#and honestly even the party chats she has with everyone are so nice too i love them so much

[todayisafridaynight]

Oh god I need to know it anyone else noticed Nanba and Saeko have a different relationship than she has with anyone else in the group? Plus Ichiban’s most natural flirting is aimed at Zhao even without player input 😭😭😭

nanba and saeko def have a really cute relationship, i adore their interactions immensely (❁´◡`❁)

and lbr ichi's matching zhao's energy alright. insert zhao 'kasuga-kun' compilation here

[coquettepascal]

texas sweet

summary: joel is your friendly neighborhood dad of the year, so why is his driveway empty on father's day? better yet, why do you feel the need to make up for everyone elses absence?

tags: 18+, smut, handjob, desc of joel mastubrating, a "massage", neighbor!joel x f!reader, massages, general cheesiness, soft!joel, pathetic!joel, almost(?) sub!joel, reader gets blueballed (sorry), biting, joel whimpering, joel being a proud girl dad, no-outbreak, ellie and sarah exist, tommy is mentioned(!!), joel is a southern gentleman, mention of reader having parents, no desc of reader but she can fit between joel and the couch, dilf!joel (yum)

-> part. ii here!

a/n: my first joel fic ever... i would like to thank every person who has written no-outbreak!joel or pre-outbreak!joel. i freaked it.

texas sweet masterlist and my masterlist

(4.9k, not beta read.)

Moving to Texas was not the plan, or even the “blessing” your mother claimed it would be. Being the one who took over your grandparents home after they moved to a seniors facility? Fantastic! Amazing, even. Leaving your job, friends, and boyfriend, back home? Horrible. Heart wrenching and annoying. 

Austin, for the most part, was lonely. Long distance didn’t end up working between you and your boyfriend, your friends just got busier with their jobs, and it wasn’t like your parents could just drive 14 hours to see you every weekend. Co-workers were nice, but honestly who really wants to hang out with people you already spend 40 hours a week with? Maybe you were jaded, or picky, which was what your mother also claimed, or maybe your whole life was uprooted for what felt like no reason.

What you weren’t picky about, was the view from your bedroom window. You’re not a peeping tom, or a perv, but it isn’t your fault that your dilf-y next door neighbor is so easy on the eyes.

No, moving to Austin was not a blessing, but Joel Miller was.

Joel was the neighborhood guy. Need an oil change? Joel. Need your fence fixed? Joel. Block party? Joel’s yard. It’s like he doesn’t know how to say no to anybody, that southern politeness deeper than the drawl that lies in his voice. When you had first moved here he had helped you move your couch through the door, all smiles and polite nods. He barely introduced himself before he was asking if you needed any help, and he had called you “young lady,” which made you giggle. Such a giving man, but of course he was. A single father to two daughters? “No” wasn't in his vocabulary.

Sometimes, you think if your dad was as good a father as Joel Miller was, maybe you wouldn’t be fiending after him with such ferocity. Watching him with his two girls, Sarah and Ellie, was something that tugged your heartstrings no matter what. Sarah wasn’t around a lot anymore, apparently she went away to a fancy college. You had helped her pack all her stuff into Joel’s truck, but quickly went inside when you saw him getting misty eyed, you didn't want to embarrass the poor guy. Ellie is younger than Sarah and still lives at home. Honestly, you didn’t know much about her apart from the fact that she was adopted and that she’s in high school. She’s always happy to chat, but she’s also always going somewhere, which leaves Joel lonely sometimes. 

Joel seems better suited for loneliness than you are though. His brother Tommy comes around pretty often, though they seem fairly opposite. Tommy truly is sweet, has always chatted with you during block parties (even if it may be for nefarious reasons when he’s had too many drinks,) but he looks like… a fuckboy. Without fail, every time he rolls up to Joel’s house, he’s blasting some shitty new country music and wearing Pit Viper sunglasses as he carefully parks his spotless truck. Despite their differences though, they get along just as well. Your summer evenings are often interrupted by the sound of their laughs and the crisp sound of the two cracking open some cold ones. 

So why is it that when Father’s day rolls around, Joel’s driveway is empty?

You aren’t watching on purpose, you just happen to glance over that way a lot. The only action you see from his house is Ellie leaving for her friend's house sometime after noon, like usual on a Sunday. No signs of Sarah or Tommy. Part of you figured that maybe Sarah would make the lengthy drive down from her school, or maybe that Tommy would show up at some point, but nobody does. 

‘Not creepy,’ you assure yourself as you go upstairs to peer through your bedroom window to see if anyone is there. You could totally look through the kitchen window that directly faces his backyard, but you fear the day he’s looking right back at you. 

Looking outside, you see nothing. Joel’s grey-blue truck sits unmoved in the driveway, his plants are watered though so you guess he came outside at some point. The thought makes you feel a bit sad, the image of Joel and his soft eyes watering the plants, whistling to himself and trying to tell himself it doesn’t matter that nobody came. He probably really doesn’t care at all, a lot of men aren’t very sentimental or emotional about days like this, but you care.

He’s a good man, a good father, and a good neighbor. Seeing him be underappreciated on what is basically his day is ticking you off for some stupid reason. When 3pm rolls around you decide that you have to do something for Joel, it feels wrong not to. 

Which is how you end up in line for the register at Home Depot. You sat in the parking lot for 10 minutes racking your brain, trying to think of things that guys like, but came up with nothing. Joel is a contractor, so he’ll probably find some use out of a 50 dollar Home Depot gift card, but it still feels too impersonal. Joel literally fixed your toilet when a date you took home broke the handle off the tank mid-vomit. He’s too nice to just hand a stupid gift card with “Happy Father’s day” scrawled across the mini paper envelope. He deserves something thoughtful, something gentler than a gift card for (probably) his job. 

…Which is how you end up waiting in line for the register at the supermarket. You have a bouquet of flowers in your hand, with a Home Depot gift card shoved in your jacket pocket. It feels utterly ridiculous to give Joel Miller flowers, to pick out which colours you think he’d like and get the florist to wrap them up neatly with a bow, but you have a good reason. At some point in the past week you had seen a post about how a lot of men never receive flowers. It resurfaced in your head as you picked your brain again, making you wonder if Joel had ever received flowers. You know that he was married once, but that was when Sarah was little, it’d probably been 10 or even 15 years since he had any gestures like that made for him.

Not that this was for romance reasons. It was for father’s-appreciation-day reasons. Of course.

Maybe you shouldn’t be so invested in your neighbors emotions and life, but it’s too late now. You carefully pack away the flowers in the back seat of your car, snuggling the gift card into the ribbon that holds the flowers together. 

—

And if you thought that standing in line at Home Depot, or at the supermarket was bad, it’s so much worse trying to work up the courage to knock on Joel’s front door. You can’t figure out how to hold this bouquet of flowers behind your back without dropping them, so you just awkwardly knock on his door with one hand, flowers in the other. At least the gift card is managing to stay in place where you tucked it, but you wish you told the florist not to write his name in cursive.

Your repeating thoughts of “Is this weird? Am I weird?” are interrupted when he opens the door.

Joel looks… normal. He doesn’t look sad like you thought he might, if anything he looks more confused at you being there. His brown hair is tousled slightly and he’s wearing pajama pants, even though he smells fresh. Joel’s eyes meet yours and he tilts his head quietly, as if waiting for you to go on, but what do you even say? Oh shit that’s right–

“Happy father’s day,” your voice comes out shyly. You shove the flowers at him a little abruptly and he blinks in surprise, accepting them. It’s awkward for a second, the way his eyebrows shoot up as he notices the cursive lettering of his name written on the envelope.

“These’re for me, darlin’?” He asks curiously, still looking over the flowers.

A stammering of “um” and “yeah” leave your mouth pretty quickly and he smiles. You’re pretty sure he says thank you, but you just kind of stare at him awkwardly. A beat passes between the two of you as he admires the gift. “You uh– You don’t think of me as your dad, do you?” Joel asks. Oh fuck. You hadn’t thought about the fact that maybe that was what he would take away from this. All of your thoughts had been consumed by worries that he’d think you were trying to hit on him, but here he was thinking that you thought of him as a father figure. Which you didn’t. Your dad is fine, no need to replace him, at least not at this point. 

“No, no. Oh my god– Sorry,” You choke out, half laughing. It’s a quiet moment on the porch for a second, just the two of you standing there. Maybe you should explain your thought process.

“It’s just that you’re a dad and like– not to sound like a weirdo freak but nobody’s been at your house all day and it made me sad for you. Not that I pity you but,” your voice trails off as you fear you’ve made this worse. Joel seems a bit surprised at this, mouth opening slightly but then transitioning to a soft smile.

“And what if I told you that I wanted everyone t’leave me alone today?” He asks you slyly. And oh god, that is so much worse than him mistaking this gesture for flirting or pity. You never would have thought that maybe the guy who does everything for everyone probably just wants to be left the hell alone for a gift. Your heart drops in your chest, taking all the blood in your face with it. Embarrassment floods you with a force you didn’t realize possible, stuttered apologies leaving your lips as fast as you can. Joel shakes his head, laughing quietly as you sputter “sorry” repeatedly, like a broken sprinkler.

“I’m jokin’, sweetheart. I appreciate this,” he says. The crows' feet by his eyes shouldn’t be as charming as they are, but combined with that rumbling laugh and smile… he could get away with anything. He plucks the Home Depot gift card from the ribbon and huffs a laugh, like he’s impressed.

Well that’s… something? It made him smile right? Maybe feeling bad for Joel was better than feeling stupid in front of him. You step back, towards the stairs of his porch, but he shakes his head. “You were really this worried?” He asks, admiring the flowers. That makes your heart bloom in your chest, seeing how much he really liked this. Joel didn’t seem much like a flower guy, but you saw the way he kept his yard neat, with tulips in the spring and his lawn trimmed squarely. Shyly, you nod in response to his question. It feels silly to worry for him like this, you don’t know if he considers you a friend the way he is in your head.

“S’awful sweet,” he tells you. Something about his presence is so big, a balance of hospitality and intimidation all at once. Maybe it’s his big stature, broad shoulders and thick arms, a body built for work. Or his voice, the strong timbre of it, humbled in southern twang. Joel is a force of warmth, a heat that can’t be contained. His heart shines through his golden skin, forcing whoever he looks at to have a spotlight. That’s where the intimidation lies, in how he makes you feel like there’s a halo over your head, all his attention right there. 

He’s so hot you don’t even want him to look at you.

But there he is anyways, smiling as he admires the gift again, dorkily leaning in to dramatically huff the flowers. His mouth is moving but you're deafened by the sensation of a blush on your face. You thought it was just a silly little crush, because who wouldn’t find Joel attractive. He’s handsome, hard working, and just an all around traditional man. But this attraction… It's like your crush on him has given you tinnitus. His lips are moving and you aren’t registering the words. Wait shit, he’s speaking–

“Darlin’?” Joel calls. He looks at you, head tilted, and still fucking smiling. The way his eyes glimmer, the crows feet that squeeze them into a smile… Why is it so hard to hear him?

“I asked if you wanted to come in,” he repeats. 

—

You’ve never been inside Joel’s house, but you’d never thought about it either. Being in it, now, it all makes sense. Photos of his daughters are framed everywhere, their achievements plastered on the walls in shines of silver and gold. It’s hard not to imagine Joel hunched over his kitchen counter, tediously cutting pictures out to place them in frames. He was only an idea before, an idea of a man, and now he has become one wordlessly. All it took was stepping inside his house, smelling him everywhere. Life dances in the jackets that are tossed over dining room chairs, the toolbelt dumped by the shoe rack at the door. The picture of Joel you held in your mind begins to come alive, the movements in the details of his life stealing your breath. He is more than a good man, he is a great one.

And now, you have to strike up a conversation with him.

Joel grunts as he sits down on the couch beside you, placing two glasses of water down. He places his glass in front of the can of beer sitting on a coaster, distorting the label to nothing but warped blue and red. Is he hiding that he was drinking? Why is that cute? 

A pause hushes both of you as Joel gets comfortable, sitting down. He’s paused a show, but it just looks like it was whatever movie was playing on the local TV channel. 

“You must be so proud of them,” you say, eyes glazing over the pictures of Sarah and Ellie. You can tell exactly which photos were taken with a camera and which were taken with his phone. One picture of Ellie, maybe when she was 13 or 14, is from her soccer tournament. She’s smiling, holding up a ribbon for MVP, and Joel’s thumb is in the bottom corner. It’s strange to realize that Joel has basically been a father twice over, but also admirable. 

He talks for a little while, rambling about Sarah and her time up at college, and also how Ellie has been doing better in school this year. You always had a feeling Ellie was a bit feistier than Sarah was, but to hear how proud Joel is of her anyways makes your heart flutter. His love for them was so unconditional, so why weren’t they here today? You ask him, a half smile crossing his lips as he hears your question.

“Sarah called me ‘round lunchtime, one of them video calls. Had lunch with my girl and got to catch up with her. She’s so damn busy, y’know that? Always studying and,” he catches his breath, realizing he’s blabbing again. A reddish tone creeps up his neck in embarrassment.

“Point is, she called. Was nice of her, I miss her lots,” He finishes quietly.

Your eyebrow raises. He didn’t mention Ellie. Joel huffs.

“I’m 99% sure she’s over at Dina’s making me a gift, but it’s fine that she forgot. I’ve been on her ass about homework, fair’s fair.”

He looks cute when he’s begrudging, one side of his mouth sliding to the side so part of his cheek puffs over it. You nod, making a comment in response. The conversation is so smooth you forget what you’re saying as soon as you’re laughing. 

This is easier than you thought it would be. Joel’s always been friendly, obviously, but you just assumed he would be more closed off than this. Even if it’s just rambling about his daughters, or Tommy, or the jobs he’s been managing and how annoying his clients are, it’s something more. Something more than the passing glances and small conversation you’ve had before.

You talk a bit about your own life, how tough the move to Texas was, how lonely it can be. Joel doesn’t seem as receptive to this, but there’s an understanding in his eyes that you can feel. He’s a tough clam to slide your knife into, and you doubt you’ll feel his tongue today. The eager blabber he has for his family and career doesn’t extend to himself, and it seems you’ve hit a wall with him. Or maybe you’ve hit too close to home. “Sorry,” you say, feeling a little weird. 

This whole day has felt like you’re pulling against a lead Joel wasn’t even holding in the first place, like you’re always doing too much. But just like the rest of the day, he isn’t holding the rope around your neck. He’s surging forward with reassurances blooming out of his mouth, Texas sweet to the bone. 

He shakes his head, telling you that it’s fine, he gets it. A joke about being a single father, a smile directed at you, consoling. Vaporub for your congested anxieties.

“I’m sorry darlin,” Joel starts, and fuck is he sending you home? Is that your cue to leave? You did too much, he was just being nice.

“-- I didn’t even offer you water when you came in. D’you need somethin’ to drink?” He asks.

God, doesn’t he get tired of being this nice? Your neighbors warned you that he was a grump when you first moved here, dirty liars. 

“Oh, sure, uh. Water would be good, thanks,” you reply.

You’re only half paying attention to the grunt he lets out when he gets up the first time, your eyes busying themselves with the way his cotton tee stretches across the muscled planes of his back. But, after he hands you the glass of water and groans when he sinks back into the couch, you notice. 

You down the glass like you’re parched, but really your mouth just needs to be full right now. The sound of his groans are bouncing in your ear canals as your neck flushes red with each gulp of water. If he notices, he doesn’t say anything.

“Bad back?” You ask after you catch your breath. 

He hums in response, talking about how it comes with the job he has. “All that lifting in my early years…” as if he’s a thousand years old. Joel mentions that he’s been to the chiropractor a few times, thanks to Sarah’s begging and pleading.

“I don’t know, I think it’s gimmicky. They get you on the table and the guy feelin’ you up acts like he’s Christ himself,” Joel says, rolling his eyes. 

The idea of Joel, shirtless and face down, grumbling as some guy works his hands over his skin. The idea of Joel groaning in relief as someone else works those knots out, God you wish you were a chiropractor, you wish you could put your hands all over him.

Greed hardens over your mind like a shell, and the words tumble out of your mouth before you can stop them.

“I could– I could help, maybe. My dad used to have a pretty bad back and I kinda figured out how to work knots out.”

Joel’s eyes widen, looking over to you with mild interest. For the first time today, around Joel, you don’t feel like you’ve overstepped. In fact he looks interested in this offer. A beat passes between the two of you, hesitation caught in his throat it seems.

It’s probably super fucked up in his head, his younger neighbor coming over and offering to rub him down. But your mind is still greedy, coated in thoughts of his skin under your palms, and that southern rumble that’s given you dilf earworms.

He looks like he’s about to say no when you speak again.

“You don’t even have to lay down, or take your shirt off. Could just lift it up,” you offer. 

Joel still looks like he’s going to say no, the left side of his mouth raising to make up some reason. You can’t let him, not when you’ve been this ballsy. Walking out of here now would make this infinitely more awkward.

“It’s your day, Joel,” you supply him with a reason to say yes. The reason might be silly, might be a last minute add-on to his father’s day, but who cares.

Apparently not Joel, since he pulls his shirt up to his shoulders, the fabric scrunching around his broad frame.

—

You feel a little stupid, slotted behind Joel on the couch. The two of you are basically shoved up against one another, Joel wriggling to give you access to his lower back. He hasn’t said anything yet, no reassurance that this backrub is any good. You think you’re doing well, you feel the knots loosening. It might be better this way, him not making noise. The groan you heard earlier was more than enough to push you into a frenzy.

Your hands work further down, where his waist begins to pull in. Looking closer you can see where the softness of his tummy is, a fatherly badge of honor. Continuing your movements, you gently press your thumbs into the flesh there, and earn yourself Joel’s first noise.

Not a grunt, groan, complaint, or cuss. A whimper.

Your voice clashes with his, both of you talking over each other accidentally.

“Are you okay–” you ask as his voice flounders again, a “Darlin--” leaving him out of his own volition.

Pulling your hands away you begin to pull his shirt back down his back, mortified. How could you claim you were good at this and then hurt his back more? Joel’s been through enough today.

“Please don’t stop,” Joel’s voice grabs your brain again, forcing your focus.

He’s sliding his shirt up again, just by rolling his shoulders as he hunches over, waiting for you to continue. His face is in his hands, and his ears are pink. It’s the first time he’s asked you for anything tonight, you can’t refuse him. 

Placing your hands back where they were, you begin to massage again. It seems like his lower back is the main problem, with the way he’s grunting into his palms. As your hands work away the aches he begins to swear to himself. 

“Fuck,” he grunts as your thumbs dig deep, soothing a pain he hasn’t felt eased in years. 

This is good. Pride spreads in your chest, knowing he feels better. Your hands work away, and you get laser focused on untangling these massive knots in his back. Eventually you break your focus, switching to softer rubs and small scratches up and down his back.

Tearing your eyes away from his skin, you realize the throw pillow that was beside you earlier is gone. The yellow corner of the cushion peeks at you from where you saw Joel’s belly earlier, over his lap. A thick forearm is crushing it into himself there, the veins in his neck pulsing. 

Flames lick up your face, onto the tips of your ears and down your neck, heating your spine. Is he aroused right now? “Joel?” You ask quietly. 

He shakes his head, voice tight.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Just– it just feels nice,” he admits.

Your hands pause. Okay, so he’s admitted he’s hard. What do you do now? Keep rubbing his back and blueball the poor guy? On Father's day? That seems mean, and awkward. Everything about this is awkward though, so it couldn’t really get worse.

“I could… I could help it feel better,” you offer meekly.

You’re not scared of a dick. You aren’t. Your voice is quiet because it seems like he is horribly ashamed of this, probably feeling guilty.

Joel rubs a hand over his face.

“You don’t have to, you can just go,” he says, but his voice betrays him. Need is sewn in his tone, a desperation.

Part of you wonders how long it’s been since someone touched him like this as you reach around, palming the front of his jeans. The hiss he lets out tells you it’s been awhile. How wrong that is, an attractive man like Joel being forced to get his own rocks off.

Getting the button and fly of his jeans down is difficult when you can’t see, even worse when your brain is making up images of Joel masturbating. He’s so shy when he’s being touched, does he bite his sheets? Bite his other fist in the shower? Poor boy, he deserves this. 

His hips lift off the couch to help you shove his jeans and briefs down. Joel’s bare ass slides against you and he cringes. “Is it okay if you don’t look?” He asks. 

You hate that he seems so insecure, but you’re not going to push him. Nodding into his skin, you press your face to his back, resting your cheek near the blade of his shoulder. He’s heavy in your palm, warm skin with veins your fingers can trace over.

Telling him that he’s big feels redundant, you’re sure he knows that about himself. Neither of you seem very sure about what you’re doing, the shuddering breaths from his chest matching your hesitant grasp around his cock. 

“Are you okay?” You ask again.

Joel nods into his hand, asking you to please touch him. 

Admittedly, it’s a dry hand job, but Joel doesn’t seem to mind. The flick of your wrist is fluid, even if your arm is cramping from being wrapped around him. Joel lets out these little noises, grunts and whines. His hand is covering his eyes while the other one rests lightly on your forearm, like he wants to know that you’re still there.

Need is exuding from him, making his desperation take over his need to really give a shit about how submissive he might be appearing. He shudders particularly hard as you squeeze on the upstroke, voice choking.

“Shit– shit, please,” he gasps, “please can I spit in your hand?” 

It’s a little surprising, but again, you can’t refuse him. You say “yeah” into his skin, closing your eyes as you feel him spit into your hand. It’s filthy, his saliva on you as he guides your hand to jerk him off. Joel uses your palm to slick the head of his dick, teasing himself on your skin.

It’s the first time you’ve seen him be selfish all day. Part of you wants to call him a good boy, but part of you also knows this might not be normal for Joel. Hell, this isn’t normal for you either. 

Instead, you ask him if it’s good. A rasped “yes,” emanates from him between a low groan and a curse. Your head lifts from his back as he begins to shudder, his orgasm creeping closer. Listening to him is so good, you’re a mess between your legs, where your core nudges his ass.

Without a thought, you sink your teeth into the meat between his shoulder and his neck. Not enough pressure to bruise or hurt, just to let him know you’re there. There was no intention to push him over the edge, but your little bite does. A guttural groan is forced out of him as he comes into your hand, stringing sticky between your fingers. 

“Fuck– fuck I’m sorry, oh my god,” he pants, shivering. 

Your head is shaking again, reassuring him that it was okay, that he’s okay. 

“It’ll wash off,” you joke, feeling the stick of him on you. 

—

Joel does help you wash it off, once he’s done redressing. He’s clingy though, arms around your waist and chin hooked over your shoulder as you wash your hands in his kitchen sink. He’s definitely sleepy, eyes blinking slowly when you peek at him while you dry your hands.

You step close to him, your damp hands meeting his dry ones. The awkward spirit of the evening has been killed off, his shyness melted away.

“Usually I’d offer to return the favor but… I have to pick up Ellie from her friend’s house now. I’m really sorry, darlin’,” he admits.

Shaking your head, you push away the negative feeling that surfaces. How are you supposed to go back to being neighbors after that? But also, what did you really expect?

Joel leads you to the door, legs a bit shakey. A smug feeling joins the negative ones in your chest at that, but it’s not enough. 

“I really do apologize,” Joel says again, “but this just gives me an opportunity to see you again. If you’d like, obviously. I think I owe ya dinner.” 

And there he is, not holding your lead but reassuring your heart. He wants to see you again.

Your eyes meet his in the dim light of the hallway, catching those sweet eyes in your own. He looks so hopeful, so apologetic too.

“I’d like that, but you don’t owe me anything. It’s Father’s day,” you point out. 

Joel rolls his eyes. This Father’s day excuse is a little overused between the two of you now, but it’s still cute to him since you’re the one saying it. He opens the door for you, slipping his own boots on and grabbing his keys.

“Fine,” Joel says, “but when Pretty Neighbor day rolls around, you let me know.

[aph-centric-fixs]

Zane with a fem reader he thought was a guy because of her avatar online headcanons or smth? :3 I think that'd be funee

Not at all like the game!!

Sure!! I've seen this trope in basically every fandom I've been in, and honestly I've got no problem with it as long as it's not made into a weird thing.

Zane x female! Reader (referred to with he/him in the beginning)

CW// possible ooc? & writing

In all honesty, Zane never thought he'd get so hooked on a game, he was never the type. It just sort of ran in the family, not being too obsessed over games.

The only reason he even got the game was so he could play it with Aphmau, she wouldn't stop bothering him about it so he gave in. And here he is now, playing the game whenever he has free time. It was honestly embarrassing, especially after he reached a higher rank than Aphmau- she had been playing so much longer than him!

It wasn't all as bad as he expected. The story was decent, the characters customization was great, and the community wasn't all horrible. He had found a small guild to join pretty quickly, not too many active members but enough to go on raids and such. The boss of the guild was a high ranking player, good gear and all, and yet he never fit the stereotype of other high ranking players.

He always welcomed low levels into the party, and easily carried anyone who needed it. Zane felt a little embarrassed at times, having to ask him to help him defeat this one boss but he never once shamed Zane.

Over time a great bond grew, Zane and his new best friend raided dungeons and castles almost daily. It didn't come to that much of surprise when the question of hanging out in person was raised. Chatting in and out of the game led Zane to know he was an adult and not some kid, boy would that be horrible for him.

Setting a time and place was easy, though it came to a surprise on both ends that they lived in the same state, much more the same city. A park was decided to be the best place, nice and public while also not too far for either one. Plans weren't exactly made after that, Zane just figured it would be a go with the flow type of thing.

The hangout date came quicker than he thought it would, leaving him to be nervous all morning and on the way over. What if he didn't like Zane? If his voice was too squeaky or something? God, this was high school all over again!

When he arrived at the park he looked around at everyone there, no one looked like who he thought he was looking for, so he sat down at a bench and waited. He basically stared a hole into his phone waiting for a message to pop up. While he waited some one came and sat next to him, and he couldn't help but take a glance at the pretty girl next to him. With a scoff, Zane went back to looking at his phone.

With a small vibration his phone notified him of a text. Quickly opening it he almost laughed with the seemingly worried 'where are you!!' message. He didn't wait to type out a response of 'on a bench' and waiting for a reply. Imagine his surprise when he got back a 'me too!'. I mean there weren't many benches at the park, and most were taken up by families or couples. The only bench without one was...

Wait a minute. Zane turned to look over, almost stiff as he watched the girl next to him type... And his phone go off.

"You're a girl!!??!" He said, watching the poor person next to him jump and drop their phone.

It was silent between the two, him staring at you, you staring at him. Slowly reaching down and picking up your phone, you looked down at your phone then back at Zane.

"Your avatar looks so like you" Zane's eyes basically blew out of his skull with how much he was surprised.

"Oh, I could say the same for you" He bit back sarcastically, only to be met with a laugh. Rolling his eyes he put his phone in his pocket and crossed his arms.

With that confusion out of the way, the two of you started to chat, mostly about actual stuff rather than game stuff.

"So why'd you choose a guy character anyways?" Zane asked out of the blue, closing the small silence that had just passed.

"Well, girls in any gaming communities in general tend to get harassed. And the armor just looks so much better on male characters!" You replied, smiling and pulling up google to show him what you meant. With a hum he looked over your shoulder to see.

After a small bit of comparing male and female characters armor, Zane's stomach basically screamed out in hunger. It was embarrassing, but you didn't say anything other than a small laugh.

"Y'know, I know a good burrito place down the street" You suggested, standing up and stretching before looking back at Zane.

"Sounds good to me" He replied, standing up himself and following side by side as you two continued to chat.

[starhvney]

Heyyy I just found your account and I adore it!!! If requests are still open could I request a Travis x reader where they just moved to the street and travis has been trying to woo them (and its highkey working). And one night theres this huge storm and the lower goes out while theyre at travis and dantes and Travis claims they need to “cuddle for warmth” (Dantes off somewhere idk) and its just really cute and he confesses his feelings and is a huge dork? Sorry if thats too specific, thank you so much and I hope your day has been lovely 💖

𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: mys travis x reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: a power outage at a very inconveniencing time happens to be just the push you need to 

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: fluff, sharing a bed, travis being a dork, he wants to be suave so bad, like no sweetie you’re just cute, anyways yeah, you both smooch at the end hehehe he likes youuuu

𝐂𝐖: none? a small innuendo i suppose

𝐀/𝐍: i love travis my cutie schnookims! anyways i slightly changed the plot but it’s basically the same? i hope you like it regardless! Have a good day :)

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

it was time for one of aphmau’s annual parties, and the girl had enthusiastically made a point to include you with her friend group to join in on their celebration. from the way she described it, it sounded like it would be a fun time, and as the new girl in the neighborhood, you definitely couldn’t reject the generous notion. 

especially when you found out that most of your neighbors had already been friends with each other since high school. it was really intimidating, to be thrown in a place where everyone around you already had a bond. how did they all even manage to find these nice houses next to each other?

you were grateful that they all were really friendly and seemed really open to letting in new people into the group. one had been especially friendly—a certain man with white hair and charmingly bright green eyes. you couldn’t lie he was attractive, and honestly one of the funniest ones in the group, but with his overly confident “womanizer” attitude you couldn’t help but obliviously ignore his advances on you.

it wasn’t that you weren’t interested. but you wouldn’t be easy against his rather brazen pickup lines and… dorky charm. he’d have to work for it. besides, it was kind of fun to watch him chase after you like a lost puppy.

that’s what brings you here, in your kitchen, the night before the party with travis himself. after all, you hadn’t accepted his flirtatious moves, but you most definitely hadn’t rejected them, either. everyone volunteered to cook a dish for the party in the group chat, and conveniently he happened to once again be loitering in your house—a habit he had started after you made it known he was welcome—as everyone discussed what they’d bring. he’d suggested for you both to hang out and cook your dishes together, and you couldn’t let down that hopeful glint in the man’s eyes.

“travis, now why in the world would you think mustard is scary. you have got to be messing with me right now.” you scoff, leaning back on your counter.

“i’m not!” he defends with his hands up, snickering at the unimpressed face you shoot him. “a lot of people get unnerved by random things for no reason! like mushrooms, and lots of holes, and even just a drop of blood!”

he points up as the window flashes with light, a loud thunder strike from the storm raging on outside cracking right after. “and thunderstorms!”

“okay, drama queen. i’d say being scared of thunderstorms and blood is a lot more justifiable than a condiment.” you scoff, before frowning as the wind howls and aggressively throws thick pellets of rain into your windows. “speaking of which, i’m not scared of storms but i don’t know if walking or even driving back down the street to your house would be safe 

travis’s eyebrows raise, pretty dark eyelashes brushing along his cheekbones as he blinks at you in surprise. a second later he’s leaning onto the counter with a goofy-looking smirk on his face.

“so, you want me to stay?—”

crack!

“oh!” you startle, not missing how travis also jumped in place too. “i’m surprised the power hasn’t gone out yet…”

“don’t—” travis starts only to be interrupted by another loud crash of thunder from the sky, the both of you getting sent into complete darkness. “…jinx it.”

for a moment the both of you stand in your kitchen in silence, listening as the heater powers down along with the gentle whir of your household appliances. if you could see each other in this moment you imagine you’d both be awkwardly standing with your arms by your sides. another flash of lightning briefly lights up the room to show your assumption was correct, and you burst into giggles after seeing travis’s pressed lips and wide eyes.

“huh? why are you laughing?” travis asks, though the amused warble in his voice gives himself away before he starts laughing with you.

it wasn’t freezing cold outside, but it most definitely wasn’t warm enough to get away with not having the heater on in your house. the immediate lack of hot air rushing through the vents sent a small chill against your skin, even through your warm pajamas.

your laughter stops as realization of your situation seeps in with the cold. not only was your heater off, but so was your fridge and your…

“oh my god our food is ruined.”

there’s a dreadful pause for silence—and now that your eyes are adjusting to the dark—you see travis whip his head to look down at the oven, where your dishes were only halfway cooked inside.

“…damn.”

“that's all you have to say, travis?” you chide.

“what? i mean, there’s nothing we can do about it, right?”

a disappointed sigh leaves your lips before you reach over to your phone, the screen lighting up to show the late hour it already was. there’s no telling how long the power would be out, and this was enough for the wind to blow out of your sails. you can’t be bothered to try and figure out a way to fix this.

a full-body shiver wracks your body as you stare blankly at your screen.

“hey, i can help you remake everything tomorrow morning if it’s ruined by then.” travis suddenly says. 

his voice is a bit closer, and you realize he’s moved right in front of you, part of his face now also glowing in your phone’s dim light. the look on his face is genuine and he seems almost worried, his own lips mimicking your own downturned expression. it makes you sigh, dropping your tense shoulders as another rumble of thunder vibrates through your house.

travis gently sets his hand over yours and your phone. “why don’t you sleep and i can come back in the morning?”

“come back?” you repeat. “no way you’re going back in this weather, that’s so dangerous! plus you’ll get sick.”

travis stares down at both of your slippered feet, then over to the kitchen windows, then back to you. “okay, i’ll stay if you want me to.”

you shiver again as you nod, crossing your arms to conserve the heat from escaping your body. you’re surprised at how calm and passive he was being. it’s not like he was always overbearing with his flirting and jokes, but it seemed to always be a part of his personality—not whatever this… soft, quiet version of him was.

“cold already?” he asks, rocking on his feet himself as he clenches and unclenches his hands.

“yeah… i didn’t know i needed the heater running that much, but i guess the storm made it even colder…” you mutter.

you catch his smirk through the dark. “well i know one way we can warm each other up—”

ah, there he is.

you’re about to swing a slap wherever it would land in the dark, though you stop when the suggestion clicks in your brain as an opportunity to give in to his advances—but with a perfect excuse.

“oh yeah! we can do that!”

travis’s eyes blow wide open as he takes a step back, a few startled coughs leaving his lips from inhaling too suddenly.

“wait, what?!”

“we can cuddle.”  you simply return. “since there’s no heater!”

he deflates his tense shoulders, nervous laughs leaving his lips. “oh, yeah! right, yeah. cool cool cool. that’s what i meant.”

turning on your phone flashlight you grab his hand, guiding him through your house while trying to hold back the urge to laugh at his flustered state. you wish the lights were on only so you could see whether he was blushing or not.

your bedroom was already a bit chilly compared to the kitchen, since it was at the far end of the house away from the main flow of your ac system. it makes you pull travis closer as you speed up your steps to your bed, finally letting go of him to rip open the comforter and dive into the sheets.

shimmying over to make room for him, you wave him to you through the dark to get in himself. you watch him rock back and forth on his feet before leaning over, crawling in right next to you and keeping just an inch of distance between the two of you.

“you sure you’re okay with this?” he whispers to you.

“yeah, of course i am.”

this seems to set off a green light for him, his arms circling around your waist and pulling you practically on top of him. you feel his feet kick next to yours, squeaking out a tiny “yay!” in celebration. the act was insanely adorable for the grown age he was at.

you can only quietly giggle at his antics, unable to nonchalantly play it off as usual. you hug him back, tucking yourself under his chin, and you feel his chest swell in a happy inhale. 

“i love you.” he sighs, a dopey smile evident in his tone. 

it makes your heart stutter in your chest, eyes wide open as they stare at his chest in the dark. 

“…what?”

his arms tense around you, breath hitching like he just realized what he said and beginning to stutter out an excuse. “um… i mean… not like…! oh my—i’m so sorry—”

“you really like me?” you ask, pulling back enough to make out his face in the dark. his eyes are wide and round, face in shock and embarrassment as if he had just slipped and fell in front of a whole crowd.

“i… i mean… isn’t it obvious?” he whispers sheepishly.

“well, you flirt with a lot of people. i didn’t know if you meant it with me or not.”

“no, not anymore!” he lurches himself closer to you. “didn’t you notice i only do that with you now?”

you blink as you try to recall a recent time you’ve seen or heard travis trying to use a pick up line or even staring at another one of the girls, and you honestly can’t recall it.

“…i guess so.” you mutter, and he squeezes you to him.

“so i do mean it with you! i know i can be really stupid and a little annoying, but—”

“you’re not annoying, travis. the things you do are a little stupid sometimes—”

“hey!”

“—but i think it’s cute.”

his jaw drops and mouth opens in shock. “you…you do? wait, do you…?”

you nod. “i like you.”

there’s a beat of silence, before he pulls you tight against him. a second later he rolls you around with him very similarly to how a crocodile rolls their prey, though the taller and heavier man thankfully keeps his weight from completely crushing you.

“travis!” you laugh, groaning at the sudden movement as you’re captured and thrown around like a rag doll. “how do you have this energy right now?”

“really?” he squeals, giggling like a schoolgirl. “you like me?”

“yes! now release me! please!” you breathlessly laugh.

he at least stops the rolling at your pleading, though he keeps you in his bear hug as he holds you on top of him.

“so, does this mean you want to date me?” he eagerly asks, still breathing heavily from the death roll he just made you endure.

you rest your forehead on his chest, quietly laughing to yourself in a bit of shock of what you just admitted. how did you give in so easily? you were hoping to drag this out for at least another month!

“it’s so late. why don’t we talk about this in the morning?”

he deflates and audibly pouts with a dejected sigh, and despite his dramatics clearly being played up you can’t help but still feel a bit guilty. rising up to your elbows you lean over him, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek and another on his lips.

"you dork." you chide under your breath.

his eyes are so wide you can see the whites all around the dark green of his irises. suddenly his hands are cupping your cheeks, and he’s bringing you down for a longer kiss. he pulls away a few moments later, seeming much more satisfied than he was a few moments ago.

“okay… we can talk in the morning.” he agrees breathlessly, staring up at you like he’d been locked away in a cave all his life and you were his first glance at the stars in the sky.

it makes the smile on your face impossible to fight, and you don’t think you care to anymore.

“good night, travis.”

“good night, hon.”

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[wheezyseeker99]

So it goes, gorgeous

Warnings: teasing (and a little bit of angsty Cam), swearing, alcohol consumption ((I need to stop writing in drinking, I know)), thigh riding, oral (male receiving and slight female receiving), penetration (fm), and multiple orgasms

18+, MDNI

Summary: There’s a party at Cam’s place and fmc hates him, but she definitely loves him by the end of the night. Frenemies to lovers, but conflicting feelings win 🫶🏻 also thank Taylor again for making reputation album.

And happy girlfriends day to him

This party is getting far too out of hand. My friend Joel is dancing on top of a table shirtless, Tyson did a body shot off of Katie just now, and Jamie is trying to hide awkwardly in the corner. My head is spinning as I look around the nearly dark room.

Being friends with hockey players is weird. In the off season it’s even weirder. I spot Cam across the room, finishing up a round of beer pong with Ryan.

Cam’s place is nice, but everyone is drunk and making the main rooms of the house outrageously messy. Being over there with him seems like the safest place to be in this room honestly. Even though I barely tolerate his presence sober, Cam is the least drunk person in this room besides Jamie.

I make my way over to Cam and lean my back against the wall. He looks good like this. His hat is off, his shirt is partially unbuttoned where I can see the chain against his chest, and his shorts are showing off his muscular thighs. The thigh tattoos peaking out set my thoughts on fire. It makes me so frustrated how hot he is. How cocky he is. Most of the time his ego is double the size of Texas. Looking at his face this close, I’m furious that he makes me feel this way.

“Look who it is,” Cam sneers. “The queen has arrived in our presence.”

I roll my eyes and motion towards the table, “I want to play you next. Bet I can win, mister California.”

I cringe at the way I mildly slurred my speech. I probably shouldn’t do beer pong, especially because I dislike beer to the highest extent, but I want to prove to him that he can’t win everything. His ocean blue eyes bore a hole into me.

“Yeah, baby? Think you can ruin me?”

I walk over to Ryan and take the ping pong ball cup from him. Ryan walks over to Joel to try to get him off the table and I look back to Cam.

“I know I can ruin you.”

“Sweetheart, you only ruin my life by not being mine.”

I hate how my body shuddered at the thought. I hate how cool he thinks he is, but he’s also so damn gorgeous that it physically hurts. There’s going to be consequences of being in his strong magnetic field, but I’m not really caring about it now. The alcohol racing through my body is giving me a load of confidence.

“Sad existence for you then,” I smirk and toss the first ball into one of his cups.

His smirk falters but doesn’t disappear. He eyes me for a second, taking in my form. It’s like I distracted him. He tosses a ball and misses.

“Aw poor baby Cammy missed on his first try,” I mocked. “Here, let me show you how it’s done.”

I walked to his side of the table and grabbed a ball, placing it in his hand. I put my hand over his and tossed it at one of my cups, sinking it into one on the left side. I tossed back the cup and chugged the beer even though it tasted disgusting. I sat the cup down and smirked at him again.

“That’s how it’s done, pretty boy.”

I could feel eyes on us, but nobody interrupted the scene that was playing out. Cam definitely didn’t like the way I’m trying to embarrass him in front of his teammates.

“Fuck the chirping,” Cam grits out. “You and I are going to go have a chat.”

He stalks over to me and takes me by the arm. I barely knew what was going on as he dragged me up the stairs to his room. The door slams behind me and he looks at me with a fiery expression. I think I might drown and die, or even burst into flames, by how Cam is looking at me. I back myself against the door to put space between us. I’m a hostage to not only him, but to my feelings now. He runs his fingers through his hair, making it look sexily messy.

“You think you’re so fucking funny, don’t you?”

I could feel my insides clench at his low tone. I try to hide the fact that my confidence died out. I kept my head up instead of giving into my natural urge to look down.

“It’s funny that you don’t know how to lose. Beer pong of all things makes you snap? That’s what’s funny.”

“Bullshit. You wanted to rile me up,” he states and steps forward. I press my back further against the door. I feel the heat radiating off his body. His expression changes. Instead of looking angry he looks like a hurt puppy.

“Tell me why you hate me so much.”

I feel the urge to lift a hand to his face, and before I realize it, I am. I cup his face and look into his eyes. I dropped my hand after a second when I caught onto what my body was doing. He got me alone, and now everything feels like it’s so simple when it shouldn’t be. Like the pieces all fell into place.

I should hate him, but I’m starting to understand that I don’t. I’m just too attracted to him, and I hated that I didn’t think I could have him. I’m caught up in him now. Completely consumed by his presence.

“I don’t hate you,” I breathe. “I really feel the opposite of hate. I promise.”

I’m waiting for him to reply when I feel his hands come to cup my cheeks. The connection of our eyes makes me want more.

”I’ll be honest, baby. You did a number on me.” I gave him a questionable look and he continues, “I thought I could stop it. I’m usually chill, but you make me jealous. Furious. Turned on. All the fucking feelings.”

He grabs my hand and brings it to his chest. I can feel his heart beating fast under my palm.

“You’ve got my heart if you want it, or we can forget this happened. It’s up to you.”

I’m shocked to say the least. He wants me? I’m getting caught up in the moment, and then I snap out of it.

I stand on my toes and connect my lips to his. The kiss is demanding and warm. My arms wrap around his neck, my chest pressed against his. I can’t ignore how the little scar on his upper lip feels against me. He doesn’t pull his mouth away from mine. He keeps going, tangling his hand into my hair to keep my mouth against his. I can taste the alcohol on his lips and it only makes me feel more intoxicated. When I pull my mouth away I whisper, “I’m yours to keep.”

Cam smiles down at me, taking in the moment. I take in his face. The little freckles that are placed everywhere on his skin. The way his lips are redder now that my lipstick transferred to them. His eyes are brighter now even though this room is darker than downstairs, and they crinkle in the corners when he smiles. I can feel my heart beating out of my chest, matching his.

“Yeah?”

I nod and push my back off the door, taking Cam with me to the edge of his bed. He sits and pulls me to straddle his lap as I connect our lips together again. I moan into his mouth when I feel his bulge against my core.

I move so I’m straddling one of his thighs, grinding down against it as I start to unbutton his shirt. My hands press against his bare chest once I have it exposed to me. I disconnect our lips to pull the shirt off of him completely and kiss his jaw down his neck, biting at his collarbone.

“Baby,” Cam moans. “Yeah ride my thigh like that.”

I rut faster against him, scratching my nails down his back in the process. My clit is pulsing against my panties and I feel the wetness pooling inside them. I’ll probably have to throw them out after this. I bring my lips back to his and whimper at the contact. His hand tugs my head back, biting at my throat. Cam groans against my skin and he bucks his hips up to feel more friction. His hand comes down on my ass twice and I moan at the contact.

“So greedy. Making a mess on my thigh,” he bites out against my skin. His hand comes to my face, squeezing my cheeks together when I tried to turn my head away. “Look at me when you cum.”

My eyes meet his. I feel the pressure rising inside me. I rake a hand through his hair, holding on as a I reach my orgasm. I breath hard and I stare into his eyes until mine fall closed.

Gaining my composure, I slide to the floor on my knees in front of him. Cam’s hands stop mine from reaching the waistband of his shorts.

“You don’t have to, baby girl.”

I stay silent for a split second and quirk an eyebrow before continuing the path I set with my hands. I rub my palms against his muscular thighs, kissing each one of them as I gaze up at him. I can see the places my lips have been, all over his skin. My eyes reach the bulge in his shorts and tilt my head.

“You don’t think I want to take it?”

“When you look at me like that, I don’t know what to think,” he breathes.

“Then let me have the lead until you find your brain again,” I say and hook my fingers into the waistband of his shorts and underwear. Cam lifts his hips and I remove the clothing from his body. His length stands against his toned stomach. I took his shaft into my hand and smirked to myself when I hear a gasp leave his lips. I spread the precum from his tip all along his thick shaft and I look up at him expectantly as I pump him. He bites his bottom lip harshly to hold back his moans.

“Take off your dress. Don’t want it to be ruined by the time I’m done with you.”

I obeyed and took off my dress, tossing it to the floor, leaving me in just my panties. Cam eyed my breasts, but let me take his cock back into my hands without hesitating.

Cam’s hands clawed at the bedsheets when I took him into my mouth. I dragged my tongue up the side of his length before licking the tip. I suck him slow and he makes husky noises of approval from above me.

Cam lets out a strangled moan when he grabbed the back of my head to take more of him. I let him guide my mouth on him. I wanted him to use me like this. He fucked into my mouth, taking what he needed.

“Just like that. Taking me so good,” Cam groans out. “Not such a bratty bad girl when you have your mouth full.”

I have spit running down my chin as I take him deeper. I nearly gag but I force myself not to.

“Fuck, I can’t cum like this. Not the first time. Get up here baby.”

Cam takes his cock out of my mouth before grabbing my hands. He brings me to my feet just to force me down on his bed. My panties are ripped from my body while he’s looking me in the eye. He rubs my pussy, feeling the wetness and I laid my head back against the pillows.

“So gorgeous. Ready for me baby?”

I nod and whine, “yes.”

Cam rolls on a condom and spreads my legs. His cock prodded my entrance, and he slides his tip against my wet folds teasingly. He takes my legs and places them over his shoulders, kissing my knees in the process.

“Gonna take my time with you later. Right now I need to fucking feel you.”

He thrusts into me, sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. I toss my head back and moan as his speed increases. His lips come to my chest. He places kisses around my breasts before taking my nipple into his mouth. His hips snap into me. The only sounds in the room are our bodies meeting in every thrust and our moans.

“Please,” I cry out. “Use me Cam, please.”

“You want to be used?”

I hum in response. I need him to wreck me inside and out, but I won’t boost his ego more just yet. He thrusts into me harder. The expression on his face is determined, like he knows what I want without speaking it into existence.

“You want me to get off inside this gorgeous pussy?”

I nod and I feel the climax rise inside of me. Pleasure explodes through me. He nuzzles his face into my neck as his thrusts stutter. I scream out his name while my hips move up into him, taking what I can through my orgasm.

“Keep saying my name. Want everyone downstairs to know who’s making you feel like this.”

I moan his name again as I ride out my orgasm. I see stars, but he keeps moving into me. My legs are shaking and I’m gasping for air, feeling like I’ve died and gone to heaven.

“Gonna cum baby,” he murmurs against my skin. He erupts while claiming my lips and I savor the taste of him. His hips falter when he cums, and he pulls out not long after to discard the condom. He kneels down in between my spread legs, placing a kiss on my clit. I moaned and squirmed as he licked me slowly.

“I can’t. Too sensitive Cam,” I grab onto his head and pull his face to mine. I kissed him like my life depended on it. My mind and body are so overwhelmed, but when I look at him, when I taste him, just want more. He pulled away and moved the hair away from my face.

“There’s nothing I hated more than what I couldn’t have,” he says before pecking my lips softly, “but now I have it. I have you.”

[fanficshiddles]

Eternally Mine, Chapter 20

Louise reluctantly let go of Chris too, then went with the other three outside on the patio. The fire pit was going, but it was still chilly. So, they grabbed some blankets to keep warm, apart from Jessica who didn’t feel the cold.

‘Well, I’d say Chris is delighted to see you again.’ Toshi laughed.

‘It seems so.’ Louise blushed.

‘I told you he’d be over the moon.’ Claire nudged her playfully.

‘I am too. I really missed him.’ Louise said bashfully.

‘How was it being back home for a while?’ Claire asked.

‘It was nice, seeing mum and dad. We had a little gathering, you know, the usual close family and friends. I was a mess, I was so nervous and jumpy. Couldn’t bring myself to hug anyone and I just felt really on edge… I ended up only staying for an hour then I excused myself, saying I felt sick. Though being at this party, with Chris here, I feel so safe and relaxed. Even with people I don’t know all that well yet.’ Louise said honestly.

She did feel really comfortable around Toshi and Jessica anyway, having a group chat with them the past few weeks had helped as well. They all just seemed to click quite well.

‘Makes a change, usually Chris is the one putting people on edge.’ Jessica teased.

Louise laughed a little and shook her head. ‘I know… Not with me though.’ She grinned.

‘Sometimes people are meant to be together, there’s just an unspoken bond that’s there instantly.’ Toshi said after taking a sip of her drink.

‘True. It will take time for you still, though. It’s been a long time…’ Claire trailed off, unsure how much exactly she wanted Jessica and Toshi to know.

‘If you don’t mind me asking, Louise… You’ve been in hiding because of an abusive ex, right?’ Jessica asked softly.

Louise nodded. ‘Yeah, I have. It really has been a long time. I’m still adjusting to a lot.’

‘It’s like you’re back to being a child, learning all over again how to socialise and be human, right?’ Toshi asked knowingly.

Louise looked a little surprised, but she nodded. ‘Yeah… yeah it is, actually.’

‘You’ll get there. It will take time and I’m sure there will be a lot of backwards moments, but I have a feeling with Chris supporting you the whole way, you’ll be absolutely fine.’ Toshi smiled earnestly.

‘I feel like I’ve bounded forward by a lot already since meeting him.’ Louise smiled widely.

‘When we learn some fighting moves too, that will give us both a confidence boost!’ Claire grinned and took a big swig of her drink.

‘Oh yes, I can’t wait for that.’ Louise laughed.

‘It does help with your confidence, knowing some self-defence moves, that’s for sure.’ Toshi nodded.

‘Hopefully you guys will never need to use it, but it is good to know.’ Jessica said. ‘Hey, Claire. Am I alright to open another bottle of wine?’ She asked, standing up.

‘Definitely. I’ll come find the good stuff. You guys wanting top ups?’ Claire asked Louise and Toshi.

‘Of course.’ Louise nodded and handed her wine glass to her. Toshi nodded too and gave her glass to her as well.

Louise glanced over her shoulder to check that Jessica and Claire had gone inside, then she looked round to Toshi.

‘Did Severus help you through… whatever it is that happened?’ She asked softly.

She knew that Toshi had obviously been through a lot, as she hit the nail on the head with her reference to how it felt for Louise now.

‘Very much so. He still does help me, even now, even if he doesn’t realise it. Though I was in a very bad place, it took quite a bad… incident, for me to wake up and change. When I met Sev, I was a better person than I used to be, but even now I still have a long way to go with healing, and trying to accept myself for who I am. Severus loves me and shows me that every day, I think he gets a little upset that I’m not overly kind on myself yet. It’s a big work in progress.’

Louise nodded in understanding. ‘Chris speaks really highly of you, I know you’ve done a lot for the school. For everyone in the city. You really are a wonderful person.’

‘Thank you.’ Toshi blushed a little. ‘I just want to help good people and vampires.’ 

‘I hope one day I can do even half as good as you’re doing for people. I feel like right now I’m just… still a bit scared of the world. Even scared of my feelings for Chris, how quickly I’ve grown to feel safe around him and how much I just want to be with him all the time. I keep thinking what if this is too good to be true and it’s going to go down the same way as it did with Ray. I hate myself for thinking that way, but I can’t help it.’ Louise let out a small shaky breath as she looked down.

‘I know that quite a lot of them talk bad about Chris, but he really is trying hard. He wants to do better, for you and I think for himself too, to an extent. I know he’s got a good heart, and I don’t doubt at all that you’ll both flourish together. He’s good for you, and you for him. It may seem like it’s happening quite fast, but I know for sure, he will go as slow as you need it to go. He’s not going to hurt you. I know it’s easier said than done, but you deserve this happiness with him. That’s one thing I’ve come to realise of late, that I do deserve to be happy, too. Sev has made me realise that.’

Louise smiled. ‘You really do deserve to be happy. From what the others say, I think you make him very happy. Everyone was going on about him smiling and laughing at the ball, which is normally a rare sight apparently.’

‘It is. Apart from with me. I see that side of him all the time.’ Toshi said fondly with a dreamy smile.

Jessica and Claire came back with the wine, though Claire just took the whole bottle out so she could keep re-filling for everyone.

‘I hope you realise, Toshi. That you’ve got your work cut out for you teaching us two some fighting. We are the clumsiest people you will ever meet.’ Claire laughed.

‘Hey, speak for yourself.’ Louise argued.

‘I’m not the one that falls UP stairs.’ Claire said with a raised eyebrow.

‘Yeah, but I was drunk… and it was the one time.’ Louise huffed. ‘Besides, you trip over your own feet on a weekly basis. And remember that time you walked right into a glass door on holiday?’ Louise smirked.

‘That was your fault for closing it! Don’t forget that time you knocked over the Christmas tree and took the whole damn thing down, breaking numerous decorations in the process.’ Claire smirked.

‘You were the one who pushed me into it!’

‘I did not!’

‘Did so!’

‘Ok, it sounds like you’re both clumsy. I can work with that though, don’t worry.’ Toshi smirked and sipped her wine.

Claire and Louise just elbowed eachother.

‘Oh, by the way. There’s a small bag upstairs in the spare room, some tinsel and a few baubles… Chris isn’t getting off that easy.’ Claire said to Louise.

‘Seriously? What if he hates it though.’ She laughed a little nervously.

‘I think he would act a bit embarrassed but deep down, he’ll love it.’ Claire assured her.

Louise looked at Toshi, who smiled and nodded in agreement with Claire. ‘It would be good to see hound dog all sparkly.’

‘Loki will be delighted to see his brother being in on it too.’ Claire grinned.

‘His earlobe hoops are too good of an opportunity to pass up on for baubles…’ Louise pondered, making the others laugh, though they agreed.

‘I’m surprised he’s not come sniffing around for you by now. Surely that’s more than half an hour now?’ Jessica asked as she glanced at her watch.

‘Oh, speak of the devil.’ Toshi laughed as she spotted Chris slowly coming outside.

Louise had her back to the patio doors, though she felt shivers down her spine when he approached. He moved in behind her and grabbed her from behind, draping an arm around her neck as he leaned over her, another arm slipped around her middle. She giggled as he hugged her and kissed her cheek.

‘I’ve been patient enough, ladies.’ He hummed.

‘I guess we could head back inside.’ Claire shrugged.

‘Good.’ Chris chuckled and took Louise’s hand when they all stood up to go back in. They went through to the living room, where everyone was now.

When Toshi walked in, she saw Severus looking utterly bored. He gave her a help me, look. She smirked and sat down next to him on a dining chair. Bat was on his lap, purring and keeping him company.

‘Coping?’ She asked quietly, though she knew the answer.

He just gave her a look. Then leaned over a little towards her. ‘Do not leave me alone for that long again. It was your idea to come here, after all.’

‘I was just being social.’ Toshi grinned and hid behind her glass with a giggle.

Jessica plopped down on Spencer’s lap, Loki and Claire squeezed on the sofa next to them and Matt.

Chris was about to get a seat on the other sofa, he figured they could both squeeze there. Though Louise motioned for him to follow her. Curious, he let her lead him through the hall and upstairs into the spare room.

‘Aha.’ She spotted the bag of decorations and fished out a lovely gold bit of tinsel and two red baubles. She turned around to face Chris with a grin, though he noted slight apprehension on her face at the same time.

‘You didn’t think you were getting away with this, did you?’ She asked with a laugh.

Chris put his hands on his hips and gave her a glare, but he was smiling. ‘I’m going to kill my brother for not making sure all the decorations were put back up in the loft.’

‘Just figured that those earlobe hoops of yours would be ideal for these.’ She giggled and swung the baubles around.

Chris threw his head back with laughter. Seeing his reaction put Louise instantly at ease.

‘Come on then. Give it your best shot!’ Chris said as he opened his arms out.

Louise bit her lip as she moved in, first hooking the baubles on his ears of course. Then she wrapped some gold tinsel around his neck. After fishing in the bag, she found more tinsel. So added some around his wrists and wrapped one around his waist, tying it in a bow. There was also a Santa hat in the bag, so she put that on his head to finish.

‘Perfect!’ She couldn’t stop giggling the whole time.

Chris just had a small smirk on his lips for the duration. ‘Alright, alright. Snap your picture.’ He chuckled.

She did just that, instantly sending it to the group chat. Chris could hear everyone downstairs starting to laugh.

‘Why don’t you come down and join us, bro!’ Loki shouted up the stairs.

‘Yes, why don’t we go straight back downstairs?’ Louise giggled and made a move for the door.

‘Oh no you don’t. Not until you de-Christmas me!’

‘Do I have to? You look really pretty.’ She laughed.

‘Pretty? You’re so in trouble for that.’ He growled playfully, for a split second she panicked on the inside when he said she was in trouble, but that panic vanished in an instant as he launched for her and began tickling her, making her screech with laughter.  

Chris quickly discovered she was extra sensitive around her lower back and sides, so of course he used that to his advantage. She couldn’t stop laughing and squirming, not entirely trying to get away from him though, which he noticed.

She did breathlessly plead for mercy, and eventually he stopped, though cradled her in his arms. He leaned down and nuzzled her nose with his.

‘I think next year it will be your turn to be decorated.’ He growled.

Louise’s heart skipped a beat. The fact that he thought they’d be together next year, made her so happy.

‘Only if the others have to, as well. Only fair, since it has been a group thing.’ She giggled.

‘Ohh, I’m sure I can convince the guys to get their revenge, don’t worry about that.’ Chris winked at her.

When they went back downstairs after removing Chris’ decorations, everyone clapped and cheered. Chris just grunted in response to them.

There wasn’t much seats left, So Chris sat on the last space on the sofa and Louise sat on the floor with her back against the sofa, between Chris' legs. She was happy to sit there, especially because it meant Chris was just constantly playing with her hair, and Bat joined her, sitting on her lap.

‘Have you got the cameras set up for the start of term?’ Spencer asked Chris.

‘I’ve got people coming in tomorrow to set them up. So no funny business in the classrooms anymore.’ Chris narrowed his eyes at Spencer then at Loki.

Loki rolled his eyes in response.

‘Has there been anymore sightings of any hunters?’ Louise asked.

‘Not that we know of. Though it’s usually after the hunt that hunters rank up their activity.’ Loki said, annoyed, as he glanced at Chris.

‘You helped get people for that hunt, so don’t start.’ Chris barked at him.

Loki just grunted response.

‘I’m sure it will be fine. No innocents were taken for it.’ Claire assured Loki.

‘If there is any vampire attacks, I think we know where to go first for answers.’ Hannibal commented as he looked directly at Toshi.

‘Don’t start.’ Chris snarled at him.

‘I just think it’s ridiculous that we are letting her this close to us when she’s got history!’ Hannibal continued.

‘You’re right, there probably will be another attack on a vampire real soon. And it’ll be you.’ Toshi sneered at Hannibal and stood up abruptly.

Severus gently took her arm and held her back. ‘He’s not worth it, love. Don’t let him rile you up. Besides, it’ll be best to get him on his way home instead of on front of witnesses.’ Severus said low, glaring daggers at Hannibal.

‘See, threats.’ Hannibal pointed at them.

‘I think you should leave.’ Chris said angrily.

‘What? Why should I be the one to leave?’ Hannibal asked, annoyed.

‘You are the one stirring up trouble. I won’t have any fights break out in my home.’ Loki said firmly.

‘Fine. I know when I’m not welcome.’ Hannibal hissed and rose to his feet, everyone went quiet when he left, deliberately slamming the front door on his way out.

‘He’s got some major issues.’ Jessica blurted out.

‘Indeed.’ Severus hummed.

‘I think we should keep an extra close eye on him.’ David suggested, and they all agreed.

[iamnmbr3]

For your ask game: Luna Lovegood

How I feel about this character

I have a huge soft spot for Luna and I really like her friendship with Harry.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

I don't really have any ships for her. I know Luna/Ginny is super popular but personally it doesn't resonate with me and I much prefer Ginny paired with other people. Given that Luna is one of the few people Harry feels comfortable sharing his feelings with a ship between them could be interesting postwar during the period of canon when Luna (according to the supplementary material) started to question some of her father's most outlandish beliefs. Moments like her knowing him well enough to recognize him when he has taken polyjuice could be super sweet in a romantic context too. But honestly I like them more as friends.

My non-romantic OTP for this character

LUNA AND HARRY FRIENDSHIP FTW!!! I love them so much. I love how Luna is one of the only people Harry opens up to - how she's able to comfort him post book 5 and how at the end of book 7 he chooses to sit next to her and she immediately understands how he feels and creates a distraction. I also love that she knows him so well she is able to recognize him even when he is using polyjuice potion in book 7. Iconic. I love the bond they share over the losses they experienced early in life and the experience of having been seen as outsiders. And I love how Luna's temperament and affect balance out Harry's.

I really enjoyed them going to Slughorn's party as friends too and Harry being so entertained by Luna unintentionally trolling everyone. Give me a postwar AU where everyone's after 'The Boy Who Lived Twice' and Harry's sick of it so he takes Luna as his date to everything - just as friends despite what the tabloids say. They undoubtedly run into Draco eventually and Luna probably just blurts out what all their respective close friends were thinking about them seeming to kind of have a thing for each other. Ron & Hermione are horrified but also desperately want to know the answer (and are afraid to know).

My unpopular opinion about this character

I'm not a huge fan of Draco and Luna just instantly being besties in the postwar period without any reference to any of the events in book 7. I mean, I do think Luna would be more likely to forgive him than some people and he was probably the nicest of her captors. But he still did participate - however miserably and unwillingly - in holding her and others captive. So it's not that I don't think they could be friends, just that it's weird when what happened gets forgotten.

Draco at least would probably feel really guilty about it and not just instantly be chatting with her and acting like nothing happened. And it would be understandable if she had trauma from that too. Though I would see her as being pretty sanguine about it and having some very Luna things to say that Draco probably doesn't know what to do with.

During 8th year someone's probably all 'you two know each other?!' and Luna's probably all 'oh yes. I lived in his cellar for several months during the war. He was definitely my favorite Death Eater. He used to sneak us extra food and water sometimes which was very nice of him. Though of course letting us all go would have been a lot nicer' and Draco's probably just standing there not sure if he's being insulted or not while Harry tries not to lose it in the background.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

We hear in the supplemental material that she eventually started to question some of her dad's beliefs. It would have been interesting if we saw a bit of that in canon. Also I'm curious what her reaction was when she found out her father tried to betray that Golden Trio to Death Eaters. I think this would be super interesting especially since, in a very different way, it would echo Draco's arc of coming to question some of the things he was taught by his parents. Could be something interesting to explore in a sideplot to a drarry fic or as a main plot to a short fic.

[plumdonutsv]

hi!! i saw ur post abt fom :]

i hope u dont mind if i structure this like a point by point answer to questions u put in ur tags <3

i feel like im playing the game right. unlike stardew, fields of mistria doesnt make me feel bad for not using every second of the day. i think fom has a nice balance between easy and not too easy

i kinda feel like im going slow and fast at the same time? time during the day passes in a blink of an eye but when i look at the calendar im like still halfway through the season. idk how to feel abt it yet

my time management is so bad 😭😭 im terribly forgetful so i'd like set a goal for the day and a second later i'd be like "wait what" but i dont usually mind cuz i dont feel rushed by the game at all which i really appreciate. i think that mistria places a huge emphasis of getting to know the people and i love that

i like a LOT about the game: the soundtrack (especially the mines music), the aesthetics, character sprites art, environment art, the art in general, i LOVE the characters so much, it feels like everyone has their own thing but you can't tell all of the stuff they're about immediately i think? like i didn't realize Holt made toys until i saw his station in his house, i love environmental storytelling <33 honestly i love that most of them are so kind to you, it's the kind of game i personally needed. i love that the combat is not a clicker and that u gotta watch how the monsters act to figure out the best way to defeat them, i love the set up, i love that the earthquake has lingering consequences on the town and the community. it's a lot of fun <33 ofc i have some criticizms too and stuff to improve but im too tired rnfjsndbd

OH AND THE LORE!!! i need to know more about mistria's lore. especially the magic and all that stuff thats goin on in the mines

i love all of the characters fr, my fav love interesrs are Ryis and Adeline. Ryis is just so sweet and kind and gorgeous, he loves birds, he's from a family of bakers, he has family with a lot of sisters in the capital that send him care packages with cookies, HE LOVES BIRDS (<- it was the thing that had me like "you're the one"bfjsnhdsnbd) just a disney princess type of guy

Adeline just got me in her palms and i'm not even sure why or how exactly yet but all i know is that i walk around her like a puppyfjsnbd she's such a nerd and i adore her, she loves doing paperwork and calls it a "party", she is the heir to the land and she loves taking care of it and its people but forgets to take care of herself and im just like *biggest wettest eyes at her* also pink hair. oh mh god

and like i think all of the other townies are so cool. I love the kids, theyre the cutest and i love seeing them around town doing their thing. i love that we have different models of families like. man i'm so excited for more stuff in this game

i'd love to chat mistria with u if you'd like to <33 and i'd love to know what u think :D

have a good dayyyy

omg thanks for your response!! i feel like i relate to many things you said. i haven't played a farming sim before bc i didn't think i would like it. since i would prefer games w some kind of story or lore, i didn't think this game would be for me. really, i had no idea what to expect in the game

i feel like i'm also going slow and fast while playing! the day goes by so so quickly but i also feel like maybe i'm not doing enough. sometimes i'm thinking "why are my crops growing so slowly please grow faster!!!" but then i'm surprised w how quickly they grow. i get up and see my tomatoes and corn ready to be harvested. but for the most part, i feel like i'm going at it too slow. i'm almost done w summer but i just got magic

i relate to what you said about time management. there are some items on a task that i just couldn't find so i do another task. then i just entirely forget to search for that item (like i cannot find seaweed still). then literally TODAY i was in the mines for too long and had to rush home. the next in-game day i went to the mines earlier in the day to not make the same mistake.

the music in the game is amazing! i find myself humming along while playing or humming when i'm doing something else. i'm surprised that i even remember how the music goes. i've played totk for a bit but i can't remember a single song. i love how everyone has different seasonal outfits. i really like how celine has a different outfit in the early morning. (idk if other characters have a different outfit at that time i can't remember). i'm glad i could play the game bc i'm gonna be moving back to school soon and this would be a nice way to take a break from coursework.

i also like how most of the characters are nice to your farmer. i just cannot pick one favorite character. it's too hard for me to bc they are all so lovely 😭. i agree that the kids are cute! i try to give luc a bug each time i see him.

one of the things that i don't like so much is that there is only one place to save. i can't remember if there are other places to save

[jackiequick]

The day she got brought in | Agents Of SHIELD Fanfic

Summary: What if the thing you were waiting for came at the the wrong time? Or in Amelia Parker’s case, when she was street racing in Puerto Rico to let off a little steam after being rejected by her schools.

Pairing: Amelia Parker & Grant Ward, Rick Banner x Luna Marsh

Characters mentioned: Phil Coulson, Bobbi Morse, Lance Hunter, Grant Ward, Melissa Wallace and etc.

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It’s been months. But it felt like years for her. She has been told time and time again she wasn’t surely good enough to be apart of certain schools. Regretted time and time for the schools she applied to. Only two accepted her but she wasn’t too pleased.

She never wanted to go to college to be exact.

But she need a career. She wanted a future.

Something interesting.

So she applied for SHIELD Academy at a certainly young age. She knew that SHIELD existed ever since she just a little girl, especially after the accident that happened at Stark Expo.

She thought there was a huge possibility that she would get in. Her cousin, Peter Parker, parents were agents of shield themselves before they died. On top of that, her aunt Bobbi and uncle Hunter are agents as well!

So she studied, practiced her skills and tried to explain herself in every letter as a someone who deserved a chance. A chance to help SHIELD future agents and heroes. Since Amelia was good at boxing, had a huge hand when it came to sewing, believing she’s pretty okay with a computer and had communication skills. Also well as scouting places and some design.

However after every letter and application, she kept getting rejected.

Then she thought it about, why am I not surprised? My grades aren’t too good, my only concern is that I’m too emotional for the field and my records were bad.

~~~~~

She’s a street kid for gods sake! Her actions didn’t measure up, hanging out with a so called “wrong crowd” according to the police, stealing parts and racing borrowed cars while earning cash on the side. The girl sounded like a young criminal.

And honestly she didn’t care, she loved it. The music, the people, the rush you get from being behind the wheel, the talks and the community built around it. The type of people she met made her smile.

There wasn’t too many rules and no one questioned whether you were good enough. Because if you ask a racer, any real racer doesn’t matter if you win by a inch or a mile, winning is winning. It’s all about passion and love for the lifestyle.

Currently she sat behind her wheel, sliding down towards the area where everyone was at. Her mind was running a mile a minute.

Puerto Rico baby! The smell of food from the streets, the music blasting from cars, people chatting with one another, laughing being shared. The men in and women were dresses in the best mood you ever seen.

People from every race and backgrounds crowded the area. It felt like heaven

Amelia parked her blue skyline in a perfect scene nearby a few shaded orange, deep green and hot rod red cars. She was dressed black short skirt, a deep gray top and a red flannel. Black sneaker. Her curls were loosely bouncing around as she walked over to a small group.

“Ahh! Look who showed up!” Yelled Nico giving her a hug.

“Girl we thought you weren’t gonna make it.” Shouted Kira chuckling.

“Be nice, be nice! She was just fashionably late to the party.” Added Jesse, joking around holding up his cash for tonight.

The group walked and talked, grabbing a bite to eat as they catches up with one another. Talking about their deals and how they were planning a small heist for extra gasoline to sell at Jesse’s shop. But first Amelia need to check out the competition and sneak into other locations to exchange a few items.

They were in a middle questioned when she asked.

Amelia rolled her eyes chuckling, “Your hilarious, all of you. Who’s the racing tonight?”

“Ok I’ll tell you!” Nico explained everyone who racing that night and even added, “You see the tall blonde over there with the pretty brunette around his arms? They’re racing the first round tonight.”

It nighttime so she couldn’t see them too well. Still she tried to looked over across the crowd, to see blonde with dark eyes carrying a cheeky grin.

And his girlfriend was wearing a puffy jacket and shyly giggles to what he was talking about. She taught they must’ve been an adorable little couple, secretly ready to wipe the floor with them.

She didn’t think too much of it. However her friend, Kira, was more interested in how they raced.

But they didn’t have to wait for long, since the moment Kira said, “Ready, set, go!”

They were off. And they were fasted! Rushing around the stores, turning up the furious speed, passing through a crowd of cars, and sliding across small obstacles to get to the finish line.

Impressive. Very impressive. 

The brunette won first, and a few others coming in at a close second. She screamed and smiled shyly at winning as one of the other racer went to congratulate her. The rest of the crowd clapped and cheered.

But Amelia wasn’t paying too much attention as she clapped, checking her phone and the corners of the road behind them.

Hoping cops didn’t came. Watching their backs.

When it was her time to race in the second round, she jumped into her skyline and joked with the other racers.

Once again, Kira started yelling loudly “Go!”. Amelia made it and snappy.

Turning up the NOS when needed, taking a left turn to pass another car and even flipped off another race who tried to cut her off. Speeding off, switching on the radio, laughing and watching the other cars driven past her.

In the end, she didn’t win but she didn’t care. She had fun feeling the rush behind the wheel, being free in her seat and all her worries were thrown away focused on the road instead.

But she hopes were broken, as Jesse yelled out, “Cops are coming!”

Her eyes widen muttering, “Shit!”

~~~~~

Everyone jumped into their races, speeding off quicker than expected. Once she hoped she was out of clear an hour later, Amelia sneaked into an small old facility of full cars.

She held up her flashlight towards the back end of each vehicle.

Beautiful. Each one styled differently and wonderfully useful.

She looked around to find the place empty as she snapping pictures and started to pop off the hood of an car.

The girl was lucky to find a gorgeous cherry red convertible. Hell, she would kill to just have this for a drive to the beach.

Before she could get her hands on soft inventor and possibly get a better look at this reliable beauty…

..she heard it.

She turned off her phone as she started rushing to hide behind boxes and corners. But she was too late.

She woke up, in the hallway nearby the exist. Blinking she turned to face a young man, not even 20 yet with dark hair and brown eyes.

He wasn’t bad but stupid.

“Eugene. I meant nothing.” She told him, with a sigh.

He chuckled, “So why the hell are you here?”

“You were hoarding cars, jackass!”

“They’re mine, babygirl and I’mma use them.”

“Ha! You stole half of them and redesigned the older ones. Pumping up the gasoline and ordering NOS.”

“You need a 5-second car.”

“10 second car. And I was just looking over them, honest.”

Eugene scoff, “You’re not half bad, Ames. But you gotta know not to mess with me.”

“I’m not sure about that. Be lucky it wasn’t, Jesse or Nico. You had worse than us.” She added, knowing they would do something crazier than her.

“Don’t ever come around here again!”

“No promises!”

Eugene made a move to grab her but she elbowed him in the face. He spinner her around, pushing her against the wall but she kicked him where the sun don’t shine.

~~~~

Amelia made a run for it, still ending up with a bruise or two. Pulling out her mini pistol, just in case. She wasn’t the greatest at theses things but still she tried her best.

She walked down the street, popping up her jacket and started up her engine driving off.

But when she thought her night couldn’t get any odder or worse. The polices she raced from earlier found her.

Amelia was thrown into a cell, hearing the police report about her as the cops walked away. She tried to defend her case but they only have half listened.

They cleared her up for the self defense part but still pissed off about what she did.

It was no use per say.

Amelia’s face dropped. It wasn’t her first time running around from the cops and getting caught up in a mess and it sadly won’t be her last.

It was the trill of life. She sighed as tears came rolling in, mumbling how stupid she was. No career, no school, no actually friends and possibly no one to bail her out.

Disappointed.

She was a good girl or at least that’s what she wants to believe.

She always did schoolwork but never past a lot of classes cause no one took the chance on her. Actually help her understand it! She treated her family with respect, earned money during races to help pay the bills, worked low jobs and such.

But never got a chance to prove herself, they always tell her that she need experience and or worse, no one believed she had the true patience to get a job done.

Everything felt like a balancing act for her. Keep her head up, even when she wants to keep it down.

Playing up the act of the cool, confident, somewhat edgy and sweet girl. The wannabe bad bitch who gossips, talks shit about others and let’s the rumors fly in.

But she ain’t really that. Yeah sure, she got a temper, gets stressed out easily sometimes and has a thick glare that meant she got shit she wants to get done, but still.

She doesn’t know want she wants. No one ever does.

“Miss Parker?” Said a male voice, light but thick.

She turned to face the man, standing up wiping her tears to get a better look. To her surprise it was too men.

One younger and somewhat fresher faced than the other. They were wearing all black, comb hair expect for the younger one who’s hair was a little messy, wearing sensitive shoes and shared a gentle expression.

“W-who are you?” She asked, softly with hitched voice.

“Agent Coulson from SHIELD.” Said the man, “You’re having one hell of a day, huh?”

“Grant Ward.” Said the other one with a half smile, “You’re younger than expected.”

She blinked with tears trying to figure it out how this happened and asked, “Wh-what? I—how?…oh god.”

“I know it’s tricky to explain. But we’re here to help.” Coulson said, seeing the poor look in her eyes.

“Really? No offense, but where were you months ago?! I sent letters, applications for programs, video of myself for a visual idea of who I am…”

“I’m sorry we didn’t come soon but you were rejected for some of our supervisors believing you were not trying enough.”

“Hell, I saw that videos and it was a little dry. Besides, you sounded like it wasn’t serious enough..” Ward added.

“Your hilarious, Ward.” Amelia replied with a half sarcastic tone, “Sorry I wasn’t what you expected. I’m sorry that I was not perfect enough for you guys. Especially you.”

“Yet, you lack self esteem, confidence and the strength that is needed determination for something.”

“Determination?! You rejected me! You don’t take a chance on anyone.”

“But I’m not wrong. Have you seen your records? Jail time, street races for money, and stealing from second hand stores. Do your parents know about this?”

“…i um…not exactly everything…”

“Exactly. If you had any bit of respect for yourself and self care, you would deal with what you have. Look where you are now. I just see a pathetic picture of a young woman.”

“Okay look, I screwed up big time! I don’t have any track record for something good or anything…but i know I can do the same thing as you! I’m sorry for what happened..”

“Sorry?! You don’t know what you want or what exactly is your play here. ”

“Hey! I don’t—”

Coulson spoke up, “Enough! Ward, play nice, not everyone has their hands full time in the world as you. And Parker, I understand that you’re not sure where you stand. I apologize on SHIELD behavior, but I was given a chance to see your responses..”

“And? Coulson, you and Ward clearly just came to do what? Bail me out or something? I’m a idiot according to him and he’s right..” Amelia admitted, sadly.

“He’s wrong. You done some bad things because you don’t feel comfortable or worth other peoples time. Your smart, kind, seemed determined to race together even if you didn’t win—”

“You saw?!”

“I did. Or at least I scout here who used to work with me did. But Amelia you’re not an idiot, you just need someone who can give you a chance to try and do good. Because you are good.”

“Who told you that? I’m not smart enough to pass a few simple classes or good enough for you before. You guys didn’t give me a chance to prove that I’m good for something…”

“Because I wasn’t there before and I didn’t have agent Lance Hunter to tell me about you. Your not exactly school smart for certain things, but your street smart and clever with a lot of stuff. Your easygoing, sometimes honest and if I’m correct, you see a lot in someone.”

“I..um..”

“I’m being honest when I say your not bad. Never were, just chose to go do something that others think is wrong. I’ll like a give you a chance to come study and work together with SHIELD. You may be nervous and not feel ready for it now, but I believe you might be.”

Amelia stay speechless hearing Agent Coulson’s words and the recommendations he heard from Hunter. She didn’t know that part. The only person other than her stepdad and mother to speak like that to her.

Even Ward had to admit to himself he read the whole letters and applications, finding it actually charming. He didn’t know what Coulson saw in her but he kinda like it.

The only thing she could do was nod rapidly because of how tired she was and unable to comprehend what happened. It’s late. It’s 1:40am.

And she was just offered to be apart of something she didn’t expect to get after wishing and imaging the role.

Ward went to front desk to bail her out with a smile. Once she was let out of her cell, she thanked Ward as he apologized for his comments earlier. He told her that he’s welcome to help her with any needs

Then she turned to Coulson with tears in her eyes once again, thanking him. He smiled softly pulling her in a hug, knowing she needed it.

Phil held her in his arms, whispering kind words.

Honestly he felt bad, he didn’t catch onto her case earlier and made a decision to bend the SHIELD Academy rules.

He would need to speak with Fury and Hill but he knew there were plenty of people like her who needed a chance to be heard.

He remembered that Darcy Lewis had a daughter as well with a interesting case, he decided to possibly message Hill later about that. Plenty of cases of young folk who would be suitable for SHIELD or a Team in the future, but they need that push to do so.

Coulson smiled, walking out with Ward and Amelia in his thoughts. He wondered what if they were to recruit a set of young people one day, they definitely deserve a chance to be seen or heard.

Amelia snapped him out of his thought, “So um, when do we—I start my studies?”

Ward spoke up instead with a soft smile to her answers, “Soon. In about less than a month. You will have me and a few other people to help you along the way, Miss Parker.”

“You can all me Amelia.”

“Then you can me Grant.”

Both smile, exchanging phone numbers. Coulson told her a few more things before they brought her back to the hotel she was staying at.

~~~~~

Once Amelia said her final goodbye, she locked the door to her room behind her and let out a small sequel as she bit her bottom lip. To say when the realization finally hit her was an understatement. She felt scared, nervous and maybe a little excited.

She wondered what if no one likes me? What if it goes bad my first day? Oh my god what if i suck and they kick me out?!

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Anxiety still in the front of her mind, but laying low.

Her mind was overwhelmed by the thoughts, as she picked up her phone to thank her uncle Hunter for the placement.

Little did she know the next few months will change her life forever.

Meeting one of her best friends Melissa Wallace, get to know a couple of crushes such as Nikolai Morozov and a few other friends. Even encourage Melissa to go on a date with a special girl. As well as a future lifetime of opportunity and memories to come.

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[seal-writes-stuff]

Dating Headcanons - Alice (“Bodies, Bodies, Bodies”)

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: mentions of drug use, vaguely suggestive stuff, one mention of the reader using makeup (not gendered but still)

Summary: All in the title!

A/N: Hi guys! I’ve mentioned “Bodies, Bodies, Bodies” here before – Alice is a legend and Rachel Sennott is impeccable as always. Haven’t seen any fics about her, so it’s about time for someone to fill in the gap. Hope you enjoy!

You meet Alice at the party you didn't even want to attend and you're immediately struck. So much so that you almost psych yourself out of talking to her. After all, someone this fun, popular and effortlessly charming must be already dating someone, right?

Well, you’d think. Alice spends the whole night by your side: dancing, chatting and simply hanging out in comfortable silence. If you’ve had a little crush on her at the beginning of the party, you’re all but in love by the end of it - and Alice seems to feel the same way too. At the very least, you leave with her number, all of the social media handles she has and a promise of a proper first date.

Alice falls for you hard and fast after that. She knows what she wants and she's not shy about taking it: if it was up to her, you'd be dating in a week and living together in a month. In her mind, she loves you and wants you to know it, so why wait?

You have tons of inside jokes, which annoys your mutual friends to no end. It takes no more than a couple of words for the both of you to start giggling while everyone else gets the joyous experience of being the collective third wheel. Not that Alice would ever care: she's having a blast and she doesn’t care what anyone else thinks.

Speaking of, your friends are her friends. Alice wants to be a part of your life and a part of your friend group, so she hopes you’ll introduce her to everyone as soon as possible. But it totally goes both ways: she feels like there's something incredibly sweet about her favorite people all knowing each other. Besides, she gets to brag about what a wonderful partner you are.

Alice isn’t going to pressure you into doing any drugs, but she certainly doesn’t mind having some herself. She'd probably dismiss you if you’ve raised any concerns about it too. Come on, she’s just having a little fun at the party, what of it? You fight about it sometimes, but at the end of the day Alice is thankful that you worry about her, even if she doesn’t see a problem. It’s nice to have someone who cares.

Speaking of fights, they are rare, yet fiery and explosive. They always get resolved in the same day too, if not in the same hour. It doesn’t matter who’s right and who isn’t, Alice simply can’t stay mad at you for too long: when the argument is over, she’s giving you puppy eyes very soon after, ready to talk things out.

Alice is insanely loyal. She can, will and is going to stay by your side, hyping you up no matter what happens. Whether you’ve been dating for five days or five years, when Alice loves, she loves fiercely. For her, you're the most wonderful person in the world and good luck trying to convince her otherwise.

Tells you that she loves you every chance she gets. "I love you" in the morning, "I love you" before bed, "I love you" when you're on your way home and "I love you" for no reason at all. Alice isn’t the kind of person who thinks it loses meaning with time, pretty much the opposite. After all, she does love you and she wants you to know it, so why should she limit herself?

Alice would absolutely shower you with gifts. Jewelry? Books? This fancy pair of shoes you've been eyeing for a while? You've got it, babe! She’s not taking no for an answer either – she wants you to feel like royalty.

Sharing clothes is a must. Even if you have wildly different wardrobes, Alice always finds a way to style it, which is honestly impressive. Besides, there's something about seeing her lounge around your shared apartment in one of your oversized t-shirts… Let’s say you don’t spend a lot of time out of bed on these days.

Get ready to become a permanent guest/the unofficial co-host on her podcast. Whenever you can’t go on air with her for any reason, Alice spends half of the episode gushing about you: telling her listeners how cool you are, going on and on about all of the stories you've shared. She said it herself, her podcast is about hanging out with your smartest and funniest friend, and who's smarter and funnier than you?

Alice is the kind of person who's down for any adventure. Which may be a problem, since you inevitably get roped into it as well every. Single. Time. Hitting the club you've never heard of? A spontaneous road trip with an hour’s notice? Going to a friend's - as in, "a guy you've seen maybe once on Insta"’s - house miles away? Better start packing the bags! It drives you crazy sometimes, yet you wouldn't change a thing. That's part of your girlfriend’s charm, after all.

Would do your makeup no questions asked. Say a word and Alice gets her fanciest palettes out, talking like she's a beauty guru on the rise throughout the whole thing while you stare at her with a big, lovesick smile on your lips. Honestly, you might start putting makeup on more often just for that.

She makes you Spotify playlists all the time. Sometimes Alice spends hours upon hours on those – you can't rush art, after all. The contents still turn out to be mostly Charli XCX (not that you mind).

Alice is a sucker for physical contact: she has her hands all over you whenever she can get away with it. She's not shy about PDA either - you're gorgeous and she's crazy about you, why should she hide it? Alice would cool it if you asked, of course, but otherwise it's a big part of her showing you love.

Alice may seem superficial to other people, but you know better. For her, you're flawless just the way you are – regardless of your gender, the way you look like or gasp even your astrological sign. She judges people by vibes alone. As long as you are comfortable together, it’s all that matters in her eyes.

By the way, she definitely has a birth chart made for you and she's never telling you about it. When you’re not around, Alice pulls it out and studies every line from top to bottom, hoping to find something new even though she’s seen it a hundred times already. Doesn't matter if you believe in astrology or think it's all bullshit - for Alice, the whole concept is comforting. It makes her feel like you were given her by the universe itself. Like it was always meant to be.

A big part of your relationship is the two of you quietly sharing the space together. Hanging out at the edge of the pool with Alice’s legs thrown over your waist. Cuddling on the couch while she's scrolling through Twitter and you choose a movie for the night. Sitting on the rooftop and staring at the sky, even though not a single star is visible through all of the air pollution. Not that it matters - you have your star right here.

At the end of the day, all that really matters is that you love Alice and Alice loves you. She’s your girl and will have your back no matter what, even if you aren't a Libra moon.

[elvhenmage]

2, 11, 17, 18, 25

30 Questions for your Dark Urge

2. Did your Dark Urge have any romantic and/or sexual relationships prior to their illithid adventure? If yes, who was it with and what was it like? If no, how did they feel about being single?

well you know the answer to this. it wasn’t romantic by any means because they’re both far too fucked in the head but yeah she and gortash were involved. turns out i was not immune to durgetash. the wiki really sold me on it with “It is possible that the Dark Urge and Enver Gortash found in each other the closest thing either of them ever had to a friend.” bc even though i don’t think makaria ever consciously considers him anything but a bug under her heel it’s still like, he DOES know her more than anyone else, and she knows him. they’re always at each other’s throat (literally) ((well, mostly it’s makaria at his throat)) but it’s also like. you’re the only bitch in this city that gets me. tldr i think he’s obsessed with her and she’s begrudgingly involved with him. it’s complicated

11. What motivates your Dark Urge to either embrace or resist the Urge?

alfira….. not just alfira though because makaria also has a Huge fear of being made to do things she doesn’t want to do (and generally just doesn’t like being told what to do), so that first blackout ending in alfira horrifically murdered and her having no memory of doing it immediately made her detest the urge. makaria may be casual with violence and murder but mostly only when someone does something she doesn’t like - alfira didn’t do anything, she was just a fun bard who wanted to join the party :(

17. What is your Dark Urge’s greatest regret?

probably uhh all the murder cult stuff LMAO like … she may not remember most of it, but from what she does remember and how it feels to be standing down in the temple, she very much regrets playing a part in that even though she was literally created and raised to do so. at some point you get the option to ask withers about the people you killed or something and i’ve been trying to figure out if that’s something she would do or not. on one hand i think it’d be a nice progression to have her need to face that part of her past but on the other maybe she doesn’t Want to look back… also i think a part of her regrets letting orin get one over on her by being too egotistical to see the betrayal coming - she dealt with a lot of inner turmoil coming out the other side and i imagine that that kind of deep-seated purpose of life ending in “failure” doesn’t ever completely go away - but overall she’s … maybe not GLAD it happened but she knows she’s better off this way. so not her greatest regret but a sort of regret regardless

18. How does your Dark Urge feel about love?

completely foreign to her. bhaal’s love - when it was even displayed - was twisted, there was no true love between her and gortash, and orin was little more than a brat who disrespected bhaal with her dramatics. everyone else she interacted with was beneath her. sceleritas didn’t love her so much as he revered her. and honestly i hadn’t thought about how this would affect her after the nautiloid until now so i’m actually not sure how she feels about love 🤔 i think someone’s gonna have to have a chat with her about it before she realizes that’s what she’s feeling but as for how she reacts to that, i’ll have to give it more thought

25. How does your Dark Urge feel about Sceleritas Fel?

sceleritas fel has ALWAYS been a damn menace. him and makaria are like if toadsworth and princess peach were really fucked up. ik durge canonically had a foster family but in MY canon sceleritas was mostly responsible for raising makaria, so they’ve been At Odds for as long as she can remember ‘cause he’s so CLINGY and persistent and she felt she knew what she was doing and so didn’t need his input. when she gets older and is sort of ‘claimed’ by bhaal for real, she gets more used to kicking sceleritas around (literally and metaphorically). bhaal being a direct influence in her life really inflates her ego for the worst. this doesn’t change after she’s lost her memories; she still very much immediately feels like strangling him with her bare hands whenever he pops up and tries coaxing her into following the urge

[atopearth]

Amnesia: Later Part 1 - Girl's Party and Waka's World Routes

Girl's Party

Super exciting to play Later!! I bought the Japanese version hoping to play it one day fully expecting it to never be localised but here we are hahaha, I'm not even mad that I "wasted" my money because I'm so happy haha! Ooh so Later follows if the heroine didn't pick any guy and doesn't have a boyfriend and is just living a normal life? Toma and Shin arguing about which yukata to pick for the heroine is so cute lol. I love seeing everyone in yukata! Personally, Mine, Rika, Shin and Ikki look the best to me, but especially the former two because they're so cute and pretty! But the black on Shin and blue on Ikki is just so perfect too! I've always wanted the heroine to interact more with the girls so I'm very happy we have Girls Party routes! Sawa is always such a good and silly friend, it's hilarious how bad her grades were😂 I'm also very surprised that Rika is from a family of farmers! Very different from her image haha! Kent is 190cm??? Omg lol, he's like 35cm taller than me, a whole ruler😂 Toma saying his favourite animal is humans definitely matches with that cage in his apartment😂

I can see why people wouldn't like Mine especially when I think about those routes when she was an ass to the heroine initially because of her jealousy, but at the same time, I can't really hate her because she's quite nice and very cute lol. It was sweet to see how she was happy that the heroine considers her a friend and it was honestly adorable how she said she misses the girls when she doesn't see them haha, I didn't expect her to be that honest! Lmao at Orion calling her a tsundere. Shin buying a book and then going to Toma's house to read it is so cute lmao, I know he's a soft guy on the inside but it's so funny when I try to imagine it haha.

I love Rika's fated meeting with the random substitute teacher, Orion is right, it's just like a shoujo manga haha! I think the funniest part is that I can't imagine Rika running to school with bread in her mouth🤣 Anyway, I really enjoyed the Girls Party route if we can really call it a route lol. I really wish it was longer though! I think having the heroine just getting to chat with Mine, Sawa and Rika is so much fun, I really want more haha.

Waka's World

The Ruthless Sergeant's World

Okay, I never knew I needed a Waka route until he said maybe he even has a chance with the heroine. Like, yes please!! And the best thing about this? We get all the different Wakas from the different worlds! Since it seems to be set before the heroine's amnesia, it's actually really cool to see the heroine's personality and actually have her talking to and responding to people lol. The heroine praising and admiring Mine for never being late to work was so cute, I can see why Mine can't win against her. As for Waka ruthless sergeant version, I can totally see why all the newly hired employees run away haha!

I was really touched by Waka when he said that he's the manager, so everything that happens is his responsibility, and that it's his job to protect his staff. I mean, Waka can be over the top but when he says stuff like that, how can I not want to cry? How many managers truly care about your well-being as much as him?😭 HAHAHA, I was wondering what Waka was going to do, but self-defence classes at night?🤣🤣 I agree with the heroine, Waka's hobby being making miniature gardens is adorable hahaha! It's so funny how soft he gets whenever he talks about them😂😂 Honestly though, despite how funny it is, I love how much effort he puts into them that they each have a story behind them. Awww, I would have loved to see Waka show the heroine his garden and everything, it would have been so cute! Why are these endings so short?!😭

The Quiet Man's World

Waka is always saving the heroine in every world haha! Anyway, I was just surprised he let her go find by herself at night, but I guess we knows he's not going to allow that anymore. It was nice to know that he called Shin and Toma to pick Mine and Sawa up just in case. This Waka is very dedicated to his magic trick to have all 52 cards spread around the cafe and to have remembered their locations so that whatever card the person chooses, he can always do his trick. He's so dedicated lmao.

The Flamboyant's World

I can't get used to this Waka LOL, especially the 'hehe' lollll, kill me😂 He's so whatever about everything and says what he wants, it's so not him hahahaha. Loved their little coffee break though. He does whatever he wants too hahaha! I have to admit though, he's very refreshing to see considering how strict his other personalities are when it comes to work at the cafe. I love their little date that comprised of shopping and dining at a cafe, and dangg the confession! I totally didn't expect that ahaha, the Waka that made the most progress!

The Assassin's World

It's interesting to see Waka analyse everyone's personalities and split them between those who gravitate towards darkness and those who remain pure no matter the adversity. I guess Ikki, Toma and Mine being the former reflect their personalities in their routes and Mine's when she's being an ass when it comes to love and jealousy lol. A gentle Waka is pretty nice too. I liked their walk home, and lol at Shin and Toma protecting her by watching over her as she walks home at night hahaha.

Overall, Waka's routes/endings were fun! I wish there were actual CGs though, so disappointing in that aspect and I'm also kinda sad that all the routes were basically teasing the possible relationship but nothing happens! I want moreeee, they can't stop right when it gets good! Now I'm just sad even though they were short and fun😭

[rottenbrainstuff]

BG3 playthrough: I reluctantly leave the emerald grove, and some thoughts about companion approval + gameplay styles

(Mild spoilers)

I have now explored and completed absolutely everything in the grove, so I guess I am now forced to leave and move on to other areas, unless I just want to spend hours playing music for the tiefling’s pocket change, lol. I left some items at Kanon’s grave, got a story written about me by one of the Tiefling children, and helped Alfira compose a song and got a really beautiful cut scene, gosh she is quite lovely, I do hope nothing happens to her…

The only thing I haven’t done is steal the idol for Mol. Stealing it seems super hard, and I’m not sure it makes a good outcome to steal it. Plus my tav just had to save one Tiefling kid who got in trouble for doing just that - I think he’s not in a hurry to risk Kagha blaming the kids again.

I have some thoughts about all the people who say Astarion is hard to romance or that he only likes it when you do awful things. I don’t know if things were different in the early access, but I am not finding this at all. There are plenty of places where he is totally neutral with you agreeing to help, he doesn’t “hate doing nice things” as a rule at all. He hates when you make unrealistic promises or agree to big tasks without fully exploring all the options. I’ve only found two convos that I can remember (both about helping Zevlor with large tasks) that there was no way to agree without him disapproving and I had to send him for a timeout in the campground. I’m actually having more trouble with WYLL disapproving of my actions, but luckily there also seems to be a lot he approves of, too. Lae’zel is probably going to just live at the camp for a while because she hates everything I do WAY more than Astarion does.

As for Astarion enjoying it when you do bad shit, yes he does. He starts act 1 freshly freed from Cazador. Did you expect him to be sweet and kind right off the bat? Just because he LIKES to do those things, doesn’t mean he SHOULD do those things. If you are romancing Astarion and doing a “good” playthrough, his arc is about helping him learn to be a better person. The approvals for the bad deeds are there, and they’re there for a reason: it’s easier to bad shit just to make him like you faster, but you don’t have to let him indulge in his bad habits. It’s entirely possible and not even difficult to romance him without doing that, so it really is up to you to choose what to do.

I put Gale in my party this time as I went around and helped people out, and every time I save someone’s life, he has a little chat about it. I’m assuming this all has something to do with the “timer” on his bomb, but it feels kind of nice to have someone in my party praising me after I did a good deed. I’m not the biggest fan of Gale because he’s so delicate in fights, and between me and Wyll we already have a lot of magic firepower, but I dunno, if he keeps doing this I just might have to keep him around.

My friend keeps giving me all these detailed tips and strategies for how to class each character to minmax this or that, respec x to be able to do y, how to do creative things in combat, etc. and honestly I don’t really care about that. I’m all about the quests and NPC interactions and I am absolutely LOVING the fun dialogue options I get from being a bard. The fights are only just a little incidental break, for me. It’s neat though that there are ALSO interesting and creative combat mechanics available for the people who like that aspect of the game the best. Truly something for everyone. I highly respect that they have an easy setting for the people don’t necessarily want to spend time carefully strategizing every move in a battle, and that they allow switching difficulty levels at any time.

[memorymessage]

my body dysmorphia gets- just- completely uncalled for and out of control in my dreams sometimes

sometimes (often, sadly) i'll have dreams where any time i'm around people, everyone acts like i'm the most hideous, abhorrent creature—no one wants to talk to me, people subtly make fun of me, they speak over me or otherwise avoid me.

this did actually happen to me once in real life when i went to my first anime convention. but it might not be because they thought of me as some hideous creature—i was 13, and they were all 18-20 (i had to have my 18yo friend sign in as my guardian to even get into the event), and i honestly wouldn't want to hang out with a 13yo at 18 anyway.

but maybe some of them did think of me as fat and ugly. my friend's sister was 14, and they didn't treat her badly. she was actually who i was hanging out with most, before her friend got there. after he arrived, he started treating me like a freak as well, and my friend's sister stopped talking to me, too.

they were all really rude, and i literally did not have a choice in being a part of their group, since minors cannot be unattended. i would be lying if i said that one incident didn't damage my self perception irreparably. i felt so disgusting that whole day, i had to have my dad come pick me up early.

shortly after that, my ED started getting bad—i became underweight, and i got really good with hair and makeup. i still remember having thoughts like "i wonder if i went to back to that convention and ran into them again, if they would still treat me badly."

i just... i have a feeling i know the answer to that question. and it's part of the reason i have these types of dreams to this day.

but BDD feels like... it doesn't matter how much weight you lose, or how you do your hair or makeup. deep down, even unconsciously, you still think of yourself as that ugly, fat pariah. maybe they would have treated me better for being "prettier", but the damage was already done.

after i stopped doing hair and make up, gained weight, and started experimenting with gender identity, all those feelings came to the surface again. like i couldn't hide myself in an outward shield of being "conventionally attractive" with my fake face and fake hair anymore. any time i would go to a party, i would have this permanent unconscious awareness that i am the weirdest one in the entire room—i do not belong.

13 year old me sitting alone in a corner of a convention center floor while an entire group chats amongst themselves. that's who i am. that's where i belong.

at these parties in my late teens and early 20s, any time guys would show interest in me or try to hookup with me i would just think to myself "they're probably just desperate and going for the fattest, ugliest fish in the barrel because they think it's easier."

there was one guy that repeatedly showed interest in me and would go out of his way to hang out with me, hug me, talk to me, etc. and all i could think was "he probably has a bleeding heart and feels bad for me. the attention is just pity."

i still 100% believe all these rhetorics. to this day. i feel like i can't even hide my ugliness beneath makeup anymore. sure it makes me look better than my usual appearance, but... it's like putting lipstick on a pig.

and yes, social isolation has damaged me irreparably as well. i never have my poor self perception challenged. i think of myself like a freakish alien and am allowed to persist with that idea because i have no one to challenge it. i sit alone with my body dysmorphia and let my ideas of myself run wild—my features metaphorically warp until i'm a twisted amalgamation of a human with barely any humanity left in my countenance, and i don't have anybody there to ground me back to reality with a simple "you look nice today."

i've told myself so many times that i can't rely on the positive comments of others to heal my broken self perception—it puts too much power of validation in the hands of others. usually, that is how one deals with intense body dysmorphia, to not seek outward validation. but i am an isolated being—an anomaly to the standard of healing, because not only do i not have anybody to give a compliment here or there, i don't have anybody to simply perceive me.

see me, treat me as another normal person. just give me some sort of sign that i am not hideous.

my outings are so rare, i'm looking over my shoulder at my shadow to make sure it hasn't morphed into an amorphous creature on the rare occasions i do step out.

and yet...

it doesn't even matter.

what i do and how i live my life doesn't matter. it's never changed. nothing i have ever done has ever changed how i see myself—it didn't matter when i was spending 2 hours a day on hair and makeup, it doesn't matter now rolling out of bed with matted, thinning hair.

i will always hate myself

always

[wolfish-trickster]

Update update (kinda? I just want all drama to be on one place ya know. And also to remind myself to not be nice or friendly to them anymore because i tend to be nice to frickin everyone, fuck my personality for that...)

So uni started like 2 months ago for me and things have been good. First 2 weeks were absolute hell. Loneliness. All. The. Time. The one 'friend' who was going to the same uni found herself new group of friends so she quickly ditched me for them. Honestly i don't blame her.

I stuck to my plan tho. I don't talk to my old group unless they directly talk to me first. I don't react, don't send memes, don't update them on my life nor complain about school work. Just nothing.

Funny enough the same girl that attends my uni randomly says that she loves me and she's glad that i'm there with her. To which i always react in a 'you good' kind of way. Mainly because she isn't that type of girl to say that often but whatevs.

The breaking point came when my country had elections. And party that is evil incarnation in my so called friends' eyes won. They won fair and square so there was no point in being mad about it. Some points they made were good and made a lot of sense so i wasn't really sad once i found out they won. My friends however... I saw their true side. They were hateful, irrational, wishing death upon those who voted for anyone but their favourites. It made me physically sick. The utter disrespect they were spouting was just too much. I was raised to honor my elders and listen to them because of their wisdom. My friedns were aparantly raised to dismiss them and want to quote take away the voting rights for anyone above 50. Smells like fascism to me but k.

I also found myself new friends. Well, it's complicated. First week i was the first one to aproach them and ask them for their instagrams and after that i kinda went into a depression so i never contacted them through it. On lectures i sat alone, away from them. I honestly thought that since i was way too forward on the first day i scared them away and i accepted my fate.

But then when we happened to be on the same spot and were looking for places to sit one of the girls said 'is there a place for (my name) too?' and honest to gods that nearly made me cry. I didn't even know they remembered my name.

Things have gotten better since then. One of the girls travels by the same tram i do so we often chat on the way. Then this other girl (a goth goddess) asked me if we could study for chemistry together. And we did. For four hours straight (which made me question if i was still straight ngl 😅) we also chatted about our favourite bands and all. It was great. The first and the best study session with a classmate i ever had!

I talk with one other girl, even though it's not as much as with other two but we are becoming a solid group.

Hopefully i'm not going to jinx my little bit of good luck with this post but things have been good this past week. I'm going to see fnaf with a friend from elwmentary school in few days (i'm going to travel to a whole different state so i hope i don't die on my way there 😅) and few days after going to my first and (maybe) only college party. I'm mainly going there because of a standup that will also take place but yeah.

Oh and also about fnaf: one girl (old toxic friend group) has been sending me nothing but fnaf reels and she has been saying we will go and see it on opening week... The petty bitch in me can't wait to see her reaction once she sees i rather traveled to a whole different country than to meet up qith her to watch it.

So i guess that's all. Stay safe guys. I will be back with more drama about fake friends (i just have a feeling something might happen, ya never know with those four)

All the bad stuff they did to me and i actively remember (because so many people treated me bad so most of the stuff they did became normal to me) :

When i had a DOFE (duke of edinburg award) ceremony in my school all four of them asked if they could come (since only i was the one recieving the award) and i said yes please i need someone i know in the audience. When i actually walked up to get the award? None of them were there.

One of them was writing a test from chemistry and i was supposed to write the exact same one few days later. Same questions and all. I asked her multiple times to at least tell me what parts to focus on the most and yet she never had the time. Until the night before the exam. Real fast girl. Real fast.

Ironically i asked the same girl to study with me before graduation and yet she stayed silent every time I texted her about it. I also asked if i could study with her and her bestie i was so deslerate. They both said sure but when the day actually came both of them were silent and i studied alone.

Week before graduation i messaged into the group chat and asked for a tutorial to this one chemistry problem. Only one person of the three (the fourth one wasn't graduating from chemistry so i don't blame her) responded and said no. After i figured it out on my own i stupidly sent a pic of it to the group chat but the same person that told me no said she already had it written in her notes but didn't understand it. Bitch i asked for a picture of the sequence, i would've figured it out from that. I didn't ask you to explain it to me. And so i wisely deleted the picture.

And lastly today. Actually they were talking about it like a week ago but i was busy and didn't check my notifications at all so i barely knew what they were discussing. Today i found out that the four of them rented a volleyball court for an hour or so. For 4 people max. All four of them talked about how to get to the place and stuff. I was left out. Like a fool.

I'm not close to 3 of them anymore. The fourth one... I can't really make a war with her because i'm going on a very expensive trip with her and i don't want the money to go to waste by not going.

My plan for now? Lay low. Not send anything in the group chat. Not react. Not speak unless spoken to. I'll mind my own business. If they want to meet up without me sure go ahead, have fun. Wanna hang out with me as well and even ask me? Fine. I'll go. But only because i have to. Summer ends and i'm done. (which will be hard af because one of them is going to the same university as me but oh well, she'll find herself a new group of friends and leave me)

[erina-writes-headcanons]

and one more thing. this time with haikyuu >:)

sakusa, suga & terushima. they have an s/o that doesn't usually dress girly but when they do boys are such fans of it! literally simps!!!

it could be an occasion like a date, prom or wedding, and they are guests. i leave the choice to you!

thank you as always! have a nice day, love u.

❤️Sugawara Koushi, Sakusa Kiyoomi, and Terushima Yuuji Who usually dress up casually are Dressing Elegantly at Event❤️

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A/N: AAAHHHH!!! Thank you so much for the cute idea of the scenario and the headcanons idea because I honestly can see their cute reactions when they see their S/O did this! Especially Sugawara's cute reaction! Anyway. I'm sorry for the long update and I hope you forgive me @pillow-anime-infos ( ⇀‸↼‶ )

Gender: Female

Warning: None

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Sugawara Koushi - Karasuno

Sugawara doesn't really care how you dress up, he doesn't care if you usually just wear a simple t-shirt and a pair of jeans, pajamas, or casual clothes because he loves you the way you are.

In fact, I believe he also prefers using casual clothes when going out together with you and on a date so he understands those comfortable feelings where you just prefer to use relaxing clothes instead of getting dressed up when going out.

However, you were invited to your best friend's birthday party Haruka in a fancy restaurant and she told you the dress code for everyone is to wear any blue shades whereas the birthday girl is wearing a beautiful pink shade of the dress.

You remember your mother bought a beautifully simple one-shoulder navy dress with the bottom reaching to your knees on your birthday and you are planning to wear that along with a necklace and a pair of pearl earrings.

Or if you are a male, you are wearing a pair of oversized navy or royal blue button-up shirts with trousers, a belt, and a leather wristwatch to make your looks fancier.

You want to look your best for your best friend Haruka since the two of you have been close since middle school and Haruka told you in the chat that you can bring your boyfriend, Sugawara.

As Sugawara was done wearing a pair of trousers along with a button-up shirt, he was walking up to your room to ask if you know where are his pair of loafers. His eyes widened to see you in a beautiful dress.

His face wasn't only red and spacing out, but he was stuttering and having an error in his brain. He knows his S/O is perfect but he did not expect you to look like an angel.

You are correct on this one that he became a simp. He tried to give a compliment to you but all you hear a jumbled and noncoherent words but his reaction was too cute that you couldn't help but tease the poor boy.

"What? Am I really beautiful that you cannot speak?" Congrats (Y/N), now you made him almost faint because of your teasing. He literally apologize in a stuttering way before running to the living room, escaping from your tease.

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The birthday party has not started yet and there's a lot of time to get ready together with Sugawara, your boyfriend. It was her sweet seventeen so lots of people were invited to your best friend's birthday party even though most of the ones who were invited are the third year and her classmates.

Most of the clothes in your wardrobe were t-shirts, blouses, denim, or other casual clothes so you had a little bit of trouble searching for appropriate clothes until you remember the clothes that your mother had given to you on your birthday. It was a one-shoulder navy dress/navy button-up shirt.

It was the most appropriate clothes to celebrate your best friend's birthday and you had no other choice but to wear the chosen clothes along with some jewels and the makeup touch for the final touch. You hadn't realized the sounds of footsteps getting closer and a knock on the door from the other side.

"(Y/N)? Are you in there?" There was no answer from you.

"(Y/N)?" No answer once again.

Sugawara knew that you didn't hear him at all and the grey-haired setter decides to get inside so he could ask something to you, "(Y/N). Have you seen my loafers? I forgot where did I put it-" but he was cut off as his brown eyes laid on your figurine. You look so amazing in that outfit.

The sound of him speaking obviously made you lose your focus on yourself before turning around to see Sugawara standing there like a statue with wide eyes and a gaping mouth. "Suga? Sweetheart? Do you need anything?"

He was very starstruck that he did not hear your question at all, all you can see was that his mouth was moving around but you couldn't hear a word from his mouth. It clicked in your mind that Sugawara is distracted with your outfit and you know this is a chance to tease your poor boyfriend for after all his tease that he did on you.

"Suga babe~ is there anything wrong?" The corner of your lips tugged upwards, playing coy with him.

" What- Uh Yes- I mean, no-. There is nothing wrong," He stammered, cheeks turning rosy and his eyes advert from your eyes.

"Are you sure? Is it because I look so beautiful/handsome that you cannot speak?" You continue teasing him.

"I-I'M SORRY!!" Sugawara finally shut the door close, letting you alone as you had your best day by making your boyfriend red.

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Sakusa Kiyoomi - Itachiyama

In this headcanon, I believe Sakusa is at least a little bit more opinionated with your fashion sense but he's not the type who likes to be too controlling so he mostly just gonna stares with a judgemental stare

I'm saying that because I believe Sakusa would prefer you to wear clothes that don't have any stains, rip, or a bad smell on them. He prefers you wear clothes that just got washed and have a nice smell on them.

He doesn't care if you wear casual clothes or stay-at-home clothes because why do need to dress up elegantly when you're not going anywhere? He only doesn't like it if you are wearing clothes from yesterday and you haven't taken a shower.

However, you were invited by your sister or brother to their wedding and she told you to wear something elegant and told you the dress code for the party is the color grey shades.

Trying to look your best, you were wearing an Asymmetric Cut out Smokey Grey Dress with a heart necklace and a pair of grey heels or if you are a male, you decide to wear a pair of a grey blazer as the outerwear, a white shirt, and dark grey trousers to pull off an elegant and fancy look

While you were putting the last touch on your face, there was loud sounds of footsteps and a door knob but you didn't realize those sounds and continued making yourself look presentable for your sister/brother's marriage.

The door was wide open to show a pair of brown eyes looking at you up and down. He was surprised to look at you with a such an amazing outfit.

He was in a trance when looking at you, he didn't move at all because of the awe and it made you think that someone just stopped the time but nope. Your boyfriend just looking at you with awe.

If you have sharp hearing, you can almost hear Sakusa letting out a small whisper of 'Beautiful/Amazing' but once he caught you staring, Sakusa would quickly look away.

He might act all cold around you by not speaking but don't worry. He is not mad, he is just embarrassed as hell but he is trying to hide it from you.

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Today is your sibling's wedding day and everyone in the family is invited including their partner too because of this, you dragged your boyfriend Sakusa to come along and celebrate your sibling's wedding birthday in a hotel.

At first, Sakusa didn't want to go to the party because he hates crowds and he cannot stand people talking very closely to him for fear that they going to be touchy and infect unknown bacteria to him. However, your smart brain made a deal with your boyfriend that you would buy him lots of Umeboshi, especially onigiri for his lunch.

He was having lots of thoughts on this but he finally agreed to go to your sibling's wedding party and maybe gave them a nice wedding gift for their marriage since it's culture for Japanese people to give cash or a gift to those who are married.

However, he did not expect you as his S/O are going to dress like an angel with your dress or a suit when he arrives at the wedding party. Not only it suits you perfectly and hugging your every curve but it also made him think twice maybe if he should go with you together once again. He never sees you dressing up like this

Your eyes glance at the ace of Itachiyama and a smile is adorned on your face before you're walking up to him, "Sakusa-san. I'm glad you're coming to my sister/brother's party. I thought you would not come."

"I wouldn't if you didn't make that deal," Sakusa said nonchalantly.

People might think he's such a bad partner because of the way he talks can be seen as harsh but you know better that those words don't mean anything and it doesn't need to be taken into the heart since Sakusa isn't someone who is good at expressing his expression like his cousin.

As he turns around, your eyes widened with surprise, and glance up at him again with eyes blinking repeatedly. 'You look beautiful/handsome in that dress/suit." Even though those sounds were small, you still can hear him as clearly as a day because you didn't expect Sakusa to praise you.

However, it did not last long before a smile adorned your face once again before strutting up to Sakusa. Your hands gently held his hand and you can feel him flinch in once second before it relaxes once again as his eyes laid on yours with a little bit of red colour on his cheeks"You also look amazing in this outfit."

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Terushima Yuuji - Johzenzi

Terushima might be a playboy and dating you because of your look the first time but once the relationship is stable. I can see Terushima loves you for the way you are.

He doesn't care if you often wear just a pair of tee along with short pants in the house or a jogger with a sweatshirt when playing volleyball with you.

The reason is that he is the same as you. Why do you need to dress up when you are going to play volleyball or just laze around in the house?

But let's just pretend that you are going to have a date together with him later at a restaurant and you want to catch his eyes with your outfit and you have the right clothes for that.

If you are female, you are wearing a shirring sleeve dress with a canary yellow shade dress but if you are a male. You are wearing a button-down shirt, layered with a crew neck jumper, and mustard yellow trousers with a belt on them to pull a simple but elegant look for the date night.

Once you arrive at the restaurant and wait for him, he just got arrived and he immediately looks at you as if you are a five-star course meal.

Terushima was STARSTRUCK, he would definitely go up to you and start to flirt at you as if he just saw you for the first time, being a cheezy boyfriend.

He will throw tons of pickup lines, some can be cute, some made you blush bright red and some would be bad but those pickup lines would make you laugh, like:

"Do you have a map or a compass? Because I'm lost in your eyes." or " Are you a camera? Because every time I look at you, it makes me want to smile." Yes, he is that cheesy around you when the two of you are on a date.

Also, Terushima would be quite touchy so expect his arm around your waist or around your shoulder casually most of the time when you two had a date.

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It has been such a long time that you and your boyfriend did not spend time with each other after a long time because of the middle-term exam. Your father and mother didn't let you go out because they want you to focus on your test and have a high score, and if you go out without telling them. The two of them would take your phone away.

It was really sad because Terushima would keep trying to call you and asking you to hang out together with him or just sneak out from your parents but you know better because sneaking out without permission is like the death penalty to you. You couldn't live without your phone.

But the middle exam has passed and you had a great score in every subject except math. Even though you didn't get an A plus, your mother and father were still satisfied with your scores and let you go out but not knowing that you had a date together with your boyfriend.

Arriving at the restaurant, you decide to see at the table near the window so you can see the view of the city where there are lots of bystanders walking around to enjoy their day but not noticing someone is tiptoeing behind you with a smirk on his face and a mischievous glints in his eyes.

"BOO!" The male tapped your shoulder quite hard but not hard enough to hurt you.

"EEEK! Terushima-san! Your piece of shit!" you hissed in annoyance.

"Hehe, sorry-babe. By the way, you look amazing in that outfit," His eyes look at your attire up and down.

The dress/the suit complements your figure, it hugs your every curve and the outfit makes you look more attractive than anyone in the restaurant. Terushima could not help but his smirk widened as he sat across from you "Baby, Are you a camera? Because every time I look at you, it makes me want to smile~" Terushima winks.

"Are you always this flirty?" You raise your eyebrows, challenging him back playfully.

"Only to you, especially this night since you look so amazing~" the corner of his lips tugged upwards, loving the challenge that you gave to him.

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