#Tv girl has me ROTTING BY GOD

[lan-archive]

:: || 📮⇢ [ Beloved's Call || 🍁.]

[ 🍁. Song Inspo: TV Girl x Dangerously Yours. ]

Gellos' Mail ::📮⇢ [This was brought up by my friend almost 2 months ago. Since then, my mind has been ROTTING over my OC and Kazuha. They are so Veil-TV-girl-Dangerously-Yours coded. I'm not done with the second part, but by god is my brain rotting over it. ]

:: 💌⇢ [Letter length: 790 words. ;; romantic.]

📩⇢ [Divider by >> @cafekitsune<<.]

prev. | next

The night dawned over the frigid night of Liyue, a breeze that’d soothed many citizens of the Land of Contracts. The heat no longer bit and nipped at any exposed skin, nor was there anything to punish the fully clothed. The moon ruled high in the evening, basking every stone, every flower, and every window in its cool and gentle rays.

The moonlight rippled down to the darkened homes and offices of Liyue, sneaking its touch to the Directress’ open window to her messy office. A scratchy noise filled the room, the bristles of her brush lacing the silence her focus left. There was no sound within her walls, her energy spent.

Brush and ink steadily glide over official documents, over and over, the words wriggle under her stare. They writhe under her weary stare.

“My love?”

An officer’s request for leave, approved. Current status of Millelith outposts…

“Darling?” 

... Current transactions reports, trade route statistics. Efficiencies… 

“Sweetie, my love.”

… Ongoing contracts, incident reports, concert requests by— “Suyin!” A shock runs through her, shaking her focus alert. Her head shot up from her desk, revealing the mountain she’d carved out of the endless sheets of paperwork piling and surrounding her figure. “Huh? I… Ah, oh- Kazuha, love.” Her ruffled feathers flatten down with a sigh, relishing the relief her lover dawned upon her. “Kazuha, what are you doing here? Did you leave your keys in the Alcor again?”

Suyin’s query was replied with only a measly sigh from the loving fiance. “Sweetie…” A scolding tone, so it seemed. Kazuha took strides closer to her chair, careful with each step, assuring the scattered sheets and reports were left unmarked by his shoe. “What?”

“Don’t ‘what’ me, my love, it’s far past working hours. It’s been too long since you’ve stood up from that chair of yours, I could hear the wood creak and yearn for freedom from miles away.” His brows furrow down as he’d scold her, a partial sulk to coerce his oblivious lover. “It’s not that late.. The moon’s barely at the center of the sky…” The working lover bargained.

“My love, please.” His knuckle linger over Suyin’s cheek, her hair gently whisked and pushed away. 

“Kazuha, come on.” She turns a cheek, her eyes convinced to close shut. 

“It’s late, isn’t it, my love?” “Mmhm.. Not really..” His hand smoothed over the soft skin on her cheek, her makeup long dull. “You should take your rest. You deserve it, my dear.” Suyin grumbled a sigh that’d burdened her creaseless skin, her brows falling knit to a furrow. “No.. I still have work I need to do.” 

Kazuha slipped his hand on the other side of her dullen skin, tracing over her cheeks with the faintest brush of his thumbs, relishing what skinship he could share. “Work that can wait patiently in the same place, my dear.” He leans closer to his beloved’s ear, whispering over his words of magic. “There are other matters you need to do too, love. And, as of now, that is your need for home.” His lips dance along Suyin’s skin, the faint breaths tickling her ears red. “Come home, my love. Once I’m here, there is no worry that should plague your heart.” With a sigh, Suyin relayed his fleeting affections, her hand grazing faintly against his cheek. 

“What’s your say, dear? Have I swooned your weary soul enough, or do my actions need to speak on my behalf?” Every breath he sighed, even the faintest he could breathe, sent a breeze of serenity to her nerves. The tension that once made Suyin’s shoulder tense and squared, had relinquished in the presence of the wandering soul of her beloved. “F… Fine, I concede; you’ve won this battle, Kaedehara.”

Kazuha laughed a hearty song, a sense of elation that’d brightened the room from the candle-lit dim nature. “I always do.”

“You use my heart against me.”

“For the better, I fear.”

She sighed, turning a cheek from her lover’s advances, a little game she was willing to play in a dragging state. “My heart is tender, you know. It isn’t something you should toy with.” Kazuha couldn’t help but join her play, still steering closer to her face. The temptation to grace her sunken skin in peppered kisses was great. His hands stole one of hers, enveloping it in the warmth of his. “I would never toy with your heart, you and I know that for a fact. I love you too dearly for that.”

“Now,” His lips dusted over her cheek, kisses to keep her heart well. “Will you come home with me, my dear? The night is far from young, and I’d like to spend the remainder of it pampering you, Suyin.”

[ruruvxz]

“10:36”

Girlfriend!Kim Minji x Cheater!Reader

ft. Marsh Danielle

↳ synopsis: L/N Y/N, named one of the sweetest girl in the planet finally rots her girlfriend’s heart. Any sane person would feel sad, maybe even a little regretful and accommodating for all their wrong doings. Not Y/N though, she's kept it in for a long time, her heart has gone bitter and cold, and she knows what she’s doing is wrong, but who can blame such a sweetly wretched heart.

↳ cw: cheating, commitment issues, morally gray reader, codependency, Minji is lovesick and blind, hurt no comfort, reader has implied chronic depression, victim blaming, swearing, pure angst

↳ word count: 4.6k

a/n: read this Karina fic where she kept cheating on me… which gave me an striking idea, mentally ill, unapologetic, rude and overall not a good person, Reader! anyways you don’t need to listen to 10:36 but I highly recommend listening to it since it’s such a great song. And yes I am personally beefing with Y/N even if I wrote them (fluff ver. apple cider)

Your eyes looming to the TV, not paying attention to whatever was playing. I mean you couldn't concentrate due to your phone blowing up, notification after notification of all your failed hookups barking at your phone like a rabid pack of dogs. God, do people know when to shut up nowadays? It was aggravating how much they pleaded for closure, and who were they to demand that from you? You're the sweet innocent Y/N L/N after all.

Before you even got to text them back some bullshit excuse your eyes darted to the front from the sudden click. You carefully examined the door pushing it open at an agonizingly slow pace, sighing as your eyes met Minji's as she slid her way inside, her eyes bagging with how deeply exhausted she was. She meets your blank stare with a meek smile, pushing down any emotions built inside of you after your recent rendezvous with another lover, you put on your best fictitious grin.

"Baby!" You cheered, getting up from the leather couch, the same one Minji gifted you when you both first moved in with one another. Quickening your pace as you ran towards her, wrapping your arms around her neck, Minji was left letting out a coy smile before kissing your cheek. Usually, she would be greeted by another empty living room with the kitchen light dimly lighting the surrounding vicinity, it was depressing but she had a 9/5 and you took the night shift. (Or that's what you would tell her.)

Needless to say, seeing your bright smile was more than pleasant, her overworked eyes lightening up as you continued to hug her. "Ah, bug, you're still here?" She smiled hugging you tighter, grasping you almost as if you were to disappear at any moment in time. As you both stand in each other's embrace your mind couldn't help but let your mind drift to someone else.

"Fuck, I wish Danielle was here with me..."

You knew how terrible it was to imagine someone else's grasp, especially since you were imagining your girlfriend's best friend of all people... And to be frank, there was no other valid explanation for feeling this way. But you felt so devoid of any strong emotion, it truly made you feel disgusted with yourself but what could you do?

Minji softly grabbed a piece of your hair to stroke before you eventually led her over to the couch to spend some quality time with her. I mean, that's the least you could do after what you went off doing while she wasn't home.

Danielle messaged you late last night wondering if she could plan an outing for the next day, and you (not-so) hesitantly agreed to her offer. It was a terrible thing to do since you've already learned about her immature crush on you, but it wouldn't lead to anything, right? Nevertheless, you still decided to get lunch together, and she brought you to your favorite hole-in-the-wall restaurant. (Not exactly, in reality, it was something you despised because it was the only restaurant Minji would bring you time and time again. Danielle, and many others, were under the assumption it was somewhere you LOVED going to. And who could blame them, you would always post photos promoting the establishment whilst hiding out Minji from any photo.)

It was a fusion restaurant, but the overall atmosphere was an American-style family diner. The ones you'd see in 80's sitcoms that Minji begged you to watch with you, it was tacky, but they stayed engraved in your head. Danielle would drag you to the table nearest to the window to get the clearest view of the sky, but you'd much rather sit in the booth in the corner, hidden away from the world. Of course, of how accommodating Danielle was she gave in to your request, despite that hiccup the day "outing" continued as scheduled. Eating her meal she ordered claims that the burgers are "The best she's ever had since moving from Australia" but in reality, you think it's nothing special.

You ordered the same thing you usually do, carnitas tacos messily plated on a plastic dish, it usually tasted so bland though somehow sharing it with her tasted so much better than eating it with anyone else. You hated to admit it because you already had someone waiting for you at home but she made the world stop for a bit, made staying still for a moment seem so... bearable. For once in your pathetic existence you felt like you understood something and just wanted to sit down and talk.

"Mmm, Y/N—it's really good!" Danielle spoke up, parts of her burger decorated the corners of her face as she munched. Laughing at her childlike behavior you wipe the excess crumbs off her mouth, noticing her slight blush plaster across her face as you pull back to speak.

"Mhm?" You replied turned off your phone and flipped it over on the table giving her your full attention. Her voice was just too adorable to ignore. You knew you found yourself despicable for giving her more attention than you had given Minji for the past few months. But you couldn't stop yourself, it was so lonely and you just needed a warm body to hold, just until your girlfriend could come back to you.

She nodded her head hurriedly before shoving another fry into her mouth before she spoke once more. "Yup!! Look open your mouth" She'd pick up the fries and line it up up to your mouth, cautiously leaving your mouth agape before she shoved the fries into your mouth. It surprised you how fast she inserted it into your mouth you started aggressively coughing before she apologized profusely.

After your little outbreak, you start laughing uncontrollably at how concerned she looked, she whacked your head from the other side of the table while you continued to laugh. But you didn't have the heart to tell her that the fries she force-fed you tasted like generic McDonald's fries but, with that face, could you say anything? Danielle looked so captivating, an allure you hadn't felt in months, and before you knew it it was already 8:14. Minji comes back at 9 and you shouldn't risk coming home late AGAIN.

"Ah, I'm so sorry Dani, it's already so late, I need to be home at 9." You commented cutting her story off short about how she met up with a coworker of hers during some mindless shopping spree. She looked understanding but disappointed nevertheless as she was hoping she could spend more time with you even if it was in this cramped restaurant.

You looked into her eyes once more before getting up to take your leave, she looked stumped but quickly regained her composure as an idea flashed across her mind. "Okay! I'll drop you off at the train station then!" She stood up and let her hand out for you to grab. Once you stood up she interlocked your fingers together, your heart beating out of your chest as she did. What person would react like this to a friend, let alone someone who was in a relationship, but god were you one sick bastard to reason with yourself? You knew you'd done worse with others so why was this any different?

After minutes of slow walking and talking mindlessly with one another you finally arrived at the station, it was a tad disappointing but you knew it had to end soon. Climbing up the stairs your hands continued to lock in with one another, you felt her suddenly yank away. Turning back to see what happened you noticed one of her heels came off, but coincidentally your train just arrived.

"Oh Y/N go on, I'll get on the other one, it's just another 10 minutes!" She defensively said. Instead of listening to her you ran down the stairs and grabbed her heels, even if you were struggling a little bit to get back up you were happy to help her. You handed her back her heel as you heard the train plow through once more, the screeching metal tracks lingering as it drove off.

Danielle looked down at you as you handed her the heel with a worried face, she looked so bothered but you reassured her. "Even if the train leaves, it's worth it, it's worth waiting for you" You smiled before grabbing her hand once more and dragging her back up to the platform, the light-dark enough to cover her red face.

"Y/N" She laughed as she dropped her bag and hugged you tightly, her embrace was soft and loving you didn't want to leave it. (Nor do you deserve such an affectionate interaction.) You broke the hug before she led you to a, presumably empty, seating area, the sunlight dropping and sinking. While you sat there together Danielle was content sitting down with you in complete silence as it meant being by your side.

"I'm sorry for making you wait." She sighed awkwardly trying to break the silence you created, her body immediately straightened as you rested your head on her shoulder. Her breath hitched as you grabbed her warm hands, the nightfall being significantly colder.

"It's fine that we have to wait, I love you." You trailed off, your mind not proceeding with the bullshit you slurred out of your mouth. It was a force of habit, no matter if it was Danielle or Minji, those stupid strings of words haunted your every moment. (Maybe if you were a little cautious, if you learned to shut your mouth maybe you wouldn't have to be calling people at night while Minji was in deep sleep, explaining in slurred words "I have this thing where I— I can't be by myself— but look...")

The memory of what you accidentally slipped up to Danielle came back to haunt you, why would you ever say that, but regardless you couldn't break your facade now, not with Minji resting quietly on your lap. "How was your day love" You twirled her hair as she dozed off by your touch, she was so soft and delicate. It reminded you of how she'd do the same after a long day, her hands caressing your head like a dog. She was silent but that's who she was. As you ran your hand through her jet-black hair, you were all over he, losing yourself, all before she snapped you out of your daze to speak. "It was okay, but great now that you're with me." She smiled underneath you, she reached her hand above to your face to caress your mellow cheeks, and your heart ached as she did so.

"How was yours, my dear?" She lifted her head dragging you a bit down to intertwine your lips tenderly, as she pulled back and laid back down on your thighs you felt your teeth sink into your lips. It was a force of habit but thank god she hadn't noticed as her head was locked into the TV, you felt yourself about to throw up at the idea of telling her what you did. As usual, you tried to play off what happened this afternoon like nothing happened.

Your hands shook as you continued to play with her hair wondering what lies you would spit through your teeth. "Mmm, nothing much I hung out with some friends then went back home to wait for my wonderful girlfriend." You beamed smiling hopelessly to not break the persons you've created.

"Friends, who? I'd love to meet them." She chuckled, turning her head back to meet your gaze, your hands slowly lifting up and away from her head. You rested them on the armrest, coughing at the thought of her finding you were out and about with her best friends who she didn't even know you talked to.

"Just Dani! She's asked me if she wanted to get lunch with her." You answered honestly, if you hadn't you knew you'd just dig yourself a deeper hole and lead to another heated argument, where you'd end up running off to sleep the night somewhere else.

"Oh." She scoffed, the realization of her best friend and her girlfriend being closer than she'd expected hurt her feelings a little more than it originally should've.

"What's wrong with that." You bite back, annoyed about how sassy she was becoming day by day, as if you were doing something— someone, she wasn't aware of.

"It's just... didn't know you were close with her like that." She raised her body from my lap and sat properly looking me in the eye, clearly annoyed by the situation. (To be fair, as hard as you tried to be sneaky with your late-night affairs, by claiming you had a night shift, she picked up on your inconsistencies fairly quickly. How you'd leave either before she arrived or after she slept became more and more oddly suspicious. Or how you'd often slip your phone away to your back pocket whenever she came closer to you. It was all messing with her brain and the sudden "connection" you had with Danielle made her more and more suspicious.)

"I guess but isn't, Dani—Danielle one of your closest friends, yet you talk shit like this about her?" You retorted, trying to hide your offense terribly at her statement, of course, she didn't mean any harm with what she said but it felt as if she was insinuating something. Something you didn't like. You took off your gaze from hers as you rested your head on your palm and raised the volume of the TV to drown her out.

Rightfully annoyed at your reaction she raised her voice just a little bit. "Well sorry, I'm sorry I feel uncomfortable by the fact you chose to get lunch with my friend, instead of your girlfriend!" She rolled her eyes and folded her arms, her frustration was enough to cause global warming. You bite your tongue once more, you didn't want to say anything you regretted but you couldn't just let her take a jab at you without any conviction.

"I mean, she didn't do anything to you? Yet you're being so aggressive." You replied as you grabbed the remote with your free hand to skim through the channels, every new show being broadcast made you even more aggravated. How could there be nothing good showing? You mashed the next button again and again as you heard her open her mouth once more.

"That's not what I meant it's just, for the past few months you've cared about going out with me? Sorry for feeling like that's so terrible!" She scorned as you still didn't pay any attention to her, continuing to skim through the shows on air today. You pushed your tongue to the inside corner of your cheek before you asserted another retort.

"Maybe if you weren't always so defensive and angry I would hang out with you" You laugh sarcastically under your breath annoyed, and you finally landed on Law & Order. It was Minji's comfort show but you couldn't care less about what she liked right now, all you wanted her to do was pipe down and calm down. She clenched her jaw at how dismissive and disrespectful you were, the fact you weren't even looking at Minji added more salt to the wounds.

She grabbed your shoulder yanking you hard enough to look at her, you paid her one single glance before swatting her hand away from my shoulder. She looked dumbfounded, as for the first time in her life she finally raised her voice, this time with real intention to get off on you. "What the fuck— Y/N! What is up with you recently??"

Oh, she's testing you right now, your blood pressure has risen significantly and you felt it harder to focus on what they were saying in the show. Finally giving in you pushed your head to lock into her enraged state. "You know what's fucking 'up with me' it's your attitude? I can't even hang out with my friends anymore?"

Minji was most definitely fed up at this point as she stared back at you, clenching her fist, stopping her from saying something atrocious. "Oh no you DEFINITELY can, you know what you can't do? Fucking leave your girlfriend in the middle of the night saying you have a night shift and leave me alone in our bed!" She spat out as she stood up trying to get that notion into your thick skull.

"I'd rather be in someone else's embrace than be with yours! FUCK, you're so fucking suffocating!" You shouted back, quickly regretting what you said, realizing a little too late that you had released a bit more information than you were trying to let on. But before you could take it back and apologize she was already standing over you, her hands covering her mouth.

Minji’s jaw unclenched, processing every word that came out of your mouth. "What." Her voice sounded shaky, she tried her hardest to sound stern but you knew her long enough to know it was just a facade. Her face turned into someone who had just been told their loved one died, completely and utterly in disbelief.

It hurt seeing Minji so hurt, but it felt so good to get that out of your chest, she's been suffocating you for a year now, she should know where you’re coming from. Honestly, you hadn’t planned on staying for fairly long but after moving in with her it became harder to leave. "Fuck. It’s just—" You stopped before continuing “I wanna love you but I'm scared so I rather pretend”  You stood up and turned your body away from her, you didn't want to look at her at all. If you did, maybe you’d just run back by her side and then the cycle continues once more.

She covered her face between her palms, and looked up at the ceiling, just praying she'd wake up from this sick and twisted dream. "Y/N, please tell me. Are you?" She mumbled underneath her hands, but enough for me to tell what she said.

"Am I, what? Am I cheating on you?" You turned back at her with a disgusted face, not at her, but at yourself, you couldn’t fathom how you’d do something like this. After all, you experienced the same thing. You felt sick to your stomach but you knew she should already puzzle the answer together, yet she's still trying to ask.

"Just answer the fucking question" Her voice bubbling up with rage, after all the years of committing herself to you, you turn your back and do this? Oh how badly she wanted to make your life miserable after this. But a part of her didn't want to ask this question, she wanted, somehow, someway, you would turn a full 180 and tell her this was all some sick twisted joke.

“Fuck you Y/N… truly, fuck you— you kept me like a secret but I kept you like a fucking oath.” She spat out, grabbing out to you, the weight of your actions felt like a knife digging itself deeper into your heart. You were too cowardly to look at her, let alone answer her question. For someone so confident about cheating on her, you know stood in front of her unwilling to face the consequences.

"I—“ You cut yourself off, you did feel awful as you stared into her fiery gaze, but what was the point she already knew? "I’m so sorry.” You blurted out, it honestly came out as a statement then it did an apology, and by the looks of it, she looked even more infuriated.

"FUCK Y/N, PLEASE JUST ANSWER THE QUESTION!" She screamed at you, making you jump a little, but with your broken ego, you weren’t going to take that, with crossed arms you announced your wholehearted answer.

"Yeah, I did, and it wasn’t with Danielle. Don’t worry about her…" You bitterly bit back trying to get it in through to her, you were truly so despised at this moment, but to save face you preached some half-assed excuse.

"You know Minji, it isn’t my fault— You're selfish, how do you not get it. For as long as I remember you've only ever thought about yourself." You said, leaving Minji to stand in utter anguish at the shit you were spewing. How could she be the selfish one? You bit back your tongue before realizing this was probably the only moment to let out everything you’ve built up over your whole relationship.

"I reach for you and you’re not there, I'm so fucking numb but you don't care. A part of me feels for you, but it hurts, it hurts so much." Her stare etching deeper into your mind, she didn’t bite back, but you could see through her fuming portrayal that tears were pooling from her eyes.

"enlighten me, my dear, why am I still here? Why did you even— why did you even pick me? You don't talk to me, you never want to talk about anything and you’re always just with Hanni. I know you're confused and hurt, but when I needed a warm body to hold, you were never there. And when you where you wanted too much from me— I didn’t know how I could give you everything" You inched closer to her wiping the tears off her face, she placed her hand on top of yours. Maybe this was the only emotionally intimate time you both had in months. As you rested her hand on her plush cheeks, you took a moment to appreciate her beauty one last time, she was gorgeous, undoubtedly, gorgeous.

(You couldn’t admit to yourself that this reminded you about the first time you met, your eyes locked with hers as she stumbled out of another stress-inducing meeting. She looked so out of it so you graciously offered her your apple cider, under the pretense that it was apple juice. You examined her as you were a bit surprised a young girl like her was working this late into the night, it was already 10:36. You looked back at her while stopping to laugh loudly as her eyes winced while chugging down your drink. She looked so annoyed but somewhat happy she met you, her drowsy eyes lighting up as you offered to get her an actual drink at a nearby bar. You had a bad habit of analyzing her, her hair smelt like a sweet fruit punch, and her smile was so infectious.

You remember holding her face just like this as you led her back to her apartment, she looked dazed out of her mind as you pulled her on her leather couch to rest. In a drunken state, she commented on how she liked your hair and pulled you down into her lap to play with it. You couldn’t stop your face from heating up but she didn’t happen to notice, she looked down at you and complimented the jacket you wore. So after that you always wore it, and even at this exact moment, you were wearing that stupid jacket once more.)

"I didn’t— as much as I hate you right now maybe we just got lost in translation… no— maybe I asked for too much." She weakly smiled biting back her rage while staring deeply at you.

"I've done the math there's no solution, we'll never last, I’m so sorry Minji, there’s just no universe where I can see our happy ending." Minji closed her eyes, biting her lips, maybe she already lost you, or maybe she never had you in the beginning, but all she knew this would be your last moments holding each other. Your heart constantly aching throughout the whole ordeal, as she leaned her head closer to yours your lips slowly touched, having one last passionate kiss, until you broke it up. Minji looked at you with sorrowful yet entrancing eyes as she connected your foreheads, forcing you both to lie in the moment.

"in the morning you're not in my bed, I'll just sleep until I fall dead, my love" She joked weakly as you intertwined your lips together once more before letting out a deep sigh. "I guess this is where you get your stuff and leave, Y/N" She pathetically laughed and more tears streamed down her face.

"Yeah, don't worry I'll be gone by tomorrow..." You turned away taking a breather, before taking one last look at the living room that we had built together. The walls were decorated with inside jokes and pictures you took together, you inspected every one of them, knowing she’d probably throw them out later on in life. Your eyes landed on the coffee pot she gifted you on your anniversary, she built it during her pottery lessons to surprise you, it didn’t work so well, but it was cute. You sigh as you look at the pictures all from different occasions like when you celebrated your first Christmas with her, or when she met your parents, the memories of each decoration hitting you like a train.

"Where are you going to go?" She asked trying to figure out where you’ll run off to now, you laughed for a moment, before looking back at her. Her hands balling up as she awaited your answer, you cupped her face again and smiled at her question.

"Probably crash out with my ex-roommate if she still has a spare room somewhere."

"Oh, uhm…" She laughed elegantly and hugged you tightly not wanting to let you go. "I'll drop you off wherever— whenever you need to go, just please stay with me tonight. It's only…” She trailed off looking at the clock.

“10:36,” You both say in unison.

guys count how much I referenced other songs… anyways back to writing fluff im literally started to tweak out

[kagu-une]

you and mingi have been friends since childhood; you thought that you knew everything there was to know about him. there is just one secret: he's in love with you, and the feelings may be reciprocated.

pairing. song mingi x fem!reader

genre. smut mature themes ahead. minors do not interact.

content warnings. another friends-to-lovers trope (i'm not sorry). non-idol!au. dom!mingi. sub!reader. desperate sex? idk how to put it, you'll see. possible jealousy? possessive!mingi. fingering (f receiving). use of pet names such as 'baby'', 'good girl'. gentle degradation?? praise. big pp!mingi...... unprotected sex (use protection or Else). a little teenie weenie bit of plot. ahem. anyways

a/n. it seems that i write best at the ass crack of dawn, or in a (nonexistent) time crunch. anyways this is a drabble that's been living in my fully furnished frontal lobe for a while, hope it lives up to your expectations @lissiesykes :p this has not been proofread btw

smut beneath the drop down!

it was the same saturday ritual that has carried on for years since you started college and moved into your own apartment: your best friend, mingi, would come over and the two of you would waste the evening away by rotting on your couch, and forcing him to watch whatever series was your newest hyperfixation.

this saturday was no different. you had long since showered and changed into a pair of dilapidated sweatpants, and a shirt that you were sure was mingi's, but figured it shrunk in the dryer. you had just finished the usual routine of microwaving a bag of popcorn when you heard a familiar knock at your door. setting the bag of popcorn on the counter to cool off, you padded across the living room to answer the door. behind it stood mingi, his large stature easy filling up the doorframe. though you watched him hit his growth spurts as a kid, his height always caught you by surprise.

"hey!" you greeted him with a soft smile, stepping off to the side to allow him to enter your apartment.

"hey," replied he as he entered, kicking his shoes off by the door. he shrugged off the hoodie that he wore as he made his way into the living room and tossed it over the back of the sofa. "it smells good in here."

you chuckle to yourself as you close the door and lock the deadbolt; mingi said the same thing every time he stepped foot into your home, even though you made the same snacks nearly every time.

"i'd hope so... it's popcorn." you had returned to the kitchen to grab a bowl from a cabinet, and proceeded to dump the popcorn into it now that it was cool enough to handle. "we're almost done with ratched, is it cool if we finish it tonight?"

mingi had since made himself comfortable on the couch, stretching his legs out to rest against the coffee table. he turned to face you from his seat as you spoke. "of course, i was looking forward to the finale, anyways."

he took it upon himself to turn the television on, knowing you'd be joining him on the couch soon enough. he launched netflix and clicked your profile, scrolling until he found the 'recently watched' section. mingi selected the show and got comfortable in his seat. you hurried to your spot next to him, snacks in hand as the introduction to the show began to play on the tv screen.

the show had long since ended, and the two of you weren't quite ready to call it quits just yet; so, you were both facing each other, having a rather lively conversation about something that had transpired in your younger years.

"dude," mingi let out an exasperated laugh as he carded a hand through his hair. "you totally froze when you tried to ask that guy out for prom. what was his name again? hongjoong?"

you groan out in residual embarrassment, hiding your face in your hands to conceal the blush that rose on your cheeks. "do you have to remind me? god, i bet he was just as embarrassed," your voice came out muffled as you spoke into your palms.

mingi's fingers curled around your wrists and pulled your hands away, laughs still bubbling past his lips. "c'mon, y/n, it isn't that bad. when is your date with him anyways?"

your ears picked up on the jealousy that tinged his voice when he brought up the fact that, yes, you did have a date with hongjoong coming up. you had reconnected with him after seeing him on a dating app. curiosity got the best of you and you swiped right — it was a match! you brought it up to mingi last saturday, and you swore that you saw his shoulders deflate just a little when you told him. you decided not to bring it up, but you couldn't help but to think that mingi looked dejected when he left that night. maybe you were thinking too much into it.

"on wednesday, i think– why does it matter to you?"

"awe," whatever hint of jealousy that you think you heard was now drowned in a playful tone. "are you getting shy?"

mingi leaned over to poke you and tickle your side, which earned a shriek from you as you launched yourself backwards to get out of his arm's reach. you batted his hand away once your back was pressed into the opposing arm of the couch. it didn't take much for mingi to close that gap, reaching for your sides once more. somehow you both got into some sort of one-upping-wrestling-match — you trying to get away from mingi, who was dead set on trying to tickle you — that landed you both on the floor.

mingi took the upper hand as he straddled your waist, and pinning your wrists to the rug beneath you. a triumphant smile was plastered on the cheeky bastard's face — he knew he had won. the two of you mirrored each other's labored breathing as you looked up at the man above you, eventually locking eyes.

the same man that got to watch you grow up, and you, him.

the same man who, when your first boyfriend broke your heart, mingi broke his nose.

mingi, who would schedule his weekends to make time for you.

mingi, with that same lazy smile that he's always had. the same smile that caused your heart to skip a beat in your chest.

the realization that you were in love with your best friend hit you like a freight train. as your eyes dipped to his plump lips, you wondered what this meant for your friendship. the last thing you wanted was to lose your best friend.

you sucked in a breath that you hadn't realized you were holding, and that soft noise is what set things into motion. mingi lowered himself on top of you, closing the gap between your bodies. his lips crashed onto yours with a ferocity that you've never seen from mingi before.

you whimper softly, grabbing a fistful of his shirt and yanking it on it. mingi understood what was being asked and pulled away to remove it. this allowed you to catch your breath... and for reality to come crashing down on you.

"mingi," you breathed out, your meek plea too quiet for him to hear over the roar of his own heartbeat in his ears.

he pulled his shirt off and tossed it to the side, before leaning forward to hover over you again, each of his hands posted on either side of your head. you did your best to keep your gaze off of his newly exposed skin.

you repeated, "mingi." it caught his attention now, mingi's eyebrow raising. "we can't do this." you didn't mean a word that came out of your mouth, but the disquietudes that swirled in your head told you to believe otherwise.

"goddamn it, y/n." he almost sounded defeated.

him cursing caught you off guard. it wasn't that you had never heard mingi cuss, because you had and did; but, never at you.

"don't you get it?" his voice was small, almost a whisper. "i love you. i've been in love with you for so long, y/n."

the confession caused your stomach to flip. whether it be out of excitement or fear was to be determined.

"i watch as you choose other people knowing that i can treat you right. i know you, y/n. everything about you. i was made for you."

mingi's face closed in on yours, and the fact that you weren't protesting only encouraged him to continue.

"no one understands you like i do. no one can make me feel so alive like you can. i don't want to live with the regret of knowing that i never tried. i need this for me." his breath fanned your face as he spoke.

his lips were brushing yours by this point. there was no denying the emotions that buzzed between you both. your hands snaked around his shoulders and pulled him forward, officially sealing your fate.

there was no time wasted from here. mingi's mouth connects with yours fiercely. his kiss instantly becomes intense as he lowers himself onto his elbows, allowing him to cradle your head in one of his hands. his fingers grip at your hair, anchoring your head back. when a soft moan slips out of you is when he plunges his tongue into your mouth. mingi moves with passion, and hope; yet, is far more calculated in his movements than you expected.

you lift your legs up to remind him that he is still sitting on you. one of his chuckles falls against your lips as he shifts his weight, using his knees to push your thighs apart and slots himself in the space between them.

when he pulls away, a string of saliva beads between your bottom lips. you break it with your finger as mingi moves to tug at your sweatpants. from your position, you could see that a tent of arousal began to form in the crotch of mingi's jeans. with the joggers out of the way, mingi could see how your panties clung to your core, your arousal blooming on the gusset.

"you have no idea how often i've thought of you like this." admitted mingi, that shit eating grin returning to his plump lips. he trailed a finger over your clothed slit, eyes flicking up to your face to watch your reactions to his touch. noting how you arched your back to chase the feeling, he tugged your panties to the side.

a shiver raced through you once your cunt was exposed, though you blushed feverishly underneath mingi's scrutiny. he continued to toy with you, leisurely and with no hurry. he dipped a finger to your entrance, only to collect your juices on his fingertips and repeat the process.

"don't be a tease, mingi," you whined out in protest, reaching down to lead his hand where you needed them most. you couldn't help but to be impatient. mingi's hands were always nice, and they had recently occupied your mind when you touched yourself.

"oh?" he asked, rhetorically. to pacify your whines, he pushed a finger into you, but held it there at the second knuckle. his thumb took position over your clit and applied enough pressure to make you shudder. "how bad do you want it, then?"

you were in no position to beg to begin with, and mingi knew it. the lack of friction was driving you crazy, but when you decided to gyrate your hips to seek out the pleasure, mingi pinned your hips down to the ground. his hand pressed into your belly, his eyes narrowing in an unspoken dare.

"tell me how bad, baby."

then he began to move his finger inside of you. at first, they were short strokes with him curling it every so often. his thumb had resorted to gentle circles against your clit.

though, when you hadn't spoken to oblige his request, another finger was added. you moaned softly as you were stretched out. usually, two fingers weren't enough to make you feel full. with mingi, however, it was just right.

he began to pull his fingers out of you, stopping just before he left you completely empty — only to thrust them back into you, bottoming out to his knuckles.

you let out a strangled cry, trying to press your knees together from the stimulation but the way mingi had you pinned made it impossible to achieve. he leaned into his hand, beginning to open you up with his fingers.

"please- fuck- mingi!" you managed, throwing your head back at the pleasure.

"there you go, y/n, i knew you could beg for it." mingi's eyes were trained on his hand, watching as your pussy swallowed his fingers up. "i make you feel so good, don't i? look at how wet you are."

you nod fervently, clinging onto every word that left his mouth. "please, mingi... i-... i need you so bad. so bad." you weren't meaning to babble so mindlessly. everything about this situation had your head reeling.

"good fucking girl." he punctuated every one of his words with deep thrusts of his fingers into you. you knew that if he kept it up at this pace, you wouldn't last much longer; even more so when he used his free hand to massage your clit.

the familiar heat began to pool in your stomach. every nerve was alive, your skin crawling with electricity. "m... mingi, i'm so close..." your eyes screwed shut as you tried your best to postpone the impending orgasm.

mingi was a man on a mission as he began to mouth at your breasts through your shirt. you pulled it up and out of the way, pushing your bra down so that your breasts were bare. his eyes drank in the sight of you as more of your body was exposed. he was a starving man sat before a feast. his plush lips closed around one of your nipples, sucking it between his teeth and rolling it between them. you cried out, your hands finding their way into mingi's hair and tugging at it.

the heat licked at your belly and spread down to your thighs as your climax closed in on you. you tried to warn him, but you were only left with your jaw slack as your orgasm rocked your body. stars studded the corners of your vision as your muscles tensed.

mingi fingered you through your orgasm, cooing sweetly into your ear as you rode your high. "you're so beautiful, all for me. all mine. you belong to me."

he didn't give you much time to recuperate from your previous orgasm before he was doffing his pants and sliding his own boxers down his thighs. with how hard he was, you could only imagine the restraint he was using before.

nothing could have prepared you to see that mingi was well endowed. you were grateful for him opening you up earlier, as you were unsure if he'd fit at all. you weren't clueless when it came to sex, but none of your previous partners were quite as big as be was.

he turned to grab a throw pillow off of the couch, motioning for you to bridge your hips. once you did, he slid the pillow beneath you. "there you go." he squeezes your bare thigh in reassurance.

your skin was warm and damp from the exertion from your previous orgasm. your pussy ached to be filled again, and you could only press your legs farther apart as mingi grasped the base of his cock and dragged his tip between your drenched folds. you shiver under his touch, especially when the head of his cock teased your hole.

mingi knew he was on borrowed time. he wanted to get inside of you before he went off like a shotgun, seeing how turned on he was from watching you come undone all over his fingers; yet, he wanted to savor the moment as long as he could. he wasn't quite convinced that this wasn't another wet dream of his. to wake up now would be so unbelievably cruel.

he eased himself into you, eyes oscillating between your pussy and your face. above all else, your safety was his main priority. every cry and whimper was a sign for him to stop, and wait until you gave a signal that you had acclimated to him stretching you out. eventually, he hit the hilt of his cock. his hips pressed against yours as he leaned forward to capture your lips in a kiss.

you caught his bottom lip between your teeth, tugging on it and watching as it snapped back into place. from here, you realized how beautiful that mingi truly was. his bone structure and perfectly pouty lips, and eyes that could pierce right through you.

those pouty lips were drawn into a soft smirk when you pulled away from the kiss. you nodded and shifted your hips, giving mingi the go-head to start moving.

his movements were slow and careful. his honeyed gaze boring a hole straight through you as he watched you take every inch of him. you sucked in a sharp breath through your teeth, but soon the pain dissolved into wanton pleasure and need. you wrapped your legs around him as his tempo began to increase, motivating mingi to speed up.

soon, the only sounds that filled the apartment was skin against skin, and how when he angled his hips just right, turned your individual moans into high pitched whines.

mingi straightened his posture, only to grab your hips and pull you into each thrust that he delivered to you. he was desperate to feel you, desperate to get your walls to remember the shape of him. his eyebrows were knitted together with focus. a bead of sweat trailed from his forehead to his jaw.

"gonna split you in half if i have to," he muttered between heavy pants. "you're mine, y/n."

you had clamped a hand over your mouth to muffle the cries and moans that tumbled from your lips. you were sure that you'd get a noise complaint from the apartment complex tomorrow. the way mingi had you positioned made it so that with every stroke of his dick, he was ramming right into your g-spot. you blinked away tears that threatened to spill as you took what he gave you.

"do you hear me? mine." he was starting to get sloppy as he neared his own orgasm. he pressed your thighs up against your chest as he drilled into you, chasing his own orgasm. "fuck- mine. mine, mine, mine." he chanted the word like it was a mantra.

your core was tightening in another climax.

"mingi... please- i'm yours—.." you mumbled between whines and hiccups. "'m gonna cum,"

mingi's hand returned to your belly, pressing into it and earning a yelp from you. feeling his cock as it fucked you open was overstimulating. all you could manage to do was whimper and writhe beneath him.

"are you going to cum all over– fuck..– this dick? cum for me, pretty girl."

as soon as you tipped over the edge with your own orgasm, mingi's followed suit. his whole body stiffened as he came, a shiver wracking his spine as a pinched moan escaped him. your head was still swimming with pleasure as mingi stuffed you full of his seed.

you both sat still for a few moments following, the two of you catching your breaths. mingi eventually slides out of you, leaving you feeling oddly void inside. he stood, and your gaze followed him as he disappeared into the back of your apartment. once he came back, he had fixed his clothes to cover himself once again. he was carrying a warm washcloth that he used to help you wipe yourself clean.

he joined you in the floor again, laying on his side so that his torso was pressed against your side. he peppered gentle kisses along the side of your face, carefully brushing strands of hair back into place. your body was heavy, and your eyes were half lidded from physical expenditure that took place. you turned to snuggle into mingi's chest, draping an arm over his side.

"mingi." you decided to break the silence, not yet leaving the cover of his chest to meet his eyes.

"yes, y/n?"

"i love you, too. so much. forever." the confession felt natural on your tongue. only then did you decide to tilt your head back to look at him. he wore a goofy smile on his face, now wearing his own flush on his cheeks at your revelation.

"forever." mingi echoed, drawing you into his embrace once more. you welcomed his warmth. when you nuzzled your face into him, his scent wrapped around you.

you could get used to this.

[fbfh]

older!logan x reader hcs

wc: 1.6k

genre: age gap, sort of sugar daddy logan

warnings: big (but legal) age gap, logan is early 40s reader is like early 20s, brief odette mention, logan is a killer lawyer, rory kinda traumatized Logan lol, I haven't finished gilmore girls or ayitl yet so don't come for me lol, logan is obsessedddddddd with reader, mildly smutty, mentions of marriage and proposals, your relationship progresses really quickly

summary: you were reading in a coffee shop when a charming gorgeous much older guy decided to strike up a conversation. little do you know that within a very short time that same charming stranger will know your dress size, your shoe size, and your ring size.

song rec: off to the races - lana del rey

a/n: the choke hold older logan has on me..... euthanize me at this point lmao

tags @yesv01 @magcon7280

As with all nsfw works, all characters are aged up to 18+ (like way over 18 in logan’s case lol)

That being said jesus christ let’s dive right into the brain rot

First things first, a little more about Logan

He’s in his early 40’s and aging like a fine goddamn wine

MEGA MEGA dilf vibes

After the whole millions of dollars sunken into a bad investment in his family’s massive media conglomerate mishap, he still faced a lot of pressure to join the family business

But with Rory rejecting his proposal, he felt so fucking down and beaten up by life

He just had two massive blows to his ego back to back

And he needed a win

Then the strangest thing happened 

He just got back from another late night of partying with his friends and switched on the tv so he wouldn’t have to fall asleep with his thoughts, and some random movie was playing

The girl in the movie is at dinner with her boyfriend and thinks he’s going to propose, but he breaks up with her instead

It hits a little too close to home and Logan’s about to switch it off

Then she decides to go to law school to prove herself

He finds himself getting more and more invested in this movie, relating more to Elle with every scene, and by the morning he confronts the idea he’s been shoving away for too long so he doesn’t rock the boat

He talks to his dad and they decide Logan will go to law school, but remain a prominent board member and shareholder of the family company

Mitchum is surprised by how responsible and well thought out Logan’s plan is

He’s forging a path to a very lucrative field - one Mitchum can tell he’s going to be very successful in - while still staying involved enough in the family business 

So Logan goes off to law school, and 20 years later he’s a total shark 

He’s a prestigious, expensive lawyer with a reputation for never losing and a long streak of killing it with really high profile cases

Now the Huntzberger name carries all the weight and power of his father’s media reach, and Logan’s success in the courtroom 

He’s excelling 

And he’s excelling enough to keep his family out of his personal life for a while 

He’s living the bachelor life until he hits 40

That’s when his parents decide it’s really unacceptable that he’s still not married 

So they tell him if he doesn’t get married soon they’ll arrange something

Some french heiress or something 

And Logan finds himself right back where he didn’t want to be

And then, like a gift from god, he sees you

Like I said in my initial drabble, Logan first saw you in a cafe reading some dusty novel no one actually reads like war and peace or crime and punishment or something

He's seen people your age do that before, reading complicated stuffy literature to seem smart and make some pretentious English class commentary that barely makes sense 

So he calls you on it

"War and Peace, huh?"

He’s expecting you to say something fake and pretentious

Some bullshit fake deep pseudo intellectual shit

But you look up at him, only pausing for a moment before you speak

You’re surprised to see such a gorgeous guy in a little cafe like this

Especially one that seems interested in talking to you

And god, the way you talk about it

The way your eyes light up

It takes him by surprise

He's not just interested

He's invested 

You start talking and realize that you've been talking for way longer than you expected to

And he wants more

He wants to know more about you, wants to see you sweet smile and hear your cute little laugh when he says something charming or compliments you

So he takes you out to dinner, his treat 

He guides you out the door and into his Porsche with his hand on your back 

It's a subtle gesture but it makes your stomach flip 

Then he buckles your seat belt for you

If you weren't sold before you sure are by now 

So he takes you to this nice fancy restaurant, wines and dines you, and he is laying on the charm thick

"Oh, come on. A pretty young thing like you must have a boyfriend."

"Really, you have excellent taste.”

You don’t miss the way he’s been eyeing you all night

And he doesn’t miss the way you squeeze your thighs together when he touches your face or plays with your fingers

One thing leads to another and after he pays the bill and leaves a generous tip, you find him ushering you back into his porsche

And yet again he closes your door for you and gets you all buckled in

This time when he drives his hand rests on your knee

He thinks he can handle this

He’s the biggest whore on the east coast /affectionate 

Then you grab his hand and move it up your thigh

There’s no going back now

He’s in just as deep as you are

Before you know it you’re tearing off each other’s clothes

His lips are all over you and motherfucker does he know what he’s doing

He worried for a moment he might have lost his edge

But as he lays you down into his big soft bed, your skin touching his silky sheets for the first time

But definitely not the last

As he finally touches you and feels how wet you are for him

He knows he didn’t peak in college

“Shh, listen,” he says between kisses that make you feel dizzy, “you’re gonna tell me if it’s too much for you, can you do that?”

You nod while he holds your face in his big hands

“You gotta say it,” he chuckles at how sweet you are, how well you respond to him, “use your words, baby…” 

You manage to choke out a desperate yes between kisses that makes his stomach twist

And that is the very beginning to your intense affair with Logan Huntzberger 

He’s desperate to see you again

He sends flowers and a dress and a gorgeous necklace to your apartment

And not the normal amount of flowers

The Logan amount of flowers

So a lot

And you can’t believe your luck finding a hot rich older guy that’s so into you 

You really like this attention

Your daddy issues are SCREAMING

And Logan likes having someone as gorgeous and intelligent and into him as you are

And he wants to do this right

But he’s rapidly approaching the deadline his family set

He doesn’t want to scare you off

GOD that’s the last thing he wants

But he is terrified of proposing and having it end up like it did the last time

Eventually he works up the nerve to talk to you about it 

He’s explaining everything to you while you pay your bills 

But it says they’re already paid

And your credit cards are paid off

And your debt has just disappeared

Even your student loans are gone

And there’s a fat deposit in your checking account 

He paid off all your debt and didn’t tell you

By the time he’s done explaining that you basically either need to get married asap or you can’t see each other anymore he still hasn’t brought it up

And you realize he’s not going to

He didn’t pay your bills to guilt you into anything

He’s not holding it over your head

He’s taking care of you

And all you’ve ever wanted is someone who will take care of you

Logan is surprised when you agree

But he’s even more surprised at how fast you agree

You sit in his lap and end up rambling about how much you love him, how you don’t think you’ll ever find anyone you like as much as him or anyone that treats you as well as he does

To no one’s surprise the conversation ends with him taking you on every surface of your apartment

Hours later you’re cuddling naked on your couch, resting your head on his muscular chest and listening to his heartbeat

“So like… are we engaged now?” you ask looking up at him

He laughs sweetly

“No, not yet. I have to actually propose first.”

You think back to your conversation earlier when you first said you’d want to marry him

“So that didn’t count before?”

His heart breaks at how little you ask for

“No, that didn’t count.” He kisses your head, “I’m going to take you out somewhere nice, give you a proper proposal, with a nice ring.”

You get butterflies thinking about it

You can’t believe how much he does for you

How much he wants to do for you 

You’re quiet for a moment, and he can feel you smiling into his chest

“...Okay.” 

Your voice is so small and bashful, and he can hear you suppressing a flustered giggle

Fuck he can’t get enough of you 

He laughs and pulls you closer, grabbing your chin and makes you look up at him so he can kiss you 

You fall asleep in his arms

And you think that you won’t mind being married so young if it’s Logan you’re marrying

Logan is looking at you with so much love and adoration

And right before he falls asleep 

He thinks that maybe it’s not too late for him to find love after all

[apricotgojo]

—★ wrong number ! s.g

summary: an au in which college nerd!Satoru accidentally sends nudes to the wrong person - you!

tags: NSFW, big dick gojo, college au ! , gojo is a hot loser in this, kind of a crack au too, swearing, eventual smut <.<, mentions of substance abuse.

—★

[idiot #1] guys 🧍🏼‍♂️

[idiot #1] i did an oopsie

[idiot #1] HELP

[idiot #1] NOW

[idiot #1] PLS

[idiot #2] ??

[idiot #2] it is 3am

[idiot #1] i fuckwd uppp

[idiot #2] whats new

[idiot #1] stfuuu im serious sug

[idiot #1] imso akmakama

[idiot #2] words pls

[idiot #1] i sent nudes to the wrong person

[idiot #2] 💀

[idiot #2] COMMON SATORU L

[idiot #1] i hate u

[idiot #2] HOW AND WHO

[idiot #1] i was supposed to send it to a number and i think i she gave it to mw wrong idk im freaking ouyt

[idiot #2] so ur telling me

[idiot #2] u sent nudes

[idiot #2] on imessage

[idiot #1] yes?

[idiot #2] youve never sent nudes before have u

[idiot #1] …

[idiot #2] HAHAHHAHAHHHAHAHHH

[idiot #2] bro for a astrophysics major ur dumb as fuck

[idiot #1] I HATW YOU

[idiot #1] *HATE :(

[idiot #2] who were u gonna send them to tho 👀

[idiot #1] Yume 🧍🏼‍♂️

[idiot #2] say sike rn

[idiot #1] bro i went up to her at sukunas party and she told me that if i send her a nude then she’ll go out w me idk i was high

[idiot #1] n i think she wrote her number wrong

[idiot #2] im gonna hold ur hand when i say this

[idiot #2] you got played

[idiot #1] fuck

[idiot #1] fUCK

[idiot #1] i sent a video instead too

[idiot #1] my face doesnt show tho js my dick

[idiot #2] OH GOD

[idiot #2] WHAT DID THW OTHER PERSON SAY ?

[idiot #1] well

a cock was on your screen.

a huge, veiny, somewhat pretty, cock was on your phones screen as it laid across the floor to where you’ve thrown it.

when you saw an imessage notification saying:

[video attached] ;)

from an unknown number - your first thought was that it was some type of scam, since recently everyone and their mom has been receiving shady text messages from unknown numbers.

so you ignored it and went back to bed rotting and binge watching ‘Gilmore Girls’.

You were also still high from the joint you shared with your dorm mate, Shoko, and perhaps that could’ve been a factor as to why all of a sudden a little voice popped inside your head and told you to open the message.

Something told you that this wasn’t a scam - if it was, they would usually use a foreign number or pretend to be a local bank asking you to confirm your card details via fucking imessage.

but this number was a local one, so the thought of it being a scam subsided - although it was still in the back of your mind.

you tapped on the notification and you’ve been faced with a video attachment and a winky face.

The thumbnail was of a males lower torso, wearing a black compression shirt and baggy grey sweatpants. The male seemed to be in a dimly lit room and the only source of light shining on him was either from a computer screen or a TV.

You press play on the video and instantly you realize that this was definitely one of those lame jumpscare videos where as soon as the subject pulls down his pants, some form of demon appears on the screen.

with furrowed brows you watch as the video starts, instantly noting the faint music in the background - the song was familiar to you, it sounded like it was ‘The Weeknd’.

-‘okay, taste’ you mentally note.

Your eyes instantly dart down to the mans lower half, your eyes oogling the imprint of what you assumed to be his dick through his grey sweatpants.

‘fake as fuck’ you mutter out loud.

a pale, veiny hand reaches over to play with the waistband of his sweatpants in a teasing manner - long fingers hooking around it and slowly moving across.

you couldn’t help the little smirk forming on your lips as you prepared for the inevitable jumpscare that was going to display across the screen and you waited patiently - curious to see what they’re going to show.

a deep sigh comes from the male in the video as his other hand moves to palm his ‘cock’.

you could see his muscles twitch beneath his compression shirt and your eyes scanned across his figure.

whoever the guy in the video was - he was really fucking hot.

well, at least his body was.

His two big hands were now on the waistband of his sweatpants and your body tensed up to prepare for the demon to pop out on the screen and ruin the fun.

until it didn’t.

and as he pulled down the waistband something did jump out.

his cock.

it sprung out of his sweatpants.

and you screamed and threw your phone across the room.

you were not expecting that - not one bit.

who the fuck would send you that?

you place a hand on your chest to feel just exactly how hard your heart is beating - practically booming in your ears at this point.

it was a jumpscare after all.

As you calmed your breathing, you realize that the video is still playing and your ears perk up to the sound of heavy breathing and soft moans.

your head slowly turns to your phone - which was face up on the floor. Your head heavy with thoughts of who it could be.

maybe it was a prank? - you did joke with Shoko about how bad you needed to get dicked down today..

but no - it couldn’t be. Shoko was passed out on the couch. You were sure of it.

you walk towards your phone, gnawing on your lower lip as you stare at the screen.

he was going at it alright - and the fucked up thing was that you just couldn’t look away.

You marveled at how his cock managed to stay upright against his stomach - it looked so heavy, so fucking big. You’ve never looked at a dick before and thought ‘wow this is a really nice looking penis’ but low and behold - you were practically drooling at how delectable it looked.

he was stroking his own length, smearing the spewing pre-cum all over it until it was fully coated with his own slick. your hungry eyes were fixed on the movement of his hips, rolling in such an intimate way as he fucked his own fist for the camera.

the faint background music, his labored breathing mixed the sound of squelching were all buzzing through your ears and that plus the absolute sight of him made your thighs squeeze together as you watched him from above the ground.

the somewhat trance you were in was interrupted by the buzzing of your phone on the floor. Your eyes dart up to the top of the screen and you see a text from that same number;

[unknown] ???

[unknown] u there?

a shudder runs down your body and you quickly reach down to snatch your phone from the ground, eyes wide at the new text messages.

your thumbs were shaking as you thought of what to reply with - scratch that, you debated on even replying at all.

after a few minutes of typing and deleting and staring at the wall until your mind stops being blank, you muster up a reply ;

[you] who is this?

after around 3 minutes you receive a reply;

[unknown] is this yume?

oh god-

it hit you like a giant double decker bus.

this mother fucker accidentally sent a nude to the wrong number.

but also - you wondered who the fuck sends nudes on imessage anyways?

[you] no

[you] how did u get my number?

seen

he really took his time to reply - you assumed that it’s probably because he has just realized that he accidentally sent a nude to the wrong person.

any normal person would be freaking out right now - you sure as hell would be.

[unknown] wrong number

[unknown] sorry

that little voice in the back of your head popped up again, 'i think this might've been the right number'

[unknown] ignore the vid haha

[you] ...

[unknown] fuck

[you] its ok

[unknown] im so sorryy that i've traumatized u whoever u are

[you] im an 80 year old woman

[unknown] IM SORRY

[you] better be u almost gave me a stroke

[unknown] NOOOO 😭😭😭😭

[you] jk im not 80 but u did almost give me a stroke

[unknown] oh thank god

[unknown] not THE STROKE PART

[unknown] THE YOU NOT BEING AN OLD WOMAN THAT IVE JUST TRAUMATIZED

[you] nice cock btw

[unknown] thank you? seen

you left it at that. That last message you sent was a result of the marijuana and the lack of sleep in your system - you swore. but you decided to troll the man a little bit for ruining what was supposed to be a 'cute self-care night' before you returned to campus again on Monday.

Shoko swore that she was still high in the morning when she woke up to see that her two best friends blew up the group chat while she was asleep. she barely had the energy to scroll as she sipped her coffee and lit up her morning cigarette on your shared balcony - but she did and she was sooo glad for that.

"fucking dumbass" she muttered under her breath as she read the group chat, shaking her head because she couldn't possibly believe that Satoru was that stupid to send a nude the wrong person. and on imessage too. so she wrote in the group chat;

[MOTHER] @ Idiot#1 L

"good morning." You say from behind her as you plop onto the chair next to her "The weirdest thing happened last night."

She put her coffee mug down and rubs her eyes, "i didn't even realise that i passed out last night - what happened?"

"someone sent me a nude by accident last night - like a whole ass video too"

Shoko's eyes widen at your words. no fucking way. Her lips curl into a small smirk as she took a drag from her cigarette.

"oh really?"

◡̈

a/n - pt 2 coming soon ! ;)

[roadkillremi]

This has been rotting my brain… Randy with a bimbo-ish reader, like they are so so smart and nerdy at the same time, but Randy doesn’t know that and reader really likes him… but he doesn’t get why?!?! And imagine it took place at stu’s party (minus the ghostface) and AGHHHHHHHH 🧍‍♀️🤭

Ooo! I love it!

Bullshit

Randy Meeks X F!Reader

MasterList

Warnings : language, Randy has a small perverted moment, mentions Sex, Underage Drinking.

Summary : the ask above.

Randy tried not to be fooled by your pretty clothes and makeup. He imagined you woke up at 5am to get ready to look that good. You looked like those girls that would date jocks and get impregnated by graduation. Though he never saw you flirt or date a jock ever.

It all started at Stus party, you decided to stay with Randy. Tatum and Stu were busy doing God knows what. Which was most likely having sex.

"I think you'll like this one" Randy said pushing the cassette in the VHS player. You took a sip of a beer before placing it down on the coffee table. While bending down your white frilly tank top gave Randy the view of a lifetime. He stopped in his tracks staring, he swallowed clearing his dried throat.

"It.. uh has Jamie Lee Curtis in it from-"

"Halloween, The Fog, Terror Train, and My girl." You said sitting back up. Randy nodded a bit impressed, "Yeah. You know you're movies.".

"Duh. I have a life outside of school, y'know." You said. Randy sat down next to you. Some other people wandered in with some popcorn. Randy ignored them knowing they wouldn't care about the movie.

"Do you know if we have a test this Monday?" You asked Randy while watching the TV. Randy shrugged, "No fucking clue. I hate environmental science anyways."

"It's not that bad. It's just depressing.". You said leaning your head on the couch cushion. You looked at Randy's side profile studying his face. You bit your lip, "I prefer Carpenter movies. Or just a good fantasy movie..". Randy looked over, "Wait you.. you know who Carpenter is?".

"Yeah." You said smiling, Randy turned to face you.

"Escape New York is one of my favorite movies.". You said. Randy smiled, "You're the first person I met to know what that movie is.". You shrugged, "What can I say? I'm pretty amazing." You said playfully. You leaned your head on Randy's shoulder.

"This okay?"

"Yeah." He crooked. You smiled, you tried to focus on the movie. Randy's echoing heart beat fastened, you slowly moved inches closer. Your bare thighs against his denim covered ones. He squirmed not knowing what to do, his face completely red. Tatum and Stu ran down stairs quickly, "Stu it wasn't funny!" She yelled.

"Come on, babe!" He ran after her.

"Y/N say bye. We're leaving." Tatum said grabbing her purse. You nodded, "Bye Randall. See ya at school.". You kissed his cheek before getting up to leave. with Tatum. Stu looked at Randy before ruffling his hair.

"She's totally into you!" He said with a wide smile. Randy blankly looked at Stu, "Shut up!".

You walked into the video store giving Randy a wave. Tatum was with you and headed straight for the rom-coms. You'd glanced at Randy and then looked at Tatum. Tatum would playfully push you, you'd whisper to her. Randy kept glancing over watching you. Your pink skirt riding up when you'd stretch to the bottom shelf. He looked away trying to focus on restocking the movies. A small tap on his shoulder stole his attention.

"Randy." Tatum said trying to pull him back to earth. He looked over at her, "Yes?". She smiled, "Uh, Y/N kinda has a crush on you.". Randy sighed and kept restocking, "Tatum what did I tell you about trying to set me up with people?".

"No! She likes you! And she's a total nerd like you! She just has great fashion sense." Tatum said smiling. Randy shook his head, "Yeah, okay. Did Stu put you behind this? Or some Jock guy that likes her? Because I'm too exhausted to get pranked today.". Tatum scoffed, "You're such an idiot! A girl finally likes you and you can't handle it!". Randy chuckled, "Bullshit!". Tatum stomped away from Randy. He watched her go over to you and whisper in your ear. Your face changed, you were no longer smiling. You looked at Randy a bit disappointed, Randy felt a knot in his stomach.

He tried to ignore you in the store and go to the break room. He sat in the cold metal folding chair, pondering. There was no way you liked him. It's not that he didn't like you, it was that you were way out of his league. The door to the break room opened, "Randall Meeks.". You stood in the door way one hand on your hip. Randy sat up, "Uh, yes?".

"Why don't you believe me?" You tried to sound angry and confident. You matched over in front of his chair.

"Believe what?"

"That I like you." You said softly. He watched your glossed lips frown. Randy looked down, "it's not you. It's just-"

"Billy and Stu prank you? A lot?"

"Yeah.". You shook your head, "I really do like you Randy. Billy and Stu can fuck it. And all the other "Jocks" that like me.". Randy's face turned pink from embarrassment.

"I'm sorry.".

"You better be. And you can make it up by taking me to the movies this weekend, got it?" You pointed at him. He nodded, "Yes". You nodded, "And I'll call you tonight. If that's okay.". You said softly.

"Id like that."

You smiled, before marching back out the door.

[rimunagenius]

fic idea Hannah Stuelke gets a girlfriend

Flowers

ʚ pairing: Hannah Stuelke x reader

ʚ word count: 2.3k words

ʚ warnings: RPF!! , language, nothing else other than ‘y/n’ being used once.

ʚ rimunagenius speaks: thank you anon for requesting!! sorry it took so long to get this out, i started from the bottom of my inbox and i’m going to work my way up, and yours was my first one!! I hope you like this, enjoy!!

| Masterlist | Women’s Basketball Masterlist |

You had been sick the last couple of days, being waited on hand and foot by your best friend Hannah. When she wasn’t at basketball practice or playing games, she was at your apartment, helping you recover to get you right again for your track season.

You had missed the last two meets and several practices, feeling so drained and weak, you couldn’t even get out of bed to support from the sidelines. So, you layed in bed, rotting away and watching movies and shows with Hannah.

“Are you seriously going to stay here with me all night long?” You looked at your friend, scoffing at her while she took amusement in your nasally voice, and the tissue hanging out of your nose.

“Yes. You need to rest, so whatever you want, i’ll help.” You could literally kiss her. You’ve never had a friend who did stuff like this for you before. Who was willing to risk getting sick to help you and make sure you got better.

“Oh my god. Hannah Stuelke, I could marry you.”

“Oh, yeah? When’s the wedding?” She smiled, as she got up to get another bottle of water for the both of you.

“Right now. Come kiss your bride.” You thought she was the cutest little giant to ever grace this planet. It didn’t help that Kate accidentally outed Hannah’s secret crush to you a week ago while you guys had been at the baseball game for Iowa—when you had inherently taken being not sick, for granted—It slipped. She didn’t mean to. You had confided in her, her being your cousin and all, and you mentioned that you thought Hannah was cute but didn’t know if she liked girls.

You were overjoyed to find out that she indeed, did like girls. Ever since then, you have been more flirty and so has she.

“Alright, bet.” She pretended to turn heel and make her way back to you, but then turned around, cheeks red, and wandered into the kitchen. You could barely see her through the open bedroom door.

“Booo! Hannah!! I hope you miss your layups tomorrow, and I hope the other team wins!” they don’t. You shouted, hearing her chuckle at your exclamations.

“How about you shut up, and get some sleep, grinch!” She shouted back, you gasped dramatically.

“I told you that in confidence, asshole!” You laughed before turning off the bedside lamp next to you. You shut the tv off, your LED lights being the only way you could see the look on Hannah’s face.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. I won’t bring up the grinch thing again.” She handed you the bottle of water, before she grabbed her blanket and turned towards the door.

“You’re not staying?” You asked meekly. You both agreed to have a sleepover tonight. Even though you were sick, she couldn’t say no. This was the fourth one this week.

“I am. I just don’t want to lay next to you, you’re dying. I don’t choose death, I choose basketball.” She wrapped the blanket around her, the ac making your apartment feel like the midst of antarctica.

“Oh, so you love basketball more than me? Okay.” You plopped down, throwing the comforter over your head.

“Yes. I actually want to play in the Big 10 tournament, not be sick as a dog in bed. Sorry, babe.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Go sleep on the couch then. Goodnight, love you.” You said, already drowsy.

“Goodnight drama queen, love you.” She closed the door, laughing as she heard you gasp at the playful insult.

The next morning, you felt better. Great even. The last four days of lying in bed, consistently taking medicine, and letting your body recover from the sickness worked. Hannah worked.

You got up, walking into the bathroom, finding a small note taped to the mirror. ‘Hope you feel better! I’ll see you later tonight after the game. Love you!’. You truly didn’t deserve this girl.

You sent her a quick text, thanking her for the note, and hopped in the shower. You decided you were going to crash the track practice today. You still weren’t up for running the whole practice, but a light warmup and maybe some of the conditioning would be okay. Plus, you’d attend the game at Carver, but you didn’t buy tickets on time and now they were sold out.

Before leaving, you had about two hours, so you threw all your blankets and sheets into the washer and dryer, ridding your room of any sickness. You opened the blinds, letting light in, cracking the window even.

You made yourself breakfast, and started to get ready. You didn’t know if it was the four days that she spent at your house, or just the recent closeness between you and Hannah, lack of separation thereof, but you couldn’t stop thinking about her. You already missed her and she’s only been away for three hours.

You wanted to tell her that you loved having her over all the time, all the hugs she gives you, the comfort and security she provides by just being near you. You wanted to make flirty jokes without having to pretend your joking. You wished you could just tell her how you feel since you know she feels the same way. You just wanted her.

You even told your teammate about it. You figured you should definitely ask her about trying to make the first move on Hannah since she made the first move on her girlfriend, Maya. Plus, she was the only one on the team that new about your infatuation with the 6’2” forward.

As you and Camila walked to your designated stretching and conditioning spot, you told her your situation.

“I don’t know what to do. I like her so much, but I have no idea how to tell her or show her without totally freaking her the fuck out.”

Kate and Camila listened to you and Hannah express the confusion and frustration of not knowing how to make the first move.

Kate and Hannah had mentioned it briefly in the locker room. Hannah shutting it down when the other girls walked in.

During stretching and pregame, Hannah and Kate were secluded and that’s when she voiced her frustration. Kate knew what it was like. She went through the same thing with her ex girlfriend, Sydney.

“Just be cool, and calm. Give her flowers, and be straight. Trust me, I know my cousin and she loves flowers. She loves the small but thoughtful gesture. Then, just ask her to be your girlfriend, I guarantee you, she won’t say no.” Kate reassured Hannah. Kate knew you best, and she knew that you didn’t need a grand gesture to express the love you had to share. Hannah nodded, taking the idea and saving it for after practice.

“Go straight for it. Definitely be straight up. Be like ‘Hey, I like you. Then bam, kiss her.” Camila was way too enthusiastic and unserious. You gave her an incredulous look, as you both stretched, instantly regretting asking her.

“Uh…how about I don’t..do that.” You continued to stretch your legs, balancing trying to do the flamingo.

“It worked for me.” Camila shrugged her shoulders. “Assert your dominance, it’ll work.” She nodded her head, a big grin on her face. She totally wasn’t joking.

“I’m not a damn dog, Camila. I don’t need to assert anything. What about if I give her flowers and just ask her to be my girlfriend? That would work, right?” You scrunched your eyebrows, hoping to hear a yes so you didn’t actually have to go with Camila’s plan.

“Oh, yeah. That could work too. Didn’t think about that one.” Camila looked at the ground, before giggling to herself.

“Of course you didn’t.” You shook your head and continued on with your practice. You were going to stop at trader joe’s later, buy Hannah flowers, and make her your girlfriend.

You didn’t know if it was the nerves or just the total blindsidedness of watching Hannah’s car pull into the parking lot, but you suddenly started to panic. You had been sitting by the window, on the phone with Kate. You were showing her the arrangement of flowers you were putting together for Hannah. Red and Blue tulips, signifying love and her being one of a kind, with some baby’s breath accents, for happiness. Tulips were her favorite so it was a no brainer.

“Oh my god, Kate! She just pulled into the parking lot.” You gasped as you looked out the window, dropping the freshly put together bouquet on the small coffee table.

“Are you spying on her?” Kate asked, laughing at your nervousness.

“No! You idiot! I’m just sitting by the window and she just so happened to park in the spot right in my view! I’m not crazy.” You pulled the curtain back a little, watching the car still run.

“Are you sure? You look a little crazy.” Kate asked, laughing silently while taking a facetime photo, the flashing catching your attention.

“Kate, i’m serious! Why hasn’t she turned the car off?” You looked through one more time, catching her car lights shut off, and the drivers side door open. “Oh shit! She’s getting out.” You grabbed your phone, walking over to the mirror hanging above the couch.

“How do I look?” You asked your cousin, after adjusting the crop top and shorts you were wearing, along with your hair.

“Like your about to not be single.” Kate winked, telling you to grab the flowers and call her back when you two were official.

“Okay, I love you, bye!” You shouted before hanging up the phone just in time to hear the lock turning. Hannah had been given a key to your place when you moved in a couple months ago.

You set your phone down, running to your room, and sitting on the bed. You didn’t want her to see you with the flowers right when she walked in, not wanting to be forced to ambush her with the question right away.

“Hey? I’m here!” Hannah shouted, putting her keys on the counter and sliding her shoes off at the door.

“I’m in the room! How was the game? Sorry I didn’t make it, I didn’t buy the tickets on time.” You were anxiously staring at the doorway, seeing her shadow move about the living room.

“No it’s okay, I know you’ll be at the next one,” You could hear her setting down her bag, as she was staying over again. Then you hear paper crinkling and was suddenly confused. What did she have that was making all that noise? “I need to talk to you, are you decent?” She asked, her shadow getting closer.

“Yeah, come in!” That’s when you saw her Hawkeye team jacket fill the doorway, noticing brown paper in her hand. That’s when you saw a bouquet of flowers.

Your hands tightened on her flowers, the anxiousness rising in the both of you. She stopped in her tracks, the sight of you and the flowers you were holding taking her by surprise.

“What are those for?” You both asked, questioning looks being exchanged between the two of you. “You first.” You said in unison again.

“Hannah.” You motioned for her to go first. You noticed the blush rising in her cheeks. She moved from side to side, not being able to stand still now that she was on the spot.

“Uh, I got these for you, obviously. Your favorite.” Pink roses and baby’s breath. You loved pink roses, as they resembled gentleness and love. Two things you prided yourself on in your social and romantic life. Plus you just loved the romantic aspect of roses. She handed you the bouquet, her nerves relaxing when she saw the awestruck look on your face. The small smile she loved now taking home on your lips.

“What for Hannah? They’re beautiful, thank you.” You smiled at her widely, your admiration for her only growing by the second. Hoping that she’d ask you what you wanted her to.

“Because a pretty girl like you deserves pretty flowers and someone who will always buy them for her, no matter the reason. I wanted to know if you’d be my girlfriend, y/n.” Her voice steady, her stance stilling, and her sincerity concrete.

You looked at her in awe. You had no words for how she made you feel in this moment. You couldn’t believe that this was your life. “Are you serious?” Your face was hot, and you were for sure that your face was turning pink by the second.

“Yes. Will you be my girlfriend?” Hannah’s nerves now coming back as you took a while to answer her question while you held the flowers she bought you.

“That’s so not fair!” You said as you set your flowers on the bed, still holding Hannah’s. Her face dropped, suddenly worried that she misread this whole thing and you did infact not want to date her. “I wanted to ask you first, dammit.” You laughed softly, still smiling wideyed at the tall girl in front of you.

She visibly relaxed, before relieved chuckling. You handed her the flowers, making sure she took them before you grabbed her face gently, rose slowly on your tippy toes, amd kissed her softly. “Of course I’ll be your girlfriend, Hannah Stuelke. I was beginning to think you’d never ask.” You smiled before you picked your flowers back up, and led you both into your kitchen.

She followed behind you, not saying anything. Starstruck at how you said yes to her, kissed her, and walked away like it was so normal. “Wait, youre my girlfriend?” Hannah asked, disbelief written all over her face.

“Yes, Stuelke. I am indeed, your very happy girlfriend.” You walked over, putting your flowers down on the counter, grabbing hers from her hands and putting them down right next to yours, and you grabbed her face again.

You stood in between her legs while she was seated at the island barstool in your kitchen, smiling stupidly wide at you. “Kiss me.” You whispered, smiling softly when her hands grabbed your hips, pulling you closer towards her.

She kissed you gently, the kiss itself being foreign to the both of you, but feeling so natural like you’ve been doing it forever.

[ihateapbiology]

good news

(Help this feels like the 1D fanfics 😭😭😭😭 but just roll with it lol.)

also kinda tw- kinda like some thoughts on religion/homophobia

You joked with your friends that your ex girlfriend had broken up with you two weeks before you were seeing Julien Baker to give you the “authentic experience.” You wouldn’t call yourself a super fan, you had found her through boygenius and just really connected with her music. Unfortunately you had been connecting a little too much with her music since your ex girlfriend had “realized she wasn’t queer” and that “God was calling her away from you.” You didn’t even feel mad just so sad. So you were ready to cry. You and your closest friends scanned in your tickets and meandered your ways to your seats. You were super close. You had wanted to look nice in case one of your friends wanted to post abt the concert and if your ex saw it…you wanted to look like you didn’t want to rot in bed. The concert was everything and more than you could’ve hoped for. Each chord resonated deeply within you, the lyrics hitting close to home. Her voice was raw, filled with an emotion that seemed to echo your own pain. Tears welled up in your eyes as you let the music wash over you. As you were crying you felt more emotions than you had let yourself feel in a while, your ex breaking up with you had unearthed some of your own religious wounds. Then you felt eyes on you, not one of your friends, you were mortified when you realized Julien was looking down at you. You briefly made eye contact before you looked away fast. The concert drew to a close and you and your friends started filing out. You quickly let them know you were heading to the bathroom.

The tears you had held back during the performance now flowed freely, a silent release of all the hurt you had been carrying, not worrying about how your friends would think.

“Hey,” a gentle voice broke through your sobs. You looked up, surprised to see Julien standing there, concern etched on her face. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah I just stubbed my toe really hard” you lie still sobbing.

She smiled a bit and walked next to you and sat. “Yeah did you stub your toe in the middle of my concert as well?” She says, making it known that she remembered the rather awkward eye contact you two had made.

“Alright you caught me.” You softly say. “People have said I’m good to talk to. If you want to.” She says.

You hesitated for a moment before nodding. She sat down beside you, her presence comforting. You found yourself opening up to her, sharing the pain of your recent breakup and how lost you felt. She listened intently, not interrupting, just offering a supportive presence.

When you finished, Julien placed a hand on your shoulder. “I’m so sorry you’re going through this. That..wow that situation literally sounds like what I’d write a song about. I want you to know that no matter what. No matter what a warped preaching of a religion built upon love says you are valid. What your ex did has nothing to do on you, nothing at all, no matter who she was with when she felt this she would’ve broken up with them. Just..allow yourself to feel you know.”

This unleashes more tears “thank you it was just so out of left field you know.”

You guys talk for a bit longer before she has to go finishing cleaning up stuff. “Hey do you live around here?” She asks.

“Yeah.”

“Well if you ever need someone to talk to about this I’m here..” she grabs a sharpie from her pants pocket and writes her number on your hand. “thank you that’s really sweet…you’re really sweet.” You shyly say.

She shrugs “I like helping gorgeous girls” by the look on her face she clearly didn’t mean to say all that much.

However you didn’t register that she had called you gorgeous until 3 hours later as you were watching TV and screamed to your friends.

Now the question remained…would you text that number…

[tadpal]

tagged by @georges-chambers !! hello!! i do love a tag game thank you sm!

Last Song/Album: last song was Freedom by Wham! on repeat... listen i don't want your freedom i don't want to play around i don't want nobody baby part time love just brings me down i don't want your freedom.... girl all i want right now is you...... (girl+dog (oc(? technically this is an emma jane austen adaptation that has gone too far.. yeah...)band) breakup arc... imagine george listening to this smoking a fag on a balcony like fucking ben affleck... i certainly am imagining it...

Favourite Colour: green!! all greens but greens! green IS the colour OF LOVE!!!!!!!!! ( <- could write a thesis on why this makes sense but. won't)

Last TV Show: mad men. but before that the expanse and before that chernobyl and before that the terror. hmm what do all these shows have in common (hello jared harris hi jared harris save me jared harris)(but in all seriousness he's a great actor and im having fun)

Last Film: Phantom Thread rewatch!!! yeah im doing aces. but it was for Research for a webweave i want to make.... god kiss me before i'm ill...

Last Thing I Looked Up Online: bataman actor (<-trying to type batman actor, couldn't remember ben afflecks name)

Relationship Status: uninterested and unimpressed and GO AWAY STOP THAT but also teehee yeah maybe okay like maybe you're my rotting gums but like in a casual way. fuck off (aromantic)(but that won't stop me)(<-bpd. favourite personing again 😒😔)

Current Obsession: the terror... the terror save me please the terror...

tagging: @mhaccunoval @duskodair @silvermagpies @courtjester69420 @courtjester42069 @pizza-hats-of-the-world-1882 @butchboromir @butchachilles

[imsparky2002]

Ghoul Squad - Monster Maniathon Commercial

(Two horror snobs, played by Wayhem and Delmar, have just finished watching a slasher flick, and are snarking as the credits roll.

Horror Snob 2: Man, the only thing scary about that film was the idea our generation could find it terrifying! Forget horrified, I was borrified!

Horror Snob 1: (Beavis and Butthead laugh) Nice one, dude. What should we watch now?

Horror Snob 2: I’ll just check out what’s on TV. (He scrolls to the Scream Network, and sees the Monsters of DuPont series is being shown back to back. They both groan.)

Horror Snob 2: Those stupid Ghoul Squad movies? How could anyone be scared of superheroes?

Horror Snob 1: God, those movies are so campy! How can anyone watch that drivel?

Horror Snob 2: (Joking) Watch out, you might anger them and face their wrath. (They both snigger when suddenly, lightning strikes, causing them to freeze)

Horror Snob 1: Dude…what was that?

(Mylentasma appears with a dramatic clap of thunder and an ominous measure on the organ)

Mylentasma: Mere drivel! Did you hear that, girls?

(The shriek of a bat is heard and with an eerie red mist filling the room, Jubella appears, transforming back when she reaches the ground)

(The boys scream once again as she flashes her fangs at them.)

Jubella: Zhey are bloody good flicks if you ask me!

(Rose Frankenteen bursts though the wall, cackling madly.)

Rose Frankenteen: A true spark of cinematic genius!

(The boys begin coughing as Alynis arrives in a small sandstorm. She points a rotting bandaged finger at them as scarabs crawl on the floor.)

Alynis: Give them a chance or suffer the pharaohs curse!

(Winlix swipes her claws in front of their faces, letting out a growl and showing off her teeth in a predatory grin.)

Winlix: You’ll be howling for an encore once you watch these films!

(Zhīzhū crawls on the ceiling and drops down.)

Zhīzhū: The power of movie magic has never been stronger!

(Kagami comes out of the TV, turning her head around and smiling eerily at the boys.)

Kagami: So don’t you dare change the channel!

Zhīzhū: And tune in to Scream Network's Monster Maniathon, all weekend long!

Jubella: Ve certainly vill!

(They all laugh as the horror snobs lie in fetal positions on the floor.)

Announcer: DuPont Monster Maniathon, only on the Scream Network!

So this is a fake commercial for an idea I had about the Ghoul Squad. Basically, during their last year at collège, Nino got an idea to make student films based on the Ghouls, with them gladly playing spooky versions of themselves. I’ll explain more in the future, but for now, here’s a funny intro to the whole thing. Thanks to Weeby for helping with dialogue! @artzychic27 @msweebyness 

[helreginn]

Disclaimer: If there is no verse for your muse’s given story/tv show/world etc, don’t be afraid to ask me about making an au or verse backstory for it for Hel! I’m always up for finding a way to accommodate our muses

*~*~*~*~*~* Main Verse ERAS*~*~*~*~*~*

Járnviðr:

Youngest of all her siblings, Hel spends her days in the Iron Wood running amuck with her brothers. She follows quite literally in her mother’s footsteps, trying to emulate the chieftain. Her father tells her stories of the worlds she will one day know. It’s a quiet life but it’s safe and peaceful. In her woods, amidst the trees and wolves.

Asgard’s Rule:

Hel is older. Not by much, but enough that she understands. Her powers have emerged and they have the potential to be more volatile and destructive than any other gift given god. The Æsir, now fearing the power of Loki’s family, stole her away from her safe haven. The horror that slew Narfi was intended for her too. But death is not so willing to die. As a last ditch effort to see her banished, they threw her into the underworld. Left her there to rot. To hide the embarrassment of being unable to kill all of Loki’s children, much less a little girl, they backpedaled. Fast. Pretended this had been the plan all along. For Hel had been raised to lead by her mother. She would surely be able to breathe new life into a forgotten realm. This realm, forged anew, would bare her name.

Helvíti:

Both ancient and still a child, Hel is angry at Odin, the Æsir and the worlds. The people of Hel have come to know it as such, but what comes after is a matter of who you ask. They would say it is a home, but to it’s queen a prison. Despite acquiescently stepping into the role of queen and caretaker, Hel became more than a little unhinged. About to unravel at any given moment.

Hel:

Throughout the realms, Loki and Angrboda’s monstrous daughter has been deified. Her plight is still shaky. Her powers have grown beyond her control and more than ever, the things she’s seen are wearing at her mental stability. Slowly - but surely - she is coming into her own. Even death needs training wheels, afterall.

Helheimr:

There is a readiness in her, a quiet calm captured in the heart of one that is motionless but never still.  It’s clear now who and what she is.

Ascension:

It’s time now, for all things to rest and for death to return to the worlds. Her time is done and the sentence passed. Sickbed holds her like a mother cradling her child. Though some of her family still lives, Hel herself is nearly gone.

*~*~*~* Alternate Realities *~*~*~*

Níðhöggr:

As they did often to women, and even still in some places today, Hel was given as a wife to one of the Æsir. Following in her parents’ footsteps, she bore him a monster. Barely formed scales and glowing eyes clouded the begrudged parents’ first sights of their son. In a rage of disgust and misunderstanding, Níðhöggr’s father threw him into the depths of Náströnd and kept Hel from him for years. As much as she did not love her husband before, the goddess regarded him with utter contempt and always mourned the loss of her son after. That is, until she learnt how to bring about sickness. An outright sudden death was far too suspicious, but illness gave her plausible deniability. He was dead by the next high moon and Hel returned to find her son.. changed but her love for him was in no way diminished.

I am become death (“Evil” AU):

Having fully embraced her affinities and giving up every ounce of care she has, Hel becomes something of a darker parody of herself. They punished her for monstrous acts, so monstrous she became. She kills for sport, and not with her gifts. No, that would make it too fast, too easy. Everything the Æsir feared, she will bring to fruition.

Switch Blade Attitude (Human AU):

Hel has been born anew. A human, unaware of the life she once led. A gift from those that would see her suffering end - If only for a single lifetime. She lives in a decent sized house in the woods with her parents, Ganglati and Ganglot. In this life, Hel’s into rock and band Tees. Science is where she excels. Attempting to understand things at their very core had always been her way. In all her lives. She studies hard in school and has many opportunities available to her. But mostly, she just wants to find the thing she cannot place. The thing that is missing. Family. A different family. Her real family. The memory of them could not be carried into her mortal life, but her soul could not forget. Despite this, she leads a happy life. There is so much of the world for her to see and experience. She dances ballet and plays guitar and makes friends all the time. Her parents love her and will not be taken away. It’s not what she had in her true life, but it’s good. She is currently attending USC’s Keck School of Medicine in progress towards her PHD in Biomedical and Biological Sciences and Master of Science in Stem Cell Biology and Regenerative Medicine. Her name is Helena Smith.

What could’ve-should’ve-would’ve been:

Odin adores Loki. They may not be brothers by birth but they are by blood. When a prophecy threatens to shake this bond, Odin puts his trust into his brother, that he will not let his children become what has been seen. Hel and her kin remain in the Iron Wood. Allowed to grow up and grow old. Her powers take a different affect as a result of being nourished and loved as she was supposed to. She is not only acknowledged as goddess of death, but also life - as she had always been. Wherever she goes, the air breathes easier, the plants are greener and everything is brighter. Death is still hers to command, but it is not all that she is known for.  Without the trauma of the Underworld and the loss of her family, her childhood, she is happy. She is bright.

*~*~* Pop Culture Universes *~*~*

American Gods:

*spoilers ahoy* Mr. Wednesday and Mr. World; The gods -new and old- align themselves behind these two men. And Hel couldn’t care less. She is more than a god. She is the physical embodiment of death. And as such, she is completely indifferent to either side of the coming war. It doesn’t hurt that Hel owes allegiance to both. And neither. Afterall, both sides were the side of her father, so she sides with the middle and the two.  In her down time, she wanders. Roams the worlds above her own. Mostly she keeps to herself. But there are times she is more easily found: The passing hours of twilight. Days when the sun is stolen by clouds. She tried to escape the gloom of Hel only to find herself more comfortable there. When other preternatural beings see her, she is happy to treat them as if they were of her own Pantheon. All that belonged are scattered and shadows of what they had been. So she clings to anyone or anything resembling her own kind.  Her pseudonym for the new gods is Ms. Hallow.

Disney’s Descendants: 

Hel is the human daughter of Hades *ba dum tss*. Life on the isle hasn’t been particularly kind to her. The days are long and the company isn’t good. She never dreamed of a life beyond her misery. Was almost certain being rescued by her father (and thus taken to the underworld) would be worse. When King Ben mandated Mal, Evie, Jay and Carlos be sent to Auradon a new hope was born. That she too might one day escape the misery indirectly earned by her parentage. ((I wrote this like D1 MAYBE D2. I don’t know if I’d keep this plot anymore having seen D3 but I’m more than willing to revisit it if any Descendant rpers would ask. :)))

God of War:

It is a weird time for Hel. Death has and will always exist; Second only to life. But Hel, daughter of Loki and Angrboða.. May not. And there she is anyway. Before those that were meant to come first. Hel knows her time is borrowed. She may be an echo of a maybe, almost, not quite potential thread. But she's not about to let that stop her causing confusion and mayhem in the meantime. She is maybe her father's daughter, afterall. {{ALT FC BECAUSE WE DO NOT ERACE POC IN THIS HOUSE!!}}

History’s Vikings / The Last Kingdom:

It’s easy enough to pose as a princess in an age where records are not as readily available. Her clothes are cleaner, she stands (despite her small size) taller and is educated far better than most. The name Áfríðr has become her mask, something to lure unsuspecting men, women and children into a false sense of security about her. Few all question her story. And why would they? With a handmaiden and manservant that rarely leave her side, jewels aplenty and a hubris only gods and royals possessed, who would disbelieve her story? Hel isn’t always subtle, there are those that have sight and can see her for who she truly is. She doesn’t mind so much, enjoys playing with their heads. She might sit too close to a fire, drink too much, act reckless with weapons or speak of things she shouldn’t know. But it rarely comes to anything. Her presence distorts things, makes a sane man mistrust his own mind. Anyone who does acknowledge her true identity, is welcome to speak openly with her. But dare they tell another who she is, her home will receive another soul. Word cannot spread that she is where she is, for the gods do not like a wandering death.

Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit/Tolkien:

Long before the first age, Hel lived peacefully in Valinor, among the Maiar and the Valar. Occasionally mingling with the Aratar. Namely Námo with whom she shared a duty. But.. not yet. Not until the age of men. Whereafter she was to take the dead and keep them in a place much more secret than the hall of Mandos. Manwë had told her that Eru in his wisdom believed that for the brevity of life to come, it was important for Hel to know them and experience their worlds a little more before she was ready to take them. Hel was never entirely convinced that was the reason she awoke so far ahead of her task but she was content growing into herself before she was tasked to look after others. As such, she had much time to wander and be merry. Befriending many of the Ainur. Her favourites among them were Nienna and Melian and Nessa - in no particular order. And she spent the bulk of her time between the hall of Mandos, the gardens of Lórien and the halls of Nienna. Much to several of the Aratar’s chagrin. When the elves awakened and Melian left for Middle Earth, Hel, having no true duty or home yet followed some time after. When Melian and Thingol became one with the trees, Hel did not worry and spent her time learning the ways of the elves and listening to the birdsong. Knowing her dear friend and -by this time- token of her affection, would return. And by the time she had, Hel had carved a place for herself, near to the door of night at the westernmost reaches of the world. By the time she found her friend once more they were both much changed. One a queen and protector and the other an unseen guide and keeper. She has a hall called Elvidnir back home and another much less grand and far more discreet in the forest of Neldoreth. It is hidden by a great magic. Only visible to those who are granted sight of it by Hel or Yavanna. It is where she stays when she visits her old friend in Doriath. When seen by others dwelling in the girdle of Melian, they might notice an unrequited affection there, between Hel and it’s guardian but it remains unspoken. Later, when all she knew in Doriath were gone, Hel befriends Annatar. Sauron, by another name. She knows he hides things but doesn’t mind. Much like Manwë, it is hard for Hel to see the evil in some people. And only time will tell if she chooses to follow his path of darkness when the time comes. For now she is happy just being old and secretive, watching the descendants of her loved ones thrive and bloom.

Marvel:

Hel - named ironically from the same source as her disinherited aunt Hela - is the daughter of Loki. She was something of a secret. Her adoptive grandparents Frigga and Odin knew of her but after a falling out with Odin nobody had seen her in some years. Weirdly enough it is Heimdall who keeps best track of Hel. He knows that she is still around, wandering in the shadows. ((This is a mini verse. And I would prefer if our threads were in any other verse if possible. Marvel is not kind to the rich stories of Norse legend at all {But so many of my favourite rpers are Marvel only so.. Needs must}))

Once Upon a Time:

Hel was born as Helena Harris, the daughter of a Knight in the Kingdom of Arendelle. Her father wanted her to know how to protect herself, so she’s handy with a sword. She was visiting a cousin in Misthaven when the first dark curse was enacted. In StoryBrooke, she was given a new life as Loretta Ealdwode; a full time nurse. When the curse broke, she continued to practice medicine, becoming a figure of safety to the patients under her care during so much chaos. The spell showed her that she was very good at being a carer. To the point she wanted a child. Which was not a hard people to come by, given all the kids left behind in the curse without parents. She fosters three, Liza and Charlie Dorwell and Tallulah Smith. She spends most of her spare time at Gran’s, helping her kids with their homework and keeping out of all this good/evil nonsense. When StoryBrooke became null and the fairytale characters returned to their world, she went home and did not get caught in the second curse. (that she can remember)

The Almighty Johnsons:

In the absence of Eva, Hel returned once more to the cosmic abyss in wait for the next potential god or goddess vessel to come of age. Idunn came first, as they knew she would and then Gefjun, Nótt and Sunna before it was Hel’s time to return to the mortal world. Charlotte Weiss. 21 and mostly alone. Her ceremony was most like Snotra’s. There was no Oracle to explain who she now was, no family or friends to support her in a change that she didn’t understand. There was only Hel. It took exactly 39 days for Charlotte to remember Eva. 39 days for Hel to show her. Hel’s life had been difficult enough before they sailed away, she would not allow her chance at humanity die again. It was not hard to track down the Johnsons and the other gods. No, the hard part was getting them to give her a chance. Ingrid was the first to welcome her with a smile. The rest, she is still trying to wear down.

The Mortal Instruments / Shadowhunters / The Infernal Devices:

Hel is a thousand year old Warlock. Her magic is a vivid purple and her mark is a pair of feathered wings. They are a pale grey, and small - serving her no purpose as they’re too small even to fly with. At one point (the one she refers to as her very lowest), she tried to carve the wings from her back. Thankfully, she was talked down by a kindly old woman who mistook her for an angel. She still bares a scar at the base of her shoulders. In the twenty first century, and given the evolution of Warlock culture, Hel grew more confident in her unique mark. Sometimes she dyes the tips of her wings different colours. Much like Magnus, she is cheeky and sarcastic but loyal to the bitter end. She happily follows Magnus’ rule as High Warlock of Brooklyn. Ruling isn’t something she’d willingly choose anyway. When needed, she fights well and to the bloody end.

The Vampire Diaries / Originals: 

As an unseen force behind many of the mystical tribulations faced by quasi mythic beings, Hel was there for most of it. When Qetsiyah created immortality, it was Hel that gave her blessing. Washed her hands of Amara and Silas’ fate. When Esther birthed a race of undying creatures, she was there. Listening. She is the unsung voice of others. To whom a witch calls when nature’s laws are being broken.  It’s only too easy to mistake her for a Vampire. Hel bears all the given traits; Stories of an age long past, inhuman abilities, immortality and the like. But there are no blackened veins beneath her ivory flesh. No fangs that fall from her mouth at the scent of blood. There is only the visage of a young woman, small and lovely. If not a human, the most reasonable thing to call her is a witch.

Supernatural:

The timeline’s a little hazy. Was Hel born before or after Gabriel pretended to be Loki? They both know but neither will say. As far as all are concerned she is his daughter and he is her father. The fact she is a Norse Goddess and in possesion of the same sliver of death as the pale horseman himself is really neither here nor there. She might not be the most welcoming to the other angels but she won’t hesitate to help them either. For her maybe father…

[magnificent-winged-beast]

I'm incommunicado.

Can't receive asks since the message thing of my blog died.

Can't reply to my own post.

It's been 1 month. I don't hsve followers or they are bots probably, because I only got two since December. Just the secondary blogs had this rush of bots following.

Don't know if the people I use to casually chat know that I don't have this feature.

Aparently, I can't send asks either. Or I'm probably with this "pissed by the tumblr Gods energy" that no one wants to reply to me, or even tag me.

It seems they are trying to smother this blog slowly and casually. Like being a drunk on the floor and they put a gigant sing upon my body that says: Don't bother, she likes being like this and probably will bite you if you help her. And are waiting for me to just stop breathing or chocke on my own vomit.

So let it die, let it rot. I hope this isn't a sign of this side of the fandom also dying and moving on with other things. I still and adict of all the art and shenanigans this fandom still has in it even if the show ended almost 3 years ago.

Personally, I still want this to be a blog for Castiel and Misha, even if it's like 100% Destiel and Cockles since 2020. I'm really looking forward for the GK thing.

But if I've been forced to evacuate here, and begin from the 200 followers on my other blogs of personal endeavors, I should leave now.

I've been sending a request to fix this to tumblr help once a week. Not even a mail in response or acknowledge of my existence so far.

From my 6 years of experience here, I think I'm far from relevant or desirable as an user, even if I purchase stuff, pay for the no ads thing. I assume that a single person from Bolivia does not mean a demographic they want to keep, and the amount of followers it has does not count as significant, neither this blog as a part of those 6 years in the tumblr ecosystem. Because of the mass migration from Twitter, I assume, that are overwhelming their servers. Loosing me it's probably a lint in their corporate belly buttons.

Funny thing is I try to convince me that this blog matters. Even if many other people leave this site deactivating their blogs and leaving a big hole in the fandom in my opinion. But me, just fading away, or tumblr just expecting I give up leave and forget this blog, so they magically solve the thing once I migrate to another user or platform. Isn't really a big deal in the great scheme of things. I don't think anyone will notice my disappearance. I'm no legacy or important blog.

In the mean girls universe, before the let's point the blogs that gaslight us to believe that OF COURSE DESTIEL WILL HAPPEN IN THE END, how you DARE to not trust us META minds that know Dabb is our personal Jesus Christ and savior. At first I hang out with with them, but then I renegate and became the usual Cas Stan that got the "Bitter" tittle because I knew they will not have the Cojones to make Destiel actually happen on the screen as a real and indiscutible situation, like a kiss or an open declaration of love that had to go BOTH WAYS.

So, my importance here is minimal. Other blogs where more active and spoke about this inner bullying in on our Heller community. How being a Clown that got many questions and wasn't that happy after watching Castiel go to Superhell and Dean just staying there looking sad, but didn't say anything at all, wasn't the promise land they preach.

I will always protest about the awful way Misha was used to bait his fan base to watch the worse two episodes in human TV history of that finale just hoping he'll be there... eventually (I was that fool, and I waited, and I waited, and I watched... THE HORROR 😱).

Anyways, because I know this post probably will go to tumblr hell like Castiel. And be there in the empty of promises and things we prefer to believe to not loose or Collective Clown minds when Jackles has the time and has the 133563323th question about that scene that confirms that Dean was being a Bro and Cas was being a Bro and all the thing was just in our heads and Cas never said I love you, or he said it but it was more like a: BRO, I LOVE YOU, BRUH.

I'll try to reach the Server Gods, plead for my oxygen and pray for the cause of this punishment not being just another antiheller pro Jarpiss that got all the time in the world, or enough friends to ask for my reporting as whatever they could just to put me in this position.

I rather want to believe this is like a rite of passage. For what I recall, many blogs of people who I love and enjoy had a temporal deactivation or this kind of things once or twice in their history. So, that gives me hope to think, opposite of what I explained earlier in this gigant mental fart of existence and relevance on the tumblresphere, I'm probably and finally being initiated in the ancient ways of torture to became and actual real blog in its own right.

I. Really. Prefer. To think. It's just that kind of things. Not the Tall one lovers and their obsession with a gigant 40s toddler.

Still I will always keep distance from them and their Incestuos ownership of the S*PN tag.

If this are my last words, and or post, I want to say:

VIVA COCKLES!

[bloodcoveredgf]

8 shows to get to know me ^_^ tagged by @womanroy tyty!! ily (im also tagging anyone that wants to do this!)

1. buffy the vampire slayer of couuursseee.... my show forever & ever

2. Um... new girl its one of my most rewatched shows ever except for like cartoons/stuff from my childhood its such a comfort show for me and nothing makes me laugh harder or soothes my weird little brain more i think..

3. hart of dixie for similar reasons as ^ its just... very comforting ive also rewatched this one the most like all the way through 8 or 9 times.. it Does Something to my brain and has been a favorite of mine since forever!! very silly and so bad its good. its like coming home

4. hannibal of course !! this show is soooo... its part of me forever its incredible its life changing its one of those shows that makes me genuinely insane in both negative and positive ways and shaped me in ways..

5. dare i say it.... dare i even utter it..... supernatural. Especially liiike seasons 1-7-ish though because i stopped fully watching during like s13 or something and have those special little seasons that are really sooo.... sooo.. ugh.. ill be taking no further questions at this time

6. also. GODDD.... teen wolf i wont apologize for this one even though this show is like. objectively insane and so awful at times it rots my brain and makes me ILL but ive gotta include it its too special to me and one ive went back to time and time again

7. chowder.... just a very silly fun good cartoon ive loved since forever & ever definitely shaped me in ways and has my exact type of humor its funnyhfkjdhf and is a comfort show to put on when i need that

8. H2O: just add water Literally shaped me in so many ways you have to understand.... like it was my hyperfixation as a child for so long i wanted to be a mermaid so bad like when i was little id pray for it and get upset at god for not turning me into a mermaid. id tell everyone i was a mermaid. i watched this show so many times. id come home from school and watch it for hours sitting right in front of the tv literally not moving or talking or blinking. i had a crush on all of the girls... its a part of me forever & ever and im not ashamed to say ive rewatched it recently its Good

[alethiometry]

Rules: list eight shows for your followers to get to know you better.

Tagged by @aeide!

1. black sails. OBVIOUSLY. it's got everything. drama, intrigue, ocean gays, lying little wet rat twinks, anti-colonialist uprisings, caribbean history, grimy period-appropriate costumes, heartbreak, monologues, toby "saturday chillin don't fuckin @ me i'm chillin" schmitz calling himself daddy. everybody slays absolute cunt. it is THEEEE most perfect show ever created.

2. parks and recreation. rewatching p&r is an interesting experience because it was such a product of obama-era liberal america and the optimism just oozes out of every scene. also we don't like crisp ratt anymore. but it's also so genuinely funny and heartfelt and comforting! this show had a massive impact on my sense of humor, as well as i think framed failure in such a positive light: every character failed drastically at something over the course of the show, but through caring for each other were able to pick themselves back up and never let their shortcomings define them. i first watched it at a point in my life where i really needed that, so it has always stuck with me.

3. leverage. my comfort show to turn to when living in a post-capitalist hellscape that continues to reward billionaires for their moral bankruptcy while shitting on everybody else gets too depressing (so… like every day). is it campy and unrealistic? yes. do i care? no. sometimes you need escapism via direct action, heist hijinks, and extreme displays of bisexuality. also aldis hodge is one of the most beautiful human beings on planet earth.

4. supernatural. yeah yeah it's the hehe destiel meme show. but it was also tons of fun to watch every week, the worldbuilding started out fantastic (and then got progressively more and more insane), i think it's really the epitome of "really cool ideas with mostly lackluster execution". the bloody mary episode remains one of my favorite episodes of tv ever, and the fandom drama just keeps giving! i also met some of my dearest friends through the fandom, so maybe the real destiel love memes were the friends we made along the way.

5. twin peaks. the only show that made me so insane i went and got a tattoo of it. impeccable vibes, the experience of watching s3 and then memeing about it on reddit with everyone else who were all equally confused is an experience that will never be replicated.

6. love island uk. listen. fucking listen. i don't want this show to be listed here any more than any of you do, i'm sure. absolute bottom of the barrel brain rot that consumes my life and brings my workday to a grinding halt (thank you timezones) for the 2 months that each season is running. i absolutely have nothing good to say about love island uk other than it's sometimes really funny, usually unintentionally. but iain stirling's voice and those stupid neon pillows/beanbags and atrocious cursive font and catchphrases have wormed their way into my brain and nothing short of a complete lobotomy can remove it.

7. how to get away with murder. this wouldn't even be on here if saff and i didn't go on an insane binge of all six seasons last fall. but since we did… here we are. michaela pratt is an icon and has never done anything wrong ever in her life and i will die on this hill.

8. cunk on earth. this is probably recency bias speaking but oh my god i adore this show. it is exactly my brand of humor and i have so much respect for all the experts and miss diane morgan herself for making it through those interviews without breaking, because i would be fighting for my fucking life. this is the show that i will henceforth be recommending like a madwoman to all my friends.

honorable mentions: american vandal, derry girls, naruto, south park, dexter, elementary, orphan black.

i'm tagging: @winedark @seance @assassiyun @thatsouthernanthem @potsticker1234 @ciaramedba @doomcountry @thychesters <3

[saltygilmores]

Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls Season 1, Episode 21 ("Love, Daisies, And Troubadors"). Part 1

WHAT HAPPENS IN THIS EPISODE: We're on the last episode of Season 1! Luke "Fixes Lorelai's Porch Rail" and wakes the neighbors. Lorelai asks Luke to Pound One More Thing while he's out there. Lorelai has a dirty conversation at work with Max. Max watches Lorelai suck on a ring pop. Luke breaks in Lorelai's back door. Clara Forrester needs a foster home. Rory pours her heart out at a town meeting and everyone pity claps.

"Ms Gilmore, I'm here to fix your porch rail.* "Well, my porch rail does need a lot of screwing, hammering, nailing, and pounding Mr Danes." *porny music begins playing* (disclaimer: this conversation did not actually happen). "You're gonna wake the neighbors." (this was actually said)

STOP LOBBING ME SO MANY SOFTBALLS! If you keep making all the dirty jokes for me I'll be out of a job reviewing a 22 year old tv show to 3 people on a dying social media platform! Luke disappears as Rory shows up causing Lorelai to loudly exclaim "He was banging on something!" about 4 times. You wish.

Michel Wisdom: "I've made peace with the fact that everyone who calls here is a notch above brain dead, and the pennies I am thrown each week are in exchange for me dealing with these people in a nonviolent manner and usually that is fine, but today, sorry lady, I have ennui." Max calls Lorelai at work and they have a converation insinuating some kind of roleplay situation recently took place and they also talk about having sex withdrawals. Remember the time Max called Lorelai at work and they had a conversation about removing each others pants? Poor Sookie, already suffering from ennui, and the rest of the kitchen staff have to hear Lorelai and Max talk about how someone should write a novel about their Sex. Does she know about Archive of Our Own? Does she know that in the future a number of people will have written novels about her Sex with Luke? But not ol Max Medina.

Oh no, Rory found the DeanBox that she told Lorelai to throw away. Of course Lorelai didn't throw it out. Let's be real. Who's the one who really wants to hang on to pieces of Dean here? Lorelai explains that Rory "Is gonna want some of that stuff one day, when you're old and married, and you can look back and say "I certainly had an interesting life!" I'm sensing a theme here, which is that Dean's lot in life is to make Rory's life more interesting for her mother. Sure, Rory is going to want to keep her Dean box until she is old and married. Girls always keep boxes of their high school boyfriend's random shit for decades. "You can pull out all your old boyfriend boxes." I DON'T CARE THAT HE'S STILL 5 EPISODES AWAY, WHERE IS THE JESS BOX?! What was in the ChristopherBox? The box of expired condoms that led to Rory? I KID. I KID. Contents of the DeanBox Full Of Garbage Pointless Crap were as follows: Idk what the first thing was supposed to be-a dress? A stuffed chicken. Box of corn starch. Quarter on a string ("medallion"). OH WHAT PRECIOUS MEMORIES!

I love the Caboodles case in the background. When you're all grown up and married to your StepCousin Jess and open up your Deanbox, maybe the quarter will have appreciated in value. Rory is hesitating to enter Doose's because Dean will be working there. We're STILL doing this? Boycotting small businesses, hurting the local shopkeep every time you break up with a boy? Oh, the shopkeep here is Taylor, carry on not giving him your money.

Lane starts jumping up and down OMG'ing and freaking out just because Rory is going into the market. She didn't even have a plan yet. Everyone in this town has rotting fish carcasses for brains. The "this" is Dean & Rory getting back together. God help me. Time and time again, we see the primary lesson of Gilmore Girls is this: Don't date someone who lives in your small town. After your inevitable break up, you'll be doomed to wander the streets, unable to enter any businesses, and eventually you will starve to death. Don't shit where you eat, as Milo would say.

Honestly though I love Lane. How could you not? Taylor accuses Rory of looking like a shoplifter. The nerve! Like Rory would ever steal anything!

Mikey's an improvement from Dean! Go for it Rory! "He took Thursday afternoon off. He must have met one of those Thursday afternoon girls. They're slutty girls who get guys to switch their Thursday afternoons with another checkout guy so they can go do slutty Thursday afternoon things." It's fine if you want to calling hypothetical girls you don't know sluts, so we'll just keep calling you Mary, it only seems fair. Rory: Lane, you'd tell me if you ever saw Dean with another girl at school? Well, she never told you when Jess stopped showing up for class, so idk how reliable this girl really is.

"Suck my left nut" is my catchphrase of the week, and Diet Logan can suck my left nut.

Classic Diet Logan. DL lies to Madelyn and Louise by telling them Rory agreed to go with him to the PJ Harvey concert, which enrages Paris, who is still infatuated with Tristan, apparently, for some reason.

Shut up Rachel, can't you see there is a dalmatian behind you? Show some respect. Rachel: Luke's been at your place alot. Lorelai: Yeah, well, he's been fixing some things. The porch rail. Some roof shingles, then the porch rail again. Luke's been spending an awful lot of time "fixing the porch rail" Eh? Eh? Heh heh.

A Troubador War is a brewin'. Luke scares Lorelai when she unexpectedly finds him in her house. The following exchange requires no further commentary from me: Lorelai: How'd you get in here? Luke: I came in through your back door. Lorelai: My back door's locked. Luke: Well that's why I came through it. Your back door lock was broken. Lorelai: My back door lock is fine. Luke: Your back door lock is cheap. (this exchange goes on way too long). #BackDoor Nitpick Time! My favorite time! Same episode:

Lorelai Gilmore, Milk Denier. And a cracker denier as well. (She once said she didn't keep crackers in the house when a box of Saltines was clearly visible in her kitchen in the same episode). "I'm a loner." "I don't want to hear about the romance of being a loner." "Some guys are just natural loners." "Yes, lonely guys." "Independent guys." "Sad guys." "Maverick guys." "Lee Harvey Oswald." "John Muir." "The Unabomber." "Henry David Thoreau." "Jess Mariano." Okay you got me. I made that last one up.

Being a Milk Whore is more honest than being a Milk Denier, Lorelai. But is being a Milk Whore more respectable than being a Thursday Afternoon Supermarket Slut?

The House Of Forrester. House of The Damned.

Sure she's annoying as hell, but how did Dean's parents spawn an otherwise normal child? Honey, I have some news. I think you were adopted.

Apologize at once, Rory Gil. Poor Clara didn't ask to be born a Forrester. She doesn't need you traumatizing her too. Lorelai's bringing Max to a town meeting to pop his Town Meeting cherry. And oh boy, it's gonna be a good deflowering.

You have to admire MaxMedina's earnest enthusiasm about Ring Pops, like he just discovered the wheel. I was eating Ring Pops in the early 90's. Stars Hollow is at least a decade behind the times for everything, so I guess it checks out.

A sea of weirdoes. I'd say that if you packed any more oddballs into that tiny room you'd open up some kind of vortex to another dimension, but Stars Hollow is already not of this Earthly realm.

The American political landscape.

Piece of literal human garbage. I haven't dunked on Dean in a bit so I had to let it out. I get all backed up otherwise. Subjecting minors like poor Clara to one of these meetings should be classified as child abuse. Anyone want to open up their home to an incredibly annoying but sweet foster child?

Boring old MaxMedina just soaking up the weirdness and sipping his drinkydrink.

How does a Town Troubador make a living? Is this a volunteer gig he takes too seriously? Taylor somehow didn't know he existed, so this is not some local government-sponsored initiative. Clearly no one is going to pay him in tips. No one even pays for their food at the beloved local restaurant. Taylor asks him "what do you do for a living"? to which he responds "I don't want people to know those things." Ah yes the old Jess Mariano approach. A gigolo? A WalMart worker? A "messenger" for a guy named Todd? Miss Patty: He doesn't accept money. I tried. So not a Gigolo then. Taylor: This troubador act is a money making scheme! Prett-y rich coming from Taylor Doose who spends 7 years putting together "Fundraisers" to repair a tiny wooden bridge and is totally not pocketing the money. Taylor's the type of guy who says things like "no one wants to work these days!" but then this nice gentleman is out there trying his best probably hoping for a few bucks thrown into his guitar case, which is a pipe dream since this is Stars Hollow and no one pays for anything, and Taylor calls him a vagrant and a scammer. Taylor: Watch out Morey, after that anatomically explicit epithet your wife yelled at me earlier, you're both on probation. Oh Babette! I'd love to know what she called him. A cocksucker? A dickhead? Did she tell him to suck her left nut?

Pervy old Max Medina only bought Lorelai a ring pop for one reason and he's thinking he got his money worth.. Looks like Lorelai returned the favor and bought him a hot dog to suck on. The speech to follow is one of my all time favorite Rory moments and I truly enjoy it (ironically). Enjoy. "I have something to say!" *awed hush falls over the town hall* "Sometimes you have something to say but you can't because the words won't come out! Or you get scared or feel stupid! If you could just write a song and sing it, then you could say what you need to say and it would be beautiful and people would listen and you wouldn't make a complete idiot of yourself! All of us can't be songwriters, we'll never be able to say what we're thinking so we'll never get the chance to make things right again! Ever!"

I was about to type "And then everyone clapped" as a joke. And then everyone actually clapped.

Honestly, Barfbag's puzzled reaction to Rory's speech is the most reasonable one. Where the fuck that did come from Rory Gil? She took one look at that soiled mattress Dean Forrester and suddenly a prepared speech comes flowing forth?

Yeah. Everyone briefly pity-claps for Rory. Lorelai gives her a small hug. No Babette yelling "you go Sugar!" or anything of the sort. We see another brief shot of Dean looking confused. The meeting concludes. I applaud Rory's lack of social anxiety. If I gave an impromptu speech like that in front of what I would expect was a supportive crowd and no one even reacted, the humiliation would be a debilitating weight I would carry around for at least the next 15 years.

"Let's go home and you can suck on my Ring Pop." Tumblr only allows you to post 30 pictures per post, but just like Rory Gil, I have a lot to get off my chest, so I will continue this in a second post/ part 2. See you soon...

[haloburns]

What books, series, or movies influenced your writing most?

hmmm lets see

percy jackson is a recent influence. the "dead is" series is very formative for me, too. simon vs the homosapiens, series of unfortunate events, the secret series (SOUE style mystery that is based on the five senses with synesthesia... its so good. its middle school age but man. its so fucking good.), vladimir todd, CIRQUE DU FREAK. i like that cheeky tone in the face of insurmountable odds. ....i'm just now realizing how many weird books i read as a kid. OH and the enchanted forest series. gods, you wanna talk about subversive cheeky lit?? SUCH good book that does world building in literally the best way. gregor the overlander for that crushing inevitablity and the weight of a people's expectations for you to be a hero that suzanne collins does SO fucking well. sherrilyn kenyon's nick chronicles too. man they're so fucking funny and they have the perfect balance of "i'm going to make a joke" to "shits fucking serious mate" its perfect.

oh, and even tho i'm annoyed with this author currently for the way i think she's taking the story, but kresley cole's poison princess series (tarot cards personified, fated to fight each other to the death fro the amusement of gods that no longer exist....). (she's actually written two smut series that i fucking ADORE but that's besides the point)

tv series, it'd probably be Bones for the romance, sense8 for the interconnected queer love story, buffy for the girl against the world vibes, angel for the brooding hero. buffy & angel also for the dry wit i aspire to, the only thing whedon excelled at. oh, young royals too. man the tension between wille and simon is just. amazing. and the queer story its wrapped in is just. gods.

i dunno if i have any movies that have influenced my writing... i'll think about this one and get back to you alskjdflksjdf

i also have to give a special shout out to that quote from dan levy that's something like he says that schitt's creek isn't in a homophobic world because he's tired of those stories and if you want your world to change, you gotta start with the stories you're telling and that. that is such good advice and i'm using it in everything i possibly can. there are other obstacles, homophobia is a tired and boring on in fic. let's do something else

and i also gotta mention the fic writers that have influenced my writing, whether they're aware of it or not.

first off, there's @not-close-to-straight just because i fucking LOVE how cinematically she writes, tension and drama that is literally unparalled (more than words STILL gets me and its been two years. the world won't end if we rest and its recent big twist has me foaming at the mouth BECAUSE I SHOULDVE SEEN IT BUT I DIDNT AND GODS I WISH I COULD DO THAT), and the big sweeping love stories that are twined with the drama and make my heart ache, no matter how many times i've read that couple fall in love... when i was writing early danny/mateo and trying to figure out how to manage their first kiss and make it good, i talked to her and reread as many of her fics as i could to pick apart what makes a good first kiss. i want to be that good when i grow up.

also @dreamwraith is literally everything i try to be when i write. i use his fics ALL THE TIME as research. the way he captures intense emotions and small tender gestures is so perfect, i can literally only try and be half as good. there's a fic he wrote that has a wonderfully heartbreaking scene of grief, and i read it i have no idea how many times while trying to write my invisobang. and the romance he writes?? tooth rotting sweet and heart achingly soft. so perfect.

and special shoutout to @ashilrak because without her (and my other friends from the groupchat), i probably wouldn't publish ANYTHING i write. and also, the way she writes romance is just... gods, its good, all of the flavors of it. imagery on point, streamlined into nice neat packages in a way i could never manage. the dedication to her writing is literally next to none, and i can only dream to be like that.

okay this is probably mroe than you wanted to know but apparently i'm feeling sappy and rambly today so here ya go! 💖