#I saw That Shot (you know the one) and my brain broke with how beautiful it was

[zelkams-art]

in all timelines in all possibilities only you can show me this

[slytherin-princess-x]

Last day of slytherinmas 😭

My girl

Theodore nott x cheerleader!reader

Summary: you keep your relationship hidden but when a charming gryffindor captain tries to win you over, it’s not just a game of quidditch anymore it’s a game for you

A/n: it’s his pov guys and thank you for another great idea @smut-anarchy I wanna kiss your beautiful brain 💋

The sun hung high in the autumn sky, casting a warm golden hue over the Quidditch pitch at Hogwarts. The excitement of the crowd buzzed in my ears, a cacophony of cheers and shouts that rose and fell like the wind. I stood on the sidelines, my heart pounding not from the thrill of the game but from a simmering anger that threatened to boil over.

Gryffindor was playing Slytherin today, and while the usual rivalry had me on edge, it wasn’t the opposing team that had me fuming. No, it was their captain, Oliver Wood. With his tousled hair and those infuriatingly charming winks he kept sending toward the Slytherin cheerleaders, my focus shifted solely to him, and more specifically, to Y/N.

Y/N was mesmerizing, even in her cheer uniform. Her laughter rang out above the rest, and every time Wood shot her a flirty wink, a knot tightened in my stomach. I couldn’t stand it. She was my girl, and I had no intention of letting anyone else think otherwise.

As I watched Wood fly around the pitch, I could feel the rage bubbling within me. He was supposed to be focused on the game, yet he was wasting precious moments trying to win Y/N’s affection rather than leading his team. I clenched my fists, my knuckles white as I considered what I would do to show him that she wasn’t interested in his charming little antics.

When Slytherin scored their first goal, I caught Y/N’s eye. She smiled brightly, her eyes sparkling with delight, but I could see the confusion lurking beneath the surface. Did she even realize how much Wood was flirting with her? I hoped not. The last thing I wanted was for her to reciprocate. My mind raced with thoughts of how to assert my claim, how to remind everyone that she was mine.

As the match continued, it became apparent that I needed to focus. I was a Beater, and my job was to protect my teammates, to ensure that we won. But my attention kept being drawn to the Gryffindor captain. The way he smiled at Y/N and winked, as if it were a game in itself.

“Focus, Nott,” Blaise shouted to me, making me force my gaze back to the pitch. I could hear the cheers from the stands, feel the adrenaline surging in the air, but it was all clouded by my growing jealousy.

The game wore on, and it seemed that Oliver was determined to keep his flirtation going. I could see him glance at Y/N every chance he got, completely ignoring the game’s flow. It only fueled my determination. I was ready to send him a message, to make him realize that he was crossing a line.

With every swing of my bat, I aimed to protect my teammates while keeping an eye on Wood. I wasn’t above playing dirty if it meant defending my territory.

“Keep your eyes on the ball, Theo!” My friend Draco’s voice broke through my haze of anger. I barely registered him; I was locked on Oliver.

Then it happened. A bludger was coming straight for Wood as he flew high above the pitch. Instinct kicked in; I swung my bat, sending the ball hurtling toward him with a calculated force. The impact was satisfying as he narrowly dodged it, but I could see the annoyance flash in his eyes. Good. Let him know I’m not here to play nice.

The match progressed, and with each passing moment, I felt the tide of the game turning in our favor. My teammates rallied, fueled by the promise of victory and the desire to defend our honor. Y/N cheered us on from the sidelines, her voice ringing clear and bright.

Finally, as the match neared its end, Slytherin secured a decisive lead. The moment came when I saw Oliver making yet another desperate attempt to impress Y/N with a flashy move. I could feel my anger boiling over, and I took one last swing of my bat, sending a bludger careening directly at him.

He dodged, but the distraction was enough. Our Seeker, Millicent, dove toward the Golden Snitch, her determination matched only by my own. She caught it, and the crowd erupted in cheers.

Slytherin had won.

As I landed on the pitch, adrenaline coursing through me, I scanned the crowd for Y/N. She was beaming, her smile lighting up my world, and in that moment, I knew I had to claim her in front of everyone. I had to show Wood and the rest of the school that she belonged to me.

I strode toward her, my heart pounding in my chest. When I reached her, the noise of the crowd faded, and it was just the two of us. Without hesitation, I pulled her into my arms and kissed her fiercely. It was a declaration, a promise, a way to stake my claim.

The crowd erupted into a mix of cheers and gasps, but I didn’t care. I could feel Y/N’s surprise melt into delight as she kissed me back, her hands tangled in my hair.

Oliver’s glare from the other side of the pitch was almost palpable, but I didn’t let it bother me. I had won the game, and more importantly, I had won her heart.

In that moment, nothing else mattered. I was Theodore Nott, the boy who defended what was his, and I had no intention of letting anyone—especially not Oliver Wood—get in my way.

Taglist: @yootvi @redeemingvillains @littlemadamred @smut-anarchy

[amongemeraldclouds]

Down Bad

Theo runs to the Astronomy Tower to confess his feelings for you before it’s too late.

Theodore Nott x f!Reader

Warning: fluff, no use of y/n, kissing. Inspired by the Taylor Swift song with the same title. The first paragraph may sound grim, but I swear this is a fluff piece!

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Theodore Nott had really screwed up this time. His lungs burned and his heart pounded as he raced towards the Astronomy Tower where he was about to lose the love of his life. If he was too late, you would never know how he felt. Let alone have the future he wanted with you. No, he can’t think that way.

He allowed himself a moment catch his breath when he reached the top of the Astronomy Tower. When he saw you looking out beyond the ledge, his worst fears were confirmed. He ran towards you and grabbed your waist, holding tight as he walked backwards. You yelped in surprise, struggling against your unexpected assailant.

The struggle sends you both toppling down the floor, away from the ledge. You squirmed beneath - oh, Theo. Your breath caught in your throat when you realized he’s on top of you. Salazar, everything about him was so beautiful. You kicked yourself internally, willing your brain to catch up with your heart.

“What in Salazar’s name, Theo! What are you doing?” You seethed, angry and confused. You had been avoiding him for a week since he broke your heart. Picture this: you finally mustered up the courage to confess your feelings for your childhood best friend only to be met by silence - not even rejection, just silence. Like your feelings were not even worth his words. And now he tackles you?

“No, I should be saying that to you. What are you thinking jumping off from the Astronomy Tower? You can’t just leave me before I tell you that I love you too.” His intense gaze burned into you.

You blinked at his words, confused. “Pray tell, dear genius, what does one do at the Astronomy Tower?”

It was his turn to blink back in confusion. He looked off to your side and noticed your telescope and scattered instruments. He was too stunned to speak.

“I was doing our Astronomy homework, you dolt, which you would know about if you weren’t busy skiving off with Mattheo.”

“But Pansy said you’ve been depressed lately and was alone in the Astronomy Tower,” he thought back at the conversation. Sure, you had been down bad for him and because of him this week. You couldn’t even get through quidditch practice without crying and cursing his name.

And yet - “So you just assumed I’m going to throw my life away for you?” You scoffed. “I’ll get over you someday, but I don’t know how you’ll ever get over yourself,” you teased. It was adorable how his cheeks blushed in embarrassment though you hated how quickly your anger faded.

He buried his head into the crook of your neck to hide in shame just like all those times you’ve cuddled together. Your hands wrapped around his shoulders out of habit. “I didn’t know what I was thinking,” he admitted. 

“So there is hope yet for you and your ego,” you mused before your mind snagged on the rest of his words. “Wait, did you tell me you love me?”

He raised his head and looked back at you, “I did. I’m sorry I froze when you confessed your feelings. You deserved better. I’m not good with these things, but for you I will try. I love you. Ti amo così tanto.”

“Well, you already know how I feel,” you deadpanned, trying to channel your teenage petulance despite the warmth blooming in your chest. 

“I don’t get to hear it again?” He asked with a hopeful expression.

“No,” you replied, tilting your head away from him though you couldn’t hide the grin on your face.

“Too bad, I was hoping to kiss you after you said it.”

You looked back at him, returning the challenge, “kiss me and maybe I’ll say it.” 

So he did. Electric bliss shot through you the instant your lips connected. His lips were soft and warm, the taste of cigarettes and mint mingled together as he ran his tongue along your bottom lip. You gasped at the sensation and he took the opportunity to explore your mouth.

There was nothing gentle about the kiss. It was a hundred ‘finally’s melting together into this one euphoric moment. You ran your hands through his hair, needing him closer. Needing more.

The kiss was over way too soon as he propped himself on his elbows to look at you. He saw everything he needed to know in your expressive eyes. Still, he asked, “will you tell me now?”

“No,” you bit back a smile.

“Guess I’ll just have to kiss you more.”

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A/N: A literal Down Bad moment with Theo tackling you bahahaha.

[lemoncrushh]

Victoria's Secret

Summary: Harry meets Victoria, a beautiful plus-size woman, at a party and is quite smitten with her.

Warnings: smut, body image issues - 18+ ONLY!

Word Count: 3216

A/N: One of my early one shots from 2016. Written from Harry's POV.

I saw her from across the room. I wondered if we'd met before, and I racked my brain trying to recall where we might have, or perhaps some kind of clue as to what her name was, but I came up blank. She had a familiar face, though. One of those kind faces that's easy to talk to, someone you instantly want to get to know.

I watched her for a few minutes while she mingled with a handful of people, faceless people. I couldn't even tell you if they were male or female. My eyes were set on her.

She had reddish-brown hair, or perhaps it was coloured, I couldn't really tell. It fell past her shoulders in soft waves that framed her pretty face. She had full lips that I enjoyed watching move while she spoke, though I couldn't make out the words. She wore a black dress that accentuated her full curves with confidence and taste, and a bit of modesty. I was quite taken with her.

After a while I realised I must have looked like a fool for staring, so I averted my gaze and made my way to the open bar. Ordering a drink, I turned around to look in her direction again. We made eye contact, and she smiled.

I think I smiled back. I was sure I did. But all I could think about was the blood pumping through my veins at triple speed, making me feel light-headed. She was stunning.

As quickly as she'd acknowledged me, she'd turned away. Another woman standing next to her had a hold of her arm, and it looked as though she was introducing her to someone else. I watched her shake hands with him, instantly feeling a ping of jealousy.

I wanted to go up to her and introduce myself, but my feet were resolved to keep me bolted to the ground. I shook my head, internally calling myself a git and a wanker, no doubt the biggest idiot in the room. I had no problem talking to women. I had no idea why this should be any different.

I took a massive gulp from my glass, setting it on the bar. Then after letting out a few deep breaths, I turned around again, determined to at least go say hello.

As soon as I took a step toward her, our eyes met again. This time I know I smiled, and she returned it with one of her own before biting her bottom lip. That luscious, full, bottom lip.

"Hey, Styles, how's it going?" I heard a voice to my left.

Narrowing my eyes in frustration, I greeted the man, exchanging pleasantries. I'd already forgotten his name from the last time we'd met, but it didn't seem to matter. He patted my shoulder before strolling past me to the bar, finally allowing me to continue my mission.

My annoyance only grew as I was stopped by more people along the way, but I did my best to give them my attention like I always do. When the last two people decided to make small talk with me, I shifted my gaze to see if the lovely lady was still where she'd been standing. She was, only now she had a semi-circle of people standing around her. I watched her laugh at something one of the other girls had said, throwing her head back before covering her mouth with her hand. I couldn't help but smile. She had a great laugh, and she looked beautiful while doing it.

I heard one of the girls I'd been chatting with, a model I think, say something to me, so I turned my attention back to her, but only to kindly excuse myself. She was pretty and nice enough, but I had my sights set on someone else tonight.

Finally, I was two steps away. I stood behind one of the women she was talking to, my eyes focused on hers, silently willing her to look up at me. When she did, her face broke into a smile again, lighting up the room. The woman to whom she'd been conversing must have noticed, because she turned around.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, looking up at me. "Harry!"

"Hello," I nodded.

This woman also looked familiar, but in a different way. She quickly introduced herself, and I recognised her name.

"This is my dear friend, Victoria," she said, gesturing toward the woman I'd come to meet. "I think she's kind of a fan of yours."

"Stop it," muttered Victoria, poking her friend in the arm.

I grinned as I held out my hand. "Nice to meet you, Victoria."

"How do you do," she smiled, shaking my hand.

I wasn't sure if it was her smile or her soft hand that sent a bolt of electricity throughout my body, but perhaps it was a little of both. Now that I was up close, I noticed she was even prettier. She was not a small, petite girl. She was a bigger gal, with womanly curves. And as far as I was concerned, she could rival anyone's beauty in the entire room. I felt drawn to her, and we'd only just been introduced.

Our eyes seemed to be locked on each other until I heard her friend, whose name now escapes me, clear her throat.

"I think I'm going to get another drink," she announced.

"Okay," nodded Victoria, not peeling her gaze from me.

I smirked as she bit her bottom lip again. If she was going to continue doing that, I might just have to grab her and kiss her right there.

"So, Victoria," I said, "have we met before? You look really familiar to me."

She giggled, shaking her head. "God, no."

"Are you sure?"

She raised her eyebrows. "I'm quite certain I would remember."

"Okay then," I chuckled. "Maybe it was in a dream."

Victoria was silent for a moment until she let out a sound. "Pppffff. Is that some sort of a line?"

"No," I narrowed my eyes and shrugged.

I wasn't angry with her for thinking that; I was more perturbed at myself for saying it out loud. It was pretty cheesy.

Her face softened. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean-"

"No, no," I waved it off, "I'm sorry. That was a dumb thing to say."

I cursed myself as I looked around the room, thinking for sure she was about ready to tell me to get lost.

"No, it wasn't," I heard her say. "It was kinda cute."

I shook my head at the ground before lifting it to look at her again. She had the prettiest glow about her. I couldn't quite describe it. I wanted to know her, to hold her, to kiss her. I placed my hand over my heart.

"I apologise for the cheesy line."

"Apology accepted," she grinned.

Victoria and I spent the next two hours or so getting to know each other. The more I learned about her, the more I liked her, and the more attracted I was to her. There was no doubt there had been a spark when I first saw her, but after spending time with her, I could tell it was full blown chemistry. I wanted her, and her flirtatious personality and body language told me she felt the same.

As usual, other people came up to me during the night, and though I stopped to talk to them, I never left Victoria's side, nor did she mine, except to go to the bar and return with drinks.

As the end of the night approached, I began to feel anxious. I didn't want to say goodbye to Victoria, though I was certain if I asked to see her again she would have said yes. The words that came out of her mouth as she set her empty glass on the bar surprised me, however.

"Harry," she said, looking up at me with her big brown eyes, "I'm afraid I don't have a ride."

"What?" I raised my eyebrows.

"My friends left long ago," she confessed, a shy smile on her lips.

She didn't have to tell me any more. I knew what she meant. I actually felt my heart flutter and my stomach do a flip as I stood up and offered her my hand. She took it with no hesitation, and I led her to the exit.

We were silent in the car until I asked her where she was staying. When she told me, I then told the driver before gently placing my hand on her knee. She smiled up at me, giving me a signal that she was okay with my touching her. Leaning closer, I paused before lowering my mouth onto hers. She tasted sweet, like the cocktails she'd been drinking all evening, sending a buzz throughout my nervous system, like a bolt of electricity.

The car pulled in front of the hotel in what seemed liked mere seconds, the driver opening the door on my side. I stepped out, turning around to take Victoria's hand. With my hand on the small of her back, I walked with her to the lift. She was quiet on the ride up to her floor, but I couldn't stop staring at her. I couldn't wait to get to her room and undress her.

When the lift doors opened, she jumped a little, like she'd been in deep thought. I grinned to myself, knowing she'd been thinking about me and what was to come.

I stood next to her as she opened her small handbag and pulled out a room key, sliding it into the slot to unlock the door. She remained quiet as I followed her in the room, letting the door shut behind me. I watched her as she tossed her bag in the chair beside the window before turning around to face me. She had another of her lovely smiles on her face, but this one was underlined with nerves.

Wanting to put her at ease, I stepped closer to her and took her hands in mine. I rubbed the backs of them with my thumbs as I gazed into her eyes. Then ever so slightly, I lifted one hand to her neck, pulling her to me and kissing her soft lips.

She sighed as her body leaned into mine. My mouth still covering hers, I shook out of my jacket, tossing it on the chair where she'd dropped her bag. Then I grabbed her hips and pulled her flush against me, so close I could feel her heartbeat.

I continued to kiss her as her hands found the back of my head, letting me know she enjoyed being kissed and wasn't wanting to stop any time soon. That was fine with me. She had such kissable lips.

After exploring her mouth with my tongue, I moved my lips across her cheek to her ear, allowing her a moment to catch her breath.

"Harry..." she whispered as my lips travelled down to her neck.

The vibration of her voice against my mouth sent me into overdrive. I felt myself get hard almost instantly. Her skin was so soft, I wanted to explore every bit.

My mouth found hers again as my hands ran up her back, finding the top of the zipper. Just as I began to pull it down, her hands gripped my elbows.

"Wait," she breathed, pulling away from the kiss.

"What is it?" I asked.

I suddenly realised she was trembling, a look of apprehension on her face.

"Hey," I said, sliding my hands under her ears, "There's no need to be nervous with me."

She made a sound, like an incredulous laugh as she shook her head. "Are you kidding?"

"No, I'm not," I confirmed. "I want you, Victoria."

I kissed her plump lips softly, gently sliding my tongue in between to meet hers. I felt her body relax, leaning into mine as I slid my right hand down to cup her breast. When I separated my mouth from hers, I gazed into her eyes.

"Do you want me?" I murmured.

She bit her lip and slowly nodded. "Yes, but..."

"But what?"

Victoria hesitated for a moment before lowering her eyes.

"My body," she whispered.

I quickly clipped her chin with my finger, lifting it up so that she'd look at me.

"You're beautiful."

"No, I'm not," she rolled her eyes. "I'm gross."

I furrowed my brows. "Stop that."

She huffed out a sigh, her shoulders dropping.

"I'm sorry," she said.

Trying my best to reassure her that I thought she was incredible and I wanted her, I lightly kissed her forehead, down her nose to her lips. Then I reached around to grab the zipper again.

"May I?"

Sucking in her lips, she closed her eyes and nodded.

I studied her face as I undid the zipper, letting her dress fall off her shoulders, exposing her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra, as the dress hadn't required one, and I heard myself audibly gasp.

"Open your eyes, baby," I whispered.

I watched her eyelids flutter as she struggled to do what I asked. Slowly they opened, her dark eyes darting across the room, anywhere but on me.

"Look at me," I demanded, my hands still resting on her lower back.

Finally meeting my eyes, she let out a breath. I smiled and pulled her closer.

"You're so beautiful, Victoria," I said truthfully.

Grabbing the bottom half of the dress at her hips, I pulled it down, letting it fall to the floor. Immediately, Victoria folded her arms across her waist, but I took hold of them.

"Don't," I shook my head.

"I'm fat," she complained, looking at the floor again.

This time as she trembled, I thought she might be crying. My heart ached to see her like this, so insecure and ashamed of her body. She was gorgeous, and I was determined to make her feel that way.

"Victoria," I muttered, lifting her chin again, "I want you. I want to make love to you. I want to make you feel good. Alright?"

Something I said must have lit a fire inside her, because she grinned and nodded, then crashed her lips into mine. I growled as she ran her hands down my chest, hastily unbuttoning my shirt. I shrugged out of it, tossing it behind me before helping her step out of her dress and shoes. Her arms around my neck, I guided her backwards to the bed, laying her down gently.

Still determined to caress every bit of her skin, I nipped at her neck, making my way down slowly to her chest. I heard her breath catch as I took her nipple into my mouth, licking and sucking sensually. I felt her fingers tangle in my hair as I moved to her other breast, giving it the same treatment.

"Oh, God," she barely whispered.

I lifted my head to look at her as my hands slid down her waist to the lace trim of her panties.

"You okay?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Can't believe this is real," she confessed.

I grinned and licked my lips, shifting back up to meet her eyes. "Tell me how you like to be touched."

"What?" she asked incredulously.

"What feels good to you?" I inquired.

She stared at me blankly, and it was apparent no one had ever asked her that before. Situating my body next to hers, I brought two fingers to my mouth to wet them. Victoria kept her eyes on me as I lowered my hand to her panties, sliding it inside. My wet fingers met her clit and she arched her back with a moan.

"Does that feel good?" I asked as I rotated.

Unable to get the words out through her rapid breathing, she merely nodded. She swallowed hard to catch her breath before letting out a sexy little cry.

Slipping my fingers down to her entrance, I slid them inside. Victoria lifted her hips to meet my hand as I pumped in and out. Resting my thumb on her swollen bud, I began to rotate slightly.

"Ha-Har-oh-God," she cried.

"Yes," I murmured in her ear. "Let go for me, baby,"

I kissed her jaw, moving slowly to her lips. Her breathing was jagged as she took my tongue into her mouth, short moans escaping. As she came, she held onto me, her fingers digging into my back. I chuckled as she released her hold on me, her body still shaking.

"That was good, yeah?" I asked, sliding my hand out of her panties.

She nodded vigorously, bringing her hands up to cup my face before kissing me deeply.

"Victoria," I said, after her breathing was returned to normal.

"Yes?"

"I'd like to have more inside you than just my fingers."

I watched her beautiful lips break into a smile as her eyes sparkled.

"Would you like that?" I asked.

She bit her lip. God, it drove me crazy when she did that. "Yes."

Before I could respond, she reached for the waistband of my jeans and jerked them open. I couldn't help but smile at her newfound bold confidence. It turned me on to say the least.

"Just a minute, baby," I smirked, standing up from the bed.

She kept her eyes on me while I removed my jeans, then grabbed the sides of her panties and pulled them down. Then I slid a condom on my waiting erection before crawling on top of her.

She opened her legs wide for me as I aimed at her center. She blinked slowly when I entered her, sucking in a breath. Then she spread her hands over my shoulders and down to my chest.

"You feel amazing," I told her as my hips rocked back and forth. "So good."

She let her head fall back as I kissed her neck. My left hand rested next to her shoulder as my right held a firm grip on her hip. I felt the burn building up in my stomach as I thrust harder and deeper.

The sounds she made were so sexy, I had a hard time keeping a steady rhythm. One more little kitten-like cry and I might come too soon.

"Ohhhh, Harrrrryyy," she moaned, nearly sending me over the edge.

"Shit, baby, you're so fucking sexy."

I wrapped my arm around the back of her waist then, pulling her as close to me as possible. My thrusts became sloppy and uneven, but I couldn't help it. I was so close.

Victoria cried out then, coming even harder than she had with my fingers. That was it for me. I cursed as I came, two more large thrusts before collapsing and out of breath.

"Victoria," I said, pulling her body to mine.

She looked at me with a myriad of questions written on her face. But her cheeks were flushed a rosy pink and she looked even more lovely than before.

"You're so beautiful," I told her before kissing her wonderful lips. "So gorgeous." Another kiss. "So sexy." And another. "So incredible."

I continued with the compliments and kisses until she started to giggle.

"Okay, I get it," she teased. "I'm the best."

"You are," I sighed, giving her one last kiss. "Yes, you are."

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[ambrozjas]

Could you do a song-fic with Sodapop Curtis w/ the song "Stupid Cupid" by Connie Francis? Love your writing, take your time 💕

stupid cupid ꨄ︎

sodapop curtis x fem!reader

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THIS WAS SITTING IN MY INBOX FOR SO LONG BUT I LITERALLY LOCKED IN FOR THIS FIC ITS SO CUTE I SWEAR JUST READ ITTT

✧˖*°࿐ warnings ᰔᩚ

reader is referred to as a girl and a lady, reader is called gorgeous and beautiful, beginning of this fic has soda in highschool so it takes place before the outsiders

✧˖*°࿐ word count ᰔᩚ

1609 words, 8588 characters

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stupid cupid, you’re a real mean guy

i’d like to clip your wings so you can’t fly

it felt like the roman god of love had shot sodapop right through the heart, and boy did soda hate it. that’s all that he thought while he gazed at you, chin held in palm as he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. when the school air had a chokehold on everybody, it left out you. you looked absolutely divine. soda wondered if the gods, if there were any or it was just some stories made up to fill the minds of lovesick kids like himself, favored you. because as he looked at you, the sun just seemed to reflect off you just right, to where it coated the side of your face with a honey orange. you looked like an angel sent on earth, disguised as a teenager in soda’s highschool. he asked himself what you were doing in tulsa rather than some other fancy state like california.

i’m in love and it’s a crying shame

and i know that you’re the one to blame

“mr. curtis.” a stern voice broke through to sodapop, breaking the stained glass that in soda’s mind, was a mural of you and only you.

he snapped his neck to look up at the teacher, hovering over his desk as a finger harshly pointed at the paper on soda’s desk, almost empty.

“uh—sorry, sir.” mumbled sodapop as he grabbed his pencil and put his best thinking face on, hoping that the teacher would take the hint and retreat back to his old scratched up desk that looked like it had survived world war one.

the teacher narrowed his eyes at him, his upper lip curling into a sneer as he looked down at soda, before slowly walking back to his desk.

soda comically sighed in relief, taking one more glance back at you. he pressed his lips together tightly as he saw you talking to your friends. he always loved seeing you smile.

he exhaled sharply, earning another warning look from his teacher. soda tilted his head down as he studied the math problems below him, cradling his hand in his hand as his brain tried his best to work.

hey, hey set me free

stupid cupid, stop picking on me

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i cant do my homework and i cant think straight

“what’s up with you?” ponyboy asked, not looking up from his book. in the corner of his eye, he watched sodapop bounce his leg vigorously as he tried to rub his temples to somehow think better.

“nothin’, pony. don’t worry ‘bout it.” soda responded. he threw his head back to lean on the top of the chair, he was really out of ideas. all that occupied his mind was you. he was writing an essay? you pop up into his brain, he accidentally writes your name to which he has to erase afterwards with red ears.

i meet her every morning ‘bout half past eight

i’m acting like a lovesick fool

you even got me carrying your books to school

how could sodapop miss this once in a lifetime opportunity? he just had to talk to you. one day, when you guys met before school, your breath both evident in the cold oklahoma morning, you made a joke about soda carrying your stuff for you.

“here, be a gentleman, yeah?” a laugh slipper past your lips, and when soda heard that gorgeous sound come out of your mouth, how could he deny you?

your mouth fell into an ‘o’ shape, not even getting the word out before soda grabbed the books from under your arm and held them under his.

you tilted your head as a smile graced your face. gosh, were there wedding bells? soda definitely heard them.

“y’know i was jokin’, right?” you asked, making sure you weren’t forcing him into doing anything. “i can take them back if you want—“

“nah, it’s alright.“ he brushed it off, waving his free hand dismissively before starting again, “plus, you’re right. how could i leave a pretty lady to carry her books on her own?” to that, you sheepishly grinned wider as you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear shyly when you looked away.

you mixed me up for good right from the very start

hey now, go play robin hood with somebody else’s heart

the more that soda talked with you, the harder it was to get you out of his head. but the more he talked with you, the less he minded.

soda had dropped out of school. sure, you somewhat contributed to him failing with how much you occupied his head, but it was also on his own.

he was working at the dx with steve, working on cars all day to especially help darry out.

soda wiped his face with his forearm, cleaning his oily rag as steve rambled about something in the background. he hadn’t seen you in awhile, considering that instead of walking with you to school, darry had dropped steve and soda off at work.

but suddenly, the door tripped the bell, giving it a loud ring as soda looked up at who was walking through the door. and speak of the devil.

he could recognize you just from your sneakers. his head whipped back up to meet your eyes, and gosh was it refreshing to see your face again. a soft smile still remained on your face, as it usually did.

“sodapop! so you really was workin’ here, huh?” you asked, eyes roaming around the multitude of shelves in the gas station interior.

soda’s mouth gaped, opening and closing like a fish. he watched as you walked up to the register and drummed your hands lightly on the counter.

“yeah!”, soda finally managed to blurt out, “how’ve you been? anythin’ new happen at school?” he asked, hearing steve finally shut up. soda could just imagine his ears pricking up at the sound of a pretty girl’s voice appearing.

“nothin’ much,” you leaned in and put a hand to the side of your mouth in a secretive manner, “mandy got pregnant.” soda gasped as he comically brought a hand up to his mouth. you guys whispered and gossiped, steve eyeballing both of you cautiously before slinging an arm around soda’s shoulders and brashly giving him a loud, “who’s this, soda?”

sodapop squinted at his friend and slowly turned his head, full of embarrassment. your eyes darted between the two of them, before giving steve a small wave and quietly giving him your name. your eyes fell back on soda, “well, i was just wonderin’ if you’d like to go to the drive-in wit’ me on saturday?”

“yeah, sure!” why was he acting like such a dork now? in front of the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen? but he sighed with relief when you nodded, giving him the same sweet smile you always greeted him with.

you got me jumping like a crazy clown

and i don’t feature what you’re putting down

once you had left the dx, soda went out to the garage and almost squealed, punching the air in excitement. steve narrowed his eyes as he watched through the garage windows, genuinely considering if soda was possessed or not.

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saturday couldn’t come quicker. it was already a great time leading up to the date, soda was confident. he was looked at himself in the mirror, popping his collar with assertiveness and heading out the door.

during the actual date, he tried to make subtle moves. shifting closer to you, touching thighs or linking pinkies. although you seemed okay with it, there was no engagement on your part. that almost worried soda, he knew you asked him on a date, but he was still overthinking. was he not all you expected? was he doing too much? too little?

but at the end of the date, when he drove you home in darry’s car that he begged to drive in, a small silence fell over you when you had reached your destination.

“y’need me to walk you up?”

“it’s alright, but do me a quick favor, will you?” soda couldn’t tear his eyes off your mouth when you spoke, lips painted a wine maroon color that somehow flowed so delicately with your words.

“anything.” was all soda said, before you placed your hand on the side of his cheek, giving him enough time to pull away, before closing your eyes and kissing him.

in that moment, it felt like you two were the only people in the world. just you, and soda, crammed into darry’s truck in the darkness of the night, only illuminated by the small light above you two on the car’s roof.

when you pulled away, you looked at soda’s lips, slightly parted and stained with a light purple-ish red as he looked at you, absolutely mesmerized.

“thank you. i’ll make sure to drop by the dx on my way home, ‘kay?” you said, not waiting for an answer as you bolted out of the vehicle due to your nearing curfew.

well since i’ve kissed her loving lips of wine

the thing that bothers me is that i like it fine

all soda could do was gape as he watched you depart into the sea of outside lights surrounding your front door and windows, watching you turn around give him a small wave once you opened the front door.

still dazed, all soda could do was wave back. before a wide grin appeared on his face as he covered his eyes with his hands.

stupid cupid, sodapop thought.

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wooosh. That's me sighing and breathing it out. Couldn't watch the gaudreaus memorial service live while working, just watched it in full on cbj youtube. first off, I'm ever so grateful the family granted us a livestream of this very difficult experience, that they are willing to open their arms to all of us to grieve together. their generosity and love.. wow. I'm in awe of this family. Thank you thank you. It is helping and healing so many of us to be part of this circle of support. thank you.

The priest interwove such beautiful personal memories with the gaudreaus in his sermon, and brought hope and a sense of guidance to steer mourners after such a heartwrenching and sudden tragedy. He welcomed ppl of all different faiths and connected the family to those grieving both there with them and far away. It was a beautiful way to begin the service.

I paused quite a few times during Madeline's and then Meredith's speeches to wipe tears. Meredith's was long but i get it. As she was nearing the end i had this feeling of no don't stop talking because when you end this speech is when we say our last goodbyes to johnny and matty and that's it we all carry on without them. No more Johnny Hockey in the NHL and that cannot be right.

The stories of how Johnny wore meredith's comfy clothing to pregame cracked me up. How he came bounding down the stairs one day in her maternity sweatshirt and she's like noooo take that off and he's like what it fits so well 😂 i cannot!! I can just imagine him preening so proudly lolll. He was so proud of his baby's spit up on his clothes, wore em to the rink. Incredible father and husband. Cannot believe he won't be around to help her through her 3rd pregnancy.

That both of Johnny and Matty's wives are going to go through pregnancy and labour without them. This tragedy is insane. How. How???!!!

I liked hearing about Johnny and Matty's deep deep connection. That Johnny lived an nhl life all season but all he wanted in the offseason was to go sleep in his tiny twin bed next to his brother in his own tiny twin bed in their childhood bedroom. Meredith said she knows so much of the focus has been on Johnny but even in life Matty knew that's how it was and loved his brother for it, was so proud of him.

Sean Monahan... wow wow wow I'm hurting hard for him. Johnny was really excited to play in cbj with him. Omg.

And Kevin Hayes. Goodness. So much heartbreak. Lost yet another brother. The hayeses really took care of Johnny in the nhl.

Guy Gaudreau, their father. The very last shot of the family at the end as they exited the church, following the two caskets out, Meredith followed Johnny's. Madeline and the gaudreaus (parents and 2 sisters) then following Matty's.. Guy was an absolute mess being held up by his wife and daughter. My heart broke all over again.

Spotted a lot of familiar hockey faces in the pews. I hope being there was healing. I know for me, everything felt unreal and confusing until i physically got to see my cousin's casket and then see with my own eyes as she was placed to rest. That connection to reality helped the loneliness and confusion i felt. I wanted to be with her but then my brain could finally give me an answer, she's sleeping in that place where i can go visit.

Ok. well in the pans over the attendees saw cbj, flames, team usa, Matthew Tkachuk, Seth Jones, Cole Caufield, Nikita Zadorov and others.

Well. This coming season is gonna get off to a real sad start and I'm glad we have each other in the lb🫂💕 those home opener tributes are gonna be tough.

[sugar-plum-writer]

Let Me Love You

Theme: Comfort Fic [Body insecurity]; One-shot Paring: Gojo x fem!Reader; established relationship; full fluff and comfort A/n: A comfort fic of Gojo comforting you when you are insecure and are going through an episode

"I love you"

[To everyone going through these problems- you are not alone, you are a beautiful person, okay? It is hard when the past habits suddenly come back to haunt you; when you look in the mirror and suddenly you feel like you are the ugliest person on Earth. It is hard, just know- as long as you are healthy nothing else matters. You just be the best version of you <;3]

GOJO

He could not pin it down but something was wrong, it was worrying- the fidgeting- the way you often looked at the mirror discretely, the way you had suddenly reduced the quantity of food you ate.

Even when he gave you something sweet after all he knew you also had a sweet tooth just like him, you declined and ate only a bite.

Instead of your usual clothes, you wore more baggy clothes, not that you did not look hot, you did but- you covering yourself up so much was unusual. After all, it’s just you and him, he has seen all parts of you, what is there to hide?

Hell, he had even secretly taken quite explicit pictures just to keep it for himself

This is why this sudden behavior change was worrying, he did not think much about it at first, but, when he saw you covering your face more often, the pulling of sleeves, and the way you froze, almost embarrassed when he tried to take off your clothes

It was very unusual- and he wanted to get to the bottom of it.

“Y/n what’s the matter?”, forcefully he made you sit in front of him

“What? What do you mean?”, chuckling you smiled, “Nothing is wrong”

“See…you cannot lie to me, I have very good eyes” With a sharp breath looked into your eyes

“When something is wrong…I know it, I feel it”

“Your heart, and mine- it is connected” Gently holding your hand into his, “When something is up, I just know it, even without words I feel it, why?”, he chuckled and smiled

“Because I love you”

He just stared into your eyes, not saying another word

It felt as if he could see behind the facade your eyes wore, people say they can see through the facades of people, the fake masks- but what about the facades of the eyes? Who can see through them? Well, he could, peeling layer after layer and you not even realizing it.

Tears filled your eyes threatening to spill out, why was he like this? Why did he love you? Why love you so much that- he could see the ugly side of you. The broken one. The side you so desperately hid.

“Y/n…”, seeing the tears in your eyes, the quiver of your lips, he pulled you into a warm hug

“Who hurt you?”, he cooed caressing your back, running his fingers up and down your spine

“You know you can tell me anything right?”

“I-I”, the dam holding the tears broke and you just started sobbing

“I don’t like myself…”, burying your face in his chest “I feel so ugly, everything about me is so ugly” you cried

“I am a monster”

“Sweetheart…you are beautiful”, cupping your face- his thumbs gently wiped your tears

“The most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on”

“Who called you ugly? I want to talk”, his voice steeled his grasp tightened

“No-No one did, though high school…I just, it’s not the first time...”

“First time? You have…felt this before? And what about high-school?”

“Yeah” face stained with tears you broke down even more as past, memories flooded your brain

“Like an episode, out of nowhere it hits me like a train-“

“And I just…I cannot even smile without feeling how ugly my smile is…”, more tears streamed down- lord knows how many nights- hell days you have cried like this

“I am so ugly, my face is not pretty, and my body is not perfect...”

Quietly he just held you tight, hearing all the words that you kept pouring out from the depths of your heart and soul, the number of times you had called yourself, “ugly”, and “not pretty”, it made his heart tighten- squeezing it so tight- it overwhelmed him.

“Y/n…look at me” Lifting your sobbing face- and caressing your cheeks he made you look into his eyes

“I love you” his lips kissed your eyes, “You are beautiful”, his lips kissed your forehead, his warm breath near your neck as he kept kissing you- every inch of your body

“I love you so much”

“I adore you, your skin, heart, eyes, - everything”, his hands moved under your shirt caressing your breasts, tugging your panties

“I love all of you, darling- I will love you so much”, grasping your fingers he kissed them- delicately as if it’s a treasure- his treasure

“Satoru…”, feeling even more teary you looked at him

“I will love you so much- I will make you forget everything- all the hauntings in your heart and mind, I will love them all away. Just let me love you."

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[the-writerwoman]

Wow, look at me, not having 4am brain rot 😂 this has been a brain worm since I first posted about Tides of the heart though and someone mentioned about Siren Wade and Logan. And I’ve been thinking about it and as I was cooking dinner earlier I was thinking about it and I went to go talk to my partner about it and I saw he was watching Pirates of the Caribbean, the one with the mermaids. I know they’re not exactly the same thing but it was close enough for me to be like “Yup, this is a sign.” So here we go. Also I’m making up some of my own lore mixed with stuff I’ve read on them 😂

This is after Wade saves Logan from the water after he went overboard during a storm. Might tweak it if I write a full fic.

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The storm had passed, leaving the beach quiet under the pale glow of the moon. Waves gently lapped at the shore, the sound a soothing contrast to the chaos that had nearly swallowed Logan earlier. He sat on the damp sand, his muscles aching and his mind spinning as he stared at the figure before him.

Half-submerged in the shallows was a man, or something like one. His upper body could almost pass for human if not for the faint shimmer of his skin in the moonlight and the too-sharp angles of his grin. Below the waist, however, a long, glistening tail shimmered red and black, curling lazily in the water as if mocking the impossible.

“You’ve been watching us,” Logan said slowly, his voice hoarse from seawater and disbelief. It wasn’t a question. It was a fact he was still struggling to process.

“For days,” the man replied casually, his melodic voice carrying over the quiet waves. “Your boat’s noisy, your crew’s noisier than a pod of dolphins chasing fish.”

Logan frowned, his muscles tensing as unease prickled up his spine. “Why did you save me?”

Wade’s grin widened, revealing sharp teeth that glinted in the moonlight. “You’re… different. Interesting.”

Logan shifted uncomfortably, unsure whether to feel flattered or unnerved. “Different how?”

Wade’s eyes gleamed with mischief as he tilted his head. “Oh, lots of ways. But let’s start with your name. What do they call you, sailor?”

Logan hesitated, his instincts screaming at him to stay silent. But something about Wade’s piercing gaze, and the fact that he still wasn’t sure if he was dreaming or not, pushed him to answer. “Logan.”

“Logan,” Wade repeated, as if tasting the name on his tongue. “Strong. Simple. Suits you.”

Logan glanced at him warily. “And you? What do I call you?”

Wade smirked, leaning forward slightly. “You could try pronouncing it, but… well, you’d have to cut out your tongue first.”

Logan stiffened, instinctively shifting back on the sand. Wade held his gaze for a long, tense moment before his grin broke into a laugh, bright and carefree.

“Relax,” Wade said, waving a webbed hand dismissively. “I’m joking. You can call me Wade.”

Logan grunted, still not entirely reassured. “Real funny.”

“I thought so,” Wade said, flashing another grin before leaning forward on his arms, his tail stirring the water behind him.

Logan was trying to process what was going on right now when his mind froze. His stomach dropped as he remembered his father’s lighter. His most prized possession. His hand shot into his pocket, fumbling until he felt the familiar shape. Pulling it out, he turned it over in his hands, relief flooding him when he saw it was intact.

“What is that?” Wade asked, inching closer, his curiosity palpable.

“It’s a lighter,” Logan said, flicking it open. A tiny flame flared to life, its warm glow dancing in the cool night air.

Wade’s eyes widened, his expression transforming into pure wonder. “What’s it for?”

“Fire,” Logan said, holding it up but keeping it at a distance. “You use it to start fires.”

“Fire? Like those orange and yellow ships when lightening hits them?” Wade asked, his voice soft with awe. He inched closer, his gaze fixed on the flickering flame. “It’s… beautiful.”

“Don’t touch it,” Logan warned. “It burns.”

But before Logan could stop him, Wade reached out, his finger brushing the flame. A sharp hiss escaped him, and he yanked his hand back, plunging it into the water with a splash. “Ow! What the hell?”

Logan barked out a laugh, shaking his head as he clicked the lighter shut. “I told you. Fire burns.”

“How was I supposed to know that?” Wade shot back, glaring at the lighter like it had personally wronged him. “I live underwater. We don’t exactly have a lot of that down there .”

Logan chuckled, shaking his head. “Fair enough.”

Wade huffed, inspecting his finger with an exaggerated pout. “You’re lucky you’re pretty. Otherwise, I would’ve left you to the sharks.”

Logan stilled, his amusement fading as Wade’s words hung in the air. Logan couldn’t tell if he was joking again but the siren’s the predatory glint in his eyes as he watched Logan squirm didn’t help.

Logan cleared his throat, ready to say something, when a distant shout broke the silence. His head snapped toward the sound, and he spotted the dim glow of lanterns further up the beach. His crew.

“Logan! You out there?” one voice called.

Logan turned back toward Wade, but his breath caught in his throat. All he saw was the shimmering tail dipping back into the waves, vanishing beneath the surface. The water stilled as if he’d never been there at all.

“Logan!” Another shout grew louder as the crew came running down the beach. Within moments, two of them were at his side, helping him to his feet.

“Are you alright?” Scott asked, his lantern swinging wildly as he scanned Logan for injuries. “What happened? We thought you were lost.”

Logan hesitated, his gaze flicking back to the now-empty water. “I… I must’ve swam to shore. Can’t remember much. Maybe I hit my head.”

“You’re lucky you made it, some of the lads weren’t so lucky,” Scott said gravely, slinging Logan’s arm over his shoulder. “Come on, we’re going to find shelter.”

Logan let himself be guided away, his body still aching and his mind reeling. As they trudged up the beach, he glanced over his shoulder one last time, his eyes scanning the dark waves. For a moment, he thought he saw something, a head poking out of the water, watching them.

The figure disappeared before Logan could be sure.

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I hope you liked it! I’m thinking of doing a new fic now, to add on to all my WIP’s since I’ve finished This life chose us, and Tides of the heart is almost finished. I’ve got 3 ideas brewing from bits and pieces I’ve put up on tumblr from my 4am brain rot (feel free to read them on my blog to help pick which one you like the idea of.

[fanaticsnail]

The One-Piece Cellblock Tango

Masterlist Here

This little brain worm is brought to you from my gorgeous sister, small snail @since-im-already-here, and beautiful moot-wife @sordidmusings. I truly don't know how we got onto the topic, but here it is.

And now, the merry murderers of the Grand Line County Jail, in their rendition of “The Cell Block Tango.”

Pop. 

"So I took the shotgun off the wall and I fired two warning shots…

…Into his head"

(Benn Beckman, Doflamingo, Usopp, Yasopp)

Six.

"So that night when he came home from work, I fixed him his drink as usual…

…You know, some guys just can't hold their arsenic"

(Sanji, Lucky Roux, Nami)

Squish.

"And then he ran into my knife…

…He ran into my knife ten times"

(Mihawk, Zoro, Shanks)

Uh-uh.

"Mert mondja Uncle Sam hogy en tettem probaltam. A rendorsegen megmayarazni de nem ertettek meg"

"Yeah, but did you do it?"

"Uh-uh, not guilty!"

(Rosinante/Corazon, Ace)

Cicero .

"It wasn't until later, when I was washing the blood off my hands I even knew they were dead"

(Sir Crocodile, Trafalgar Law, Eustass Kid)

Lipschitz .

“I guess you could say we broke up because of artistic differences. He saw himself as alive…

…And I saw him dead”

(Luffy, Robin, Brook, Buggy)

[hookedsworks]

Edge(ING) Fitness - Chapter 47

III's POV

604 words

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“I’ll stay and lock up with you?” he offered as soon as Vessel and II were out the doors. 

“So… you saw them hook up?” he looked over at Peaches and saw nothing but worry. And a bruising eye. 

“Right, uh, yeah. I did. That's what started this, I think,” he swallowed, his mouth dry. “You…why’d you fight him? Did he fight you? What happened?” 

“He threw the first punch,” Ivy walked off to the desk. He began shutting the computers down. “Sorry, I’m not ignoring you. I’ll answer, just, I also want to go home,” 

“Why’d you fight back? I thought you guys were best friends,” Ivy sighed at his questioning. 

“II is a good guy. But we have a lot of history,” Ivy replied. History? Did they date? It hadn’t sounded that way earlier but… “My ex-girlfriend left me for him,” III’s jaw dropped. 

“Why the fuck are you still friends with him if he stole your girlfriend?” 

“N-no. It wasn’t like that. It was more she wanted to be with him? And he had no idea?” Ivy took a breath. “This is hard to talk about,”  

“I think I kind of get it, but…okay…so he kissed you? You kissed him?” III was trying to control his thoughts, but he had a lot of questions. “Er. I mean,” he was distracted. Ivy was also walking around, doing stuff to close the gym. “Okay, um, can you stop? I know this might be hard, but I did just watch you kiss my best friend’s boyfriend, and you’re my boyfriend, so I’d like to get a handle on what’s going on,” 

“Okay, fine! I don’t know what’s going on. I don’t know why he kissed me, or why he fought me, or why he said he wanted to pursue me. It’s all fucking weird, and Vessel isn’t helping. He seems way too happy about this whole damn thing, and I can’t figure you out either, since you aren’t breaking up with me right now for kissing II, even though I didn’t really kiss him. He kissed me. I just-,” he broke off, lip trembling as he looked at the ground. It looked like he might cry. “Why do you like me?” III was caught off guard by the question. 

“Well,” he began, after thinking for a second. “You’re…you. You’re beautiful, talented, and I can’t get you out of my mind,” he shrugged. He wasn’t one for a ton of words, nothing poetic or flowery, nothing like what Vessel could effortlessly pluck out of thin air. “You’re you. We work, I think,” 

“Even though II kissed me?” III grinned then. 

“Peaches, I’d love to see a whole lot more of that,” Ivy’s eyebrow shot up. 

“Seriously?” 

“I’ll show you everything I wanna see you and II do to each other,” his voice turned salacious as he thought about it. Ivy giggled, but then he gasped. 

“We’re alone,” 

“We are,” he wasn’t sure where Ivy was going with this. 

“You want to show me everything you want to see me do to II?” he began walking, beckoning III to follow. III did, curiouser than ever about where his boyfriend’s pretty brain was going, how being alone was connected to his fantasies about II and Peaches. Peaches’ ass swayed in front of him as he followed. He watched it, grateful to not be having a serious conversation for a second. He still wanted to figure everything out, but now he was lost. Thinking about all the ways Ivy could pin II down and ravage him. “Show me,” Ivy commanded. They were in the dark classroom, the one where Vessel had hurt his ankle. The one lined with mirrors. Ivy lowered the mechanical shades, so no one could see in. Not that there was anyone to see. 

“Show you?” 

“Now,” Ivy commanded. III listened.

[awmancreeper]

☆⋆｡Farewell, Star Boy°‧ミ★˚｡⋆ 7 - Alien with an Attitude

Synopsis:

--⋆·˚ ༘ * 🔭After a messy breakup, the stoic Y/n makes a vow that “not a single guy on earth” can ever win her heart again. She is proven right when a beautiful extraterrestrial being crash lands into her life, but for some reason, the being has an attitude. Now trying to continue with her life, Y/n and her friends figure out that the being is truly out of this world.

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“Stop throwing stuff!” They yelled as a stuffed penguin hit their face.

“AHHH!”

“This is ridiculous! Just tell me where I am!” Their eye twitched as you hid on the other side of the bed. Another stuffy hits them.

The being growled and grabbed the end of the bed “Idiotic”, they began to lift the bed to get to the other side. You fell back onto your behind watching the strange figure approach you “Stay back!” You held up a brush but they just hit out of your hand.

They grabbed onto your shirt as their eyes completely darkened “Now what planet is this” “E-Earth!!” You squeaked out a response

They blinked as their eyes returned to normal “Huh… explain the shabbiness”

“What-“

“Silence earthling, I mean you no harm” They backed up wiping the hand they touched you with on their white suit. “Well, how do I know that?!”

“Are all earthlings annoying or is it just you?” They bit

“Sorry?! But you literally broke into my house!”

Its antenna twitched feeling irritated “House? This is a shack at best”

Your jaw dropped at its sudden rudeness “Okay rude! This place is $1,300 a month” you said as the being put the bed down. Yet they didn’t say anything rather it looked disgusted with the surroundings

“What are you?” You asked starting to get annoyed “Me? I’m male-ish” You shook your head at its answer.

“No I mean, you’re obviously not human”

“No, I’m kai” it- he said glaring at you

“T-That’s your name-?“ you began but his groaning cut you off “Yes that’s my name”

“And you’re….” You were saying as ‘Kai’ rolled his eyes “I’m a highly advanced creature from outer space, far more intelligent than these soft brain humans” he said as you lowkey felt insulted.

“So you’re an alien?! That’s impossible, aliens aren’t real”

“Are you earthlings that arrogant to believe you are the only thing that exists in the universe?” Your cheeks heated up as you knew the being was right, picking yourself up from the ground, you cleared your throat.

“Well… why are you in my house anyways, shouldn’t you be destroying crops?” He chuckled at the stereotype. “Shouldn’t you be putting more trash in space?” Your eye twitched at his comeback knowing he clocked you.

“Get out”

“Tch no”

You put your hands up to shove the extraterrestrial but it felt like trying to push a brink wall. “Why are you impossible to move!!” You tried pushing with your legs but he scoffs and swatted you off like a bug making you land on your rug.

“Earth’s gravitational pull is a lot stronger than my planets’ so my weight is far denser here, also I’m 193cm far larger than you”

You sat up as your hair was a mess for your one side struggle with him. “I’m average height”

“Yeah, well whatever you are, you’re minuscule to me” Knowing this guy's head was obviously in the clouds, more like in the Neighboring Galaxy, you didn’t want to take his words to heart. Yet you felt more offended when it was an alien insulting you like an American suddenly becoming patriotic when a British person starts talking.

“Tch pathetic, to think you are the one I followed” he facepalmed.

“Followed?”

“Yes I saw in that place with the large earth plants and decided to follow you,” he shrugged boredly “Turns out you’re completely incompetent and rather annoying”

“Though finding a new host will prove to be difficult” When he spoke those words, your eyes shot towards him. “New host-?!” “Very well, you will suffice”

“No, get out”

Kai ignored you and proceeded to look around your room. “Please, I’m not here by choice”

“Hey FBI agent, I know you’re listening! Get this alien out of my room!” You spoke making him scoff “I'm not just an alien, I’m a futuristic species that is 10 times superior to your polluting species, have more respect”

“Right and you think you would be able to read a room” Kai rolled his eyes and flipped open something that reminded you of a phone. “…What are you doing?” You watched him fiddle with the device.

“I’m checking the damage to my shuttle,” Kai said in an obvious tone

“Oh good, so you can go back home-“ your voice was cut off by Kai pushing you out of the way making you land on your bed. He stood by the window looking towards the direction of the forest that was a block away. Kai began to speak in his native language making it impossible for you to even slightly understand.

You looked at him still in disbelief that there was an extraterrestrial life, let alone a hot one in your room. He groaned and put the device away in his white suit. “So….?” You broke the silence only to receive a glare from the large set alien.

“Your mind descendent from apes could probably not understand my situation”

“I…. Why are you so sassy?” You asked as his jaw dropped “Sassy?”

“Do all aliens have an attitude problem or is it just you?” and with that you're suddenly lifted into the air causing you to yelp, being thrown onto your bed he pinned you down “You will go into ‘energy saving mode’, I can’t think with your constant yapping”

“Dude get off me-“

You felt a slight jab to the slope of your shoulder making the room went dark. “Ah that’s better,” he said in his native language sitting on the bed and pulling out his communicator device.

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Taglist: @miyawwn @cheriden OPEN (ask or comment to be added)

[vshthestmpede]

Hiya, I've had this idea tinking around in my brain for a while now but- How do you think Wolfwood would be around someone who's Vash and Knives' younger sibling?

wolfwood + vash/knives' sibling(platonic & romantic)

word count; 562

warnings; none!!

note; gawd this man is so FINE i swear to gods,,, anyways thank you so much for requesting!! this is such a cute idea, i totally ran with it haha <3 sorry for the tiny break, got caught up w birthday stuff and work!

cross-posted to ao3

PLATONIC

at first, nick honestly saw you as a bit of a nuisance

"great, a jr needle noggin. we gotta babysit while trying to keep our hides safe as well?"

instead of being offended, you ended up laughing - which took him by surprise

unlike most who endured his constant teasing, wolfwood was glad someone could go back and forth with him

on top of that, you made a show of proving you could handle yourself fine, effectively showing him up

"not bad, kid." a playful, teasing ruffle of your hair as he passed you

"i know, right? 'm pretty awesome," you shot back, earning a chuckle

"sure, sure, whatever floats your boat."

"i'd sure love to see you take down two bandits at once without using that cross of yours," you quipped back, catching up to him

ROMANTIC (all of the stuff above + more)

one day, the teasing became something. . .more to wolfwood

it wasn't the same as when he went at meryl, or what it was when he started with you

he would often get flustered and stumble over his words whenever you would prod at him

this, in turn, would cause you to dig into him even more until he would storm away from you or stop talking altogether

the rest of the group would also notice this change in wolfwood's behavior, meryl catching onto what was going on way before you and vash would

god, the two of you were so similar

seeing that you were too oblivious and wolfwood would be way too prideful to admit anything, meryl decided it was up to her to clear the air

she took advantage of the peace aboard the sand steamer, right as day began to fade into a beautiful, starry night

the four of you were on the observation deck, watching the great expanse of the great sand ocean whiz by

"hey, vash, can you come with me? i wanted to, uh, check out something," meryl said, tugging on the sleeve of his red coat.

"why do i have to go?" vash questioned as meryl tugged him along regardless

as they left, vash complaining that he wanted to look at the stars and meryl hushing him, you glanced sideways at the always stoic wolfwood

"sure is pretty." you broke the silence, leaning forward against the railing. "you okay?"

snapping out of his stupor, wolfwood mirrored you and leaned forward as well, nodding his head

"just been in my own head is all," he admitted and you raised an eyebrow as a cue for him to continue. "it's nothin', really."

"clearly not," you responded, bumping your shoulder against his. "did i overstep a line or somethin'? you're hardly as chatty as you used to be, nico. i'm sorry if i did, i just thought-"

"(name), you didn't do anything wrong," he interrupted, slowly reaching over and putting his hand over yours. "i just, i -"

"WOULD YOU TWO JUST KISS ALREADY?!"

you both whirled around, wolfwood scowling and you blushing, to see vash dragging away meryl, who fruitlessly punched at the air

you heard wolfwood 'tsk' and as you turned to look at him, to laugh it off, you were met with his lips on yours, needy and somewhat desperate for you to kiss back

you happily did so, noting that it seemed his favorite flavor of lollipop was strawberry with how the sweetness mixed with the bitter of cigarettes

[the-blind-assassin-12]

HAPPY TWOSDAY! 🥳

It’s time for TWO more series, one shot and art recs! This week I went with three characters, two recs each for Joel, Ezra & Oberyn. And I loved them all to bits and pieces. 🤎💚💛

Two Series Recs:

LEAVE OFF YOUR WANDERING by @oonajaeadira

Joel Miller x F!Reader

Rugged because TLOU, Soft because Adira

I fell behind on this absolute stunner of a story, so I had the joy of catching up with the two most recent parts all in one go. And let me tell you, for as much TLOU typical tension and angst as there is in these latest two parts, they truly were a joy to read. Because one of Adira’s many strong suits is balancing soft with hard, safety with danger, joy with fear. Watching Joel slowly open up, watching Reader learn how to reach him, watching Ellie get to have more normalcy? It’s beautiful. It’s got my heartstrings all knitted up all warm and fuzzy like, and simultaneously has me ready to stab anyone who hurts a hair on any of their heads with a knitting needle. But Joel’s got that covered, doesn’t he?

OBERYN & HIS MERLING by @grogusmum

Oberyn Martell x GN!Merling Reader

A fairytale romance with a bittersweet touch

I recently treated myself to Hazel’s Seven Tears and absolutely loved every mythical second of it. So when I saw that she also had a story centered around a Merling Reader, I KNEW I’d love it just as much. And I was right. Everything from the visuals of Reader’s Yew Forest to their appearance was magical, and the lengths that Oberyn (and Ellaria) go to for his Merling to keep them safe and happy for so perfectly with what we know about him - that he’s a lover, a protector, an open mind and a full heart.

Two One Shot Recs:

TALK, REFINED by @ohforficsake

Ezra x F!Reader

Soulmates/ multiple lifetimes AU

This is one of those stories that is going to stick with me for a long time. I’m gonna be like that meme where it’s like hey you okay you’ve been quiet what are you thinking about? And in my brain it’s just “the warrior and the blacksmith and that iris charm” but I have to be like “I’m fine 👍🏻”. This story won my heart, broke my heart, and fixed my heart as I followed a pair of fated lovers finding each other through three different lifetimes, and it did so in truly beautiful fashion. The repetition of certain motifs, the way gorgeous lines are sprinkle throughout this whole piece like glitter, the bond between these characters, these souls… it’s perfect.

IN BLOOM by @maggiemayhemnj

Ezra x GN!Reader

Fluff + pup + blossoms

EZRA. AND. A DOG*!😀🥰 *A troublemaking little rascal who is just like his owner, as dogs tend to be. I love that Ezra has a companion to keep him company, and I love even more that this companion (Peanut! 🥹) seems determined to get his human a human companion …. By any (thieving) means necessary. Everything between Ezra and Reader falls so naturally into place and how could it not with him being so charming and Peanut being such a peanut? I also truly loved the thought of Ezra creating his own little Green haven in his backyard. Hope I get to spend some more time back there someday soon. 😌

Two Art Recs:

OBERYN + RED VIPERS by @rimermin

This is so freaking COOL! Surrounding the Red Viper with actual red vipers is such a striking visual. I love the colors and the expression he’s wearing here. Just stunning!

JOEL + SARAH SNAPSHOTS by @alyssamariag

Listen, I ADORE these. SO MUCH. Look at their SMILES! Look at Joel and his Dad Strength™️. The note from Sarah because let’s face it, he absolutely needs the reminder. The watch. Just… 🥹🥲🥰 perfection.

[cookiesauces]

That Time Jingyi Unknowingly Made His Friends Confess To Each Other (2360 words)

Also on Ao3

"Who says Sizhui likes docile women? Maybe he likes them loud and brash!" Jin Ling sulked with a defiant pout.

Jingyi chortled. "Hah! Please, you mean someone like you? Tell me, Sizhui, would you marry someone like Jin-gongzi?"

Jin Ling tried not to look too disappointed when he saw Jingyi alone on his visit to Cloud Recess.

"Where's Sizhui?" Was the first question out of his mouth.

"I'm fine, Jin-gongzi, thanks for asking," Jingyi huffed with an eye roll but Jin Ling knows that they are close enough for him to not take any real offense. "Sizhui's busy writing rejection letters, he'll join us in awhile."

"Rejection letters for what?"

"For marriage offers, what else?"

Jin Ling scowled. "Marriage offers?"

"Don't you know?" Jingyi puffed his chest out in pride. "Our Sizhui is highly sought after by families all over Gusu!"

"...Did he accept anyone?" Jin Ling asked with feigned nonchalance.

"Hm, not for now." Jingyi looked around conspicuously, even though they were alone in the woods, before lowering his voice. "Between you and me, I think he already has someone in mind."

Jin Ling felt his heart stopped. "Really? Who?" He demanded.

"I don't know! Everytime I try to ask him about it, he changes the topic!" Jingyi eyed him. "You're close to him, do you know who he might like?"

"Me? H-How would I know?"

Just then, a third person approached the pair.

"Hello, Jingyi, Jin-gongzi," Sizhui greeted with a bow. Jin Ling frowned at the sudden formality.

Jingyi snorted. "So Mr.Popular is finally done, huh?"

"You know it's not like that..." Sizhui sighed meekly.

Jingyi nudged a playful elbow at his fellow Lan disciple. "So what exactly do you write in those letters, that your heart is already taken by someone else?"

"L-Let's not talk about that, it's rare for Jin-gongzi to visit us," Sizhui cleared his throat and turned towards Jin Ling, "How are you doing recently?"

Jingyi interrupted with a accusatory finger, "See! He's doing it again! Changing the subject!"

"If he's not comfortable to talk about it, then don't force him to," Jin Ling defended, earning a grateful look from Sizhui.

Jingyi shot him a look of betrayal. Weren't they on the same side about this? "What's there to be shy about? Hmph, I bet it must be one of those beautiful girls from the Lan Sect. Only someone as elegant and refined can catch our Sizhui's eyes."

Jin Ling's face darkened. "Oh, is that so?"

"N-No!" Sizhui blurted, before looking away.

"Aha! So there is someone!" Jingyi snapped his fingers in triumph. "Huh, then maybe it's one of the gentle and soft-spoken ladies from the Nie Sect."

"Not them.."

"Who says Sizhui likes docile women? Maybe he likes them loud and brash!" Jin Ling sulked with a defiant pout.

Jingyi chortled. "Hah! Please, you mean someone like you? Tell me, Sizhui, would you marry someone like Jin-gongzi?"

Sizhui was already prettily pink from the topic of discussion, but he turned fully red upon meeting Jin Ling's gaze. They immediately broke eye contact.

Sizhui coughed. "T-This.. um.. my opinion on this is not important.."

Apprehensive but curious, Jin Ling probed, "Why not?"

"Yeah, why not?" Jingyi patted Jin Ling's shoulder casually. "Don't worry about his feelings, young mistress here can take it. Just say the truth, would you marry someone like him?"

Sizhui swallowed before letting out a soft, "U-Uh.. I guess y-yes.."

"Aiya, you're too nice to him, Sizhui! Hmm okay, someone like young mistress.. where to find.." Jingyi was wrecking his brains for any girls they have met that share the same temperament.

Unbeknown to him, both of his friends were obstinately not looking at each other. Jin Ling could hear the blood rush to his face as his mind raced. What did Sizhui mean? Did he meant that he likes him, or just someone who shares his personality?

"Hey, Jin Ling, you know any other Jin brats Sizhui might like?"

"No!" He denied vehemently without hesitation.

"Argh! This is too hard. Fine, keep your secrets, Sizhui!" Jingyi turned towards the other boy. "What about you Jin Ling, what's your type?"

Jin Ling looked uncomfortable at the attention. "Huh? Why are you suddenly asking me that?"

"Why can't I ask you? Sizhui already answered, so it's your turn."

"I.." Jin Ling rubbed the back of his neck. He coughed. "M-Maybe someone like.. Sizhui." The last part was mumbled in a tiny voice.

Jingyi scoffed, not noticing the way Sizhui froze up beside him. "No shit! Who doesn't like someone with such a good character like Sizhui? What kind of vague answer is that?" He paused. "Hold on, did you two collude together for this?"

Both of his friends gave him a look of confusion. But Jingyi can't help but feel the indignance of the only one not being in the know.

"Fine, if you guys don't want to tell me, then forget it!" He stomped off with a sarcastic, "You two are really matchmade in heaven, might as well just marry each other then!"

***

Sizhui and Jin Ling found Jingyi a few hours later in the gardens sulking amongst fluffy bunnies.

"Jingyi! There you are! We've been looking all over for you." Sizhui ran over hurriedly.

"Are you the young mistress now? Fancy getting upset over nothing," Jin Ling snided as he plonked down beside them and pulled a docile rabbit into his lap.

"Shut up! I told you guys about my crush on the Jiang disciple last time immediately but you guys won't even tell me anything! Even worse, you two still colluded together to give me cryptic answers!" Jingyi retorted, trying hard not to sound like a little kid throwing a tantrum.

Based on Jin Ling's look of disdain, he probably failed.

"Alright, alright. I'll tell you everything, don't be mad okay?" Sizhui pacified.

Curiosity won over his fury. Jingyi perked up and faced him. "Really?"

Sizhui nodded and bit his lip. "Well.. the one I like is.. Jin Ling."

"Huh!?" Jingyi can't help but shouted. He immediately turned to the person in question, whose face was already red.

Jin Ling jutted his chin out defiantly. "And I l-like Sizhui, so what?"

Jingyi's jaw hung like a fish, unable to speak a word. Of all the things in the world, he did not expect this turn of events. Since when were his two friends.. ??!

"Ah, and um," He watched in absolute shock as Sizhui reached out to shyly tangle his fingers with Jin Ling. "We also have intentions to get married."

Jingyi's vision faded to black.

***

Jingyi jolted awake to a worried-looking Sizhui by his bedside.

Thank god it was just a nightmare.

"Are you alright?" Sizhui asked in concern as he passed him a cup of water. "You passed out after me and Jin Ling told you that we wanted to get engaged."

Jingyi choked on the water, barely stopping himself from spitting it out on his friend.

"So that wasn't a dream?"

"No.."

"Oh gods. I can't believe of all people, you chose- I mean, you literally really could have anyone else-" Jingyi stopped his lecture when he noticed Sizhui shrinking into himself.

He sighed. He guessed maybe that was why he Sizhui didn't dare to confide in him about this. But he's going to prove him wrong!

"-Although, I guess. Young mistress is not the worst choice. Wealthy sect leader and all. Nice to animals, at the very least," Jingyi conceded reluctantly at the end of his rant.

Sizhui looked at him hopefully.

"I should've known, actually. Like father, like son," He thought aloud with a squint. "The obedient ones always go for the troublemakers."

His friend blushed with a sputter. "J-Jingyi!"

"Alright, fine, I forgive you for keeping it from me, your oldest friend," He eventually relented magnanimously.

He recalled back to when the four of them went on their night hunts. This undoubtedly explained a few moments where he thought was kind of strange. Like when Jin Ling was okay with Sizhui when he hand fed him some food when his hands were busy but refused to let Jingyi do the same. Or when Sizhui insisted to share an umbrella with Jin Ling during a heavy downpour.

"Damn, so I've been a shining, bright lightbulb* this whole time?" Jingyi realised aloud.

"What are you talking about?" Sizhui huffed and took his hand into his. "You're one of us, Jingyi, whether we liked each other or not."

Jingyi's heart warmed. His best friend always know what to say to reassure him. In truth, why he started kicking up a huge fuss about everything was because he felt that their little friend group was growing further apart. 

All three of his friends were, by chance, important sect heirs with increasing amounts of responsibilities piled on their shoulders. They barely have enough time for their biweekly night hunts anymore. Everything was changing so quickly, he was afraid that his friends will move on to great things without him.

Rightfully, Jingyi was extra hurt when he thought that Sizhui and Jin Ling were keeping things from him. It was supposed to be a bonding session about people they liked! Who knew that it would end up like this. Although, he guessed his friends getting married to each other means that they will stay more in contact, right?

Speaking of which, "So how long have you two been together?"

"We.. only recently realised our feelings for each other just now."

"Really? What happened after I left?" Jingyi demanded with renewed interest. "I need details!"

Sizhui smiled dazedly. "Well.."

Sizhui wanted to chase after Jingyi as he stomped away but his hand was held back by Jin Ling.

"Let him go. He'll cool off in awhile," Jin Ling advised.

"I guess you're right," Sizhui agreed and heaved a sigh. "I just don't know why he's in a bad mood recently."

Jin Ling snorted. "You know him, it's probably over something stupid."

"Jin-gongzi," Sizhui admonished half-heartedly.

"I don't like it when you call me that," He admitted, avoiding eye contact.

"Oh." Sizhui blinked, and belatedly realised that Jin Ling have not relinquish his grip on his arm. "Then what shall I call you?"

"A-Ling," Jin Ling suggested, praying that his face isn't too red. "If you want," He added as an afterthought.

Sizhui smiled softly with flushed cheeks. His pulse quickened at his answer. "Okay, A-Ling."

Jin Ling wasn't quite ready for the zap through his heart at hearing that. Encouraged by the other, he asked, "Did you meant what you said just now?"

"Ah.. w-well, it's against the rules to lie," Sizhui stuttered abashedly.

"I meant it too," Jin Ling blurted out, his grip on Sizhui's arm dropping to hold his palm instead. "When I said you were my t-type."

"Oh." Sizhui said faintly, distracted by the sight and feeling of Jin Ling's warm hand in his. "Oh," He gasped after he properly processed the other's words.

Sizhui couldn't stop himself from breaking into a wide grin. He tugged the hand he was holding and pulled Jin Ling into his embrace.

Jin Ling was still frozen in shock. Are they really hugging right now? Does this mean.. He heard a whisper in his ear, "You're my type too, A-Ling."

Jin Ling felt his heart soar and let out a unbridled laugh. His hands tightened around Sizhui's waist and he lifted him off the ground to spin him in happy circles. They were both giggling madly like children.

Finally, Jin Ling pulled back to gaze at his lover. His heart was warmed by the look of affection Sizhui returned. Both of them were smiling so wide their cheeks hurt.

Jin Ling brought one of the other's hand to his lips for a gentle kiss on the back of his hand. Sizhui was pretty sure he could feel the spike in his pulse through that contact.

"I want to court you properly-"

"-Okay," Sizhui agreed immediately with a nod.

Jin Ling chuckled at his eager interruption. "-Then I will ask for your hand in marriage."

"O-Okay," Sizhui replied breathlessly, practically swooning. He's sure that if Jin Ling let go of him now, he'll melt into puddle on the ground.

"I'll ask your parents for their blessings." Jin Ling said before hesitating. "As well as my uncle."

Sizhui nodded. "We can do it together."

Jin Ling gave him a grateful smile.

"I'll have to tell Jingyi- oh! Jingyi! We should go find him," Sizhui remembered belatedly, oblivious to the other's eyes dropping to his own lips.

"Jingyi can wait," Jin Ling reassured before holding his chin and leaning in.

"Ahhh!" Jingyi squealed at Sizhui's recounting and gave him a light shove. "Okay, okay, enough details!"

"You asked for it!" His friend retorted with a laugh.

"Well how was I to know that while I was in emotional turmoil, you two would be sucking faces?"

Sizhui covered his face that burst out in a furious blush. "D-Don't called it that!" He hissed in embarrassment. "I'm sorry, Jingyi."

Jingyi waved his apology away with a snort. "I'm just kidding, I'm glad you're happy, Sizhui. But if that Jin Ling does anything to upset you, I don't care if he's the sect leader, I'll beat him up myself!"

"Big talk for someone who just fainted from hearing his friends get engaged," Jin Ling deadpanned as he burst in the room with a tray.

Any retort Jingyi has died on his tongue when he saw the two bowls of soup in his hands. "Wow! Jin-gongzi actually made soup for poor old me?" The smell of sweet lotus wafted up his nose.

Jin Ling huffed and placed the tray down on the table, not denying anything. He simply pointed at the bowl with obviously a lot more ingredients and said, "That one is for A-Yuan."

"Oh, you didn't have to," Sizhui gave a sweet smile, "But thank you, A-Ling. It smells amazing!"

They both gazed at each other adoringly with pink cheeks.

Jingyi rolled his eyes at the display. How he could have missed all this while it was happening in front of him last time was truly a mystery. He vaguely wondered if anyone else had known about these two love birds.

Nonetheless, Zizhen is definitely going to be in for a big surprise the next time they meet.

(Plot twist: Zizhen already be knowing.)

[lamentingocean]

the winner is mongrang x reader. But a big twist to it.

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MONGRANG X READER.

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you were a pretty girl. grown into an age of when provinces and masters were under the hands of you. it sickened you to the point of when being under the hands of a master had you become a true realist. your mother.

Your village. control is one thing to use in such displeasure and dangerous acts. but the echoing screams of enslaved people that didn't fall under the rule. were tortured and taken into executions. but you didn't want to be controlled since we supposedly humans with an immune system controlling us. us as humanoid meat covering our soul like an apple with worms inside of it. you batted your chinese fan to let the air swoosh to your makeup embedded face.

ignoring the time, going out at night to see two opposites argue with each other. but these two opposites had a different power to them. one was crazy and mentally unwell. and one used and took women into his room to have a great time fucking their pussy for free.

That was mongrang.

your face turned disgusted by the mere presence of his face inside your head. like a VHS tape you broke before but still continuously played the footage. he was a red flag.

had the beauty of women give him motivation and happiness enough to satisfy his needs. but he had an enemy that isn't like that at all. and it kinda fascinated you about these two beings.

Jaha lee.

He is an extremely insane but handsome young man who rules a clan. doing usurpation upon the previous leader. they were both hot, but your taste for men is halfway ruined by booze-drinking older men.

Without respect and with a disgusting stench to them. Reaching to get a hot beauty to benefit their lives. but it doesn't work that way.

you ordered pho and sat down with your hanfu kissing the wood of the benches. you looked around the town in your vision. Booze, wine, beautiful men with evil in them, and women that rests their naked body onto many men. a fabric of DNA shared too much.

the bowl of broth and noodles went across your nose. standing you down. trying not to eat it unprofessional. It's ridiculous to be proper for the public eye.

Eat like a pig? Get judged and get called piggy.

eat proper? You are such a true lady.

you scoffed. reaching to your chopsticks to the pool of broth in the bowl. gender is such a stupid hassle to come across. Why do I need to pay attention to how I eat, and why do i need to do it just for the nonexistent stares of humanity's issues and problems? confusion struck your mind when you ate it properly.

you saw a man with long light chocolate colored hair sit across from you. the stares of the women when directly at you, like you interrupted their need to fangirl at the beauty of a man. Even the girl right next to him shot you a stare of such disrespect and thoughts of "why is she sitting with this bitch?"

he tried talking to you. with his beautiful eyes attempted to struck your heart. it's like a video game. It was blue. and it was pretty. but also multiple questions had to wash over your brain.

"what is he doing here?"

'Did he see me when he fought with that jaha guy?"

"Men are such rats. Why is trying to talk to me?"

his deep voice cleared it all like clouds.

"I believe I met you 2 months ago. I thought you were pretty. But I don't know why you decided to avoid me."

you chewed the meat from the meal.

"Get to the point. why are you talking to me?"

"I wanted to take you on a walk. to try and get to know you better.. despite your hatred for men."

"You... want to take me out?? You answer in a tone of rejection. he seemed kind, but inside of all, that kindness is a red flag.

"ahaha. I didn't mean to upset you. but come here. I need to tell you something."

"You have already done. now. leave my sight. I need to go home anyway. " That sentence hit him hard like a knife. since he really wanted to talk to you after his fight with jaha. but so mysterious to disappear right after their destructive fight.

the pervert demon reaching for a hand of such mystery.

"Wait." he grabbed your hand. right when he did. you scoffed in disgust. thinking about how many many men tried to get with pretty women. and then try so hard to reach for their pretty plum lips.

"let me go."

"Please talk to me. if you don't want to. Then I respect your answer. but please??"

the whispers and stares were directly to you again. like you split a drink or spilled pho all over your hanfu. it was judgemental and sour. but you had to suck it up and act accordingly to the most beautiful man in this town.

"Fine. fine."

He then grabbed your entire body and flew away in so much speed. It was so surprising. a pervert with such power. and a pervert that shit his man to a man with insanity on his toes. ahh. such misfortune. it was the lake he washed himself with.

the shit particles in this beautiful river. way to mess up beauty in nature.

"Did you bring me here to flirt with me like you insufferable men always do during your lives or to make me your girlfriend?"

"it's not like that at all. those women I hung out with back there is only using me for reputation and money... sick of it."

"very surprised of one person that sticks their cock inside women."

"Do you want me to be honest or not?" his entire personality changed. like he got revamped. always having motivation towards women, but it's much different from you than before.

"be honest."

"Your beauty caught me off gaurd when I was fighting that maniac. it wasn't like usual when i saw women in general. you actually had a unique personality when I saw you. all I'm saying is that. I don't know much about you. But I want to know more about you."

"tch typical." You turned your head from the face of what he's saying is genuine. but it actually made you feel something from that. you only had spoken to him in such a rude attitude. even when he spoke to you back then. so. Maybe give a chance?

"I dealt with men from all across China. when I traveled through our land. from the shanxxi province to the Shanghai province. It's not that different anymore coming from you. so please...I don't need to deal with one more."

"You are actually the woman that I was in need to speak with. you are the woman that I wanted to know more about. it was a urge at the point. but now that I have finally got you , this is what I get in return?" his words flinched you a bit. the more he spilled what he felt. the more you felt that feeling waiting to be leaked out.

"I'm sorry, mongrang. But I don't know how to feel.. I feel like you are the same as all the other men. and I'm afraid. I'm afraid that every man that I date with cheat on me or betray me with a girl that I don't even know. I don't want to suffer through that.."

he leaned on the railing to his hair, morfing like little brown webs. a shade of pink starts to come closer to color your face with it.

"I can understand you. many of us...I guess we either don't know our boundaries or don't respect them. I'm so sorry you don't want to suffer through that. many of the women back there is a bunch of whores anyway. but... you are so different from them. that's why I chose to talk to you. but in hiding since girls like to start drama." his expression turned dim and genuine. his blue eyes looked to the nightsky. seeing a good amount of stars.

"..maybe in the future. we can't see the sky like this anymore. The stars disappear and form into nothing but a black sky."

".....ahh fuck it. mongrang."

"Hm?"

you went so close to his face. with pink marking your face so much that your skin wasn't adapting.

"I don't know if I can rub off this feeling. but it's been bothering me ever since we got here. look. I don't know if you are one of them. or a red flag. but if I date you. Then you better not have many other chicks taking the DNA off your lips."

"So, are you saying you like me?"

"I don't know, but if I do, then maybe that's why my body moved on its own to yours."

"You are a peculiar woman with a lot of mystery behind you. and I love it."

your lips turned intimate, and his felt soft. tasting every ounce of his mouth and every bit of flavor of the pervert demon. he rubbed his hands to your waist, pulling you closer into the kiss. and even deeper as it seems.

"Ah..ehm. yeah. I don't know how to explain myself in terms of love."

" It's fine.. I loved it."

(My hands hurt ghfnfnfn)

[lillie98]

Heartstopper 2 Ramble (SPOILERS)

I just finished Season 2 of Heartstopper and wow. I had high expectations after Season 1, but I was not prepared for this emotional rollercoaster. The entire cast and crew poured their heart and souls into this project, and I am eternally grateful. I fear I won’t survive Season 3.

First of all, Imogen absolutely killed me. I wasn’t sure about her Season 1, but she won me over. Her reaction to Nick Coming Out was precious and awkward and completely sincere. Her monologue with Ben had me cheering at my little tv, and I actually rooted for her. I’m glad Alice gave Imogen another shot. She deserved it.

I was really worried about Ben’s storyline and how he would play into everything, but I’m SO glad they didn’t make Charlie accept his fake-ass apology. It dripped with manipulation tactics and danger. Good on Charlie for recognizing them and standing up for himself. Him essentially saying that Ben Sexually Abused him was difficult to watch but also so empowering. I’m still not sure if Ben is gay or not, but it really doesn’t matter to me. As Charlie said, Ben permanently broke his brain and he will live with the consequences for the rest of his life. You don’t get your happy rainbow, Ben, because you almost took Charlie’s away. Also, the Paris dinner scene was incredible. Joe Locke did not utter ONE WORD and yet you knew exactly what was going through Charlie’s head.

Speaking of Joe’s incredible acting, the fainting scene was immaculate. I loved the pre-fainting on the stairs and how Charlie ignored it, not wanting to freak out Nick, but it caught up to him quickly. I literally saw the light leave his eyes and his body weight pull him down. The use of the white border, double vision, and audio distortion made it incredibly realistic along with the way Joe let himself fall completely limp in Kit’s arms. You truly believed he was unconscious. My only critique is I wish we had seen him wake up and Nick reassure him he’s safe. Talking about Charlie’s beautiful blue eyes.

Charlie’s ED was handled with gentleness and grace by everyone, but especially Joe and Alice. It was a slow build that made sense and felt realistic without hitting you over the head with it. It’s beautiful to see this misunderstood community represented in mainstream media, especially when it comes to boys’ Mental Health. I loved Nick’s mom picking up on it, even if she didn’t fully understand. Good moms always know.

Tao and Elle were adorable and I loved watching Tao read the WikiHow article and then ask Elle out. Thank God they cut his hair, it was hurting. A lot. I’m glad Elle decided to go to Art School and pursue her dreams, it’s what she deserves. A place where she feels at home and accepted for who she is, where she’s surrounded by like-minded people who love and accept her.

I know Alice has tried to make Jane Spring more likable, but it’s not working for me. Sorry. If you don’t accept your child’s partner, you don’t accept your child. Period. She reminds me of Darcy’s mother. Jane Spring, I am in your walls.

The final scene broke me. It set up Season 3 perfectly while wrapping up the events of this season. Charlie looked so broken and lost admitting what he’d done to himself and Nick had no idea how to help him. So he did what he could, hold Charlie close and remind him that he is loved. Fully and completely. Watching Charlie walk home in Nick’s sweatshirt was like watching Nick carry him home—protecting him from the monsters in his mind. Also, the song that plays (the one that broke my brain) is from Wasia Project, Will Gao’s (who plays Tao) band. So, in a way, Tao was watching over him, too. The stark contrast between the Season 1 ending and this one is startling, but in the best way. Go back and listen to the lyrics of the final song, it will break your heart. “You’re the only one left, so please don’t go.” Nick is terrified that Charlie won’t make it and doesn’t know how he’ll handle losing his entire world. I can’t wait to see the GA’s response (those who didn’t read the comics). This is not the Heartstopper they thought they were getting. But for us who did read, it was nothing short of perfect. Thank you, Alice Oseman and team, you created a masterpiece.