#Quad Speakers

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𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐥𝐥

A/N: For @hp-12monthsofmagic’s August prompt (“School’s out for the summer”). Set in June 1991.

The setting sun painted the sky with reds, purples, oranges, and yellows as it sank beneath the horizon and the edge of the Black Lake, marking the close of yet another year at Hogwarts. And for the cast of seventh years, it marked the final sunset that they would enjoy while students. Sara O’Donnell had never quite believed that she and her siblings would make it to that day. Their older brother hadn’t and the quadruplets had been sucked into the same mystery that their older brother had been. 

“We made it,” her brother, Ryan, announced.

“I wasn’t sure that we would m-make it,” her other brother, Conor, mused.

Ryan let out a snort of laughter, throwing one arm around Conor’s shoulders and the other around their sister, Cara’s shoulders.

“But we made it, and all in one piece,” Cara responded.

“Not all of our friends made it, though,” Sara muttered, not trying to bring the mood down but it was in moments like this that Ash Khanna’s absence could be felt so acutely. It was obvious with the way that all of their friends were gathered around the bonfire at the opposite end of the lakeshore. 

“Yeah,” Ryan echoed. “But, we can’t change the past.”

“No, we can’t.”

“We’re getting melancholy here, guys. For as much sadness as there was, there were some great times. I mean, at least one of us found a spouse,” Cara responded, elbowing Sara in the stomach. In turn, Sara’s face turned bright red as she found the shadowy form of Barnaby Lee. They’d been together for two years now, since the end of OWLs.

“Maybe so, but I’m not ready to think about marriage yet.”

“God, we’re n-n-not even eighteen y-y-yet,” Conor responded. 

“Yeah. I don’t want to get engaged until I’m at least 21. And anyways, I’m not the one off to university in the fall,” Sara said, turning to face her younger brother.

Conor grinned sheepishly, but didn’t say anything as he ducked his head bashfully. It had taken a lot of convincing to get Conor to even consider applying for university to study architecture. He had taken multiple correspondence courses over the summers, in math and physics and whatever else was needed to even be eligible for an architecture university program. But, the O’Donnells supported one another. It was what they did. It was how they convinced Conor to follow his dream and how they convinced Cara to pursue her interests in art. 

“Hey! O’Donnells! Are you going to join us or just be sadly sentimental over there?” Charlie Weasley called, as he jogged down from the beach.

“Like you wouldn’t be the exact same way,” Ryan retorted.

“Yeah, yeah. Come join us anyways.”

“We’re coming.”

Sara shook her head, but followed Charlie and her siblings to join the rest of their friends. She dropped down onto one of the logs next to Barnaby, who draped an arm across her shoulders. The yellows and reds of the fire flickered across everyone’s faces.

“We’ll stay in touch, right?” Penny Haywood asked, looking across at everyone.

“Yeah. We’ll try,” Sara responded.

“Well, Winger and I will both be entering auror training and I expect to see Sara at the hospital,” Nymphadora Tonks announced, grinning at Talbott Winger, who sat alone.

“Barnaby and I are going to be undergoing magiozoology training together,” Liz Tuttle added. 

“And Barnaby will be living with Conor and myself in Dublin,” Sara responded, grinning at her boyfriend.

“Yep,” Barnaby agreed. 

“We’ll do our best, but life acts in funny ways. We’ll drift apart and come back together,” Cara mused, sounding like Hufflepuff’s former quidditch captain, Orion Amari.

“To coming together again,” Penny echoed, holding up her glass.

“Slainte!” Ryan cheered back. 

[luvxiem]

someones serenading u... ??????

recently no, however the dude i was talking to would constantly be humming and singing the anime openings when we would watch together and ngl it annoyed me but i kept my mouth shut bc i didn't wanna be mean and i liked other aspects abt him. he's gone now tho 🤣🤣 i'm sorry for betraying u luca 🙏

[canisonicscrewyou]

In T-Minus 11 hours we will have the truck to Begin Moving. Excited and nervous. Might take a 20 minute nap before I get to it or else just rot here till my timer goes off

[subwooferstereos]

Quad VA-One+ Amplifier with Wharfedale Linton 85th Anniversary Speakers SalonAV magazine

At first, you don’t even know what claims to be the leading role in this set - new three-way monitors in a cool vintage design, released in honor of the 85th anniversary of Wharfedale, or a low-power tube Quad integrated circuit from the One series, modestly standing on the top shelf of a system rack. By the way, it is also new - it is endowed with a more advanced DAC.

TAKE FOR LIVE

This summer we already listened to one "old-school" Quad/Wharfedale tandem, made up of a Vena II transistor amplifier/DAC and two-way Denton 85th Anniversary bookshelves. When, a few months later, another representative of the Wharfedale Heritage line arrived in Moscow - twice as heavy and impressive Lintons, we expected to listen to them along with the second Vienna. But by this time, the delivery of the upgraded tube Quad VA-One + arrived in time and curiosity began to disassemble: isn’t this miniature amplifier best suited for creating a “classic” stereo system?

We look at the Linton 85th Anniversary data. The sensitivity of 90 dB with the current “market” standard of 87 - 89 cannot be called small. Bring a power of about 8-10 watts to such speakers and you can already count on a sound pressure of a hundred decibels (which, by the way, is even higher than the declared SPL for Dentons)! The nominal resistance of the three-band model is not 4, but 6 ohms, that is, they can be considered lighter and according to the "load" criterion. True, Wharfedale recommends connecting the Linton 85th Anniversary to an amplifier with at least 25 watts, and the tube Quad VA-One + does not have that much output - its "maximum sine" is only 15 ...

But that doesn't mean it won't fit. Acoustic manufacturers often overestimate the lower limit of the recommended power, since there have been cases of driver failure due to too sharp clipping, which can occur in low-power transistor amplifiers even at a relatively low output voltage. There is no such risk with tube amplifiers - they limit the amplitude of the amplified signal softer. And that is why on the official Quad website the VA-One + amplifier in the illustrations poses in tandem with Quad S-1 monitors, which, according to the company's recommendations, should also not be connected to amplifiers weaker than 25 watts.

In the meantime, we can only judge indirectly about VA-One +. Its predecessor VA-One never appeared in editorial tests, although reviews from music lovers are almost entirely positive. The upgraded model features a front panel design and a new digital-to-analog conversion unit. Like the PA-One+ headphone amp, the unit has an advanced 32-bit Saber ESS9018K2M converter instead of Cirrus Logic's standard 24-bit converter. Such a replacement radically raised the PA-One in the class, and in our case we can count on the same effect.

In terms of features and basic circuitry, the plus model is a replica of the amp that Quad released back in 2016. It has only one line input, which is almost directly connected to the volume control. The remaining four inputs are implemented on a digital switch, which allows you to receive a signal via coaxial, optical, USB, and Bluetooth. And that's what a classic Quad amp should look like for today's music lover - combining the "most original sound" of tube technology with today's sought-after PC and mobile connectivity. The amplifier can also be listened to through headphones and controlled via the remote control.Despite its small size, the VA-One+ is quite heavy and is a traditional transformer push-pull with three stages: pre-amplification is provided by ECC83 triodes, followed by an ECC82 dual triode driver that extracts the differential component, and then the signal is already symmetrically fed to the output pairs of pentodes EL84. The point of such textbook circuits is different: in the organization of power supply and the depth of environmental protection, in the control of lamp modes and output transformers, but Quad engineers prefer not to talk about this.

Linton acoustics repeat Denton 85th Anniversary conceptually, but its design is sharpened for playback with a much larger dynamic range (SPL can reach 110 dB). The bass part is given to a 20 cm driver with a Kevlar cone. The 630 - 2400 Hz range falls on a lightweight 135 mm driver, the membrane of which is also formed from the proprietary Black Woven Kevlar composite. The tweeter is identical to that used in Denton - with a silk dome and ferrite in the magnetic system. Both phase inverter ports are brought to the rear panel. Single line connection.

Especially for this acoustics, Wharfedale also released stylish vintage stands - extremely solid, heavy, and, by the way, functional (you can store vinyl records in them). I would also draw your attention to protective anthers. The fabric, which is stretched over the frame (the latter is fixed on the front side in the usual way - on steel pins), does not just resemble an old one in texture. The selected synthetic material feels thick and springy to the touch - the unusual three-dimensional weaving certainly somehow has a special effect on the acoustic properties. And this was clearly visible already in the first installation session with the Vena II amplifier. When located away from the walls, Linton built the music stage correctly and quite deeply, but after installing the grills, the sounding space became even more “visual” - it did not lose small details and gained expressive imagery! At the same time, the fabric slightly softened and neutralized the middle register, which at first caught a slight “overplay” (although it didn’t look like a tint).

The upper band is reminiscent of "Denton" in character - the emphasis is not on ideal linearity, but on a less formal and more important for musical perception) quality - uniformity of resolution over the entire band. Microdynamics on HF is transmitted almost exemplary, and this is eloquently evidenced by the distinguishability of all instruments in this band. Starting to listen to something, you first catch small tonal tints in the sound on sonorous or noise spectra, which are typical for old-school tweeters. But after five or ten minutes of adaptation, the ear completely switches to the "relax" mode - now it seems that the sound is exactly as it should be: nothing is brought here, nothing is retouched ...

Bass is also good precisely for its clarity, and not for volume or “meat”. However, at high levels, Lintons can give out not only a biting punch, but also a powerful blow, and linearity in this part, judging by the recognizability of the color of drums and bass guitars, is at a high level. The main thing is that neither box nor bass-reflex overtones are heard.

Now, not without some timidity, we switch the acoustics to the tube VA-One +. He actually needs some time after switching on to enter the “voice”, but he shows his different, in principle, musical interpretation right away. Musical drive is expressed, for example, not through the “weight” of drums, the fury of guitar bells and whistles, but through the density and richness of timbres, through the lively bulge of the voice, through the isolation of hi-hats and air trails. The naturalness of cellos and double basses is impressive – they turn out to be very saturated, focused and therefore especially “acoustic”. The same, however, can be said about brass, piano or acoustic guitar - the tones are lively and open. Such a textured clarity of timbres in a wide range indicates a good consistency of the mid-frequency head on each flank - and with a high-frequency driver, and with bass. And at the same time - and about the excellent "coordination" of native racks with speakers. If you put your palm on the acoustics during playback, then the body vibrations are almost not felt even at high volume levels.

The Linton/VA-One+ combo is just as good at reaching low bass, despite the lower amp power and less stringent bass control. A trace of compression due to the limitations of the output stages can only be heard on some powerful thunder or crushing shots from cannons, and for most music tracks the range is enough for the eyes (except for places where dynamic contrasts are very strong). The HF pattern is interesting - it is woven from clear sonorous dominants and soft clean atmospheric plumes. However, it all depends on the sound track being listened to - it is she who dictates both the form and the content of this picture. If with transistor amplification it seemed that the system was introducing a drop of some kind of “gag”, now the questions for resolution have disappeared completely. If somewhere something is embellished in sound, then only in the middle band,

Everything written above refers to playing audio files from a laptop via USB, and therefore includes an assessment of the work of the digital part. The analog input of the amplifier is so transparent that it allows you to hear the "hardware" nuances of another source - for example, a more restrained, but at the same time more verified feed by the DAC of a network streamer. But the most valuable quality of VA-One + is that, showing in the smallest gradations the difference between different sources, it still produces an amazingly musical and lively sound, even when powered by a smartphone via Bluetooth.If the VA-One+ had a price tag below the psychological threshold of "stallnik", we would without the slightest doubt award it with the label "Good Buy". However, among lamp models priced up to 2000 euros, it already looks advantageous in many respects.

As for the Linton, this pair of systems in any case looks like an extremely successful acquisition - both on their own and in combination with their own optional racks.

SYSTEM

Sources

Naim NDX 2 network player

Naim Uniti Core music server

laptop Apple MacBook Air A1465

smartphones OPPO Reno, iPhone 8

Quad Vena II Integrated Amplifier/DAC

Cables

Digital InAkustik Referenz High Speed ​​USB 2.0

interconnect RCA Atlas Hyper Grun Ultra

acoustic Atlas Ascent

power Atlas EOS and EOS Modular

Wharfedale Linton Stands

Quad VA-One+

Producer: Quad Electroacoustics Limited/IAG Group (Great Britain)Inputspair of linear RCA, TOSLink, Coax, USB Type-BexitsPhones 6.3 mmRCA input impedance50 kOhmSupported bit depthPCM up to  24bit/  96kHz (for S/PDIF inputs), up to 32bit/384kHz and DSD256 (via USB)RMS output power2 x  12W (into 8 or 4  ohms), 2 x  15W (into 6 ohms)Distortion level0.5%Frequency range20 Hz - 50  kHz (-3 dB)BluetoothA2DP, aptX, SBCFinishinggray mattDimensions (W x H x D)180 x 164 x 285 mmWeight10.8 kg

Wharfedale Linton 85th Anniversary

Producer: Wharfedale/IAG Group Ltd (Great Britain)Configuration3 emitters, 3 bandsAcoustic designphase inverterFrequency response40 –  20,000  Hz (with +/-3dB flatness)Sensitivity90 dBMaximum SPL110 dBRated/minimum resistance6/3.5 ohmRecommended Amplifier Power25 - 200  WFinishingnutDimensions300 x 565 x 330 mmWeight18.4 kg (each)

[aisiedaisie]

I’m kinda living for the whole college Sirius you’ve got going. Never would’ve imagined him as a TA but Astronomy fits soooo well. (Very much looking forward to more of that) But just imagine… Tutor reader and one of the other boys is a barista on campus and they just know the readers order as soon as they walk in because it seems like they always stop by before or after work. I think that would be soooo cute!

Also saw you have designated anons can I be your ⏳ anon if that’s not taken already?

Hello hello~!!! I’m so happy you’re enjoying the college AU! I’m really loving TA!Sirius too, so that storyline will definitely continue. Now, as for your ask—when I saw ‘barista,’ my first thought was to make it a Remus-centered fic. But…I raise you social butterfly barista James Potter. With that said, I hope you enjoy my take on your idea!

Also of course you can be my ⏳anon!!!

Barista!James Potter x Fem!Reader WC: 1.1k

It's early afternoon, and the coffee shop tucked in the far corner of the quad is practically deserted. Only a few frazzled students tap furiously at their keyboards, their brows knitted in concentration, while the occasional professor unwinds after a long string of lectures. Behind the counter, two baristas are stationed, chatting as they clean and restock in leisurely rhythm, bracing for the next rush that’s sure to sweep through those double glass doors in a few hours.

When you step into the shop, just as you do nearly every day around this time, you’re greeted by the soft hum of music filtering through the speakers, barely louder than the clatter of laptop keys and the muffled murmur of conversation. Yet, the sound is familiar and comforting, blending seamlessly with the warmth of the space.

You glance toward the bar, and there he is—James, a familiar face, mid-motion as he turns from cleaning the espresso grinder. His brown eyes light up with recognition, crinkling with a smile that’s warm and easy.

"Hey, love," he greets, pushing his round glasses back up the bridge of his nose. "Your usual?"

You can’t help but mirror his smile as you nod, digging into your bag to pull out your wallet. “Yeah, thank you, James.”

At the register, the other barista, a girl with dark red hair pulled into a loose bun, rings up your order. You notice, though, that she pauses as James adds an extra drink to your total. She raises an eyebrow, casting him a questioning look. “She’s only getting one, though?” she asks, her brows furrowing.

“Just trust me, Lils,” James replies, his smile as certain as it is mysterious. With a small sigh, she relents, and you barely notice the extra charge, simply thanking her with a quiet smile before finding an empty table.

You settle in, pulling out your journal and glancing at your phone, gauging how many hours you’ll be spending in the library tonight.

As you begin jotting down notes, your mind drifts to a few concerns your students shared during the last session, the things they struggle with that you’re determined to help them understand. The scratch of your pen on the paper becomes a soothing rhythm until—

A steaming mug lands on a coaster beside your phone, pulling you from your thoughts. You look up, startled, an apology already on your lips. “Sorry,” you murmur, realizing you must’ve missed him calling your name.

James only chuckles, his smile soft yet playful. “Sorry for what, love?”

“Not coming to get my order?”

He laughs, the sound warm and familiar, filling the quiet space between you. “I didn’t even call for you.” He shakes his head, clearly amused. “When I finished with your tea, you were already writing, so I figured I’d just bring it over.”

You thank James with a grateful smile, but he just waves it off, already turning back to the espresso grinder. Lily, meanwhile, busies herself at the small refrigerator, restocking whipped cream canisters with the kind of efficiency that only comes from experience.

You open your journal once more and start drafting a few more notes, tailoring each to help your students in their upcoming sessions. First on today’s list is Evan—a top business student, though lately, he’s hit a wall with Economic History. You’re not entirely sure why. Though the subject is notoriously dry, Evan is bright and usually navigates complex material with ease.

Then again, you’ve noticed a pattern. Every time a certain psychology major sits just outside your study room door, Evan’s focus starts to drift. You’ve seen the stolen glances, the way his attention wavers whenever that familiar face appears in his line of sight.

But you don’t really mind. Evan’s a fast learner, and once he sets his mind to it, he absorbs concepts quickly. With a small smile, you jot down a few more examples, hoping to make the material click despite his latest...distractions.

After some time, you shift in your seat, feeling the strain of being hunched over for so long. You roll your shoulders, feeling a satisfying pop and release of tension. Glancing at your mug, you realize it’s now almost empty; the last bit of lemon mint tea has gone cold, a quiet signal that it’s time to pack up and move on.

You slip your book and journal back into your tote bag and stand, carrying your mug over to the return station, placing it gently in its designated spot. A quick glance at the counter shows James mid-motion, focused on another drink. You approach Lily instead, thanking her for helping out and asking if you could order a tea to-go. Lily just shakes her head, waving you off with a small smile.

“Oh?” you ask, brows furrowing in mild confusion.

Before you can answer, James turns, holding a drink carrier with two steaming cups, his expression radiating a proud, quiet satisfaction. “Figured you’d be heading to the library after this,” he says, a grin tugging at his lips. “So I added a second tea to your order.”

You let out a soft sigh, almost a laugh, and despite yourself, a fond smile tugs at your own lips. “James…”

But he’s already pressing the drinks into your hands, that familiar, mischievous glint in his eyes steady and warm.

“You got the coffee too. Honestly, you’re too good at this job,” you tease, glancing down at the carrier— your usual tea to go and an Americano for Remus at the library desk.

James’ grin widens, his gaze bright with playful pride. “Well, we have to keep our loyal customers around somehow,” he jokes. “Can’t risk you being lured away by another coffee shop on campus.”

You laugh, a soft and genuine sound, as you take the drinks from him. “I don’t think you have anything to worry about. This is my favorite spot, after all.” You give him a small, lasting smile, the comfort of this place—and maybe of him—settling around you.

“Good luck with work,” he says warmly, his voice carrying a note of encouragement.

As you make your way to the door, you catch yourself glancing back, a gentle wave accompanying the smile that lingers, soft and warm, just a little longer than you’d planned.

As soon as she steps out the door, Lily glances over at James, raising an eyebrow. “Do you think she noticed you put your number on the cup?”

James shrugs, a bit sheepish but still with a hint of a grin. “Probably. I mean, I hope so.” He leans back against the counter, his expression a mix of casual hope and quiet anticipation.

“I guess we’ll see.”

[jangofettjamz]

Turn It Off!

Gentle!Wednesday x Autistic!Male!Reader

Summary: Wednesday comforts you after Enid almost sends you into sensory overload.

Words: 1076

Wednesday POV

Normally I would resent anyone who would even dare to think of asking me out, but that all changed when a particular psychic boy asked me to be his friend, and soon to be boyfriend.

Y/N L/N, a real gem among idiots.

I instantly took a liking to him, he's different from everything else and I soon came to find out why.

Y/N has autism spectrum disorder, which would be a valid explanation for some of his behaviour since coming to nevermore.

He's extremely shy, when he asked me to be his friend he almost broke at the seams. He's really nervous during any kind of social interaction with those he doesn't know.

Loud noises are especially irritable for him. Wolves howling in the quad would be torture for him, making him put his headphones on the second he sees them about to howl.

Meltdowns. Some imbecile thought it was funny to blast an air horn into his ears during lunch break, the result was Y/N having a meltdown with no one able to help him.

When we started talking I knew he felt a connection to me, he was a bit scared of me but also intrigued.

He's vastly intelligent, easily an IQ of 160. He's truly gifted with intelligence and that's coming from me. I'm not one to be humble.

When we started dating I took him to the weathervane, I didn't want to scare him like I did with everyone else. He's a fragile boy and didn't deserve that.

I wanted to protect him, to care for him and help where everyone elsen had failed him.

I love everything about him. I love the he'd hide his hands in his sleeves when he's shy. I love the way he talks about his favourite things in great detail. I love the way he could come to me when he's upset.

I love him, so very very much.

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Me, Enid and Y/N are currently studying for our botany test next week. Enid, as usual, is procrastinating while me and Y/N have been studying since the test was announced.

We both go to reach for the eraser on the desk next to us, only for our hands to touch. I kissed the top of his hand making him blush madly, he really is cute; I hate myself for using that word.

Enid is dancing around her room being the foolish lycan that she is, she never ceases to amaze me how foolish she can be, its actually quite remarkable.

Suddenly, she decided it was a good idea to start blasting her incessant music out of her speakers, causing Y/N to cover his ears and whimper out of discomfort.

"Enid, turn it off" I said with a warning tone, though she only chose to ignore me and do her embarrassing dance moves in front of my face. Y/N began to whimper louder, making my anger with Enid rise to new heights.

"Enid turn it off!" I said louder; no effect was made.

"Why? It's getting boring in here, let's have some fun!" She said loudly, only adding to Y/N's discomfort. I was furious.

"ENID!" I shout, startling the both of them. "Can't you see that Y/N is getting upset because of your music blasting his ear drums apart, he's sensitive to noise you imbecile!" She looked over to Y/N to see him curled up in a ball with his hands over his ears, a guilty expression painting her face.

I point my finger to the door. "Get out" is all I say. She obeys and walks out with her head hung low. She knows about his noise sensitivity and yet she still does this, the audacity of some people.

Though my anger was strong and prevalent, I still heard faint whimpers from my side of the room. Y/N was still feeling uncomfortable after all that noise and was curled up in a ball on the floor by my desk. Thing was trying his best to comfort him, but nothing seemed to work.

I walk over to him and sit down opposite him with a gentle smile on my face. I patted my knees indicating for him to sit in my lap, he nodded and crawled into my lap and I hugged him tight, he preferred pressure over feather light touches.

He sniffled quietly, hoping I wouldn't notice. He looked away from so that I wouldn't see the tears streaming down his face like a river, as if I'd resent him for it. I pulled his face by his chin to look at me and offered a reassuring smile. I only ever smile for him.

"It's okay to cry in front of me, I won't be mad. Please don't be afraid to cry in front of me, I don't want you to be scared of me, darling." And with that he broke, he hid his face in my shoulder as I stroked his back, my blazer becoming wet with tears but I didn't care.

"I'm sorry Wednesday, I know you hate emotions." He said through his sobs. I felt my heart break a little, he thought I'd hate him for it.

"No it's okay, sweetheart, it's you so I don't mind at all. I would never be disappointed in you for being upset. Enid is the one I'm disappointed in, she should've been more mindful of your needs."

I pulled back from him. "Can I kiss you?" He nodded and I planted a gentle kiss to his lips. "Wanna cuddle for a bit?" He nodded again and I guided him to my bed.

We sat on the bed and I held him with a vice grip from behind. I wanted to reassure him that he's okay to be emotional around me. I had not realised he feared me so much.

"I won't leave you for being emotional Y/N, you know that right?" I whispered behind him. "I'm always here to listen you, I know it can be hard to operate somedays and it can be overwhelming for you, I'm hoping you'll let me in and help you and comfort you in any way I can." He turned around, he looked taken aback by what I said, I meant everything.

"You would do that? For me?" I smiled and nodded

"I'd do anything for you, mi amor." He leaned forward and kissed me gently, smiling against my lips which I happily returned.

Maybe I'm not unlike my mother and father after all...

[cheriden]

「 across the room 」 。。。

"He thinks you look stupid. Stupid is too harsh of a word—stupid in a sense that it’s endearing. His feet are planted in its place as you grow dizzy, seeking balance in the person beside you. Watching you stumble into the kitchen and laughing at nothing; he follows suit."

pairing 。choi yeonjun x gn! reader

☆ genre & tags 。college!au, party animal!reader, party animal!yeonjun

☆ status & word count 。oneshot | 0.761k

☆ warnings/notes 。not proofread, irresponsible drinking, reader is gender neutral but wears makeup

Yeonjun watches you in amusement as you spin around with an arm in the air, jumping in a pace that certainly does not match the loud house music over the speakers. He was supposed to leave a few minutes ago, but he finds himself against one of the walls, red solo cup in hand, as his gaze is fixated on whatever new dance move you have conducted. 

You’re a vision. Sparkly eyeshadow and sequined get-up reflecting the mirrorball, weakly hung by thin rope. It shines onto everything, the walls, the floor, the random bodies around you. Yeonjun’s head is spinning as he continues to look at you and whatever you think you’re doing properly, as you proceed to jump and punch into the air. 

Now you’re raising your quads in the air and waving your arms like you’re a jellyfish. He thinks you look stupid. Stupid is too harsh of a word—stupid in a sense that it’s endearing. His feet are planted in its place as you grow dizzy, seeking balance in the person beside you. Watching you stumble into the kitchen and laughing at nothing; he follows suit. 

He thinks it might be creepy, following you out of his own curiosity. He thinks he might be your guardian angel, watching over you to avoid stupid accidents—but he isn’t your savior, he isn't your stalker. He’s just some guy who thinks you dance funny; funny not in an “I’m making fun of you way”, but funny as in he smiles at the thought of you dancing as it replays in his mind. You shout at nobody, telling the sea of preoccupied bodies that you need another drink. Yeonjun eyes the shot glass and whatever liquor bottle is in your other hand, rushing to your side to confiscate both.

You whine at the loss of it. He grins as you pout and mumble under your breath. He asks: “What’s your name?” You refuse at first, but then he hands you a glass. Thinking it was more alcohol, you chug it down, only to find it’s nothing but water. He warns you not to take drinks from random strangers. With snark, you refute, “It’s fine if it’s you then?” But he’s ever so patient, a soft smile forming when he replies, “It’s fine if it’s me.”

You tell him your name. He asks you to repeat it. You tell him again, and again despite the booming sound system. He thinks you’ve told him at least a dozen times, though he fails to catch it every time. He sees how impatient you’re getting, and settles for pretending to understand it. 

You smile. Yeonjun thinks he can burn the image of your high in his mind, along with the scenes of you dancing earlier. 

You’re still drunk and nodding your head to whatever early 2000s song is playing, singing as you look around the room and wait for him to pour you more water. He notes how much of the lyrics you get wrong, how many times you grow silent when you’re not sure what verse is on, how you laugh and say sorry when you confuse the hook parts. He tells you it’s fine. You tell him you want to dance with him. He says you shouldn’t be dancing anymore. The two of you argue for a bit, and it ends with you telling him to go get you more water. As he rounds the corner with the empty pitcher, he realizes he had forgotten to tell you his own name. He swears at himself internally, pitcher overflowing below the dispenser as he wipes the lukewarm drink on the sides of his pants. He wonders who invited you; what you study, what you like, your favorite color. He mentally compiles a list of questions for you, arranged by how important it is to him without him sounding too needy.

A tipsy Yeonjun walks into the kitchen in search of you, but to no avail. He walks the route you had taken to the living room-turned-dance floor, though it’s missing your signature sparkle and… Unique dancing. He nearly flips the house over in search of you, and when he describes you to the host, she tells him she didn’t know you personally, but were seen leaving with the rest of your friends. 

He sits on the edge of his car’s hood, staring into the sky in an attempt to sober up. With a sigh and a clear mind, he gets into the driver seat and puts the vehicle in reverse. 

He’ll just have to find you at the next party.

ahm. cheesed 2 meet you !!!

[anonymousewrites]

A Good Day for Death Pride Special 2024

Wednesday Addams x Reader

Pride Special 2024

            “Yet another day full of too-much cheeriness and color,” said Wednesday, crossing her arms.

            “Oh, come on, Wednesday, you had fun last time!” said Enid, rolling her eyes.

            “Nonsense. I said it wasn’t as terrible as it could be. It is still horrible, and not in a good way,” said Wednesday.

            “Will you at least help us set up?” said (Y/N). “It isn’t crowded right now, and we’re playing some music for fun!”

            They beamed widely at Wednesday, and she noticed they already had black sweater with nonbinary-colored stitching across the bottom on. Additionally, (Y/N) had pansexual-themed earrings on.

            “It seems you’ve already started the Pride celebration,” said Wednesday.

            “I’m proud all year round,” said (Y/N) teasingly.

            “Please stay, Wednesday. You can put on the pin that (Y/N) got you last year, and it’ll be fun,” said Enid.

            “I don’t need your ‘fun,’ ” said Wednesday.

            “You don’t need our fun, but you can still have it,” said (Y/N). “We’re giving it for free.”

            “And we’re your friends. Do it for us,” said Enid.

            “I don’t have friends,” said Wednesday firmly.

            “You’re really good at lying,” laughed (Y/N), completely undeterred.

            “We’re your friends, and you know it,” said Enid.

            Wednesday crossed her arms. “If I help you put up these…colorful decorations, will you lave me be to write tonight?”

            “Yes,” said (Y/N), smiling. “We’ll get our dose of Wednesday and be content.”

            “I am not a medicine,” said Wednesday, raising a brow.

            “I was thinking more about poison,” chirped (Y/N).

            Wednesday glanced at them and cursed the poison that (Y/N)’s happiness was for her. Them seeming so excited to have her around and always comparing her to the dark subjects she preferred made her heart feel sickeningly light.

            Unfortunately, she had a permanent infection on (Y/N)—a crush. So she couldn’t not give in.

            “Very well. I’ll assist,” said Wednesday. “But do not expect more.”

            “Cross my heart and hope to die, I promise,” said (Y/N).

            Enid just pouted but nodded.

l

            “Red Wine Supernova” by Chappell Roan blasted over the speakers as people danced in the Quad. Enid danced with her boyfriend, and more couples and groups jumped up and down while screaming lyrics.

            (Y/N) laughed as they watched. They hadn’t joined yet since they didn’t really have a group and Enid was with Ajax. Plus, (Y/N) was worried they’d get too excited and steal energy from others. Still, they didn’t mind too much. It was a nice night, and Pride was fun to just witness, too. Getting to be proud of who they were—for being an outcast or for other reasons—was very important.

            “I’m surprised you’re not dancing.”

            (Y/N) jumped before turning to face Wednesday, who had popped up out of nowhere (lurking in the shadows as usual). They smiled. “Hey, Wednesday. I didn’t expect you.”

            “These people are too boisterous. I cannot focus,” said Wednesday, crossing her arms.

            (Y/N) smiled to themself. They could see Wednesday wearing the pin they had bought her for the last Pride event, so they knew that, despite Wednesday’s proclamations that being there was a mishap, she had put a miniscule amount of effort into coming.

            “Right. Well, you’re welcome to hang out with me until the party dies down enough for you to write,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            Wednesday nodded. The pair stood in silence as the dance continued, but Wednesday turned to face (Y/N). “I have this.” She held out her hand.

            (Y/N) glanced down to find a pair of earrings that were shaped like scythes. Instead of a silver or black metal, though, they shone iridescently—rainbow.

            “They’re very nice,” said (Y/N) appreciatively.

            “Take them,” said Wednesday. “I ordered them in black, and these came by mistake.”

            She was lying through her teeth, but what was she supposed to say, that she intentionally came with a gift to (Y/N) to repay them for the pin? Nonsense, that would be admitting that she thought about them more than she did anybody else.

            (Y/N) smiled, and Wednesday had a suspicion they saw through her but were kind enough to not say anything.

            “Thank you, Wednesday,” said (Y/N). They took off their current earrings, pocketed them, and put on Wednesday’s gifts. “How do I look?”

            “Very reaper-like,” said Wednesday.

            “Thanks,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            Seeing them in her gift with that smile, Wednesday’s heart pounded. She was suddenly very pleased with herself. Turning away from them, she cleared her throat.

            “You should dance,” said Wednesday. Anything to get (Y/N) away from her before she acted any more vulnerable around them.

            “I’m worried I might drain someone out of excitement,” said (Y/N) sheepishly.

            Wednesday raised a brow. “Nonsense. You have improved your control.”

            “Have I really though?” said (Y/N).

            “I have to do everything around here,” grumbled Wednesday, deciding she refused to let (Y/N) talk like that about themself. “We’re dancing.” She grabbed (Y/N)’s hand and pulled them towards the dance floor.

            (Y/N) smiled as they looked at Wednesday’s hand and gripped it properly. “Okay!”

            We’re dancing.

            (Y/N)’s grin widened.

            We.

            What a nice word.

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[vhyunjinverse]

One of your Girls

f!reader x toji fushiguro (18+)

summary: There’s nothing like an old fashioned birthday celebration amongst friends going to the strip club, but it’s something when the Diamond herself is Toji’s treat for the night.

warnings: age gap (reader is 23 toji is 27), minor smoking, oral (m receiving), porn with plot, choking, creampie, squirting, spit kink, fingering, throat fucking, nipple piercing reader, tongue piercing toji

“Never been here before.” Toji grumbles, looking around the club. The music was loud, people going in and out of two separate doors. There was tight security and the area was clean, not your average strip club. Along with Gojo, Getou and Sukuna, the strip club was an ideal destination for celebrating Toji’s birthday. “It’s a cleaner spot, more expensive too. Might start comin here instead of the one we usually go to.” Sukuna pulls out a cigarette, quickly lighting it and giving it a puff. The quad shared a quick smoke session as they neared the door. Gojo taking the lead to the security guard that multitasked in reservations, “Fushiguro.” The white haired male leaning over the list to be nosey.

Toji scoffed while they took care of the business. He wasn’t one to really celebrate his birthday. To him it was another regular day of the year. However, his associates (his best friends he’s known for over ten years) always find some way to celebrate it (even without him). He took another look around the fancy place before chuckling. It reminded him of his college days, how wild he was before his family stepped in and sent him overseas. He stayed, and his friends came along. He caught his success here.

The inside of the club was even better. The floors a velvet red, private rooms lined the halls. Different stages each with a different group of girls dancing on poles. Men, hungry men, gawking at them with money ready to throw if it hasn’t been thrown yet.

“Shit….how much was this?” He laughs ex excitedly. Sukuna had already wondered off to a section the moment they stepped in. “Happy birthday.” Getou nodded with a wink afterwards. The trio kept walking down the hall until another door opened, and there was another stage ahead. Only one pole. The room was crowded but Toji found a seat close the front. Neither of the tables and chairs were placed too close to the stage. The men whistled. Gojo ended up separating from them once he sat eyes on the bar, his long haired friend right behind him.

There left the green eyed male, staring at the pole as the lights dimmed a seductive red. Music played from the speakers, good quality as well,

But that was when it happened. You- the diamond. The way your leg peeked from behind the velvet curtain, the way your body slowly made its way to the pole…how your hands wrapped around the cool metal. Your curls falling around your face, trailing behind your every move. Your curves emphasized by the black thong-like panties hugging your waist. Toji’s eyes rested on just how juicy your cunt looked hiding behind the material. His breath hitched. catching your brown eyes. Your hands snake around your neck, moaning softly while you rocked around the pole. Your eyes rolled, squeezing.

It felt like the whole world had stopped. Toji had seen many strippers, many..many strippers but you..you pulled him in. The room was quiet part from the music. No man spoke, no man made even a peep, other than the money being thrown at your body that moved like silk. You throw your head back, hands reaching for your bra. Toji scanned your face, your plump lips- the dimple he could see, all down to the beautifully detailed artwork on your face. If he knew you personally he wouldn’t even know.

The material slipped off your shoulders, you wrapping the straps around your fingers, holding the bra. Toji licked his lips, his tongue pausing on the scar for a second. His eyes trailing your pierced nipples, both hard.

“I heard..someone’s birthday is today.” Your voice sent shivers down his spine, straight to his cock that already shown its excitement. You glanced around the room until your eyes landed on his. You hum softly, heels clicking against the stage to the soft floor. On your knees, you crawled to him, back arching. Toji watched your every move, a smirk slowly rising to his lips. He heard Gojo’s snicker somewhere in the background, sneaky bastard. He’d have to thank him later.

You were between his thighs, hands on either side of his legs. Toji reached over to touch you- anything to be in control, but you shook your head. “Happy birthday..Toji.” You stood, your leg resting on the arm of his chair. So close…his heart was racing. It was only you in the room it seemed to Toji. He didn’t care for the men that whistled and still threw money. He didn’t acknowledge how rowdy they were when you sat on his lap and grinded over his hard cock. He sure as hell didn’t hear a damn thing when you leaned back, head on his shoulder, whispering softly into his ear: follow me.

“Happy fuckin birthday to me.” Toji looked over your body. The private room private to only you two. No one else. There was a small stage and pole but you didn’t use that, no, you didn’t have to. You leaned up, wrapping your bra around Toji’s broad frame and pulling him down. His lips crashed with yours. You moan into the kiss, his hands going down to grip your ass. You didn’t miss the cool material of his tongue piercing either. It made you moan. A good looking man at your job…perfect for you. “Been wanting this. Thought i was gonna have to wait.” He picked you up, causing you to squeal. “Toji-“

“You had yer turn princess. It’s my turn now.” He pushes you up against the wall, hand around your throat. You wrap your legs around his torso, his lips going to flick your pierced buds. “Mm..” you breathe. He sucked them. It almost seemed like he waited for your milk. The way he hungrily nawed at your breast..the grip on your neck. He squeezed and squeezed. “Want you on this dick.” He grumbles, other hand coming to squeeze the tit in his mouth. “So fuckin badly.”

Toji pulls back, mouth wet with his own saliva. He licked his lips as he pulled you from the wall. He carried you to the love seat. “You want that princess?” He asks, slapping your thigh to spread them. You whimper, opening your legs. He’s tugging at his belt to the button that couldn’t unbutton fast enough. You were so wet, nodding at his words… “Want you to fill me.” You lay back.

Toji’s fingers trail your inner thigh. He stops at your panties, the thing material being no help to how wet you were. “Look at that..” He groans, finger brushing over your clit through your panties. He licks his lips as he rubs it a bit faster. You kept your legs open wide as they twitched at the feeling. “all this for me. who else you spreadin your legs for huh?” He wasted no time smacking the soaked surface. You clench at the feeling.“hm?” Toji asks as he pulls your panties to the side. His fingers wet with your slick. You leaned right there for him. Your clit exposed, yearning for his touch. The tip of Toji’s fingers brush over the exposed skin, his eyes flicking up to your flushed face. How you stared at him while he teased your poor little pussy..the face you made while he made those slight brushes up against your sensitive clit. Your brows furrow when his finger slip inside of you with ease. Your lips forming a small ‘o’ at how his long fingers curled inside of you. “yes..yes-fuck.” your hips rock against the fingers that pressed and pressed inside of you.

“feels s’good toji..ah-“ you bite your lip,biting back the moans you wanted to scream out. Leaning forward, you run a hand over Toji’s clothes cock. The way you could see the veins pressed against the cotton material from how hard he was. “Need it..fuck i need it.” you whimper. “I know baby, I know.” Toji drunk on how wet you were for him. You pull at the band of his underwear until his cock springs free. You pull your hand back, licking a long, wet stripe on it. His tip was red and leaking. You wasted no time licking your land again, earning another finger from Toji. You take his cock in your hands, pumping him slow down base to tip.

Toji’s thumb presses against your clit, his fingers playing inside of you. “I could do this all day..yer warm princess.” He mumbled, his hips rocking forward. He fucked himself into your hand faster. “Right there..right there wait-“ you gasp, hips jerking. You squeezed around his fingers, that thumb still pressed against your clit. You whine feeling yourself gush over the fingers, his thumb circling your clit while you coated them. You lips fell agape while you stared up at him. Toji’s smirk only grew wider at that look in your eyes. His cock slipped right between your plump lips.

Legs shaking while Toji pumped your pussy full of his fingers, his thick cock touching the back of your throat. You stared up at him through teary eyes, smirk on his face while looking down at you. “Fuck baby- m’gonna cum soon if yer keep lookin at me like that.” He groans, other hand reaching down to tangle in your curls. He tugs softly, burring your face against the happy trail. His cock slipping all the way in your mouth. “I’ll give it to ya good if you don’t choke.” He laughs afterwards, throwing his head back at the warmth of your throat. You try your best, knowing just how needy you were in this moment.

“That’s it princess..fuck-“ Toji’s hips jerked. You choke slightly, the warm seed spilling down your throat. You gag just a bit, but still swallowing around his thick head. “fuck fuck fuck..” He groans, looking down at you through half lid eyes. “good fucking girl taking my cock.” He slips out, holding his cock against your mouth, slapping it against your lips. You lick every bit, Toji’s wet fingers slipping through his lips. “Taste good.”

You shudder and take a deep breath. Getting up you hold onto Toji’s arm. He takes your lips into his immediately. You taste yourself on his lips, and vise versa for him who only deepened the kiss. His spit trailed down your chin. His hand coming back to hold your neck. You pull back, “Shit-“ Out of breath. It only makes him laugh.

“This the part where I pay for yer college or somethin?” He takes a seat where you once were. You hum and straddle his lap. “Not yet.” You wink, “I said i wanted you in me, i meant that.”

He hums and rubs his hands over your hips, guiding you slowly on his cock. You hiss at the feeling, but the tip went in with ease thanks to Ojis fingers. You whimper, looking up at his slightly red face. Toji’s biting his lip, bottoming out once your heat surrounded him. “Perfect pussy for me hm?” He leans his head back on the soft cushion. You take his cock best you can. He lets you take all the time you need, which was nice. He worked you in perfectly. Once you settled down to base your body instinctively leaned into him. He was warm, his bare chest pulling your body into him. Toji bottoms out inside of you, shuddering.

He fucks into you nice and slow, every inch slipping into you perfectly. Toji filled every part of your hole. He moans into your ear, tongue lapping at your lobe. “M’gonna fill you up princess.” He groans. “Gonna give you all of this dick.”

“M..Myeah.” You groan into his chest. “cumming-“ you felt him hit your sweet spot. Your cunt tightening around him. “Shit..” He filled you with his seed. His grip on your hips tightened, the way he pushed you down further to make sure you took all of it..

“Happy birthday..” you slur, your eyes fluttering shut. He kisses your forehead chuckling softly.

[somethingsteff]

WIP Wednesday

Here's a fic that I tossed around with @grapenehifics, @underacalicosky, and @palfriendpatine66.

I'm tentatively calling this one Be My (Volunteer) Partner? but if anyone has other ideas I'm down to hear them! I also just wrote this in the last 20 minutes, so it's hot off the press!

Obi-Wan accidentally calls Anakin when he meant to call a potential volunteer for the Coruscant Fire Department, but instead of hanging up Anakin decides to go ahead and start volunteering. Afterall, his term is really light and he should really give back to his community, right? And if he just so happens to be working with Obi-Wan then that's just a bonus.

Anakin had a brief second of panic before he jerkily pulled the phone to his ear. He was idly scrolling through his phone between classes when he gotten an incoming call from an unknown number and accidentally answered rather than hit ignore.

“Uh, hello?”

“Hi, this is Ben with the Coruscant County Fire Department. How are you doing today?” The richest, smoothest voice Anakin had probably ever heard came through the little speaker.

“I-I'm good, how are you?”

“I'm doing well, thank you. I'm just giving you a call today because we have you listed as interested in becoming a volunteer firefighter, and I wanted to go over the next steps in the process. Is now a good time to speak?” Anakin felt the crease in his brow form. He'd never interacted with the fire department before, let alone sign up to volunteer with them.

“I'm sorry, I think you have the wrong number.” There was a brief pause and what sounded like some papers ruffling on the other line.

“Is this Ferris?”

“No, my name is Anakin.”

“Ah, my apologies, Anakin.” He really liked the way his name sounded on Ben's mouth. He couldn't quite tell because of the call quality and the bustle of other students walking past his spot in the campus quad, but he thought he detected an accent. “Unfortunately we've had difficulties reading this person's handwriting. Their fours and nines are nearly impossible to distinguish.” Ben chuckled softly, almost self-depreciating, as if it was his fault this Ferris person was so bad at writing his own phone number. “I'll go ahead and let you get back to what you were doing, then. Have a won-”

“Wait!” Anakin sat up from his relaxed position in the grass. “I mean. Wait. Uh, I may not be who you tried to call, but I've been thinking about volunteering with the fire department for a while now.” He had not. “Can you still talk to me about it?”

“Of course!” Ben's voice immediately perked up as he began describing the different ways people could volunteer.

“And finally, there's our Outreach Volunteer Partner position. The Outreach Partner is the volunteer partner to our Community Outreach Coordinator. Well,” Ben drew out the word. “I should say the Outreach Partner would be my volunteer partner. I'm the Community Outreach Coordinator.”

[autisticlenaluthor]

Music

'When all you wanted was to be wanted, wish you could go back and tell yourself what you know now'

-

Kara arrives fifteen minutes early. 

She gets dropped off in front of the school by Eliza, and promises her she’ll be okay on her own. Once she’s alone, she crosses the quad by herself.

Earbud strings dangle across Kara’s body as she walks, head down, focused on the leaves and how they crunch beneath her boots. Taylor Swift’s Fearless echos through the tiny speakers and Kara can’t help but drum her fingers against her thigh to the beat.

The air is salty and damp with the smell of fallen leaves. It feels almost like she’s stepped into a painting, with the castle-like brick building in the foreground. It’s surrounded by trimmed hedges and trees with orange branches. Alex has always said private school kids are a different breed. But god, is their world fascinating. 

She finds the meeting spot with relative ease. It’s a round concrete picnic table just off the main path, near the massive lion statue Lena described in her email. Kara sits and plops her backpack beside her, quieting the music on her iPod so she can focus as she takes out her pens and spiral notebook. 

It’s supposed to be a simple project.

Sophomores from Metropolis Tech work with sophomores from the all-girls private school, Spence to clean up parks in the city. The whole thing is worth five extra credit points on her Earth Science final. Five extra credit points Kara desperately needs- because what kind of cruel joke is it to put an alien in Earth Science when they’ve only been on the planet for a year? 

She gets her stuff organized and looks up, freezing when she sees the girl she’s been paired up with standing across the table. For someone with super hearing– spatial awareness does not seem to be a skill Kara possesses. 

“You’re– are you Lena?” She stammers. 

The girl nods. She has raven hair and pale skin like the vampires in the movies Alex forces her to watch. For a second, Kara selfishly wonders if she might be an alien too. She just looks so unlike the other people Kara knows. But Eliza says it’s rude to make assumptions, so Kara quickly tries to suppress those thoughts. Lena would likely perceive being asked about her home planet as a targeted insult. 

“I’m Kara, it’s nice to meet you,” Kara says after a moment. “I like your outfit– you look so professional!”

Lenas brow furrows as she looks down at herself. She’s wearing a grey sweater vest with a blue crest over a white button-down and blue plaid skirt. 

“It’s a uniform,” she says. “We all wear this.” 

“Oh.” 

Kara scans the campus- for the first time noticing all the girls in identical get-ups, all paired with knee-socks and Mary Jane shoes. A few of them wear dresses instead of skirts, one or two with school-branded sweatpants beneath them. Where had they all been five minutes ago, before she’d made a complete fool of herself? 

“So… I was thinking we could go to Glacier Park,” Lena says, breaking the silence. “Most girls go to Central because it’s bigger. But Central is a tourist trap– Glacier Park hardly gets the same environmental attention.” 

She’s quiet, keeping her eyes fixated on her hands as she speaks. But even so, she seems so sure of herself. 

Maybe it’s a private school thing, Kara thinks. The students here are so smart, they don’t need to follow the social rules everyone else seems to abide by. 

“Unless you were thinking something different?” 

“Uh… I guess I hadn’t really thought about it,” Kara admits with a nervous laugh. “My classes and everything have been kinda crazy.” 

Lena nods but doesn’t respond. Kara can’t tell if she’s judging her or if she just doesn’t have anything to say. 

“You know… midterms week. Can you believe they do this every year?” 

She isn’t sure why she keeps talking. In the emails they’ve sent, Lena only ever mentions the project. She doesn’t seem to be the chatty type– the type to care that Kara’s had four exams this week alone and that that’s why she can’t bring herself to be as invested in this whole thing as she should be.

It’s just that Lena is right there and maybe the reason she reminds Kara of aliens is that she may just be the prettiest girl she’s ever met– on Krypton or on Earth. And sure she isn’t talkative but that doesn’t mean Kara can help it either. 

“Yeah,” Lena says, expression blank. 

For a second, Kara freezes. She isn’t sure what she’s supposed to do with that. 

“We um, we should start on the report too,” Lena restarts, as if nothing happened at all. “I brought some articles on pollution levels in the city. I thought it might be easier to get the reading portion out of the way today, so we can focus on the actual cleanup later.”  

“Oh… okay, yeah, that sounds good.” 

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They go with Lena’s suggestion and meet at the entrance of Glacier Park.  

Kara gives it her best attempt to look nice for her. Alex says it’s silly– they’re going to be cleaning up garbage all day, so why does she need to look good? But Kara can’t help it.

Lena is clean and elegant and weirdly perfect. And for whatever reason, she seems to know so much more than Kara does. There’s a gap between them and even though they’re strangers, even though they don’t have to be friends (Kara isn’t even sure if she wants to be friends) Kara hates it. She hates how isolating it feels. 

So she does her hair in two braids, and puts on her favorite jeans with the black long-sleeved v-neck that reminds her of Rory Gilmore. It isn’t much but it feels good– feels like she’ll surpass whatever expectation Lena has of her. 

When Kara finds the entrance, Lena is already there waiting for her. She’s standing under the big iron archway, carrying her backpack and the trash grabbers she’s borrowed from the school. 

Kara smiles and waves over at her. 

“Hey!” 

Lena gives a slight smile in return and nods in acknowledgment. 

“You look nice,” she says. She hands a trash pick to Kara who mentally pumps her fist and kicks a leg with excitement. 

“Thank you.” Kara smiles. “So do you.” 

Everything after that feels easy.

They pick up trash in relative silence. Lena stays in the grassy section while Kara cleans the pathway. It’s quiet and simple until it isn’t. 

“Lena Luthor?”

Lena lifts her head and Kara drops the trash bag she’s been holding. Standing a few feet away are two girls around their age. One wears a Spence School Phys ED t-shirt. Lena must know them, Kara figures. 

“How nice of you to help your brother with his community service,” says the one not wearing the Spence shirt. She has a high ponytail and blue Converse sneakers. She reminds Kara of the girls in Bring it On.

“But I don’t think it’s gonna make a real difference, didn’t he get like… what, twenty-five years?” she adds. Her friend– Spence shirt, laughs. 

A crinkle forms between Kara’s eyes and she waits for Lena to react. She’s seen fights like this go down at her own school– groups of bullies ganging up on lower-classmen in the girl’s bathroom or staircase. They always seem to have the upper hand until they push too far. 

But Lena doesn’t do anything. Her face doesn’t change. She just looks straight past them, the same way she does when she speaks to Kara, and says nothing. 

“Hey, be careful with her,” Spence shirt jokes. “She might snap like he did.”

Lena looks down. Her face is red. She grips her trash pick so tight her palms grow sweaty and knuckles turn white, but still, she’s silent. 

So Kara says something. 

She can’t help it– she knows she shouldn’t. But the words slip out, and before she knows it, she’s asking-

“What are you talking about?”

Converse sneakers looks at her like she’s crazy. 

“Lex Luthor,” she says, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Ya know– that psycho who’s obsessed with Superman and killed all those people?” 

Kara nods.

“That’s her brother.” 

Kara swallows. 

It feels like being punched in the gut– knocks the wind right out of her. 

And suddenly, she’s back in the living room, watching the TV with the volume off at three in the morning because she couldn’t miss the live reports on her cousin’s condition. Because she needed to know if he was dead or alive. Because she couldn’t cope with losing one more person, and if he died, that meant she had to go to. 

She’s in her closet the night after the attack after hearing a crash in the backyard. It’s raining out. Pouring, thunderous flurries. Eliza said the noise was just branches hitting the window in the storm. But Kara couldn’t believe her. She couldn’t get his face out of her head, trailing the worry that now, he was after her too. 

By the time she finds herself back in reality, the girls are gone and Lena is still looking at her shoes. 

“You can go home,” she says through a forced, wavering smile. “I’ll finish cleaning and write the report. You’ll still get the extra credit.”

This time, it’s Kara’s turn to go quiet. 

This stranger, this girl who she found so pretty and alluring, who she dressed up for, who she emailed with for weeks, is the sister of the very person who wants all of her kind dead. Maybe they don’t have a friendship, but to be acquaintances is still too much. To know her at all is to feel every ounce of hurt and damage her family has inflicted. 

Kara isn’t aware of how tight her jaw has been clenched until she starts to taste blood spouting from the sides of her cheeks. 

She isn't going to put up with this. She isn't going to be around her.

So she does as Lena says-- drops her trash bag, and walks away.

[kurtvrich]

Tumblr Super Hunk…

Handsome and personable, congenital Brasilian quad TL impresses everyone as a motivational speaker. Part III

[neverthoughtofit]

It's Always The Little Things |3|

|Pairings|: Wednesday Addams x Fem!reader

|Warnings|: None really

|Note|: I'm not a native English speaker, so it would be great if you would tell me where I went wrong AND sorry the previous parts were short cuz I didn't have time, but I'll try to make it more longer from now on. Thanks for reading :)

|Tags|: @nottheoneforlove

Previous part

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You stood outside Nevermore Academy, your heart still racing from the events that had transpired. Bloodstained your clothes, a visible reminder of the shadowers still out there to haunt you again. As you both returned to Nevermore the night began to cast its eerie glow upon the ancient walls. Exhaustion clung to you as you led Wednesday to the infirmary. Her friends were there too, you know them as they came to Weathervane for coffee.

They helped you take Wednesday to the infirmary. Bianca hugged you as soon as you came out of the room. You wrapped your arms around her softly and smiled. She released herself and appreciated you “You know you’re quite strong for a normie,” she said you smiled sheepishly.

As you all waited in the quad for the doctor to finish patching up Wednesday, they all asked you about what happened in the woods. They know till the battle that happened at Jericho. Normies had run away. Shadowers did heavy damage to outcasts. You tell them about what happened when you ran into the woods. Wednesday got a hold of one of the ghostly shadower. But he stabbed her before she could do anything. When you ran to save her, the shadower kicked you and you went flying to the nearby tree. When you regained consciousness, you went to help Wednesday.

They all talk about their plans on defeating them. They all thought of leaving nevermore as soon as possible before it gets too late. Principal Weems was also there. Listening to all of them from afar. She went back to check up on Wednesday. You followed her as you saw her leaving the hallway. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t able to help Wednesday.” You said looking down when you were finally by the side of her. She stopped in her way and looked at you “You overthink too much, L/N, I saw Wednesday had a poultice on her abdomen. You’re quite a doctor” Pause, you spoke looking scared “What if they come back? What if we’re not able to defeat them?” Your voice was soft from the dark dangers the future is going to come with. “You should just focus on making her a cold brew for now” She smiled in her own beauty and patted you on your shoulder. You nodded and went to the cafeteria.

Four espresso shots. Her favorite. Her usual. You remembered every step, every flavor she likes. It's nothing special, you’re a barista, and you can remember anyone’s order. Nothing special…

When you went to the infirmary, a cold surprise was in your hand. Wednesday was already conscious. You gave her the coffee and gave her an upside-down smile. “How are you now?” you said softly. “Better, but I quite miss the pain” She gave you a smirk. You just smiled anxiously. After a long awkward pause. There was no one in the room but the nurse sitting adjacent to both of you. “Uhm…I should go back to my dorm” you said turning over to leave but a cold hand held yours. Your face went black with nothing on it but utter shock. Eyes shot up like you have seen something majestic. Wednesday could pay a buck and be sure that she had heard your heartbeat speed up. “It's not safe, you should stay here,” She said softly, never heard that tone ever from her.

Your mind was blank. No thoughts except her hand holding your wrist. You were frozen there. However, Wednesday was waiting for an answer. She let go of your wrist when there wasn’t even a breath. “o-okay” your voice cracked but before you could get more embarrassed, you ran out of the room.

Weems had advised you to sleep at Wednesday’s dorm and Enid would sleepover at Yoko’s. You agreed and went to her dorm. Enid had given you permission to sleep in her bed. While the doctors were dispatching Wednesday, you were exploring her dorm. How different it was from Enid’s. How mundane was her side and Enid’s was too bright. You stood between the both. They were both beautiful in their own way. But what caught your eye was Wednesday’s knife collection.

You touched one of the ancient scalpels on the table. “I didn’t know you too liked knives,” She said entering the room. “Well, I not just like them, I am obsessed.” You took the weathered-looking knife and turned to look at her. “Careful with that it’s a-” she was cut off by you.

“Roman scallpellus, I know” You smiled widely at her, it has been a while since that smile, but Wednesday was glad she could see your stupid smile again. You ran your soft finger to feel the rough texture. “I always wished to have one of these in my knife collection. But, my half of the wardrobe was already filled with scalpels and my dad was fed up with it. But now he is gone, who can stop me now?” you spoke too fast. Probably because of excitement. You’re being like Enid now, but Enid in her way.

It was a great time, for you and Wednesday. Did a lot today. Finally made it to Nevermore. She’s finally okay now. And bonding over knives. You went to sleep as the night was at its darkest.

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The sun made its way to the dorm as the middle of the room was lit by the burning sunlight. You rub your eyes as you get up from bed. Wednesday is already awake. You see her typing on her typewriter. The clacking sound might be the one to break your dream. “Good morning” You yawned “Morning yes, good never,” she said sipping a little bit of her coffee beside the typewriter.

“Did you sleep well?” she asked, her voice barely above her usual dark tone. “Uh yeah, Enid really has some comfy pillows.” You yawned again. “I’ve put some clothes for you in the bathroom, you can wear whichever you like,” she said still focused on her writing. “Th-thanks”

Wearing someone else’s clothes was never a thought you had. But it was alright. You just hoped it fit you.

You tried a shirt.

Nope too short

You tried a checks sweater

Nope too tight

You tried an oversized hoodie

Finally

It was not oversized to you. But alright. You glanced at yourself in the mirror.

Hmm

You grabbed the front shoulder of the hoodie and awkwardly smelled it. Vanilla.

You quickly put on a baggy jeans knowing the rest won’t fit you well. You came out and said “So…how do I look?” you pursed your lips and waited.

She kept sitting and turned her chair to look at you. Her eyes glanced up and down, was she checking you out? “Well, not gonna lie, after suffering through your whole closet, may I say…” you lip smacked

“What?” she asked.

“Respectfully…” your hand made frantic movements.

“What is it?”

“Don’t hate me for this…”

“Speak.”

“You’re short” You pursed your lips again. She was silent. Just giving you a death stare. But what really started creeping you out was that she got up, started walking towards her knife collection, and grabbed her favorite one. “Shit,” you said and started running out of the dorm. You could swear she was behaving like Michael Myers, but just remove a chunk of height from him and there you go, you just produced Wednesday.

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[melodiousmonsters]

heyhey !! love your stuff !! i was just wondering if you have any info on the non-fire natural quads ?! (like entbrat, deedge, riff, shellbeat and quarrister) i'd really like to hear what they are like in your au............

Yeah uh sorry about kinda lying about answering my asks um I got bit by the programing bug but for games this time, but yeah. I only have drawings of some of them because lazy.

I'll be talking about all of them though, and a bit about monster maturing. The natural quads are only found in their elemental lands/islands as the elemental energies in those areas allow for eggs of their species to be formed in the first place. They can only have an elemental dominance of their respective element due to their connection with it.

Entbrats like woods, which plant island has an abundance of, and the woods they grow up in is the one they stay in whenever they have the choice of where to go, making it so the castle of plant island doesn't actually have a room for a boss monster due to how unlikely it is for the current boss entbrat to live in the woods near the castle. The castle of course was originally built to have a room for the quad, but it's been converted into another storage room. Castles serve mainly as storehouses in this universe.

Deedges are very strong and protective monsters. Their semi-serrated tusks and extra wide-opening jaws are perfect for defensive offense against the predatory critters of the cold lands/cold island. They are surprisingly mobile for not having any legs, their strong arms allow them to move, often they will fully support their body with them being the only things touching the ground allowing them to run as fast as most other monsters and also fling themselves to jump. They can get around well.

You may notice the extra speaker on the deedge skull in the drawing I made. Older monsters commonly develop enhanced versions of their younger form's body parts, making it so unlike humans, monsters actually get better at surviving the older they get. To a point of course, about a month before they die they start physically degrading similar to earthly creatures as they age.

Riffs like most air land dwelling flighted monsters are scavengers that soar the lands looking for anything edible. They are just a bit more so scavengers than most, they can eat anything primarily organic, like dead wood, limestone, etc. It's weird. Of course they prefer the more palatable normal food stuff, but if they needed to they could eat most of a house. As for ockulo trees, the small short lived ones grow from large piles of riff feathers left around during molting season. The larger longer lived ones come from dead riffs. When a riff is about to die it has a natural instinct to fly over to this one location in the air lands and bury themselves, the extra nutrients form the body allow for the tree to grow stronger. The place is simply called The Ockulo Grove and it's usually avoided due to how morbid it is.

Shellbeats are the most elementally in-tune of the quads and have very small amounts of control over their element. They can shift water around to move things, usually their drum sets. Speaking of their drum sets, they are primarily made of the shells of shellfish they eat. Water monsters love their shellfish, standard fish are for the cold monsters. Also they have the ability to spit "ink". People like to say it's just ink, but similarly to a lama's or alpaca's spit, it's much worse than it sounds. As babies they need the defense, so to make the ink as repulsive as possible it's mixed with half digested food from their second stomach and then spit out at a very high velocity at whatever is offending them. they can also just spit the ink by itself, shellbeat ink is commonly used for writing.

Quarristers hatch with all those heads, I know it ruins the unity concept the monster has but the quads are very rare monsters in this universe so like eight of them existing at once in the modern era is impossible. Each head has it's own consciousness and identity, but it's common for at least adult quarristers to all go by the same name. The heads can pop off and become their own organism whenever they please, and occasionally they do. But most often they realize that they need the other heads and come back after a bit.

Nowadays the previous quad trains up a younger one to fill their role after they retire, but in the early days of the modern monster world the natural island's societies were a mess with very little order. Monsters that aren't like three feet tall have a natural instinct to listen to anyone taller then them. This makes it so larger monsters often get unintentionally pushed up the social ladder as the one guy everyone goes to for advice. These so called boss monsters are often the quads as they are some of the largest standard monsters. After a while they generally learn to fill their roll, monsters naturally never have the urge, let alone the skills to lead.

[nothingbettertodotoday]

Xavier Thorpe x reader (y/n)

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4

Word count: 1744 Warnings; underage drinking, drugs, smoking Author notes: once again thank you for all the love on part 1&2, both have just passed 200 notes<3 i wrote part 3 at 2am last night so sorry for any mistakes! drop me a message for any ideas! Summary: You are a poltergeist with the powers of invisibility (cloaking), levitation and pyrotechnics. You build a close friendship and spend the evening in his dorm to avoid the rain. The morning after you attend classes.

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The conservatory was warm and humid, not unusual. Miss Thornhill had the largest collection of deadly plants that you could find in the state, even if the plants were deadly it always smelt fresh, the air made it feel so easy to breathe. 

You headed towards your regular seat, next to Divina, however you noticed it was occupied by the one and only Bianca. You paused for a second, trying to figure out why your regular partner hadn’t saved you the seat, you then remembered what Xavier had told you just the night before. They had broken up. No wonder she had moved seats. Your eyes scanned the class, looking for an empty chair, the full class meant unfortunately there was just one spot left, at the very back of the class, next to Xavier. You dropped your bag down and pulled a seat up next to Xavier, you tried to ignore his smirk as you got out your uncompleted homework, you glanced at Xavier’s worksheet sitting next to you and started copying down a few answers. Xavier caught wind of what you were doing and pushed the pages over to you. You looked up at him, eyes meeting for just a split second, it was enough to send heat to your cheeks, the colour must be obvious to Xavier who was still looking at you.

The class was fairly simple, especially sitting next to one of the smartest students, Xavier didn’t show it often but his competitive nature made it easy for him to excel in his studies. You were dissecting a plant together, discussing the events of the night before, until you noticed a pair of shady blue eyes were piercing into you, Bianca. She scoffed and quickly looked away from the two of you.

Miss Thornhill ended the class, you started to gather your belongings, stuffing your books and pencil case into your bag. Xavier piped up “So a few of us are having a bit of a get together this evening, Bianca is going to be there, I was just wondering, do you want to tag along?”.

“Wow, Thorpe, is that how you ask me on a date? Even after spending the night with a girl?” you winked and started to walk out the class. 

Xavier rushed towards the door, struggling to keep up with you. You had a free period so headed to the quad, Xavier followed you out.

“Come on y/n, it would be great to have you there, it’ll be a laugh” Xavier pleaded. 

“What's it going to take to stop you nagging?” You sat on the edge of the fountain and looked up at Xavier, he smiled down at you.

“You coming with me tonight,” he replied.

“Fine, what time?”

“I’ll meet you outside your dorm at 8pm”, Xavier said, “Anyway you're making me late for class, see you tonight, wear something cute.” Xavier half shouted as he jogged away to his class.

The day went by quickly, your free period was followed by lunch, Latin (a few smirks from Ajax were definitely noted) and then an hour of fencing, before you knew it you were back in your dorm getting ready for the party. You turned your speakers up as loud as they would go as you sat on the floor in front of your mirror getting your makeup ready, you used much more makeup than you usually would, darkening your eyes, adding black eyeliner across your lids, and a slight shimmer to highlight. You chose to wear a pair of black ripped skinny jeans with a low cut strappy top, they perfectly matched your platform boots. You filled up an empty bottle with vodka to take to the party with you, it was nearing 8pm so you decided to head out.

Xavier was already there as you reached your meeting point, he had a few layers on, his iconic grey coat, a hoodie and a shirt paired with some jeans, you had to admit he looked very handsome. “You look amazing” Xavier greeted you with.

“Not too shabby yourself Thorpe.” you responded. 

Xavier draped his arm over your shoulder, just like the night before, as he directed you to the location of the party. Your surroundings were familiar, but rather than heading to any of the dorms like you expected you were walking across the quad, towards the Edgar Allan Poe Statue, you looked up at Xavier confused.

“Right, I probably should explain, there's this secret club, called the Nightshades, it's kind of a legacies only thing but I did some digging and you should be one of us”

“One of us, what do you mean?” you laughed at the idea.

“Well your mother was a part of the group, i'll show you later. Just take the pledge with us and you're in.”.

“God, Xav, sounds like you're making me join a cult.”, you laughed it off, but was secretly excited to see what was next. 

Xavier snapped his fingers twice outside the statue, and suddenly a doorway opened up. You thought it looked familiar, it did. You recognised the room behind from Xaviers drawing, a spiral staircase leading down to a library, the only difference that tonight the library was filled with students drinking and partying, the lights were low, but not dark enough you couldn't see, you glanced around at all the familiar faces there, Ajax, Kent, Bianca, Divina, Yoko and Rowan, as well as a few other students you had just occasionally seen around. Xaviers arm had dropped from your shoulders but now was sitting on your lower back, he guided you into the party. 

Yoko was the first to greet you both, handing over a drink to each of you, you took a sip and almost spat it back out, you could easily guess Yoko had gone a little crazy on the spirit. Yoko grabbed your hand and pulled you away, you looked back at Xavier as he was greeted by Ajax. You had a few friends like Ajax and Divina who you saw in classes, but this was really out of your comfort zone. 

Yoko took you over to a table of shots, where she, yourself and Divina had a few each, they both started to playfully interrogate you about Xavier, asking why you were suddenly sitting together, why did he bring you, and any other question about the non-existent relationship. 

You studied your peers at the party, deciding who to approach next, your eyes unknowingly searched for Xavier but you couldn't seem to find him, you settled on Ajax and Kent in the corner, they were both sitting on beanbags, clouds of smoke surrounding them. 

“y/n!” Ajax cheered as you approached, his eyes were glossy and speech slurred, Gorgon's had a stereotype of being stoners and Ajax was the living embodiment of that. You flopped onto the bean bag with them, taking a drag from the cigarette Ajax had offered you.

“Have either of you seen Xav?” you asked,

“Looking for lover boy are we?” Ajax said, sending himself and Kent into a fit of laughter, you pushed Ajax who fell off the beanbag, creating more laughs from yourself and Kent. 

You looked around again checking for Xavier, you found it weird he insisted you come to this party and was suddenly nowhere to be found, your eyes fell to the stairs where you had entered, you finally clocked Xavier, with Bianca. They were both smiling at each other.

“Let's play some games!” Yoko shouted and slurred, the group gathered into a circle, someone had suggested spin the bottle, as much as you protested you were forced down by the girls next to you, Yoko on one side and Divina on the other.

The bottle had already spun 4 times before it was your turn, at this point almost everyone had kissed, Yoko and Bianca, Bianca and Ajax, Rowan and Xavier, Kent and Yoko, the only odd ones left were you and Divina. It was your turn, you spun the bottle, you had already had too many drinks to even focus on who you wanted, you were just mesmerised by the bottle spinning. The crown erupted in cheers, it had landed on Divina, you turned to face each other both giggling, Divina put both her hands on your cheeks and pulled you in, you shared what you could only imagine was a very passionate kiss, and broke apart laughing. Divina and a few others went on for a few turns while you made yourself another drink, you didn't even know what you were mixing but it tasted delicious. 

Xavier snuck up behind you, grabbing your waist, you almost screamed and spilt some of your drink. “Come outside with me for a minute” Xavier whispered in your ear, he grabbed your hand and pulled you up the stairs, you were out on the quad and even with the amount you had drank you felt absolutely freezing as you stepped out. 

Xavier instantly noticed you pull your arms in closer, trying to keep your body warm, he took off his hoodie and put it over your shoulders, the smell instantly brought you back to the night before, reminding you of Xaviers warm, soft, bedsheets. 

“What are we doing out here Xavi”, you mumbled, “I was having fun” you dragged out your sentence. 

“I just needed to do something before I have one too many drinks and forget to”, Xavier cupped your cheek, the warmth from his hand made you want to melt into him, his other hand grabbed your waist and pulled you closer. Butterflies. Your stomach felt like a whole swarm had been released, Xavier used his hand to gently make you face him, he bent down and matched his lips to yours. Tingles passed through your whole body, you slowly started to levitate matching Xaviers height, both of his hands now sat on your waist pulling you closer. Xaviers tongue brushed against your lower lip, you opened your mouth slightly to allow him access, you moaned slightly, which made Xavier pull back. You lowered yourself to the ground and looked back up at him, he went in for another kiss but this time you gently bit his bottom lip, Xavier released a moan that was unexpected. 

“I needed our first kiss to be on our terms, not because of some stupid game,” Xavier whispered in your ear, “come on, lets get back inside before anyone notices.”.