#and yes for the one person i know who will recognise what im doing the meng yao f1 au brainrot is back

[luvmequmi]

hello people this is the love of my life I just wanted to remind everyone

[freshxsturniolo]

4th July - chris sturniolo x fem!reader

summary / warnings ; inspired by jake webbers 4th july party vid!! mentions of jake, johnnie, carrington and tara as well as the triplets. flirting, fluff.

PT2

"oh fuck, put me down" you laugh through a mouthful of beer, jake holding your legs on his shoulder as tara pressed down on the power button to the keg you were gripping hold of.

you hear the people around you laughing as you feel jake slowly lowering you to the ground and you whip your head back up, swolling down the beer. you wince as the liquid finally flushes through you and you feel two hands clap on your shoulders, the sound of your more recent friend carringtons voice in your ear.

"took that like a champ" he laughs, and you turn round to look at him with a grimace.

"that tastes like shit" you say, and he only laughs harder as he gives your shoulder a squeeze before walking off in the direction of the pool table.

you let your eyes adjust around you, the garden full of people you only half recognised, some you had never seen before in your life, before jake passes you an actual drink.

"here you go, m'lady" he chuckles, and you swat at his arm but take the drink gratefully.

"do you even know everyone here, jake?" you ask, looking around the garden again, and jake pulls you by the elbow closer to him as carrington now wants to take your place with the beer keg. a group of his friends already ready to hold his legs whilst tara stays put on the ground to be the one to assist him.

"no." jake admits, and you give him an eye and he shrugs. "some are johnnies friends. some carringtons. some i just invited to be nice." he laughs, and you can't help but laugh with him. he had always been so carefree.

johnnie comes bouncing over now, a giggle on his lips as he holds 3 jello shots in his hands.

"these were the last 3" he says, handing one to each you and jake.

"the last 3?!" you spit. "we spent hours making these last night. how many fucking people are here?" you laugh, but you all take the shots in one, grimacing as the vodka hits your mouth. you pass the empty container back to johnnie who hurries off to the throw them in the trash, at the same time someone you had never seen before catches jakes attention. he gives you elbow a quick rub of reassurance and you give him a smile, knowing you'll catch up with him later and set off to make yourself mingle with the people here.

but it only takes you a few steps before your eyes meet with the person you've been secretly waiting to arrive.. his blue eyes staring at you deeply.

you're drunk, you know you're drunk, the beer from the keg and the jello shot hitting you immediately after already copious amounts of alcohol you'd been drinking through the day, but you let your face stay calm as you give the blue eyed boy a small smile.

chris sturniolo is leaning against one of the fences in the garden, staring at you with a smile on his lips. his two brothers matt and nick are not too far away, but they're engrossed in a conversation with someone you don't recognise and are yet to notice you.

you take a deep sip from your cup and start the walk over to him. he's looking you up and down, which you can hardly expect anything less. you're wearing the exact same outfit as tara. little shorts and a bikini top, only yours is blue and hers is red, and you have to admit you'll likely a little too exposed. you feel his eyes on you, taking in every inch of you, but you appreciate the way he looks you straight in the eyes as you finally reach him.

"that was pretty impressive" he says, nodding over to the keg you'd just been drinking from. you smile.

"what can i say? im a girl of many talents." you laugh, taking another sip from your drink.

"that you are" he says, before he pushes himself off the fence and engulfs you in a hug.

there was something unspoken between you and chris. you had only met a handful of times, two of those being super brief when he was filming videos for jake and tara, yet somehow you could not keep away from him. you were constantly texting, after exchanging numbers over instagram dm after the first time you met, and you had continued to conversate with each other ever since. sometimes they were just flowing conversations, how are yous and what you up tos, sometimes they were deeper, about work and about the industry and about stress, but sometimes they were flirtatious, youre so prettys and wow you look in that recent instagram post.

you dont know what it was about chris sturniolo, but you enjoyed every second of him.

as you pulled away from your hug, you gave him a smile.

"do you not want a drink?" you ask, and he takes a peak into your cup.

"yeah, go on then." he smiles.

"what about these two?" you say, pointing to his brothers who had yet to acknowledge you yet. chris chuckles.

"matts driving and nicks got a meeting early tomorrow."

"too bad" you smile, and you grab his hand without even thinking, pulling him into the direction of the kitchen. you weave past what feels like hundreds of people stopping every now and then as chris daps up the odd person he knows, jake and johnnie being two of them, before you finally make it to the kitchen. you let go of his hand once you're there.

"okay" you say, leaning over to take a look at the ray of beers lined up.

"we got corona, we got some miller, we got some vodka,"

"corna will do" he says into your ear above the music and the bustle of people around you. you lean over and grab him one, passing it across to him before finding the bottle opener. he goes to take it off you but you pull your arm away, placing your hand right at the top of his on his bottle and staring straight at him, before you use the bottle opener to take off the lid. all the whilst your eyes on his.

he can't help but chuckle at you as he takes a sip, and you're about to say something when arms wrap around your neck.

"CHRIS" the voice shouts, and your hand instantly goes up to the arm you as you feel it as carrington.

"hey, man" chris nods, and you notice as he looks at both of your skin touching each other. you can't pretend it doesn't make you smile. so you play with him, you rub your hand against carringtons arm as he keeps it in place, but uses his free arm to clink drinks with chris.

"how are ya?" carrington says, and you take a sip of your beer before moving your head to look up at him. he looks down at you straight away. "what?" carrington says, and you laugh.

"nothing, carry on" and you divert back to chris.

"yeah, good man. real good." chris says.

"as you should be" carrington says, before he bends down so his cheek is touching yours.

"you need to come film a section for jakes video" carrington says, and you let out a groan. you had forgotten jake had meant to be filming the whole thing and you suddenly realise you hadn't seen him with his camera once.

"okay, okay" you say, and carrington finally moves his hand from around your neck and automatically grabs onto your hand. he's already striking up conversation with someone who's just past the three of you, so you use the short couple seconds to look towards chris.

"well" you start, holding up your drink to salute. "short and sweet, but duty calls. i'll catch you later?"

chris smiles, saluting you with his drink. "of course" and he turns around to walk off. you let out a sigh before giving carringtons hand a quick tug, which he turns around to look at you, then to the empty space where chris just was, and he nods in understandmant as he guides you back through the crowd, back out into the garden, and smack into the front of jakes camera.

it only takes a short few seconds before you're laughing, both jake and carrington with their arms around your neck as they sing along to the my chemical romance song blasting through the speakers. you're soon then joined by your best friend tara, who hands you all a fresh shot of tequila, and before you know it you're feeling lose again. dancing with your best friends, no care in the world if the camera is there or isnt.

unbeknown to you, chris is trying his hardest to distract him selves with conversations with this brothers and his friends at the party, but his always found yours. you singing with jake, dancing with tara and johnnie. he doesn't miss every second you get close to carrington either, and he starts to doubt all the conversations the two of you have had over the last few months. had he got the wrong end of the stick? where you just being friendly and he'd let his guard down a little?

after a another hour, you knew you were drunk. not just drunk, but the type of drunk where you go one of two ways. you either stay happy and giddy, or you fall down a pit of annoyance and you simply want to be left alone, but the music and the people surrounding you where only lifting your spirits as you took yourself to the kitchen to get another drink. theres people everywhere shouting your name as you walk through, and you smile and say hi to them, a few of your friends stopping you for photos, but when you finally reach to drinks table you let out a sigh of relief, reaching into your back pocket for you phone just to stand alone for a second.

you click onto instagram, already having being tagged in a few peoples instagram stories from photos you'd been taking throughout the day, a video on carringtons story of you upside down taking the keg, and you laugh as you reshare them all, before a text pings through.

chris : any chance we can properly say hi now?

you smirk at his message but whip your head around to look behind you, and see him standing against the kitchen door looking at you. you roll your head back and laugh, holding out your hand for him to come and join you. you notice the corna you had given him earlier is long gone and is now replaced by what looks like a standard beer, but his eyes are slightly red and you know he's had more than one or two.

"hi" you joke as he reaches you, taking your hand slightly as you let them slip to the side of you. he laughs, before looking towards all the drinks.

"are you sure you're okay to drink anymore?" he says, but you can tell he's being kind and not patronising.

you give him a side eye. "why, have you been watching me?"

his cheeks flush a little. "hard not to." he says, as he looks down at your body. now your cheeks flush, but you laugh it off as you reach over for a beer.

"im good. im a good mood." you say, letting go of his hand now and opening the bottle. "i could do with a sit down, for a few minutes though. are matt and nick still here?"

he smiles. "yeah, we're sat by the pool."

you groan in pleasure. "ugh, perfect. i can dip my feet in."

and you grab his hand again, pulling him out into the garden and smiling at the fresh air. your eyes scan the poolside, but chris steps infront of you slightly to guide the way. you hiccup slightly, and bring your hand to your mouth, and chris turns to look at you.

"sorry" you giggle, and chris look down at you.

"you're so cute" he says, and you notice that his eyes linger toward your lips for a second, but you shake it off as you move over to the pool, finally spotting eyes with his two brothers.

they each jump up when they see you, engulfing you in a hug, each telling you how incredible you look, before you all sit down by the pool again. theres a few others sat around in a circle, tara being one of them and she sticks her tongue out at you, which you return, before you sit closest to the pool, sighing as you deep feet into the cold water.

"that good?" you hear, opening your eyes to see chris has sat directly next to you, breaking up the circle completely. you were planning on twisting around ever so slightly to join in the conversation, but chris has completely blocked the way. you had to admit it made you feel a little giddy.

"so good. its SO hot" you say, facing back towards the pool.

"you could say that" he says, and you whip your head to give him a stare, which he just laughs at. you had not seen him for the last month. both of you so busy with work projects, and he had not long been on a few trips with his brother matt, and he had only grown more attractive to look at. his hair was a little long, possibly from travelling so much, he had a small bit of stubble that you'd never seen on him before in person, he's wearing a plain white tee and as you look down, black shorts. his legs were crossed but his knee was just inches away from your thigh, and you smile.

"what you smiling at?" he asks now, and you divert your eyes back to him as he takes a drink.

"we've never been alone together, did you know that?" you ask, and he raises his eyebrow, to which you roll your eyes. "i mean," you start. "we're always with people. someone else is always in on the conversation. i think todays the first day we've sat alone."

he nods as he looks behind him at his brothers and friends surrounding us, all engrossed in their own drunken little words, not even noticing that you and chris have distanced ourselves off slightly. you sit up slightly now, moving your hands away from the ground and grab your drink, taking a deep swig from it.

"its about time, dont you think?" chris asks.

"yeah. it is." you smile.

"i have to ask you something-" he starts, and you raise your eyebrow in anticipation, but you notice as his eyes scan the garden, his cheeks flushing slightly. "are you and-"

but he's cut off by a loud squeal. you each look up towards the noise as you see both carrington and jake holding tara in the air. one under her arms and the other her feet as they edge towards the pool. you both immediately let out a laugh as you watch the commotion, before the throw her into the pool. the water splashes up and towards you and chris, and you both move backwards to try and miss it, failing miserably as you both accidentally clash shoulders and get soaked through anyway.

"JAKE" you squeal, just in time for tara to emerge from under the water. it amazes you that her make up stays in the exact same position as she pushes her hair backwards, now completely soaked through.

"you're next" jake says, running towards you.

"NO" you squeal, but it's too late before jakes hands are on your waist. tara is laughing in the pool, egging jake on, and you can't help but laugh as jake tries his hardest to get you to stand up. when he finally does so, you let out a squeal and you can't help but automatically fly your hands out to chris, who laughs as he grabs hold of your hand.

"he can't save you" jake says, and before you know it you're flung in the air, hitting the water right next to tara. when you reemerge, you let out a splutter and wipe at your nose, letting your eyes adjust to the garden around you, but its only a matter of seconds before both jake and carrington canon ball in at either side of you, more screams erupting as you get soaked through once again.

"you're both INSUFFERABLE" you scream over the music, and you dodge carrington as he goes to fling his arms over your shoulder. he holds his hands to his heart, pretending to be hurt, but before you know it tara has flung herself onto him. you laugh at the two of them, jake dancing around trying to persuade others to get in the pool, and then you let your eyes divert to chris again. he's watching you with a smile, and you suddenly remember the conversation you were having.

you keep your eyes locked on him as you swim up to him, his legs still crossed at the edge of the pool, and you plant your arms on the ground to keep yourself afloat.

"what where you saying, before we got interrupted?" you ask, reaching out for your beer not to far away. chris watches you, his eyes scanning over your face, down towards your boobs pressed against the edge of the pool and you notice his adams apple bop up and down as he takes a deep swollow.

"nothing. its okay" he says, and you raise your eyebrow at him.

"tell me" you whine, and he looks towards the pool. your eyes follow him as you see tara on carringtons back, bopping up and down the pool, and you look back to him.

"i just - i - is anything going on, between you and carrington?" he stutters, and it takes everything in you to not smile. one, at the ridiculousness of his questions, because no, there was absolutely nothing going on between you and carrington, but two, the fact he cared. he cared enough to ask. you look at him, and suddenly you feel even more attracted to him. maybe it was the beer, maybe it was the adrenaline pumping through you, but you pick up your hands and grab his.

"come in here" you say, and he widens his eyes.

"not a chance" he laughs.

"what you are scared of?"

"nothing"

"then get in" you say, and you let go of his hand, lay back, and push yourself off the wall of the pool and float backwards a little bit. when you look back up, he's staring at you intensely, but he still hasn't moved, so you shrug your shoulders and look towards carrington.

but that small little action makes something click inside of chris, and he's on his feet in an instant. you snap your head towards him, and you watch as he kicks off his shoes, socks following closely behind and a smile erupts over you face as you watch him. you hear nick and matt ask him what he's doing, but he ignores them as his t-shirt comes off next, and he gives you one last look before he dives in. theres a chorus of cheers around you as people notice another body in the pool, and a clap from carrington and jake as chris head reemerges from under the water. you laugh as you look at them, but when you look back to chris his eyes have never once left yours. his hair is wet through, in front of his eyes and already curling up, as he walks towards you. your heart is racing, theres something about this that feels different now. and when he finally reaches you he stops, pushing hair out of his eyes and rubbing at the water in his eyes.

when he's finished, you smile.

"is anything going on between me and carrington?" you repeat his words, and he looks at you intensely. and then you finally move. your hands around his neck immediately, your chest connecting with his as you move closer. this felt exciting, fireworks in your stomach. every single time you'd met up until now had been platonic. friends, who each time got more and more comfortable with each other. but the flirtatious texts had got more and more, the subtle comments on each other instagram posts had got more and more, and the alcohol surging through both of your bodies was giving a lot to answer for.

chris stares at you for a second, before a smile grows on his lips and he wraps his arms around your waist pulling you in closer than you already where, and his eyes dropped down to look at your lips.

"thats what i asked" he says, but his voice had gone deeper.

he looks into your eyes and you smirk, a gravity pulling you together as you slowly move your head closer towards him, hands coming up into his hair before he finally closes that gap, his lips crashing against yours. it feels electric. you hate to be cliche but it feels like this has been brewing for so long and its finally happened. you can taste the hot dog he just had on his lips, but you don't care, because you probably taste like beer, and you can feel as his chest rises against yours, his hands slowly but surely sliding down until they cup the underneath of your butt, and you use it as a sign to bring your legs and wrap them around his waist. he smiles into the kiss, and you use it as your queue to let out a chuckle and pull away. you can feel his thumbs under the water caress you, and his eyes looked dazed.

"does that answer your question?" you ask, and he chuckles again, leaning in to pop a quick peck on your lip.

"yeah, it does." he says.

your eyes scan the people around you, and you notice that not a soul has looked in your direction. its like the two of you are wrapped in your own little bubble. when you look back towards him, his eyes are only on you.

"i want to take you home, right now" he whispers.

"do it then" you say back, feeling a little giddy, but he smiles at you and his next words make your heart swell.

"im going to be a gentleman, because i genuinely like you. are you free one day this week, for dinner?"

you smile, your heart beating. you're sure he can feel it against his chest.

"are you asking me on a date, christopher sturniolo?"

he smiles. "i am."

"then yes," you lean in and kiss him once more. "im free everyday this week."

"tomorrow?" he asks. you laugh, throwing your head back.

"tomorrow is good”

"great" he says, and then he spins you around in a circle, holding onto your tightly as you grip onto him even tighter, a laughter escaping the both of you as the world spins by.

all you know on that moment, is that there was something special brewing between you and the blue eyed boy.

didn’t intend for this to have more than one part but i kinda feel this going into a little few part series?? lemme know!

[ivyasproperty]

Light In The Dark.

wanda.m x fem!avenger!reader

summary — you've always had problems with your eyes, so why is it there's something, specifically someone standing so brightly in front of you?

warning(s) : idfk im too tired to check

word count : 2.1k

A/N : took a 2 month break bc i was lazy oops </3, i also didnt know wtf to call the aura so i called it spiritual powers teehee

You were born with a mysterious disease that not even the worlds best doctors could diagnose, you knew this since you were a a toddler, and yet, you couldn't help but get frustrated every time it passed your mind.

Your disease was special, it messed with your eye sight. Yes, you could see, but in your eyes, everything was in a darker hue. What was supposed to be the crystal blue sky on a sunny day, looked like a rainstorm during night.

So of course it made sense you were frustrated, your disease has affected your life is so many ways. You've lost jobs at café's or restaurants for not being able to see the menu, the pages being too dark to see the words written across it, you've lost jobs at business companies, bosses complaining your progress was too slow. Sure the glowing white light from the computer helped, but only slightly.

And so of course you were surprised when Nick Fury, founder of SHIELD, presented an opportunity for you to join the Avengers. You were hesitant at first, not understanding why they'd invite a person like you. But you were then informed that your powers, that being your hindered eye sight, could detect spiritual power. You were confused... spiritual power? How the hell were you supposed to detect that?

As if reading your mind, the one-eyed man told you that a person who possessed spiritual power would emit an aura that only you would be able to see. The more spiritual power that person had, the brighter the aura would be. He explained you would be a useful asset to recruiting more people, be it for the Avengers, or SHIELD.

You didn't like the feeling of being a tool to recruit more people, so you were about to decline, but then brought up the monthly paycheck you'd make if you were to accept. Well..... how could someone refuse THAT amount of money am I right? ( i imagine it to be maybe 10k-15k usd per month ^^ )

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Your first day on the job wasn't bad per say, but it was definitely hectic. The Avengers compound was so far away from where you lived, you had to wake up 2 hours earlier than you usually do to arrived at a reasonable time. It wasn't just that, the compound was so big, you had troubles navigating through the damn building, and with your shitty eye sight, you ran into multiple walls, causing you to rest for awhile and wasting even more time. Curse Stark and his big ass building.

After FINALLY arriving at the lounge room of the compound, you were surprised to see all members of the Avengers lined up in a line facing towards the entrance, as if waiting for you to arrive. Standing in front of them was a familiar figure, one you've come to recognise as Nick Fury.

As if sensing your presence, he turned around and gave what you think was a grin, you couldn't tell, all you could see was pitch black because of your disease.

Introducing yourself was another issue, even with the shiny blonde hair that Steve Rogers and Thor Odinsson had, it was hard to distinguish their faces. You had to squint your eyes to see if a person was standing in front of you or not.

After introducing yourself to Natasha Romanoff, the black widow, it was on to the next and final person, one you've heard on the news multiple times. Wanda Maximoff, also known as the Scarlett Witch. She was just a few years older than you, so you were expecting a shy girl, what you weren't expecting was a bright red light shining around her figure. You covered your eyes, wanting and needing to block out the light to not damage your already damaged eyes.

After getting used to the shine, you let your hands fall to your sides, her features were something you've never seen before, which was ironic since you could barely make out people's faces. She had emerald green eyes, scarlet hair and light freckles adorned her cheeks. She was ethereal, you thought.

You were about to let go of her hand after shaking it when it hit you. Did you just explain her features in detail? But how? You could barely see anything. You looked back up at her face, and your eyes widened at how normal she looked. Nothing about her was a dark color, it was basically your first time seeing colors so bright.

You didn't notice the poor woman getting nervous under your gaze, 'is there something on my face?' she thought to herself. But before she could ask the question that she recited in her mind, she saw Fury tapping your shoulder, affectively breaking you out of your stupor.

"Sorry.." you murmured, "I've just never seen a face with such bright colors before. You know, with my disease and all...." You hated how shy you sounded, it was as if you were a petite girl getting caught for sticking her hand in the cookie jar.

"It's fine!" she enthusiastically said, she felt at ease after finding out the reason for your blatant staring. "Your names Y/N right? I hope we can be good friends." You hoped so too.

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You were settling in nicely. After being here for around 5 months, you've realised a lot more things about yourself. Who would've thought you'd be so good at sparring? Well at least yo were when against Steve, you'd never be able to beat Natasha. And who would've thought you were able to work out complicated biotech with Stark? Certainly not you. Who would've thought your heart would start pounding whenever Wanda Maximoff was around? Who would've tho- wait what? Your heart pounds whenever Wanda is around? You stopped in your tracks after the thought came into mind.

'I like Wanda?' you thought to yourself, 'That can't be, sure I'm always flustered around her and always crave to be around her, but that doesn't mean I have a crush on her! Right?' you asked yourself. 'Right?'

"Right about what, malysh?", you'd recognise that nickname from miles away. "It's nothing wands, somethings on my mind is all." "Penny for your thoughts then?", you couldn't help but giggle at her words, yo don't know why. "It'd be my pleasure."

"Is it about your powers? Oh! Maybe about how you'd finally beat Natasha at sparring?", her words were filled with excitement as she asked you questions.

"Ouch, Wands. To be clear I've beaten Natasha before..... at everything except what she's good at. And no it's nothing you've listed." you replied.

"Whatever you say malysh, so what's on your mind? Let me guess! Let me guess! Uhm...."

You giggled at her excited tone, your lips instantly pulling up into a smile whenever she showed you this side of her. Wanda was still fairly new to the Avengers, sure she was friends with all the members but she was closest to you. You felt fluttering in your stomach at the thought.

But, what if she eventually finds out about the pathetic crush you have on her? You've noticed the way she looks at vision, you don't know what he has that you don't, because you can't even tell what he looks like. Is he good looking? Handsome? Cute? But you did hear Clint muttering something about him having red skin.....

Back on the matter, you were worried, worried about how she'd react, would she like you back? Or would a disgusted look be plastered onto her goddess like features?

Even in stressful situations like this, you couldn't help but find Wanda beautiful. Her face got brighter day by day, the aura surrounding her getting brighter and brighter, showing that she was getting stronger too. You admired her for that.

You looked back in front of you, trying to avoid Wanda's piercing gaze as she tries to guess what's on your mind. What you didn't know was that Wanda had read your mind. She felt guilty, she promised you she'd never do anything like that to you. It was an invasion of privacy. But your thoughts were so loud! They were practically spewing out of your mind!

She couldn't help the blush that rose upon her cheeks at finding out about your crush on her. She herself was also finding it hard to come to light about her feeling towards you. Yes, she felt an undeniable pull between her and vision but her heart pounded in a different way when she was in your presence. She felt the stress ebb away from her body when she was able to rant to you about your problems.

It wasn't until you finally reached your destination, that being your room, that you stopped Wanda's rambling. "It's nothing to worry about Wands, just figuring things out is all."

And just as you were about to close your room door after entering, Wanda hurriedly jammed her foot between the door and your doorframe, wincing at the pain that she had willingly put herself through. To say you were shocked at her action was an understatement. "Are you alright?!" you half shouted, "You could hurt yourself doing that!" "I'm fine malysh. I just.... I just need a moment with you." she panted between breaths.

'A moment? With me? Did something happen? What's going on?' . you pondered as you entered your room, Wanda following behind you. "What's wrong Wands? Your face is really red. Like, REALLY red. And you can tell it's bad when even I can see a color as bright as that.", your worried tone warmed Wanda's heart. 'All I want to do right now is kiss that worried face of yours away.' she thought to herself. Well atleast she thinks she did.

"Y-you wanna what to my face away?", you asked, bewildered at the fact she just said that aloud. "Hm?", Wanda was still oblivious, it took a few seconds for her to realise what had just happened, and of course, her face turned as red as a tomato, at this point it was hard to differentiate the color of her face and her hair, they were almost the same.

"I-I'm so sorry, malysh! It just slipped out! I didn't mean it— well I DID, but I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable!-", you could feel your heart pumping wildly against your chest, what does she mean she means what she said? Does she want to kiss you? No that couldn't be it, but then what could she mean? I mean if she did, you wouldn't be complaining.

"Malysh? Are you listening? You know what i'll get straight to the reason why I wanted to talk, I like you, okay? Y/N? Y/N listen to me!" You were still in your own world, asking yourself question when Wanda suddenly started shaking your shoulders and was repeating the same sentence over and over again.

"Wait, hold on a second Wands. You like me? You?" you asked incredulously, as if she hadn't said it a dozen times already.

"Yes, stupid! I like you! Are you gonna say anything? Y/N? God....", she felt frustrated, and rightfully so. Your mind was still trying to process what she said, and after doing so your face turned to what you think is a bright red.

"Oh! That's.... that's cool! Yeah! I... I just......", you were a stuttering mess under Wanda's watchful gaze, and you felt panic rise within you when you noticed an upset look spread across her face. Wanda had took your stuttering as you being uncomfortable, and tried to talk her way out of the topic at hand when you suddenly cut her off before she could even say anything.

"I like you too! Okay! I just, I have a hard time expressing it.... 'M just shocked is all....", the words finally left your mouth in a hurried sentence.

"Why would you ever be shocked, malysh?", Wanda was confused, did you not notice her liking towards you?

"It's just, you're like a goddess Wands. You're beautiful, cheerful and powerful. I don't understand why you'd be with someone like me, someone who can't even see things properly."

"Well you can see me perfectly fine, no?"

"That's different, Wands."

"How so, Y/N/N? I don't care if you have problems seeing, malysh. Hell, I wouldn't even care if you were blind! I like you because you're you. And I like you, okay?"

You were processing her words, still trying to tell if she was saying it for fun or not, but when you realised she wasn't, you wrapped your arms around her frame.

"Woah! Calm down there, malysh. Still need to breathe." she chuckled. But you couldn't care less. She finally liked you back. You finally got your girl. You finally got the light in the dark.

A/N : if im being honest, i fucking hate this. i thought that maybe if i went with the flow it'd come out okay but at this point its just nonsense, but anywayyy!!! hope you enjoyed this one! feel free to leave requests!!!!

[agirlwithglam]

how to stop being so obsessed with them.

heyyy bestieees! heres a few tips to stop you from being so obsessed with them cus honeyyy its just not worth it. it doesn't just have to be romantically btw!

"she's literally perfect.. like how??" <- affirmations!

༄ ✬ move on! ༄ ✬

numero uno. move on. okay hear me out! there are 8 billion people in the world. (8 billion freeky deeking people). do yk how much that it? a lot of 0s. and i know for a fact that SO MANY of them would be thrilled to know you, to spend time with you, to love and respect you! if that 1 person out of 8 billion people doesn't seem to recognise your worth, so what?!

"oh but they're perfect and i just love them so much!" ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.... sorry, what do you love again? the fact that they don't care enough to return a text, treat you right, make you feel loved?

"i just want them to love me back and treat me the way they treat others because they are so funny and always seem to make me and other people laugh!" oh ma lawd. ur not serious r u? you are?! okokok i won't make fun of you. i can relate to how that feels. but sweetheart, 8 billion. trust me, you'll find a lot more people who are twice as funnier and caring who will love you to the moon and back and make you feel like the most specialist person ever and massage ur crusty musty toes. jk about the last one- unless u want that?

༄ ✬ not everyone will know your worth. ༄ ✬

so asking questions like "but why can't they realise how great i am? or how funny i am? or how loving i am? i would do anything for them, why can't they realise that and treat me the same way back?" im sorry honey but the world doesn't work that way. if someone doesn't feel or treat you as if you're the most glamorous girl in the world, then you need to stop giving them sm energy and importance.

heres an analogy that i got from simonesquared on youtube: in gilmore girls, Rory has this super rich boyfriend Logan right? (who has the most cutest smile ever i might add) and he buys Rory a birkin bag. now to Rory, she doesn't realise the value of a bag like that! to her, its just another bag. she's grateful of course, but she doesn't fully realise the immense value this type of bag has.

༄ ✬ have a life outside of them.༄ ✬

lemme repeat that. have. a. fleeping. life. outside. of. them. they should NOT be the center of your life or the cause of all your actions NUH UH ABSOLUTELY NOT! its okay to do SOME things with the thought of them, but that part is separate from the rest of your life. your life is your life, not theirs!!

this can mean going to the gym, working out, finding new hobbies, educating yourself, self care, etc etc! but don't go about your life, thinking about them. you go about your life thinking about YOU.

༄ ✬ stop chasing them. ༄ ✬

"gee, thanks vanilla. thats so helpful! how did i not think about that earlier?" im assuming thats sarcasm, but whateverr. okay so if they know that you're chasing them, that you're obsessed with them, yk what they'll think? they'll think that 'oh! this person is chasing me, so she really wants me. so she'll stick around. i dont really need to try too hard to keep her cus i know she'll stay. i'll explore my options in the meantime :)'

GIRL do not so available like this! BE BUSY (which relates to the point before). once you glow up, work on your life, not taking it so seriously, and just being happy and enjoying this beautiful gift of life, they will start to think: 'oh! this person (you) is actually quite fabulous. i better try to make her feel happy/ be friends with her before i miss this awesome opportunity!'

cus girl, cmon, you've got things to do, places to be, and people to talk to. i've got goals and dreams and my bucket list. you don't have the time to sit here and be crazy obsessed. so like, if they just leave, um okay and? "yes, and?" what about it? am i meant to be bothered? likerrr okay, byee? i mean, i've got a lot of things to do so i could try to fit in a "help i need you" session between my pilates class and my cooking class? jk <3

༄ ✬ give yourself the damn love. ༄ ✬

why are you obsessed with them? why are you head over heels for somebody who literally couldn't care less? its because they have something that you feel like you're lacking.

is it the fact that they always seem so happy and laughing-y with people around them? that they get super high marks on their test? they are attractive? they have a high status? money? what is it?? often, we can actually give these things to ourselves. some, easier than others. but not impossible. if you really wanted to, you would get up, dust yourself up, and give yourself the love you crave. What you want in others, give to yourself first.

More resources:

How to stop comparing yourself & feel fulfilled without needing external validation.

Thewizardliz: becoming selfish was the best thing i did

Lumma Aziz’s videos

[seuonji]

彡 my heart is beating for two. — yoon jeonghan

part 1 ๑ part 2 ๑ part 3

notes ๑ daycare worker yn! x secretary jeonghan — you’re a worker at the daycare and of course, your main priority is the safety of the kids. how’d you deal with an unfamiliar face trying to pick up one of the kids one day?

genre ๑ fluff, new interest.

warnings ๑ none

word count ๑ 1k

from aya: please reblog if you enjoyed! feedback is always appreciated<3

it was a hectic but fun shift at your daycare job. the kids love you and you equally got along with them. your coworkers reasoned that it was because of your youthfulness that made working with them a breeze and you couldn’t disagree.

there was just 5 kids left and it was nearing the hour that would mean you’re working overtime but you didn’t mind.

the kids played with the toys around the room but you had just tidied up the place so they made sure to not make too much of a mess.

just as you were about to settle down on the floor, the doorbell rang signalling a parent was there. you instantly got up and chuckled at the way you didn’t even get to touch the floor.

you took a look to the glass entrance door to see who was there and usually you’d be able to recognise the parent/guardian but you have never seen this person ever. you looked over the kids in the room and back to the door. “i’ll be back okay, stay here,” you instructed to the kids who gave a sweet nod.

at the entrance stood a tall, lanky man. you couldn’t tell what his age could be but if you had to guess, he was probably your age or a bit older. he had hair that framed his face well and he was definitely someone that could brag about his looks. his appearance made your heart flutter.

often when you couldn’t recognise someone, you’d fear that this was a complete stranger, could be be those kidnappers but you didn’t get those vibes from him. or was it the pretty privilege?

you pressed the button which unlocked the door and he stepped in, “hi, i’m here for choi yuna,” he kindly spoke and shot a smile that could kill.

despite the looks that could sway you, you were hesitant. yuna was choi seungcheol’s daughter. you knew seungcheol was a busy man. he ran a big company but he never failed to pick up his daughter. plus he dropped her off in the morning and didn’t mention someone else would be picking her up which made this suspicious.

“im sorry, i need to know if you’re allowed to pick her up, how do you know her?”

“sorry! forgot to introduce myself, i’m yoon jeonghan, seungcheol’s secretary, he would've came but his meeting ran long so he sent me to pick yuna up.”

you were still unsure, you weren’t gonna take any chances for a case to happen, “can i make a call to seungcheol first?”

jeonghan let out a husky laugh, “you’re careful huh? what if i just showed you a picture of me and him together?"

“that won’t be enough.”

“alright but if you’re gonna call him, he’s could still be in his meeting i think your call will just be transferred.”

you already had your eyes on your phone but gave him a look as he said that. you still made the call and it instantly connected. “yn? is everything okay?“ the man on the other line opened with concern in his voice.

“hi mr.choi! yea, i just wanted to confirm that you sent someone else to pick up yuna?”

“ah- yes, im so sorry i just got out my meeting if i was the one to come yuna would still be there so i sent jeonghan. don’t worry, he’s a trusted friend! sorry for not letting you know.”

“no worries, just wanted to make sure,” you quietly sighed with relief. you said goodbye and ended the call. you stared at your screen and there was a loud silence for like 2 seconds until you closed your phone and lowered your head to the secretary, “sorry for making a hassle.”

he gave a sympathetic smile and waved his hands, pushing you back up, “no, don’t be! you’re just doing your job, it’s good your keeping these children as safe as you can. i’m glad you’re being this careful, if anything, if you weren’t so cautious i probably would’ve told seungcheol to find a new daycare.”

he was surprisingly nice.

“thanks,” you couldn’t hold back your grin. “um, i’m going to go get yuna.”

he nodded and you walked to the fence which led to the section of the room to the kids were in. jeonghan peered over and his eyebrows instantly rose. he didn’t know there were still children there. he got shocked that the kids weren’t checking if their parents were there. they were just sitting in a circle, playing and sharing the toys. usually they would be hoping the parents are here right? why weren’t they checking?

but jeonghan saw the way their face lit as you walked towards them. perhaps the environment was that good he thought to himself.

you held yuna’s hand and walked to the exit.

“i don’t want to go yet yn!” yuna clamoured. you softly laughed, “you’ll come back tomorrow.”

jeonghan silently watched you in confusion. were you an angel or something? kids love it when their parents are here, if anything, they cry at the absence of their parents right? yet someone like yuna who’s close their parents is clinging onto you.

“yuna!” jeonghan called out.

“uncle?” yuna beamed and ran to the older man, her height allowing her to only hug his legs.

jeonghan bent down and patted her head, “dad can’t make it so i’m here but we’ll see him in a bit okay?”

yuna nodded signing she understood. “did you bring your bicycle?” she asked with wonder in her eyes.

“bicycle?” jeonghan furrowed his eyebrows.

“the one you always come to my house with!” yuna hinted.

the man was left puzzled but also mildly embarrassed at the possibility that you’s think he uses a bicycle to get to places, “yuna, what bicycle?”

“the loud bicycle!”

“a motorcycle?” you chipped in.

“ahh—,” he did have a motorcycle. he was stunned and wondered what you thought of him— but actually, why does he care what you think.

jeonghan recollected himself, “your dad wouldn’t let me but hey, the car waiting for us outside has a tv!”

yuna was notably convinced the car was better especially with the way she hopped and cheered. you giggled at the way he changed her opinion so easily.

jeonghan stood up and held yuna’s belongings, “guess we’re good to go, say thank you to yn yuna.”yuna jumped to give you a hug and jeonghan waved a goodbye. soon, the two walked out.

you closed the door and deeply exhaled. you placed your hand over your chest yet your heartbeat couldn’t slow down. there was something about that man.

jeonghan looked back at the daycare’s door. he thought of the way his heart beated twice more than usual since he walked through that door.

was it you or the 5 sugars he put in his coffee that afternoon?

he shook his head and laughed after recalling the measures you went through to make sure he wasn’t a kidnapper or something.

“do you like yn yuna?” jeonghan turned to her. “why?” yuna dragged her words at the end. jeonghan inhaled stiffly forgetting about how yuna was in her ‘why’ phase. “just asking, so do you enjoy yn’s company?”

“of course! they're really nice! they always play with me and one time they bought me stickers!" jeoghan knew which stickers yuna was talking about. it was pasted somewhere in seungcheol's office and jeonghan made fun of him for it. his heart warmed at the way you seemed to be a genuinely good person. he’s known you for a few seconds but though your actions first impression, he could tell you were someone worth meeting and he liked people like that.

he really couldn't tell why but for some reason, he wanted to be the one to pick up yuna tomorrow.

luckily for him, he’s the secretary and he can manipulate his boss’s’ schedule however he’d like to.

[saintjosie]

Hey, sorry for setting a bit of a depressing tone with this ask but im a struggling baby trans girl

Do you have any advice for coping with the thoughts of "i will never manage to mold my body into a woman's body"?

Right now i am unable to start transitioning due to multiple reasons - both social (especially family) and hrt accessibility related - and my biggest issue with my body is that it's just.. annoyingly masculine. Ever since i was 14 my legs had more and longer hair than my 30-something old cousin's husband. Ever since i was 12 i started feeling too ashamed of my body to wear short pants and it was only this year that i started feeling a bit more ok about it (I will not disclose my age publicly, but i am in university).

And it's like. It's so exhausting to look in the mirror and not only not recognise the face as my own, but often actively hate it. To look at my body and to barely tolerate it anymore

There are some things that i've tried. I've trimmed my leg hair (to a fourth of its original size), and the instant my parents noticed they mocked me. I'm trying to let my hair grow but not only am i getting bombarded with questions of "when are you gonna get a haircut/let me give you a haircut" from all members of my family, it's also in that incredibly awkwards state which i know i will have to push through, but it still makes it even harder for me to look into the mirror

Once again, sorry for the tone of this ask, but do you have any words of hope or advice?

im sorry youre going through all of that. its incredibly difficult and i feel for you. i think that one thing that i frequently see from people in the earliest stages in transition is the struggle of feeling like they will never see themselves in the mirror. and i get it. i was 29 by the time i started hormones and a big part of why i was scared to do it was because i also thought that i was never going to look the way i wanted to. and whether or not we like it, there is safety in being able to say, oh if i dont look the way i want to, then its better for me not to try at all. its a horrible feeling but its one that you've lived with for years and there is safety in the familiarity.

but that's the thing - no one ever looks 100% the way they want to. i dont know a single person who hasnt had the struggle of looking in the mirror and wishing they could change something. and yes, we as trans people face that much more than most other people but it is a human experience to want to change and better ourselves.

after four years of being on hormones, i still look in the mirror and see things i want to change but also that feeling is much much less now. and its not just the hormones either. i like the way i dress because i wear what i want to. i like my hair because i decided i wanted to grow it out and change the color. i stopped molding my appearance to fit other people's expectations. and in doing so, i found that liking something about myself mattered far more than if other peopled like it. so shave your legs! grow out your hair! when people ask you questions, dont answer or tell them to fuck off! you dont need to make excuses for yourself because you dont need an excuse to be who you want to be.

im gonna be completely honest with you - it will not be easy. and youre not going to wake up tomorrow and suddenly find that your entire perspective has changed. in fact it is very likely, and very human, to continue to question the decisions you make. but always remember, you know who you are. and if you dont know, then only you are capable of finding out. and so i say with all the love in the world, i hope you find yourself and learn to love yourself in the process <3

[kerryshifts]

Hi! I saw your post replying to a guy, and I really liked it. I don’t have the same problems as the person who commented, but you gave me an affirmation I needed (thank you!), and I also really appreciated the honest way you answered—truly loved it. When people say that shifting is an internal process of self-discovery, I’d like to understand more clearly what that truly means. I consider myself self-sufficient enough to create change, but I often hear that some individuals experience a sort of “click” that suddenly makes everything make sense. Could this be a kind of stagnation that prevents me from fully recognizing or accessing my personal power? I don’t know much about the topic, so I’d appreciate any explanation that could help guide me. Also, there was a time when I thought I had entered the void, but after seeing some posts, I’m not so sure anymore, haha. I’d really like to understand this better: how does one truly enter? I feel a bit confused about it and would love to know how you experience it personally. What does it feel like to “enter”? Any insight you can share would be really helpful.

hi!!! i always thought that self-discovery is different from person to person. some people view shifting as just this mundane part of life, and others as spiritual; this is why people can say that shifting is part of your self-discovery.

for example, shifting in other realities who are very different from this one is going to make me know different parts of me. like, how am i going to react in a certain situation? and i am going to meet different kind of people that i never met here. so, of course you are going to change & evolve during your lives. i just think it’s part of human nature. for others, it’s about the process of shifting; i used to do LOT of self-shadow work, trying to understand and resolve the deep parts of me that….kinda ‘blocked’ me in my shifting journey. like, i thought i didn’t deserve it. acknowledging my fears made me heal. so…… this is also self-discovery ? i think ?

the click you talk about: it’s a realisation. because yes, you can say all the times you want that shifting is meant for you, that you are in your dr, and all the affirmations you want. but……..actually believing them? making them yours? letting them sink into your dna in a way that it’s absolutely impossible for people to change your mind no matter the 3d or anti shifters? yeah. the ‘everything makes sense’ comes with this realisation. you don’t doubt shifting anymore, you don’t doubt yourself anymore. like even if you her some insecurities some times, deep in your heart you know that insecurities are just not the real thing.

‘could this be a kind of stagnation that prevents me from fully recognising or accessing my personal power?’ so, nothing and anything can stop you from manifesting& shifting. let’s be clear here. not your doubts, not your fears, not ‘not knowing enough’ and not having any kind of realisations. but i just encourage you to not let your insecurities and doubts ate you up, because it’s just….pointless. why would someone want to have a voice in their head saying negative lies??? even people who don’t know about shifting, shift. when the anti-shifters. even insecure people & the ones who may be thinking ‘what if it’s not real?’

the void: the moment where you return to your natural state of being (consciousness). the body appears to be asleep while the mind remains awake and receptive. sense of nothingness, pure consciousness. you don’t enter it, that’s your real you!!!!! and like, everytime i’m there im just relaxing. not even thinking about it. i just start to daydream or listen to music and then my body falls asleep but not my mind, and then my thoughts keep going on and off (?) and then when i let go of them in the void. that’s it really, i never try to force it because it’s like going to sleep: the more i think about it the less i do it lolllll

[urperfectcinnamonroll07]

Could you do a nam-ra x fem reader basically the reader is a new teacher straight out of college and namra and her get trapped in a room during the apocalypse and they do some freaky and kinky stuff if not its ok or you can change it and ofc namras 18

Apocalypse

requested?: yes pairing(s): choi nam-ra x afab!teacher!reader genre: smut, slight angst warning(s): characters are all aged up to 18 or over, age gap (isnt specified how big, reader is older), sub!nam-ra, dom!reader, mentions of blood and injury, zombies, smut, oral (nam-ra recieving), reader being a gentle dom, reader and nam-ra are both not virgins, but reader has more experience with girls, slight nipple play, squirting, nam-ra being insecure for a few seconds (reader comforts her), nam-ra had never been eaten out, mentions of a slightly toxic past relationship (on nam-ra's behalf), very rushed summary: 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘢𝘮-𝘳𝘢 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰... 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 word count: 2.7k a/n: i dont even know what to say here guys, but oh my god thank you so so so much for all the love white tee has been getting because jesus christ, i honestly didnt expect it to get so much love and im literally freaking out having to get requests done bc im also trying to finish king of sloth in the background of writing, but thank you all so much for all of the love and appreciation i have been getting oh my god!! remember to eat and drink something, love yas, mwah! (p.s this is the first time i have ever written wlw smut, so im so sorry if its bad guys, feel free to give me some feedback!) -Cilla

this wasn’t what you expected when you decided to take the job at hyosan high school, to say the least.

you weren’t a very squeamish person, but zombies walking around everywhere? nuh uh, that was the end of you. but of course, this was just your luck for accepting the first job you could get after you had finished university and got a degree. maybe you should have waited until another job offer had come and see which one was better. but there wasn’t much time to think about it now, what had been done was done and now you were stuck in the middle of a freaking apocalypse.

wasn’t really what you thought you would be doing once you got out of university, you thought being a teaching assistant would be fun, just to train you for the real thing. but now you were stuck in the middle of a classroom, hiding away from the flesh eating zombies when you heard multiple footsteps running past your door.

you peeked out from where you were sat under the teachers desk, and alone behold, a group of teenagers you barely recognised ran past. and a few minutes later, calling out. you weren’t completely stupid, you knew zombies couldn’t talk, much less say another student’s names.

the corridor with your class was fairly empty of the zombies, but you knew it wouldn’t take long for them to get there if they heard, or smelled, fresh meat. you rushed out from underneath the teachers desk and opened the classroom door that wasn’t fully barricaded by chairs and desks.

the girl now, you recognised, choi nam-ra, a class president. you called her over, and she walked into the classroom, helping you barricade the door with chairs and desks as you both heard the zombies start to come down the corridor.

you leant against the tables as you both finished stacking and barricading the door. nam-ra stared at you for a couple of seconds before speaking up.

“have you been in here since the start?” she asked quietly, you glanced up at her and nodded.

“who were you calling out for?” you asked in return.

“me and the group i was with got separated. i was slightly slower than him because i’m injured, and nobody turned around to check i was still with them” your eyes widened and you began to back away when you heard about her injury, when she reassured you. “its not a bite, i promise”

she lifted her skirt up slightly to show you an extremely bloody bandage on her leg, she began to unravel it to show you the fairly deep gash underneath, you winced slightly.

“you didn’t get any of their blood in it?” you asked softly, kneeling down to examine the gash. you were no professional, but you had some medical training and knew what to do in this situation.

“no” she whispered, looking down at you, her face slightly flushed.

you nodded softly and told her to sit on one of the chairs left in the middle of the room, she did as you asked and you rifled through the cupboards to find any kind of med kit that may help, you eventually found one and walked back to nam-ra, pulling up a chair in front of her and telling her to lay her leg on it before pulling another chair up and sitting on it.

you got rubbing alcohol and put it on a clean cloth.

“this may hurt” you tell her, looking into her eyes, she nodded slightly.

you started cleaning around the cut before softly cleaning the cut as well as you could, nam-ra winced and gripped onto your free hand that was sitting on your lap. you glanced up at her face, she had her eyes screwed closed, her hand gripping onto yours tightly.

you finished cleaning the cut and grabbed the needle and thread inside of the med kit before looking at her. her eyes were trained on your hands, before realising you had stopped and she looked at you.

“this may hurt a little more than cleaning” you say, and she nodded again.

you stitched her up, making sure it was neat and tidy before you grabbed some more bandages and bandaged her leg up as though to preform a protective field.

“all done” you smile at her, patting her leg slightly. “you’re going to have to be as careful as you possibly can with that leg now, as careful as you can be in an apocalypse” you say as you put the med kit back where you got it.

“thanks” she says, and you turn to her with a smile as you close the cupboard.

“its no problem at all”

for the next few hours, you sat and talked about school, and how it was going for her and you, you being a new person to the school. since you were decently young, you had a lot of the male student hitting on you, and you both joked about it seeing as nam-ra had the same problem but slightly different as she was slightly younger than them all.

the zombies were still crowded outside your room, so you had no way of getting back out and finding the rest of nam-ra’s group, but she told you that she wasn’t that worried about it as she had at least someone with her.

as it started to get dark, you found two cans of some kind of food before walking back to nam-ra with the two in hand.

“not the best, but its as good as I can do” you smile sympathetically at her.

“its fine, truth be told i haven’t eaten in a couple of days, so i would eat anything” she smiles up at you as you hold a can out to her.

you both ate in silence, the only sound being the zombies outside.

when you had both finished eating, you carefully took the cans and placed them with the other empty ones you had already eaten. making sure the doors were secured and no zombies could get it, you sat with nam-ra again.

“you should sleep” you said softly as you saw her tired expression. “you’re injured after all” she only nodded in response, figuring it was the best you could get, you turned your attention to the door.

not long later, you found yourself watching nam-ra, who was sleeping on your shoulder, her head had fallen there when she started to drift off. you hadn’t realised until now how utterly gorgeous she was. you also didn’t realise you were starting to fall asleep until your head layed on top of nam-ra’s and you both fell into a peaceful sleep.

you awoke what felt like hours later as a zombie had fell onto the door, but the barricade kept the door closed. you felt nam-ra’s head lift from your shoulder, you had supposed she had maybe woken up from the noise, so you looked down at her, not realising how close her face was to yours as she looked up at you.

you felt her breath fan across your face as your faces neared eachother. you just about heard her breath hitch over the drum of your heart getting louder and louder with each passing second.

“can i kiss you?” you whisper, your lips practically touching hers.

there was silence for a beat, then another beat, and another. but she replied. if you weren’t listening so intently then you definitely would have missed it. but somewhere between your mingled breathes and pounding heartbeat, a small “yes” came from nam-ra’s soft plush pink lips.

there was absolutely no time wasted in crashing your lips to hers in a needy kiss. your heart was in your throat as she kissed you back. what was going on? you had been with girls before and not grown too attached, but right now? right now you were acting like a fucking schoolgirl with a petty fucking crush. you felt like kicking your legs and giggling. but you didn’t, you glued your hands to each of her cheeks as she clambered onto your lap, resting her hands on your shoulders as she straddled you.

she moaned into your mouth, which you took the opportunity to slip your tongue into her mouth, earning another small whimper from the girl who was now grinding down onto your lap. you rolled your hips into hers, creating the most delicious friction. you felt heat rush down to your core, your clit starting to pulse with need. you could also feel the growing wet patch in man-ra’s panties as she continued to grind against you.

you pulled away and looked up at her through your lashes.

“have you ever done this before?” you asked softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“yeah…” she answered, but you sensed a but.

“but?” you prompted her.

“but never with a girl” she admitted, you smiled softly at her.

“you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to” you said, stroking her cheek softly with your thumb.

“no… i want to, can we just take it slow for now?” she asked softly, looking down.

you gently hooked your finger under her chin and lifted her face so she was looking at you again. she searched your eyes for a few seconds before you spoke.

“of course we can, you just need to tell me if it gets too much, yeah? safe word is red” you waited for her to nod softly before attaching her lips back to yours in a somewhat softer kiss. it was still hungry and frantic.

you unbuttoned her school shirt and lifted it off of her shoulders, taking in her almost bare form before reaching behind her and unclasping her bra, throwing it god knows where in the room. you instantly attached one of your lips to her right tit, massaging the other with your free hand as you grasped her hip with the other to keep her in place as you sucked and lapped at her hardened nipple.

not long later, you swapped over to the other side and repeated the same process. nipping, sucking and licking at her nipple and massaging her other tit.

you hadn’t realised until nam-ra had tugged your blouse off of your shoulders that she had unbuttoned it while you were so busy engrossed in her tits that you saw nothing. she then reached behind you and unclasped your bra so you were both bare chested. you flipped yourselves around so she was sat propped up against the wall and you were sat in-between her legs, tugging at her panties with your bottom lip drawn between your top teeth. you moaned softly when she was fully exposed you, you tugged her skirt down so she was now fully naked in front of you.

when you stared for a minute too long, man-ra’s face flushed a deep shade of red as she turned over to cover herself. you instantly pinned her down on the floor, pinning her wrists either side of her body as you looked down at her.

“don’t do that baby” you whispered softly.

“do you… not like my body?” she asked hesitantly, your gaze softened entirely as you captured her lips in a soft kiss, savouring her sweet taste.

“baby i love your body” you said once you had pulled away. “you are so fucking gorgeous and never forget that” you added, she nodded.

you kissed her once again, but it was only brief as you began to kiss down her neck, leaving small nips and bites as you travelled down, kissing in-between her breasts and then down to her stomach. when you got in-between her legs, you spread them softly with your hands and licked your lips slightly before diving in.

but before your mouth could come into contact with her sweet-looking pussy, she pushed your head back. you looked up at her and gave her a questioning look.

“i’ve never… no one’s ever…” she cut herself off, but you knew exactly what she meant, you gave her a soft smile.

“no one’s ever eaten you out before, baby?” you ask, your voice velvety soft.

“no” she swallows softly, “my last boyfriend only used me, he never made me come” the words spilled off of her tongue faster than she could control them.

“never?” you asked, bewildered on how someone could never give nam-ra her own pleasure and only focused on herself. she only shook her head. “well, we don’t have to if you don’t want to” you reassure her.

“no, i’m sure, i want to… i just wanted you to know” she said, her eyes wide.

you nod softly before putting your head back in-between her legs. and this time, when you placed a soft kiss to her pulsing clit, she shuddered. you smirked softly before licking a long stripe up her slit and sucking harshly on her clit.

“taste to good” you mumble against her sopping cunt.

your words must have given her some pleasure and confidence as her hands suddenly travelled down to your hair and tugged softly. you didn’t stop your brutal attack on her clit as you kept sucking and giving it small kisses and licks. your movements were eliciting soft moans and whimpers.

you sensed nam-ra must have been getting close because she started to buck her hips away from your mouth and close her legs, but your arms around her thighs prevented her from moving so far as you pulled her back to your mouth, giving her clit harsher sucks.

you continued your actions for a few more seconds until nam-ra’s body tensed. her back arched and threw her head back, her eyes rolled to the back of her head. you looked up at her through your lashes, watching her face intently as a cry fell from her lips. liquid came from her pussy as you tried to lap up all of her juices.

you sat up and wiped her juices from your chin, looking down at her with a soft smirk on your lips.

“how do you feel?” you asked, looking down at her drunken expression.

“good. so good. what happened?” looked up at you.

“you squirted baby” you stated, your smirk turning into a smile.

“is that a good thing?”

“it just means you’re enjoying yourself” you explained, “do you want to continue, or do you want to stop?”

“what’s the next thing?” she sits up.

“scissoring. its where you rub your clits together to make friction. we don’t have to if you don’t want to”

she nodded eagerly, you smiled and brought her chin to yours as she unzipped your pencil skirt. you tugged it down your legs, your panties following not far behind, never breaking the kiss.

you easily positioned yourselves so that your clits were touching. you started rubbing yourself against her clit, she bucked her hips at the overstimulation. you held her in place as you continued to rub your clit against hers.

you were both moaning out, the zombies outside banging against the doors at the sound, but you both paid no mind and continued your actions, your bodies slick with sweat as you grinded your hips down onto hers. nam-ra helped by bucking her hips upwards to meet yours.

not long later, you began to feel the knot tighten in your stomach, signifying that you were close to the edge. by the frantic look in nam-ra’s eyes, she was beginning to reach the edge aswell.

“come with me baby, come with me” you say as your orgasm got close.

you moaned out, keeping your eyes open to see nam-ra’s face as she came, you came almost straight after, continuing to rub your clits together to ride yourselves out of your highs.

after you had both come down from your highs, nam-ra was straight on your lap, hugging you close. her eyes were barely open as she did so.

“you tired, baby?” you whisper to her, rocking her backwards and forwards before moving yourself so you were sat against the wall. by the time you looked down again, nam-ra was fast asleep on your shoulder.

[charmac]

than copy-paste my ask w/out the stuff about his acting bc the rest of the stuff i said is still completly valid. i don't get why stans refuse to even admit that their fav is some times a bad person and call them out on their bullshit. you can still like him without ignoring or excusing his shitty behavoir

"not trying to start anything i really want to hear your and other ppls opinions. after seeing that redit video today abt the onset fight combined with other stuff glenn has said and done like the antivax stuff. im starting to really dislike glenn. he acts like a self obsessed tool all the time but so many stans baby him so much that they refuse to see or say anything about it [deleted] but maybe you or others have reasons to stan him pls share bc im clearly missing somthing. i dont want to not like him but hes making it very hard"

(the Reddit video being Rob talking about how Glenn freaked out during the filming of The Gang Saves the Day because he didn't feel comfortable getting "shot" in the scene with Dee killing all of them and threw a tantrum on set)

First of all, I don't think anyone refuses to admit Glenn is anything but perfect, and I also don't think anyone excuses his "shitty behaviour," but while you only may have just become aware of this moment, it was first brought to light in 2017, right before Glenn left the show "for good" and has kinda been hashed to death. If you're genuinely asking 'why is no one talking about Glenn's temper tantrums from 8+ years ago,' idk how to answer that question other than: why would we be? It's just not relevant

We know, from set stories and Glenn himself, that Glenn has gone through many ups and downs on the set of Sunny. He's spoken quite a bit about how his attitude has ruined the vibe and created a lot of tension in the writers room and on set before, and it's something he needed Rob to bring to his attention in Season 11 because he couldn't recognise it harmed other people (and that's what led him to realise he needed to walk away). I think it's not, like, a hidden or dismissed aspect of his personality that he's a diva, even today after righting his attitude and returning, he still tends to "method act" to a degree when he's playing Dennis and comes off a certain way

So yes, he's been "exposed" as a brat on set and a little entitled in general, and he's got some questionable views on health, for sure and I think that can make you dislike him and if that's so...that's fine. I don't think anyone in this fandom cares if you do or don't, honestly, but that works both ways.

People who post about Glenn in fond ways aren't going to disclose that they know he's entitled and centrist every time they post anything about him, but whenever something does happen/come out, people do criticise it in the moment. The Podcast brought a lot to light and it seemed like weekly we were scrutinizing something RCG said but, like, there's genuinely nothing Glenn has done in the past year that the fandom has chosen to ignore for the sake of excusing his shitty behaviour...? Are we supposed to rehash dead and buried RCG drama just because it was reposted to a different platform?

I get if you're just learning about him as a person now it can be weird to see most people who are actively talking about him seem to just be stanning him blindly, but that's really not true. The TASP days are just behind us, and Glenn's PR is very strong with his gay whiskey tour front and center (and you're asking me lol).

As to providing you with reasons for stanning him... just search "Glenn Howerton Interview" on Youtube.. or watch this one .. and if you don't get it, you probably just don't like him and that's fine, lol he'll probably get you eventually if you're around long enough

[backinotomehell]

f*ck it, I cast fireball

Synopsis: Dungeons and Dragons spells but they’re actually the readers curse (5e cause that’s what I’m most familiar with)

Pairings: cursed!reader x William/Harrison/Liam (seperate)

Warnings: non main character death, descriptions of death, just a bit grim tbh with descriptions, somehow still a bit fluffy

reader is gonna be known as birdie/robin, im typing this so late at night so it may be a lil incoherent (or the best I’ve ever written and will never top this)

The Queen had assigned you on your first mission with Crown. According to Victor this mission had been hand picked to truly showcase your abilities and upon entering the scene you knew this was a case the other members of crown would struggle on without you

William

Curse of Snow White - Speak with animals

Pro: the new cursed member was able to speak with animals

Con: the knowledge of the animal depended on how smart they were

Entering the eerily quiet room with Will following behind you, a small pile of bodies lay out in front of the both of you and burnt as much as possible to hide any incriminating evidence and while one of the two could handle the smell, you, the newest member could not.

“Oh my days, alright we need to investigate this… as best as possible,” it was hard for Will to watch the little robin. Despite living with a curse for years, this is the first time they face difficult roads ahead. He watches you from a safe distance, he was here to play Fairytale Keeper today under strict instruction. Although they struggle now, this job allows him the view of watching the little birds wings spread from their cage.

“ohmygodohmygodohmygod” followed by deep breaths of slight panic from said robin filled into Wills ears. A finger had come off one of the victims upon their investigation.

It may take a while for those wings to spread but the wait will be worth it.

He casually takes the finger out of the robins hands, carefully placing it back with the body, “Hmm seems like this may be a challenge to investigate the bodies, what does our robin suggest we do?”

He must admit it was quite cute to watch you think of the next steps, your brows furrowed and eyes concentrated on the ground, as if you were listening to something.

“The cockroaches!” Wills eyebrows shoot up in amusement. When Victor told him about your cursed ability it appeared it had left his mind that it meant you could speak to all animals.

“Hello! I’m so sorry to be a bother, I do have some bread here though if you someone could answer some questions for me,” it was like luring moths to a flame, when there’s 1 cockroach there no doubt there will be 100 more. Luckily you had enough bread for the job. “Alright everyone will get some food don’t worry but I need silence and one answer at a time,”

The sight for William was certainly new and entertaining as he watched such a bright and beautiful person be surrounded by what most call a disgusting pest.

“Yes I know they went very bright but I need a description of who or some clue of who started the brightness,” cockroaches weren’t the sharpest but they were definitely food driven which sent their little braincells into a high time.

“Purple stick? A white square with a pee coloured butterfly? That helps us so much you lot thank you!” And you chuck the bread over before rushing over to William who was waiting by the door, his eyes watching you in pure amusement, “Okay so our leads are a man with a purple cane and holding an envelope with a golden butterfly,”

To find any evidence like that has to be on a fresh dead body, but to have connections that can recognise such evidence? Will knew from here how beautifully you will bloom.

“Congratulations Miss Robin, welcome to Crown,”

“Thank you!” Excitement turns into disgusts as they snap around “I got you bread find your own mates!!”

Harrison

Curse of Frollo - Mental Prison

Pro: victim starts to believe they are surrounded by fire or another hazard while also taking internal damage to the body

Con: the screaming

First mission together and things were starting to go down hill. It was going great at first but as the investigation led you to an underground gambling ring things started to get a little bit trickier. Particularly with Harry’s opponent sitting across from him on the poker table. Usually this would be an easy lie out for him but tensions were building high as he realised every single person in this room was ready to jump you two.

Now with his curse it didn’t take him long to know two things.

One. Everyone was cheating (himself included)

Two. Everyone was cautious of the opponent, who happened to be running the joint as well.

His eyes locked onto yours as you sat at the bar, calmly enough watching the whole showdown of what you gracefully called “competitive math”. This was your mission. You sought and joined Crown similar to him, now time to get you guys out or do something.

Unknownst to Harrison you had a special plan, it first started with schmoozing with the bar tender. Getting information. Finding out the reason no one likes the owner was because of the abuse of power he held. Now it doesn’t excuse the heinous crimes from those he held power over, after all victims can be abusers. But because of the fragile power the owner held, he was afraid of everyone being out to get him if they banded together.

Perfect.

Next was getting close to bastard. A straight approach would be obvious so you watched casually as the game went on. The cheating from all sides made the game a little more interesting but it wasn’t what you looking fo- oh that nasty pig. There it was, his crusty hand had found its way behind a young woman’s thigh and creeping higher with each passing moment.

Catching Harrison’s eye and passing a flirty smile before slowly making your way to him ensuring to keep eye contact, as you pass by the woman, you gently make contact with the geezers hand and soon all hell cuts loose as he starts imagining himself being murdered by the very people he hurt everyday.

Harrison watched you as fear appeared onto your face and body trembling as you ran up to him, “Omg what’s happening, I don’t know what’s happening!”

Lie

“Can we get out I’m scared,”

Lie

An obvious cue to leave, and as they exit the door in a rush Harrison himself becomes a lil scared of the Crowns newest member. Although he will probably forget the sounds of the owners screaming and blood nose.

“If you’re curious, he’s experiencing all those he hurt in that room beating him to death from the visuals right to the pain, don’t worry he’ll survive what I’ve given him.” A small giggle leaves the robins lips “Probably won’t survive the real thing afterwards,”

Truth

Liam

Curse of the Mermaid - Disintergrate

Pro: anything and everything can be disintegrated into sea foam

Con: anything and everything can disintegrated into sea foam and can only work if you’re in contact with them when you make the command.

Your very first mission by yourself was starting to go wrong, the hunter became the hunted. You were supposed to lure a guy, grab info and run off so the others could deal with him. With your clean track record, none of the Crown crew wanted you to go through the sin of murder by yourself just yet. Not because they’re gentlemen but because you gotta slowly build up to that apparently. Well it’s a little gentlemanly they’re waiting to pop your murder cherry.

It’s besides the point right now though as this creep won’t take a hint that you’re not interested as you walk through the streets with him, it’s a risky call but it was time to take the alleyways to try and confuse him.

Liam was invisible as he watched the scene play out like a very bad romance. You said you weren’t interested! And he would’ve stepped in but Victor strictly told the curious kitty to let you handle it all unless it was near death. Did entering alleyways count as near death? Or is that near suicide?

Victor never did mention your curse though, maybe the alleyways were to your advantage? Can you blend in with the shadows? Ooh maybe you’re similar to Lord Elbert, but you would’ve had the opportunity ages ago to step in shadow.

His curiosity now grew stronger as he followed you and the man who was quickly gaining on you.

As you start to walk faster, heart beat starting to race and sweat starting to form on your forehead. You knew in your brain that track record would be dirtied today, much to your horror. What if he was innocent? Well he’s following you into dark alleyways so if he’s not innocent at the very least he’s a quack.

And quacks don’t deserve their blood line continued right?

A sharp pain jolts into your wrist as he’s now got you. You can hear more footsteps nearby and coming closer so it was now or never.

Spinning sharply and looking into his eyes, you focus all your energy on the next word that leaves your mouth.

“Disintegrate”

And it was like he was never there. Never existed and never followed you. He couldn’t even scream or say a word as his form turned. You take the moment to breathe and wonder how you would explain botching your job to Victor. All you have to show for tonight is some notes you jotted down and a pile of sea foam.

Liam on the other hand? Ecstatic. He cannot wait to tell Victor how cool your power is. Is it just humans you can disintegrate or more? And in act of being to excited his invisibility goes away as he runs up and excitedly hugs your now screaming form.

So much for not interfering.

___

a/n: it is now 2am oops

[barakidpirates]

Positive Touch

Pairing: Heat x Wire

Summary: Wire needs to relax for once in his life, and who better to help him than Heat.

Word Count: 2640

Content Warning: +18, smut smut smut (full tags on AO3)

ough finally finished this fucking thing.... 8 days later sigh.....

yes um hello hi i haven't written in ages and im also big stinky dumdum man so uh pls ignore all the mistakes i definitely made. uh enjoy the fic i guess :) or don't idc as long as you don't uh doxx me

Wire was a damn stubborn man. All of the Kid Pirates were, really, but he was one of the worst offenders, second only to Kid. Well, he wasn't exactly stubborn in the same way Kid was. Heat had lost track of how many times he'd seen that lanky shithead slumped over his desk after an all-nighter spent on those damn maps or whatever the hell he was doing otherwise.

The navigator of the Kid Pirates was a workaholic, that was for sure, a self-destructive one at that. He would do anything rather than get a reasonable bedtime like a good boy. He wouldn't admit, of course, he'd just brush it off if anyone brought it up, chug his stupid coffee and get back to the grind.

He would sit there for hours, only getting up when he absolutely had to so he didn't end up shitting himself (the day that happened was the day he would throw himself into the sea.) He would only realise he hadn't eaten all day when Killer would come up, hand him a plate of food, smack him over the head and scold him and stand there like a disappointment mother until he ate it all. He didn't know what was worse: knowing that Killer was glaring at him with a look that could stop a sea train dead in its tracks, or the cold, empty voids of the holes in his helmet where his eyes were, boring straight into his soul and making every hair on him stand up so visibly that you could count them all with ease.

Still, he was set in his ways. He would sit at his desk and work until his skilled hands begged him to stopped, the usually precise lines and shapes they drew becoming sloppy in his sleep-deprived haze, trailing off the page so far they essentially got up and walked to a different part of the New World. He would regret it when he woke up, saw the toddler scribble on the paper, only to blink a few times and then realise it was his now-ruined hard work that he would have to start again, after biting his nails and tugging at his hair for a bit. Right now, though, that wasn't his problem, he'd deal with it tomorrow.

At least, that's what he thought, until the feeling of a hand on his shoulder made him jump. He calmed down quickly when he recognised who it was, but he wasn't pleased.

"Quit doin' that, Heat, ye scared the shite outta me..." He grumbled, placing his hand on his chest.

Heat let out that laugh that always brought a smile to Wire's face, "Heh, didn't mean to."

Wire grunted and Heat noticed him quickly tapping his foot, drumming his fingers against the desk like he always did when he was anxious or stressed. "Yer overworkin' yerself again. Ye gotta relax more." They stated, their hands moving to rub the navigator's shoulders.

"Ay, dinnae start with that..." The older pirate rubbed his tired eyes.

"Dinnae ignore me, then." The helmsman huffed, batting his pencil out of his hand, taking it in theirs and kissing across his knuckle. Flustered though he was, Wire simply picked the pencil up with his left hand and continued what he was doing. Perks of being ambidextrous.

Heat noticed this and gave him a stubborn stare, "C'mon, ye gotta take a break from this shit at some point. Ye know ye want to~"

As stubborn as Wire himself was, the one person he couldn't resist was his darling fire-breathing muppet man. When he was around Heat, he became as big of a softie twat as he did when he saw a cat.

"C'mon, Master Wire~ Let me take care a' ye like ye deserve~" Heat purred in his ear, his tongue darting out to lick Wire's cheek, straight up his "face triangle", as Kid had dubbed it.

"Ye dirty wee bastard..." It made Wire grumble, but a smirk graced his face.

"Ye like it though, ay?"

Finally, Wire let himself relax into Heat's touch. He dropped the pencil and leaned into the pecks on his cheek.

"That's a good boy~" Heat teased.

"Ah, shut yer gob... Jus' 'cause ye cannae keep yer hands off me, Doc..." The navigator quickly shut his gob when the doctor's hand brushed over that sensitive spot on his neck that made him purr, just below the nape (the part he always covered because that's where a cluster of grey hairs decided to hang out.)

Heat took his hand, guiding him away from his desk and towards his (or rather, their) quarters. He leaned forward, his scarred lips gently touching Wire's chapped ones while he opened the door connecting the two rooms behind him. Wire's tired hands still rested on his hips on instinct, as they had many times before. He swiftly started shedding his clothes, tossing them to the floor.

"A'right, on the bed with ye." Heat pushed him down onto the bed face-first.

"Oi, oi, aren't ye gonna strip too? Makin' me feel all self-conscious here..." Wire whined, wiggling his hips enticingly.

"Slow down, roach. I ain't gettin' started yet." The helmsman scolded, but they did shed their clothing, much to Wire's delight. They warmed up their hands before placing them on Wire's back, kneading the tight muscles. The navigator purred, the natural warmth of Heat's skilled hands doing wonders for his aching body.

"Ye like that, ay?" Heat smirked.

"'Course I do, lil' ember~" Wire mirrored his expression, his body stretching languidly.

"Good to hear. Yer way too tense." The fire breather pointed out, as if he didn't know. "Ye gotta let me take care a' ye more often, greyhound."

"I know, I know... I do like havin' ye worship me..." The lanky man sighed in pleasure, his partner's hands working out the army of tight knots and aches that ravaged his back. They pressed firmly into his shoulders and in between, before they glided down across his back. Wire's smirk grew as he felt those familiar hands run over his ass, fingers tracing the tattoo on his right cheek, Heat's jolly roger that the helmsman himself had put there.

Their hands moved to his legs, tending to his rather thick thighs and calves. Wire grinned, his hand lazily reaching out to stroke Heat's half-hard shaft. It made the doctor inhale sharply, his hands freezing in place for a split second.

"Playin' a dangerous game, roach..." He let out a shuddering breath.

"Oh, trust me, I'm well aware, my sweet ember..." Wire muttered, his hand lavishing attention on Heat's pierced tip. He was already fully hard, having to adjust himself as his hard cock pressed against the mattress beneath him, "What kinda pirate would I be if I played it safe?"

Heat groaned, his cock throbbing with each slow swipe of Wire's thumb across the head. He continued working on his lover's calves, letting him stroke him until he was fully hard, his hand taking it's time to move up and down his Jacob's Ladder, thumb rubbing over his reverse Prince Albert. "Alright, that's enough..." He sighed, pull himself away.

"Aww, c'mon... ain't gonna let me have any fun? Ye don't respect yer elders..." Wire whined, his hand dropping to dangle off the edge of the bed in disappointment. Heat thought it was adorable when he looked all sad and pathetic like that, like a kitten left in the rain.

"Yer barely older than me... grumpy old dog..."

Wire was about to snap back when Heat smirked and licked all the way up his foot, catching him off guard and making him stiffen for a moment, "Ngh-!! Hah... always gets me when ye do that..."

"An' by the way, I never said I wouldnae let ye have fun." The helmsman spread the navigator's fuzzy cheeks and dove in. Wire's breath hitched, his body tensing again before he relaxed against the slow rhythmic movements of Heat's tongue against his hole.

"Fuck, that's the good stuff..." He sighed, his body practically boneless.

"Mhm... I could live down here, y'know~" Heat purred.

"Well, go ahead then." Wire snorted, "I'm sure Boss wouldnae care."

One of Heat's hands kneaded Wire's meaty, hairy rear, the other palming at his heavy balls. His tongue explored the familiar hole, gradually delving deeper, stretching him out slowly. If Wire wasn't relaxed before, he definitely was now. Heat just did these sorts of things to him, made him docile like no one else could. The doctor pulled back slowly, spit connecting the tip of his tongue to his partner's wet hole.

"Ye gonna fuck me yet, wee firebug?" Wire whined impatiently.

"Needy lil' shite, ain't ye?" Heat huffed, but he still sat up and lined up his cock with the eager hole in front of him before slowly entering.

"Ah, fuuuuuuck..." Wire groaned, quickly adjusting to the large member.

Heat waited a few moments before starting to move, their thrusts slow but deep. Their hands were still tending to Wire's back, even as they mounted him. Wire gripped the pillow a bit, whining and moaning with each thrust.

"Ye like that, eh?" Heat growled against Wire's shoulder.

Wire's only response was a muffled groan against the pillow. Heat smirked, biting down on his shoulder, making him moan loudly.

"Ye love leavin' yer mark on me, huh?" He looked over his shoulder at the blue-haired helmsman.

"Gotta make sure everyone knows who holds yer leash." He teased with a smirk, a few small embers flickering from his mouth to leave tiny but noticeable marks on Wire's skin.

"Cheeky bastard... ye'd love to have me on a leash for real..." Wire growled in response, though he couldn't deny it made his cock twitch. He was already leaking pre onto the sheets from that massage alone.

Heat buried his face in the crook of his neck and took in his familiar scent. A strong musky scent, considering he'd forgotten to shower again (and now he was too tired to bother,) mixed with the scent of smoke from his pipe, but it was a scent that Heat still loved and couldn't get enough of. Maybe it was an acquired taste. He did have a bit of a thing for musk. Not on the same level as Killer, who would bury his face in Kid's pits all day... who was he kidding, he would do that if Wire wanted him to.

He was starting to get close, his member twitching with every squeeze of Wire's hole around it. "God damn, whippet..." He groaned, his slow and steady rhythm picking up a bit, his balls slapping against Wire's. "Lookit ye, layin' there an' takin' it... such a good boy, ain't ye?"

"Oi, ye told me to relax more, so I should have ye do all the work, heh." Wire turned his head to the side so he could look at them over his shoulder.

"True, I did say that... so yer finally gonna chill the fuck out, eh?"

"More like I'm gonna have ye worship me more often."

"Hey, ye won't catch me complainin'..."

Heat picked up the pace further, thrusting a bit more desperately into the navigator beneath him. He felt Wire tense, heard him grunt as he neared his climax too. His hand snaked down underneath him, finding his rock hard cock and jerking it.

"F-Fuck, Heat..." He whined, rubbing against their palm.

"Ye gonna cum for me, Master Wire~?" Heat panted into his ear, their faces pressed against each other.

"Hah... y-yes..." With a cry, Wire's back arched and his cum spilled into Heat's hand, leaking across the bed sheets. Heat followed quickly, grabbing Wire's hip with his free hand and burying himself to the hilt before shooting his load. He collapsed on top of him, his hand sliding off his hip to wrap around his waist, holding him as close to his own body as possible.

"... That all ye got in ye, muppet?" The taller smirked at him over his shoulder after taking a moment to catch his breath, his hole still clenching around the helmsman's member, "'Cause I can go for another..."

"Hmph... greedy slut today, huh?" The smaller panted, his lips curving into a smirk, "Lucky for ye, I dinnae get tired that quick..." He pulled out slowly with a wet pop, cum seeping out of Wire's hole as it clenched around nothing, clearly disappointed by the short loss of contact.

"Mhm..." Wire rolled himself over onto his back, "Ye never did get to me front, did ye?" His long legs immediately locked around Heat's waist, keeping him in place.

"Aye aye, Master~" They quickly re-entered him, keeping him filled with their previous load. Their hands started massaging his chest, lavishing attention on his pierced nipples.

"Keeping callin' me that an' I'm gonna nut right now..." Wire threw his head back a bit, his hand moving up to tangle in Heat's blue locks and keep him in place. Heat found his slow and steady rhythm once again, the room filled with their combined panting and the plap plap of Heat's balls slapping against Wire's ass.

"Gettin' close already?" They kept one hand on his chest, the other finding his free hand and holding it gently, lifting it to kiss across his knuckles briefly.

"Grr... shut up, yer gonna cum first..." The older man pushed their head down so their lips could meet.

"What, is it a competition now?" Heat teased as he pulled back for a second. His working hand moved down to Wire's abs, though Wire's very large member brushed and slapped against it with each thrust and every minor movement.

"Oi, get back here. I dinnae tell ye to stop." Wire pulled him back by his hair, making him squeak against his lips. His hand finally snaked down to his cock, pumping it in time with his thrusts, taking the time to trace his piercings. "Fuckin' shite bollocks..." Now he could definitely tell Wire was close, if he was swearing like that. He quickened his pace even more, desperate to make Wire cum first, even if the tightness of his hole was bringing him to the brink as well.

"FUCK!!" They both cried out, cumming at the exact same time. Heat's cum poured deep into Wire's hole, while thick white ropes practically erupted from Wire's dick like a damn volcano, splattering over both of them. Heat had his face pressed against Wire's chest as he caught his breath, waiting until he had fully unloaded before pulling out. The navigator wrapped his arms around him, keeping him there.

"Huff... feelin' better now, Wiwi?" The doctor looked up at him.

"Aye... I'm bloody well in Heaven at this point..." The taller sighed, contentment in his usually gruff voice.

"Good t' hear... Guess ye wanna stay like this?"

"Hmph... too tired t' move..."

He felt Heat snuggle into his embrace. If he didn't have them in a cuddle-demanding death-grip, the doctor would've wrapped him up and tucked him in and kissed his forehead. And if they were on the ship rather than in their base, he would've had the sound of the sea gently lapping against Victoria's side to calm him and lull him into sleep. But this was still a perfect sight. He had his darling muppet in his arms to act as his blanket, and he could faintly hear the waves outside splashing against the rocks (he had damn good hearing.) The only thing that would ruin it was Kid's lawnmower snoring that he swore you could hear on every inch of the island... but it didn't bother him too much, nothing would right now. He was finally relaxed, after all...

... except for one teeny-tiny thing he would tease his lover over.

"... yer too hot, get the hell off an' sleep on the floor."

"Hey!"

[cssandraa]

just wanted to say the way you draw dalv reconfigured my brain chemistry forever. like, i look at canon art of dalv and he's not fat and i get dealt psychic damage because what do you mean he isn't canonically fat? hello? he makes me so happy thank you so much

yes!!!! im proud to say im recognised as the one dalv artist who drew him fat (i know someone else who was the first one to call him fat like when the game was very new)

idk smth in me clicked that he should be fat because of his face shape (round and a big ass head and i need to balance that out)

but also it brings a lot to his character’s personality. a soft, cutesy vampire, so might as well make him soft all around

also adds diversity between the uty cast

i explained it better on twt but yeah basically that

[snowthedemonfox]

okay so i need to put my thoughts somewhere before i forget so uhhh heres a quick theory about what ep 6's adventure might be

(i could be extremely wrong though so glitch if youre seeing this and thinking about how wrong i am: i cannot wait to be proven wrong bc i am hyped for episode 6 either way)

so in the ep 4 trailer we can see this suggestions box, and based on Caine's conversation with Zooble in ep 3, i think all future adventures will be based on requests from the cast. like episode 5 being baseball themed. we saw an unfinished version of the stadium in the s1 teaser, and in ep 4 we can see Ragatha with a baseball. if ep 5 is the baseball episode, it'd make sense if she was the one who put that adventure idea in the suggestions box

so then i think we can safely assume the spudsy's adventure, even if it does seem to be rushed by Caine, might've been suggested by Gangle. why? not sure, im guessing we'll be told that in the episode itself, but if she did, then that means that yes, future adventures will be suggested by the character the episode is about

since episode 5 is the last episode that was teased in the s1 teaser, we have little to no info on episodes 6-9. i think its still a bit too early for me to guess what will happen in the final 3 episodes, but i think based on some other things we've been told i can make a safe guess about ep 6

i think it might be a dance themed episode. which, okay, hear me out, i have some more things i want to share with the class:

ONE: this would not be the first time one of Goose's "wait and see" answers would hint towards a future episode's adventure. back in september, before the s1 teaser released, someone asked her this:

which, as we know, a haunted house adventure DID happen in ep 3

(there was also this one, which if the ep 4 theories about someone being high are to be believed, then this one could also be a hint of something we didnt know about at the time. but take this with a grain of salt because ep 4 isnt out yet at the time of writing this)

TWO: "but why would Jax's episode be the dance one?? he wouldnt suggest something like that!!"

well, yes, he probably wouldnt let anyone else see him suggest something like that for an adventure, but who said you had to sign your name on the suggestions? couldnt he do it anonymously without anyone knowing who suggested it? doesn't seem like he's the kind of person to admit something like that

maybe in the episode, someone figures out it was him (maybe recognising his handwriting, since episode 4 has shown us what the cast's handwriting looks like on their spudsy's nametags), and that's what starts to cause problems. the point of the episode isn't the adventure itself, it's about Jax and his issues

THREE: this is the weakest piece of evidence here but im just thinking like, it kind of makes sense that a dance episode might feature a lot of different outfits. maybe Goose was talking about a later episode, but again, i have 0 ideas on what might be happening in those final 3, so my safest bet is that this was referring to episode 6

the only thing i DONT have an answer for, is why ep 6 would be described as "guns":

unless this post was made before the episode 7/8 split (which resulted in a total of 9 episodes), i have now idea how "guns" fits into this theory. we know thanks to the fandomcon QnA that Jax's weapon of choice would NOT be a gun, and would be revealed in canon to be something else. if Jax isn't the one with the gun, why is episode 6 described that way? i have 0 answers for this, and this one word could be the thing that destroys this already flawed theory lol

anyway uhhh post over thats my game theory i hope Jax continues to get worse <3

[vialae]

im not gonna do anything else with it, so here is 900~ words of nonsense kai/gort for those that like them bickering abt petty things as much as i do <3

“Enver.” A wonderfully familiar voice spoke out from behind him, Baldurian accent heavy.

“Ah, hello my dear. I wasn’t expecting to see you today.” Gortash turned away from his desk, his gaze softening as he saw Kaidos latching the window closed behind him. He did start to approach him but then suddenly stopped, looking Gortash up and down with a confused expression rapidly developing across his face.

“What is it?”

“Who told you that shirt looked good?”

Gortash looked down at his clothes. A silk red shirt with gold piping along the collar and cuffs, just as unbuttoned as they always were. He had never been one to become self conscious, but with the flat tone he had been questioned with, even the most self-absorbed being would have had a brief second thought. 

“There’s nothing wrong with it.” His face contorted to a defensive frown. 

“So you picked it?”

“Of course I did.”

“Willingly?”

“Have you really just trespassed into my office to make such petulant remarks about my appearance?” Gortash crossed his arms over his chest.

Kaidos gave a small shrug. “Who are you wearing it for?”

“Does it matter?” 

“I’m just curious.” 

“Whatever you’ve come here for best be important, Kaidos.”

The Bhaalspawn chuckled, seemingly unphased by Gortash’s words. “At least whoever you are wearing it for will be pleased in the knowledge that silk’s very absorbent. I am jealous about that part.”

“You just insulted me, and now you think anything else is going to be well received?” Gortash turned back to his desk. His hands were quick to resume their task of organising the invitations.

“I was only stating a fact,” Kaidos’ voice sounded far closer than it did only a moment ago, “and I didn’t say you looked bad. The shirt does.”

“So what? I should take it off? Is that where this is leading to?” Gortash snapped, his voice suddenly louder than it was before.

“It could.”

“It won’t.”

Kaidos chuckled again. It somehow stung more that the rejection hadn’t been taken personally. 

Gortash heard a slight crinkle of paper behind him before an already opened envelope was pushed into view. A white seal upon ivory paper; an invitation. Within the wax, the initials H.H were embossed, surrounded by various superfluous swirls. 

“I found it in the home of one of my contracts. Some drug lord in the Outer City.” Kaidos’ hands rested rather casually on his partner’s hips despite their little spat.

“This is what you came here for? To show me that the patriars are taking anything they can get their hands on?” Gortash picked the letter up despite how unimpressed he sounded. He straightened the paper out, eyes only glossing over the cursive handwriting as he read quickly.

A short and sweet letter addressed to one Mr. I. Bhanna. Not a name Gortash personally recognised. He did, however, know the penman’s name; Holiday Hlath. Heiress to the family name who had a penchant for visiting the gambling halls within the Outer City. Just as the seal had indicated, it was a letter inviting this now presumably dead man to provide an upcoming soirée’s-worth of guests with the finest wares, and of course, with the additional promise that it would be ‘highly lucrative’ for both parties involved.

“I did some more digging for you, and it seems that little miss Holiday Hlath finally won big, and is expressly not giving that money back to those she owes it to. Instead, she’s doing this. Inviting dealers to her soirées.” Kaidos’ voice spoke directly into Gortash’s ear as he looked over the Archduke’s shoulder and down at the letter. “You’re welcome for the tip.”

“Yes, thank you. This has definitely redeemed your interruption.” Gortash folded the paper back up. “May I ask who it was that sent you to the Outer City to begin with?”

“No, you can’t.” 

“You don’t believe the contract you were given is linked to Holiday at all?” 

“No.” Kaidos plucked the invitation out of Gortash’s hands. He folded it up before sliding it back into his pocket. 

“Just a man with a lot of enemies?” Gortash probed.

“I’m not telling you.”

“You brought this to me, and now you’re only going to give me half the information I need?” Gortash turned to face Kaidos. He had to angle his head up for their eyes to meet. “This man I presume you just killed; he was dealing in my Upper City, and I had no idea. What’s to say he didn’t have other contacts that I should have known about?”

A frown clouded over Kaidos’ face. His arms were removed from Gortash’s body and folded over his chest instead. 

“I brought this to you so that you could focus on getting your money back from Holiday whilst she has it. Also, just because you don’t know what is going on doesn’t mean that I don’t either. Where you fall weak is where I excel. Wasn’t that the whole point of our alliance to begin with?”

“Surely we’re past needing leverage over one another?”

“You tell me.” Kaidos narrowed his eyes.

Gortash reciprocated the expression. His palm pressed flat against the top of his desk so that he could rest his weight upon it. “What are you angling for, my dear?”

“‘My Upper City’?” 

He gave a casual, dismissive wave. “A slip of the tongue. My proactive memory got the better of me.” 

“As it so frequently seems to do.” Kaidos leaned down into Gortash’s space. “We are even when it comes to power over this city. It is ours.”

“I agree, it is ours. And as such, perhaps we should both be more forthcoming with our knowledge of what’s going on within it?” 

“I’m not telling you who put the contract out. Bhaalist confidentiality.”

“A shame.”

[thecoiledserpent]

Hi, by the way I get suggestion from Kiddotarot for following you to learn more about vedic astrology and after scroll up your posts its more like you're kind of spiritual teacher. So I hope my curiosity (question) is still apply in your term!

I just learn and interest in vedic astrology although to be honest most of the time it make me worry 😅. For example: I have D9 Hasta Sun in 7th and Magha Venus conjunct Purva Phalguni Ketu in 6th. After I saw YT like KRS, Gina, Kadamri (that suggested). All of them, informed that I probably will have "Divorce" I had shock (more like depress maybe). When I read the comments its make me more down!

Then I just realize, I don't know yet about the full story and what people said in comments more about their experienced. That I thought they knew the placement mean, after it already happen in their life. So I cannot use it as predictive things of my charts!

The question is how we need to react if some of our placement may known as bad placement, but it not yet happen to us?

By the way, I'm Ardra lagna and moon, Ashlesha Mars (AK), and Dhanista Sun (I thought you will understand my wild thinking habit 😆)

im glad im being recommended and trusted XD 🤭 tysm for trusting me with your question!

to answer your query: look, the thing is that deductions aren't drawn from air. when i say a person with a 3rd house mars will have a bad relation with the males in their life, i say it because that mars indicates this person will have harsh speech and will challenge the egos of the people around them simply due to the way they speak.

similarly, when i say a person with a second house ketu will have poor relationship with the people around them, i say it because such a person's words cut, and they cut deep. nobody wants to get hurt unnecessarily, so they'll avoid such a person.

you have a hasta sun in 7th. you'll have this natural tendency to desire to be on the top or be recognised for even the smaller things you do. people may entertain this for a while, but they'll eventually grow tired or irritated. you get egoistic easily and you want things to go the way you imagined in your head, and when they don't, you get agitated. if your spouse doesn't earn as much as you expected them to, you'll be disappointed.

now think about your spouse. the relationship between a husband and wife is the most sensitive one because you don't have any blood ties here. if you keep criticising your other half for something that is simply not under their control, they'll constantly feel criticised by you. regardless of how much you meant it, it will hurt them all the same and that sense of shame or distaste will make your relationship bitter over time.

as for whether or not you WILL have a divorce, you'll need to see your spouse's nature to be sure but even without that, men usually don't accept being looked down upon in relationships, assuming you prefer a male partner so yes, there are chances of a divorce if such an issue isn't fixed.

so the crux of the matter isn't that you'll have a divorce, it's WHY you'll get a divorce. im making my observation based off a single placement of yours, so it's not whole, but if you'll be honest with yourself, you'll find whats wrong with your demeanor. and once you identify it, the key is to fix it. i'm an ashlesha person, i recognize that my words and mannerisms hurt people, so i limit my expression or use it very carefully so as to avoid hurting others.

so yeah, ill tell you to look inside yourself amd question what's up with the way i act. you'll find answers surprisingly quickly when you're willing to accept criticism and approach the difficult parts of your personality with a tendency to fix them, not to accept them.

and, well, if you don't, then i'm sorry but yeah, nobody likes a partner who constantly looks down upon them yk? your partner wants your love and care, not constant scrutiny.

again, im sorry if anything came off as too harsh but it's pretty much the truth yk? and it's completely alright to have such a flaw, just don't accept it, work towards fixing your attitude in that domain.

[spencereidlovesshoes]

hiya i really love your posts, maybe because you haven’t written anything yet. it is my honor to be your first request.

i’m begging you for a spencerreid x pilot!fem!bimbo!plussize!colorblind!vampire!reader

please do it quickly i will be dying soon i’m 84!!!!!!

OMG I love that!! this idea lives rent free in my mind now thank you you old bitch.

15,6 words.

A/N: im a nice person.

AIRPLANE LOVR

"Wheels up in 5!" says Agent Hotchner, but you don’t hear it because you’re on the toilet. Thousands of alerts bombed Y/N’s phone. Penelope was sending her them. She always hated her.

It seems they are going to Thit Island to investigate a murder of a dog. Y/N was really stressed out, because of the team’s behaviour. They are known for their shitty behaviour on board. They commonly unbuckle their seatbelts, walk around the plane, cuddle together and worst of all, they tend to come to Y/N’s cabin and cover her eyes. They think they are funny but there is a high possibility that the plane might crash because of that.

Y/N really despises the members of the team. Especially JJ. Her long blond hair got caught in the engine once and she had to pull her out whilst still piloting the plane. Don’t ask her how she did that.

The only one she didn’t hate was Spencer. His hair could get caught anywhere and she would gladly save him. She watched him through the security cameras when she didn’t feel like paying attention to the road. She especially liked watching him sleep. He was so cute and he didn’t even know about her. Why would he be with someone as a stupid as this pilot!fem!bimbo!plussize!colorblind!vampire!reader?

The team was lined up next to the plane and Y/N was installing the stairs to the plane. No one helped her. In that moment JJ said: "What is she doing here? Who is she? Where am I? Who am I?"

The team seemed to ignore all of her questions. "She is our pilot, don’t you recognise her?" Spencer said. He was the only one who was not a complete asshole to Y/N. "Ok, just do not get close to Spencer," said JJ looking directly into Y/N’s eyes. "JJ, she saved your life last time, don’t you remember?" "I could have done it myself," said JJ and stormed to sit on the plane.

Everything went well and until Morgan sneaked into her cabin and covered her eyes. Y/N yelped and tried to get his hands off of her. He held her head so tightly she started to feel dizzy. Morgan laughed and said "relax babygirl, I just need you to turn the plane around, we found out that Thit Island is on the other side of the globe."

WTF? Y/N thought. I do everything for this team and especially for Spencer. I pay for the gas and they just tell me that we have been going in the wrong direction? I’m not gonna be able to pay the bill this month, I don’t even have a job! I just snuck to the toilet every time and tie up the real pilot. And that is the problem. I don’t know how to turn the plane around. I always just fly in some direction and hope for the best.

"Hello? You seem lost in your thoughts," Morgan said. "OK, just buckle up and hold tight," Y/N said with determination in her eyes. She didn’t even wait for Morgan to sit down and buckle his seatbelt, she just turned the plane upside down.

"I didn’t mean it literally!" Morgan screamed as he hit his head on the ceiling of the plane. Y/N heard mortified screams of the rest of the team. It was like music to her ears. Yes! Spencer thought. She finally stood up to her bullies. He might have broken a leg or two and had a concussion because he was sitting in JJs lap.

They flew their whole flight upside down and Y/N found some random island in Europe to land on. Everyone got out of the plane, excited to see some dead bodies and investigate mysteries, except Spencer, he went to check on Y/N.

"Hey Y/N, are you alright?" Y/N seemed devastated, she was tired from all the blood flowing to her head. "I’m OK, I just have a long night waiting for me. I have to get comfy on this plane." "What do you mean?" Spencer said and a worry wrinkle appeared on his forehead.

"I didn’t pay for any hotel. I don’t have any money left, I spent everything on gas for this trip that took way longer than I anticipated. We are lucky that we survived! We don’t have much gas left. Can you steal some if you see some cars on your way out?"

Spencer looked at her in disbelief. This poor thing was poor. "OK Y/N, let me sing you a lullaby to help you sleep." Y/N was thrilled. She was sure she would not be able to fall asleep next to singing Spencer. She loved him too much for that.

"URURURURURURURURURURURUR" Spencer sang in his soft voice while Y/N slowly fell to the dreamland...