she would say next, he knew what she felt deep down.

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[strljaem]

“IT’S RAINING HEAVILY OUTSIDE.”

💿 : a summer place, hollywood strings orchestra.

The night was already unsettling, with the rain pouring down in torrents and thunder booming overhead. I sat on my couch, trying to immerse myself in my favorite show, "Gilmore Girls," but every flash of lightning made me jump, my fear of thunder making it hard to stay calm. I munched on my popcorn, using it as a distraction from the storm outside. It was a bearable fear, one I could manage, but the persistent flashes and crashes kept me on edge.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang, cutting through the noise of the storm and the television. I froze, popcorn halfway to my mouth, wondering who could possibly be visiting at this hour. It was only 6 PM, but the darkness outside made it feel much later. Putting the popcorn down, I slipped on my house bunny slippers and rushed to the window beside the door. Peeking out, I saw my boy best friend, Jaemin, standing there, completely drenched from the rain, his school backpack still on his shoulders.

(please play the music at this part lol trust me no regrets)

I gasped and hurried to open the door. As I did, everything seemed to slow down. The sight of him standing there, hair plastered to his forehead, his dark green jacket soaked through, made my heart skip a beat. He looked at me with an expression that was hard to read, and for a moment, it felt like the raindrops were suspended in midair. Time stopped, and it was just the two of us in that moment. My brain struggled to process what I was feeling, a strange mixture of surprise and something else I couldn't quite identify.

"I'm sorry, can I come in for a while?" Jaemin asked, his voice hesitant, snapping me out of my trance.

"Of course, come in," I said quickly, stepping aside to let him in. He walked past me, leaving a trail of water droplets on the floor. I shut the door behind him, my eyes following his every move. I had never felt this way about him before. Jaemin had always been my best friend since we were children, but tonight, something felt different. He tried to dry himself off, looking a bit embarrassed about the mess he was making.

"I was on my way home from the library, working on assignments," he explained, shaking water from his hair. "The rain started pouring suddenly, and I forgot my umbrella. I could barely see the road, so I decided to stop by here until it stops."

I nodded, still somewhat in a daze. "You should take a shower and change into some dry clothes. You might catch a cold otherwise."

He chuckled softly, scratching the back of his head. "Really? Thanks. I guess I'll need to borrow some clothes then."

I paused, my inner voice screaming. He had never worn my clothes before, despite how close we were. "Yeah, come on," I said, scoffing to cover my nerves, and pulled his hand to lead him to my bedroom. I showed him the bathroom and handed him a towel, then rummaged through my drawers for a white t-shirt and grey sweatpants.

"Oh wait," I said, suddenly remembering. "What about your-?" I trailed off, blushing furiously as my eyes darted downward.

Jaemin followed my gaze and burst out laughing. "It's fine, I'm a man!" he declared, flexing his biceps in a playful manner.

My face turned even redder. "Okay, okay! Now go and take a shower before you get a cold!" I pushed him into the bathroom and shut the door, my heart pounding. I was grateful my room was clean, or my mom would have killed me. My parents were out of the country on business, leaving me to take care of the house.

I headed back to the living room, slapping my cheeks to snap myself out of my flustered state. "Pull yourself together," I whispered to myself. I resumed watching TV, trying to focus on the show, but my thoughts kept drifting back to Jaemin.

A few minutes later, I heard my bedroom door open upstairs. I tried to ignore it, pulling out my phone to text a friend instead. But then I heard footsteps approaching, and before I knew it, a hand reached over and grabbed some of my popcorn. I jumped, startled, and Jaemin laughed.

"I thought you could give me some," he said, plopping down beside me on the couch. He looked... gorgeous, even in my oversized shirt and sweatpants. His brown hair was fluffed up from the towel, giving him a cute, boyish look.

"Be grateful, or I'd have left you out in the rain to catch a cold," I retorted, rolling my eyes.

Jaemin winced, pouting as he nudged my elbow. He was unusually quiet, which was unlike him. Normally, he'd be teasing me, taking ugly selfies on my phone, or causing some other mischief. Maybe he was just tired, I thought. We watched TV together in a comfortable silence, sharing the popcorn.

Suddenly, a loud clap of thunder shook the house, and the lights went out. I screamed, the popcorn scattering all over the floor. In my panic, I ended up clutching onto Jaemin, burying my face in his neck. His scent, a mix of my body wash and something uniquely him, was surprisingly comforting. I hugged him tightly, my arms around his neck, my legs tucked between his thighs.

"It's okay, it's okay," Jaemin murmured, his hand gently patting my back and caressing the back of my head. His touch was soothing, and slowly, my fear began to subside. I couldn't believe how different he seemed in this moment. Usually, he'd be teasing or playfully annoying me, but now he was being so tender and caring. It felt like a side of him I had never seen before, a romantic side.

As the lights flickered back on, I slowly pulled away, realizing with a jolt that I was practically on top of him. His arms were still around my waist, his hands resting on my shoulders. I looked up at him, our faces inches apart. His eyes were soft and warm, his smile gentle. My cheeks burned with embarrassment at my boldness, but Jaemin didn't seem to mind.

"Like what you're looking at?" he teased, a playful glint in his eyes.

I pushed myself off of him, stumbling and falling off the couch. Jaemin reached out, concerned. "Hey, relax! Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," I said, trying to sound nonchalant as I picked myself up. I couldn't meet his eyes, too flustered by the whole situation.

"Are you shy?" he asked, his tone playful.

Gritting my teeth, I smacked his arm. "Shut up," I muttered, embarrassed.

He winced in mock pain, rubbing his arm. "Ouch."

Looking around, I saw the popcorn scattered all over the floor. I started picking it up, and Jaemin joined in, helping me gather the pieces. "Thanks," I said softly, smiling at him.

"No problem," he replied, his voice cool and calm. "But you should probably throw this away. It’s been on the floor for more than three seconds since you were chilling on top of me just now."

"You better shut up, otherwise i’ll drag you outside in the rain.” I yelled at him as Jaemin playfully ran away from me while laughing and still making fun of me.

[dumbasslesbi2]

Let Me Read To You ~ Chapter 3 (Agatha x Rio Bookstore AU)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Summary:

Time moves on and Rio wants to say I love you to Agatha. However, she doesn't want to rush or ruin their relationship.

Notes:

Hey y'all! Here's another chapter with a bit of smut at the end lol. Lowkey might slow down with updates just cause im in university n the work load is picking up again Warnings: SMUT! Strap ;)

Weeks went by for the two and next thing they knew it had already been a month and a half since that night. Rio had already met Nicholas and the two got along wonderfully, she even would help him learn how to read. It was on another one of their dates where Rio couldn't help but yearn, she wasn't sure if the time was right but she had been holding herself back. She wanted to tell Agatha so badly that she loved her but she wasn't sure if the timing was right. They were both at Agatha's house this time, watching Treasure Island while Nicholas sat in-between them asking a million questions. “Hey Nicky, do you want some popcorn?” Agatha asked to get him to stop asking so many questions. “Please mommy!” He said, looking up at his mother. “Alright, I'll be back,” Agatha said, heading over to the kitchen. “Rio! Rio! Why is the ship in space? I thought ships go in water?” Nicholas asked, looking up at Rio. “You're right Nicky! Ships do go in water but they have special ships that go in space” Rio told him, ruffling his hair and pinching one of his cheeks. Nicholas couldn't help but giggle and hug Rio. She was shocked for a minute but then returned the hug. “Mmm you're warm like mommy” Nicholas said, cuddling into Rio. Agatha came back and couldn't help but smile at the scene before her. “Someone seems to like Rio,” Agatha said, kissing Nicholas's head. “She's warm like you Mommy!” He said, going to hug his mother. Rio couldn't help but smile and look up at Agatha. “I've been told I'm good to cuddle ” Rio told Agatha with a wink. “I can testify to that” she said, leaning in to kiss Rio on the cheek.

After the movie Nicholas was already getting sleepy and so Agatha was about to put him to bed but before she could do that he demanded Rio read his bedtime story. Rio went ahead and read him his story, leaving once he fell asleep and made sure to leave his nightlight on. “Thank you for doing all that,” Agatha said as Rio entered her bedroom. “Oh course baby, anything for you” Rio said, getting into bed. “ Anything?” Agatha asked, looking over after Rio. “Anything, name it” Rio told her, straddling her. “If I said there's a strap in the dresser and want you bent over the bed?” Agatha asked, biting her lips and holding Rio’s hips. “I'd say, your wish is my command” Rio said before getting off of Agatha and giving her a quick kiss. They both quickly undressed while  Agatha grabbed the harness from her dresser and went into the bathroom to grab the lube and spread it on her purple strap. As she reentered the room she saw Rio all ready and spread for her. “God you're so perfect” she said, lining up her strap to Rio’s hole. She slowly pushed it in and leaned down on Rio, pressing her into the mattress. “Mm Rio, you're so perfect, so good for me” Agatha told her, kissing her shoulder as she slowly started to pump Rio. “Oh god Agatha , faster, faster please!” Rio exclaimed, loving the feeling of Agatha on top of her. Agatha began to pump Rio fully, thrusting hard and fast into her. “Oh god! Agatha! I'm close, I'm so close baby!” Rio exclaimed, white knuckling the sheets. “You're being so good for me baby, come on. Give it to me, cum for me my love” Agatha said, not realizing she had let the l word slip. It wasn't much longer till Rio was on the verge of screaming and was shuddering under Agatha. Once Agatha realized Rio had came, she started to slow down her pace to help Rio ride out her climax. Agatha let her weight lay on top of Rio for a bit longer until she finally removed the strap out of her which only caused Rio to whine. Agatha was about to take off the harness but Rio turned around when she heard Agatha about to take it down. She instantly got down on her knees and started sucking the strap and cleaning her juices off of it. Agatha was a bit shocked by the action but soon kneaded her fingers into Rio's hair. Rio let go of the strap from her mouth and had a saliva string hanging off her lips as she leaned back. Agatha helped Rio get off of her knees and instantly had her back on the bed to kiss her. After a good minute Agatha took off the harness and let it lay on the floor. 

They laid in bed, cuddling and sharing soft touches here and there. Rio couldn't hold it back anymore, she had to say it. “I love you Agatha” Rio said above a whisper. Agatha sat up on her elbow to look at Rio and saw her with a serious solemn expression. She caressed her cheek before saying “I love you too”. Rio looked up in shock but saw that Agatha was as serious as she was. She couldn't help but giggle and kiss her passionately. After a minute of kissing Agatha felt something wet and leaned back, only to see that Rio was crying. “Rio? What's wrong?” Agatha asked, whipping away Rio’s tears. “I was so scared” she said in between sniffles. “Scared of what sweetheart?” Agatha asked, holding onto Rio a bit more closer. “ I'm usually not good with relationships and I run. I always run instead of facing the problems but I don't want to do that to you. I love you Agatha and this is the first times in years I've felt this that I'm scared. I'm scared I'm going to mess this up and for whatever reason you won't want me” Rio told her, full on hugging Agatha at this point. “Rio, you're not the only one who's scared. I don't have the best past either, heck I'm divorced. But the past is the past and well, all that matters is now. Sure we might fight later on but what couple doesn't? Do you know how many dates I've brought to Nicky and he doesn't even acknowledge them? You're different Rio, we're going to be fine, ok?” Agatha asked, rubbing Rio’s back. “Ok” Rio responded as a whisper, her head buried into Agatha’s neck. They held each for a minute before Rio leaned back and looked at Agatha. “Thank you, for uh, all that” she said, brushing a bit of Agatha's hair out of her face. “Of course, anything for you my love” Agatha said, caressing Rio's cheek once again. “I love you” Rio said, looking into Agatha's eyes

“I love you” Agatha repeated, leaning in closer to Rio. They shared a quick kiss until Agatha broke it. “Baby, it's getting late and I'm getting tired,” Agatha told her, giving her a peck on the cheek. “That's ok, I'm tired too honestly” Rio told her, taking Agatha's hand and kissing it. As the two got ready for bed, Rio couldn't help but nuzzle more into her. Agatha giggled a bit as she felt Rio’s breath tickle her neck. Slowly they both fell asleep in each other's arms. Knowing for a fact, they were both loved.

[saltygilmores]

Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls, Season 2, Episode 10, "The Bracebridge Dinner", Part 2

You can read my previous reviews here.

I'd say someone needs to put Miss Patty on a leash, but she'd enjoy that a little too much. Down girl Down! My homegirl Paris is exhausted sitting next to Patty all night, having to hear about an elderly woman's insatiable cravings for young meat. She's also depressed because she was hoping to be sat next to Rory, the love of her life, but the stars did not align in her favor.

Michel is me during every episode except this one and maybe 5 others.

Dear God, Patty. He's spoken for.

My two favorite Party Poopers. (later after the dinner, Rory and Lorelai are in their room at the Inn). Rory: Have you heard from Dad yet? He usually checks in this time of year. Take a minute to dissect that sentence. Take 5 minutes, if you need to. Let it sink in. Crusty: "Is it December again? Golly, I almost forgot. It's that special time of year where I call my daughter. The annual Daddy-Daughter Phone Call." Lorelai neglected to tell Rory that Crusty "checked in" and invited her to stay over. Rory: Why didn't he ask me? Lorelai: He's pretending to be considerate by running it by me first.

Oh Rory, my sweet summer child in oversized blue floral pajamas. No. Rory: Why didn't you tell me? Lorelai: Because I have dibs on you this time of year, not him! I want to know what kind of strip-mall custody lawyer these two visited where they called dibs on their child lol

She also goes on to say "there's something wrong with that woman" (a woman she's never met, by the way). I am going to utter a very cursed sentence: "IN CHRISTOPHER'S DEFENSE" (*VOMITS*), Lorelai is acting like Christopher wanted Rory to live with him for 6 months or something. He asked her to visit for a weekend over her winter break.

Justice for Sherry, she did nothing wrong. Justice for all the women on this show whose only crimes were having questionable taste in men like Dean and Christopher and end up in the crosshairs of their jealous ex girlfriends or not-yet-girlfriends. Sherry did not deserve to be called "your stupid stepmother" (and understandably, Rory interrupts her mother's insane rambling to question whether Sherry has even earned the rank of stepmother yet)..Justice for Lindsay. Justice for Shane because Rory was nasty to her for no reason and because she didn't deserve to be brutally murdered by Jess and end up swan food at the bottom of the lake. (more on that in season 3).

Yeah, so nice of him to invite you to visit him once a year.

Whuuhh? Why? Can we have a Jimmy Mariano Vs Christopher Hayden Deadbeat Father Death Match? I'll make popcorn. Lorelai: Okay, maybe I was being a littttle possessive and insanely jealous of his pretty girlfriend. We love to see moments of self awareness here at TWWGG. Bless. Instead of weekly fundraisers to fix a bridge, couldn't they have used that money to pay for desperately needed therapy for Rory and Lorelai instead? During dinner, Richard accidentally revealed he was retiring and Emily didn't know and now they're mad at each other. They have a conversation about it that drags on way too long. I don't care.

Uhhhhh. I'm uncomfortable. Anyways

Listen to her. She may be seven but she's very wise.

Hi. Bye.

The wretched Forrester parental units. I will never forgive you for unleashing your demon son onto the world. NEVER.

Three guesses to what Butthead just witnessed. You're really gonna thin out your lips, get all scowly and constipated just because you saw them make eye contact across a room? Okay, it was pretty good eye contact, he should be concerned. In the beginning of the episode while Rory and Lorelai are building their snowman for the contest, their competition includes an advanced snowman sculptor who seems as if he was planted to throw the contest in his favor ("a ringer") and they conclude it would be impossible to win against him. Rory tells Jess about The Ringer on their sleigh ride. At the end of the episode, L&R notice his snowman has been destroyed. I never connected the dots the first dozen times I've seen this episode that Jess destroyed that snowman to help Rory win the contest. And that's why I love this show. You can watch it over and over will always pick up on something new.

(Want to know another reason this is one of my favorite episodes? Nobody gets mad at Jess or gives him any bullshit. The Chuck thing doesn't count).

[timmyscomputer]

Hey here's chapter 1 to my Chris x fem!reader

Sorry it's late my dad got me sick when your parents tell you it's cheaper to live with. Them rather than go to a dorm stay in a dorm lol

Warnings~strong language I think

Summary~really just some background info nothing crazy yet

Word count~750

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I'm going to stay with my friend for the summer in Boston.We are long distance friends I'm so excited to meet.I arrived at the airport in Boston nervous finally I spot my friend Millie and run to hug her but I noticed a handful of other girls so I asked who they were and Millie said “oh that's Salish,Zoe, and Kiara”my other friends staying with us she explained that those were girls she went to school with ‘great they know each other and I only know Millie I'm gonna be the odd one out’ i thought I pull out my hand to shakes theirs and we introduced ourselves and got to know each other a bit on the way to Millie’s House.Once we got there I unpacked my stuff in the guest bedroom and met up with them in the living room.We all decided we wanted to make cookies so we pulled up a recipe and started gathering ingredients once we got everything ready we preheated the oven and started making the dough then we put them in the oven and started talking about random things and laughing after Zoe said something stupid.Soon the oven beeped and we pulled out the cookies and let them cool then we made popcorn and started a movie night around 1am I passed out.the next morning I woke up and the couch next to Kiara but everyone else was gone.We looked around and finally we texted asking were they were.They said out getting breakfast and the would be back in 10 minutes.When they got back we decided to go out to do something.Once we reached the mall we got out and went inside.Kiara and Zoe went to bath and body works,Salish and Millie went to a clothes store while I went to find food cause I was hungry.This mall is weird but I finally found the food court,and as i was walking by a table a guy pushed his chair into me on accident.He apologized and said “I'm so sorry I didn't see you”I explained it was okay it was just an accident I noticed his brother staring but just ignored him,and went to go get my food.On my way back to the table area they noticed I was alone and they walked up and asked were I was from cause they hadn't seen me before I explained I'm from (y/s) and was staying here for the summer with my friends finally the introduced themselves and the one that hit me with the chair was Justin and the others name was matt.I said my name was y/n and it was nice to meet them.They sat down and we started talking and matt explained he was a triplet which I thought was cool.once we got to know each other a bit we kinda hung out at the mall and finally I found a couple of my original friends I came with and before I left to go with them matt asked for my number.

After I gave him my number I ran over to Salish and we started talking.When I felt my phone vibrate I looked at it a text from a random number hi:) I replied hey;) and went back to talking to Salish soon we found everybody and we left the mall and headed home.Once we got home we doordashed some dinner and ate,then we went to bed.When I woke up I had a text.

Matt

Good morning

Me

Good morning what you up to¿

Matt 

Hanging out with my brothers you?

Me

Hanging with friends probs.

Matt

Nice ttyl

Me

Ttyl

I go down stairs and see everyone getting ready “were we going” I ask ��sushi”Zoe replied “I think I'll do something else”I reply “why”Millie asks

“I don't like sushi remember”I say “oh yah” she replies “bye-bye”I say as I walk back upstairs to my room and I start getting ready once I'm ready I pull out my phone and text Matt.

Me

Hey matt do you mind if I tag along my friends are doing stuff I don't want to do totally okay if not lol

Matt

No it's fine text me the address and I'll be there asap

Me

Great (address) there see you soon

Matt

It's gonna be like 15-20 mins

Me

It's okay 🤣

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~so I know this is kinda bad but it's my first fic if you have suggestions or pointers I would love to here them my request are currently open anyways love you guys good night 😴

[sarahjswift]

Well....🤭🤭

Twin Wounds Chapter 9 is here!!

Guess you inspired me! I can't say I'll be able to finish the series, but I have another chapter already written after this. I read through my huge Google Doc with all of Twin Wounds and got pretty inspired :) thanks to whoever asked this <333

if you need a refresher on what was happening in this story(as I did lol) my masterlist is below! :D

Word Count: 1.2k

Tag List <33: @backtobl4ck, @aelinchocolatelover, @renxzs, @blue-bird17, @autumnbabylon, and @throneofshadows

Warnings: Language & Triggering Topics

Enjoy!

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Rowan was surprised but not stunned that he was about to have a conversation about his patient’s - and crush’s - progress to her cousin. Weirder things have happened, he thought to himself. 

Now, he was awkwardly shuffling through Aelin’s file, now updated with her progress over the weeks. He cleared his throat. “So, what do you want to know?”

“Just, like…,” Aedion trailed off, looking out the small window. “How is she doing? Sorry, that’s probably stupid.”

“No, it’s alright. Aelin is doing very well, and I can already see her progress, physically and mentally.” Aedion loosed a breath of relief, grinning. 

“Oh, thank the Gods. I don’t know what I’d do if this didn’t work…rehab was kind of a last resort.”  

“I understand. That’s how it is with a lot of our clients - but I assure you, there are hundreds of options for people struggling. People respond to different things differently. I’m happy to say that Aelin is doing well. She isn’t thriving, but she’s definitely shown improvement.”

“I can tell,” Aedion interrupted. “She was just this…shell before. Now I can see hints of who she was before Sam. That anger, for example…you know, it’s encouraging to see her feeling emotions again.”

“I definitely agree. I think what Aelin needed was a change of scenery. Some fresh faces, things like that,” Rowan replied. “She’s been attending group therapy and one-on-one sessions with me. She’s been doing well, but she still won’t open up.”

Aedion’s jaw clenched. “Yep, that sounds about right. She would never talk to me. It made things so hard, and it had an effect on our closeness.”

“Ah, so you two were always close?”

“Oh, yeah. We’ve been inseparable since we were born. We’ve been at each other’s sides through so many things. When my mom died, she was there for me…and then later, when hers passed, I was there.”

“When did her parents die?”

“She was twenty-two. It was really hard on her - she was close to both.” Aedion’s voice was ragged, and he took a deep breath. “It was rough on all of us. Evalin was kind of my mother as well, since she took me in after my mom went.” He wiped away a tear running down his cheek.

Rowan nodded, his respect for the man in front of him growing. “I appreciate you sharing this with me. I know you may not feel…the best about giving me all of Aelin’s personal details. But I promise, all this just helps me, help her.”

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I promise, I’ll come visit soon. Call me tomorrow, okay? Love you, Ae.

Aelin stared up at her popcorn ceiling, replaying her final moments with her cousin over and over. She lay curled up, wrapped in…His…old hoodie. There was still a lingering scent on it, and she let her tears drip onto the fabric as she inhaled deeply. 

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. She sat up and wiped away her tears, standing and walking over. One of the nurses she was less familiar with stood there, a friendly smile on his face. “Ready for dinner, Aelin?”

“Yeah,” she sighed, and followed him down the hallway. 

“Don’t look so glum! Tonight is special,” he said cheerfully. “As well as an ice cream sundae for dessert, there will be a movie playing in the cafeteria for everyone to enjoy!”

Aelin raised her eyebrows, interest sparking. Ice cream and a movie? That used to be her definition of a perfect night. Walking into the cafeteria, she quickly picked up a bowl of rice and beans, cheese melted on top of it. She found her seat at the usual table, sipping some of her lemonade as she sat. It was refreshing. She liked it. 

“Excited for the movie?” Elide asked, a smile on the female���s face. 

Aelin nodded. “Do you know what it’ll be?” Tiela asked. 

“Pretty sure it’s an old Disney!” Lucas grinned excitedly, rubbing his palms together. The table quickly dissolved into an animated conversation, the patients discussing their favorite of Walt’s classics. Lysandra turned to Aelin and leaned in, green eyes sparking. 

“Did Aedion leave?” she asked quietly. 

Aelin raised her eyebrows. “I don’t even want to know why you are asking that question.” 

Lysandra winked, and Aelin sighed. “Yep, he left. He’ll be back soon, though.” 

“Thanks!” She turned back around and leapt into the conversation. 

Aelin blew out a breath and allowed herself a small, brief smile. Oddly enough, she could picture her cousin and her therapy friend together. If Aedion was brave enough to ask, she knew he’d get a yes. 

After their plates had been cleared and the patients were happily eating their chocolate-sauce drizzled sundaes, the nurses wheeled in a projector. Bambi came onto the screen, and the cafeteria settled peacefully. There was something innately comforting in the old cartoon style, even as some wiped away tears at Bambi’s tragedy. Aelin felt a sense of peace for the first time in…a while. 

She felt somebody’s eyes on her, and she turned to find Rowan looking at her. At her gaze, he started and whipped away. Aelin kept her eyes on him, though, and so she caught him when he - almost immediately - peeked back. He sheepishly smiled, and when Aelin’s lips tilted up to mirror it, the smile stretched into a breathtaking..beam. He looked absolutely devastating. 

Aelin let herself admire him for a couple seconds before turning back to the screen. Still, for the rest of the film she felt butterflies in her stomach, a flush in her cheeks. 

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After the film wrapped up, everybody began heading back to their dorms. With a satisfied appetite, a mouth filled with the sweet taste of ice cream, and an almost…happy feeling from a boy’s smile, Aelin felt like she was in middle school again, drawing hearts on her math worksheets whenever her first boyfriend, Dorian, looked her way. She walked with Lysandra and Elide, listening to their pleasant chatter. 

“Oh, I love that movie,” Elide sniffled. “Always makes me cry, though.” 

“I think we should watch Sleeping Beauty next,” Lysandra said, playing with a strand of her hair. “That was always my favorite.” 

“That does not surprise me in the slightest,” Aelin said. With her cat-like eyes and prowling gait, Lysandra looked like Maleficent herself. 

The women turned to her, smiles on their faces. No matter how much Aelin had softened toward them since she’d arrived, it was still rare that she actually added to the conversation. “What was your favorite Disney movie growing up, Aelin?” Elide asked her, dark eyes soft and sweet. 

For the first time in a long time, Aelin thought back to the happiness of her childhood, before darkness had overtaken it. She avoided the memory of her parents, and instead brought to her mind images of her younger self coming home from school to pop a DVD into their TV. 

“Probably The Lion King,” she replied, and Lysandra and Elide nodded instantly, grinning. 

“Ugh, so good,” Lysandra said. 

“I loved the Just Can’t Wait to Be King scene,” Aelin said, smiling slightly. She ignored the happy shock on the women’s faces as they saw her expression. She was smiling so much today. “I’d always wondered what it would be like to be royalty.”

Do you plan to continue twin wounds?

Hello! I think this is the first message I’ve ever answered, and it’s so cool! Thank you for asking!

Unfortunately, I have hit a bit of a creative rut in terms of Throne of Glass fanfic, and I do not plan to write more of this series :( that answer could change, of course, and I still adore that story! If you ever have a prompt, I could try to type up a fluffy lil one shot! 😊❤️

Hope this helped :)

(And thanks for reading!!)

[lesbian-deadpool]

okay you know what here comes nothing…

steve's character NEVER made sense to me and never will.

first in the avengers movie: who the hell out him in charge when he's the least qualified after bruce. like clint has had like 20 years of experience in shield and nat has had at least like 15 years of grueling training in the red room and then like 5 years in shield okay? so these two know how to lead a team and how to act on a battlefield and come out victorious. next we have tony who has been iron man for 2 years and he has fought terrorists and maniacs all around. and then we have thor who has HUNDREDS of years of war experience. steve on the other hand has like a year of war experience. so i don't get why HE is the leader and the one calling the shots in the avengers when you have three people WAY more qualified than him.

then in catws i just do not get how he just simply recruits people to join him in his suicide mission like… if sam had a couple additional working brain cells and wasn't fanboying hard, he would not have joined him. and listen there is loyalty to friends and then there is steve who multiplied it by four hundred thousands which leads us to the shitshow called

cacw… like where do i start. did steve have a point in opposing the accords about not wanting to be on a leash, yeah he did. but instead of keeping him emotions in check and talking it out he instead worked on splitting the team up and beat up the ones who don't agree with him. i know tony is not an angel and he made mistakes but the accords were gonna happen whether they liked it or not and if the team stayed together then they can show up as a united front and demand changes in the accords. but once again steve saw bucky and he couldn't see anything or anyone anymore no matter who he hurts in the process.

so half the avengers ended up in jail and wanda treated like an animal. like even if bucky got arrested, if he had been honest with the team and especially tony, you want me to believe that they wouldn't have all helped him get bucky out. so that's why agree mostly with nat's take on the events and when she emphasized the necessity of the team staying together.

and then he goes out calling the shots in aif like he's the man in charge, and his biggest mistake is always counting on luck to solve his problems… he always has this stupid optimism that everything is gonna work out simply because he is captain america like that is supposed to erase all his failures and flaws and mistakes.

and last but not least you cannot convince me that steve went back in time KNOWING that bucky was being TORTURED and BRAINWASHED and turned into a mindless soldier by hydra and steve sat around looking pretty for peggy who he couldn't have known that well to fall this hard for. like he let all the awful things happen around him and he just watched from the sidelines eating popcorn when throughout all the movies he is shown as that self righteous hero who would not let anything slighty bad happen on his watch.

honestly i can go on and on roasting every single one of the characters in the mcu except most the women cause women are always right but i'll just stop here :)

so after my rant the important question is… where the hell is my tshirt??!

Okay, so this is gonna be like an essay to match yours, so get ready for that under the cut lol

The first point: You are so right about that and I've never thought about it that way before.

Thor, Clint, Nat, and Tony have the most experience and qualifications out of all of The Avengers to run/be the leader of a team like that.

While Steve has maybe a single year of out of date war strategies and experience.

Now, don't get me wrong, I love Tony, but at that point in his life (during the first Avengers movie) he was not yet ready (be that bot experience and some forms of maturity) to run The Avengers.

Same goes for Thor, as we were shown in his movies.

He's not a King/a leader, even if he is worthy to be one. He is a fighter. So that's him out of the running.

So, that just leaves the logical option of Clint and Natasha sharing the position.

But no. It had to be Steve. Why?

Because of his over-glorified title of 'Captain America'.

That's the only reason.

Now, on to your second point. I honestly don't have a problem with him recruiting more people to take down H.Y.D.R.A. controlled S.H.I.E.L.D..

But! What I do have an issue with in that movie, is Steve thinking that he needed to know everything that happens in S.H.I.E.L.D., even when it's above his clearance level.

His reasoning?

He's Captain America, so he has to know this stuff.

I couldn't agree more with your points on Civil War.

The Accords are flawed at best.

But they could have kept a level head, stayed together, got the best lawyers and have all the human rights violations removed from the Accords. While still doing what's right by the civilians.

But no.

Steve wanted his way or the highway.

And the thing is, I honestly don't think he understood that the bad things of the Accords could have been changed and/or scrapped entirely. Because that's how laws and stuff work. That you can fight to have them changed, the right way. And not be on the run to do it. Especially in more modern times.

But, let's be entirely honest here, he wouldn't know as deeply as the rest of us.

He went under the ice in WWII.

He never lived through most of the Civil Rights Movement's (be that the Civil Rights for black people, the LGBTQ+, the disabled, for mental health etc..), nor did he grow up with the knowledge, and the change of the world after they had happened.

He only found out about them once he had gotten out of the ice. When they were all very much still happening back in the Mid '40s.

So, that only leads me to believe that he doesn't get the full extent, or the full sense, of how fighting the legal system can work.

But yeah, you're also right, he did just get tunnel vision when it came to Bucky (once again) and thought, "fuck all my other friends and people who care for me, they're not my Bucky!"

Also, side note, I hate it when people demonize Tony and his team for fighting Team Cap when they were the ones pulling their punches the whole time and Team Cap were in it for the kill if needed (sans Clint to Natasha).

And people rag on at Tony for bringing Peter into the fight (when they didn't even want or intend for it to be a fight), because he was a minor.

While yeah, I get that, having a teenager there wasn't the best decision. But at the same time, he was meant to just be there to "web them up" if anything started to stop them from fighting them, and not to get into the actual thick of things.

Granted, that didn't happen.

But hardly anyone talks about the fact that Steve could tell that Peter was a kid, and still threw a like four tone container crate on him, then walked away when he was buckling under the weight.

If Steve would have had a sit-down and a long talk with Tony about Bucky, his brainwashing, and what happened to his parents, in a controlled environment, I guarantee you Tony would have been fucking pissed beyond belief, but he would not have snapped the way he did when he actually found out about it and in that way.

So, all in all, yeah.

Nat was right.

Yet another reason that she should have been the leader of The Avengers from the start, and not Steve.

Honestly, Steve going back to be with Peggy is one of the most stupid things he (and the MCU) has ever done.

He kissed her once, started to and pretty much did get over her, buried her, kissed her niece, then went back to her.

In what fucking universe does that make sense??

Not to mention all of the bullshit he pulled for bucky, just to leave him in an unfamiliar world, because lbh, he's not fully used to it either, basically alone (like Steve was) to go back to Peggy, while Bucky was getting tortured at that time.

This is what makes me believe that wasn't really him.

Oh yeah, most of the characters, minus most of the women, are 100% flawed and can be problematic.

Like, I love Tony, but he's not perfect (when truly nobody is). But I still love him, bc he has a personality and some of, if not the best growth out of all the guys.

So, T-shirt, jacket, hat! Whatever you want!

Welcome to the club!

[shoutaaizawas]

Jordan...I think you know what i'm requesting for. 👀I would like to request a disneyland date w/ aizawa please! However long you like, and whatever style you prefer (hc, drabble, scenarios etc.), I'll love it in whatever form. You're writing is amazing as always, tysm~ 💗🌙

this was an absolute delight to write, it gave me all the serotonin but also made me miss disneyland. im gonna go through my photos from my trips now lol thank you for this

↳ aizawa shouta x reader → ❝disneyland❞

summary: your boyfriend aizawa takes you on a date to your favorite place word count: 1.9k+ tags/warnings: fluff, disneyland a/n: if you want some song recommendations for this married life from up and i see the light from tangled (it’s mentioned in the story so playing it there would be the perfect timing)

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For someone who seemed so indifferent, Aizawa was very invested in you, and the things that made you happy. That’s how you ended up at your favorite place on earth for what you could already tell would be a perfect day.

The two of you were at Disneyland and Aizawa knew exactly how you liked to spend the day there. You got there before park opening, getting beignets at Downtown Disney for breakfast. A terrible sugary fried dough that was not a balanced breakfast but did it matter? You were at Disneyland. You laughed at Aizawa as he took a bite trying to avoid getting the powdered sugar on his black shirt. He failed but that gave you an excuse to brush the sugar off his chest.

Waiting in line to enter the park always left you with that giddy feeling in your stomach. Walking in through Main Street, music playing and the scent of fresh popcorn and cookies in the air you looked at Aizawa asking him what he wanted to do first.

“Space mountain?” He asked. “If we get there fast enough there won’t be a line.”

“I love your mind.” You said before you grabbed his hand and took off running towards the ride. Tomorrowland was always a fun place to start, and after you hit space mountain you could go on the smaller rides there.

“Okay, but what are we doing for the photo?” You asked walking through the hallways into the loading dock for the ride.

“Hmm.” He said. You always had to plan for a pose for the photo in the ride. Aizawa didn’t care but he always indulged your ideas. “Can’t think of anything.” He said.

Aizawa was a liar. As you got to the spot where the picture was taken, which both of you knew well, he grabbed your face pulling you in for a kiss. By the time you got to the screens where the photo showed you were laughing at how shocked and flustered you looked.

Of course, you got a copy of the photo.

After Space Mountain, the two of you made your ways to Star Tours then after that Buzz Lightyear’s Astro Blasters. The two of you always had a fun time on it. The ride was both a ride and a game where you shot a laser gun at targets. No matter how hard you tried you could never beat his high score. Today was not an exception.

You were starting to think he was cheating, how was it even possible to get a score that high. And he was so indifferent about it. You gave him a hard time about his score as you exited the ride.

“It just doesn’t make sense how you’re that good.” You whined.

“I don’t know what to tell you.” He replied taking your hand in his as you returned to the more crowded area of Tomorrowland.

“It’s not fair.” You said your thumb absentmindedly rubbing against the back of his hand.

“Do you want to go to Matterhorn or Thunder Mountain next?” He asked.

“Hmm, Matterhorn is closer.” You said. He nodded and headed in that direction leading you through all the people. You passed the water of the Nemo ride, watching as the submarines went by.

As you approached Matterhorn you could hear the rattle of the carts going by and people screaming. The sound got you excited for the next ride. The polka music playing as you lined up in the queue.

Matterhorn was one of your favorites even if Aizawa complained about how much it threw you around.

“I think it threw my back out of place.” He complained rubbing his shoulder.

“Aww, baby.” You cooed, walking behind him and rubbing his shoulders. “Maybe if we go on it again it will put it back?”

“I’d rather not take my chances.” He said rolling his eyes at your joke.

“Can I get you some popcorn to make it up to you?” You said, leaning up to press your cheek against his as you continued to rub his back.

“Maybe.” He said.

Popcorn made every line better no matter the wait time. The sun was high in the sky as the two of you crossed through Fantasyland into the back way to Frontierland. You passed by the track of the roller coaster Thunder Mountain, the train car coaster flying past into the intricate desert mountain architecture. You looked at Aizawa excited as you made your way to the queue, snacking on popcorn as you waited.

After Thunder Mountain you went on to Pirates of the Caribbean, appreciating the scent of the water that was so unique to Disneyland. On the ride you found Aizawa’s head resting against your shoulder, you couldn’t blame him it was dark and cool. The perfect nap spot. Since the boat ride was so long it left you with a good amount of time to do so. Not that Aizawa needed any of those luxuries.

Once you were off the ride Aizawa was looking refreshed after his power nap so it was time for you to drag him to his least favorite ride. Splash Mountain.

Aizawa was a brave man, there was no question about it. If he was Superman, Splash Mountain was his kryptonite. He hated the ride, there was something about the drop at the end that he could not handle. This didn’t mean he wouldn’t go on it but he suffered through it every time. All it took was one puppy-eyed look and he was getting in line with a sigh.

On the ride you took the front seat happily as Aizawa sat behind you, holding onto your waist for dear life despite the fact that you hadn’t even left the loading dock.

The ride floated through the log flume as you moved through the different scenery. As it went inside with all the animatronics you danced along with the song humming as you did. The ride went further and the song got menacing as the log began to climb up to the top of the drop. Aizawa now had his head buried into your shoulder as the light got closer.

Once you reached the top you enjoyed the brief view of Disneyland before it plummeted to the bottom, water spraying you as you laughed.

“I hate that.” You heard Aizawa mumble into your shoulder.

As the two of you climbed out he grumbled about how much he hated wet socks as you walked out of the ride. You couldn’t help but snap a photo of the photo the ride took. Your smiling face with Aizawa’s hair covering your shoulder was too good to pass up.

In your gratitude you took Aizawa to his favorite food spot in the park, the clam chowder at Disneyland was amazing and you could never resist. You were able to dry off as you ate and Aizawa looked much happier after eating.

Indiana Jones was the next stop, always an exciting ride and one that didn’t torture Aizawa. In fact, you thought it might be his favorite ride, not that he ever admitted to having a particular favorite. He claimed he liked all the rides, Splash Mountain excluded.

Once you were off that you spent the rest of the day on the smaller rides that didn’t have as long of lines.

The sun began to sink into the horizon and lights began to go on. Disneyland at night was nearly another place. The perfect lighting throughout the park was such an experience.

Finally, the event of the night was here, the fireworks. Now, most people went for the spot in front of the castle to watch it. Which was a good place but it was always very crowded and you had to go early to get a spot which wasted a lot of time you could spend on rides.

The best spot was in Fantasyland, by the carousel. You could watch the fireworks from behind the castle and there were never too many people there. You stood next to Aizawa, Fantasyland was pretty much empty other than a few people in line for Dumbo. The carousel stood in front of you but it was closed during the fireworks.

Aizawa’s right arm was wrapped around you holding you close to his side. You leaned your head against his shoulder as the fireworks began. Music played and fireworks lit up the sky.

You watched in awe at the display, it didn’t matter how many times you had seen it before it was always so beautiful. A familiar song began, I See the Light from Tangled. That song always managed to make you tear up. You were so engrossed in the moment that you didn’t pay any attention Aizawa touching your hand.

That was until you felt cold metal against your finger. You looked down curious what was happening only to see a ring on your left hand. You stared at it trying to understand if what you thought was happening was really happening right now.

Looking up to Aizawa you saw an unfamiliar expression on his face, something between nervousness and excitement. Your eyes teared up, the fireworks around you, the music swelling to the peak of the song, the ring on your finger asking you a question you understood far too well.

“S-Shouta are you?” You questioned.

“Will you marry me?” He asked, his words so heartfelt only pushing more tears from your eyes.

“Y-Yes,” You answered. “Of course!”

Aizawa leaned down, one hand on your cheek and the other around your shoulders as he kissed you.

You loved Aizawa and there was no question in your mind what your answer would be to him. There was no one else you could imagine spending the rest of your life with.

Disneyland was a great place for him to propose at and the way he had done it was literally perfect. The perfect setting and timing not to mention it was subtle but more meaningful than anything else could be.

You loved going to Disneyland with Aizawa.

It’s the way you hold hands through the crowds so he doesn’t lose you and how even when you are out of the crowd he still holds your hand. How he holds you from behind while you're in line, resting his head on your shoulder. That small smirk he gives you at the end of a ride when you look over at him with a big, excited smile. It’s sharing a pretzel, tearing off a piece of the bread and dipping it in the nacho cheese before stuffing it in his mouth for him. It’s how romantic it feels to walk together through the chilly night with the lights glowing perfectly around you.

There was no better way to spend a day with your boyfriend- no your fiance.

After the fireworks most of the crowds left, you took advantage of this going on all the popular rides again while there was no line. Once it got late, the park began to close and you both began to walk out through Main Street, the piano music filling the street like a goodbye.

“Do you want anything?” Aizawa asked gesturing to the gift shops.

“I think I have the best souvenir I could ask for after today.” You said holding up your left hand to him with a smile.

Aizawa smiled back taking your hand in his again, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Let’s go home, princess.” He said teasingly.

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Body |Peter's Turn

Part 2 of 2 (Part 1 -> here)

Masterlist

Gender: Female

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Warning: none (suspicions of cheating but no actual cheating lol just a lotta funny miscommunication)

Anon requested- can I get a one shot where the reader does the body positivity trend with the new megan thee stallion song and the reader is insecure about how ppl will react to it?? Most importantly how peter will react to it?? K thanks

A/N- Part 2 cuz I immediately knew what I wanted to do with this the second I got the ask. (Peter's turn)

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When Peter heard that you'd been nervous about showing him your video, he freaked.

He thought he'd done something wrong. That maybe he gave off weird vibes or that he'd said something before that made you think he wouldn't have liked it. Which definitely wasn't true. He liked everything you did.

Well, except that one time you got bangs. He didn't really like the bangs.

Anyway, Peter felt like he needed to show you that he was okay with it all. That he was down with anything you wanted to do or show him.

He looked in the mirror early that morning and decided.

Peter wanted to show what he had to offer.

He looked down at your TikTok "body" video on his phone. He could do something like that, right? He was completely clueless, but he could at least try his best.

He pulled out his phone and texted the one guy he knew could help him out.

~~

PeterParkour🤟: i need u to teach me the lip bitey thingy

PrinceHarry👑: bro what

PrinceHarry👑: ???

PrinceHarry👑: what is that

PeterParkour🤟: like when u make yourself look all cool when u bite your lip

PrinceHarry👑: ...

PrinceHarry👑: oh

PrinceHarry👑: OH

PrinceHarry👑: 😂

PrinceHarry👑: lmao why do u wanna do that???

PeterParkour🤟: im trying to make a video for y/n

PrinceHarry👑: what kind of video 👀

PeterParkour🤟: NOT LIKE THAT

PeterParkour🤟: well actually

PeterParkour🤟: kinda like that

PrinceHarry👑: PETER WHATTTTT

PeterParkour🤟: ill explain later which penthouse are u at tonight?

PrinceHarry👑: the one closest to ur apartment

PeterParkour🤟: ok ill come over

~~

Now, on your end, school was kicking your ass.

You weren't failing, but the amount of make-up work you had was so far through the roof that you might as well be. And the teachers were hellbent on making it the hardest they could.

To put it short, you needed a break.

And the second MJ heard your tired, irritated voice over the phone, she was on her way over with chips, dip, popcorn, and movies. If there was anything to calm you down, it'd be a nice movie.

MJ had gone to your kitchen to make the popcorn and you were laying on your bed finishing up some homework, when you got a phone call from Harry. "Hello?"

"I didn't know you and Pete were sending nudes."

You paused. "What?"

He carried on in a nonchalant tone. "I mean, I never took you guys as the types to do that, but damn, you two really surprised me. Dude's really over here asking for tips and everything-"

You sat up in your bed, alert and highly confused. "Okay," you said, taking a deep breath" ....what, again, the fuck?" Harry continued to ramble but one sharp scolding tone stopped him. "Harry, shut up."

He paused on the other side of the phone and then suddenly his voice came back, extremely hesitant. "...wait, was I not supposed to say anything? Did I just fuck up?" He sighed. "Oops.."

"No, Harry tell me what the hell you're-" BEEP. You looked down and saw that he hung up.

Just then, MJ opened the door, hands full with freshly popped popcorn. "Okay, ready to get the movie started?" She walked to the bed when she noticed that you were practically frozen in your spot. "Um, [Y/N]?"

You looked up with glossy eyes and she immediately knew that something was wrong. "Dude, what happened?"

You frantically shrugged a bit, and then let out a shrill laugh, half confused and half preparing for the worst. "Peter's- um... apparently... sending nudes to...me....Harry... someone?"

"What?"

-

Peter had finally made it to Harry's penthouse.

"So, nudes?," Harry chirped, very amused as he opened his door.

"What nudes?," Peter asked as he stepped into the living room. "What are you talking about?"

Harry paused. "Wait, what were you talking about?"

Peter only stared back in confusion, leaving Harry to pick through his own confusion fragments of information. He quizzically looked at him. "But-..the texts?"

"Oh!," Peter laughed, moving to sit on the couch. "No, I wanna make one of those thirst trap TikToks for [Y/N], that's all," he explained with a shrug and a bashful smile. "She made one for me, now I wanna repay the favor."

"Dude!," Harry hissed out. "You should've just said that!"

"Well, how about you just need to stop making assumptions," Peter said with a slight frown, not understanding why his friend was so wound up.

"Well, I had to since you kept being so vague!"

Peter rolled his eyes and started towards the refrigerator, if not to actually get something to drink, getting away from a crazed Harry for two seconds would be enough.

When he sat back down, Harry started to speak again. "So, what did you need me for?"

"Oh," Peter mumbled, shifting in his seat. "Well, you know how to do that sort of... stuff, right?"

"You mean looking like a fuckboy?," Harry snickered. "Yeah I'd say that's well within my reservoir."

Peter gave his typical bashful look. "So... teach me your fuckboy ways?"

Harry grinned. "Peter. You have no idea how long I've been waiting to hear you say that."

-

You held your phone in your handle, looking at Peter's contact number hesitantly.

"Just text him," MJ said with an eyeroll.

"But what if it's nothing?! I don't wanna be the crazy girlfriend!"

"But what if it's something?," MJ added. "Cuz if you put it off now, and it actually ends up being something, you'll be even more miserable than you would be if you just found out now."

You took a long breath and nodded. "Okay then I'll text him."

"But if it is nothing, you'll look pretty stupid jumping to conclusions like that."

You sighed. "So, no?"

"But then if it's something-" she continued, getting deeper underneath your skin with each word. "-you'll look even more stupid because you could've found out sooner and you didn't."

Finally quieting down from her rambling, MJ noticed you glaring at her. You sighed.

"So...do I or do I not text him?"

"Oh nah, dude. I mean, I wouldn't. After all, I'm not saying that I think it's something," she said with a shrug. "I'm just saying on the off-chance that it is, you'd be in bad shape."

"Okay can we please stop playing devil's advocate with my life?!"

"You know I love watching you squirm [Y/N]." "Anyway, I'm sure Peter's not cheating. The boys were probably just doing something dumb and Harry just explained horribly."

You bit your lip. "You sure?"

She shrugged. "Pretty sure."

-

"Okay, now lower the camera just a little," Harry instructed. "You gotta show the v-line, but still leave enough for imagination."

Peter dropped his arm and his posture and shot Harry an incredulous glare. "Harry, if you focused this much in school I wouldn't have to tutor you."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Just keep going."

This was the third picture taken and though it was out of his element, Peter strangely felt very confident with what he was doing. He never saw himself as ugly, but he certainly never saw himself as hot either. Not like Harry. But looking at himself now, with Harry's corny chain necklaces on and his hair scruffed up in a way he's not used to, he knew one thing for certain.

He looked good.

"Okay," Harry said. "Now the last one, actually needs to be some dumb picture someone took of you in your gallery."

Peter frowned. "Huh? But I'm on a roll here."

"Yeah but the whole point is that all of these pictures weren't supposed to be taken directly beforehand," he pointed out. "Since you're breaking that rule, you gotta throw in a cute dumb one to throw off your scent." He smirked. "Also, you gotta show the ladies and gents that you have a softer, funnier side."

Peter stared for a moment. "..why do you have this down to a science?"

"Says the science geek?," Harry retorted.

-

Peter spent the night at Harry's and they drove to school early in the morning. He was glad that it was Tuesday because your schedules made it so that you'd both have lunch together every other day.

"You sure she'll like it?," he asked Harry as they walked down the halls before lunch.

Harry rolled his eyes with a laugh. "You know, she asked me the exact same thing for you when she made her video?"

Peter nodded quietly, still feeling a bit down about you feeling bad about showing him that video. "Yeah, I know."

"Jesus," Harry laughed. "You insecure little dweebs are made for each other!"

"I'm gonna take that as a compliment..."

"As you should," Harry said with a shrug, as nonchalant as ever.

The two boys walked into the lunchroom and to the table they knew best. You and MJ were already there.

Peter could tell just by the look on your face that something was wrong. "Hey," he greeted cautiously. "Is everything okay?"

MJ glared at him and he looked to Harry, whose clueless face was not helping.

Finally, you looked up and sighed. "Pete, be honest. Are you cheating on me?"

What.

"What?!"

You examined the utter shock and terror in his face. It didn't look fake. He looked saddened and scared as he began to ramble. "No no! I would never! What even made you think-!"

His eyes caught yours as you looked over towards Harry sittting next to him. Peter turned toward Harry and then looked back to you in confusion. "Wait, you think I cheated on you with HARRY?"

MJ bursts out laughing next you. "Jesus..."

Harry scoffed. "Well don't sound so excited Peter, jeez."

You let out a small chuckle but kept your eyes on Peter. "It's just... Harry called me and...said something about nudes and-"

Peter's face grew even more contorted with bafflement. "Nudes?!"

Harry hit his forehead, finally understanding what was happening. "Ooooooooh, me and my big mouth..."

All eyes turned towards him. "What, Harry?"

He sighed. "This is all just a big mix-up." Harry nudged Peter. "Just show her the thing dude."

"What thing?," MJ asked.

Peter fished through his pockets. "Okay," he mumbled, a bit shaken up by what happened. He took his phone out and handed it to you. "Here."

You looked up and saw Peter looking down at you, waiting for your reaction.

"So, this is what you were doing yesterday?"

He nodded.

You blew out a long breath of relief. "You're not cheating."

"God no, babe, I'd never cheat on you," he cooed, stepping over towards your seat. "I know you were really nervous when you showed me yours, and so... I thought I should repay the favor."

He didn't even have time to breathe before you were on him, wasting no time in bringing your lips to his. He kissed you back, mildly aware of the people in the lunchroom around the two of you, but he still didn't care.

Peter pulled away with a smitten smile until he noticed blood on his lip. He wiped it away with his hand and frowned when he realized it was not his own.

You almost asked what was wrong when you noticed him looking at you strangely, but MJ beat you to the punch.

"Dude, you have a bloody nose!"

You gasped, picking up a napkin from the table.

Harry laughed. "Did you really just get a horny nosebleed?"

"Horny nosebleed?," MJ snickered.

"That's not a thing," you scoffed. "...is it?"

"It actually is," Peter corrected, blushing profusely and rubbing his neck. "Just glad to know you thought the video was hot."

"It was really hot," you gushed.

Peter grinned and pulled you close. "Aww babe."

MJ rolled her eyes. "Okay lovebirds, get a room."

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Lol I know this was pretty trash but I was just trying to get to sleep while I was finishing this

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Guard Dogs Week 2020

Day Three - "Stay"

———

Thunder boomed outside.

Jaune was alone in the living room, the colorful lights from the TV his only source of light.

Marrow had a rough day at work, Jaune knew, and insisted on sleeping first. So Jaune let him. He deserved it. Jaune may have been a huntsman, but his boyfriend was an Ace Operative. Which was basically the same, but with hard extras.

One would be undercover missions. Those especially pained him because he didn't know anything about them. He knew they were happening, but that was all the information Marrow was allowed to disclose. What they were doing, who they were assigned to.. Whatever they were supposed to do. Jaune didn't know, and it worried him every second of the day Marrow wasn't safe and at home. Not that he didn't trust him to take care of himself, of course.

He snapped out of his thoughts, realizing his movie wasn't in the same scene anymore. A grimace reached his face as a gory sword was pulled out of a screaming leper woman.

Thunder crackled violently outside, furthering the disturbing effect of the scene.

That's enough TV for today.

He clicked the remote and turned off the television, cursing as he was plunged into darkness.

After fumbling around in pitch black, he was able to find his scroll, and much faster, the light switch. A sigh of relief escaped his lips.. Which vanished as soon as he saw all the microwave popcorn he dropped in the dark earlier.

"Ugh," he mumbled. But an amused smile soon crept up his face. "I swear, if mom or Saph' saw me now.."

He cleaned up the mess. Not that much. Just enough to not make the living room look like a dumpsite. He could finish tomorrow. It was his day off, after all. Something Marrow didn't have, he remembered sadly.

Once finished, Jaune turned out the lights and locked the door, finally deciding to head to Marrow.

As he went into him room, thunder boomed once more, making Jaune flinch. More lightning flashed at the window, signaling more thunder.

Jaune glanced down at Marrow, who hogged the sheets as per usual. Jaune didn't really mind. He wasn't the type to get cold easily anyway.

When he sat on the bed was when the thunder sounded off again.

He decided to just get used to it, as he really wanted to sleep now. He plopped his legs down on the foam, pushing stray edges of the blanket towards Marrow. The way he was clutching them made him seem cold, but Jaune didn't want to wake him.

However, as soon as he placed his head on his pillow, he felt Marrow's fingers brush his back subtly. He might've been asleep as he did it, but something didn't sit right with Jaune.

"'Ro?" Jaune whispered, turning to check on his boyfriend.

One shy, pale aquamarine eye peeped from the mound of blankets.

The smallest smile grew on Jaune's face.

"You're still awake then, huh?"

Nod. Jaune chuckled.

"Well, then.. Mind if I—" he slipped an arm around Marrow's waist— "Slide into the blanket with you then?"

Marrow snorted, pushing the sheets off his head.

"You're a big dork, you know that?"

"Hear it everyday, love."

"I don't think I tell you enough—"

Thunder erupted outside.

Marrow tensed visibly, though it was clear he was trying to resist full-on jumping out of the bed. Jaune raised his eyebrows, his grip on Marrow's waist tightening subconsciously.

"You're—"

"No!" Marrow cried. "I am not!"

"You are!" a grin grew on Jaune's face. "Oh, my gods, you are!"

Marrow glared at him, then mentally cursed his tail, which turned straight as a pencil as he spoke.

"Just.. Just shut up."

Jaune chuckled, now wrapping his other arm around Marrow, entangling him in a semi-apologetic embrace.

Marrow tensed.

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to make fun," he smiled. "If this makes it up to you, I'm terrified of spiders."

Marrow didn't relax much, his reply a broken up mumble.

Jaune frowned, lowering his gaze to Marrow's.

"Hey? You alright, 'Ro?"

Marrow snapped back to reality, eyes wide as he realized that he just spaced out.

"Y-Yeah! Yeah, I'm fine.."

"Are you sure?" Jaune asked, his brows furrowing anxiously. "You can tell me, 'Ro, really."

Marrow blinked at him, his heart pounding in his ears.

A warm chuckle escaped his lips. "Jaune, I'm alright. The people who raised me were never the.. Touchy-feely type."

A pause.

"Not so used to the hugs."

"Oh.." Jaune mumbled. ".. Do you want me to stop?"

"No." Marrow commanded. Crimson slowly dusted his face as he kept talking.

"Just.. Just stay. Stay right here and do not move."

"Ever?"

"Nope."

Jaune smiled, tightening his embrace. "I can do that."

———

here's day three, folks. i'll make this quick bc i'm really busy @-@

this takes place around their first few weeks in a relationship together uwu

and i will admit, this has been my favorite piece to make so far lol

— ari

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No Control

Gonna blame One Direction yet again for this.. This Idea popped in my head the same day that You & I did.... so here ya go.. Also if you. aren't a 1D fan... im sorry LOL.. But at least enjoy the fluffy gooey Colt moment!!

7,8,9,10

Colt huffed, finishing his last set and setting the weights down. He worked out.. alot, more on days where his mind could not shut off, Where his every thought was consumed by her. It had been 1 month since he had seen her last, her hair was different,  her makeup was excessive, and if she had been someone he had seen randomly on the street, he wouldn't even recognize her… but those eyes. Those eyes we're the only thing that mattered. 

What he wouldn't give to be on the outside right now, to hold her,  feel the softness of her skin against his. To press his lips tightly against hers, the ache to be with her almost too much to bare, but in here he had to be strong,  always vigilant. He made his way back to his cell, waiting for the metal door to click shut as he tossed himself onto his bunk. One positive thing about the entire shitty situation he landed himself in was he had no cellly, no bunk mate if you will, And no one to beat to a pulp when they thought they could go up against him. His last one tried and failed. He did not leave visible marks, he didn't cause a scene Colt was smart, savvy, and calculating.

The bed shifted above him late one night, he knew what was coming and he was ready. As the man lurched over him, he kicked his foot out with all his might, right into the center of his stomach sending him flying back. He jumped out of bed stealthily gripping the man up and holding him against the wall, both arms pinned behind his back. "One move and I will end you right here, I can make it look like an accident.  You suddenly stopped breathing in your sleep." He seethed. "Im sorry. Im sorry. Dont kill me. I'll tell you everything you need to know." His cellmate squealed quickly, folding like a piece of paper.  

Colt had big dreams, he wanted to be the king of L.A. he wanted to take the reigns of the MPC and rule with his Queen by his side. The more time he sat in that cell with the days and months passing by at a snails pace, the more he thought of another life, one beyond the thugging and gangs. A small house somewhere in the suburbs with 2 or 3 kids running around.  He would open Kaneko Autobody there and he and Ellie could live the life she deserved. 

 He would move heaven and earth for that girl, just to make her happy.  He remembered the time he knew he had fallen for her, the exact moment he knew that he was completely head over heels in love with Ellie Martin. 

********

The rest of the crew were out on a job, they wouldn't be back until the next day. Ellie and Colt were ordered to stay behind and watch the shop, a bitch job that Colt hated. Ellie walked over to the couch in the makeshift living room of the garage, grabbing the remote from his hands. "Hey, what the hell?" he snapped, turning his body towards her. She gave him a smug little smirk as she started clicking through the channels. "So what, you think you can just flop down and take control of the tv because you're cute?" His eyes wide, a piece of popcorn stuck to the corner of his mouth. 

"You just said I was cute." She smirked, she was challenging him and he knew it. She had been the only person he found to challenge him, a fact he bith loathed and also secretly liked and she had just made him slip up. 

"I was watching that." 

"Annnd now you're not!" He could see the corners of her lips curl up as she kept her eyes on the tv screen. 

"I could take it back. Just like that." He snapped his fingers.  

"Mmmhmmm." 

Colt began to get irritated, she knew exactly how to push his buttons and she did it well. 

He let out a furious growl as he pounced, pushing her down onto the cushions, pinning her hands above her head. The remote clattered to the floor as she stared back at him wide eyed, wiggling underneath him. "Let me go or else." She giggled, prompting him to roll his eyes. "Oh. Yeah. So frightening." He snorted. 

"I could make you." She challenged. 

"No offense sweetheart but, I kind of have the upper hand here." His face inches from hers. She lifted her head slightly, her lips pressing against his catching him off guard.  He let go of her hands, cupping her face gently as he deepened the kiss, the task of reclaiming the tv remote all but forgotten. 

The next thing he knew he was on the floor, Ellie reaching down grabbing the remote and continuing her clicking. Colt sat there dazed, what had just happened? He climbed back onto the couch, Ellie scooted over nuzzling into his side. He threw his arm around her as she sunk into his embrace.  "So what are we watching?" Just like that, he folded.

The next morning he woke up to the sound of her phone. Music from the speakers.  Oh god, not this shit again He silently groaned at the familiar voices of her favorite band. 

Waking up

Beside you I'm my loaded gun

I can't contain this anymore

I'm all yours

I've got no control

No control

Powerless

And I don't care it's obvious

I just can't get enough of you

The pedal's down, my eyes are closed

No control

The lyrics resounding in his head. He looked over at her sleeping peacefully next to him on the couch.. he hated the music, but one thing was for sure. The pedal was definitely down, full speed, he was all hers. He had no control anymore, he was in love with her... absolutely and irrevocably head over heels in love.

**********

The sound of his door clicking open for chow pulled him from his thoughts. Five more months to go, and he would be with her again.. All hers, for he still had no control when it came to her.

ROD

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