#They say diamonds are a girl's best friend but “they” are actually wrong

[recursiverabbit]

Man I forgot I had tumblr but anyway, it's late and my veins are fueled with sugar and I'm just gonna... drop this here and pretend I'll actually clean and color this one day :')

[ccsainzleclerc5516]

Girls Night Out

Pairing: Lando Norris x reader

Warnings: smut!!!

For the past three years, your weekends have mostly been spent following your fiance's races all over the world, and on his free weekends, you usually rest in front of the TV cuddled up to each other enjoying every moment of his free time you get to spend together.

But this Saturday night was yours and it meant only one thing - girls night out. Your best friend was celebrating her birthday, so you decided to go out to dinner and a few drinks with a close circle of friends. Girls only.

And you were really excited about that. It's not that you didn't like spending time with Lando, quite the opposite actually, lately you haven't really been interested in anything other than being in his arms, but every now and then a little change comes in handy.

As for tonight's outfit, since you just got your period, you opted for black wide-leg suit pants and a black corset top that accentuated and hugged your breasts beautifully. You looked hot, not in a vulgar way, but you were going to turn heads for sure.

"Lan, I'm about to head out" You said fixing your hair and entering the living room where your fiance was lying on the couch in front of the TV.

His gaze moved from the screen to you measuring you from head to toe with raised eyebrows.

"What?" You asked.

"That's a nice neckline you got there" He commented clearly displeased with your choice of outfit for a night out where he wouldn't be there.

"Thank you" You smiled rolling your eyes at him. "I like it too"

"You couldn't choose something else to wear? Like a turtleneck or something?" He asked making you laugh.

"And what's wrong with this? Please, do tell me"

"That cleavage of yours is begging for attention, that's what's wrong with it" He says, his expression serious and his eyes stuck on yours.

"Oh wow. I don't know what you would do if tonight I wore a dress like the one I wore for your birthday dinner" You said remembering the short cherry red dress that Lando tore off of you the second you got home from his birthday dinner celebration.

"You most certainly wouldn't leave the house wearing something like that without me let me tell you that" He says confidently making you roll your eyes at his comment once again although you secretly kinda liked that he was ever so jealous. You liked playing with his head a little from time to time.

"Where is your ring?" He asks about the big oval diamond ring he knelt before you with, even though he knows damn well you never take it off your finger.

"On my finger, of course, every day for a year now, where else would it be?"

"Let me see" You sigh moving closer to stand in front of him and hold your left hand out in front of him. He takes the opportunity to pull you by the hand and make you fall on top of him making you squeal as your chest hit his.

"Lando! Are you crazy?"

"I think you know answer to that question" He smirks grabbing your cheek and pressing his lips against yours.

"Yeah, I think I do. You're gonna ruin my makeup" You whine trying to pull away, but he ignores you pulling you in for another more heated kiss forcing his tongue inside your mouth.

"Lando.." You warn him trying to break the kiss. "Are you nervous that I'm going out without you?"

"No, I just don't want others to look at what's mine. Fuck, I don't want them even thinking about looking"

"Well, like you just said, I'm yours and yours only and you've known that for a long time now" You say pressing assuring kiss to his lips.

"Well.." His hand escapes between your thighs gently squeezing one of them. "Maybe I do need a little bit of reminding" His mouth find your neck leaving a trail of wet kisses all over it.

"Even if I wanted to, we can't, because I got my period this morning."

"I know you did. But you could use your pretty little mouth. That would convince me pretty well." His thumb traces over your bottom lip tugging it down.

"Lando..I have to leave soon"

"Baby, you can't leave me like this." He whines determined to get what he wants and you knew you wouldn't leave the house until he got it. "Touch it.. I got so hard just by looking at you." He takes your hand into his placing it over the tent in his pants. "I need you to take care of it" He whispers making you shiver and rub your palm against him.

"You better be quick" You say quietly before you drop off the couch onto the floor between his legs.

"Oh trust me, it'll take seconds" He sighs removing his pants along with his boxers and tossing them to the side. Leaning down he gives you a brief kiss before leaning back against the couch with his hands holding your cheeks.

You start by leaving sloppy slow kisses around his erected length holding your hands on his thighs. Your tongue runs lightly over his balls making him moan in response. You cup them in your hand gently massaging them while your tongue follows the line of the vein on his cock.

"Baby, put it in your mouth, please"

"Impatient, aren't we?" You tease wrapping your hand around him giving him a few strokes up and down. Your thumb crosses over his red swollen tip before attaching your lips to it and sucking on it.

He hisses at the sensation collecting your hair into a ponytail and tilts his head to the side to get a better look at you.

"Fuck baby, yes, yes, just like that -ahh" Praising you, you moan around him sending vibrations through his rock hard cock.

"You don't know what I would do to you right now if you weren't on your period"

"What, baby? Tell me." You ask taking your mouth off him and stroking him in your hand spreading the precum all over his tip.

"I'd fuck you until you begged me to stop" He moans and you squeeze your thighs together trying to get any kind of friction to reduce the ache between your legs.

"You're doing it so good. Sucking me off so good, fuck" You pick up the pace of bobbing your head up and down his cock opening your eyes for a second to look at his chest heavily rising and falling, his head thrown back and lips parted.

You loved the sight of him in front of you - he was so helpless, completely at your mercy, the sounds that he was making, moans of your name escaping from his lips were enough for you to know that he was fully under your control.

You loved the way his hand rested on the back of your head guiding it, pushing his cock deeper into your mouth.

"You love choking on me don't you? Yeah you do. Fuck I love watching the bulge in your throat when I fuck it." His hips bucked up as he started thrusting himself deep until his tip hit the back of your throat making you gag around him and reflexively pull back, teary-eyed, gasping for air.

"You're okay, baby, you're okay c'mon, take it" Gently caressing your cheek he tapped his tip against your lips before forcing himself back into your mouth. You continued working him up and down taking all of him in while your hand found his balls again making him a weak mess of a man.

"Fuck, baby I'm close." You felt him starting to tense under your touch as his hand replaced the work of your mouth. He took his cock in one hand and with the other he took your chin between his fingers.

"You gonna cum in my mouth, love?"

"Ahh, yes, fuck. You gonna swallow it?"

"Mhm, all of it" You nodded innocently sending him over the edge, his loud groaning broke through the room, the rhythm of his hand slowed down putting his cock back into your mouth as he reached his climax spilling his cum into your mouth.

He stayed like that in semi lying position trying to regain his strength back. You wiped your mouth with your fingers before he pulled you to him into a hug leaving a long kiss on your temple.

"Convinced?"

"I'd say so"

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Want To Be Happy For You, But Can’t » Bucky Barnes/ Winter Soldier

Pairings: Avenger/Best Friend!Bucky Barnes x Best Friend!Female Reader

Summary: You tell Bucky you’re engaged and he wants to be happy for you, but he can’t cause you’re engaged to a man who’s not him and little do you know that Bucky is in love with you.

Warnings: mix of Fluff and Angst, language, crying, kissing, best friends to lovers, pet names

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators. I found it on Pinterest.

“He proposed!” You squealed, showing Natasha and Wanda your engagement ring.

They gasped and admired the beauty of the diamond ring on your ring finger. A smile grew on your face as they complimented you and the ring.

“What’re you girls talking about?” Bucky asks, taking his jacket off as he walks in the lounge room.

“He proposed!” You tell Bucky, showing him your engagement ring.

Bucky felt his heart drop. He put a fake smile on his face and tried to be happy for you.

“That’s nice. You’re a very lucky girl.” He lies through his teeth. “I have to go.” He says, walking out of the room.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. For as long as you’ve known Bucky, he’s always been there for you and happy for you, except for when you got a boyfriend and now engaged. You didn’t think much of it so you just shrugged it off.

Over the next couple of weeks, Bucky has been avoiding you and coming up with excuses. You aren’t sure if he’s actually busy with work or if he’s just coming up with lame excuses to not talk to you. Whatever it is, you’re going to find out.

“Hi Bucky!” You chirped as you walked in the conference room.

Bucky was sitting at the conference room table, filling out paperwork from a previous mission. He completely ignored you and didn’t even acknowledge you. You sat down next to him.

“Bucky?” He didn’t answer you. “Bucky?” He didn’t say anything. “Bucky?” You say once more, earning a response from him.

“What?!” Bucky snaps, making you flinch at his tone. “Can’t you see that I’m working?” He says.

“Yes, but I wanted to talk to you and make sure you’re ok.” You say.

“I’m fine. Just peachy.” He answers, going back to his work.

“Are you sure?” You asked. “It sounds like you have something on your mind.” You say.

Bucky sighs loudly and put the paperwork in the file and stood up, leaving the conference room without saying a word. You followed closely behind him. Bucky stopped and turned around causing you to bump into him.

“So you’re following me now?” He says.

“I just want to know what’s wrong with you.” You say.

Bucky grabbed your arm and pulled you into a supply closet, closing the door behind him.

“You wanna know what’s wrong with me? I’ll tell you what’s wrong with me.” He starts. “It’s all because of that stupid fucking ring on your finger.” He says.

“My engagement ring?” You asked, looking at it. “What’s wrong with it?” You asked.

“You see it as an engagement ring, but I see it as you signing your life away to someone who doesn’t even love you.” He says.

“How can you even say that?” You asked. “You’re supposed to be my best friend and be happy for me.” You say.

“I want to be happy for you, but I can’t.” He says.

“Why not?” You asked.

“I can’t be your best friend and be happy for you.” He says.

Tears filled your eyes. It felt like someone just ripped your heart out of your chest and crushed it with their bare hands when Bucky said that.

“You don’t mean that, Buck.” You say, your voice cracking.

“Yes I do.” He says.

“So what are you trying to say?” You asked. “Are you saying our friendship is over?” You asked, hoping that it doesn’t come to that.

“Yes.” He confirms.

You scoffed and tears began to flow down your cheeks. You opened the door without looking where you’re walking and accidentally bumped into Steve. You mumbled an apology, keeping your head down as you walked away. Steve watched you walk away before looking at Bucky.

“What’s wrong with Y/N?” Steve asks Bucky.

“I don’t know. Don’t ask me.” Bucky says, walking out of the supply closet.

Over the next few days, Bucky thought about the things he said to you. He didn’t mean to make you cry and he sure as hell didn’t want yours and his friendship to end. He was just pissed. He wishes that he can take back what he said, but he can’t. Besides Steve, you’re the only person he can trust and confide in.

To get his anger out, Bucky has been punching the punching bag with all of his strength. With one last hard punch, he sent the punching bag across the gym with sand leaking from it. Bucky stood there panting and ran his fingers through his hair. Little did he know that Steve was standing a few feet behind him.

“What did the punching bag ever do to you?” Steve asks, trying to lighten the mood.

Bucky rolled his eyes and walked past his best friend. Steve followed him and grabbed his arm to stop him in his tracks.

“Buck, talk to me. What’s wrong?” Steve asks with concern in his voice.

“Nothings wrong.” Bucky says, yanking his arm out of Steve’s hand.

“Bucky, you’re my best friend and I want to help you with whatever you got going on.” He says.

“You can’t help me with this. No one can.” He says.

“Just tell me.” He says.

Bucky sighs before saying anything.

“The reason why Y/N was upset the other day is because I can’t be happy with her engagement. She’s throwing her life away to someone who doesn’t even love her. He doesn’t know her like I do. She’s my best friend- was my best friend and I can’t be happy for her.” Bucky tells him.

“It seems to me that you’re in love with her.” Steve says.

“Yes I am and it’s killing me that I can’t tell her.” He says.

“Go tell her. I’m sure she’ll understand.” He says.

“She doesn’t want to talk to me.” He says.

“Just try.” Steve encourages his best friend and put a comforting hand on his shoulder. “I’m sure she’ll listen to you. She always listens to you.” He says.

Bucky gives him a small smile. He went to his bedroom to get cleaned up before seeing you.

Bucky stood outside of your apartment, taking a moment to himself before knocking on the door. His enhanced hearing picked up sniffles before you opened the door. He was met by you with tears streaming down your face and red and puffy eyes.

“What the hell do you want?” You asked, your voice hoarse from crying.

“I wanted to talk about our fight the other day.” Bucky says.

“You can clearly tell that I don’t want to talk. Bye.” You say, closing the door.

Bucky caught the door with his vibranium hand before it closed. He let himself inside and closed the door behind him.

“Doll, please.” He pleaded. “I’m trying to fix our friendship.” He says.

“Don’t call me that!” You shouted. “You don’t get to call me doll anymore. You’re the one who ended our friendship because you couldn’t be happy that I was engaged.” You say.

“Was?” He asks. “What do you mean was?” He asks.

“He uhh-” You took a deep breath before saying anything. “I came home upset the day we got into a fight and I kept talking about you. He got mad cause I kept talking about. He got jealous and ended things.” You explained. “He called off the engagement.” You tell him.

Bucky’s heart broke for you. He watched you break down in tears. Your legs gave out and he caught you before you fell. He picked you up bridal style and carried you to the living room. He sat down on the couch with you on his lap. He rubbed your back to soothe you.

“I’m sorry.” Bucky says after a few minutes.

“I’m sorry too.” You say, sniffling and looking up at him.

“You have nothing to apologize for. I do.” He states. “You just wanted me to be happy for you and I feel like I took that from you. I didn’t want our friendship to end. I was just pissed. I hate the thought of you marrying him and having his babies.” He explains. “I love you. I want to marry you and you to be the mother of my babies.” He confesses.

“What?” You asked, making sure you heard him right.

“I love you and I want you to have my babies.” He repeats. “That’s all I want.” He says.

You maneuvered yourself so you were straddling his lap. You looked deep in his beautiful blue eyes and caressed his stubbly cheeks. Bucky was caught by surprise when you kissed him. Not that he had a problem with it. Your lips moved in sync with his. There was so much passion in the kiss that it left you two breathless when you pulled away.

“I love you too and I want to have your babies.” You tell him softly.

Bucky smiles widely when he heard you say those words. He kissed you, but this time with more passion than the first one.

“Does this mean you’re my doll again?” He asks.

“If this is your way of asking me to be your girlfriend, then yes.” You answered.

The smile stayed on Bucky’s face. His hands cupped your cheeks and he pecked your lips softly a few times.

“You might want to take that ring off.” He says.

You giggled and took the ring off of your finger, tossing it onto the coffee table behind you.

“Finally, you’re all mine.” Bucky says, sighing happily.

“And you’re all mine.” You smile widely. “You better take me on lots of dates to make up for being mean the other day.” You say, followed by a small giggle.

“You already know I will, doll.” He says softly with a smile.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

[strniohoeee]

chris doesn't know how to confess his love to reader so he showers her with gifts and compliments , then nick gets him to finally confess

Adoration

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Chris is out of his mind in love with Y/N, but only knows how to shower her in gifts and compliment her. However Nick talks him into expressing his feelings….but will he?💌

Warnings⚠️: None this is so cute 🥹

Song for the imagine: Close Friends- Lil Baby and Gunna

We used to tell each other everything

I even went and bought her diamond rings, matching earrings

Chris and I had been best friends for a good 2 years now, and it was terrible how we could not be separated. I think Chris just brought so much comfort and warmth into my life that I couldn’t let him go.

It’s actually weird that he and I got close when it was Matt and I who originally became friends, and then I became friends with Nick and then Chris. There’s just something different about Chris.

Apart from us being best friends I was really starting to like Chris. I mean it was so bad that I was constantly watching ship edits of us and saving them on a spam account….yeah I know, down bad, and delusional. I couldn’t help myself.

I think when Chris and I first met we kind of had this flirty little crush on each other, but as we got older and became closer it stopped. I wondered if Chris actually did like me, or if I was going crazy.

Chris had this bad habit of buying everything for me, like his way of showing his love for me was buying everything and giving me compliments. If I said I liked a perfume the next day he’d have it for me, if I said red roses were beautiful he got me a whole bouquet.

It didn’t matter if I said I liked something within 24 hours it was in my hands. Chris had gone and bought me all these clothes from a brand I said I had liked. And when I did a try on haul for him he couldn’t stop complimenting me.

“That looks amazing”

“You look beautiful”

“That one fits perfectly”

And if he wasn’t giving me gifts, he was showering me with all types of compliments…CONSTANTLY

Nick had even sent us an edit to the group chat that said

“Let’s count the amount of times Chris compliments Y/N in one video”

It was their recent vlog, and boy did he say a lot

“Oh you smell good”

“I like your hair like that”

“When did you dye your hair black? I love it”

“I love your outfit, let’s give her a round of applause”

“Oh look at that makeup..mhmm look at those lashes that shits fireeee”

“Y/N look! This reminded me of you”

“I’m getting this for you, you’d look so cute with this on”

“Fuck these bitches uppppp, give us a model poses mhmmm”

“I love the red on you, makes your skin tone pop”

In one fucking video…..Jesus their fans are going to think we’re dating.

Chris was struggling on how to come to terms with liking Y/N. He was so in love with her that he had no idea what to do with himself, so he poured all that love into gift giving and compliments. Nick however was getting annoyed with his younger brother.

“If our fans are noticing your massive crush, and are making edits of you two, I think it’s time that you open your mouth, and tell her how you feel” Nick said to Chris

“What do you mean” Chris asked him

“CHRIS you’re out of your mind in love with Y/N….everybody can see this. She can see this!” Nick told him

“I guess I never really realized how in love I am with her”Chris said rubbing his eyes

“Yeah…you’re down bad. Best friends don’t just shower each other with all types of expensive gifts, and outrageous compliments” Nick said laughing

“I mean… I guess you’re not wrong. And what if she doesn’t feel the same” Chris asked Nick

“Chris I promise you the feelings are mutual. I could see it from a mile away. That girl is in love with you” Nick told his brother

“Yeah I hope so, especially after the purchase I just got” Chris said going into his top drawer and taking out a red box

“What is that” Nick asked

“Diamond encrusted 14k Gold hoop earrings” Chris said opening the box and showing Nick

“Aren’t those the ones she’s been wanting since forever??” Nick asked Chris while looking at the box

“They sure are. I’ve been saving all my money these past few months to get them for her” Chris said shutting the box

“How much were they?” Nick asked him

“$750” Chris said

“OH MY GOD! You really are in love” Nick said covering his mouth, and Chris nodded at this

I was up in the podcast room fixing the microphones and the checking the cameras since they had to film today, when I heard someone coming up the stairs

“Hey” someone said, and looked up to see Chris

“Heyyy” I said smiling at him

“Whatcha up to?” He asked

“I was checking the cameras and the microphones, but this microphone is not sounding too good, so don’t use it today” I told him pointing at the microphone behind me

“Got it, ummm could I talk to you” he asked

“We’re talking right now” I said laughing at him

“No I know, but umm about something important” he said laughing

“Yeah of course” I said nodding my head

“Listen I really like you, and I wasn’t sure how to go about it, so I just gave you gifts and complimented you. But what I should’ve been doing was talking to you, and telling you how madly in love I am with you” Chris said to me

“You know I kind of had a feeling you liked me. I mean after all the edits I’d watch I started to think hmmm maybe Chris does like ME back” I said looking at him

“Wait…YOU LIKE ME” he said with his smile growing

“Chris YES! How have you not seen it all along? I am head over heels in love with you” I told him

“Get over here” he said, and I walked over to him as he gave me the biggest hug

“I got something for you” Chris said as he pulled out a red box

“PROPOSING” I yelled out

“Ummm no, but maybe we can get that arranged” he said winking at me

“These are for you” he said and handed me the box

I opened the box and my jaw fell…..the earrings I’ve been wanting for months.

“Chris….you remembered?” I asked confused

“How could I forget? I saved up and searched everywhere for these” he said smiling at me

“These must’ve cost so much” I said shaking my head

“Doesn’t matter. I’d spend all my life savings on you” he said

“God I love you” I said pulling him in and kissing him

“I love you more” he said

Chris helped me put the earrings on, and he took a picture of me wearing them, and posted to his instagram story with the song Close Friends friends by Lil Baby, and wrote

“Like Lil Baby said….we started off as close friends”

And then he wrote “and I got her diamond earrings….next will be a matching ring”

This set all their fans off. I mean the love we were getting was absolutely insane.

The End

I hope you enjoyed this one, and for the person that requested this I hope you enjoyed it as well🫢🖤

-J💅🏽

A/N: idk anything else about myself😀

[afrowrites]

Falling for Logan

Wolverine x Black Reader!

Rated: Teen and up

Word Count: 1.3k words

Posted on Ao3 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/58719250

Description: You've been trying to get Logans attention for months and at the annual summer party that the professor throws he finally notices you.

Logan, the man, the myth, the pain in your ass. And no it’s not because you don’t like him, in fact you like him a whole lot, and it’s getting annoying. For example yesterday there you were making dinner for the team. You're one of the only ones who can actually cook so you and Remy decide to make a southern dinner. As you’re taking the cheese out the fridge you feel a warm breath on the back of your neck as an arm brushes against yours, strong and a bit furry.

“ ‘Scuse me.” he says nonchalantly. And that’s it, that’s all he has to say. I mean after making you feel warm and funny all over that’s it. You're almost furious with him until your cooking partner gets you out of your thoughts. 

“Ami, you gon throw dat cheese in tha pot.” he requested.

And then Last month, Logan and Scott were arguing. About what you can’t even remember, all you can remember is seeing his furrowed brow and his glistening arms as he points his finger in Scott's face. You can remember the twinge of jealousy when Jean puts her hands on his chest and tries her hardest to break up the fight. 

And it doesn’t go unnoticed by mostly everyone. I mean you aren’t good at hiding it. I mean your powers glow everytime you’re around him. You look like you’re dying and someone needs to save you.

“Knock, Knock.” A familiar and welcome voice calls you from outside the door.

“You can come in Ororo.” Your white haired best friend comes in with some snacks. You like days like this because you and her just talk about everything. Life, Love, Who’s hotter Iron Man or Capitan america. (She’s wrong cap is hotter).  

But it looks like she has something to ask you. You straighten up on your bed and hold a pillow on your chest as she gets comfortable on your bean bag.

“Y’know I’ve noticed something about you lately.” She starts inquisitively.

“Oh yeah, what.” you sarcastically ask, “Well, Logan has been staying around more often and that means more time to look at him, But it has made me look at your more.” You're getting nervous, it’s like she sees right through you. 

“You’ve been more anxious and the zaps in the walls don’t help your case, " The Professor thought it was something serious, maybe with your family. But I know what it is.” Your palms are sweaty, she’s so close to uncovering your secret, so you word vomit it yourself, 

“ALRIGHT, I’M IN LOVE WITH LOGAN!.” She looks at you completely shocked.

“I-I was just going to say you needed to go shopping.” You mutter a soft “oh”. When you raise your head to look at her you see her grinning from ear to ear and you can feel the static electricity in the air. 

“You're in love with Logan!” She took your hands and squealed in delight. “How long have you known,” “Well only a little bit, I-I don’t know how it started. All I know is that I love him, and I don’t know how to tell him.”

“I know what we need to do. You, me, Rouge,Jubilee shopping trip. I promise that you will be the most sparkling thing out there.” She’s already walking out the door to grab the girls. You laugh and shake your head, grabbing your shoes and you walk out with her.

You all walk into a forever 21, oohing and ahhing at the clothes, Jubilee and Rogue rush you into a changing room. 

“Girl when we get done with you you’re gonna look sweeeeet.” Jubilee exclaims.

They Have you try on the first outfit. It's tight and shiny with silver sequins all over, and a cute pair of platform wedges. 

“I don’t know girls, They’re cute, buuuuuttttt.” you trail on. “Girl did you even try.” Rouge asks with a raised eyebrow, She throws her outfit in the ring.

When you look at it you almost die of laughter. It's a neon green two piece with a tube top and leggings with diamond cutouts up both legs with black strappy heels. 

You come out looking absolutely confused and helpless, “She is going to a pool party, not the club ladies,” She sighs “It seems like if you wanna get the job done right you do it yourself.” She hands you what is hopefully the last outfit of the day. It’s a really cute Island flower halter dress, it’s creamy white that flows out like a fishtail at the bottom. She gave you some cute gold hoops with gold bangles, and with some nice nude wedges. 

“Oh darlin’ aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” Rouge is pleased with the way you look. Everyone stares at you in awe, and as your all heading out Storm stops everyone “Girls why don’t you all head to the food court, I want to talk to Y/n.” She hadn’t used your real name in ages. 

You follow her to Victoria's secret, as she starts flipping through pieces of lingerie, you feel nervous. Like she has something she wants to say but you both don’t know what to do. 

“Y/n I want you to know something,” You look at her. “I just want you to know that loving Logan can be hard, He’s had so much happen to him in his life. I just don’t want you to be afraid when he suddenly leaves, Because you know he has a tendency to up and vanish.”

You understand what she’s saying, you’re a little hurt because she thinks you're so weak. “Storm I think I got this, we’ve all been through so much together, and I think I can handle him.” You hope. 

“Good, now help me pick out your swimsuit.”

You wake up the next morning feeling warm and refreshed. It's a beautiful day on campus and everyones getting ready to have some fun in the sun. You help Remy out with seasoning of the meat in your big t-shirt and biker shorts.

“Y’know ami, anna told me about your little shoppin’ trip.” “Oh she did,now” you say with one eyebrow raised.

“Yes she did, and y’know what I think the recipient of your little gift will be quite impressed.” You feel your cheeks heat up at that.

“They’re all waiting for you down at the pool” Ororo beckons, You look out the window to see Logan on the far end of the pool nursing a beer.

You style your honey blonde braids one more time before going down there.

The inevitable ooh’s and ahh’s happen as you walk out to the pool. “You look lovely my darling.” The Professor compliments

“Thanks Professor.” You look over at Logan, he now has his hat on his face dozing away.

“Ami, why don’t you go make him a plate.” Remy suggests. 

So you do  just that, you put some ribs, greens, anything you could get at a cookout is on his plate, especially that good cobbler you made.

You walk over to him, glowing skin and all. “Hey, I made you a plate.” He nods in your direction. 

You get a little irritated at this so you mumble under your breath “How long is it gonna take for you to notice me.” 

He looks at you squinting, like he’s finally seen you for the first time. “Who says I haven’t noticed you.”, “What.”

He continues “Who says I haven’t noticed you?”, “Oh you heard that.”

“Yeah I did, Who told you I haven’t noticed you.” He restates his question.

“Well I mean everyone knows how I feel about you, It’s so obvious it’s killing me. So tell me straight up, Do.You.Like.Me.” 

He looks up at you, a little star struck,  He pulls you down on his lap “Babygirl I love you.” 

And in that moment all you feel is full unbridled joy as you take his face in your hands and kiss him.

You both melt into each other and for a moment the world stops. Well that is until you hear cheering in the background. 

“I got em’ girls!” You yell back to them.

You all end the night happy and in love.

[helmarok]

hrmmm lukas headcanons

he's 18 in season 1 and 28 in season 2

short king, 5'4"

he's bisexual and poly. he's got two hands one for jesse and one for petra

him and aiden/maya/gill were all raised together by his grandma, the other 3 being adopted. everyone would ask lukas why he sticks with those assholes, and it's because they're his family, and they grew up together and it would hurt to break off from them and it DID hurt when aiden decided to cut him out.

bro loves baking as a hobby. everyone loves his cookies. aiden too but he never admits it and always says something's wrong with them but would eat half the batch every time without fail

he's a cat guy, but also a horse girl. his old horse was named reba, she went missing when the witherstorm hit. he kept the black horse he rode from the witherstorm on and named her dolly.

very good at archery because i decided the ocelots are a hunting group, not primarily builders though they are good at it. his melee combat though... yikes. in sky city when he meets aiden in the throne room, he's almost immediately taken down.

not a big fan of loud or busy environments. after moving from the treehouse to beacontown, he tried to live with petra and jesse for a while but didn't like the city life and moved.

he HATES the cold! no amount of layers can save this man. that's another reason why he moved away from beacontown. it's too far up north for him.

lukas kinda like the therapist of the group cause he's the most mentally stable and best at feelings and best at handling them and overall he is just comically perfect idk what to say. he doesn't like it when people hold everything in and explode because that's kinda what happened with aiden. this puts him at odds with petra in season 2.

he wears a really gay cowboy belt with an ocelot on it. also walks around in cowboy boots.

definitely has an ocelot fursona that he has many doodles and lore of in his little journal. he has also doodled the whole order fursonas: jesse a pig, petra a wolf, axel a creeper, olivia a sheep, and ivor a bat. if anyone asked him what their fursona would be, he has an answer. but the only people who know this information are jesse and petra who accidentally found it looking for another book and he made them promise not to tell anyone.

lukas is real easy to become friends with so he became closest with ivor before anyone else in the order. this is partially because they share an interest in history and old legends and reading and nerd stuff like that. sometimes they just chill and discuss these nerd things over tea.

big fan of country music and classic rock

you're not gonna believe this but his favorite drink is a nice warm glass of milk

lukas was the closest thing petra had to a friend before the order came to be, so he always had discounted deals when it came to rare items. once in a blue moon, she'd even give him something cool for free as her way of saying she likes having him around without actually saying it.

he's very humble, and even when the order is drowning in riches and the hall is decorated with gold and diamonds and everyone has fancy enchanted armor and tools, this dude is still running around in iron pauldrons and still got a set of iron tools. his bow isn't even enchanted, despite petra begging him to let her put something on it since she enchanted everyone else's stuff.

i think he has a book series that's like minecraft warrior cats. like his biggest book is obviously the one on the witherstorm but his cat books are definitely a renowned series with fans all over the world. and he tooootally didn't base some of the characters after his friends...

i have more but this is just off the top of my head so maybe i'll make another post one day

[bimtheory]

Trying to watch Marilyn Monroe films again because I feel like it's impossible to write a book about bimbos and not mention Marilyn, but it's proving to be difficult.

I'm trying my best, but I just can't figure out what people find special about her. And it's so hard to find any sort of truth. There are so many made up quotes and misconceptions just to further this narrative of Marilyn as the ultimate victim, people treat her like a martyr. If she's not being discussed and treated as a sex symbol she's being used as a symbol for tragedy, and would Marilyn even want that?

In a 1962 interview published by Life Magazine a day before her death, she had this to say:

"I don’t mind being burdened with being glamorous and sexual. But what goes with it can be a burden. Like the man was going to show me around but the woman said, “Off the premises.” I feel that beauty and femininity are ageless and can’t be contrived, and glamour, although the manufacturers won’t like this, cannot be manufactured. Not real glamour, it’s based on femininity. I think that sexuality is only attractive when it’s natural and spontaneous. This is where alot of them miss the boat. And then something I’d just like to spout off on. We are all born sexual creatures, thank God, but it’s a pity so many people despise and crush this natural gift. Art, real art, comes from it, everything. I never quite understood it, this sex symbol. I always thought symbols were those things you clash together! That’s the trouble, a sex symbol becomes a thing. I just hate to be a thing. But if I’m going to be a symbol of something I’d rather have it sex than some other things they’ve got symbols of! These girls who try to be me, I guess the studios put them up to it, or they get the ideas themselves. But gee, they haven’t got it. You can make alot of gags about it like they haven’t got the foreground or else they haven’t the background. But I mean the middle, where you live."

And, later in the interview:

"It might be a kind of relief to be finished. It’s sort of like, I don’t know, what kind of a yard dash you’re running, but then you’re at the finish line and you sort of see you’ve made it! But you never have. You have to start all over again. But I believe you’re always as good as your potential. I now live in my work and in a few relationships with the few people I can really count on. Fame will go by and, so long, I’ve had you fame. If it goes by, I’ve always known it was fickle. So at least it’s something I experienced, but that’s not where I live."

None of this is paraphrased. And, personally, it sounds to me like she rather be remembered for being a sexy actress than whatever this is:

But a lot of people who claim to be Marilyn Monroe fans or even just mention her don't seem to care about or have any actual interest in her. Unfortunately, I think Andrew Dominik may have been right in that (most) people are not watching her films. I have friends that won't even touch movies from before 1980, let alone the 50s. And watching the clip of her performing Diamonds Are a Girl's Best Friend on YouTube is not watching one of her movies.

Marilyn is invoked when people want to a sort of classy sexuality, or beautiful "feminine" tragedy, which is bullshit.

But anyway, like I was saying, I don't get the appeal. And it's hard to find any writing approaching her honestly and critically instead of constant "she was a perfect angel that could do no wrong"-tier glazing. I don't mean to be rude; I have nothing against her, and her life did seem tragic in some respects, but it always feels like the praise outweighs the reality of the material. Like people felt bad having been so judgmental about her after the circumstances of her death that they overshot trying to make up for it and Marilyn became indicative of the tragedy and mistreatment of every woman, a myth that has been passed down for generations at this point.

I don't know. That's just how it seems to me. I read people talk about how great of an actress she really was, but I don't see it, and people conveniently always forget to explain how she was a good actress or what made her so great, just "she trained at The Actor's Studio!", a lot of actors did.

[acupofqueercoffee]

“Messages for her, hidden in the flowers”

𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

▸ 𝐘𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐓𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 : 𝐭���𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬

They say diamonds are a girl’s best friend, but you think otherwise. The scentless, lifeless stones cannot hold a candle to flowers with vast array of colours, shapes, and scents that are brimming with life. Diamonds are superior to flowers only when it comes to price which you believe is more a drawback than a selling point. On the other hand, the affordability of flowers, in addition to their prettiness and aroma, is really just the cherry on the sundae.

Surrounded by vibrant colours and bathed in fragrant air, heaven for you is found inside your quaint little floral boutique. Currently, you are stood behind the counter in contemplation of the vision before you, convinced that either you have just perished and gone to actual heaven, or a celestial entity has fallen out of heaven, and out of all the corners of the world, happens to land directly on the doorstep of your little haven.

So majestically tall is she that her impeccably styled lily white locks softly caress the ceiling of your dainty shop. As ridiculous as it sounds, envy erupts inside you, secretly, greedily hoping that you too could be blessed by a touch of this lovely creature, as if getting to behold her alone does not make you the luckiest person ever to have walked the earth.

The object of your fascination is oblivious to her admirer as she herself is absorbed in the object of her fascination; Peonies in particular seem to have caught her eyes. Meanwhile, you are held spellbound by the way she is entranced by them; crystal blue eyes shimmer and shine, as though sprinkled with moon dust, in what you can only describe as childish glee. Her lips, oh her lips, scarlet and succulent, unfurl like a red rose in bloom, and your breath catches in your throat at the radiant smile that seems to bathe you in its glow.

And when her sunshine smile seeks its sole audience, instigating the collision of your gazes, you manage a smile of your own, gentle, whereas in fact, your heart is anything but calm.

Additionally, you learn rather quickly that not only does she look the part of an Angel, she certainly walks like one, light on her feet, carrying herself with grace and glamour of an otherworldly creature.

“What a lovely shop you have here!”

The angelic voice that drenches your ears in honeydew does not come as a surprise. Grinning, you take the compliment quite gleefully.

“Thanks, she’s my pride and joy.”

“Now correct me if I’m wrong, but I don’t believe I’ve seen you before.”

“Oh, you’re not wrong. I’m new in town.”

“I know my eyes would not have missed a charming sight.” Not once has her smile wavered, but something enigmatic flickers in her eyes as they stay glued to yours. While you hold the stare as best as you can, she is quick to yield. Gesturing around with her hands, her attention is bestowed upon plethora of colours, from bold to pastel with their own unique charms. “The flowers here are a delight.” The way her eyes fall blissfully shut after a hearty inhale is a testament to the sweetness of flowers, not only in appearance but also in aroma.

“As it so happens, today is my first day of business which also makes you my very first customer. Do you see anything that tickles your fancy?”

“My, how flattering! I do, yes.”

“Peonies, I hope?”

“You’ve been observing me, it seems.” Her query holds in it a trickle of tease, and you respond in kind, a coy smile touching your lips. “Would you mind terribly if I have?”

“Hardly.”

A minute or so must have ticked by as your gazes caress each other. The silence that surrounds you is thick but not unpalatable. Nonetheless, being ensnared in those eyes the hue of deep blue sea is proved too perilous. Stupid though it is, the idea of throwing yourself into the inviting blue is quite enticing, and you know that as soon as your body is enveloped in the cool, cerulean water, either you swim back to the surface now, or you will find yourself, sooner rather than later, sinking into the seemingly bottomless depths.

You prevent the inevitable by initiating conversation, gesturing towards the flowers with a quick lift of your hands.

“So, would you like me to arrange the Peonies?”

“Oh!” She begins, somewhat crestfallen. “To tell you the truth, I wasn’t expecting to make any purchases. That was, until I stumbled upon your shop. Although I fancy the idea of treating myself to a beautiful bouquet, I’m afraid I don’t presently have my purse on me.”

You do not fancy the thought of having your encounter cut short, not to mention, the goddess of a woman walking out of your shop barehanded. Whatever the cost, you have every intention of making her your very first customer.

“How about this? I’ll make you the bouquet regardless. You’re welcome to pay me another day.”

“That’s so kind of you!”

You are not very sure about that, but she does not have to know. Your kindness, after all, does not come without ulterior motives.

“Don’t mind if I take you up on the offer, then.”

“Of course not. What colour of Peonies would you like me to arrange?”

“The pink ones, if you please.”

There it is again, her million-watt smile, having the alarming effect of rendering your heart untamed.

“Of course.”

The task of hand-picking the flowers one by one is carried out in accompany with the occasional oohs and ahhs as the white haired goddess roams your shop. Her appreciation for your passion is apparent on her face, and although it fills you with joy to see her so full of love and adoration for your flowers, you wish you can tell her that they do not hold a candle to her. You may hold your flowers dear to your heart, but the truth is the truth.

It is after twining a string of silk over and around the wrappings, and amidst tying a bow, that she finds her way back to your side. With the picture-perfect ribbon in place and the bouquet ready, you look up from the table. Only then do you notice that there is very little space between the two of you. It continues to only dwindle as she keeps leaning forward.

The clock stops ticking. The leave that has just left the branch stops short of kissing the earth. You watch yourself in the reflection of her eyes, cheeks dusted cherry red and lips barely apart.

Her hands are encased in cream coloured gloves, and the leather feels comfortably cool and soothingly smooth on your skin as two fingers and a thumb take a gentle hold of your jaw. So close is her face to yours that her breath tickles your nose, and you are cocooned in perfumed air, rich unlike the faint fragrance of your flowers, albeit not overwhelmingly so. It is very much addictive, the kind of smell that you can never get enough of, tantalisingly sweet, like the woman herself.

With bated breath, you wait, wide-eyed and petrified, until leather cladded fingers descend upon the apple of your cheek. Once they leave, there on the tip of her lovely, long forefinger, lies a single lash.

“Make a wish.” She says, red rose thriving once again into a charming smile.

Staring into those sapphire blues, you silently utter your desperate desire, Please, please, please, let us cross paths again. With a face like that in front of your very eyes, that puts renaissance sculptures to shame, distraction is bound to come. She’s so pretty, it hurts. I wonder if her cheeks feel as soft as they look. God, I want to touch them.

“Well?”

Enamoured into a daze, you can only watch her in dumb confusion.

“Have you made your wish?” Finally, her elaboration has you blurting out your confirmation. “Oh, yes! Yes, I have.”

Arising back to her full glorious height, lips the colour of carmine form a perfect “O”, towards which her hand flies. Once an exhale is released, propelled by the air that leaves her lips, your little lash successfully takes off from her fingertip. It vanishes into thin air.

“Whatever you’ve wished for, I sincerely wish for it to be fulfilled.”

She is the magnificent moon hanging high in the onyx sky, looking down upon you, who is marvelling at her beauty, with kind eyes teeming with warmth.

“Me too.”

It takes all your willpower, you realise unsurprisingly, to unstick your eyes from her face.

You have to do so however in order to pick up the bundle of flowers delicately in your hands before offering it to her.

“Well, here it is. Your bouquet of pink Peonies.”

“Oh my!” She plucks it out of your hand with great gentleness, cradles it close to her bosom as though it is a babe. “Are those tulips I’m seeing?”

“Yes. They’re a gift from me.”

“Why, you spoil me darling! Thank you.”

Blood rushes to your cheeks, colouring them the same shade of her lips.

“Don’t mention it.”

“Very well then. Until next time, I suppose.”

“Until next time.”

And then, she is gone, walking out into the world just as magically as she has appeared inside your safe little space.

If you are being completely honest, you have half a mind to gift her the Peonies as well. However, you know that if you do so, there is hardly a chance of the majestically beautiful woman finding herself in your shop again. The situation calls for cunning cleverness, and when the opportunity has presented itself like an oasis in the desert, you have no reasons not to make the most of it. You only hope that your Angel will keep her end of the bargain. She has not pegged you for someone who is deceiving, but then again, you have a reputation of being an awful judge of character.

In the end, only time will tell.

[sheadre]

Crushes Don't Get Easier (James Diamond x Reader) Chapter 4

Summary: BTR is a big hit, everyone loves them, but when they come back to the Palm Woods after their latest tour, they are greeted by a new girl band who actually signed with Gustavo while they were gone. (Name) is their leader who has great style, beautiful and is excellent at singing and dancing. The boys don't get along with them at first but then they realize they can be allies instead of enemies. James gets closer to her slowly even if he is still hung up on Lucy who left him without saying a word. Will there be more to (Name) and James, or is it just a fleeting fantasy and nothing will come of it?

Warnings: fluff, goofiness, angst later on

“Fake dating is the best.” (Name) sighed contentedly as she leaned back on the bench beside James. The brunette put his arm around her shoulders while smiling at the passerby. All of Palm Woods was talking about their new, budding romance. It was only time before the tabloids would follow in tow.

Both of them enjoyed being left alone while having fun on their fake dates. Their latest date was so much fun James wished he would’ve brought each of his dates to a carnival before. (Name) wasn’t sure about it at first but he challenged her in not being able to hit any of the targets in the shooting games. James felt like a kid again as he tickled (Name) and she fought right back when they couldn’t stop their argument. Not to mention it happened in the boys’ apartment in front of the boys.

If they were unsure about James’ honesty about moving on, they no longer questioned him. (Name) was nice to be around as well. The brunette thought he got a new friend who was a girl. The moments they shared were special as well. (Name) could make him laugh like none of the others could, not even Lucy. He looked at (Name) and a dangerous thought filled his mind. ‘Was I happy in my relationship with Lucy?’

(Name) whipped her head to him because she felt his gaze on her. Her eyes found his hazel ones. She never thought she’d have so much fun but somewhere deep down, fake dating James was everything she ever dreamed of when her younger self who was a big fan of his imagined meeting him. She would never admit that her heart was fluttering in her chest when she thought about their dates.

“What’s wrong?” she asked curious about his staring.

“I just realized what a genius I am!” James grinned. “We have fun and get everyone off our backs about dating at the same time.”

“Oh, wow, such humbleness Mr. Diamond!” she laughed, slapping his chest playfully. Then her expression turned calm and her lips rested in a soft smile. “Thank you.”

“For what?” James asked, confused.

“For all the good times. I haven’t had this much fun… ever.” she replied. Silence fell on them and James had no idea how to respond to that. If he went deeper in thought then he could fill in the gaps she was leaving out. Has she really never had fun on a date? Or with anyone?

What James could come up with was a truth.

“You don’t have to thank me for being your friend. We’re both cool and hot aaaaand successful, it was bound to happen.” he shrugged which made her laugh again. Then he toned down a bit and continued. “If I can be honest, I’m glad I got you as a friend now. I love the guys, they’re my brothers but sometimes they just cannot take me seriously when I might need it.”

“And I do?” (Name) blinked, cocking her head to the side.

“Yes, you don’t judge me for freaking out about a hair gel or for example when I had a mild argument with my mom about moving back to Minnesota again, you listened patiently. The guys are always jumping to come up with a plan and save the day but sometimes it’s okay to just lean back and think for a while.”

“Cuz I care about you and your mom is ridiculous.” she replied.

“I know.” James rolled his eyes.

“And you took after her.” she added which earned a light shove from him. “Okay, okay, that was mean but true.”

“What about your parents? What are they like?” James asked curiously.

(Name) tried to avoid the topic until now but it was inevitable that she’d need to explain a few things.

“We’re not exactly close.” she looked to the side watching the people walking in the park. “They were never supportive of my career choice. They wanted me to become a doctor or a lawyer or something more… grounded, you know? Especially my dad. He’s a lawyer and he only believes in everyday jobs which gives you more stability as he says.”

“You should invite them to show them how good you are.” James said, trying to cheer her up.

“I tried but they didn’t come to any of my performances.” she shrugged. “Well, it doesn’t really matter when I have a fake boyfriend who supports me!”

They both shared a mirthful laugh until Camille jumped out of a bush with Logan.

“Knew it!” they both yelled at the two of them.

“James never yelled ‘You will be mine!’ at you!” Logan pointed at (Name).

“And you never said no to him before James would try everything to get you!” Camille narrowed her eyes as she looked between the two of them.

“Okay, okay, before you go all nuts, let me explain!” (Name) stood up from her seat with her hands lifted in defeat. James and (Name) told them the whole story, explained how they ended up in a fake relationship and that they actually enjoyed their friendship.

“That’s understandable.” Logan nodded. “But how will you explain the fans and the paparazzi when you guys won’t be seen kissing?”

“We will just stage it?” James shrugged.

“You don’t have to do that for me.” (Name) shook her head. “I already took advantage of you.”

James furrowed his eyebrows. Something in his chest squeezed at the thought of losing the chance to have fun dates with (Name). They were just friends but he enjoyed their time together. If he was honest with himself, he had to admit that he never felt happy in his relationship with Lucy like this. They rarely went out just the two of them, they always hanged out with the others. And another part of him deep down wanted Lucy to see all the pictures of him and (Name) and realize what she left.

“I don’t think that Dylan Crazyhead would stop pestering you. It wouldn’t be safe for you. If he’s that obsessed with you, what’s he gonna do when you just simply tell him no? He didn’t take no before, I don’t think he will in the future either. That dude is crazy and I believe he’d do something stupid like get a knife and stab you.” James argued quickly.

“James is right, which is a surprise because he came up with a logical train of thought.” Logan noted. James slapped his friend in the back of his head then turned back to the girls.

“Even Logan says that it could be possible!”

“Alright, we’ll figure out something.” (Name) nodded. “But please don’t tell this to the others. The more people know the easier it would get to Dylan.”

“Our lips are sewed!” Camille grinned at her.

“You guys are just fake dating?!” Carlos exclaimed in apartment 2J. (Name) face palmed with a heavy sigh then turned to Logan and Camille who tried to act innocent but were failing so hard.

“Sssssshhhhhh!” James ran up to his friend and slapped his hand over the other boy’s mouth. “Yes and no one needs to know other than us.”

“If that Dylan guy is such a big problem we can help you get rid of him.” Kendall shrugged.

“How?” (Name) asked. “You haven’t seen his EYES! He’s completely CRAZY!”

“You say he’s crazy?” the blonde smirked mischievously. “I’ve got a plan.”

(Name) felt ridiculous dressed up in the goth outfit Camille gathered from somewhere. She was waiting for the guys to chase Dylan into her apartment with the girls. The chainsaw in her hands was ready to be used. It was way heavier than she thought it would be.

Suddenly the door banged open and Dylan ran inside screaming like a little girl. Kendall, James, Logan and Carlos were chasing him in various costumes and equipment. Dylan stopped in his tracks when he noticed (Name) and started smiling before he realized what she was holding.

“Finally! I can try out my new human stew recipe!” she grinned manically as she switched the chainsaw on. Dylan cried out in total fright and ran out of the apartment not even caring about how the guys simply let him run away.

“It was so cool!” Carlos cheered as he ran up to (Name) and high-fived her.

“Where did you get the chainsaw?” Logan asked, pointing at the tool.

“Buddha Bob lended it to me.” she shrugged then her eyes landed on James who was staring at her in a daze. “James? What’s wrong?”

“I-I… uh… I need to go!” the brunette suddenly exclaimed and ran out of the room. (Name) looked at the guys confused who looked back at her just as confused.

“We’ll go after him while you get the fake blood out of your clothes.” Kendall patted her shoulder.

The apartment became quiet again. (Name)’s chest felt strangely empty as she was still staring at the closed door confused. Did she do something for James to run away like that? Then she looked down at herself. She was wearing all black, a pair of black ripped jeans, shiny black high boots and a black t-shirt that said ‘You will die!’. She looked to the side and saw that her make-up was also similar to the style Lucy usually wore hers.

It somehow made her angry. Angry that she hurt James because he was still clearly not over the rockstar. Angry how her chest squeezed at that. Angry that it made her jealous.

“Argh!” she threw the chainsaw at her feet and stomped into the bathroom. As quickly as possible, she ripped some cotton out of the bag on the side and started aggressively wiping off the make-up. Once she was finished and could see her face again she went to her room and quickly got the clothes off changing into something her usual style.

In her light blue jeans, pink crop top and white lace cover up, (Name) went out to find James. Something in her made her want to make sure that James was alright. As she walked through Palm Woods she tried to remember if James said anything about having a special place. 2J was her first stop but no one was there. She walked through the lobby, searched by the pool and then went out to the park. She texted Kendall, Carlos and Logan but they responded with: ‘I haven’t found him yet either.’

(Name) sat down on a bench and thought. Last time they visited the carnival. The brunette enjoyed the various types of shooting games. They took a ride on the ferris wheel as well. Her eyes opened in realization and she took off toward the Palm Woods. She ran up the stairs to the rooftop and opened the door with a loud bang searching frantically for James. The pretty boy sat at the edge of the roof, jumping a bit at the sudden loud noise and turned to see (Name).

“Oh, I…” he started but was interrupted by (Name) who hugged him.

“I was worried when we couldn’t find you.” she breathed relieved. “Are you okay? You ran out so suddenly.”

“I… You just…”

“I looked like Lucy?” (Name) asked as she let him go and sat next to him. She grabbed his large hand in hers and smiled at him. “I will never be her and I would never want to replace her. We aren't even trying to become more than friends. She had a heavy and great impact on you, it is quite obvious. But I believe it is time for you to start to move on. You shouldn’t have to become so sad when something reminds you of her. It would be a healthier approach if you could look at these memories as a good part of your life which is closed.”

“It’s not easy… she was… the first girl I really loved. I liked my girlfriends I had back at Minnesota but she was different.” James replied as he looked out at the city below. The lights were pretty from this high.

“And she should always be special in your heart but you should let yourself heal because what I see is that you are not letting yourself heal.” (Name) said. James turned to her and watched how the lights played on her pretty face. His chest felt strange, a magnetic pull driving him closer and closer. Then she turned to him and hazel eyes met (e/c) ones. Her breath hitched in her throat, eyes flickered down to James’ lips.

To be continued…

[e-dubbc11]

Omg congratulations on 400 followers you so deserve it! Your stuff is amazing and always puts a smile on my face!

I’m not sure how this works exactly (plz let me know if this is wrong) but I’d be reallllllyyyyyyy excited to ready anything you’ve got!

I was hoping for a song request for Billy- Cruel Summer Taylor Swift

Something about the bridge just screams Billy to me

Butttttttt if TS isn’t your style I have a few other ideas

- Coming Down- Halsey, Hate That I Love You- Rihanna, Beautiful Mess- Diamond Rio

@pikachuondrugs thank you so much for sending this request in. You actually picked a Taylor Swift song that I like, she’s normally not my cup of tea but there are a few that I like and Cruel Summer is one of them.

Thank you for following me and being a part of my celebration. I hope you like what I did here ♥️

Safe with You

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: Drinking, tipsy reader, maybe a swear word? (I don’t remember, is that bad? 😆) fluffy bunnies and unicorns, love confessions

Word Count: 2.8k-ish

Summary: You meet your friends for a girls night out and have a little too much to drink so you call your boyfriend to come pick you up.

A/N: Loosely inspired by the bridge of Cruel Summer by Taylor Swift, book quotes from The Things They Carried by Tim O’Brien. It’s one of my favorite books and one I think Billy would love also ♥️

As you watched the sun get lower in the sky toward the horizon, the colors of the sky turned shades of fiery red and orange with the colors of lilac and pink bordering the fluffy white clouds.

You recalled that saying “Red sky at night, sailor’s delight. Red sky at morning, sailors take warning” and if there was any truth to that saying, it would be a nice day for your trip to the beach with your boyfriend tomorrow but tonight was about girls night out.

Your vanity sat next to the window so you could watch the sun go down while getting ready for the night. It had been awhile since you had seen your two best friends so you were excited about dinner and drinks tonight but it was your fault you hadn’t seen them in a couple of months.

They said they understood. “Hey, you have a really HOT reason for not hanging out with us at all this summer! It really is ok, y/n because he is super-HOT!” Sabrina had said.

She wasn’t wrong, Billy was incredibly handsome. They had only seen pictures of him, they hadn’t met him yet but they’d love him…just like you did but he didn’t know that yet.

You didn’t know it at that moment, but he would know exactly how you feel about it by the end of the night.

**********

The month of May had been unusually warm and that particular day you hadn’t even planned on going anywhere but it was such a nice day, you decided to go for a walk to get a cup of coffee and stop at the bookstore on your way back.

The bright early afternoon sun warmed the tops of your shoulders as you walked the crowded city sidewalks. People in business attire hustled past you, trying to get back to their offices after enjoying their lunch break outside.

You were thankful to be off from work on such a beautiful day.

Because it was such a nice day, you put on a flowy white tank top, jeans and put your hair up in a messy bun. You weren’t going to be out very long so you put minimal makeup on before leaving the house and headed out.

Sure, there were plenty of genres you enjoyed reading but you kept coming back to the classics which is where he first laid eyes on you. With your back turned, you sensed someone behind you before he said,

“And I thought I was the only nerd who still read the classics.” His voice was soft with a slight New York accent and you could tell he was smiling even before you turned around.

When you turned around, you saw probably the most handsome man you’d ever seen. He was dressed in a designer suit with dark brown hair, a well-groomed beard and eyes as dark as freshly turned soil. You suddenly felt underdressed even though you were just in a bookstore.

“What do ya got there?” He asked with a perfect smile stretched across his lips.

He gently touched your wrist to pull the books you were holding closer so he could see and heat rose to your cheeks as his long fingers wrapped around your wrist.

“The Count of Monte Cristo and The Things They Carried. Both fine choices.” He extended his arm and hand for you to shake. “Maybe I should have introduced myself first before snooping around your book choices, Billy Russo.”

You shook his hand, trying not to blush in the process. “It’s nice to meet you Billy Russo, I’m y/n. I’ve never met anyone else who’s read The Things They Carried before. My copy is old and falling apart so I needed a new one.” You said.

“The bad stuff never stops happening: it lives in its own dimension, replaying itself over and over.” Billy quoted. “Another quote I love is…’They carried all they could bear, and then some, including a silent awe for the terrible power of the things they carried.’”

And at that moment, you were smitten with him.

**********

That was three months ago, you had spent your free summer nights going out on the most romantic dates with him and he really knew how to show you a good time but he wasn’t just a handsome face.

Billy was sweet, funny, well-read, smart and strong but also…guarded, stubborn, jealous and a little possessive. But with all his faults, Billy always made you feel safe which he said was the best compliment he could ever receive.

He was a little disappointed he wouldn’t get to see you tonight but he knew you hadn’t seen your friends in awhile.

A text from him came through while you were getting ready for the night.

Have fun tonight, beautiful. Be safe.

Just a text from him brought a smile to your face, you made sure to reply. Billy would get nervous if you didn’t text back.

Thank you, handsome. I will.♥️

As the evening sun was setting, it cast long shadows on the ground as you walked to meet your Uber, you were ready for an exciting night.

After fending off some rather aggressive bar patrons, three karaoke songs, and a shot of tequila, you and your friends were able to catch up with each other’s lives but mostly laugh with each other and they wanted to hear more about Billy.

“Is he good in bed?” Sabrina asked.

Your jaw dropped which turned into a loud burst of laughter.

Valerie slapped her on the shoulder. “That’s a dumb question! Do you really think y/n would still be with him if he wasn’t?”

You shrugged your shoulders and nodded. “Val’s right, I wouldn’t have stuck around if he wasn’t.” You said, taking a sip of your drink.

“Do you love him?” Asked Sabrina, changing the tone of the conversation for a minute.

The corners of your mouth dropped and your lips pressed together in a straight line before letting out a long exhale. You gave them both a warm smile before saying, “I do…I really do but I haven’t told him yet. I’m scared to but hey if we keep drinking, that could change. Cheers!!”

The three of you reminisced of when you all used to work together, you missed it but you needed a job that paid better, they eventually left too, also maybe it wasn’t a good idea for three best friends to work together. You were convinced your boss threw a massive party after the three of you left.

“…Even separating us didn’t work, remember?” You said through fits of laughter.

After a few more rounds and many, many laughs later, the three of you decided to call it a night but you felt a little too drunk to even get in an Uber and get safely home.

“H-hey, w-will you guys ride in the Uber with me? I might fall asleep before I get home.” You asked with slightly slurred speech.

Sabrina and Valerie exchanged a look with raised eyebrows like they were hatching a plan telepathically.

“Whyyyyyyy don’t you have your boyfriend pick you up?” Valerie asked, exchanging another look with Sabrina. “We’ll wait with you until he gets here.”

“G-good idea!” You exclaimed, pulling your phone out of your purse and pushing the “call” button.

Billy answered on the second ring.

“Hey sweet girl. Everything ok?” He asked.

“Hi handsome! I-I really h-hate to bother you buuuuuut, can you come get me? I’m afraid I might fall asleep in the Uber.” You asked.

Val leaned in to the phone. “Hiiiiii Billy!!!” She yelled into the phone followed by a cackle.

Then you started laughing. “Oh my god, what is wrong with you?!” You said with your mouth away from the phone, Billy could still hear you though by the way he was chuckling.

“Baby, just text me where you are and I’ll be there as soon as I can, ok?” He said.

“Shut up, guys!” You said, followed by more laughter. “Ok, b-baby. I’ll t-text you as soon as I get off…he-he…get off.”

“Real mature, y/n!” Sabrina yelled.

Billy tried to stop himself from laughing but couldn’t, all he managed to get out was, “I’ll see you soon, beautiful.” And he hung up.

You were waiting for about 20 minutes when the balmy summer air hit the back of your arms. You were facing away from the door when Billy walked in and your friends pointed him out that he was there.

“Somebody is here for youuuuuuu!” Val exclaimed.

You turned around and watched him walk over to you, he had on jeans and a black t-shirt.

Sabrina “whispered” in your ear. “How is he even hotter in person?”

“You’re n-not w-whispering, ya know.” You giggled. “Billy, these are my friends, Valerie and Sabrina.”

Billy flashed his perfect smile at them as he wrapped his arm around your waist. “Nice to meet you ladies, I’d love to chat with you more but I really should get her home.” He said.

Valerie shooed the two of you out of the bar. “Go on, get outta here you crazy kids. You guys would have beautiful babies, by the way.” She said.

“What?!” You yelled.

“What?! Who said that?!” She said. “Ok, goodnight! Love youuuuuu! Nice to finally meet you, Billy!”

“You too.” Billy said with a warm smile, opening the car door. “Wanna lay down in the back, baby?”

“Y-yesssss, I do.” You slurred.

Billy had been driving for about 10 minutes when he asked, “You ok back there, beautiful?”

You sat up and stuck your head in between the front seats. “Oh y-yeah, I’m good!”

Billy just smiled and shook his head back and forth. “That’s good, baby. I’m glad you had fun tonight. I know you haven’t seen them in awhile but that’s my fault. I’ve been monopolizing your time and I’m sorry.” He said.

“But I love spending time with you, Billy. Actually, I-I t-told my friends a s-secret earlier.” You whispered. “Sssshhhhhh!”

Acting surprised, Billy chuckled and responded with, “Oh really? And what secret did you tell them, baby?”

“Well I can’t tell youuuuuu, cuz what if?” You trailed off and suddenly tears welled up in your eyes.

Concerned, Billy asked, “What if what, y/n? Ya know there’s only room for one emotionally stunted person in this relationship and that’s me. Tell me, baby.”

A single tear streaked down your cheek and Billy wanted nothing more than to catch it but he was driving and he couldn’t. You wiped the tear away and whispered, “I-I t-told them that I’m in l-love with youuuuuu.”

You thought you saw the corners of Billy’s mouth curl up into a sly smile in the reflection of the rearview mirror.

“I knowwww, I know you p-probably don’t feel the same way…Imma go back to sleep now, night night. Just shove me out onto the sidewalk when you get to my apartment. This is so embarrassing, I shouldn’t have said anything.”

Billy never did relationships but he couldn’t stay away from you. It was easy with you and it was the first time in a long time, or ever, that someone had told Billy he was loved.

You felt the car come to a stop and the engine turn off, you must be home.

“How ya doin’, beautiful? Can ya walk?” Billy asked sarcastically.

You narrowed your eyes at him as you sat upright and he winked at you in the rearview mirror.

“Yes Billy, I can walk. I’m d-drunk but I’m not THAT drunk.” You said.

Billy exited the car and opened the door to the back seat for you. His hands were chilled from the air conditioning and felt cold against the warm skin of your wrists, more than likely because of the alcohol. You felt his lips plant a gentle kiss on your forehead which made you smile and caused your stomach to flutter.

He really did care about you.

“C’mon baby, let’s get you to bed.” He said softly against your ear.

Swaying a little as you walked toward the entrance of your building, you grabbed a hold of his t-shirt and held onto him for balance, with his hand wrapped around your waist and guiding you into your building.

Once inside your apartment, you tossed your purse and keys onto the table and headed straight for your bedroom, leaving Billy to lock the door behind him.

He knew for the most part you were ok to change by yourself and get into bed so he went into the kitchen to get you some water and pain reliever.

Listening carefully, he heard the water from the bathroom sink running. You were brushing your teeth and washing the makeup off of your face. Billy found you curled up on your side, nestled under the blanket, waiting for him to come in.

“Ah, ah…before you close those beautiful eyes of yours, sit up and take these.” He said in a slightly scolding tone.

“Alright, alright. At ease, soldier. You don’t hafta yell at meeeeee. But it is pretty sexy when you do.” You said with a half-smile on your face.

Billy chuckled as he watched you swallow the two pills he gave you. He sat on the edge of the bed and moved a stray hair away from your eyes while you inched closer to him.

With your hand resting against his cheek, you started to gently brush his beard with your thumb, he kissed the heel of your hand and gave you a warm smile.

“Thank you for coming to get me tonight, Billy.” You said softly.

“Anything for you, baby. Now get some sleep, ok?” He said.

Nodding, you easily rested your head against your pillow and immediately felt your eyes get heavy and the last thing you saw before falling asleep was Billy’s handsome face smiling at you and felt him gently drawing circles on your back with his long slender fingers.

Yes, you were very much in love with him.

**********

Rays from the early morning sun shone into your bedroom, warming the side of your face that wasn’t resting against Billy’s chest.

He stayed with you…he didn’t have to do that, but it warmed your heart that he did. Lifting your head slightly to look up at him, you thought about everything you said to him last night. You didn’t have any regrets, you meant it when you told him you were in love with him.

“Good morning, beautiful.” Said Billy, still with his eyes closed.

“Hey there handsome. You stayed with me.” You said.

His agile fingers danced up and down the exposed skin of your arm. “Of course I did, sweet girl. So, did you really mean what you said last night?” He asked.

You propped yourself up on one arm and gazed into his endless brown eyes. “Yes I did, Billy. I am very much in love with you. That wasn’t exactly how I wanted to tell you for the first time but, well, I can’t take it back…and I don’t want to take it back. I-I love you Billy.”

Billy had a stoic look to his face for a brief moment which felt like time was standing still waiting for a reaction before a warm smile crept to his face and his lips collided with yours.

Suddenly, you were pinned underneath him as he kissed you aggressively, all teeth and tongue before tracing his lips down the hollow of your throat and the side of your neck. The bristles of his beard tickled your skin which caused you to giggle and playfully call out his name.

He stopped and gazed down at you with slight sadness in his beautiful dark brown eyes that looked like two pools of black ink. Billy closed the gap between your bodies so he could rest his forehead against yours.

“I love you too y/n, very much. Ya know, I find myself staring at your picture when you’re not around, I smile when I see that you text me, I love how you say hi to every single dog we pass walking down the sidewalk, you make me laugh which isn’t easy to do, and I probably fell in love with you when you told me that…that you felt safe with me.” He said as he gently pressed his lips to yours.

His words sent shivers down your spine causing you to let out a long exhale.

“Billy, I never feel safer than when I’m with you.” You said with a warm smile, cupping his cheek.

“You’ll always be safe with me, baby.” And he kissed you again. “How do you feel this morning?” He asked.

A big smile played across your lips, a feeling of warmth flowed over your heart, it was beating so rapidly you thought it might beat right out of your chest, and you desperately did not want that feeling to go away.

Yes, you loved him.

“Never better, my love. Never better.”

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[whimsyberry]

📚 some thoughts on the freshman 📚

forgot just how messy the freshman is omg,,, choices did it DIFFERENT back in the day ‼️

chris was a total jerk for sleeping with/ pursuing the mc, ((andrea in my case)), telling her they have something special, & then choosing to entertain becca bc he doesn’t want to catch feelings??? wild. i mean, i guess that’s a lot more realistic than a lot of these pixel men are- but still. i do feel bad for him bc the whole suit chooses to side with andrea & essentially ignore chris which sucked 😅

kaitlyn kind of breaks my heart 😭 she’s such a fun & genuine friend right of the bat- then she gets dragged into the mc’s messiness!! i mean, don’t get me wrong, this girl loves drama as much as everyone else in this messy house,, but she really catches feelings for andrea only to be considered an option out of many while still feeling obligated to be a friend while she’s hurting. i love her decision to take a break from alcohol after she realizes how it was damaging her- it’s a really cool part of her character 💕

james isnt even really included for the first good chunk of the book. but i do really love the whole fake fiancée bit & wish it lasted a little longer 🥺 him and andrea have cute banter & hats off to this man for putting up with the tornado of drama that follows her everywhere she goes. he can be kind of an enabler lol,, but so can every other character in these books.

like, for example, ZACK!! love him sm though. i thought it was cute the way he was so obsessed with everyone’s love life & then terrified to pursue a man who was clearly interested in him. lolz. it was cool to see zack and tyler’s friendship happening separate to andrea. it really feels like the characters in this book were people with lives- not just people whose existence revolved around the mc (which happens in choices books pretty often)

ALSO wow abbie is so mean to tyler!! she’s snippy and rude and gets so upset @ him when he says literally anything. and for everyone around them to constantly be trying to get them together?!?! over leila who actually pursues him in a normal way!?!? CRAZY 😵‍💫 abbie’s not really that likable tbh,, but i like how andrea & kaitlyn did their best to make her feel loved & included,, very sweet of them 💗

super low stakes compared to other books- but i love the slice of lifeness of it <3 again- super different than modern choices books.

i do appreciate how diamond choices actually feel worth it now compared to older books. also how modern choices is prettier to look @ let’s be real,,

but also i feel like a lot more love and care is felt when you read the older books- especially the og freshman books 🙌

moral of the story- the freshman holds such a huge place in my heart & wow is it messssyyyy 😭💕

[weridpersonhelp]

Turning fighting into fun

description: Y/n and her little sister asks Kyle to stay at his house while their parents' fight. though a depressing time, they all have an amazing night.

this is kind of a tease to my fic I am writing. if you want to know more just ask.

warning: Swearing, fluff, topics of fighting, topic of divorce, runaway, happy ending.

Pairing: Kyle x reader (friends to lovers)

Ike

kyle

Y/n

Lilly

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Kyle opens the door confused at who would ring it this late, their stood y/n at the door he little sister who's Ike's age behind a little at the path.

"Hey umm, I'm sorry to ask but is it okay if we stay for a couple of hours. My parents are... well." Kyle had suspected something was wrong with your parents, this now confirmed his suspicions. He should turn her away, his mum would of. but it was late, his mum nor dad was home, and he was left babysitting Ike. alone.

"Sure, come in." A sigh of relief was let out from Y/n's chest as if she was holding her breath, she calls for her sister and heads inside.

"Trucks!" Ike says running up to the two girls as they enter the house.

"y/n!!!" He shouts making Y/n smile and hug the boy happily.

"Ike, Lilly how about you two plays with Ike's new toys?"

"YAY!!" The two scream and run upstairs to Ike's room, Y/n eyes watch the two with pitiful smile.

"Thank you, Kyle, you have no idea how much this means to me."

"No, they're no need to thank me. stay as long as you need." Y/n smiled at him as the two stared at each other for a while in silence.

"Do you wanna play Minecraft? we can start a new survival?" he asks her Y/n snapes out of her daze from staring at him.

"Last one to find diamonds has to buy the other whatever they want!"

"Fine under 20 limits!"

"You're on nerd!"

and like that you two went to the Xbox and started to play, after you beat his ass in Minecraft getting diamonds first. You decide to actually build together, so with Kyle built you a house while you went exploring. it was beautiful and you honesty had no idea how Kyle managed to build it. and for some reason the thought of you two sharing a bed even in virtual game.

"Kyle go to bed already I wanna start making a farm! and I can't if they're going to be zombies everywhere." Kyle rolls his eyes and groans but heads to bed, Y/n felt her cheeks heat up at even the thought of her crush in the same bed as her.

"Y/n were hungry!" Lilly came down and wine's Ike following behind her Y/n sighs slightly as Lilly goes to sit in her lap.

"We have no food in the house either-" "HUNGRY! HUNRGY!" Ike shouts Kyle now sighs and goes to grab Ike.

"let's go to the shops quickly I just got paid so I should have enough-" "Y/n you don't have too." Y/n places a hand on Kyles and gives him a reassuring look.

"don't worry about it, you are letting us stay, plus the store within walking distance. we can take these two with us and I can order a pizza it's right across the street of the store." Y/n explains listing Lilly from the seat leaving Kyles hand, it felt old without her touch.

"Plus, you owe me 20 dollars, so may as well use to have a movie night for the kids."

"YAY MOVIE!!!" ___________________________________

"Y/n I'm in my Pj's, do we really have to-" "too late now Kyle. should have stopped me before I said we were going to the store." Y/n explains holding both Ike's and Lilly's hand as they walked down the street, Kyle was wearing his Pj's jumper and hat out with boots. The little one's following in his footstep's Y/n being the only one with proper clothes, though it was a sleeveless turtleneck and shorts.

The walk was fun for everyone but Kyle, as they singed and dance the whole 10 minutes there. That was probably one of the best things about living in a small quite mountain town.

"Okay, Kyle. You tke these two into the store and buy some things for the movie Rember nothing too surgery. I'll join you soon-" "Wait you going to leave me here! WITH THE KIDS?!" Kyle shouts Y/n hushes the boy quickly.

"No need to yell and I said I would be back as soon as I was ordered it. the pizza will be done as soon as we are done shopping. Now you two behave I'll be back in a second." Y/n left the boy there with the kids, the two of them starring up at him. he just sighs and grabs a trolly.

"alright hold on the sides." He asks and they follow his orders, as soon as he entered, he got stares from all around. Why oh it was the kids. he hated stares, sometimes he wondered if he had anxiety, he hated it..

"Choclate!" "No Ike, Y/n said something not too. surgery"

"CHOCLATE MILK!" Ike screams.

"Ike. I said no!"

"AAAAAAAHHHH!" fuck, Kyle felt eyes stare more intense as Ike began to wine.

"Wait, Ike please-" "CHOCLATE!" "CHOCLATE-" Oh no not Lilly too.

"Both of you stop! no chocolate milk! You'll go crazy"

"WAAAAAH!!!" Fuck, fuck, Fuck, fuck, Fuck, fuck, Fuck, fuck-

"You know what maybe-" "Ike, Lilly, you heard him." Y/n's voice startled them all, Kyle was thanking God. Kyle was so happy to see her face.

"Y/n!"

"You heard him, no mean no Lilly, Ike. You can have a small juice each but that's it." Y/n says controlling the two, somehow you were able to handle and control these two troublemakers into behaving.

"Thank god your back! I don't know what I could have done without you." Kyle says making Y/n chuckle at his words. Small pink blush dusted his cheeks as, Y/n lifts the two kids into the trolley and Kyle begins to push them. Kyle and Y/n talked about what they to get, to not hype the kids up too much, but enough for a sugar crash. while the Lilly and Ike tried to pick out Lollie's or drinks of their choosing without Y/n or Kyle suggesting something else.

People in the store stared but it didn't bother Kyle anymore, for some reason you made their stares almost disappear when you were around. People in the store smiled at the sight, it almost looked like a young couple with their two children.

"Your family is just the most adorable, how old are they?" A old woman approached the two, Kyle pulled his hat down slightly in embarrassment. he didn't mind the thought of having a family with you cross his mind. Making him curse himself and get embarrassed.

"Oh no ma'am these are out siblings." Y/n explains no sigh of embarrassment in her voice. though her face said otherwise.

"Oh well you two make an adorable couple! have a good night lovely."

"She was... nice?"

"Yeah..." for a while it felt Awkard, with a weird tension in the air. both of the teens refused to bring this up but hoped the other would. That was until Ike tried to steal some Skittles.

after a while they finally finished shopping, only having a bag of grocery Y/n went to pick up the pizza as Kyle, Ike and lily waited.

"What a couple?"

"Pardon?!"

"The lady said you were a couple? are you?"

"What no! Lilly me and Y/n are just friends" Just saying the words 'just friends' hurt his chest, but why? why did it hurt in the first place?

it started to snow, distracting the children but left Kyle in a daze. that was until Y/n came out with a bag of pizzas.

"Alright ready you three?"

"Yep!" they all say

"Alright let's go you two."

And like that they started to walk back home, or to Kyles at least. Kyle looks to Y/n and notices how her brown eyes felt so warm even though it was snowing, her pale skin looks soft, and her hair looked silky smooth. but he also noticed something. else.

"You cold?"

"Just a little, Still adjusting to the cold here."

"here" Kyle stops taking off his jumper, before she could protest, he places it on her and zips it up.

"Wait Kyle, It's fine."

"I insit" Kyle was just wearing a long-sleeved orange shirt that was a little tight on him.

"Thank you" Y/n mutters only for Kyle to hear, the rest of them walk home in the snow...

the rest of the night went well, the pizza's where amazing and Y/n picked Shrek to put on for the little ones, Y/n still wore Kyes jacket. it was big on her to the point of looking like a dress, it made her look small and his heartbeat fast.

"oh, do you want this back?" Y/n says catching Kyles stare at it, he shakes his head no putting up a hand in protest when she tries to take it. off.

"it's fine, I just though. it looked... cute on you" Kyle hoped she didn't understand his mutter, but Y/n did but kept it too herself. sitting in silence the two with blush on their cheeks as Y/n eats meat lovers and Kyle eats cheese. The two laughs at the adult jokes only noticing them now since you didn't as kids and by the time the movie was over Lilly was out cold, Kyle went to get her blanket while Ike sat quietly.

"You alright Ike?"

"Yeah...."

"Not tired?"

"Yes"

"Come here buddy." Y/n says Ike does do and climbs to the couch and sits in her lap, she sits up properly back Stright as the boy leans in close to her, arms wrapped around her his head laying on his chest. Y/n had met the boy first when Lilly had made friends with the boy it's. later she met Kyle when she joined Wendy, bebe's and Nichols band. Though she never though they were brother until they went over to their house for the first time.

Kyle comes in placing a blanket over Lilly, tucking the girl in Y/n smiles watching him treat her little sister well, her heartbeat. increasing.

"Too loud!"

"Oh, sorry Ike, I can't control it." Kyle looks over at Y/n he felt mad when with how his brother was so close too Y/n but also felt this overwhelm of joy, as if his heart was melting at the scene.

Y/n gently playing with Ike's hair, Kyle wraps the two in a blanket earning a small thank you from Y/n. he sits down behind her, placing a hand around the couch.

"Here." Y/n says giving some blanket to Kyle, who smiles. the girl leans on him slightly, he begged his heart not to beat to so fast like it has before.

"Can you sing for me Y/n?"

"Sing?"

"What about?"

"From osutralia." Y/n chuckles at the boys

"Umm I don't think oh wait-" Y/n clears a throat lightly and starts.

"I been around the world a couple time or maybe more, I've seen the sights, I've had delights on every foreign shore. but when my mates all ask me the place that I adore I tell the right away." Kyle as confused but enjoyed hearing the song, it was an upbeat one not good for lullaby. but when she sang it so softly and quietly it almost was.

"I want a home among the gum trees with lots of plum trees, a sheep or two and kangaroo a close line out the back. Verandah out the front and an old rocking chair." the song was odd Kyle had never heard of it, but when would he? he's never had an interest in Australia let alone been taught about it. soon enough, Ike was asleep, but Y/n dare not to move the boy.

"a home among the gum trees? what's a gum tree?"

"A tree that kolas eat, have you never heard of them?"

"never.

"What?!" Y/n then went on a rant about her home country, he had never seen the girl so worked up in his life. she was normally so calm, but this was a new side to her. and he liked it. he liked it a lot.

that's when it finally hit the idiot.

he liked you...

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"Sheila look!" Gerald says pointing to the couch. Lilly was in on of Kyle arms, while Y/n was wrapped around you and Ike. you had all fallen. asleep.

"Oh my! let me get my camera!"

thanks for reading, comment if you want that Kyle x reader. or even a Kenny x reader one-shot idk have fun loves. <3

[pumpkinnning]

rewatched bridgerton s1 and now i'm trying to understand why it's bad (spoilers) from a writer's perspective

* criticisms about the inaccurate costumes or over the top music or lots of ballroom scenes or lack of serious worldbuilding are silly to me tbh the show makes no pretense to be sth its not, this is like criticizing YA for having emotional teenagers or horror for being bloody. just say its not yr thing and move on

* obviously the interesting themes of sexual education and agency and empowerment are completely fucking ruined by the sexual assault scene that's not framed as such just because the perpetrator is a woman. there's no coming back from that

* even beyond that though the romance is badly done. there are some seeds of sth that could be interesting but it all stays so shallow and underwhelming. the actors have little chemistry i don't like the way Daphne is played

* the scene with Daphne saying she likes Simon's mom's favorite painting bc it reminds her of the peace of early mornings in the countryside and feeling alone yet at one with the world is very charming but also i was like....yes and ? are they gonna bond over liking the peace and quiet together? nature ???? sth else ??? as if it comes across as very...Omg Surprise Woman Capable of 1 deeper thought = hot !!!!! or is it just about her being like his mom (ew). good example of how attempts at depth can fail if they're not connected to deeper themes and character dynamics

* they make each other laugh with sarcastic observations about the behavior of the people around them and the shallowness of social games. like the prince complimenting all the other women's dresses. this would work with characters who are outspokenly critical of society around them. But their connection is that same kind of shallow. And so much of their romance needs us to buy into the social rules and games. The appeal is omg Daphne is the Prettiest and the Diamond and the most specialest girl ever and Omg Simon is this important Duke and isn't it romantic that they're forced to get married for stupid reasons because of honor based rules. And Daphne visibly cares so much about making a good marriage within the rules of society. So these moments feel disingenuous or like they're just being assholes (but without even truly commiting to it and making it fun!)

* the Duke talks about how they're best friends. but i never got that sense of begrudging respect that develops when antagonists start to like each other. Or that they actually liked spending time together. The only thing that i can think about is her punching Berbrooke (he likes boxing so that's an interesting parallel) and making moves on the Prince that force him to consider she's not just a naive little doll. And the bits of witty dialogue. but that's just not enough.

* this is supposedly about Daphne's sexual awakening but yet there is so little real sensuality. she stares at his arms a bit. he tells her to touch herself. its so basic and bland. giving "everyone is hot and no one is horny" vibes. every romance at its core, even the more chaste ones, eroticize something, and the deeper it goes into their characters the more impactful it is. i don't know what this is eroticizing beyond the fact that they're both hot and it's a Good Match tm. the appeal of the innocent virgin vs. rake who is supposed to educate her and show her the wonders of sex is cut down by the fact that he's witholding information, lying and manipulating her the whole time. and not teaching her much either tbh. that's not hot. it's a story that could be interesting if done properly but tbh it doesn't belong in a fluffy wish fullfillment romance, it's too sordid and psychologically complex and unpleasant (like that is horror romance territory lmfao)

* the sex scenes are a key part of this. i'm not against explicit scenes on tv when well done it can really contribute to the dynamics and be really hot (there's nothing wrong w that) but here there is just this fundamental disconnect btw what they're trying to sell us - the focus on Daphne's pleasure, the sense of freedom and liberation after all that repression - and what is actually happening in the plot, him trying to distract her and lying to her. that's not hot and it's weird. secrets and fucked up dynamics can be hot in a sex scene but you have to acknowledge it somehow, not present it as perfect honeymoon bliss. Unless you're in the close pov of a character who's completely unaware - which is not the case here. We know what Simon is doing ! we can't just set it aside.

* the conclusion scene where they're both standing in the rain and she tells him he doesn't need to be perfect to be worthy of love is beautiful in itself. it's a beautiful message. what is so disappointing is how they get there. Simon isn't given the time to heal from his own trauma - he's strongarmed in a way that feels extremely manipulative. She tries to force him to impregnate her against his consent, then she goes through his private correspondence and tries to guilt trip him into changing his mind, judging his deep and private pains and trauma in a flippant way and telling him he should get over it if he actually loves her. of course he shouldn't have lied to her, but that doesn't make her actions ok. the whole thing is just incredibly unromantic to me. there is no genuine growth happening. Simon ends up being a nothingburger of a character bc he is so reactive and one note. when he's pissed he gets drunk and hits stuff. that's basically it until Woman Shows him the Way. the actor tries his best with the smoldering soulful looks. but that only works for a bit.

* there is absolutely an uncomfortable racial element to this. she's an incarnation of this image of white womanhood that is supposedly morally and emotionally superior and is going to teach silly men how to live properly ; i don't like this dynamic much already. it's bioessentialist it puts women on this pedestal that's actually a burden and makes it impossible for them to be truly human ; it's terfy and smug and self righteous and honestly insufferable. And it's much worse when it concerns a man of color

* really it's mindboggling to me that so many people gave the green light to this. but i think it's a testament to the idea that there are some "normal" elements of sex that couples owe to each other, and also that marriage and having babies is the one right way to happiness and health. ofc this wouldn't be strange for the time period - the weird thing is more that they assumed modern viewers would find this romantic, because, again, this is designed to be wish fullfillment, not historically accurate, and the kind of wish this is fulfilling is yucky honestly.

* Daphne is just not a very appealing character by modern standards, tbh. she's very passive, and she cares the most about following the mores of her society and getting the picture perfect ending that is mandated for her as a woman ; whatever agency she develops is strictly in pursuit of that, and she goes about it in this manipulative way with a sense of her own superiority that comes from privilege, sticking to social rules and gender norms. she will have her babies and insure the triumph of the aristocratic heteronormative family. it's, again, not a surprising narrative for the era, but it feels deeply incongruous for a show that handwaves accuracy for the sake of diversity and female empowerment and wish fulfillment everywhere else

* i still remember enjoying the show on first watch until ep 6 - because its light silly frothy tone is just so fun and entertaining, and the side characters are really compelling, and there are just not enough rom coms these days. it's really the saving grace of the show they're able to listen to criticism and were able to change the way they did romance for s2

[mostesteemedgingeroverlord]

Belief: Faith and Works

Started thinking about how I live out my faith, because I saw, once again, the argument that if pro-lifers were serious about saving children, more of us would foster or adopt. And look, it's a bad faith argument, I know that. It's more of a "gotcha" than an actual thing they expect us to consider. But maybe we need to take it seriously. Maybe we need to be willing to think about the implications of our beliefs, all of our beliefs, beyond the easy parts.

Before I get blasted, let me acknowledge that many people are not able to foster or adopt, whether for physical, mental, or financial reasons. And that doesn't undermine the validity of their belief that babies deserve to live. I'm not saying that you have to do something about your belief to be allowed to believe it.

But you probably should.

What resources do we each have to live out the conclusions of our beliefs, yet choose not to do so? And I'm not even talking big. Yeah, some of us can donate our time and money, some of us can foster or adopt, but everyone can do something. You can pick up the kids of the single mom down the road when she works late on Tuesdays. You can start a little dance class at your church for the under privileged girls in your community who couldn't otherwise afford it. You could give that international student a ride to the airport at 5 in the morning. You could have dinner with the immigrant family who is new in town and doesn't have many friends yet. You could help your widowed friend move in to his new house. You could babysit for that mom you know who needs a night out with her friends or her husband. You could invite that college kid who is far from home or rejected by her parents to come to your house for the holidays. You could love the people around you! Even when it's uncomfy or awkward or inconvenient. (And those are all real examples I've seen lived out by those around me, not hypotheticals.)

Being pro-life is just a facet of the Christian life. A glimmer of the diamond that is the body of Christ in it's magnificent whole. Of course we are pro-life! We are pro-humanity! Pro-community! Pro-compassion! Because that's what Jesus requires of us. Two commands: love the Lord your God and love the people He made in his Image. We love God by knowing Him better. But we don't get to separate our love for Him from our love for others. "As much as you have done of the least of these, you have done for Me."

It's easy to write this. It's easy to yell on the internet, to rant at those who disagree or misunderstand. It's easy to get puffed up in our "most correct" beliefs. But love? That thing that our faith is empty without? That thing that defines us as Christ followers? That's gotta come from more than just our words, guys. And actions are really hard sometimes, but if our faith is real, we have to ask the Spirit -- our Comforter and Advocate and the Voice of God in our hearts! -- for the strength to do it anyway.

There are over 300, 000 children in foster care in the US. There are 4000 in my state. I'm a single woman, but I have a good job and a house and a good support system. I have a deep hurt for these kids. I'm not for one second under the impression that it would be easy to foster (I have close friends who foster and my best friend is a social worker, I know the realities) or that I would be undermining my beliefs if I don't do it. But I'm praying about it, very seriously. Praying that if that's what I am suppose to do, that God will give me the strength to do it, and that if that's not what I'm supposed to do, that He will show me what I am supposed to do.

I think we make excuses too often. "Oh sorry God, I can't do that, so I guess I can't help with this. Good luck!" It needs to be "God I don't think I have the ability to help this way, but help me to see if I'm wrong or to find the thing I can do." There is always something you can do! (Even if it's prayer! And there's no "just" prayer, but that's a rant for another day. Prayer is big and powerful and tunes our hearts to God's, I'll just say that for now.)

Anyway, this is mostly an introspective ramble about my own conviction about my faith, but maybe it will help someone else. And remember! God made you special and he loves you very much.

[a-humble-bagel]

So a while ago i made this post about how Morticia and Gomez would 100% accept Enid’s aesthetic, and in that post i briefly talked about how Enid could be considered a foil to Amanda, and I’ve decided to come back to that idea and just compare Enid and Amanda to show how Enid is a wonderful person, and Amanda is not. 

(Warning, this is kinda long)

The definition of a foil is a character who contrasts with another character, typically the protagonist, to highlight that character’s traits. 

An example of a foil would be Holmes and Watson, as Watson’s compassion and the fact that his deductive abilities aren’t as good as Holmes’ highlight Holmes’ intellect and focus on logic. Therefore, my previous statement was wrong, and Amanda is not a foil to Enid because they aren’t in the same form of media. What they are instead is two (sub)versions of the “blonde popular girl trope”.

Blonde girl tropes have taken several forms in media in the last 100 years, with the two main ones being the “dumb blonde” trope and the “mean popular blonde” trope. 

While the origins of the dumb blonde trope can be traced to 1700s France, when most people think of a “dumb blonde” they think of Marilyn Monroe. 

Monroe’s iconic role as Lorelei in Gentlemen Prefer Blondes (1953), is the epitome of a “dumb blonde”. The character was a beautiful blonde woman who considered a man’s money to be the most important thing about him, and she relied on her looks instead of her intelligence to achieve her goals. Despite the facts that the character Lorelei actually has quite a few clever moments, that the famous song Diamonds Are A Girl’s Best Friend is actually about how men only value women for their looks, so women need to get money in order to survive when they’re older, and that Monroe herself was actually a very intelligent person, both the character and Monroe are considered to be the most famous “dumb blonde”. 

A “dumb blonde” has several key qualities, she’s: pretty (and uses this to her advantage), scatter-brained and doesn’t know many basic facts (often in an endearing way), and is usually innocent. In contrast to her, is the newer trope of an equally pretty and popular blonde woman, the “mean popular blonde”.

This trope was really big in the 80s with characters like Heather Chandler from Heathers (1988).  These blonde girls are different, they’re snobbish, superior, scheming, and ruthless queen bees who rule high school with an iron first. We can’t talk about the “mean popular blonde” without one of the most famous examples in modern media: Regina George. 

The 2004 movie Mean Girls gives us an example of both of these blonde girl tropes. Regina George is the epitome of a “mean popular blonde”. She’s rich, a queen bee, and ruthlessly schemes against anyone who even indirectly dares to challenge her.

On the other hand, Karen Smith is the “dumb blonde”. She’s pretty, stupid, generally well-meaning, and usually says whatever she’s thinking with no filter (which is what leads to a lot of her ‘dumb’ moments). Karen usually just follows what Regina is doing, and doesn’t come up with any schemes of her own. 

So, what does any of this have to do with Amanda and Enid. 

Well, when we meet both Amanda and Enid in their respective movie and tv show, it seems pretty obvious that they’re supposed to be the blonde popular girl. Amanda seems like the catty mean girl, and Enid seems like she’s endearing but slightly dumb. This isn’t to say that Enid isn’t framed as a popular girl, but even in her first scene she doesn’t seem to be mean, just a little bit gullible. 

Enid is colourful, blonde, and takes Wednesday completely seriously when Wednesday describes her gory allergic reaction to colour. (I assume that Wednesday was embellishing to scare Enid because she never actually has an allergic reaction to colour throughout the series) Enid seems a bit squeamish, and very excited and in your face. These are the audience’s first perceptions of her, but before we get into her actual character, lets go over to Amanda. 

At first glance, Amanda’s character also seems very obvious. She seems like the rude, judgy, prissy mean girl with a gaggle of cronies to back her up, and the audience can take a guess at how this will play out, and it seems like Amanda will scheme against Wednesday to humiliate her and make her time at camp even worse.

However, neither of these first impressions are accurate to what the characters are actually like (Enid more so than Amanda but just let me explain). 

Yes Enid is bubbly, and excited, and popular, but she’s also kind, emotionally intelligent, pragmatic, and just a genuinely supportive and wonderful person who tries to see the best in people. While some of Wednesday’s habits annoy her, and Wednesday’s enthusiasm into diving into the gory parts of the case may unsettle her, Enid never shames her for it. She’s more than a “dumb blonde”, she’s a realistic character that subverts this stereotype of blondes by going deeper into it, which subverts the audience’s expectations.

On the other hand, Amanda subverts expectations by not actively scheming against Wednesday. Yes, she’s a rude, catty, and horrible person, but Wednesday is never humiliated because of her. What Amanda does, and what she represents, is upholding the status quo. It may be Amanda who’s very vocal about her dislike of Wednesday, but it’s also the two camp counsellors that single out and humiliate the “weird” kids. Amanda never actively tries to make things difficult for Wednesday because she doesn’t have to, the society of the camp does that for her. 

Amanda may be a spoiled brat, but she never has to try to make others dislike Wednesday, she’s just a satirical representation of the flaws in the the idea of the “ideal American nuclear family”, and her power comes from the fact that the rest of the camp is on her side. On the surface level, she seems like the “mean popular blonde”, and she is, to a point, but she’s missing the key aspect of that trope: scheming. In fact, the entire summer camp is a satirical outlook that explores discrimination and the flaws in the “American dream” (which is what i think i’ll write my next long essay post about, but i’m getting off topic)

Another interesting thing to look at is what Amanda and Enid’s bright colour scheme show about them as characters. Amanda’s aesthetic shows her conformity. If you look at her next to her parents, they all fit together into a nice, neat nuclear family unit. It shows how “normal” she is, and how much she and her family fit society’s standards.

On the other hand, Enid’s colour scheme shows her individuality and rebellion against her parents. While Amanda looks like a younger version of her parents, Enid looks starkly different from hers. Her love of colour sets her apart from her parents’ darker, more “normal” colour schemes. Their difference shows the tension between them and how Enid isn’t quite the person her mother wants her to be. Her aesthetic makes her unique.

In any given scene she’s in, Enid is always the most pastel person there. Unlike Amanda who’s just as pastel as all of the other “normal” people, Enid’s style makes her stand out. It’s clearly how Enid wants to express herself: her room decorations, hair, clothing, makeup, and nail polish all involve a far wider variety of colour than we see on anyone else in the series.

 At first glance, it can seem as though she’s meant to represent the “normal” side of things, but as the series progresses, it’s obvious that Enid’s love of colour is just a form of self expression. It sets her apart from others and what’s considered “normal”. In this regard, Enid’s colour scheme is similar to Wednesday’s in the sense that they are both expressions of individuality and rebellion against the norms being pushed on them. 

If we compare similar interactions that Amanda and Enid have with their respective Wednesday’s then the differences between them and their roles in the narrative just become more obvious. Take the scenes where they meet their respective Wednesdays. 

On the surface level, they seem pretty similar: the popular blonde girl walks up and introduces herself/gets introduced to Wednesday and then promptly asks a question related to Wednesday’s appearance.

However, this is where important things like tone and body language come into play. Amanda’s tone is condescending. When she asks “why are you dressed like that?” what she really means is “why do you look weird? why don’t you look like a normal person?” When she drops her false smile for a look of disgust, it only becomes clearer that Amanda’s kind cheeriness is all fake. She acts like that because it’s what she’s supposed to do, and her cheeriness immediately drops when she’s confronted with something (or someone) that deviates from the status quo.

(I couldn’t find a video subtitles for this scene, but the dialogue from Enid is: Are you feeling okay? You look a little pale.)

In contrast to Amanda, Enid’s question to Wednesday seems to be genuine. She’s not wrinkling her nose and looking down at Wednesday as she asks, she’s leaning towards Wednesday, and appears to genuinely care. When she gets an answer to her question, Enid doesn’t say “omg that’s so weird and gross”, she just moves on, respects Wednesday for who she is, and does her best to help her new roommate feel welcome.

I would keep going, but I think this post is getting a bit too long so I think I’ll wrap it up now. 

At first glance, Amanda and Enid seem like very similar characters, and even appear to be the same trope. They do have some things in common (being blonde and popular), but their deepest similarity is their role in the narrative in relation to Wednesday. I said at the start that they aren’t foils to each other, and I still believe that, but instead they’re both foils to their respective Wednesdays. 

Enid’s overenthusiasm and use of colour as self expression highlights Wednesday’s lack of emotion, lack of colour, and generally highlights her logic. (kind of like Holmes and Watson)

Amanda’s false kindness, the way she looks like everyone else, and her firm belief in sticking to the status quo highlight Wednesday’s individuality, her belief in challenging the status quo, and her honesty. 

tldr: Enid and Amanda are very different people. Despite the fact that they seem to be a dumb blonde and mean popular blonde respectively, both of these tropes are undermined, and the characters are taken in completely opposite directions. They’re both opposites/foils to Wednesday, and that, aside from surface level perceptions, is the only thing they actually have in common

(also sorry about the really bad quality of some of the pictures)

[cherchersketch]

Raffine's Plan: Save My Favorite Character / I will Seduce the Male Lead for My Older Brother

I've just been on a kick of reading "cute babies doing cute baby things" series on Manta

Summary Baby girl gets reincarnated into a super depressing tragic romance novel. Everybody dies at the end @A@ And her older brother is the first one to go (by offing himself @~@) It all stems from the OG!ML marrying bro's secret love, the OG!FL, and the OG!FL also realises her mutual feelings too late. Big bro was her oshi in the novel so of course, gotta come up with a plan to save him while they're all still young and the tragedy hasn't really started yet. It's all so simple. This 6-year-old kid just has to propose to this other 10-year-old child. What could possibly go wrong.

Tropes   - cute babies doing cute baby things - my family is obsessed with me - *proposal* at first sight (but they're all still BABIES) - isekai-ed but I’m just an extra - you're gonna isekai because "god" says so

baby FL - Raffine Estern

- technically older than she looks (but keeps ending up acting like her actual body's age anyway) - lost child returns to her rightful family ;w; - manhwa children always be a mix-and-match of the parents’ hair and eye colour - 4 steps ahead of everyone (helps to have already read the ending) - somehow all the important plot elements are coming to her instead

baby ML - Zerkan Perdenia

- he's gonna have a ~traumatic childhood~ (but our FL's here to stop that) - for once, it's not the dowager empress that's evil but some random concubine - look they're all literally too young to be thinking abut romance so he thinks the slight blushublushu is brotherly affection for his best friend's little sister

children who deserve the world - Adrian Estern + Violet Fitz

- baby boy is a siscon so poor ML is slowly becoming his number one enemy (affectionate) - there are so many other series where Violet would be the FL instead lol (accidentally picked up an MC's long lost baby relative) - at least they're actually gonna get the happy ending this time (because this is a romcom)

Rating: I enjoyed my time reading this I will read all the otome isekai and you can't stop me Status (as of 6 Nov 2023) Ongoing. Still pretty new, but it's a Manta series so I'm not sure if it'll hit 100 episodes.

Same Same but Different   - Too Cute to Handle - Devoted to Diamond - Flirting with the Villain’s Dad - One Step Forward to the Flower Path

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