#again i am trying only to do what feels right so i may cherry pick and choose what to invest my creative energies in

[boxwinebaddie]

odd thing to bring up after i talked about how i'm finally trying to write for myself and not other people, but because i start and don't finish so many projects...i'm honestly not even sure where to go? i'm feeling a bit stumped atm, so if anyone has something in particular that they're interested in seeing from me, please lmk.

obviously i'm trying to only travel down paths that i want to, but as i look at my pinterest boards and all the projects i've started, all the styles and respective universes i'm cobbling together, i'm finding i am very interested in exploring all of them, so my stomach hurts, my head feels funny and my heart is a little confused. i'm feeling lost and as you are all my sunshines my only sunshines, the very same way i appreciate the warmth you provide me, i'd also love a guiding light.

thank you for all your support.

it is extremely precious to me.

-uncle nina

[idanceuntilidie]

Can I request a yandere!ceo x male reader please

Ps, I love your writing ♥️

Thank you!

I hope this was to your liking,

I am working on next request and it will be posted tomorrow.

You are sure your boss hates you.

Sighing dramatically you are met with eyes of worried co workers that are looking at you from behind a comically large stack of documents.

You try to smile at them, then your eyes scan the paperwork again.

You will have to stay after work to even get rid of almost half of the documents.

You rub your face sighing dramatically.

It was tiring, you even regret getting this job in the first place.

“Y/n?”

You feel a light tap on your shoulder, you slowly turn around to face the person who disturbed your moment of self reflection.

It was May, your co worker, she smiled apologetically.

“The big guy wants to see you. What on earth have you done this time man?” She laughs quietly, you join her.

May must be one of the nicest people you have ever met.

“Man, my excuse of ‘the dog ate my homework’ didn’t go through?”

“It seems like it”

She looks at your pile, her cherry red lips forming an o shape.

“Don’t even start May I swear to God”

“What? What? I haven’t said anything”

She huffed.

„You better go, or he will kick your ass out.”

You groaned, lazily moving your body out of the uncomfortable chair that you are pretty sure has reflected shape of your because of the amount of time you had to spend to sitting on it. May patted your back as you dragged yourself out of the office.

You really REALLY don’t want to go there.

Finally you got to the black door, only now you noticed how sweaty your hands were when you were about to open the door your boss did it first.

You came almost face to face with him, he was slightly shorter than you.

He looked at you with a scowl.

“I was about to get you, come in.”

You only nodded, following him in and quietly praying you won’t die in there.

You sat in front of him, eyes scanning the environment and coming in contact with plate containing his last name.

Kingston.

Oh right, you are so used to calling him big man you actually forgot his name.

“Sir L/n, I am not satisfied with your work.

You are lazy, you are coming late.”

Ouch, that’s, that’s not true, you might have been late few times but you are working as hard as everyone else.

“I was thinking about firing you actually”

Your heart sank, mouth opening to argue. Nothing came out.

“You are so lucky I like you.”

“I’m- I’m sorry?”

“I like you. I thought I was clear.”

Your face burned. How is he even saying it so bluntly???

You saw him get up and walk to the big window that was behind him.

He motioned you to come. You did, you swear you couldn’t feel your legs. You wobbly walked next to Kingston. Your eyes looked at the city underneath you.

“Please go out with me”

That didn’t sound like a question nor request.

“You don’t have a choice really, I can make your life a living hell y/n. I can ruin your image, make you loose your job. You don’t want that do you?” he smiled at you,

You swallowed weakly, nodding.

“Great, I will pick you up at seven tomorrow.”

He clapped his hands.

“You aren’t getting rid of me, you belong to me now honey.”

[absolutebl]

What are some BL couples who you DO think could actually have a long haul perfect ending and not burn out two months after the show ends?

(Also if possible, could you drop the show titles aswell? Thanks)

20 BL Couples I Love & Think Would Actually Make it In the Long Run

Ha, yeah I intentionally didn't include the titles in that last post because I was being negative. Since these are positive... here you go!

Advance Bravely

I know right? One from China. But yeah I think they're very opposites attract but still well balanced and suited to each other. Plus "stern but indulgent Daddy + spoiled brat" is a favorite dynamic of mine.

Guardian

He waited 10,000 gd years. It has to work out. Despite censorship.

Old Fashion Cupcake

They both mature enough to be very motivated.

Tokyo in April Is

They suffered for that love. It's an enduring eternal kinda thing.

Cherry Blossoms After Winter

Taesung is NEVER letting him go. Never.

Long Time No See

Not only are they staying together, can you imagine anyone trying to separate them?

Nobleman Ryu's Wedding

I just think they gonna live in obscurity in the middle of the woods with their books forever.

Our Dating Sim

Of course they're gonna last, that was the whole point of the show.

Oh Boarding House

I think they both had to come around to each other with a lot of self-examination as to what it meant for them, their identities, and their lives. That kind of thoughtfulness bodes well for longevity.

(This is an under-appreciated gem. IMHO)

Be Loved In House I Do

Yeah they just so into each other but also adoring but understand each other's quirks. There's no meanness or pettiness to either of them. Double down on affection + chemistry is a good recipe for longevity.

DNA Says Love You

They came back for, and waited for, each other.

HIStory Obsessed

It's in the title. This level of mutually obsessed disfunction only ends in death.

HIStory 4: Close to You

Problematic side couple. Dito the above.

Thousand Stars

It's high romance of the eternal forever kind.

2 Moons Ambassador

They are *that* couple. "I married my college sweetheart and am incandescently happy forever in a disgustingly sappy way" that shouldn't work but does.

My Only 12%

Again, they suffered too much not to make it work. They are basically each other's half, it codependent, but that's the point.

Ingredients

They define domesticity. The true key to most couple longevity is the ability to actually live together.

Oh My Sunshine Night

File these two under the "once he had a taste, its' forever." The seme is too bossy and too possessive for anyone but the one he picked. This one lasts because Rain would MAKE IT last.

Oxygen

Dito the above, only softer.

Until We Meet Again

Of course. I mean, OF COURSE OF COURSE. That's the point. Dean's entire existence would be a failure if they broke up.

Despite my love of the genre I didn't pick any high school BL couples. Even if I think they may have a chance I'm not sure how I feel about that kind of pairing.

I didn't pick ones we know lasted because they showed it to us: e.g. Unintentional Love Story, His, Dear Doctor, My Ride.

There are a few I left off because I think they could last as a couple but the circumstances of their lives and surrounding, means I'm not sure if they would be allowed to, like Not Me, Never Let Me Go, Manner of Death.

(source)

[oceanbug]

when worlds collide

smau non!idol ningning x reader

19. drinking game.

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"You wuss, let’s fight again!"

"Y/n, he’s passed out on the floor." Jimin stared at the tall, dark-haired boy who had passed out after having three shots of vodka.

"Ugh, Soobin’s lame!"

Almost as if he’d heard this insult from the deepest parts of his subconscious, Soon shots up and let’s out a slurred

"Am not!" Before face planting, right back onto the ground. At this point, everyone had been drinking and partying away for a while, and the party seemed to be dying down.

"Since everyone’s looking dead, how about we spice things up? Party games?" Aeri had her usual chipper tone, which was laced with mischief. The plan was to play a game of Never Have I Ever, then lean into Truth or Dare later on. Since Aeri suggested the game, she started off with the questions.

"Ok, let’s get in the circle, kiddos! I’ll go first! Never have I ever dated someone richer than me." No one in the room except Yeonjun took a drink.

"Ugh, as if. I’ll go next. Never have I ever dated someone for less than 2 weeks." Again, no one moved except Yeonjun.

"Never have I ever dated someone, then broke up with them after our English presentation."

"Never have I ever been on the school’s gossip account."

"Never have I ever cheated on my girlfriend." Ok Ningning.

"Never have I ever been over 5’10."

Ok, the questions were getting very obviously targeted. Sure, some of them may count for others, but all of them made Yeonjun take a shot. At this point, he was so wasted that he couldn’t even pick up the glass to take another shot.

"Ok, I’m totally bored. Let’s do truth or dare!"

"I don’t know, ladies, I’m a bi-" Ninging quickly cut off Yeonjun before he got the chance to escape.

"Jimin, truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Ugh, you’re so lame. Well, how was I? My kisses are known for being unforgettable." You wanted nothing more than to tune out the conversation, but it was just a game. Having to get used to Jimin talking about other people at some point, you forced yourself to listen.

"Oh? Fine, I guess. I wasn’t really paying attention. Nice-flavored lip gloss, though."

"Cherry." Ningning smiled, seeming satisfied with her answer.

"It's my turn." Yeonjun’s words were slurred and incorrigible. The plan wasn’t for him to actually ask a question, but just get bombarded with questions. But it’ll probably seem less planned if you all let him. So you played along.

"Ok, go ahead!"

Ok, ok, ok…..Y/n. Truth or dare!" He made a cartoonish horror sound after asking.

"Hm, dare?"

"Okkk, you had a lot of talk on Twitter, huh? Put it into action, mama’s, kiss the Ningster herself." Your eyes went slightly wide; you’d only joked about kissing Ninging?

"Your girlfriend?"

"Yup. Do it." All eyes were on you at this point. I mean, I guess it’s just a game? What harm is there?

"Oh my gosh, don’t look so dramatic; come here." Before you could fully turn around, you were lip to lip with Ningning. Ning ‘Rich Bitch’ Yi Zhuo.

"Cherry." Was all you could get out after you two broke up your kiss. You were slightly red in the face and trying to put together what just happened. You looked at your friend Jimin for reassurance of what had just happened, and she could only offer a slight thumbs up. While Aeri could only hide her giggling face.

"Woah! I love parties!" Said the drunk man.

"Ok, my turn then. Yeonjun, truth or dare." Jimin’s eyes were fixated on Yeonjun, ready to ask her question.

"Truth, I can’t pick dare; I got my lady here."

"How was your kiss with Wonyoung? In high school? " There it was, the million-dollar question of the night. Ever since your conversation with Ningning, it was clear Wonyoung was hiding something. If he hadn’t really gotten together with Giselle, then why would Wonyoung lie? The answer was clear.

"Oh, chick’s got wicked tongue action! Blaming it on Gigi was such a crazy thing to do, though. Guess she couldn't afford to lose my Boo-bear Ningning as a friend. I still feel bad for Giselle. I hope she’s doing okay."

"Yeonjun, I’m right here." Giselle waved her hands in front of his face, but it was clear that he was ready to end this night. Yeonjun laid down in Ningning’s lap and fell asleep.

"At least we got enough information out of him." Said a stunned Jimin.

Ningning could only look down at Yeonjun’s sleeping face. She opened her mouth and let out an anger-filled whisper.

“That fucking cunt. Wonyoung’s going down.”

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(Synopsis) Y/N had never been the type to take life for granted. You grew up with the mindset that if you wanted something, you had to work for it; So getting paired up with the university’s “Rich Bitch” Ning Yi Zhuo for your midterm was the last thing you wanted. Are you willing to step into the world of fame for an A+?

taglist (open): @azraism ; @kimsgayness ; @sewiouslyz ; @winieter ; @llluvbluy ; @i06kkura ; @everydayiloveyves ; @edamboon ; @rdfgfv ; @beawolfbealionbeyou

[msallurea]

Yall are pissin me tf off

Sadly darlings I have to be the tough cookie of 2024 today...so brace yourself but do know if you have any issue with anything I say just know you may be part of the bunch that is proving my point in everything I'm about to say.

I would first like to say that everything I'm stating right now isn't directed towards anyone specifically and I'm only speaking generally but I am not about to sugarcoat when I say this post are about the anons...and unfourtanetly I have to give yall the donkey of the day. (AGAIN this isn't towards anyone specifically I'm speaking generally)

First and foremost anons, QUIT SENDING THE SAME GODDAMN QUESTIONS TO MULTIPLE LOA BLOGS!!!!KNOWING SOMEONE!! ALREADY!! ANSWERED!! YOUR!! FUCKIN!!! QUESTION!!!!!????

At first I really didn't understand what loa bloggers meant when they said that anons can sometimes be pretty annoying and honestly before really taking my loa blog seriously I never knew what they meant til now and honestly this THIS first reason is why I'm so upset with yall anons right now. While it isn't everyone it is very very VERY annoying when anons come on here and ask questions and while asking questions isn't an issue at all, IT DOES become an issue when you decide to take your ass to not just 1 not just 2 hell not even 3 but damn near EVERY! SINGLE! LOA! BLOG! YOU KNOW ASKING THEM THE SAME GODDAMN QUESTION YOU JUST ASKED THE LAST ONE and will still have the NERVE, THE FUCKIN AUDACITY, THE BRAIN CELLS to still sit up here and say "omg I don't know what to do" "I don't know how to manifest" oh and the crowd favorite "I've tried but nothing is working because..." 😑😑😑😑 loa bloggers could tell you the ABC 123 version of how to consciously apply the law and manifest your desires and you will STILL sit up there asking multiple blogs just to see if something will change in what we're saying. Honey let me tell you RIGHT NOW, everything loa blogs have said is literally the EXACT. SAME. THING the ONLY difference is how it's explained and the millions of different fonts it's written in 😑😑 and the worst part about it is that if a loa blogger decides that they don't want to tell you because they already know that YOU ALREADY KNOW THE DAMN ANSWER TO YOUR OWN QUESTION all of a sudden they're mean, they're rude, they aren't helpful, etc. Do yourself a favor AND GO TOUCH SOME GODDAMN GRASS!!

This leads me to my next point:

Loa blog or not WE! ARE! NOT! YOUR! THERAPIST!!!

I know I said I was speaking generally but this is specifically for the anons who come on here and decide to TRAUMA DUMP on loa blogs KNOWING they've already done it before. Now before yall come in my comments attacking me do understand, the problem isn't you venting and wanting someone to listen and hear your cry and you needing a slight shoulder to cry on before you can finally say enough is enough and pick yourself back up again. That isn't the problem. The problem comes in when someone who's an loa blogger who btw, unless it is said by the blogger personally that they are actually licensed for,ARE NOT THERAPIST!!! YOU ARE CONSTANTLY TRAUMA DUMPING ON THIS PERSON AND TO PUT THE CHERRY ON TOP YOURE NOT EVEN TRYING TO TAKE THE ADVICE THAT THIS PERSON HAS GIVEN YOU!! to make it even worse, it isn't just when you don't actually try the advice and listen to the help you've been given but you have the NERVE, THE AUDACITY to not only go to 1 not 2 hell not even 3 BUT MULTIPLE bloggers with this same story. Yall finna hate me for saying this but knowing that I too was once this way I don't give a fuck how yall feel about this because you NEED to hear it: STOP LOOKING FOR SOMEBODY TO FUCKING BABY YOU!! IF YOURE NOT GONNA ACTUALLY TAKE THE ADVICE GIVEN QUIT TRYING TO DRAG OTHERS IN YOUR DAMN SOB STORY!! YES YOU MAY BE A VICTIM TO YOUR HARDSHIPS BUT YOU ARE NOT! A! DAMN! VICTIM! WITH HOW YOU CHOOSE TO HANDLE IT AFTER RECIEVING HELP. STOP FUCKING CHASING ATTENTION!! STOP TRYING TO MAKE OTHERS FEEL SORRY FOR YOU!! AND GO ACTUALLY HELP YOURSELF!!

This leads me in with my final point and honestly I think this one has pissed me off more than anything in the world and actually ties in with what I said in my first point.

While I love and admire all anons because of course there was a point in time where your fav loa blogs you see now living there dream life amd have there success stories and what not were once like you where they too struggled and had there ups and downs with the law of assumption...these many different blogs took time out of there life to commit to helping you guys so just like them, you can live your dream life as well. They have created countless post and advice and tips and even the cutest fun ideas to make consciously applying the law daily a super fun and cute experience all the time no matter the situation....with this being said, if you as a anon are looking to find out how to manifest your dream life or whatever desire, and you fix you FUCKING FINGERS TO TYPE IN VERBATIM "I don't feel like going through all these post" and "omg that's too much work" and "I'm not reading all that" and "I don't feel like going through that masterlist" ....while literally not only the question you're asking has already been answered for you SO THE ANSWER TO YOUR QUESTION IS FUCKING AVAILABLE but I've seen time and time again of loa blogs showing anons where to find the info they are looking for, not only is it for FREE but it is also WRITTEN OUT AS SIMPKE AS POSSIBKE SO YOU CAN UNDERSTAND AND YOU FIX YOUR DAMN FINGERS AND SAY YOU DONT FEEL LIKE GOING THROIGH ALL THAT. Let me just be the tough loving logical one out the bunch and say to anyone who is in fact like this: YOU!! ARE!! FUCKING!! STUPID!! AND YOU DO NOT DESERVE THE HELP YOU ARE RECIEVING FROM THESE BLOGS ...at least not for free and honestly your wasting not only the bloggers time BUT YOURS AS WELL. If you seriously don't wanna take out a couple minutes to really get the gist of the law FOR YOUR DAMN SAKE BECAUSE YOURE THE ONE WHO IS "STRUGGLING TO MANIFEST" FOR THE LOVE OF GOD JUST LEAVE THE DAMN COMMUNITY. I'm not saying that you being here isn't your right but if you're here just to be here and to just follow a trend and complain to others while at the same time being LAZY ASF not even TRYING to truly better yourself and your life by USING THE KNOWLEDGE GIVEN..seriously you are quite literally worse than a lazy person YOU. ARE. AT. THE. BOTTOM OF BOTTOMS!!!! At least someone who is lazy can work themselves to be a bit productive by tweaking what they know to suit who they are as a person so it works for them...but if you're really about to come on this loa blogs pages ans don't do ahit but mindlessly scroll, criticize, shame them, judge them for THERE MANIFESTATION JOURNEYS, constantly asking questions you ALREADY KNOW THE ANSWERS TO AND WILL STILL HAVE THE AUDACITY TO NOT APPLY IT!! With all due respect fuck you. Like deadass. Because you're not really hurting the bloggers you're hurting yourself and dont sit up there coming and crying in these loa bloggers asks talking about "my life is just so miserable" "nothing is working" "I'm so sick of everything I'm just gonna leave" ..knowing GODDAMN WELL YOU DIDNT EVEN TRY TO APPLY THE LAW EVER SINCE YOU STARTED AND JUST OVERCONSUMED EVERYDAY TIL YOU WERE TIRED AND READY TO DO IT ALL OVER AGAIN TOMORROW. Like real shit this is NOT FUCKIN FUNNY AT ALL, loa bloggers have a life and are human JUST. LIKE. YOU. We are NOT your parents, your babysitters or your heros. We are simoky people who found the law just like you, applied the information given and actually succeeded just as you could to if you STOP FUCKING PLAYING AROUND.

The most sickening part is that yall expect loa blogs to baby yall and be all soft with yall. Honestly this doesnt even just apply to situations with loa bloggers but also many other blogs specifically self help and beauty blogs and really any blog that gives advice on certain aspects of life you may or may not need help in, want to enhance or are interested in...literally bloggers being nice isn't the problem. The problem is when loa blogs like myself and others help you and you do absolutely NOTHING and eventually when we get to a point of no longer wanting to help you because we already know that you know exactly what you have to do...then you wanna have THE GODDAMN NERVE to disrespect them and calling them all kinds of things all because your little ass ego was hurt and you can't handle the truth. NOBODY IS ABOUT TO DO SHIT FOR YOU THIS IS WHY YOU WANT WHAT YOU WANT AND NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND. SO QUIT BEING SO GODDAMN VICTIMISING AND ACTUALLY GIVE YOURSELF A FUCKING REALITY CHECK!!

Ima be 100, I genuinely could've said WAY more in this but ima just say this for now because it's plenty of yall anons who either needed to heat this or you've witness anons like this and this is also for any loa blogs or just helpful bloggers in general who take time out of there life to come on here and share you knowledge to the world in hopes that it may help others as well as enhance your growth in your own journey. Bloggers I completely understand that with what you do naturally we help but PLEASE for the love of God we are in 2024 ..I dont want to be a mean person but in all honesty, if you're running into anons like this that genuinely fit the description please just block them or something. You as a blogger are a person as well, yes you help others when they are in need of assistance and guidance but because you are a person who needs help sometimes too...please don't forget that YOUR PEACE, YOUR SANITY is just as important that person you're helping amd do not forget. And to the anons that hopefully don't fit into anything I've said above, thank you so much for supporting loa blogs as well as other helpful blogs such as mine and many others. Yall are the reason why we do this despite if the foundation of it is to improve ourselves, knowing that we inspire others is why we continue to do what we do and why spreading our knowledge of things we've learned is all the more valuable and for that, for THOSE anons, on behalf of loa blogs WE FUCKIN LUVS YOUUUUUU💗💗💗🎀🎀🎀

Xoxo, Ms. Allurèa

[cuntela]

Hi here's my fav cherry picked lyrics from Conans Found Heaven album that are so Billford coded it's making me explode, and if I'm exploding, you're damn well exploding with me

"You walk alone into the darkest night, You'll never sleep until you're satisfied, You need love, you need one, You need him"

"Dark room, not a whisper or word, Guess you take all the pain that you think you deserve, Won't sleep 'cause it's easy to hurt tonight, tonight, 'Cause you said, "You got it? We're nothing", I'm the worst, if you want it"

"I didn't fight the feeling, Runnin' to my eyes, I wanted you to see it, I believed your lies, Tried to bite back, but I couldn't, I just stood and cried, For the lost time, for the hurtin', For the love that died ... And I came right back after growin', Yet you're still the same, Though it's me who may be broken, It was you to blame"

"While I am walking down these empty roads, I always feel like I am not alone, I hear a voice that tells me where to go, 'Cause you're here, you're watchin' me, I'm walkin' to your corner, I see you in the streets, You're here, you're haunting me, The eye of the night"

"You are the reason I learned to love, Also the reason that I cry, Still I think of all the bloodshed somehow bittersweet, I'm even smilin' now as I sing, Lonely nights, Anger does replace the pain, But who am I to blame?, I broke your heart the same, But I ain't sorry, I wouldn't change a thing, But it'll take a lifetime to get better, I ain't sorry, Though I should probably be, I think I'm gonna love you, You're forever with me"

"Don't leave me hangin' alone again, I thought that I was your only friend, Oh, where'd you go, go, Alley Rose? Oh, where'd you go, go, go?"

"It's 2 AM, hear the cellular ringin', Got the curious feelin' you're fiendin' for love, But the thing is, we haven't spoken for weeks, I love you bad, that's the problem occurrin', Better love I deserve, and I'm hurtin', But sadly, I worship every moment we meet, So you take and you take 'cause you know you can, And I chase as you're chasin' another man, Try to break, see your face and I know that I can't, Oh, You're killing me, You're not makin' it easy, Too busy deceivin' and cheatin' and lyin' and competin', To know how lucky you are, You're killing me, I just want you to free me, And though I am cryin' and bleedin' and barely breathin', I can't let go of your heart, I take your call, you say, "What's the matter?", Then you lie to me faster and faster, you're such a good actor ... Said, "I don't wanna talk, just go away", But you claw at the locks 'til I let you invade ... I wanna die, but you keep me alive, You're killing me, you're killing me"

"You don't really wanna hear the truth, do you?, It's obvious to anyone who ever knew you, That all you ever want is to be right, Even if that means you gotta lie to do it, The only thing you've proven, Is that there's no one, Who ever has done better, At makin' me feel worse, Now you really are the winner, Yeah, there's nothing, That ever did quite kill me, More than what you did, Now you really are the winner, Take a bow 'cause you're the winner, You're the winner, Bask inside your victory, My heart that once was beating, Bleeding in the palm of your hand, Yet you have the nerve to miss me, How do I somehow feel guilty, When you're the one who let it get this bad?"

"You and I, Sacrificed my adolescence, Just to waste my time, On the edges of your life, But we've grown too close, Now it can't amount to nothing, I can hear your voice, In the music on the radio, And it goes ... Can you make us stay forever?, Are we done?, Can you make it play, On and on and on, Like a never-ending song, On and on, Like a never-ending song"

Thanks for coming to my Ted talk I'm gonna go back to rewatching Inside Job now byeeeeee hope y'all see the vision

[ask-de-writer]

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Kin, shuddering slightly at the memory of some of the things that ancient sorcerers had made her do, did not want to be there as a part of the sentencing. That the defendants richly deserved what was going to happen in no way lessened the fact that these were calculated sentences. And that would bring her pain from those ancient memories.

Luna, picking up on Kin's upset kindly offered, “Kin, dear, I do believe that we have all that we will need of your services. Why don't you go back to the Carousel? I am sure that Rarity will be happy to see you.”

Kin managed a very good courtly bow and offered, “I will take the Pink Tornado with me. It needs only eyes to see that more butterscotch, chocolate mint and cherry treats are going to be needed.”

She corralled Pinkie Pie and they went out to haul away the now empty snack cart.

Pinkie offered sympathetically, “What has you so upset, Kin? None of the rest of the trials and all bothered you. Something set you off.”

Kin shook her head sadly, “Old memories, Pinkie. You know what I am. My guess is that you don't really grasp how old I am or what I had to do, mostly when I was younger.”

Pinkie nodded, “You got ordered to do some really bad things, um? Kinda sorted that out a long time ago, my mare. Thing is, you are not evil. The poopy heads who made you do things were the evil ones. If you were evil, you wouldn't feel bad about things you had to do centuries ago.”

Kin impulsively hugged Pinkie as she agreed, “Thanks for seeing that, Pinkie! It was the calculated nature of setting the punishments that got to me. It was really nothing like the calculated evil of the old sorcerers but it triggered those old memories.”

Pinkie looked up from the comfort of Kin's arms and nodded, “I can see that. It might be more like old times when the Ducal Council gets their tails nailed to the wall in some deep dark dungeon!”

Seriously Kin replied, “I don't think that would bother me at all, Pinkie. From the goodness that I have experienced from the Princesses, anypony trying to take them down out of greed or power lust really makes me angry.”

Pinkie nodded slowly as she through that idea. “I can really see that one, Kin, my mare. It's not that far off from what I feel for them.”

They were already at the Carousel's front door with its beautifully glowing phoenixes rising from flames. Rarity opened the front door and snickered, “Too late, Pinkie! Put away that jimmy now and come in the front like a proper shoplifter!”

Pinkie was giggling as she re stowed her prized burglar's jimmy. “Darn! I wanted to use the window again because what happened last time was so much fun!”

Rarity gave a slightly closed eye grin as she assured Pinkie, “Never fear, our cuddlesome mare. We can manage more fun than mere catching a burglar, though that was a delightful catch!”

As they went in, Rarity's eyes were taken once again by the beautiful softly glowing door glass. She paused and wrapped her arms around Kin, incidentally entrapping a shorter pink mare between them as she murmured, “Thank you so much for this amazing pane, my treasure.”

She gently shut the door and led the two of them on into the back room. “Minty left because we got all the costumes that you had listed done. She really is an excellent seamstress.”

Kin took notice of some costumes laid out on Rarity's work table. “I don't recall any Saddle Arabian harem dance numbers, my Dear.”

Rarity chuckled as she snorted, “That's because there aren't any, my lovely Fiend. Those are for us. I thought that we could do a little costume play. And yes, Pinkie, I did think that you would be along, so there is one for you too. In fact, I made up two complete sets of these dance outfits.”

Pinkie chuckled, “Oh, we can trade off outfits! There's only one fly in the ointment that I can see. I don't know anything about Saddle Arabian dancing!”

Rarity was saying, “My sweet innocent Pinkie, these are not really about DANCING except for, um, back danc . . .”

When Kin interrupted, “I do know Saddle Arabian harem dancing! Equestria is not the only place on this world that practiced raising my kind.” She shuddered slightly as she spoke.

Pinkie instantly pulled her into a close and comforting hug. “Never forget, Kin, it was the sorcerers who were evil, not you. But if you learned some dynamite dances, at least that part of it was not merely good, but great! I always wanted to learn that!”

Kin smiled and ruffled Pinkie's mane. “You are right, Pinkie, and I would love to teach you and Rarity both. One thing needs to tended to first, though.”

Head cocked, ears forward with curiosity, Pinkie simply asked, “Oh?”

Kin gave her a perfectly lewd grin as she replied, “Both Rarity and I have full boobs and need to be milked! I will bet that you would enjoy doing that, wouldn't you?”

Pinkie made a production of staring from Rarity to Kin, eyes focused exactly at tit level! “You got that right, my mare! Only one question. What will we do with it all? Between the two of you, there must be a half gallon waiting to hit the milking pail!”

Rarity gently felt up her own bosom and commented thoughtfully, “You know, Kin, she could be right. Let the cream settle to the top while we play and make it into whipped cream to go on top of some cold coffee and as a topper to some ice cream that we make out of the rest? Maybe banana split sundaes?”

Pinkie piped up, “You two are singing my song! Where is that bucket?”

Laughing, they got out a clean and shiny small pail and a leather strap to support it. Rarity, licking her lips in anticipation declared, “My shop! Me first!”

She leaned forward, hands on knees, and tail up! That let the bucket hang down on its strap just under her right boob. A few drops leaked out of her nipple into the waiting bucket with small pings! Pinkie, mischievously took time to simply fondle before starting back at Rarity's chest wall and carefully squeezing and working the alabaster breast in her hands.

While Rarity purred her pleasure, her milk shot out in steady, if pulsing, streams from her nipple. The pings and rattles of milk striking the bucket bottom were soon replaced by the light hiss of thin streams of milk striking the milk pooled in the bucket. In a surprisingly short time, that breast was empty.

As Pinkie was shifting the leather strap to move the bucket to Rarity's other breast, she looked in and exclaimed, “Holy Celestia! Did you or Kin cheat somehow? That is at least a pint in there.”

Rarity smiled softly at Pinkie and replied, “No, dear Pinks. As good as it felt to have you milking me, it never even occurred to me to cheat. That was all from my breast. Where it comes to milking, I think that you are the best.”

Pinkie, taking advantage of Rarity's bent over posture, pulled her head close and kissed her on the lips, while gently stroking the sensitive areas behind her ears. Breaking the kiss gently, she went back to her task of erotically milking her friend and sometimes lover. She luxuriated in the soft yet firm texture of the tit that she was fondling as much as milking until there was no more to be had.

Setting the bucket aside, she held Rarity at her level and both nuzzled and lick-suckled at both of her nipples. As she was letting Rarity go, with a gentle smile on her face, Kin interrupted.

“Dear One, the Pink tornado was right. I just poured your milk into our separating pitcher. You had thirty four ounces, just over a quart. From what I saw, I can't wait for her to do my boobs too!”

Pinkie hugged her close with one arm and reached up with the other to the top button of Kin's blouse. Her hand lightly floated down the front of the shirt, her fingers sort of dancing, the fabric falling away to both sides. Hugged slightly closer, a pink arm went under the loose garment and played only a second at Kin's bra backstrap.

Stepping back just a little, she reached up to the cream colored shoulders and slid both blouse sleeves and bra straps down her arms. Snuggling close, nuzzling between Kin's tits, she finished pulling away the shirt, followed by the bra straps, releasing that garment from the lovely mare before her.

Stepping further back, like an artist admiring a perfect sculpture or painting, Pinkie shook her head slightly, in wonder and let out a sigh. “I am so lucky, Kin and you too, Rarity, that I have such a poor memory. I keep forgetting how amazingly beautiful you both are, so that I get to see such gorgeous mares like it is the first time, every time!”

As she bent to be milked, Kin took Pinkie into a hug and a kiss, stroking the Pink one behind her ears! Pinkie managed to get the strap and bucket into place and begin. Like with Rarity before her, she had milk leaking into the newly emptied bucket before Pinkie could do more than merely stroke the full breast before her. As her milk flowed out under Pinkie's careful and erotic manipulations, it was apparent that Kin too was going to have more than the average mare.

Accompanied by a little heavy petting, Pinkie got the strap and bucket shifted and started in on Kin's other breast. All too soon, in Kin's opinion, the milking was done.

She pulled the willing and eager pink one into a hug and lifted up her sweater. Pinkie blocked its rise with her arms, both nuzzling and muttering, “Bra too, creamy one!”

With a slight snicker, she played at fondling Pinkie's back. Almost magically, the bra came undone! Pinkie delighting in the titilating feel of her clothes being erotically removed raised her arms enough that both garments came free.

“I hate to break this up, Kin, but we have those nifty costumes to try on.”

Gone serious, Kin offered, “Pinkie, if you want it, I can have you dancing the different Saddle Arabian dances in only a short time. There is only one problem. To make the necessary reflexes and moves work naturally, I will have to use my deep magic to alter parts of your subconscious. I won't touch your mind as such or any memories.”

Pinkie was in her arms that fast. Snuggling Kin's soft fur, she reached up and stroked down from her collar bone, between her lush breasts as she said, “I trust you, Kin. What you need to do, do it. I would love learning something new and wonderful like that.”

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[jenroses]

Hoo boy, let's see. First, I have both fibro and chronic pain, secondary to EDS, RA and a zillion other things. I have ludicrous numbers of sensitivities to meds, and am on a lot of meds, so a lot of the usual things like NSAIDS are out of the question for me. Here are some things I've found that help me.

PT with a clever physical therapist has been fundamental and life-changing. I have ME/CFS so I can't do the exercise stuff, but the thing that woman does with tissue mobilization is nothing short of magic. If someone can access PT with a PT who has a deep curiosity and flexibility of approach, I strongly recommend it. The most helpful therapies she does include lymphatic tissue work and ASTYM. She also does very gentle adjustments when things are out of alignment, and a lot of fascial release stuff. She also tapes my kneecaps to keep them from repeatedly dislocating, with a magic tape I don't react to even though I react to most adhesives.

Secondary to that, I do small measures between visits to reduce hypersensitivity to pressure. Most of mine seems to actually be caused by lipedema, which has symptoms similar to fibro. Anyway, when my trigger points are acting up, I can do very light touch that moves the skin up and then down (so I press my fingers into the outside of my arm, for example, and slide them toward the shoulder, and then toward the elbow, pressing only as firmly as I can without it hurting excessively.) Then I repeat it with slightly firmer touch, and firmer still, until the sensitivity is reduced. I use all of my fingers, flat on the skin, because poking pressure is worse than wide pressure. In more general terms, pay attention to what helps when other people work on your body, and try to adapt that to things you might be able to do for yourself at home.

Track your symptoms and try to figure out triggers. The most recent godawful thing has been migraines. I have a variety of strategies for those, including avoiding the foods that trigger migraines for me (I'm fine with most fermented foods but can't tolerate mold-based cheese or wine or wheat at all, and smoke in almost any form seems problematic. Specifically wildfire smoke, liquid smoked and certain smoked foods are likely to trigger migraines.) But also I've found that eating cherries and drinking honeybush tea and taking very hot showers are all more effective than most drugs at relieving pain for me most of the time. Except toradol. I miss toradol. The hot shower to the back of the neck seems to trigger an endorphin rush that is SO effective at helping me cope with pain anywhere in my body. It doesn't have to be a long hot shower, either. Figuring these things out requires being more aware of my body moment to moment than I normally prefer, but it's worth really keeping track when you're trying to figure this stuff out. I'm using an app to track my migraines right now and if nothing else, the fact that it asks me to pick from a list of comfort measures that i've already tried reminds me that there are still tools in the box. Also, taking the medication early helps better than toughing things out. I've nipped two migraines in a row in the bud by taking nurtec the moment I realized one was starting, then taking a hot shower and using at least one other comfort measure. If I wait an hour, the nurtec might take 4 hours to work or might not work at all.

It is vital to understand the concept of Pacing and Post Exertional Malaise. Even if someone doesn't have an official ME/CFS diagnosis, if you have a condition which gives you flares when you overdo, you need to really take a deep look at how you approach your good days. Believe me, I get wanting to stuff as much living as you possibly can into the days when you feel human again, but you'll get more of those good days if you set yourself some limits and stick to them. If you flare after doing five Things in a day, but you've had days that 3 things didn't make you flare, you may need to set a hard limit of 4 things even on days you feel well. My limit currently is Two Things. This might be PT and going to the store on the way home from PT, for example. I've had to stop doing things like "Dye my hair and do my nails on the same day" because dye my hair is already at least 2 things. (shower, and dealing the the sensory issues of dye.)

Study your environment and the things you do in a day and look for ways to make them hurt less inherently. So, for example, sitting at a computer at a desk is Very Bad for me in every way. I was able to set up my computing around an adjustable bed, and now being on the computer rarely counts as a thing at all. Taking showers standing up would be flat out dangerous for me at this point, I have a shower chair that holds my weight in both of the showers I use. I was getting really dizzy and thinking I might need a wheelchair around the house, but when we managed to reconfigure our space so that there is a comfortable place for me to rest in every room I frequent and there is no stretch in my house longer than 15 feet without a chair/couch/bed/stool I stopped being a fall risk at home. When I realized that going shopping without access to a mart cart was making me feel like I was going to throw up, we started looking at better long term options. A lightweight wheelchair I can get in and out of the car myself has vastly reduced my level of restriction. I am not housebound with my wheelchair.

Research your condition and talk to other people who have it. Leaving it all to the doctors is a good way to never quite get real relief when what is wrong is something as poorly understood as fibro or chronic fatigue. Fibro is often a fancy shrug when there are other things going on. It is also its own thing, and it can be true both that one has fibro AND that other things are going on. Fibro is a description of symptoms in a lot of ways, while Lipedema is a more specific description of one particular symptom that goes with certain physiological markers and there's a hell of a lot of overlap but the venn diagrams aren't a perfect circle. I absolutely listen to my rheumatologist about my rheumatoid arthritis and take the drugs he recommends for that, but we work together on the things that are less well-understood.

Beware snake oil, but also beware people who dismiss all supplements as bunk. I look for the research, and the rationale, and I look for it from people who aren't trying to sell me something. Supplements can help: I've seen the right supplement help a child deficient in a specific thing make huge progress. Magnesium made my asthma go from an everyday thing to a once or twice a year thing, tops. And some of them are flat out useless or harmful, and it takes some diligence to sort the wheat from the chaff.

Don't underestimate the value of a comfortable bed, the right kinds of pillow support, comfortable clothing that does not make your condition worse, comfortable shoes, and foods that don't make you feel worse. I'm not going to give specific dietary advice, other than that I've found it valuable to avoid foods that cause me pain. Figuring out what does and doesn't make things worse is HARD. It's work. And it can cost money. For people on Medicaid, some states have flex funds that can help with non medical things that may have a medical benefit.

Try to get clear diagnoses for the things that are causing you misery. Knowing that I had EDS led me to a mast cell disorder diagnosis and POTS diagnosis, and the mast cell thing made all sorts of things make more sense. ME/CFS explained almost everything that EDS didn't, for my whole life, and all of these diagnoses pointed me at measures to make my life less miserable and more functional. EDS meant I could ask for help stabilizing problem joints and finding adhesives that would work on my fragile skin, and stopped me from doing party tricks that were making things worse. Mast cell disorder got me on the right combination of meds to make it so that I could eat food again without getting sick from literally everything. I still have a list of foods I don't tolerate but it's much, much shorter. The POTS diagnosis made me a whole lot more diligent about hydrating properly. Knowing about ME/CFS meant that I could learn about pacing and be less likely to tank hard and get sick. If I'd figured these things out when I was 20, I think I would not be so disabled now, but we just didn't know.

do you have fibromyalgia or chronic pain? what works best for you? helps you get through the day? what helps you want to keep going? is there research out there that sparks some hope?

i'm asking because one of my dearest friends is going through a really hard phase and it hurts to see them like that.

you can dm me if you'd prefer, i'll make sure to leave anon open.

thank you

[bl0pers]

mha w/ model s.o

Now hello there, :). This is interesting, because I was literally just scrolling through deku fluff: but anyways

Characters: katsuki bakugo, izuku midoriya (my baby <3), shoto todoroki, kaminari denki

warnings: fem. reader, do not proceed if you are uncomfortable. admiration, slight possessiveness (shoto, ikyk, i tried to switch things up here. bakugo too)

lessa go

katsuki bakugo

now you are one of a kind for modeling agencies.

and katsuki knows, i mean, who wouldn't pick you? random dumbass extra's, that's who.

but anyways, katsuki here is a pro-hero, but does he give one shit about taking a day off? no, not one.

back on track, actually. you are decked UP! i mean, decked, decked up. The makeup, clothing, hair, heels, earrings you name it. you look fly and fine girlie.

so, katsuki gets the best seat in the house, he should see you at your best angle. Actually...scratch that, all your angles are the best.

he gets a seat, and patiently goes through the models before you. yes, yes, they're all great, lovely designs. whatever, y'know?

and then there's you. now wait a damn minute. holy shit, you're really fucking hot.

he has his mouth open with the corners going upwards. now he knew you were going to be the best of the best, but when he saw you? ma`am, if you don't stop leveling up, he might just die of adoration.

the walk was flawless, not a single step of hesitation. you were confident, and a literal goddess .

after the show he immediately wrapped his arms around you to make sure no random ass extra walked up to you, asking for your number, because he had that shit first! Finders keepers, losers weepers. he even held your waist as you both walked to his car.

but guess what? also after the show, and maybe during the show, katsuki bakugo fell in love all over again. just like in UA

izuku midoriya

may i just start off by saying, your man izuku here? worships you like a goddess. literally, will give you the most polite kisses ever. a kiss to the back of the hand, cheek, neck, your lips if he feels confident.

but boy oh boy, he was anything but confident right now. he was down bad for you. ladies, if you want someone who will literally run across the world to get you a heating pad while you're on your period, izuku midoriya is the man you should get.

like i said, man is trying to look at you respectfully, he really is! poor baby, can't stop his eyes from wandering, you're just too beautiful >:( !

but yeah, he watches as you strut like you own the damn place, and izuku can read a room very well. and the audience is looking at you like you not only own the room, but everyone in it. you go girl.

right after the show he pulls out his phone and asks you to model walk back to him. and he records everything.

you don't fail to notice the cherry redness on his cheek. clever you!

whenever he can, izuku watches that video and thinks, that all the time you practiced that walk around the house, was totally worth it.

shoto todoroki

Now this man is hot and cold about this. you being a model? good for you, he'll totally support you. but you being open to everyone? eh...not for him.

but he comes nonetheless. he's supportive and he'll act like it.

so, he gets, there, takes a seat, makes light conversation with the people around him., you know, the usual ho-ha.

and then you show up. you know the saying "first is the worst, second is the best, thrid is the one with the wedding dress" ? the one from elementary school? yep.

but you're first of the models, and you are definitely not the worst, and shoto will definitely put you in a wedding dress.

this man doesn't show his emotion as clearly as everyone else, but when you see him staring at you, oh my goodness gracious me, he is head over heels for you.

shoto doesnt watch the other models, he just stares at the stage pretending to watch them as your image and walk is just looping in his mind .

shoto todoroki, in the end, realizes that he really really loves you

kaminari denki

this man is not only head over heels for you, he is head over everything else.

actually, he'll walk into the area with a smug ass look on his face.

to be honest, he's happy to have you, but when people start whispering at pointing at him and giggling, when gets a bit too arrogant. a prohero, so you should've expected this, but you...are going to humble this man so hard.

so models pass, yada-yada, great job to them. Then there's you.

you know how denki goes into the "over-worked" mode? Yeah that's him right now.

if he was wearing shades, he would've taken them off so fast.

he's eyes are blown wide, baby. like, wide wide.

he starts to smile and cheers you on among the clapping of the audience.

he starts to tell the people around him that you're his girlfriend, partner, wife, fiance, etc. you see what he's doing and it's sorta adorable.

"THAT'S MY BABY RIGHT THERE!! WOOOO!" you can imagine.

and then after the show, he grabs you into a hard kiss. Like, that shit came in like a wrecking ball.

and repeatedly kisses your neck, cheek, shoulder, forehead, and whatever else.

with each one, he says "gorgeous, beautiful, amazing, show-stopping, hot, really, fucking, hot." y'know. The usual <3.

he's so cute, you forget to humble him and go straight to your car.

you still got makeup on, but who cares.

at every red light, denki just stares at you.

you ask him what's going on and this smug ass man replies.

"I'm afraid that if I don't stare, i'll be blinded by the ugliness of the world. so I stare at you because you're fucking gorgeous y/n, what other reason?" and you just turn into a gushy mess <3

so denki sees you're a gushy mess and comes back to the day you both confessed in UA, at the same time.

"I like you denki-"

"I like you y/n-" well now that was awkward...

but denki can't help but smile, because everyday, he wants to make you feel like the first day you guys truly fell in love, because who doesn't like that feeling?

[wonderxxlottie]

?? He didn't just steal some trinkets. He stole from the other orphans because he thought himself entitled to their property. The stetchy things he did in the cave had left two other kids traumatized by him. It was said that they were never quite right afterward.

You also forget he killed Billy Stubs' rabbit by hanging it from the rafters. We don't know anything else, but he did openly admit that he can "make bad things happen to people who annoy him." The very brief look into his childhood already shows too many red flags.

Now, at Hogwarts, he got sorted into Slytherin and was surrounded by people who believed in pure blood supremacy. Those were the people he chose to associate himself with. And we know he began collecting his followers quite early on.

A couple of years later, not only did he open the Chamber of Secrets and committed literal murder, but he also did it again by murdering his family all in the same time frame. Plus, he framed innocent Hagrid to take the downfall. It may not have been when he was fourteen, but there's no way he could have changed so much from then. He must have been somewhat capable of it back when as well.

That not even considering him finding out about Horcruxes - an obscure branch of magic - speaks of a consistent interest of dark magic that dates far back when.

Now Hermione, who is unhinged, sure, but isn't nowhere close to the level of Tom Riddle. Your examples feel cherry-picked.

1. She didn't set Snape on fire for shits and giggle like what Mr. Riddle would have done. She did it because she was trying to protect her friend. Intentions matters.

Also, how would Dumbledore even know about that? She snuck and did it. There's nothing to suggest that Dumbledore was aware from what I've remembered. Correct me if I am wrong.

2. Tom Riddle was the Heir of Slytherin, leading his basilisk to attack others, and Hermione was trying to stop it. It's not the same thing at all.

Again, how would Dumbledore know about that? I doubt that he does. At best, Snape probably told him of his suspicions of them stealing his ingredients, but considering that nothing ever comes from that, Snape wasn't able to get anything solid on them.

We know that Hermione had to go to Madam Pomfrey, but it's very likely that she just treated Hermione without any leading questions and kept it under patient confidentiality. There's nothing to suggest that what they did ever got out.

3. With her teachers' permission? And just to take extra classes at that. Anything else was because Dumbledore told her to. Why the hell would Dumbledore think less of her for that?

4. Okay, yeah, that's fair. To play the devil's advocate, Rita Skeeter was a grown woman spying on Hermione and her friends just to publicly smear them in her articles. It was a little deserved.

And once again, did Dumbledore know about that? Unlikely. He actually had nothing to do with any of that business. Rita's disappearance for that week was never talked about. Who knew what people thought happened to her. Very, very unlikely that people connected it back to Hermione.

Things Tom Riddle had done by age 14:

Stolen trinkets at his orphanage

Something sketchy in a cave (??)

Things Hermione Granger had done by age 14:

Set a teacher on fire

Stolen ingredients to brew an illegal and dangerous potion in a bathroom

Changed time

Kidnapped a woman and held her prisoner in an enchanted jar

....

Guess which one Dumbledore decided was inherently evil and beyond redemption? The answer may surprise you.

[jasontoddswhitestreak]

sleepovers with peter (and ned)

summary: in which you have a sleepover with your dork of a best friend and your boyfriend peter.

content warning: peter parker x fem!reader, fluff, set after spider-man homecoming (friends to lovers, mutual pining)

note: this is from my old tumblr account adoringparker i decided to post it again but change some things up :)

REQUESTS ARE OPEN! (let me know if you want to see more content like this <3)

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the entire thing being ned and yours idea because you've all been having so many exams recently and barely hung out after school due to revising and peter’s schedule.

peter being hesitant because he was worried that something bad could happen in new york and spider-man wouldn't be there to stop it

you reassuring him that the world can survive without spider-man for one day

oh man you were wrong

you three started the sleepover right after the school bells rang !!!

going to delmars to get sandwiches before you all went to peters place (forgetting the fact that there's only two beds in his room)

you and ned making fun of peter because has to state that the sandwich has to have pickles and be squashed real flat

“peter parker picked a pack of pickled peppers”

"why are you guys ATTACKING me.”

also getting slushies, peter trying to be creative and get red and blue to match the spider-man colours, ned getting red and you mixing cola and cherry to ‘make a cherry cola slushie’

“that is so disgusting y/n”

“shut up pickle breath”

going back to peters apartment and greeting may with a hug (she loves you <3)

“how's my favourite sweetheart doing?”

peter immediately cutting in like the dork he is

“i'm doing pretty good may!! how are you doing?”

teasing peter back

“she likes me more than you pete i’m her favourite”

eating ur sandwiches at the table while talking about what happened in school

“man today’s debate was so easy!”

you and ned throwing lettuce at peter in response “that’s because everything is easy for you smartass”

“did you hear that flash showed photoshopped pictures of him and spider-man during bio and said they went to a party together last night?” “that- i don’t even know how to respond to that..”

going back to peters room once ur done

ned wearing the spider-man top you jokingly bought for him to annoy peter for his pyjamas

“hey pete what'd you think abo-“ “WHY DO YOU OWN THAT”

peter walking in with his messy brown curls wearing his star wars shirt and grey pyjama bottoms but still being able to look fine as hell

peter forcing you to wear his sweater

“do you feel cold? you could wear my sweater- i mean if that’s what you want-”

you walking back into peters room after changing in the bathroom to be greeted with peters cutest smile ever

his eyes would be full of love he feels as though he fell in love all over again

he pulls you into him and hides his face in your neck while hugging you mumbling “you're so pretty in my sweater” ¥]!|¥\$]€{$]

having a star wars marathon and quoting the movies

“i have brought peace, freedom, justice and hot guys to my new empire-” “y/n that’s not the quote!!” “yeah but LOOK AT HIM?”

ned and peter reenacting the mustafar in front of you with rulers instead of light-sabers

“only a sith deals with absolutes, i will do what i must.” “you will try.”

ned winning the ‘light-saber’ duel

“god your such dorks” “and you love it”

ned falling asleep after the third movie bc it's already midnight

peter being antsy about not going on patrol tonight because he still feels like something wrong could be happening right this moment

you searching the latest news articles to see whether anything is happening to reassure him

“see everything is okay-” you get cut off by a bunch of sirens

worst. timing. ever.

him shooting out of his seat very quickly due to the spider reflexes, muttering a quick "i got to go" and kissing you on the forehead before putting on his suit and swinging out of the window

you worrying about peter bc he could be hurt

him coming back home at 4 am in the morning with cuts and bruises on his body

"so did spider-man stop the bad guys?" "he did"

tending to his wounds and scolding him for not being careful enough

him being so tired that he begins to say weird things as you continue to clean his cuts and bruises

"hey y/n, y/n y/n baby listen to me y/nnnn, angel, baby, pretty girl, you’re so pretty i love you”

him asking you to make him hot chocolate at 4am in the morning

resulting in the two of you sitting at the table drinking hot chocolate talking about life

"do you think we're going to stay friends after high school?" "of course we’ll stay friends!”

him talking about your future together not aware of the feelings it's giving you because although the smartest person ever, peter could be so clueless sometimes

"do you think we're going to have dogs or cats?" "w-what i-"

falling asleep on the living room couch with ur head on his chest and his arms around you tightly

waking up to the smell of May's choc-chip pancakes !!! (that ned mostly helped with)

wow i wished i had this

[xoxo-teddybear]

Just Stay - Bakugou Katsuki - pt.2

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, cursing

Summary: it’s been almost 2 years since the breakup and Bakugou refuses to move. No matter how many times people tell him it’s time, he ignores them because he knows he’ll run into you again. And he was right all along.

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

Pt.1 Pt.2 

Almost 2 years. About 24 months. Around 104 weeks, 730 days, 17520 hours, or 63,072,000 seconds. And every second of everyday, you run through Bakugou’s mind.

Memories of the two of you always pass through him and he always smile at the good ones. But as time went on, he realized he really wasn’t the same person anymore. Especially not to Y/N. In the beginning, he was hopelessly devoted to you and he craved to be around you. He always wanted what was best for you until he realized in the end he grew selfish. He stopped caring about your needs, neglecting you, and just assumed you’d stay because you still loved him the same way he did you. He was wrong though, and the horrible day of your split arrived.

After you left his house that day, Bakugou remained in the same place for hours. He stood there and cried with his back facing the front door, and when his legs grew tired, he fell to the ground and continued to cry.

Everybody thought he would move on but he didn’t. He still held onto hope. So for 2 years, Bakugou worked to fix himself just for you. He went to therapy to work on his excessive anger, he stopped going out as much with his friends and worked around the house to improve his home skills to help you out when you would return, and he even went as far as to get a lil dog for himself to learn to be a little more loving and compassionate.

His name was Bomber. He was a Pomeranian.

During those 2 years..it’s like you disappeared. Bakugou, and none of your friends, saw sight or heard word of you. Some people thought you moved, some thought the worst had possibly happened. But Bakugou was still going strong. If something was wrong, he would’ve felt it in his heart, but his hope was still going strong. He knew you were out there.

And he was right. For the past 2 years you’ve lived...everywhere! You never stayed in one place for too long in fear of someone from your life may get word of you being around. You’ve lived in the beautiful islands of the Caribbean all the way to the blissful cities in Paris. You’ve been all around the world and you’ve enjoyed all the sights, but you were getting tired of not really having friends and spending so much money. You missed Japan. The food, the culture, the songs, the celebration. The people. And so you decided it was time for you to head back.

You moved back home about a month ago and you made sure none of your old friends would hear about you. You wanted to settle for a little bit before interacting with the people who were a huge part of your old life and you enjoyed the quite peaceful nature. After some time, you decided it was okay to meet up with your old friends, but instead of going out and looking for them, you waited to see what destiny brought you, and now the moment has come.

You sat in the old park you used to love being in when you lived in Japan. It was spring time and the cherry blossoms were out as they covered the trail you made for yourself when you came here. In the past, you found a hidden area of the park forest that seemed...magical. There was a crystal blue lake that were filled with Lilly pads, lotuses, and koi fish. The sunlight hit perfectly on the patch of land, and dusted it with a golden honey scheme. The cherry blossom trees surrounded the place along with tall pines that reached the clouds. The cute little creatures that lived in the secluded area included bunnies, fawns, beautiful birds, and adorable foxes.

It’s been so long since you’ve been here. The last time you even stepped foot into this park was when you were with..Bakugou. But even then, the last time you went with him was about 4 months before your breakup. He was the only person you ever told about this spot and you both had so many memories here. You weren’t gonna lie, you missed him, but you didn’t know who he was now. As the 2 years past, Bakugou has gone through your mind a couple times, and you smiled towards the sky as you wondered what he’s like nowadays. If he’s any different than the last time you saw him. You really wished nothing but the best for the man you love.

Every once in awhile, Bakugou would step into the hidden sanctuary that Y/N showed him. He enjoyed going there to get away from his reality and thoughts of Y/N always came to him when he entered that special place. This time, his imagination seemed really strong because he felt like he was staring at the real deal.

He looked ahead and leaning against the tallest cherry tree was the beautiful goddess herself, Y/N L/N. She held her cool expression as she held a cute little bunny and her golden jewelry sparkled in the sunlight that hit her body perfectly. She truly did look like a goddess.

Bakugou smiled as he saw you, but he quickly shook it off as he realized there was no way it was possible. He then chose to walk to the spot, hoping that the image of you would just disappear, but he also hoped that you were real. He snuck up on you from behind but you were smarter than that. Once he got close enough you walked to the other side of the tree, out of his line of vision and went into stealth mode as you quickly used your quirk to be seated on a high branch. Bakugou saw you walk and disappear so he sighed as he “realized” you were just his imagination. However, when he finally settled and looked out beyond the valley, you jumped down to surprise him. You hopped off the branch, grabbed Bakugou and spun you both around so that you were laying against the tree and he was facing you.

“Long time no see, Bakugou,” you said with a little break in your voice as you spoke with such a “cool girl tone.” You held a sassy smile as you stared at him with all the confidence radiating off your body. Bakugou just looked at you in shock. His mouth hung open as his wide eyes traveled all around you to make sure you were real. He shook a little as he stared at you and soon his tears began to pool at his eyes.

“Hey, hey, hey. You don’t gotta cry, it’s okay,” you said with a concerned smile. You wiped a stray tear that fell from his ruby eyes with your thumb and you felt heat rise to his cheeks as he leaned into your palm. “....Bakugou?....Are you- woah!”

Without warning, he quickly grabbed you and pulled you in by the waist to give you a hug. He held you tight as you were shocked but you smiled against his chest and held him too. He cried on your shoulder and after some time he finally spoke.

“I’ve missed you so much Y/N.”

“.....I’ve missed you too Katsuki.”

—

“Where have you been?” He asked as you both were seated on the grass. You and Bakugou both held onto each other for awhile as Bakugou cried his heart out like a big baby. You finally settled him and you both were sitting next to each other laying against the tree as you both sat on the grass.

“I’ve been everywhere!” You laughed out, “I’ve went to the states and hung out in L.A and Hawaii, took some time in New York and hung out in Florida. I then went to the Caribbean and partied in the Dominican Republic, and I even traveled to Europe and stayed in Paris for a bit. I’ve been all over the world traveling and finding me again.”

“You seem happy about that,” Bakugou said as he looked at you with loving eyes and a small smile that only you could ever bring out.

“I am. Ever since...um...you know...I’ve been a little lost. I lost myself and I missed the old me. My trips and alone time brought out the old me again and I’ve been feeling so much more alive,” you sighed as you settled, “but I’ve missed my roots. I’ve missed Japan and the people.....I’ve missed you too Katsuki.” You said with kind eyes as you smiled at him causing him to blush immensely.

You both remained silent as you guys enjoyed the sounds of spring. You felt the breeze blow in your hair as the warm sun comforted you. Soon, you felt Bakugou’s hand slowly touch yours. You knew he was scared to go and do anything else, but you openly welcomed his touch and he clearly became less tense.

“So...what have you been up to while I was away?” You calmly asked. You noticed Bakugou’s hesitation and deep breath before he spoke.

“I’ve been....I’ve been trying to better myself for you.” Your brows raised and eyes opened up a little wider. For the past 2 years, he’s been trying to better himself...just for you. “I’ve gone to therapy for my anger, stop going out as much, learned to do more around the house...even got a little dog to learn to be a little more compassionate.”

“Ouu! What kind?” You excitedly asked. He chuckled at your cute aura and answered your question.

“Cute little Pomeranian named bomber,” he admitted.

“No way! Cuteeee!” You squealed and Bakugou just laughed at you once again. How cute. As you thought about everything he said, your smile dropped a little into a little lip curl. A silence came over the two of you before you spoke again.

“You...you did all that for me?”

“Mhm. I wanna prove to you that I can change. That I have changed. ....I’m not telling you this to get you to come back to me..I want you to come on your own choice but I want you to know if you do decide to come back, that I’ve become better.” He explained.

You smiled and hummed to yourself in happiness. Your cheeks dusted with warmth as you smiled so much it hurt.

“Why don’t you show me how much you’ve changed Katsuki?” You offered.

“What?”

“Hehe, let’s start over. I don’t know if you’re still down for anything...but I’ve missed you over the past 2 years and I remember you saying that if a certain ‘goddess’ wanted to come back..you’d be waiting with open arms...” you looked at him and he gave an open smile that held more disbelief and happiness than excitement.

“Can we try again Suki?” You quietly asked, but Bakugou stood and picked you up. He pulled you up by your arms and pulled you even higher which caused you to jump and wrap your legs around him. You laughed out in excitement as he held you like that and rested his head in the crook of your neck.

“I should be on my hands and knees asking you that, princess.” He softly said with a broken voice but it was clear he was letting out tears of joy. You wrapped your arms around his neck even tighter as his hold on you never faltered. He started sniffling and you pulled him out of your neck as you wiped his tears.

“Suki! Stop crying,” you giggled, “this is supposed to be a happen moment.”

“Shut up! I don’t cry!” He said with a flushed face as he looked to the side but still holding you. You raised your brow at him and he only nervously laughed as he placed you down. He stuck out his hand for you to grab onto but you placed it down and wrapped your arms around his. You pecked his cheek and leaned on him as he smiled down at you. This was the moment he’s been waiting for. His princess finally came back to him. Everyone told him to move on but he knew better. If he did, he would’ve never been here right now with you again. And this time, he would make sure you’d stay.

“Suki?”

“Yes princess?”

“.......Can we go see Bomber?”

“Heh...whatever your heart desires.”

A/N: STAWWWPPP YALL THIS WAS SO BAD BUT IT WAS SO RUSHED! IM TRYNA HURRY CUZ I HAVE ANOTHER PART 2 TO WORK ON, I HAVE TO START ON THE NEXT PART OF MY SERIES AND I HAVE SO MUCH WORK TO DOOOOO😭😭😭 IM SO PISSED AT MYSELF BRO THIS COULDVE BEEN SO MUCH BETTER!!! BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOYED WHATEVER U COULD CUBS! See u next time! 😭💗🧸

[orange-waterfalls]

Unnecessary Feelings

The Host x gn!reader

ty anon for the request

A/N: BRO. Bro. Bro I. I am so proud of this one don’t even look at me. Also happy spooky month! Might do something with that, idk though. This is more of another character study with the Host, I’ll be honest. I still think it’s pretty cute, though. I didn’t read back through this, lmk about any mistakes. Enjoy!

Word Count: 2.4k

Unnecessary Feelings

Host isn’t particularly looking for a relationship, of any sort. Not necessarily. It would be nice, but it isn’t at the forefront of his mind. It’s not that important. Change is weird. He’s been in his same office, writing the same kind of stories, with the same kind of people. That’s fine. He likes that. He likes his novels, his protagonists, and his office.

He explained all of these things to Wilford and Darkiplier, but neither was having it. That’s how he ended up staying at the manor for a while, while his place was being “renovated”. He didn’t know how much he trusted Wilford to “renovate” correctly. 

Wilford likes pink. A lot. Host doesn’t. He can't see it, but he knows it. Pink was loud. Pink smelled like raspberries and icing and cherry blossoms and shrimp. It sounded like fair music and joyful screaming and chalk scraping on the ground. It felt smooth and soft and squishy. It tasted like sugar, sugar, sugar, too much to be healthy. Pink made his brain hurt. He doesn’t like pink. Wilford likes pink. Wilford… Wilford fucking loves pink. And Wilford will say it’s pink, and Host will know it’s pink, and even though he can’t see it, he’ll be upset that it’s pink. He doesn’t like pink. He doesn’t know how to say it. So he doesn’t. And he copes.

He takes the opportunity to talk to the others staying at the manor, which was pretty much just Dr. Iplier and… you. Dr. Iplier was a… reasonable man. He was boring. Very boring, really. He directed every conversation to discuss your health or a weird patient he had recently, neither of which really interested the Host. He didn’t enjoy talking to Dr. Iplier too much. 

You, however…

Were also kind of boring?

Well, you mostly just wandered around, reading, cleaning, sleeping, not doing much else. He didn’t initiate conversation and neither did you. If you sat next to him on the couch and he sat a little straighter and breathed a little faster, that was simply a coincidence. And the urge to talk to you about his novel for hours was simply boredom. And the desire to listen to you talk for hours was… it was none of your goddamn business is what it was. He didn’t like you, but he didn’t dislike you either. He felt nothing. You made him feel nothing. This didn’t mean anything.

Really. 

It didn’t.

But, entirely too fast, Dark and Wil were done. Or rather, whoever they hired was done. Which was good. Host bid you two goodbye. Dr. Iplier told him to drink plenty of water but not too much, and you told him you’d keep an eye out for his newest novel. He felt like he should be blushing right now, he felt it in his face. Nobody commented, so he assumed he didn’t. He felt a thing happen in his chest as he looked at the two of you. 

He didn’t like either of you, and if he kept telling himself that, maybe it would come true.

He received a new office. It was much cleaner and brighter, and he actually had room to think. There was an espresso machine in the corner atop a pink table, a “dandelion” yellow couch next to it, a pastel pink desk against the opposite wall, and a few “motivational” posters on the baby blue walls. At least from what he’d heard. Wilford did his best to explain the room. He appreciated that the walls were not, in fact, pink like he expected.

He had to walk around a few times, keep track of his steps, and get used to the new layout. It’s a good room. Clean. No nails sticking out of the floor, no rats scurrying around, no cobwebs, no holes, no nothing. Clean and quiet. Clean. And. Quiet.

… 

He fucking hates the goddamn room.

Who likes silence? Who enjoys that? Who wants to be stuck in a suffocatingly clean office with nothing but their thoughts for hours at a time? Homicidal people, that’s who.

Ignore the fact that he has homicidal tendencies and has almost killed/has killed several people, that doesn’t matter right now.

He can just sit and deal. He can take the office, try to coax the rats into coming back, buy some spiders, and write. No big deal.

Except what if he didn’t deal? What if he told them he hated it and couldn’t work in these conditions? What if he was forced to stay at the manor again? What if he could… talk… and interact with people? Without anything barring him from doing so?

He’s… not lonely. 

He’s not lonely. 

He’s not.

But if he stays in the manor again while Wilford talks about how he has no taste and Darkiplier decides to be in charge of the renovation now, that’s not his fault.

Bim, Eric, and you were staying at the manor when he had to. For the second time. Bim had a thing for rom-coms and dramedy movies, and Eric had started to pick that thing up. You and Host also watched the movies, but whether you actually liked them was beyond him. Usually, you made fun of them together. He couldn’t see them, but he could hear a lot of the ridiculous dialogue. He could drop two random people in a closed-off room together and they’d have more chemistry than half of these Hallmark Christmas Movie couples. You were very quiet during “To All The Boys I Loved Before”, however, so either you loved it or you hated it. He couldn’t really tell.

You two talked a little less than before, you being preoccupied with Eric. Host was fine with that. He could just… talk to you whenever you were done. But you apparently had a low social battery and trapped yourself in a room whenever you were done talking to Eric. That was fine. Host didn’t need to be happy anyways. 

He may or may not have showed up at your door first thing in the morning sometimes to get the chance to talk to you. You didn’t know, so it was fine.

But Eric and Bim were smart. They picked up on the Host’s… “feelings” and desire to talk to you. If either were in a room with you and Host, they immediately left so that you could talk. It worked, and Host was happy, but he felt kind of bad.

No. No he didn’t. He felt no emotion towards anyone or anything. The suit he bought for Bim and the journal he bought for Eric meant absolutely nothing. It was a business transaction. You can’t prove anything.

Somehow quicker than before, the room was fixed. Again. And you, Eric, and Bim saw him off. Eric’s voice sounded wet and Bim sounded a little sad as well. You sounded… fine. But he had a suspicion that you knew you were going to see him again soon. And Host was not upset, of course not. And if he was thankful his eyes weren’t exactly working properly because otherwise he might have shed a few tears, it was completely unrelated. You can’t prove anything.

The new room was completely black and white. Black laptop and a white desk with a black chair. White walls and a black floor. A white couch against the wall. No espresso machine this time, which slightly disappointed the Host. 

Darkiplier sounded proud when he explained the room. Host could see why, it sounded very pretty. Which he tried to say when he turned to Darkiplier. But his traitorous mouth instead said:

“Host asks if this room is meant for the Host or you?”

The Host was teleported back to the manor this time. Wilford was standing out in front, Host knew because he heard the man’s distinct yell of surprise. He also smelled gunsmoke and wine.

“Wilford.”

“Host. What are you doing here?”

“The Host asks what you are doing here?”

“... I asked you first.”

“The Host asked you second.”

“... business. You?”

“... business.”

“Ah… well, cheers.” Quick footsteps get quieter as Wilford runs away. Host stood for a moment,  debating whether or not to apologize to Dark. Before he could decide, the door opened.

“Host?” You asked. Host instantly felt himself straighten up and ball his fists.

“Hello.” He said stiffly.

“Another renovation?” He heard the smile in your voice and forced himself not to smile back.

“Host assumes so.” He nodded.

“So…” You sighed.

“So?” He tilted his head.

“Are you coming in?” You asked. Host let himself smile as he walked into the manor.

He didn’t see you all too much for the rest of the week, and he was severely disappointed. There wasn’t really anybody staying there, just a few people visiting over a few days. Yancy, Illinois, and maybe Bing, if the sound of a skateboard at 3 in the morning was any clue. He was pretty much alone. And that was fine. He was usually alone. He was used to it. This was fine.

Maybe he should stop lying to himself so often.

All too soon, he was on his way back. Again. You were the only one to see him off this time.

“Well… um…” You started. The tension between you two was like a punch to the gut. You were perfectly fine before. What happened?

“Host bids you farewell,” He nodded politely and turned around. Maybe if he left quickly, it wouldn’t hurt as much.

“Wait, Host!” You called. He froze. “I’m, uh… I’m coming with you.” He spun around to face you.

“Host… asks what you mean?”

“I wanna… see your office. I mean, if I’m… allowed to visit?” You said meekly. Host felt his heart quicken.

“The Host would love-like that,” He coughed as he corrected himself. 

“Ok, good,” He could hear the smug smile in your voice. Damn him and his… feelings.

The commute to his thrice-new office was almost silent. Neither of you said anything. You most likely wanted to wait for the Host to start the conversation, but he didn’t want to bother you if you didn’t want to talk. It was a little awkward. But after a while, it became comfortable. He liked just being in your presence.

He thought that was what he would miss most about the manor.

You both stood outside of his office door when you arrived.

“Well… here we are.” You whispered. Host nodded solemnly. “Do you want to do the honors.” Host lifted his hand to the doorknob, feeling himself shake. He clutched the doorknob, not moving an inch. He could feel your eyes on him. You were worried. This was fine. 

You could visit. But what if you didn’t want to? What if you saw his stories? What if you thought he was cruel? He was, but not to you. He would never be to you. He could stop. He could write different stories. He could write a romance! It would still affect people’s lives, but for the better? At least until the story ended and he had no control over it. What if you wanted him to stop? He couldn’t just stop. Would you give him an ultimatum? You wouldn’t… would you?

“Host--” You started. He whipped around to face you.

“The Host does not want to enter the room.” He said, voice wavering a little. He cleared his throat. Embarrassing.

“What? Ho-”

“The Host wants to talk to people. The Host… wants friends. The Host wants to stay with you and the others.” He grits out. God, this was pathetic. Was he begging? 

“Host, open the door.” You sighed. The Host froze. What? Why were you… what?

Oh. So that was it. You were seeing him off… for the last time. You didn’t… you… didn’t like… 

Right. Yeah. You were a polite person. He should’ve known.

“But…” He trailed off and faced the floor.

“Host, I really think you should open the door,” You said, the smile clear in your voice. His eyebrows furrowed. Well, you didn’t have to be so eager about it, Jesus.

The Host grabbed the doorknob and threw the door open with a crack against the wall.

“Jesus, man!” Bim’s distinct game show voice sounded from inside the room. Left front corner. “What’s got your boxers in a bunch?”

“I always thought he was a boxer-briefs man.” Dr. Iplier said from the opposite side.

“I can confirm that he is, in fact, a boxer-briefs man.” Google said from the same place as Dr. Iplier.

“I honestly would’ve thought commando.” Eric’s voice was muffled, as if he was facing away from everyone else.

What… What the fuck?

“What. The fuck.” He said loudly. You clapped a hand on his shoulder, making him jump.

“Surprise! We’re invading your office. Please don’t resist.” He could, again, hear the smirk on your face. He almost wanted to be mad. Almost.

“What?” He turned to you. You let go of him and stepped in.

“We fixed your room! You got your bland-ass beige walls, your hardwood floor, cobwebs, dust, and I think there’s a rat somewhere in the walls…”

“His name is Remy!” Eric said happily.

“Sorry, Remy is somewhere in the walls.” Host didn’t move, still processing this whole situation.

“The Host… doesn’t understand…” He rubbed his temples.

“Well, you seemed… lonely. And we like spending time with you. So… we’re gonna spend time with you!” Bim explained.

“You don’t have to do things alone anymore. Just… call someone up and we’ll come hang out.” Dr. Iplier said.

“Only if you ask, though.” Eric added softly. Host didn’t move for a long while.

The others began to fidget, thinking they did something wrong. Eventually, he took a breath, and everyone else held theirs.

“Is… is the Host’s equipment still here?” He asked.

“Your writing stuff? Yeah, it’s on the desk.” You answered. Host went quiet again, thinking.

“Do… You guys want to help the Host write something?” He mumbled.

“Hell yeah we do!” You clapped your hands once. Host made his way over to his desk. All the others, including you, crowded around him as soon as he sat down, pushing each other to get a good look.

This was slightly claustrophobic and pretty uncomfortable… 

…

It was perfect.

[newtonsheffield]

Hmmm so Anthony enjoyed the striptease and after clubbing when they went home Kate did what to Anthony?👀

Maybe save this for spicy sunday

👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

We don't need to see slightly tipsy Good Girls Kate and Anthony stumbling home do we???

I'm kidding. Okay. Let's do this.

This is a continuation of my post from yesterday where Kate tricked old Anthony into going out to a club with her by looking like a babe.

He could feel Kate's hands up his shirt before they'd even gotten in the cab, her fingers trailing over the muscles of his stomach, her voice low in his ear, not quite a whisper

"Have I ever told you, you were the first boy I ever had a dirty dream about?"

Anthony cleared his throat, looking around at the other people in the line, several smirks sent his way. He shook his head.

Kate hummed, "I was 15 and I dreamt about us having sex behind the football field." Anthony suddenly felt a little smug, that even so many years before they'd been together, he'd been part of her wildest fantasy. But apparently Kate wasn't finished, "And that's the night I figured out how to finger myself."

Anthony choked as a man behind him clapped him on the shoulder, "Nice work mate!" Anthony shot the man a scowl as Kate spun around smiling brightly.

"Well who can blame? Isn't he handsome?" The girl clinging to the Man's side gave a covert little nod and a man further down the line yelled out

"He sure is, sweetheart!"

Anthony felt his cheeks burning as he tugged Kate towards the waiting cab, the smug smile on her face a little much, as her hand settled high on his thigh, Anthony stuttering out the address.

"Princess, please, you're drunk." Anthony choked out as her teeth nipped at his collarbone.

She hummed again, "I've been drinking, I'm far from drunk."

Christ she was right, she hadn't had a drink in hours, sure, there was the taste of vodka on her tongue as it moved against his but her movements weren't clumsy, weren't even hesitant as she pressed him against the door of the cab, her skin hot under his touch as she palmed at the front of his jeans, her already short skirt hiking up even higher.

"Oi! Lovebirds! We're here!" The cabdriver yelled out, honking the horn. Anthony flushed as Kate slid from the car, her eyes beckoning him to leave the car, as she sauntered backwards towards their flat. Anthony reached into his pocket fumbling for his wallet, grabbing a fistful of notes and shoving them at the driver.

"Sorry mate, you get it she's-" He gestured vaguely after Kate's swishing hips with a frustrated growl.

The cabdriver rolled his eyes, "Yeah mate, the girl you picked up in a bar's a babe. I get it."

Anthony sighed, clapping him on the shoulder, as he slid from the car "That girl's gonna be my wife one day, mate."

He didn't wait for a response before he hurried inside after her, practically panting already. Kate was already in the living room by the time he bounded through the door, a single chair in the middle of the room, his old school tie hanging from the edge, the sight sent a jolt right through him.

"Take off your clothes and sit down, Anthony." He couldn't move quickly enough, tugging his boots off as he jumped around, slipping out of his jeans a shirt hurriedly before parking himself expectantly in the chair, staring up at Kate.

"Am I getting a little show tonight?"

A predatory smirk spread over Kate's face. "I think so, but the thing is when you go to strip clubs you're not allowed to touch the girls."

He'd known where this was going all along, and still is hips jolted upwards, when she hadn't even touched him yet.

She waltzed around him tugging his hands behind his back on the chair, her fingers fiddling with the tie binding his wrists together and he had no intentions of trying to struggle, the front of his boxers was already too tight, but he couldn't resist teasing.

"Now how am I supposed to tuck £5 notes into your thong if I don't have my hands, princess."

Kate finished her work with a satisfied hum her lips ghosting over his ear. "Oh, honey, we both know you'd need notes much bigger than that to afford me."

Anthony couldn't help but whine, as she sashayed to stand in front of him, her hips already swaying, before the music had even started, Def Leppard suddenly blasting through the apartment, a slow smile on Kate's face as her hips started to move in time with the beat, her hair flipping in time , her hands roaming over herself and Anthony already wanted to touch, his fingers twitching behind his back, straining against the restraints as her fingers played with the edge of her top.

"Do you want me to take it off?" She was still moving with the music, her eyebrow raised expectantly. He nodded eagerly, desperate to see her. "Use your words please Anthony."

Her commanding tone was getting him there even quicker than the visual. "Please. Please show me, Princess."

Her top hit the floor seconds later, and fuck he wanted to touch her, to feel her warm soft skin under his fingertips. Wanted for it to be his hands on the zip of her skirt, tugging to down, wanted his tongue to follow the zipper down, and christ all he wanted was to be able to feel her.

"Kate, Babe, please I can't- I need-" Oh she'd dropped her skirt, the red lace of her underway stark against her skin as she turned to face him, walking slowly towards him.

"What do you need Anthony?" Her voice was low and rough, she was so close their legs were nearly touching, and he'd never felt so desperate in his entire life, not even when Kate had snuck into his bedroom one weekend and waited for him, tied to the headboard.

"If you tell me I'll give it to you, I promise." Anthony could barely hear her, his eyes had fixated on the way her breasts were swaying in his face, his hips bucking towards her, "Anthonyyy." Her voice was a sing song now, her fingertip trailing down his chest, making him shiver.

"I want you to ride me!" It fell from his lips i a bit of a panic, and he figured he may as well complete the thought. "And let me cum on your tits."

Kate's eyebrow lifted, her smirk a permanent fixture, as she moved to stand over him, leaning towards him just a little. Anthony strained against the chair to try and get their lips to touch.

"If that's what you want. You were such a good boy tonight." And then her lips were on his, even more relentless than they had been in the car, her tongue sliding sinfully against his as she finally straddled him, his hips bucking upwards immediately his shoulders burning as he strained against the restraints.

And then she was there, the pace punishing as she moved against him, obviously as desperate for him as he'd been for her all night, and he could already tell this wasn't going to last long, his forehead dropping to her shoulder as her arms held him close, desperate noises wrenched from his chest as he tried to hold back long enough. Kate's voice cracking as it was interspersed with gasps and groans

Anthony, Anthony Honey, I'm so so oh Fuck! Look at me.

His eyes snapped to hers and she shattered around him, her mouth falling open in a silent scream. Desperate heat building in his stomach tugging behind his belly button and he covered her chest in himself.

Music still blaring from the speaker in the corner, Cherry Pie now, anthony noted vaguely, the only thing breaking up the sounds of their laboured breathing.

Kate hummed staring down at her chest before running her finger through it, bringing it to her lips, making Anthony groan against her. "I'm kind of surprised. since I stopped making you wrap it you never wanna do that anymore."

She trailed her fingers between her legs, bringing them to Anthony's lips.

He whined, "Are you complaining?"

Kate smirked, standing from his lap a little shakily Anthony noted smugly, "Definitely not." Her hands tugging hers free, pulling him to his feet, a soft sigh escaping him as she finally settled his hand on her arse. "Now come on, we're not done yet. There's a headboard you made in here, and I want to stare at it while you rail me."

This girl really was going to be his wife one day, and he couldn't wait.

[xhanisai]

Truth Or Dare?

AO3 / FFN

Summary:

Adrien gulped, completely frozen in his seat under the gaze of his demonic classmates, the almighty, notorious peer-pressure throwing a concert whilst his Lady continued to act like that the string on the floor was far more interesting than the fact that her newly discovered partner was currently in the hot seat. 'Now how do I answer this!?' He panicked internally, twiddling with his thumbs and praying to the Gods more reliable than Plagg that Marinette would suddenly come up with some brilliant, top-notch plan that would surely get them both out of this. Especially if she doesn't want him to whimper out: "Ya got me! It was Marinette when she kissed the evil out of me after I got shot by Dislocoeur, hahaha! Oh, do I need to mention that I have no recollection of it whatsoever and that I was decked up in my usual catsuit whilst she was in her polka-dotted onesie? A brilliant first kiss, amirite!? Not to mention that our second kiss was also wiped from my memory, cheers for that Alya and Nino!"

Pairing - Adrinette Prompt - 'Truth or Dare?' ~(x)~ . . . Adrien was fucked. He was entirely, thoroughly, immensely fucked. And not in the literal way much to the teen's utter dismay and painful frustration. And certainly not anytime soon, judging by his princesse's stiff, flustered posture who was on the floor across him, along with the rest of their class sitting in a circle (sans Lila and Chloé, Dieu merci). Gremlin-like smirks were etched on their friends' mischievous faces and sinister cackles escaped their mouths like the Madhatter from Alice Au Pays Des Merveilles. Even timid ol' Sabrina wore a grin that would rival the Cheshire cat. But never mind that. What was the cherry on top was how both he and Marinette just found out each other's identities no more than ten minutes prior. The two idiots were desperately sprinting back to collège Françoise Dupont after their latest akuma battle without noticing the other, only to literally collide into one other and their transformation to wear off immediately, leaving them both with matching gaping expressions. If luck was on his side, the scenario would have carried on with Adrien whipping out 'suave move #9236' and channelling his inner 'Tamaki Suoh', helping his Lady to her feet with a smile so sexy and seductive (guaranteed to win her over of course) and then him proceeding to ask her out for a cup of coffee where they can talk! Then, he would have totally charmed her with another brilliant smile that would have surely fly kicked away whatever feelings she had for that 'other' boy (he named him M. Imbécile), caressing that soft, soft cheek of hers with his hand and surely they would have leaned in for a hot, passionate, true love's kiss (and he'd finally know what it's like to be properly smooched)! MAIS NON. NON. His five seconds of absolute happiness, of pure bliss after finding out that the two girls he bloody loved so damn much and practically worshipped, were one and the same- WAS INTERRUPTED. . The inconveniently timed Ladyblogger and her DJ boyfriend arrived at the scene, practically snatching both him and Marinette away and back to class, babbling about how Mme. Bustier was going to arrive late hence they were going to take advantage of it. By taking advantage, they meant avoiding all responsibilities by playing a specific game. A game that Adrien has learnt to now, unconditionally despise. . "We're not getting any younger here, Buttercup. Tell us, who was your first kiss? And don't even think about lying your way out, we can tell by your face that you definitely got some sort of action~" Alya's glasses flashed in such a devilish way, even Le Papillon would have found himself shitting his pants. "Of course, if you don't want to answer the truth...you can always pick dare," 'LIKE HELL I WILL!' The last person to have picked 'dare' was Rose and she was instructed to deliver a hearty smack to Kim's bum! The teen model pretty much vowed that the only booty his hands were allowed to touch was Marinette's, with consent obviously. And vice versa. And the person before Rose who chose 'dare' was Nino! He was dared to sneak outside, climb to the top of the building's rooftop and sing Rick Astley's 'Never Gonna Give You Up' from the top of his lungs, recording himself live on Instagram as proof. It was a miracle that he never got caught by the staff! Again, the feline hero very much preferred that any attempts of his serenading would only be heard by the ears of the love of his life. . Adrien gulped, completely frozen in his seat under the gaze of his demonic classmates, the almighty, notorious peer-pressure throwing a concert whilst his Lady continued to act like that the string on the floor was far more interesting than the fact that her newly discovered partner was currently in the hot seat. 'Now how do I answer this!?' He panicked internally, twiddling with his thumbs and praying to the Gods more reliable than Plagg that Marinette would suddenly come up with some brilliant, top-notch plan that would surely get them both out of this. Especially if she doesn't want him to whimper out: "Ya got me! It was Marinette when she kissed the evil out of me after I got shot by Dislocoeur, hahaha! Oh, do I need to mention that I have no recollection of it whatsoever and that I was decked up in my usual catsuit whilst she was in her polka-dotted onesie? A brilliant first kiss, amirite!? Not to mention that our second kiss was also wiped from my memory, cheers for that Alya and Nino!" Unfortunately, (once again) for him, not even his pleading kitty eyes were able to penetrate the wall of aloofness that Marinette held between them, leaving him completely on his own, ready to be torn apart by their friends' malevolent hands. He was the equivalent of a teeny tiny, illegally cute kitten, surrounded by a circle of hungry, deadly, carnivorous wolves, licking their chops! Yet, Marinette remained unphased, pretending to stare out into space and think about what her Maman and Papa would prepare for dinner as if Adrien's scrutinising gaze weren't like arrows all over her side. However, much to her disadvantage, Agreste is her partner and he knew her very, very well. The desperate cat was able to pinpoint the cold sweat that was growing on her forehead, knowing that his presence was starting to get to her and conscious of the fact that she cannot ignore him for long either. 'Come on Marinette, you can't resist me forever. Please help!' His lack of any sort of psychic powers didn't stop him from wishing that she could read his mind but dammit did he try. 'Don't you love your pauvre Chaton!? Aidez-moi s'il vous plaît, My Lady!!!' Just before he could resort to begging out loud, Alix Kubdel... ...snickered. Simply from that evil, ominous sound, both Adrien and Marinette paled on the spot at a speed faster than M. Césaire's panther could ever dream of running at. "Ever since we asked you that question, not once have you looked away from Marinette...now why is that~?" The short girl's insight caused the rest of the class to gasp cheekily and "Oooh~?" simultaneously, their ferocious appetite for juicy gossip now at full throttle much to both heroes' apprehension. "And you, Mari! You look like a kid who got caught stealing from the cookie jar. I think the two of you have something big to admit to the rest of us, hmm?" "...No-oooo...?" Dupain-Cheng refused to make eye contact with anyone, her lips stuck between what looked like a grimace and a fake smile, continuing her sentence which was just as truthful as Jagged Stone's claims of being in his mid-twenties. "I am still a lowly virgin maiden in the kissing department...heheh...heh..." Adrien on the other hand blinked owlishly as he finally came to a conclusion, his singular working brain cell grinding its gear through his thought process. Oh? Ohoh??? OHOHOOHOH??????? . "So that means I was your first kiss too?" . If there was a compilation labelled "Top Ten Ways That Adrien Mothafuckin' Stupid Agreste Fucked Up"... This would be number one. "...You didn't hear me say that out loud...right?" He gulped meekly, shrinking under the astonished looks that everyone gave him, his Lady's jaw dropping further than what he assumed was humanely possible. He. Was. Fucked. . The entire classroom erupted with utter chaos. Ranging from high pitched squeals from Alya, Rose, Mylène and Kim to "HOLY SHIT!" and "HOW DID THIS HAPPEN!?" from Alix, Nino, Juleka and so on. Even Marinette was left burning brighter than a tomato, covering her face in embarrassment along with her iconic mantra: "THIS IS A DISASTER!!!" and shaking her head. Money was exchanged from secretive bets that were placed on the model and designer, naughty comments were thrown around left and right and even more! If one were to enter the room right now, they'd think that they've just stumbled across a hectic zoo. Never in his life did Adrien want the ground to swallow him up so badly or even run away at the speed of sound to an unknown island where he would live off of fruit and grow old all alone without ever getting married. Marinette probably- no, she definitely hates him now. Her refusal to come out of her 'Don't talk to me, I'm catastrophising' human ball and face him was more than enough evidence to prove that. Who was he kidding, thinking that he would be able to get such a wonderful, spectacular girl like her to fall for a hopeless, ridiculous nincompoop like him? His attempts in the past never worked out before and it certainly wouldn't have worked out now. Forget about pursuing a romantic relationship with her, he's one-hundred percent sure that he's absolutely tarnished what was left of their friendship! He can visualise his terrifying, depressing excuse of a future already. No more shy, cute greetings with a gorgeous smile in the mornings before class from Marinette. No more fun banter and warm hugs on their favourite patrol environments from Marinette. No more cheeky jokes and flirty teasing from Marinette. No more timid conversations and saying his name in the most softest way he's ever heard from Marinette. And, no more perfect "Bien joué!" fist bumps after an akuma battle from Marinette... How...how was he supposed to live without her? 'Shit, I can feel my eyes starting to water...' He took a deep breath, staring at the ceiling to force the traitorous tears away from daring to come out. The last thing Marinette needed was to deal with a dumb crybaby like him after he's just embarrassed her like that with his stupid, big mouth- "-But when did this happen, Marinette??? Girl, why didn't you tell me!?" Snapping out of his self-pity, Adrien tuned back into the pandemonium, wincing at how mortified Marinette still looked (albeit she was no longer in her cocoon of doom). She pursed her lips at Alya with that adorable pout of hers, unsure of how to answer with something that didn't sound like a terrible excuse. . Finally, a solid answer blared in Adrien's brain, the blonde teen adamant that he turned the situation around and salvaged what was left of the bond between him and his Princesse. For now, he can focus on the dreadful future after he got the current situation sorted. He would do anything to make Marinette feel good around him again. "It was during that time we were at le Musée Grévin when I invited Alya, Nino, Marinette and Manon to join me," He ignored the way that their classmates leaned closer with wide grins, focusing on sending a quiet apology to Marinette's direction with his pleading eyes alone. "I was being dumb and tried to play a prank on Marinette when the other three were away. I ended up tripping and Marinette tried to help me but I accidentally pulled her down with me and...we accidentally kissed..." Although the scenario wasn't fully true, Marinette did manage to land a light peck upon his lips during that incident and that's all it took for it to be branded in his memory. The sear of foreign warmth that left his lips in tingles, the subtle taste of strawberry gloss that left him hungry for more and the unadulterated softness that rivalled even the most expensive of silk. He hoped that his little white lie towards the end was enough to alleviate what was left of Marinette's embarrassment, deaf to their classmates' coos and brows furrowed to emphasise how sorry he was to the girl he loves. Although there was still a hint of pink on her cheeks, her expression was something that he wasn't able to decipher and that only made his heart race even faster than before. 'Please don't hate me, please don't hate me, please don't hate me-' "So how was the kiss, then?" Ivan waggled his eyebrows, both him and his girlfriend playfully winking at Marinette at her protesting stammers. "Oh? E-Erm...it was very quick and brief so I didn't get a chance to enjoy it-" His treacherous eyes decided to land on Marinette's lips midway, his mind screaming to stop digging a deeper hole for himself. He wasn't quick enough to flit his gaze away, the indication that he wanted to kiss her again so painfully obvious that even a blind person would have noticed. "-It was very soft and nice, however! I don't regret it-" Suddenly... . ...Marinette stood up. Adrien felt like his heart was going to bust out of his chest with the way it ricocheted against his ribcage, his emerald eyes wide with apprehension and his breath lodged in his throat as if a vice was clasped around his neck. Was she going to kill him? He certainly thought he deserved it. "Alya," The heroine in disguise began, the teen model unable to hide his flinch. "Dare me to kiss Adrien." 

She lifted her head to face her partner, her sapphire blues no longer hidden in the shadows of her fringe and sparkling with both amusement and...love? Her kissable lips were upturned into a confident smile with a gloss that was begging for him to taste and he was absolutely losing his mind. Was he dreaming? He must be dreaming. Yes. No way in the seven heavens would Marinette, THE Marinette, would want to kiss HIM, the embodiment of bad luck! Yet, the twinkling of her eyes and the warmth that radiated from her as she walked closer and closer towards him said otherwise. He didn't even hear Alya's excited declaration for Marinette's dare, solely focused on the way his Lady kneeled in front of him, smoothed her hands towards his cheeks and cupped them so gingerly. . "Pucker up, Buttercup," Marinette murmured against his lips with an endearing smirk, grazing her nose with his and rubbing his cheeks with her thumbs before sealing the kiss. . With all the romantic daydreams and boyish yearning he went through when it came to Marinette's lips, Adrien thought that he was well prepared for the real deal if the day were to ever come, disregarding his bad luck of course. However, he has been wrong before. He's absolutely, definitely, positively wrong now. The brief, shocked, brush of lips back in the wax museum was barely a taster. Barely a glimpse of the real thing. Not even close to a sample of the luxury. From the moment she pressed her lips against his, Adrien was hit with an outstanding overwhelm of fervour, tenderness and sweetness. His body instinctively shuddered as a pleasant fire seeped from her mouth to his and then coursed through the veins of the rest of his body, his hand that was clutching his precious good luck charm gift from Marinette then loosening its grip and automatically reaching for her cheek. His piano fingers dug into the locks of one of her ponytails, entangling them. 'If this really is a dream, then please, don't wake me up,' The sensation was slightly odd and just, indescribable at the same time. Yet, the more he tasted that strawberry gloss, the more her lips moved against his, the further he fell in love, addicted to the sugar that he's craved for so long. His red-tipped ears were oblivious to the class' whoops and cheers, his heart crashing against his chest louder than ever and the feel of hers doing just the same against him had him soaring. 'She never hated me all along, right? This isn't a kiss of hate at all,' But most importantly, the feeling of Marinette's pulse quickening from when his fingertips slid down to meet the side of her sensitive neck, cradling the back of it and the almost inaudible whimper she let out, was branded to his touch and memory like an imprint. 'So this is a real first kiss? Is this what Marinette felt when she kissed me to get rid of Kim's spell? How did she manage to keep her composure around me since then?' Just as Marinette pulled away, her eyes shimmering with wonderful emotions and her lips as beautifully rosy as her cheeks, Adrien couldn't resist and pulled her back in without a beat. As if to make up for all those missed opportunities, all the moments where he could have stolen her breath away and all those unsaid words that surely would have made them happy. They could talk about the reveal and their feelings afterwards in the safety of Marinette's humble balcony without any prying eyes. They could sort out their overwhelming emotions and bask through their memories over that cup of coffee that Adrien now has the confidence to ask her out on. But just for now, the two of them wanted to enjoy their present and make the most of it. 'Sweet, sweet, sweet, she's so sweet...' . . . ~(x)~ A/N: Ah shit it's six am. I'll edit this tomorrow.

[that-was-anticlimactic]

sk8 headcanons because i am Bored

autistic langa likes frozen fruit a lot—strawberries are his favorite—because he likes the cool texture

reki has lip freckles that really stand out after he’s been in the sun a lot ! there’s like four or five of them :)

just thinking about “all those friday nights / under the lights / under the bleachers together / you and i were meant to be something more than a faded memory / till you and i / something divided us” but matchablossom,,,

“but i’ve already lost it once / what i already won / i’ve lost too much now to care / but i know that something’s still there” ,,, matchablossom,,, ahhhhh

miya and shadow being besties,,, shadow being miya’s parental figure and miya being his adopted nb child,,,

shadow being the first person miya comes out as nonbinary to,,,

adam going to jail,,,

reki having a stuffed animal collection and letting miya name some and then realizing that miya never had a stuffed animal growing up so reki gives miya one of his older ones that he loved as a child and then buys them a new one too… and miya asks reki to name it for them because sentiments,,,

after seeing the girl he had a crush on kiss someone else, shadow takes out his feelings on the only thing he knows how to—skating at s but he’s not in a good mind and he feels sick because he thought he thought he thought he had a chance and he doesn’t pay close enough attention and gets hurt and miya calls him an idiot and patches him up and shadow feels like a kid again but it’s kind of nice to have someone else actually help with his wounds instead of just attempting to wash them and then cover them with makeup by himself,,,

joe and shadow bonding over hating the feeling of loneliness so they make up for it the only way they know how which is being loud and being extra because they don’t feel as lonely if they’re loud

reki, miya, and cherry = adhd club

cherry and reki drawing together… and reki teaching cherry how to be more loose and carefree when he draws and cherry teaching reki how to add more structure to his art,,,

langa stealing and wearing reki’s headbands,,,

langa with glasses

reki’s sisters doing cherry and joe’s hair,,, or even reki, langa, and miya doing their hair and shadow just watches and takes pictures and reki puts cherry’s hair in fishtails because he had practice with his sisters and cherry secretly likes it (and so does joe) and miya and langa just. completely messing up joe’s hair and putting hair clips in it and langa attempts a ponytail kind of like how cherry does his hair at s (and no cherry did Not find it very attractive shut up)

shadow being a scrapbooker and having like ten scrapbooks from his life,,,

shadow not being as good of an artist as cherry or reki but he does it because he enjoys it and when cherry and reki find out they invite him to draw with them

the crew / sk8 fam all going to shadow’s house and doing a couple scrapbook pages together and it’s a mess but it’s them and it’s one of shadow’s favorite pages because he’s never scrapbooked with anyone before

langa is just naturally beautiful and photogenic so the art squad always asks him to model for them if they want to draw people

joe has depression because i want him to

and shadow has anxiety

because i do Not want any of them to be neurotypical

yeah so joe has depression, shadow has anxiety, cherry has add and anxiety, miya had adhd and separation anxiety, langa is autistic, reki has tourette’s and adhd and depression ✌🏻

when miya gets old enough, shadow gets them a part time job at the flower shop

miya likes a lot of pillows

langa sleeps with no pillows (unless reki is partially his pillow)

thinking about after reki’s second beef with adam,,, joe after he tells adam off and they’re away from the crowd, he passes out because let’s be real—there is absolutely no way he didn’t get injured and the worse one is probably a broken nose and a huge gash at the back of his head with like skin peeling and stuff like need stitches so the gang all goes to cherry’s and they help patch reki up

somewhere in that time the love hotel gets brought up and by extension getting hit by the car and getting beat up and joe and shadow are on the verge of slamming their heads against the wall at reki’s nonchalantness

and reki’s p injured so he’s laying in the couch with his head resting in langa’s lap,,,

joe tells everyone embarrassing cherry stories from school like all the time (but joe was a foolish child so cherry gets revenge)

miya likes crime documentaries

joe unironically watched supernatural and that’s part of the reason why he and cherry broke up

(maybe joe just thought dean was attractive—sue him!)

lol wait what if cherry sued adam to pay for reki’s medical bills since they inevitably had to take him to the hospital

cherry constantly tells joe that he will sue him

joe may unironically watched spn, but cherry unironically watched glee

langa wrote destiel fanfiction once upon a time

langa wrote cas bakes dean a pie--

miya is carla’s favorite (after cherry)

cherry and langa with weighted blankets also

sometimes reki steals langa’s but only if he stays the night or langa brings it over and usually if he “steals” it, it’s them sharing it or reki needs the comfort of the weight if he’s not having a good time mentally lol

joe with depression,,, i just think about that a lot sometimes,,, sometimes cooking feels meaningless and, like langa, he only feels something when he skates but it’s only this temporary feeling of joy and life,,,

and shadow with anxiety,,, over-compensating his anxiety by being shadow at night and being over the top and sometimes mean because internalized ableism,,, and if he pretends he doesn’t have anxiety then maybe he won’t feel it late at night or when everything seems to go wrong during a shift at work and he keeps dropping flowers because his hands are shaking and girls don’t like guys with anxiety, right ??? so shadow thinks that he CAN’T have anxiety :/// poor dude

miya with separation anxiety pushing people away before they get attached because if they push them away before they become friends, then they wouldn’t be able to leave them,,,

langa always bouncing his foot in class and all the time because it’s his main form of stimming (look at that boy and try to tell me he doesn’t bounce his legs like there’s no tomorrow i dare you) and sometimes it makes his legs sore and cherry and joe once recommended using a heating pad if it got really sore and langa does sometimes and it makes him happy

reki with ts having anxiety when he has to speak in front of the class / do presentations because he’s hyper-aware of his tics,,, so he always meets langa’s eyes and watches langa the whole time and langa sometimes mimes taking deep breaths which really helps but honestly just seeing langa makes reki feel like he can do anything (because he would do anything for langa)

cherry doodling to stim as a child and always getting in trouble for it because teachers used to like get pissed when students doodled (or maybe they still do and it’s just always been pissy teachers and not specifically teachers when our parents were kids) and eventually cherry got fed up with getting points docked for doodling so he started writing lists and stuff and been realized he had impeccable handwriting (also joe let cherry doodle on his hand during classes they had together so cherry wouldn’t get in trouble)

cherry once had a dream that he was rachel berry and joe was finn uhh *insert last name here* from glee and joe had a beautiful voice when they sang duets in his dream so he managed to convince joe to sing in reality and turns out joe cannot sing and cherry’s glee dreams were never the same (look i am tired lol)

joe likes being the strong one in the group and he enjoys being able to mess around / show off by just casually picking people up (he also does it as an expression of love because they’re basically hugs depending on how he holds you) and one day cherry is like… done with it ??? and just strolls up to joe and just throws him over his shoulder or something and joe combusts because he did Not know cherry can do that and no his face isn’t red shut up he doesn’t find this attractive what’re you talking about

miya wants a sword and keeps trying to convince everyone to get them one for their birthday but no one will agree because ‘they’ll hurt themselves and everyone else it does not matter that all your favorite characters have swords that does not mean You should have one’

langa is the kind of person that puts peanut butter on a cheeseburger

reki’s love language is a mix of gift giving and acts of service, but he tends to lean more towards giving gifts. his receiving love language is words of affirmation but he does Not know that yet (langa does—hence his constant “you’re amazing, reki”—and eventually so does the rest of their gang lol)

shadow likes theatre

miya has internet friends,,, so does cherry,,,

joe posts those affirmations on his story all the time

reki’s texts are sometime hard to read because a) his hands get injured a lot and b) tourette’s but langa (and soon the others) learn how to read reki texts

langa sleeps with a fan on for white noise

shadow was worried (and feeling a little left out but if he doesn’t acknowledge it, then that emotion is not real… that’s how that works, right???) since he was in the hospital when reki skated against adam the second time, so when they all went back to cherry’s to tend to reki’s numerous wounds and also celebrate friendship, miya kept shadow on a face time call the entire evening

langa has an android phone

reki is super comfortable with periods because he lives with five girls—he also usually has a couple of pads and tampons on him at all times because he’s the older sibling lol

langa wears socks with sandals,,, so does shadow,,,

shadow’s feet get cold easily so he wears fluffy socks a lot

cherry keeps his fingernails at the perfect length to dramatically tap them against the table (also to freak people out by doing that)

miya is Not a morning person

miya also likes having the windows to shadow’s car rolled up because their hair gets in their face otherwise but shadow likes them down so it’s this constant struggle

i still stand by cherry suing ad*m and using the money he won to pay for reki’s medical bills (… and shadow’s… and langa’s if he needs any)

i just feel like many people have reason to sue ad*m

ponytail langa rights

joe had really bad acne as a child and teen and cherry helped him feel less self-conscious about it and helped him embrace having acne and that’s one reason why he exposes so much skin as joe because it’s a reminder of personal growth <3

also joe has acne scars on his chin and cheeks

joe has cherry’s calligraphy all over his walls

ik i already said so in reki with ts headcanons but he doodles pictures for everyone in the sk8 fam and they all keep each and every one and shadow even puts them in his scrapbook

let langa punch adam 2k21

let reki punch adam 2k21

actually they All deserve to punch adam 2k21

miya’s favorite movie is coraline

langa can’t snap his fingers

joe and cherry always argue over whether even numbers or odd numbers are best

miya does esports

joe was in marching band and was in drumline

cherry stays up late to look at the stars and he had those plastic stars taped to his ceiling as a child

reki eats tomatoes like apples and it makes joe want to cry

okay if the atla & and the sk8 characters became internet friends… these are who i think they’d be internet friends with…

cherry: katara

joe: suki

langa: sokka

miya: aang

reki: zuko

shadow: toph

note: suki, joe, miya, and aang are all actually besties. aang is the kind of person that would usually annoy miya but they just can’t dislike aang no matter how much he may want to and they somehow find themselves attached

but suki and miya would also get along really well because I know they would and aang and joe would just have fun and like it’s what they deserve so they are interchangeable / all besties

also sk8 characters if they were benders...

cherry: fire or waterbender,,, cannot decide

joe: earthbender

langa: waterbender

miya: firebender

reki: resident nonbender

shadow: earthbender