#and i hate just. pretty much everything about this movie other than the guy playing d.amien. he was good.

[that-was-anticlimactic]

hottake but r.enee r.app actually wasn't that good in the new m.ean girls movie musical - y'all are just attracted to her

[therealmylesmorales]

Don’t Take It Personal

Summary: you’re a little worried about how much time Vi is spending with her new friend

Part 2

Warnings: vi’s kind of a dumbass, ngl. Angst probably. R plays a sport for the plot (just vibe guys) loser!vi au

WC: 1.6k

Vi made a new friend.

That was a rare feat for her, seeing how out of the few people she considers a friend included you, her girlfriend, and Jinx, her sister.

She came home beaming after her usual workout at the gym. There was a new face she didn’t recognize and to Vi’s surprise, the friendly chat turned into a new friendship.

Her name was Caitlyn Kiramman. You knew her name, seeing the title “Kiramman” around a few buildings. Caitlyn was studying abroad for a few months, hence why Vi didn’t meet her until now. And yet, the new friendship was blossoming quickly. You didn’t mind, just happy that she managed to make more friends without you being present.

That was until Vi started hanging out with her more than you.

Srry, babe cant make it. At the gym wth Cait 💪🏻

11:23am

You frowned a bit at the recent text Vi sent you. You were at the library waiting for her for your weekly study date but when she was almost half an hour late you finally texted her. Only for your girlfriend to take a raincheck. Again.

Seeing how Vi wasn’t showing up, you still decided to stay for at least another hour; work still needed to be done with or without her. When you did decide to leave, you had to pass by the gym in order to go home. You figured Vi was still inside so you didn’t bother to linger until you heard a familiar voice.

”I’ll see you around, cupcake!”

Cupcake?

You turned to see Vi and Caitlyn leaving the large building. Vi immediately saw you and rushed over to you. Caitlyn gave you a polite wave before going her own way.

She was calling her ‘cupcake.’ You felt a little irritated at the—at your— nickname Vi called Caitlyn. Granted, ‘cupcake’ wasn’t one that was used very often, only when Vi was teasing or being purposely irritating to you. But still. It was your name.

Pushing the negative feelings aside you greeted Vi with a kiss. She smiled into it then pulled you into a tight hug, her arms almost crushing you.

”You stick, Vi,” you muttered into her neck.

A soft laugh escaped her. “You enjoy it. What are you doing here?”

”Going home. Then I saw you and…cupcake.”

”Don’t be like that,” Vi groaned, trying to play it off. “I didn’t mean anything by it.”

“Never said you did.” You tried to change the subject, not wanting to make it a big deal. “Are you going to my game Friday or are you going to be too busy with Caitlyn. It’s the last one of the season, Vi.”

“Hey, have I ever missed a game before?” She asked rhetorically. ”But if it makes you feel better, I promise that I’ll be there.”

”Good.”

Vi then wrapped her arm around you, putting you in an almost headlock, and started walking in the direction of the same apartment. “Let’s go. I’m exhausted.”

While what Vi said did ease some of you worrying, it didn’t stay for long. For the rest of the week, Vi was still with Caitlyn. Even though you attended most of the same classes, and stayed in the same home, you only saw her in passing or for only an hour at night. And every word that came out of her mouth was about the other girl.

“I really think you’ll like Cait, she reminds me of you.”

“Caitlyn squatted 210 today! She’s catching up to me.”

”I’m sorry, baby. Cait and I made plans to see that movie. You can still come!” You hate to admit it but that comment made you pissed off more than anything.

Caitlyn, Caitlyn, Caitlyn. You haven’t even properly met the girl yet it seemed like you knew everything about her.

When Friday finally came, you just hoped Vi would pay more attention to you rather than her friend. Unfortunately, you were proven wrong.

Hey, pretty, the game is starting soon. Are you still coming?

6:37pm

Yoooo Viiii??

7:01pm

Violet, dude, where are you??

7:15pm

Your leg tapped nervously against the ground, scanning the crowd for the familiar pink haired girl, but you came up dry. In the crowd you could see Jayce, Viktor and Mel who all gave you encouraging smiles. Even Jinx showed up, sitting next to Ekko. She gave you a small shrug at your questioning glance before turning back to your phone, possibly texting her sister.

The coach got your attention, urging you to join your teammates on the court. And with a heavy, disappointed sigh, you got up from the bench. You couldn’t focus on Vi anymore, but you still hoped that she would show up sometime during the game. She did promise after all.

But throughout the game, that familiar full head of pink hair was nowhere to be seen. There was an empty spot next to Jinx that was never filled. Trying to ignore the wide open space was almost impossible, but the game was won without Vi cheering for you. Sure, the ball did slip from your hands more times than you’d like to admit, but your team won.

Your friends that did decide to show up wanted to take you out for the rest of the night, a congratulatory dinner, but you weren’t feeling it. And while Jinx doesn’t like saying the word no, she surprisingly let you go home after you refused. You really just wanted to see if or when Vi would be home.

It was nearing nine at night and Vi still hadn’t called you and your recent text went unanswered. The TV was playing a show, mostly used as background noise as your thoughts took over you.

Almost thirty minutes later, you could hear some noise coming from the hallway.

The door to the apartment opened and you could hear Vi humming a song to herself when she locked up for the night. From your spot on the couch, you saw nothing wrong with her so you were glad to know she was safe. But now she had to dig herself out of the hole she dug.

Vi actually seemed surprised to see you but the smile she gave you was instant. “Oh, hey, babe. Why are you still up?”

”Waiting for you,” you shot back, moving to get closer to her. “It’s been hours Vi, we all have been calling and texting you—“

Vi showed you her phone, a black screen staring back at you. “It died a while ago. What’s with the third degree?”

”Do you remember what day it is?”

”Um…the tenth?”

”Um, maybe it’s the day of my game that you’d promise to come to,” you mocked. Yeah, you were being petty but you thought she deserved it.

Vi muttered a small curse to herself and she looked genuinely apologetic. “Y/N, I’m so sorry. I swear, I was going to come but then my phone died, and-and I was with Caitlyn and—“

A heavy sigh escaped you at the name. “Caitlyn, right yeah. That makes sense.”

A look came on Vi’s face, one you knew too well when she was about to become argumentative. “What are you talking about?”

”You’ve been spending a lot of time with her, Vi,” you pointed out. “I’ve noticed it— we all have. You’re always with her.”

”We’re friends!”

”You’re friends with Jayce but when’s the last time you’ve hung out with him since meeting Caitlyn? Is she too rich for chargers so you couldn’t check your phone for five minutes?”

Vi scoffed at you. “What, you want me to stop hanging out with Caitlyn just because you’re jealous?”

”I have nothing to be jealous of, Violet!” You yelled. “Cait’s a friend, I get that. But you have been blowing me off time and time again for her. And the one time I actually needed you, you were with her instead. How the hell do you expect me to feel?”

A short pause came from Violet. And what she said next, set your skin aflame.

”I just think you’re overreacting. It’s a fucking game, I’ll just watch the next one.”

“Okay, you know what,” you paused, running your hands over your face; it didn’t do much to calm your heated nerves. “I’m not doing this with you, right now, Vi.”

Vi’s tense posture immediately changed at the tone of your voice; it was shaky, as if you were holding back tears. You almost never cried, at least in front of her, so the new sight was worrisome. She heard you breath in harshly before continuing.

“I’m way too upset at you right now to even finish this conversation,” you said quietly to her. “I’m tired…and honestly just want some space from you.”

Vi swore her heart stopped at those words. Space? “You…Y/N, you can’t be serious.” Space was the main thing Vi hated. It meant you leaving her.

”I am, actually.” Your back was turned from her at that point so you couldn’t see her face fall in disbelief at the sight of you getting ready to leave the apartment.

She knew you made up your mind and were done hearing her but Vi still had to try. “Babe, don’t go. You’re right, is that what you want to hear? I’m sorry, alright?”

”Glad you came to your senses,” you muttered, albeit bitterly.

Vi was desperate at this point. “You don’t have to leave! I can sleep out here!”

”When I said ‘space’, Vi, I meant completely,” you said. Your voice was starting to get tense, a tell that you were getting annoyed. “My parents live a few minutes away, remember? I'll be fine.”

”Y/N please, just—“

“Vi! I’ll…talk to you eventually,” was the last thing you said before the door closed behind you.

[dreamingunderacloudysky]

SFW alphabet w/ curly pleasplease

SFW ALPAHBET | CURLY

A/N: Gotchu 👍

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He's pretty affectionate, just not super affectionate, but not standoffish either. Loves to handhold or lean his head on your shoulder (vice versa). Loves to put his head on your lap.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Clearly a ride or die (as we've seen). Will have your back, though not the most attentive lister and tends to space out, but he will still listen.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He enjoys it time to time! Likes having you on top of him resting on his big man boobs (sorry i had to make this comment after I've seen so many people make art of him with that barrel chest) but having that familiar weight on him actually gives him some level of peace and keeps him grounded in the present.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He can cook and clean. After the Tulpar (without him burning) is can see Curly being tired of leading and having ambition weigh him down. So I can see him becoming a house husband with a knack for gardening.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He sucks at confrontation, so if he HAD to it would be via a letter.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Down to marry. 100% it's always been a dream of his. Marriage isn't even a question for him it's a question for you.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Both. Very gentle and delicate. Curly is the type of guy to stop and smell the roses. Is very careful with you, he fears he might overstep or cross a boundary with you.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He likes hugs! Sometimes he'll even lift you if he's in a super good mood.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Medium burn. Quicker than expected but he's a softie.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Not much, there is a fear in the back of his head that he could be doing more to win you over, but other than not, it's not really a concern.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Likes kissing the top of your head and cheek. When you're off the work he'll lean down and give you a peck as he pushes you breakfast to-go tupaware into your hands.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He's not the best. He cares a lot for children but Curly's caution might make him a little boring for kids.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

I want to imagine Curly secretly hates mornings. He's groaning into his pillow and pulls you against him while wrapping the two of you in a blanket burrito.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nice dinners, Movie theatre, Halo 2 (Anya convinced him to play the Halo series) campaign, a lot of things.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

SLOW. This man really struggles with being open and honest when it comes to what's on his chest. We see it in the game, but he thinks that if he keeps his burdens to himself, it will make his job easier. It won't. So it takes him a while, and you have to gently coax it out of him.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Slow to anger, quick to panic.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Honestly tries his best but he can have his head in the clouds sometimes, but has a really GOOD idea of new things you'd like.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

A proposal or fun nights out in an outlet.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Protective in the way that he'll buy you a top rated tazer and teach you how to use it.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

A LOT. GOES ALL OUT. AND STILL WORRIES ITS NOT ENOUGH.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Bottling up his emotions, fear of conflict/confrontation, and initial struggle with vulnerability.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Not much, though his hair takes more time than anything.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yes. He is lost without someone.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Likes older cars to newer cars. I can totally see him driving a Buick GNX.

Despite being a captain i can see him having an inclination towards the mechanical arts!

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Arrogance. He hates arrogance. Also lack of empathy.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Stomach sleeper when you're not around. Talks in his sleep.

[narcjsistx]

hii! hope you’re doing alright :))

can you do headcanons on chika takiishi(wbk)? like what would it be like dating him?

at the moment chika is not one of my favourites, but I'm pretty sure it will become in the next chapters... WHAT ABOUT HIS DESING? IT'S LITERALLY GORGEOUS HELP

𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

— Chika Takiishi in a relationship HCS ᡣ𐭩

We all know that Chika's character isn't exactly the most outgoing, so in a relationship he certainly won't be the talkative guy that many hope for. Will it open a little more? Yes probably, but nothing excessive

The trope I see closest to a relationship with him is the "sunshine x sunshine protector". You would literally be one of the safest people in the city if not the safest. He's there to protect you, but let's remember that Endo practically protects what his muse loves... so yes, you would practically have two bodyguards. Not that Chika particularly likes leaving you with Endo, but if he has to, he's the only one he wouldn't have too much trouble with

He would take you wherever he goes too, he's not particularly happy about leaving you at home for the simple reason that they might attack you directly when he's not there. Sure, seeing your boyfriend get into extremely violent fights with several people isn't exactly the best scenario, but as long as Endo makes you think of something else... it's okay

The others, including Yamato, don't dare say anything remotely insulting towards Chika. Is it out of fear? Absolutely yes. But you have a sort of pass, you are in a certain way free to tell him whatever you want... with a certain limit however

He is often seen wearing a lot of costume jewelry: like rings, earrings and necklaces. I have this little scenario in mind that, before he goes out, he steals some from your collection and puts them to have you with him somehow. He'll never admit it directly, but it's a very personal way for him to always have you with him even when you just can't come

He will never directly ask you for a hug, but if you ask him, he won't let go until he's satisfied. It could take a few minutes or even an hour, it depends on the mood

Your dates are mostly at your house or his, he's not a big fan of outdoor ones for the simple reason that he hates people staring at him. Despite having a small space, things can vary from a night playing video games, to a night watching a movie, or doing… yk. Although his favorite remains when you color his hair, he loves to see you concentrate while you paint the yellow on the ends of his hair

The bad thing about dating Chika is that even when dead he won't apologize, even if it's entirely his fault. You will have to be the one to do it, and if you don't do it either, it will take the way of: I pretend nothing happened and gradually everything goes back to normal, and maybe I give her some more attention. It works, so why change?

I see him as someone who loves kisses on the jaw. While he loves the ones on his lips or neck, his jaw is one place he doesn't know how to react to without maintaining his usual commanding look. He might even hug you if you do, but I would keep my expectations low

Chika is canonically 1.83cm tall, and I can see him a lot with a partner who is much shorter than him, like 1.50cm or a little more. Just for size reasons, his clothes would probably be a little loose on you, and even if he doesn't show it, he likes to see you in his fur coats or t-shirts when you wear them

[moonpascaltoo]

steve harrington

MASTERLIST • STRANGER THINGS • 07/23/24

˚‧⁺ ･ ˖ · ୨ৎ recs two

one three

𑣲 his good luck charm I @bimbobaggins69

king!steve getting a little frisky before the basketball game because he swears you’re his good luck charm

𑣲 friends with benefits I @forever-rogue

𑣲 dirty dancing I @nexusnyx

When Steve went to the address for investigating purposes, the last thing on his mind was stumbling upon one of the most beautiful sights he's ever seen. It happens, though, and he convinces himself that meeting you was only a thing of the moment, until he encounters you outside the cinema a week later, crying. He does something about it.

𑣲 power trip I @silkscream

you and steve settle your differences when he drives you home

𑣲 fast times at family video I @thursdaygxrls

steve’s great a flirting. that is, until robin gets involved.

𑣲 crushes, chaos, confessions I @quin-ns 

dustin knows how steve feels about you and he can’t stop himself from spilling his best friend’s biggest secret to you.

𑣲 henderson!reader I @familyvideostevie

𑣲 favour for a favour I @yellowharrington

steve has a big ol' crush on the girl that trades him pastries for movies every week.

𑣲 whole I @freelancearsonist

𑣲 sincerely, yours I @superblysubpar

a movie night, a confession, an offer, your Calvin's bunched up on the floor of your best friend's BMW...and other places

𑣲 paralyzed I @murdockparker

She walked in on a Friday afternoon. Steve needed nothing more than to get to know her--if only he could find it in himself to speak to her.

𑣲 that guy I @appocalipse

After he's been to yet another failed date with yet another random pretty girl, Steve Harrington, your best friend, stops by at the diner your family owns for a late-night chat, same as he'd done a thousand times before. Steve is totally unaware of how much he's hurting you with his endless parade of dates, because after all — the two of you are only friends and nothing more, right? It's not like you have any secret feelings for him…

𑣲 romance is dead, isn't it I @megxplryxb

𑣲 pretty girl part 2 I @hellfireclubmember

Dustin can't stop talking about the sub he got to fill in for Lucas, making Steve want to smash his head into a wall. That is, of course, until he sees you.

𑣲 baby, no attachment part 2 I @calumfmu

the 5 times Steve Harrington was an asshole to you, with the 1 time, he revealed his true self.

𑣲 the kings reign I @/calumfmu

King Steve, the stupid nickname you had heard your entire life. The rumors, the huge ego to match. It was everything that made you hate him, especially when your best friend wouldn't shut up about him. Robin was forcing you to be friends with him, but it wouldn't stop the passion you had dedicated to wanting nothing to do with him.

𑣲 tell me that i'm all you want I @judeswhore

everyone in hawkins knows about steve harrington’s somewhat infamous past and with your relationship being new and a little devil on your shoulder you start to worry if you’re simply just his next play thing

𑣲 blurb I @/judeswhore

𑣲 out of your league I @/judeswhore

steve’s friends refuse to believe his secret girlfriend is the pretty girl from the bakery and are more than a little surprised when you actually show up.

𑣲 fall into pieces I @taintedcigs

steve comes in his pants from eating you out. that's the plot.

𑣲 it just takes a kiss I @strangerstilinski

based on that scene in tasm where peter spins gwen around to kiss her — with just a dash of enemies to lovers

𑣲 handle with care I @thecreelhouse

Eddie and Robin think Steve needs to get out more, but he ends up in what he believes to be the wrong place at the wrong time, until he meets you.

𑣲 jealousy, jealousy I @s-brant

Nancy and Y/N are best friends. The problem is, Y/N and Steve have been secretly hooking up for weeks, and when Nancy asks for advice about possibly getting back together with him, Y/N doesn’t know how to feel.

𑣲 bags I @goldustwomun

you'd loved steve since you were fifteen, followed him wherever he went. so when you were finally over him, stumbling home with another man clinging to your side, why was he waiting by your doorstep?

𑣲 grand gesture I @loove-persevering

reader is seeing how close Nancy and Steve are and the looks they give. When the Reader goes to Eddie Steve gets confused and a little jealous because he actually has feelings for her.

𑣲 moral of the story I @refiwrites

Steve was still in love with Nancy, it was clear as day. 

𑣲 for a good time call! I @chestharrington

In the Summer of 1985, Steve's social standing is at an all time low. In an act of sheer, pathetic desperation, he calls a phone sex hotline. Little does he know, his dream girl from the hotline is just an escalator away.

𑣲 6 times Steve was pining I @fandomtravels

𑣲 you keep me hanging on part 2 I @once-upon-an-imagine

𑣲 icarus and the sun I @justburningdaylight

Reader’s in love with her best friend. Considering she can’t tell him about this particular secret, she instead entrusts it to her diary, neglecting to remember Steve’s old habit of reading said diary.

𑣲 sober thoughts I @munsster

If drunk words are sober thoughts, Steve sure is talkative when he’s had a few.

𑣲 need your lips on mine I @lonelysatellites

Steve Harrington will hook up with you. So why won’t he kiss you?

[peachy-wolfhard]

dating toge inumaki II

warnings: cuteness, erm plushie incest, toge gets cucked in Stardew Valley, “pretty princess” is used once

word count: 861

These are hopefully sweeter than Part 1

I have way too many thoughts about this freak

Sleepovers are a must and Toge is the number one sleepover planner even if the sleepovers are last minute

Facemasks! Movie night! Mario Kart! EVERYTHING!!!

Absolutely WILL try and sabotage your Mario Kart win. He likes to push, bite, hiss… anything a younger sibling would do

He likes to play the VS races so he can continuously blue-shell you

Toge loves doing every cute couple's tiktok trends. His favorite so far is the matching nail polish to your eyes

“Honey! Honey! Salted salmon cod roe!” as Toge runs up to you pointing and grinning.

“Hold on! Stop jumping!” you giggle taking the phone from his hand. Watching the TikTok he was too excited to show you, it's a couple showing their eyes next to nail polish their partner picked out. Looking up from his phone, Toge frantically points back and forth between the two of you, practically buzzing.

“You wanna do this wi-” “SALMON SALMON SALMON!” the curse speech user cuts you off all while jumping up and down, holding your shoulders

Another trend he likes is painting your partner, he takes all the couple challenges seriously but ESPECIALLY this one

“Ugh, I hate how all these guys never try on these” Toge types and rests on your hip to read.

“Never try on what?” you reply resting your chin atop his head, stroking his hair. Toge swipes to a TikTok of a couple that painted each other and skips to the end, the man shows his painting of his s/o as her face falls, it looks more like an unflattering caricature. 

“Let's do this! Need to paint my pretty princess :3 need the love of my life immortalized in a painting” Toge types giggling into your neck

Speaking of cute couple things! He definitely makes you a highlight on Instagram. Its wither named something like “(your initial) <3333” or “my wet cat :3”

Half of the posts are .5’s of you eating or the most gorgeous images ever taken by a human

FACETIMING!!!! He might not be able to speak BUT Facetime is still fun. He likes it when you give him a haul of all the stuff you bought

Jokingly gets jealous over the fictional characters you like (getting meta here woah)

“The things I'd let that man do should be illegal,” giggling as Toge pouts, arms crossed over his chest like a child.

“Absolutely devious and heinous things,” Toge groans then pretends to cry, throwing his head in between his knees. Ignoring your dramatic boyfriend, you continue the movie.

“WHAT ABOUT ME????? WHAT ABOUT MEEEEEEEEE”

“ILL NEVER BE HIM”

A flurry of messages comes through, all with the overarching theme of “I'll never be him”

“I mean we could dye your hair”

Toge likes to sneak into your dorm after long missions just because. You feel the bed move under his weight. Toge proceeded to wiggle his way closer to you, lifting your waist gently to place his arm under, pulling you somehow even closer. Resting his chin on your shoulder, “Hi”

Toge likes to keep his collar zipped up and mumble so you have to lean closer to him to hear him then pull it down and quickly kiss you

Play fighting is his all-time favorite pastime. Play fighting either means just wrestling around or picking you up and slamming you on any soft surface

Mystery box addict over here. Toge loves all mystery boxes but ESPECIALLY those Tokidoki ponies and the Sanrio ones

100% makes you guys open them together and record it

“Hi chat. We got blind boxes again,” you say holding up one of the many blind boxes you and Toge had purchased that day

“We bought so much today I don't think we have enough for groceries,” “Salmon”

“Which one do you want? I want the onion or corn pony,” Toge leans over and looks at the back of your box, and taps frantically on the pony that looks like a potato. Unfortunately for you two, you both get radish.

Plushie. Demon. Toge either glares at your plushies or makes them kiss and makes them hump each other

“BABY STOP THEYRE SIBLINGS!! YOU'RE MAKING THEM COMMIT INCEST STAWP!!!”

Dinner nights with the rest of your friends are quite common. Most of the time Toge makes dinner and invites your friends

Dinner also (most of the time) morphs into an unexpected sleepover (you guys forgot how late it was and now can't leave the dorm without being seen)

Toge loves playing video games with you. Even if you don’t play the kind of games he plays

“Grrrr,” Toge grows like a dog at your Stardew Valley character.

“Be quiet freak I'm talking to my husband. Go to the mines we need coal,”

“I'm being cucked in my own save file,” Toge texts you before running to the mines

MATCHING EVERYTHING OMG

Matching phone charms, headbands, sleep masks, PLUSHIES!!! Literally everything that can match you guys have it

[ganondoodle]

since i have seen this argument pop up again and again and now its used to defend the minecraft movie

i really hate the argument that something, be it a movie or a game, can be as shitty as it wants when its primarily aimed at kids (or people THINK it is aimed mostly at kids) bc its 'just for kids'

like children are lesser an stupid? like they arent incredibly impressionable and deserve good movies? im not saying they should only watch critical acclaimed drama movies, but you can make a movie 'for kids' AND make it good, its been done before, sure there will always be shit movies, and thats fine, but dismissing any kind of criticism towards them bc "its just for kids" feels so unecessarily mean spirited towards children, like they are little people in wildly different stages of development!! they can think too!!

'kids' itself is such a wide range that i feel its not very useful as a category anyway, a 5 year old isnt the same as an 11 year old, both of them should get good things, and both can watch or play things they may not completely understand yet! i grew up with shrek, and while a big parody and haha fart humor movie, they (1+2) have an incredibly strong core, i didnt udnerstand them fully when i was little, so what? i still enjoyed them, i felt more connected to them than any disney movie (bc hey .. the monster is the main guy and no they dont all turn into conventionally pretty humans as the ultimate reward- i felt othered throughout my life too) and i still do, theres jokes and themes and meaning i understood fully only when i was rewatching them as an adult, i still enjoy them even at 27

and like, shouldnt it ESPECIALLY matter what children watch? (not in the puritan brain worm way) bc they are ... people in development?? do you think if they just sit down and watch shitty movies and play games that dont challenge them at all, be it thinking critically or emotionally, all day it wont have an affect on them??

(im sorry to bring up totk again, but that 'its for kids' argument has been used to defend it so much too, and its so incredibly annoying to me, ah yes, its puzzles are all skippable or easy as shit bc its main target are kids and children are stupid and shouldnt be challenged ever, the story is a simple fairytale type deal maybe to you, but contains alot of harmful stereotypes that have led to real world harm and its repeated unquestionably while offering nothing intersting to think or engage with, theres a reason alot of childrens media contains alot of stereotypes to propaganda even but its just for kids of course its not propaganda bc kids are stupid and cant understand that lol BECAUSE they are so impressionable, if a series 'for kids' only lets the girls be in frilly pink dresses and do 'girly' stuff do you not think that wil affect how they think about themselves??

if they keep seeing the light skinned blonde heroe stab the unquestioned evil arab stereotype bc he wants to take over your holy land bc hes just 'evil' and is never ever humanized in any way and only presented as a monster, while the good little maiden princess does everything she can to support her hero in shiny armor with big sad doe eyes and pretty little white dress- do you not think it will affect them? if it were an isolated incidence perhaps not much, but its a stereotype perpetuated to such a degree that you think its just 'how fairytales go'? yeah, you have been influenced by these portrayals, they are working as intented- and if they are used as such in media without the writer intending to influence you that way? thats even worse bc it means it has been so normalized to think that way people dont even realize it- while alot of real people in the world are ganondorf, they are demonized and dehumanized, others think of them as inherently evil.. but its just a "simple fairytale"

yes i know children can also question things on their own, but you shouldnt assume that comes naturally and then also in just the correct way, i questioned why i was just doing whatever the talking boat told me to do when i first played windwaker as a kid, but more bc i liked how ganondorf looked and hated being told things to do without a good reason being given (autism much?), 'evil' didnt do it for me, but that doesnt mean i knew he was an evil arab stereotype, i didnt like tetra turning white as zelda, bc i thought she looked cooler before and i didnt like 'girly' things myself, not bc i knew it was whitewashing

-not saying media should be free of anything 'problematic', the problem is how its presented and never questioned or engaged with critically and then that stupid argument being used to dismiss it like children are both unable to think and not influencable somehow-)

[punkrockmlchael]

Heartbreak Girl

Masterlist | Gareth Emerson Masterlist

Gareth Emerson x Fem!Reader

Modern AU; Best Friends to Lovers (Both Gareth and Reader are 18+)

Warnings: 18+ mdni, Simp Gareth!, Best Friend Reader!, Smut with Plot, Lots of background and filler because it's cute and needed, Blunt and Brutally Honest Gareth because he loves you for crying out loud!, Confession of mutual feelings, Smut: Fingering, Unprotected Sex, PinV, Virgin!Reader, super sweet and fluffy Gareth with aftercare!, afab reader

Request: hi! i love that you write for gareth! i'd love to request some gareth x female reader smut that's best friends to lovers with lots of pining 👀❤️ hi! Thanks for the request! I put a spin on it that I hope you enjoy

Synopsis: You never go for ‘good guys,’ at least, that’s what your best friend Gareth always tells you. You’re always calling him crying about your latest heartbreak and he’s stuck listening and reassuring you (despite being head over heels for you). Tonight is no different. Jason Carver, star basketball player, called it off with you after going back to Chrissy Cunningham and the first thing you do is call up Gareth.

Based off of the song Heartbreak Girl by 5 Seconds of Summer. Look I’m not sure if this is what you wanted but… here hehe

Word Count: 3.8k

I dedicate this song to you

The one who never sees the truth

That I can take away your hurt

Heartbreak girl

Hold you tight straight through the daylight

I'm right here, when you gonna realize

That I'm your cure?

Heartbreak girl

You and Gareth have been best friends since, well, ever. It's the cliche of your moms being best friends; they grew up together, got pregnant around the same time, and decided they had to raise their kids together. They even secretly hope that their kids end up together, because, come on, how cute would that be?

And, as much as Gareth hates to admit it, he secretly hopes it happens, too. You are his soulmate, his other half and all that other lovey-dovey bullshit. You just.. don’t know it yet.

Gareth knows you like the back of his hand.

All your quirks.

All your pet-peeves.

All your pros.

All your cons.

The list goes on.

He might actually know you better than you know yourself. Scratch that, he definitely knows you better than you know yourself.

And, Gareth would do anything and everything for you. Literally. From helping you with homework because you're not as good at Calculus as he is; to coming over when you need a shoulder to cry on; to dropping anything and everything when you call.

The Hellfire boys call him a simp when you’re not around, and that’s probably the best word to describe him.

When he sees your name light up his phone screen with a call, a text, a video you thought was funny that reminded you of him… oh, god, his heart skips a beat… sometimes multiple beats.

When you smile at him and sit next to him at the lunch table? God, he wants to hold your hand under the table; to pull you close and wrap his arm around your waist to protect you from all the boys around the table and all the boys in life.

When you call his name? God, that makes him want to die. Especially when you look at him and use his nickname, Gare, or, the one you’ve called him since you were younger: Bubba.

Fuck, when you use the nickname Bubba he is putty in your hands. He knows it, the boys know it, you know it. God, everyone knows it.

Gareth wants to look you in the eyes, grab your hands and pull you into a passionate kiss, holding your hips tightly; your body forming against his as your arms wrap around his neck, playing with the small curls at the base of his neck.

He wants to take you out on dates, and show you off to everyone around him. A museum date, a bowling alley date, a movie date, a Taco Bell date where you sit and giggle at him for making a mess on his lap in the car because, come on, those hardshell tacos never stay together.

He wants to bring you flowers, specifically your favorite, in a pretty bouquet. Not because you’re having a bad day, but because he loves you and wants to remind you how much he loves you.

He wants to hold your hand and walk through the park, laughing and joking with each other while you talk about your future and what month you want to get married and how many kids you want to have together.

Yeah, it’s bad, he knows that.

And, he continuously curses at himself and kicks himself because of that, too.

He is head over heels for you, his best friend. And he’s so sick of being friend zoned and second choice, all the damn time. And every time you call him, upset and crying, it just kills him. Because, if you saw him how he saw you, this would be so much easier. But, being easy apparently isn’t in either of your vocabularies.

Gareth’s cell phone rang, pulling him out of the intense Call of Duty match he was playing with Jeff and Eddie. He missed an opponent because of the distraction and got shot, dying instantly.

“Fuck,” he mumbled, grabbing his phone.

“Gareth, what the hell man, you good?” Jeff asked through the headset.

“Yeah, man, what happened?” Eddie asked.

Gareth looked down at his phone and saw your name, his heart fluttering slightly before he remembered: you were supposed to have a date with Jason Carver tonight. A call at this time cannot be good.

“Yeah, sorry guys, I got to go.” He replied, looking at his phone. He quickly turned his headset off and the game off before Jeff or Eddie could even argue.

He sat up in his bed and answered your call, putting the phone to his ear.

“Hey, sweetheart, what’s up?” He asked into the phone, instantly hearing your sniffles and tears.

“Gare,” you said softly, sniffling as tears slowly fell down your cheeks. “Are you busy?”

He looked up at the television screen that was now black before directing his attention to the headset and Xbox controller that sat beside him on his bed.

“Not anymore,” he sighed. “Why, what’s up?”

“Jason, he went back to Chrissy,” you added, sighing at yourself for feeling so stupid to actually think you had a chance with Jason. “He ditched me tonight and then sent me a picture of him and Chrissy at the movies.”

“Oh, wow,” Gareth replied, not really knowing what else to say. “Do you want me to come over?” He asked, already knowing he shouldn’t. But he wanted to. He had to. You were sitting there on your bed, alone, crying for fucks sake.

“Please,” you sniffled, sitting back down on your bed. “If you’re not busy.”

“I’m never too busy for you,” he said, standing up as he grabbed a bag and stuffed some clothes in it before he picked up his wallet and keys. “I’ll be there in 10.”

“You’re the best,” you mumbled, “I’ll see you soon, bubba.” You added, he sighed.

“Yeah, see you soon.” He hung up the phone and made his way to his car, starting the short journey to your house.

When he arrived to your house he found you on your bed, cuddling the stuffed teddy bear he had gotten you for your 18th birthday a few months prior.

The black, fuzzy teddy bear that he made for you at Build-a-Bear. The one that he dressed up in jeans and a red plaid flannel with a cute customized Hellfire tee-shirt on. He went so far as to make sure the jeans looked distressed and ripped and he handmade the Hellfire shirt. Gareth never hand makes anything; he hates arts and crafts, unless, of course, it’s designing D&D characters.

Did I mention Gareth Emerson is fucking whipped over you?

You looked up at him, blinking away the tears as you watched him walk into your room, closing the door behind him before he threw his bag down gently. He shrugged his jacket off, laying it on the chair by your desk before he looked at you.

You held the teddy bear tighter to your chest and rested your chin the on top of it, looking up at Gareth.

You looked pitiful.

Literally.

Tears falling down your cheeks, mascara clumping your lashes together, the sparkly eyeshadow you had on was smeared and you just had glitter all over your face.

You looked like a mess. A literal mess. Crying over Jason Carver. And somehow, Gareth was so far up your ass, so head over heels for you, so whipped over you, that still, even when you looked like this, he still found you attractive. He still wanted to call you his. He wanted to drop to his knees right then and there and beg you to be his.

He could fix you. He could help you. He could take away your hurt. He could take away your heartbreak. He could hold you tight. He could be your cure.

But, when were you going to realize?

You sniffled again, snapping him out of his thoughts. He looked at you and just sighed, not wanting to start an argument with you, but knowing he has to say something. You'll never learn if he doesn't. But, how is he supposed to give you tough love without breaking your heart more.

"Hi," you said softly, sitting up in your bed.

"I told you so," Gareth said, not even realizing he said it. He froze, looking at you after he heard the words that came out of his mouth.

No, no, no, no. You said hi and he replied with I told you so? God, he was such an idiot.

"Wow, thanks," you scoffed, wiping your eyes with your sweater sleeve.

"Hey, I'm sorry, I didn't—"

"No, you're right." You replied, nodding. "You're definitely right. But, you don't have to be a dick about it."

"I'm not being a dick." He argued defensively, crossing his arms over his chest. "I'm, just," he sighed, pacing around your room for a bit as he gathered his thoughts. He stopped pacing and looked at you, "I'm just, so fucking sick and tired of watching you get hurt. You never fucking listen to me, no matter how many times I tell you. You, literally, do not listen to anything I say and it's getting so fucking annoying! I'm so sick of running after you, of picking up the pieces of your broken heart, only to have you break it again in a week!" He said, raising his voice slightly. "God, will you ever learn?" He asked, causing more tears to form in your eyes.

"You're totally being a dick!" You yelled, throwing the teddy bear at him. He caught it in his hands and looked at you, glaring at you.

"I'm not! I'm simply trying to tell you something!" He yelled back.

"Yeah? And what's that?" You asked through tears. "That my taste in guys sucks? That I'll never find someone? That I'll be alone forever?"

"No, you idiot!" He yelled, stepping closer to you. "I'm trying to tell you that I love you!" He looked at you, throwing the teddy bear on your bed before crossing his arms over his chest. "I'm so fucking in love with you! I have been since freshman year of high school! And it's so hard watching you get your heart broken over and over and over again. It's so fucking hard watching you run after all these guys that don't give you what you deserve! I'm so sick of always being the one that helps you, and never getting anything back from you. It's just, god, you're just, a fucking idiot," he sighed, shaking his head.

You sniffled again, pausing to let him finish his little rant. You tilted your head to the side, listening to his confession. Taking his confession in. It replayed in your mind, along with all the things he's done for you over the last couple of years. And all the things you've neglected to do for him.

"You know what, I'm going to go," Gareth said, grabbing his jacket.

"You love me?" You asked softly, looking up at him. He stopped and turned back around, looking at you. "Like, you love me?" You asked, standing up. You wiped your eyes again, looking him up and down.

"Of course I fucking do." He replied, looking at you. "Why wouldn't I? You're.. like, perfect. You're so funny, you're so sweet, you're so gorgeous, you're literally.. perfect." He added softly.

You stood there, staring at him for a brief second before you walked towards him. "I'm such a fucking idiot," you repeated, looking up at him.

"Well, yeah—you kind of are," Gareth said, "but, look-" you cut him off when you wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing his lips softly. He stood there shocked for a moment before he kissed you back, his left hand meeting your waist to pull you closer to him. His right hand moved up and caressed your face gently, holding it softly.

He pulled away from the kiss and looked down at you, holding you so carefully like he was afraid he was going to break you. He blinked a couple of times, just staring at you.

He was unsure what this meant, unsure of what to do and unsure of what to say.

“You love me?” You asked again, looking up at him. He rubbed his thumb over your cheek gently and shook his head.

“No, I hate you,” he teased. “Of course I love you,” he chuckled softly. “And, god, it’s just.. been so hard watching you get hurt. I just, never knew what to say or how to say it and I always feared you only saw me as your best friend,” he admitted, looking over your face. “Like, come on, you’re so out of my league.” You scoffed and shook your head, looking up at him.

“Please, I know I look like a fucking mess right now, if anything I’m definitely out of your league.” He shook his head, looking at you.

“No, baby, you’re gorgeous.” He replied, making your heart flutter and your insides melt. “You’re always gorgeous. Even when you got that ridiculously messed up hair cut over the summer, or when you fell off your skateboard a couple years ago and had that wicked bruise up your left thigh, or when you—.”

“Okay, okay, I get it,” you replied softly, cringing at the embarrassing memories he was bringing up.

He rubbed his thumb over your lips, leaning in again for another kiss. “You’re so perfect, so beautiful, so gorgeous and I.. I love you so much.” Gareth said softly before he kissed your lips again.

You sighed into the kiss and melted, turning into putty in his hands. Deepening the kiss, your fingers played with the curls on his neck, pulling them gently. Gareth groaned softly into the kiss, pulling you towards him more, his now rock hard erection hitting your thigh.

You moaned softly, pulling on his curls tighter. He sighed, pushing you back towards your bed, breaking the kiss to gently place you on the bed. He crawled on top of you and kissed you again, rubbing his erection against your thigh, groaning into the kiss.

You groaned loudly, your hands finding their way to the hem of his shirt. You tugged at his shirt before he pulled away, looking down at you.

“Woah, woah,” he said, catching his breath. “Baby, we don’t have to do anything, I know you’re a virgin and you’re waiting for the right moment with the right person,” he said sweetly, peppering your neck with soft kisses.

“Mhm,” you hummed, biting your lip. “I found the right person and the right moment,” you replied, squirming under his kisses.

“Is that so?” He asked, smiling sweetly as he looked down at you. You looked up at him and met his eyes, nodding slightly.

“Yeah,” you replied, playing with the hem of his shirt again. “Now, uh, fuck me?” You asked softly. “Please?”

Gareth laughed at your words, pulling away to slide his shirt off. He slid the simple black Metallica shirt up and over his head, throwing it to the side. You looked up at him, running your hands over his chest and stomach gently before you leaned in and kissed him again.

His tongue ran over your bottom lip, causing you to gasp into the kiss. He took this opportunity to explore your mouth with his tongue, his right hand playing with the bottom of your sweater.

You pulled away and gasped for air, reaching down to the hem of your sweater. You lifted it up, arching your back slightly to get the sweater off of your body. Pulling it up and over your head, you threw it with Gareth's shirt before you laid back down, looking up at him.

"What?" You asked as he looked down at you, his eyes exploring your now bare torso to him.

"No bra, huh?" He asked, his fingertips grazing down your side gently. You shivered and bit your lip, shaking your head.

"Nah, don't like them," you replied, looking up at him. He nodded, his fingertips continuing to move up and down your side.

"You're, wow," he said, leaning down to kiss your neck. He peppered kisses from your neck, down to your collarbone and upper chest, leaving sloppy kisses over both of your breasts. He kissed over your left breast, biting on the skin above your nipple gently. He nibbled the skin softly before blowing on it, creating a small, purple mark.

You moaned loudly, biting your lip as your right hand moved to his hair, pulling on his curls again.

"Fuck, baby, you gotta stop pulling my hair," he said, looking up at you.

"S-Sorry," you replied, releasing your grip on his hair gently. He smirked a little, kissing down your stomach softly.

"I guess I can forgive you," he mumbled against your skin, playing with the hem of your leggings. "Can I take these off?" He asked, looking at you. You nodded, closing your eyes gently. He repositioned himself and slowly slid your leggings off, pulling them down your legs.

As soon as they were off, your thighs moved together, suddenly feeling very vulnerable underneath Gareth in only your panties. He noticed and smiled at you, moving your thighs apart gently.

"Awe, baby," he said, smiling at you. "You're so pretty," he added. He left soft kisses up and down your thighs, leaving a gentle kiss on your core through your panties.

You squirmed and whined again, looking down at him. "Gare," you whined, moving your hand to his hair again. "This isn't fair," you added, bucking your hips up in search of some friction.

"I think it's perfectly fair," he replied, standing up. You looked at him and pouted.

"What're you doing?" You asked, he chuckled and shook his head.

"Well, I kind of need my pants off if you want to have sex," he responded, undoing his belt.

"Oh," you nodded, laying your head back on the pillows. “Right,” you said, looking at him. You watched as he undid his belt and jeans and stepped out of them, before he slid his boxers down, now standing completely naked in front of you. Your eyes widened slightly as you looked him up and down, gulping slightly. “Damn,” you mumbled.

"Hm?" Gareth asked, looking up at you. You shook your head and looked back at his face, pretending you didn't say anything.

"You're, uh, you're really hot," you said softly, a bit embarrassed to be in this situation and not know what to do.

"I think that's you," he corrected, sliding your panties down gently. He kneeled in between your thighs and looked up at you. "Now, you're sure you want this, right? Because I can stop; we can stop," Gareth asked, looking at you.

"I'm so sure, please," you begged. He smiled softly and leaned down to kiss your lips. His dominant hand met your core and rubbed up and down your folds softly, causing you to moan against his lips.

He opened your folds gently with his fingers before he pumped his middle finger and in and out a couple of times. He pulled away from the kiss and looked down at you, your eyes closed as soft moans were escaping your lips.

"God, you're so pretty when you look like that," he breathed, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. He pulled his hand away and you whined at the loss of feeling, looking up at him.

"Why'd you stop?" You asked. He smiled, rubbing the tip of his cock up and down your folds gently, moving with ease with your slick. You groaned, sighing softly. "Oh, that makes sense," you nodded.

"I'm going to go slow," Gareth said, slowly sliding into you a little bit. "Tell me to stop at any point if you feel uncomfortable or if you want me to stop, okay?" You nodded again, gasping at the feeling of him inside you. His finger felt good but it was nothing like this.

You sighed, your head resting on the pillow. After a few seconds Gareth moved further into you, and again, until he was fully inside of your warmth. He groaned, resting his forehead against yours as he waited for your signal to keep going. He looked down at your face, placing a soft and sweet kiss on your lips gently.

"Hm," you hummed against his lips. "I, uh, I think you can move now." You said, looking up at him. He nodded slightly and slowly started to thrust in and out of you. You gasped at the feeling, screwing your eyes shut. "Hm, you're so big," you groaned out.

Gareth moaned softly, kissing your neck gently as he continued to thrust in and out of you slowly. "God, baby, you feel so good," Gareth mumbled into your neck. You moaned again, your hand moving to his curls yet again. You ran your fingers through his curls, tugging on them gently as you closed your eyes.

He continued to thrust in and out of you slowly, moving his dominant hand down to your clit, rubbing circles on it gently.

You gasped softly, tugging on his curls harder at the feeling. His gentle and deep thrusts, his fingers moving against your clit, it was all too much. You moaned loudly, clenching around him. Gareth groaned against your neck again, continuing to thrust slowly, helping you ride out your high.

He made a couple more thrusts before he pulled out of you and finished on your stomach, groaning loudly.

"Fuck," he mumbled, leaning down to kiss your head. He stood up and walked to your dresser, grabbing some tissues to help you clean up. He walked back to you lying on your bed and wiped your stomach clean, throwing the tissue away.

Gareth slid his boxers back on before he grabbed your panties and his shirt, handing them to you. You smiled softly at him and put your panties back on and slid his shirt on, humming to yourself as you laid back in your bed.

He moved towards you and laid down next to you, you smiled and moved towards him, resting your head on his chest. You sighed and draped your arm over his stomach, nuzzling your head into his chest. He smiled and kissed the top of your head gently, wrapping his arm around your waist as he pulled you closer to him.

"I love you, baby," Gareth mumbled softly into your hair. You smiled, leaving soft kisses on his chest.

"I love you too, bubba," you replied, closing your eyes.

"Still upset about Jason?" He asked, rubbing circles on your hip with his fingers.

"Who?" You asked, looking up at him with a smile.

"That's what I thought," he smirked, leaning down to kiss your lips again.

God, the Hellfire boys definitely won't believe him if he tells them about this.

[stabortega]

SAM CARPENTER HCS — DATING HER

Summary: What it would be like to date Sam Carpenter.

Pairings: Sam Carpenter x Fem!Reader.

Warnings: SFW & NSFW. Implied fem reader, she/her pronouns used. MDNI.

Author's note: Not much to say, look at those arms tho. 🤤

MASTERLIST.

SFW:

You've met Sam through her job (one of them).

She's a waitress at one of your favorite diners, but after seeing her face, you had one more reason to go eat there everyday.

Sam had issues and that was obivous.

You didn't knew what had happened, and Sam didn't knew if that was a good or a bad thing.

You knew something was off when you looked at her, while she was serving your morning coffee, and she would just look away.

Like if she wanted to look, but she couldn't.

One day, the diner was about to close and she was cleaning everything up, while you finished your last mug of coffee.

So, you handed her your phone number written on that 10 dollar bil that Sam swore she wouldn't keep it.

And of course, she did. She rather have 10 dollars out of her paycheck than to miss the opportunity of having your number.

Sam was scared.

Everyone who came into her life got involved into her mess, one way or another. She didn't wanted that for you.

And although she didn't even knew a single thing about you (despite the fact that you liked your coffee black), she cared deeply about you.

But after you guys started exchanging texts, she realized that all she wanted was to be herself with you.

Behind all of that protectiveness, Sam was just insecure. She just didn't felt safe anymore.

And she hated not having control of things.

Which is why you guys' first date made her anxious as fuck.

She didn't knew what do to, or what to say. She was scared to drive you away with all of her baggage.

But you, and thank god for that, took the matters into your own hands.

Being the extroverted girl you always were, you talked about pretty much everything all night. All of your favorite movies, your favorite music.

You even explained to Sam why purple was the superior color for a good amount of time.

And all of the anxiety she felt before, suddenly was gone.

Needless to say she kissed you goodnight after that amazing date.

Sam proved herself to be an amazing girlfriend, actually.

You would visit her at the diner everyday, sometimes you guys would even walk home together.

But for a very especific reason, Sam would never let you go upstairs to her place.

And you didn't knew why; she never told you.

You thought it could be her sister who didn't liked you, her friends who thought you might be weird; maybe she was a secret hoarder.

But all of the questioning came to an end when she drove you to college one day, and your friends saw her face for the first time.

"Holy shit, is that the Woodsboro girl?" One of your friends said after she left.

"Who?" You asked, confused.

"You don't know what she did? Dude, she's a murderer."

That night, you and Sam had a heated argument.

You were sad that after 6 months of dating, she couldn't even be real with you. It's like she didn't even trusted you enough.

"How would I tell this to you, (Y/N)?? No one teaches you to tell your girlfriend that you had to kill someone, god damnit." You took a deep breath, and looked at her.

"Look at me, baby. I don't care what you did, what you had to do, or what happened back in that town. I believe in you. I trust you." And that was what Sam needed to hear. From anybody. From you.

After that argument, you guys rarely fought anymore. You gave her time, and space. You understood her issues, you took care of her.

Eventually, you got to meet her friends, her roommates,and especially her sister, Tara.

And you guys hit it off right away, which made Sam so happy and relieved.

"You really like her, don't you?" Tara said, while Sam and her were together in the kitchen. Sam looked at you and Chad playing some Mario Kart together, laughing and making fun of each other while Mindy and all of the gang were laughing as well.

"Yeah, I do."

Sam is the kind of girlfriend who pretty much always wants to break up with you because her mind tells her to do so.

She's just too scared to hurt you, to bring you into her life.

But she's also very caring, being the most incredibly sweet girl you've ever met.

When she's home from work, tired, all she wants do to is cuddle you and feel your fingers onto her her.

She's just a huge softie sometimes.

NSFW:

Everything about Sam being a softie doesn't apply here.

It took you guys a certain amount of time to finally have sex.

Mainly because Sam was just insecure.

But when you finally did, you've asked yourself how the fuck could she be so insecure?

She was just that good.

Sam is a dom most of the times, like I've said; she feels safer when she's in control.

And she's a good dom, lemme tell you that.

She's the kind of dom who wants to overstimulate you so bad until you use your safe word.

She wants to make you feel the better you've ever felt.

Her favorite position is the missionary (especially with the strap).

There's something about looking at your face while she fucks you raw that just gets her going.

One of her biggest kinks is also mommy daddy kink.

And she kinda found out by accident.

You were supposed to call her mommy, just like she'd asked you.

Somehow, daddy came out instead.

And now she won't stop railing you untill you call her that again. And again.

And again.

She's VERY into dirty talking.

She could easily make you cum just by whispering all of the things she wanna do with you.

"Fuck, you like that? Look at your fucking face, you wished I was fucking your mouth too. God, you're such a slut. Your pussy is made for me to fuck."

And at that point she was fucking you so good that all you could do was nod and whimper.

Sam also prefers to fuck at your place, mainly because she's terrified that Tara finds out she has a sex life.

And let's never forget about the day Mindy has caught you two.

"Oh, my god! I am so, so sorry- Wait, is that a butt plug?"

So now Sam's traumatized enough.

And also, she has a huge toy collection that she absolutely adores using on you.

Like I've said, overstimulation is a big thing for her, and she wants to fuck you in every way possible.

And at the same time.

"Fuck, look at you... So fucking tight yet so ready for me, huh?" She whispered while she was fucking your ass with one of the plugs. "Bet daddy can make you cum just by fucking your ass, don't you think?"

But when Sam bottoms, though.

Seeing her so vulnerable, so submissive, gets you going like crazy.

Sam didn't allowed herself to be in that position for a very long time, it's safe to say she's insecure about that too. But you respected her time, her space.

And now she's a whore in bed with you.

Sam loves when you fuck her in all fours, it makes her feel like she's a dog in heat and that makes her crazy.

When you pull her hair, slap her ass, god.

She has a big mirror in her room, and something about watching you fuck her gets her so turned on.

And you knew that.

"Look up, baby. Look at your face while I'm fucking that tight pussy of yours."

Also, she has zero gag reflex. You do whatever you want with that information.

Being completely honest here, Sam doesn't really knew much about aftercare.

Mainly because all of the people she's been with never really cared enough to do it, so she was unaware.

But, of course, you taught her. And you took care of her.

And everytime you guys were done, she would look at you and ask if you were okay, if she hurt you too much.

She loved you too much to hurt you, at that point.

[vampiricnature]

Hey guys

FOP hcs under the cut

Dev Dimmadome

-has manic BPD

-curly hair (inherited from Dale)

-extremely closed off, emotionally really sensitive but is just really good at masking

-sleeps in the corner of his bed even if it's absolutely humongous

-likes futurama unironically

-favorite mlp character is sunset shimmer because she's "like, I dunno, whatever" (pretty and rebellious)

Hazel Wells

-favorite mlp character is Applejack because she's cool and strong, plus her accent

-high functioning autism!

-will debate people on whether or not ice cream is a food (it is and she always wins)

-usually when having episodes, her brother always helps her calm down, so when Dev has manic episodes she knows how to help him

Cosmo

-Bed hog

-loves slugs for no reason

-gifts Wanda moss and leaves (she loves it)

-very bisexual tbh, also uses she/her on occasion because he does drag 💪

Wanda

-genuinely enjoys Stephen King books, her favorite is Misery

-watches commentary videos about things she knows nothing about

-keeps every little trinket given to her by everyone (one time, hazel gaze her a rock with one big googly eye and Wanda put it on a shelf, and when hazel came over and saw it she started crying because Wanda displayed it)

Dale

-gay

-gay

-gay

Peri

-due to his love of fashion and his passion for helping kids, he's looked into symbols of support (he paints one of his pinkies red to show his support against csa)

-autistic because I'm him and I said so

-clicks his tongue against his teeth as his main stim (it usually hurts the tip of his tongue but he can't stop)

-scared of peacocks even though they're absolutely gorgeous to him. He just hates how they look at him

-loves fashion from all eras, but usually wears 70s/80s style clothing, with the occasional greaser look from the 50s

Jasmine Tran

-likes Katy Perry more than Taylor Swift

-had a weeb phase where she dressed in only anime merch for three months straight

-her favorite mlp character is Rarity because she's slay

-doesn't actually like musicals unless it's Disney or other animated movies, especially if the genre is pop or jukebox (like Trolls or strange magic)

Winn Harper

-avid Justin Bieber and Eminem fan

-tried roller skating but they don't have very good coordination like that, so skateboarding is much easier for them

-loves the "cool s" symbol

-says based about everything they like

-favorite mlp character is obviously rainbow dash because she's based

Anthony Wells

-ADD+OCD

-theatre lover, the kinda guy to like parody musicals (also watched scamilton and sobbed so hard because of how funnily atrocious it is)

-prefers red over blue Gatorade

-genuinely just a really good guy to everyone, naturally sweet

Irep

-Rivers is a vampire. Look it up

-uses gen alpha slang but also outdated trends like dabbing and flossing

-listens to ABBA on a daily basis, literally every night he plays gimme gimme gimme (a man after midnight) and in the morning it's Dancing queen

-only wears platforms because it makes him taller by like. An inch or two

-telle people to commit suicide on the internet for shits and giggles

-genuinely glad Peri changed his name because Foop embarrassed him and ruined his intimidating image

[ionlyeverwantedtobeyourequal]

Don’t ever tell yourself that you’re not enough, I am certain that you’re truly fine

PART ONE

Ot8 x reader

Word count: 867

Just a warning, this is my first fanfic! Does have age regression themes so if you’re not a fan, I ask that you respectfully just don’t read <3 also this will definitely have some angst

!THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION!

It had its hard days being their friend, part of it was from the hate you would receive from fans and another was how you eventually fallen for them through the years. You always liked Han, way before his debut, but you never wanted to tell him. You didn’t want to mess up the friendship you cherished with him and you also figured he wouldn’t feel the same. Now those same feelings of possible rejection only grew.

Friday quickly came, that meant the weekly game night with you and the guys. When Han told the guys how much you loved video games, Felix was over the moon and decided that once a week, we all would spend our night playing games and enjoying each others company. We all sat in various places in the living room, some were seated on the couch, some on the floor. I was seated on the floor, leaning against the couch with a controller in my hand as I played against Hyunjin who is sat next to Changbin on the couch.

“Yah! You cheated!” Changbin tells me once the match is over, showing how I beat Hyunjin in a one on one match.

I turn quickly to look at him, but before I can say anything, Felix interjects for me. “How can you say she cheated when we all was watching her?” He ask, eating a brownie. “Also, why are you speaking for him?”

Then the dorm was filled with banter, something that always happened during these nights. Han would stand, start arguing with Jeongin for God knows what. Chris would try and make peace amongst everyone, Seungmin would have his camera out recording everything, and I would just sit their laughing, not wanting to be in the middle. But tonight was different, instead of laughing, I stayed quiet.

Today was a particular hard day at work, and just like Han, sometimes your anxiety gets the better of you. But I did not feel like burdening the guys with my problems. Normally on days like this, it wouldn’t fall on game night and I can go home and regress. I knew if i passed on game night, that the guys would worry, so I tried to push my anxiety and the need to regress aside and I came here.

“That’s enough!” Chris speaks up to the guys after realizing I been quiet since the match ended. Chris’ worried eyes stay on me, but he doesn’t mention anything to me. Instead he sighs, ���Clearly the arguments are doing more harm than anything, so let’s just all watch a movie.”

“It is actually getting pretty late, I should get going.” I tell the guys softly as I stand up which makes the guys worried.

“You never leave on game night.” Minho says suspiciously, his eyes squinting as if he’s trying to read me. “And if you do, you let one of us bring you home.”

“I just have some work to catch up on.” I trying making an excuse, earning a scoff from Minho.

“That’s bullshit and you know it. Since when you care about doing work on your days off?”

I sigh, knowing he is right, but I have to leave before I have a mental breakdown. “Min, I just have work-” I start to say but he cuts me off.

“(y/n) I swear if you start giving me that excuse again, I am not going to be happy.” Minho says firmly, concern written all over his face. My eyes slightly widen from his firm voice, my mind threatening to fall into that familiar headspace. Before I can say anything, Han interjects.

“She might have just had a long day.” Minho sighs and stands up.

“Well I had a long day too but I am not making up lame excuses to try and leave.” Minho’s words cut me like a knife. I know deep down, his words are coming from one of concern, but I still can’t push past the hurt he is making me feel.

I stand there, as I see Minho walk away, my eyes filling with tears that threaten to fall. When I hear the door slam, I flinch and that’s when my tears break free. Han immediately comes hug me, holding my tightly.

“He didn’t mean it (y/n/n), Minho Hyung is just worried.” He tries telling me only for my tears to fall harder, which makes it even harder not to slip. I can’t do that infront of the guys, they’ll judge me, they’ll hate me, I can’t lose them. These thoughts keeps flying through my head, not realizing that my tears is making the guys panic since they haven’t seen me cry before, besides Jisung.

PART TWO

[maraudersidk]

Female percy weasley (persephone) is so good like trust guys.

THE DEPTH OF HER AND GINNYS RELATIONSHIP. Like its giving girl, so confusing.

Also her and molly because mother daughter relationships are heartbreaking.(that one scene from ladybird, the whole movie actually)

HER WANTING TO BE MINISTER OF MAGIC AS A WOMAN!!!!LIKE THE ANGST

Everything is better when its women. They make me sick.

ALSO HER AND OLIVER WOULD BE THE GIRL AND BOY PREFECTS😝😝😝. Like ok i see u. Rendezvous during their rounds 100%.

Also oliver would be prefect cuz he would be the only male gryffindor.

Also her leaving and having the fight with arthur would be 10x more angsty cuz thats his baby girl like she was his first daughter and she definitely was a daddys girl growing up-she wanted to work in the ministry and her dad alr did so.

Also i made up a gc that prefects and head girl/boys get their own private dorms and it has a little common room and her and oliver would sit there at night and talk (make out)

ALSO this is alr my hcs for male percy i just wanna clarify cuz it feels like if i dokt im making her into an object between them all but:

her and marcus having a cute little relationship in fourth year cuz she was tutoring him, him being nicer to oliver off the pitch cuz she asked, oliver watching them and trying to not let his jealousy show. Marcus being perse's first friend other than oliver (who she thought only hung out with her for charlie or because of her notes) him showing her how amazing and smart she really is and fighting any slytherins who made comments abt her hair or looks or clothes. Marcus building up her confidence🤍.

Them breaking up in fifth year (it was mutual no bad blood they're besties) she starts talking to a hufflpuff named daniel (OC) him being a prefect so oliver always has to deal with his presence and be hates it because as much as he tries he can't hate him because hes just so nice. Daniel noticing how oliver looks at her and seeing how she looks at oliver (she didnt realize yet) Daniel giving little hints to help her see her feelings. Him comforting her and being so understanding when she does.

THEN SIXTH YEAR HAPPENS *this one's a doozy* perse was planning on talling oliver her feelings at the beginning of the year (after about 100 letters from marcus and daniel hyping her up - marcus threatening to beat him up and daniel sayung she should get chocolates). BUT when she was about to talk to him when they got bsck to school she sees oliver accepting a date from a girl named Sophie (sephie-sophie, see what i did there) in the year below, her running away and ignoring oliver for as long as she can. Perse befriending roger davies and they decide on a no strings attached (daniel did not approve, marcus found it hilarious and asked to join). Oliver goes ok the date but ends up rambling about perse for most of it ("shes so smart", "her hair is so pretty", "shes so helpful with my quidditch plays") sophie trying to ignore it until she can't and confronts him about it at the end of the date. Oliver apologies like crazy and end up spilling the past six years to sophie (shes too nice for her own good). They end uo with a weird tension between them up until right before Christmas break they make up and give each other gifts (no confession yet). Atp roger is just perse's theapist and gives her advice while they slack off on rounds to sneak to the kitchen. Near the end of the year the stress of exams and just generally everything that happened that year and penny (roger introduced penny and perce and they're THAT duo) they end up blowing up on each other and cue angry love confession.

I don't have all of this thought out but this was a very very summurised version of what happened (theres sm more angst for perce😁) this was supposed to be a trans perce psot but turned into perciver. What can is say guys they have me in a chokehold.

I might talk more about this cuz shes consuming me and she's so me. Sorry for the rant🤷🏻‍♀️

[thoughtsforsoob]

could i request a soobin with enemies to lovers prompt? 🥹 i think i have an obsession with this trope atm

a/n: hello anon! i hope you enjoy this. i wasn't sure how i was going to write this but i made it happen! i love the enemies to lovers trope but i cannot write it for my life. please enjoy this! i hope it lives up to expectations. 

you and soobin were total opposites. he was this cool guys with a close knit friend group and lot’s of popularity. he had a set group of people that would eat lunch with him everyday. he was really smart too. he constantly made student of the month and was on track to secure the valedictorian spot for your graduation class. 

you on the other hand…you had only two friends you hung out with everyday and you lacked the popularity he had. you loved your friends group so it’s not like you were complaining or anything. you were also very smart. you were good at pretty much everything you teachers put in front of you. art, english, math, history. anything. 

this is where your story starts. you and soobin usually did not cross paths at all and if you did…it was because he was insulting your intelligence and lack of friends. he didn’t mean to hurt your feelings so deeply but little did he know, you would go home and cry into your pillow because of his hurtful words. he would put you down by both only questioning your intelligence but even your looks. saying things along the lines of, “well, we can’t all be good looking and smart”. When he’d run into you in the hall ways during passing period, he would humiliate you by screaming and then saying, “oh wait, it’s just you. i swear i just saw something straight out of a horror movie.” you would go home and curse him. how could he be so handsome and so mean at the same time? it’s not fair! 

you two were made to cross paths on this occasion because you were both called into the principals office. the principal organized this meeting to let you know you both were tied for the spot of valedictorian and that you both would have to share the honor if nothing changed with your grades. soobin took this as a threat and you, were just fine with it. he started going on about how it’s not fair that he had to share such a high honor with a girl. when you left the principals office, he let you know his intentions to raise his grades to beat you. when you just shrugged him off, he grabbed your wrist. you glared at him. “let me go! i’ll tell someone!” he sighed and rolled his eyes, “as if anyone would actually care.” he looks you up and down, “just back down. you’re too stupid to even formulate a speech to accept this award. why do you even want it so bad?” 

you pull your wrist back, “it’s none of your damn business! leave me alone. I'm not backing down and I'm not going to no matter what you say.” you turn and walk away, back to the class you had left for the meeting. he watches you walk away with a smirk. he was thinking of ways to get you to back down as he walked back to class. 

after school and clubs, he went to look for you. he was going to tell you again to back off when he noticed something strange. he was walking into the gym since he knew you’d be come with volleyball (let’s just say you play) but the gym was really quiet. among the quiet, he heard a small voice, begging the word ‘stop’ over and over. he finally recognized this voice as yours. as much as he pretended to hate you, he couldn't help but go over there and asses the situation. 

you were being back into a corner by a sophomore in your club. his name was Jake. he was much taller than you and much bigger. he’d been asking you on a date at every single club meeting for a whole month. Since he always made you feel uncomfortable and unsafe, you would always decline. he kept asking and asking until he finally got fed up and decided he was going to make you say yes. he decided to do this by backing you into a corner of the gym once everyone was gone after practice. you always stayed behind alone to clean up since your friends had to run off to their part time jobs after club. he decided today was the day and he started to back you into the corner. 

soobin hesitates but decided the right thing to do was to intervene. he walks up behind Jake and when you see him, you gasp. Jake was looking at you with a raised eye brow and suddenly feels a big hand grab his should and pull him back. “hey, Jake. what are you doing?” soobin puts on a fake smile and pat’s the younger boy’s shoulder. Jake rolls his eyes, “I'm asking her on a date and she’s not saying yes! can you believe this? who wouldn’t wanna date me?” Soobin finally stops smiling and does what he came there to do. he pushed Jake back and the younger boy stumbled, falling onto his butt. "you leave her alone. you hear me? i thought you know better than you harass girls who want nothing to do with you?” soobin grabs your hand and looks at you, “come on. let’s get any from this loser. he’s got a lesson to learn later on. i’ll be back for you.” soobin threatens. you follow soobin as he gently pulls your arm to lead you outside safely. he refuses to let go of you hand when asking if you were okay. "did he touch you? I'm sorry he did that to you.” he groan and pull your hand back.

“why do you care? you always talk shit to me. why did you even step in? you could definitely not care less about me.” you look down at the floor, kicking dirt around. you felt back for talking to him that way after he saved you but you couldn’t help it. why did he do this? he looks at you, “i wasn’t going to let him hurt you. no one deserves to be harassed by anyone. not even you.” you look up at him with softer eyes. you notice how he got shy when you looked in his eyes. you smile at him for the first time ever. "thank you. thank you for saving me from him.” he take his hands and look at him again. "are you shy?” you laugh when his face and ears to red. his body betrayed him. "hey, this is no fair, you’re touching me. how am i supposed to react when he pretty girl touches me?” 

you gasp, “pretty? now you’re just messing with me. don’t do that.” your smile turns into a frown and soobin panics. “hey! hey! I'm not kidding. I'm serious. i really do think you’re pretty. im sorry for all those times i said other wise. I'm sorry I've been such an ass hole to you. i’ve treated you like absolute shit for no reason. you’re too pretty to be treated like crap.” he panics when you start to tear up but he wipes your tears away. he goes as far as to pull you into his chest and hug you. you melt into him and hide your face in his chest. he let’s you cry for a while. 

finally, you look up at him with puffy, red eyes. “so…what now? am i gonna have to go home and cry into my pillow because you’re going to tell me you don’t like me the way i think you do?” he smiled at you and wiped your face again. “i don’t think so. i like you a lot. how about i go in there and help you finish cleaning and then i can walk you home? we can stop for some boba tea? my treat for being such an asshole.” you smile at him and hug him again. "sure. but…only if you’ll be my boyfriend.” he turns red once again and whines, “Hey! what’s with your love of flustering me?” you frown, “is that a no?” he shakes his head, “you’re already got me wrapped around your cute fingers, you know?” you smile at him and you both hug. he places a sweet kiss on your cheek and you turn red. 

[stargalaxxy]

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒⋆Confession as Sweet as Chocolate₊💌˚⊹♡

. ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁(ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)₊ ⊹I literally thought of this when listening to the English cover by Lizz Robinette. I think it's an adorable concept of reader making chocolates for Cole, this takes place during the movie. So ninja are in school and hated by the whole school and city. ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ But that's okii, bcs we love them... 𝜗𝜚

˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖

✧˚ ༘ Now Playing: Dreamin ChuChu / どりーみんチュチュ by, emon｡˚

Holding the mixing bowl close to your chest you mix vigorously to get the right texture of cream, your eyebrows knit in concentration as your tongue sticks out. It was late, at least for a school night, but sleep did not matter to you now as a certain boy plagued your mind. 

Wanting to impress Cole and for him to reciprocate the strong feelings that you felt for him, Cole has had your heart since your spring semester as a sophomore. You two spent your summer break together and have continued your friendship when school started back up again in the fall as you both walk in as Juniors.

For weeks you have been dreaming of confessing to Cole, ever since you’re feeling developed during your summer vacation together at the summer festival.

You remembered the night vividly as you and Cole sat on the grass watching fireworks as you made promises to each other to stay close together in the coming school year. How your hands wrapped together, your smaller hand clasped in his larger one, from that day your feeling grew, and you knew you had to tell Cole of your feelings.

His cool attitude and kind nature to help anyone and everyone he meets, the abundant of songs that he listens too and loved to share with you, and his general vibe just had you head over heels for him. 

You knew of his reputation and how the people at school or even city didn’t like him. But you couldn’t understand, 

He was a great guy.

“He’s with Lloyd, (y/n), y’know, Garmadon’s son” you scoff at your friend as she swiped through her phone bored of your constant gushing of the raven hair boy. “That doesn’t mean that Cole is bad, and Lloyd a great guy, and so are the rest of his friends, people just need to see that” you dreamily sigh as you stare at your phone galleries of pictures that you and Cole took during your guy’s summer vacation. 

“I just don’t want you to be outcasted, (y/n).” Your friend finally looks up with a worried look, you knew of her good intentions, but being a bystander to the constant teasing of the ninja wasn’t pretty. Your friend has seen it much more than you, but being too scared she never took too much action and looked the other way. 

“I know, but (f/n), this is what I want, Cole-“ you pause as your heart flutters thinking about your feelings and him. “I really, really like him” you walk to your friend placing your head on your bed next to their thigh. 

She sighs and drags her hand through your hair affectionately, “alright, you got my vote. I hope he’s everything that you hope for” your friend smiles genuinely as you jump up and hug them, “aaah! Thank you thank you!” you sway with her as she chuckles. 

“So, how are you going to confess?” you pause as you nervously sweat, 

“You do have a plan, right?” you hum as if you didn’t hear your friend’s question. 

“(y/n).” your friend eyes you as you finally break, “aaahhh! I have nothing!” you squeak out pouting as you fall back onto your bed dramatically.

“I’ve been thinking about this for months, w’do I do?” you stare at the ceiling as your friend begins to think. 

“Is there anything Cole likes?” she asks, shifting your gaze to her pondering. “He likes music…” your friend nods as she registers the information before a light bulb shines, “you can make him a playlist?” she suggests as you hum, “that’s not bad, but I kinda want to do something more…romantic?” you sit up as you both begin brainstorming now you felt as though if your heads got any closer they would merge. 

You gasp, “he has a sweet tooth!” you shout as your friend ponders on his interests, you both come up with the idea at the same time with a gasp, 

“Homemade chocolate!” you both shout excitedly squealing at how romantic the idea was.

So, here you were a week before valentine’s day mixing in strawberry cream into cute chocolate molds. You smile satisfied at how the first batch came out, you tasted it and had your friend taste as well, making sure they weren’t too sweet. 

Some had nuts others had cream, or caramel filling, your friend helped you find a cute bag to place them in and a ribbon to tie it together. 

“I still think there are better boys~” your friend sings teasing you, “I told you already my heart is set, and besides all the guys in school are jerks!” you retort back making your friend giggle. “Whatta bout, Chen?” your friend then cackles at your unamused face, “he’s a mega jerk, and not my type.” You began to close the mold as you place the last batch in the freezer to take form, starting to clean up before your parents see the chaos.

“You wouldn’t say that if you saw him in gym~” your friend fans herself as if to calm her blushing face, you roll your eyes as you think back to Cole during his workout sessions. “Chen has amazing muscles you must admit!” your friend lays her chin on her hand as you faced away from her blush creeping on your face. “Cole has better” you mumble as you scrape at dried chocolate on the counter. 

“What was that?” your friend smirks as she sees you jump,

“N-nothing! Hey, you said you had a bag right, can I see?” you quickly change the subjects as your friend giggles pulling the pastel-colored bag with small bears printed on it.

“It’s strong enough to hold the chocolate, and here’s the ribbon” your friend pulls out the ribbon placing it on a clean surface of the table as you admire the satin-colored, orange. “This is perfect (f/n), thank you!” you go to tackle her into a hug as she stifles another laugh patting your back like a tired mother.

“Yea yea, thank me after you confess, y’better not chicken out!” she points to you as you look away, “no promises…” you chuckle nervously smile as you finally face her.

“Geez, (y/n)” your friend sighs slightly unamused at your hesitancy, “you’ll be fine hun, just remember, that’s their plenty of fish” your friend pats your shoulder comfortingly as you silently go into your own world.

But you didn’t want another fish, this fish was a once in a lifetime, you knew it was. This fish was too good to lose, and you’d be a fool to let him go.

“Alright (f/n), Wednesday, I’m gonna confess!” you held a determined expression as they clap. “Atta girl!”

The next day you spent first period jittering on coffee as you wrote a love note to Cole to shove in his locker, you were gonna write it last night after you cleaned up the kitchen. But being as late as it was you fell asleep with your friend staying over, good thing she stayed over as she had to drag you out of bed.

“You working on the love note?” your friend asks as she lays her cheek on the cold desk surface, you nod as you finally finish. You read it over correcting any mistakes as you pass it over to your friend, “how does this sound?” you ask for her advice as you feel heavy hands on your shoulder making your scream. “How does what sound?” Cole’s voice rings into your ear as he too jumps from your scream, your friend shoves the note into her bag as you look nervously up at Cole.

Pulling his headphones down to his neck, he tilts his head waiting for you to talk, “uh-uhm…” you stutter as your cheeks start to turn pink, his hands laid on your shoulders you could feel his fingers unintentionally graze the sensitive parts of you open neck. 

Your friend being a total bestie, sits and tries to think of something, anything to save you. 

“we’re going over homework, (y/n) forgot hers so I was helping her out” your friend sounded as convincing as a convicted criminal, but for whatever reason Cole shrugs and accepts it. He turns and squats next to you taking off his headphones, “okay, so y’gotta listen to this, I found it while browsing the internet for forgotten classics of soft rock songs and this one is a keeper!” 

Cole presses a few buttons on his phone as he places the headphone on your ears as he plays the music.

Your friend couldn’t hear the music, but she can see the interactions that you two shared, with Coles sneaking glances at your face to see what you thought of his interests. To your smile when sway of your head to whatever beat was playing in your ears. It was adorable in her opinion as she smiles feeling the love radiating off both of you at that moment. 

When the song finishes you pull down the headphones, “I liked it, you always find the best music Cole” you felt calm again as you smile to Cole appreciating his share of music taste with you. 

You didn’t notice but your friend did at Coles blush, as he looks away scratching the back of his shaggy hair as a smile cracks onto his face. 

“m’glad you liked it…” Cole mumbles as his voice got quiet feeling his heart skip a beat at your compliment, “I got more if you want to listen to some during lunch” Cole suggests as he looks back to you. Your smile couldn’t get any bigger as you nod, “yea, I’d love too!” your cheerful face made Coles heart flutter as he captures the image in his mind of your pretty smile. 

He instantly stands up making you lean your head up; he looks away his hands on the back of his neck as he tried to contain his blush with a cool exterior. “That’s great, see you then” you giggle as you take his headphones off giving them to him, he takes them removing one of his hands from his neck to grab it. “Don’t get in trouble with the teachers, okay?” you tease as he was notorious for getting his headphones taken away in class. Cole chuckles as he makes his way out the class ignoring glares from classmates as he waves to you a goodbye. 

Once he was gone your friend pulls out the note and lightly pats your head with it earning your attention. “The notes fine, (y/n) you should confess to him, chocolate or not.” She smiles as you blush your nervousness returning, “b-but I can’t just confess out of the blue! I still have to work out what I’ll say to him a-and how I’ll give him his gift-“ your friend cuts you off, “it’s simple, three words, I. love. you.” She places the note on your desk noticing your still distressed face.

“Look, (y/n), I get it your nervous. But I see it in Cole that he likes you too, you both deserve each other, you both suck at hiding your feelings for one another~” your friend teases as your blush gets worst. “wh-what! Cole has feelings for me?” you point to yourself, your friend smiles, and nods, “duh, didn’t you see him blushing?” she shakes her head as you look down. “ya got this, (y/n), go for it!”

You stare at the note, your determined face returning once again as you repeat your friends’ words in your head.

Deciding to use the note you make it anonymous, placing it in Cole’s locker the next day Tuesday, deciding that you would confess a day early instead of Wednesday. You wrote to meet you on the school’s courtyard after school. A pretty scenery to confess.

You frantically grab your things as you didn’t have much time left until you had to meet Cole, “c’mon, (y/n) you’re gonna be late” your friend taps her foot as she watches you check over items to make sure you weren’t forgetting anything.

“D-do I look alright?” you turn to your friend as you did your hair and light makeup, your friend nods as she smooths out any stray hairs. “You’re fine, now stop worrying and go knock his heart out!” she lightly pushes you as she grabs your bookbag. 

“I’ll be waiting out at the gate if anything goes south, which I know won’t, but still just text me and I’ll come running” your friend smiles as she walks away from your teary face “waah, (f/n)!” you go to try and hug her just for her to block you with your bag. “Thank me later!!! Go!” your friend shouts as she runs from you before you could hug her, 

You sniffle as you make your way to the courtyard passing other people that stayed after school for clubs and such. You open the heavy doors to outside as you see pink petals litter the floor from the two big trees, you huff as you look around for Cole. You were a minute late, surely, he didn’t leave…

“hey” you squeak as Cole comes up behind you, his calm smile greets you as you stutter out a hello.

Don’t chicken out now!

You pray as you wipe your clammy hands on your shirt, you reach into your purse and pull out a tiny bag of the chocolates that you made for Cole that night. Remembering all the love and passion that you put into making them, giving your friend any of the ugly looking chocolates because you deemed them not good enough for Cole. 

You swallow as you look to Cole who was holding your note in his hand, “so, you wrote this. I thought it was a prank, at first. I wasn’t gonna show up when I thought that” your heart stops but you continue to listen, “but then I saw you and your friend at your locker, I heard what you wanted to do” his smile never left as he grabs your free hand. “But I want to hear it from your lips, what do you want, (y/n)?” your heart flutters as Cole mumbles your name, feeling much sweeter than all the other times he has said it. 

You lick your lips to find the words.

Just three simple words, right?     

“I made chocolate.” You hold out the small bag, your friend didn’t know why but she felt as though she had to face palm herself.

Cole looks down at the bag with a confused expression, his smile then returns as he holds out his hand to take your gift.

You place it in his feeling his touch s you grazed your fingers on his palm in a stiff motion. You watch as Cole’s larger hands take them from your smaller ones and delicately pulls at the ribbon making the bag open. You shift your weight to one foot as you wait in anticipation for Cole to taste your chocolates. 

He finally takes one, it was a molded heart, you remember the filling of it being strawberry cream inside the heart molds. 

Cole pops it into his mouth as he chews the mold breaks in his mouth, sweet strawberry cream lays on his tongue as he hums. Cole swallows and then smiles big before grabbing another, your own smile making its way onto your lips as you sigh in relief. 

“This is good, (y/n), you made these yourself?” Cole asks as he pops a sphere chocolate mold into his mouth, that one was caramel. 

“Y-yea, its homemade” you mutter out blushing as he continues to eat, as you watched him you were feeling more confident in confessing. “I made them because I know how much you like sweet things, I worked on them all afternoon into the night on Sunday, because I wanted them to be perfect for you.” You look to Cole seeing his attention was on you, taking a deep breath you continue. 

“I like you Cole, like, really like you. I have since the night you took me to the summer festival, ever since that night I wanted to hug you and kiss you! I want to hold your hand in the hallways and protect you when people bully you! I want to meet your family and friends and I want you to meet mine! I want cute dates and I want to make you more sweets whenever you ask for them!” you take another breath not realizing your emotions had gotten the best of you as tears fall from your eyes.

You look up at Cole with glossy doe eyes as he had a warm hand on your chin the bag empty and in his pocket as he smiles, a piece of chocolate on his lips. “I would love to do everything and more with you, (y/n).” Cole whispers the words only for you to hear as you smile sniffling you use your free hand to wipe the tears away.

“c-can I kiss you?” you whisper out as well, your bodies coming closer as you cup both your hands on Cole’s cheeks.

Cole exhales a breath as he smiles, “as long as you don’t mind chocolate breathe~” you giggle as you tilt your head your eyes begin to close as Cole follows your lead. “I don’t min-“

You stop yourself from talking as Coles lips landed on yours, the kiss was slow and soft. Tasting chocolate on his lips, you both pull away, having to stop yourself from going in again. 

You suffice with wiping the remaining chocolate off his lips. Cole embraces you pulling you into his body as he places his hand on the back of your head and his arm wrapped around your waist. Your own arms hugging him close under his arms laying your head on his chest. You both squeeze each other in comfortable silence, silently celebrating at your success in confessing.

You can feel Cole’s cheeks move to a playful smile as he breaks the silence, 

“Got anymore chocolate?” you chuckle at his eagerness to have more of the sweets you made, you nod pulling away, “a bunch, c’mon” you grab his hand and lead him out the school to your house where he can have all the sweet chocolate that he wants. Cole squeezes your hand, as you catch a glimpse of your friend, you wave, and she smiles turning away. She walks home a proud smile on her face as she caught a glimpse of your hand holding, likely going to call you later to spill the details of your confession and shout, I told you so’s. 

Cole looks to you and smile, “was your friend pushing you to confess?” he asks, you nod as you nervously scratch the back of your neck. “hah, yea, I was gonna confess tomorrow. But she told me to do it sooner, since she knew you had feelings for me too~” it was your turn to smile as Cole blushes hiding it in his hand as he looks away, “she knew…” he mumbles as you giggle grazing your thumb on the back of Coles hand assuring him.

“You fooled me, I was so nervous” you placed a hand on your heart as if to show how fast your heart was pounding.

Cole smiles as he turns his cheeks lightly painted with pink blush, “I was too, if you weren’t going to confess, I was” you gave Cole a shocked expression as he laughs. “But m’glad you did!” you groan as you both laugh at your guy’s silly feelings of chase to confession. 

“It would make for a nice story” you wink as Cole nods his cheeks darkening at the thought of telling people of how you got to be a couple, suggesting that you would be with him for a long time.

Not that he minded, he was looking forward to it.

AAAAA it's like 2 in the morning bruuuhhh, I have no business being uup. But I'm glad I finished this thought before it went poof in my mind, ˊᗜˋ But I wanna say thank you for all of the support that I have been getting for my other stories, I'm so glad that you guys are enjoying reading them as much as I like creating them! °ʚ(*´꒳`*)ɞ° Anyways, I sleep nowwww!!! ᯓᡣ𐭩 ˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖ Love, ⋆˚࿔ Karrots 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

[alittlebitofloveliness]

you should absolutely write the genderbent outsiders fic, it would be so interesting to see how many things get changed. often people genderbend one person and just turn them into someone everyone's attracted to rather than looking at character, or they do change everyone but it's still all surface level changes but from what i've seen you seem like you'd do something really interesting with it

(no pressure obviously but it's a really cool idea especially with the attitudes of the outsiders (how would the scene where they meet cherry and marcia play out for example?))

HI! Ok so I do love this idea but I dont have time to wrote a full fic with the nuance it deserves but I did write out two little scenes for it so I'll post them here! One is lifted almost directly from the book its just the genderben take on it :)

“Speaking of movies,” Dalia flicked away her cigarette butt, “I’m thinking of walkin’ over to the nightly double tomorrow night. Might find someone to fool around with. Anyone wanna come?”

Stella shook her head. “The boys are takin’ me and Soda to the game.”

She didn’t need to look at me the way she did then. I wasn’t gonna try and stick around or nothing. I liked Soda’s boy, James, well enough and sometimes they’d offer me and Dar to go with them when they went to do stuff, but I wasn’t gonna try and third wheel. I’d never admit it, because Soda really likes Stella a lot, but sometimes I hate her. She doesn’t need to be half so possessive as she is over everything all the time- and Soda is my sister.

Darlene sighed, just like I knew she would. Darlene never had time to do anything with us anymore. “I have a date tomorrow night.”

She sounded less than enthused at the prospect, and Soda and I shared a look. Ever since mom and dad died, Darlene had spent nearly every night she wasn’t working going on various dates, with each guy seemingly worse than the last- and much as she tried to hide it, it wasn’t hard for Soda and me to guess why. It kind of killed me that my once vivacious sister, who’d always been so fiercely independent, was throwing herself at every mediocre guy who looked her way trying to find someone to provide for her, for us. On her own, Darlene would never consider marriage, at twenty no less, but now she had Soda to support for another year and me for another four and we all knew her two jobs were barely covering bills already. Sometimes the guilt of it, what Dar had already given up and what she was further prepared to lose made me so guilty and sad I couldn’t stand it. I knew Soda felt the same way.

Dalia just rolled her eyes. She only went on dates when it suited her, and only to cause trouble. She didn’t get Dar’s obsession with finding a good man- or if she did, she clearly didn’t respect it. 

“What about the rest of y’all? Two-bit? Jennygirl? You an’ Pony wanna come?”

“Me’n Jenny’ll come,” I knew Jenny wouldn’t open her mouth unless she was forced to, “Okay Dar?”

***************

“You make sure she gets her ass straight home, Soda,” Darlene says, “I mean it.”

I roll my eyes and she fixes me with an icy glare.

“Don’t get huffy with me, Ponygirl. You’re lucky you ain’t grounded. You know better than to be goin’ to the movie house alone.”

“But-”

“No buts,” she fixes me with a stern glare. If it weren't for how cold her eyes are she could be real pretty with her tumble of smoky curls and delicate nose. Now though, she just looks mean, like Tamina Shepard or one of the other girls who date the gang leaders round town, “you ain’t a boy Pony, you gotta quit goin’ around actin’ like one.”

[gloriousburden]

i found ur blog like yesterday night while i was half asleep searching for idk what tag or user and one of ur takes came up, abt how u find fanfics where he's called daddy ooc and i just really agreed and i found it rare and refreshing that ur like a younger fan/gen z, like me. i was 19 not too long ago and i feel like all the younger loki fans tend to see him as some random dudebro, especially the way they get rid of his archaic manner of speaking, suddenly hes all "gonna" "wanna" lol, i get the ick especially when he says "babe" or "baby"...anyways my point is i rlly like ur acc and ur takes, and im not often on tumblr and kind timid tbh so im now a new anon on here! -nonie (idk what emoji to use for myself ahaaa)

Hi Nonie I love you 💜

Yeah, I’m 18, but I find myself completely disagreeing with a lot of the takes that Loki fans my age make. I find myself agreeing more with older/OG fans, which is why I stick to Tumblr.

That is so fucking true LMFAOOOO. I really can’t stand the way younger Loki fans see him as if he is modern human/a dudebro and not an ancient god based off of Norse Mythology. His ass would NOTTTTTT want to be called daddy. His ass would not call you “baby”/“babe.”

like I really fell in love with Loki because he was so different and was so unique from other characters. What made him stand out? Obviously how well he was written, but.. also how he was played. The way he spoke. The Shakespearean manner… AHHHHHH 😭❤️ he is really the love of my life omg 😞❤️

Younger fans tend to have the worst takes on him ever because I guess he’s one of the first fictional characters they’re getting into, and he’s pretty complex when compared to other characters so you get “Erm. He’s so innocent and never wanted to hurt anyone ever 😞” and “Also guys… he’s 17 and speaks like an anime character..” 😀

Which honestly, I actually don’t get why. I was quite young when I became a Loki fan, and I understood his character even then. Hmm, maybe some of us are just blessed with that ability idk…

I’ve always hated the fanon impression of Loki. Like did we watch the same movies? Please leave Loki alone and find another character if you’re going to mischaracterize him that much. That’s not even Loki anymore. We’ve been blessed with such an interesting and complex character, and people try and make him into something he never was.

Like why is he an Avenger who speaks like an anime character and is a daddy dom WE ARE LOSING THE PLOT! WE HAVE LOST EVERY ASPECT OF THE PLOT!

Whenever I watch any of the movies Loki is in and he speaks in such an archaic manner… AHHH *bursts into tears* he’s just everything to me. I love how he speaks and I understand that it’s hard to write it when compared to a character who speaks in a more modern manner (which tbh is why I don’t really post fics LOL), but you can at least try to keep it a little accurate 😞 AT LEAST HAVE HIM SPEAK LIKE A POSH BRIT RATHER THAN AN AMERICAN!!!

MY SHAKESPEAREAN MELODRAMATIC LOVE OF MY LIFE 😭😭😭😭😭

TikTok is hell. I don’t know if it’s because they’re not as serious about Loki as I and others are, or if it’s because they’re younger, but… the takes that they have on him are horrendous. The headcanons… the ignorance… the taking fanon as canon… the misinformation… confusing OG Loki with TVA Loki…

Loki kind of has the worst fanbase ever, I’m not going to lie.

Also his ass would not listen to Taylor Swift. JUST PUTTING THAT OUT THERE!