#because i've been too shy or didn't know what to say or was so giddy from what they said i went blank kjsdhkjhfdg

[pyjamacryptid]

youtube studio, idk how to tell you this, but "thank you! you too!" is NOT a smart reply

[cosmal]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY AGAIN 😘💋💋💋💋

cake 🍰 - sleepy kisses/cuddles with james <3

sleepy

summary you james makeout. whilst being a little tired.

content james potter x fem!reader

note thank u baby i love u

You still have your dress on when James tugs you into his bed. The silk rides up your thighs when he pulls you over his lap and lays back against the headboard. You really want to tug at his curls. You have all night.

"Never let Marlene convince me to do shots ever again," James mumbles as you work at his tie. He tilts his head up as you struggle with the knot. He yawns, smelling of fresh spearmint gum and alcohol. "They give me the hiccups." You know. He'd hiccuped the entire Uber ride home.

You finally get the tie off his head and mess his hair as you go. His top button has been undone since he left the pub. "If I remember," you run your fingers through his hair and listen to him sigh, "it was your idea," you say before you lean in to press your mouth to his neck.

You feel him shiver underneath you, the jump in his fingers as he pulls you closer by the hips. One day you expect your flesh to be moulded to fit his hands with the amount of time he keeps them there.

You tuck your face into his neck and keep it there, pleased with the sounds you pull from him. Lazy with your mouth, wet and hot kisses against his dark skin. Spending special time on the beauty marks you have memorised.

"It wasn't," he argues, voice light as air. You feel your ego swell. "It wasn't my idea- Christ, you're an angel."

You pull your lips from his reddening skin with a little pop, scraping your teeth until he breaks out into goosebumps. "I've wanted to do that all night," you admit, the last remnants of sheepishness gone now that you're alone with him in his bed. You expect James to use it against you eventually.

"Why didn't you?" he asks with another squeeze.

"In Sirius's front room?" The barest hint of your shy giggles has James smiling. All hooded eyes, a crush of eyelashes that you envy, and pretty teeth just peeking from his wet lips.

"It's never stopped him from getting it on with Remus," he says like it's a reasonable argument.

"It's his house," you sigh.

"So?"

You don't tell him it's mostly because the thought of kissing him like you are right now, around other people, makes your skin catch on fire. You can imagine it now - your face in his neck and his hands up the skirt of your dress until you can see the lace of your underwear. You much prefer it in the comfort of his flat. Without the wolf-whistling on Sirius's part.

You know James loves it like this too. Loves to get you all dizzy with it. Lazy hugs and even worse kisses. He's addicted to you like this.

You lean back in and James accepts it with a little too much tired giddiness. A low rumble of contentment deep from his chest. "Where did you learn that?'' he asks, breathing in through his nose deeply as your nose bumps the column of his throat.

"I have," you mumble, too busy under his jaw when he tilts his head upwards, "I have the best teacher."

"Fuck, baby," James stammers, voice all husky. You melt into a little puddle at the sound of it.

He scoots you both down the bed with you against his chest. "You keep kissing me like that, sweetheart, I'm gonna fall asleep."

You don't have time to argue. To tell him that's exactly what you were going for. He kisses you. Even worse than you were, and you mean that in the best way possible. Kisses that take away the little breath you have left, all shallow and desperate to keep yourself from passing out with your lips pressed to his.

You think he knows this. He whines and tries to keep your head up with his fingers under your jaw. It turns a little sloppy, his nose bumps yours and his hands turn soft at your sides.

It's not until your dress rides up some more do you remember you still haven't changed. "James," you pant. He hums. Too content with kissing your cheeks. "James, we need to get changed."

"Can't," he mumbles, ducking his head until it falls into your neck and his curls tickle your face, "can't, wanna keep kissing you. Until we fall asleep?"

"We can't baby," you giggle. All high-pitched and airy. "You're in your slacks. And a belt."

"I'll survive," he grumbles.

"Your hips won't, honey," you say and brush his hair behind his ear, scratching the skin there lightly. You realise you aren't helping. "C'mon, I'm in my nice dress. I need to put on my pyjamas."

James, extremely reluctantly, and without a few mumbled expletives, gets up from his bed. He drags you blindly with him over to the dresser.

"This is all Marlene's fault," he whines, hands in his boxer drawer, "I'm never shotting again."

"You gotta stay away from that sambuca, babe," you say with a hint of smartassery.

"I was gonna rock your world tonight," he says, stripping. You watch his muscles flex and try to keep yourself upright while putting your sleep shorts on. "But I think I'm gonna fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow."

You laugh animatedly, despite him being the funniest person you know, yawning into the back of your hand. "Rock my world in the morning, Jamie?"

"And the afternoon."

[listofwhyyouloveher]

Hiii I was wondering if you can do all the greasers with a s/o that doesn't talk at all only for one day they just spoke like normal drink lots of water dear 😘🫶🏽

Summary: The Outsiders x Silent!Reader

Warnings: none

Author's Note: thanks for the reminder to drink water, been feeling a little sick lately

You were not a talker, the whole gang knew that. The best they'd get out of you is a chuckle or a word or two. So when you're out with one of the gang and you're nonstop talking, imagine their shock!

PONYBOY CURTIS

It started when he got you a milkshake from the DQ, you smiled and thanked him and that was that. Imagine his pleasant surprise when you asked him how his day was. He eased into the conversation, unsure on how to talk to you, but he found you easygoing and fun to be around. There was always hesitancy in his voice, like he didn't want to scare you back into your shell, but really enjoyed your conversations and when he dropped you off at home he asked if you wanted to do the same thing next week.

JOHNNY CADE

Johnny understood your wish to be quiet. He felt it too, although not on the same level. It was a quiet night on the lot where you and Johnny spent a lot of night together when you suddenly spoke.

“I think I saw a bunny over there” you whisper quietly and point at a bush.

“Do you like rabbits?” he asked, expecting a simple nod but when you opened your mouth and started rambling about your favorite animals he was giddy with excitement. He complimented your voice once, but saw how shy that made you so he laid off and started asking you about your favorite things to get you chattering more.

SODAPOP CURTIS

Soda usually let you hangout at the DX with him while he works because you don't get in his way and talk too much. He was just fixing up a car from underneath when you asked him a question.

“What're you doin?” He nearly bumped his head trying to get out from under the car quickly. He had a huge grin on his face, excited that you used your voice to express interest in what he enjoys.

“Just fixing up the axle of these tires” he said, “if you have anymore questions, just ask” you nodded and started to asked a slew of questions, Soda was almost overwhelmed if it wasn't for the fact that he was hanging onto each note of your voice, savoring this rare moment.

STEVE RANDLE

Steve doesn't really talk much without Soda either, so when your sitting at the drive in in silence you get an overwhelming urge to start conversation.

“What're you doin tomorrow?” You ask quietly. He smiles,

“Longest sentence I've heard you say in a while” he teased and you smile awkwardly. “I'm not doing anything, what are your plans?” He asked, trying to prod more conversation out of you. You happily obliged and started to tell him about your plans from beginning to end. Steve can't help but feel happy that you've talked to him for so long, and he definitely knows he's gonna brag about this to the rest of the gang.

TWO BIT MATTHEWS

Two-Bit had invited you over to his house for the day to help with his sisters. They were respectful and cute and got excited when you came in. They started by asking you a sea of simple questions to which you only curtly replied to until you started to warm up to them. When they had you talking about certain events in your life, you started getting more talkative. Two Bit was watching from the side in awe and he quickly sat down next to you. He started trading stories with you, anecdotes from the past or plans for the future and that was how you spent your whole day talking to Two-Bit and his sisters.

DARRY CURTIS

Darry had invited you over to cook one of your favorite dishes with him for dinner. You originally had a recipe paper but had lost in on the way to his house. It took a little bit of confidence but you eventually warmed up to the idea of instructing verbally. The moment you started, Darry blinked at you for a few seconds before smiling.

“Yes ma’am” he chuckled, readily following your instructions.

When he served up the dish later, he nudged you with his elbow.

“How many more recipes like that do you have?”

DALLAS WINSTON

You were at Buck's with Dally for a party. Your drink glass was drained and you were craving another so you turned to Dally trying to ask him for another drink using hand gestures. He wasn't getting the message so you tried to ask him verbally, however the music was too loud and you were getting frustrated. You grabbed him by the collar and yelled into his ear,

“CAN YOU GET ME ANOTHER DRINK?”

He looked at you shocked for a moment before laughing,

“Didn't know you had that in ya, dollface” He picked up your glass,

“‘S long as your willing to talk to me more, I'll get you drinks any time you ask.”

You rolled your eyes but a small smile settled on your face.

[hi-i-love-u-bitch]

Okay I see your "if Hobie and Noir meet they would be besties and punch nazis together" and I totally agree with that! But also consider:

Hobie is Spider Noir's biggest fanboy!

Like in the comics he's like a HUGE Gwen Stacy stan and he's such a goofy little dork about it. In ATSV him and Gwen's relationship is more like chill friends, and I'm okay with that. But I think it be so funny that when Hobie was recruted into Spiderverse society and Miguel was showing him all the other universes with the different Spiderman variants he pauses by the computer screen with that one gritty black and white universe cuz he just saw some guy in a fedora and trench coat PUNCH A FUCKING NAZI!!! WHO IS THAT GUY?!?! HE'S SO COOL!!!

He asks Miguel a million and one question about the guy and when the old grump annoyingly shoos him away he asks Peter as he briefly met him during that one incident in Miles is dimension. When that still isn't enough he asks Lyla to tell him everything she knows on Noir. Now obviously Lyla has no obligation to do this but she's also never seen Hobie this giddy and excited over something other then music. Its adorable, he's almost like a little kid wanting to know everything about their favorite cartoon. Also she low key likes to annoy Miguel and Hobie's rebellious spirit that gets under her straight laced boss is skin which is hilarious.

You know when Gwen first met Hobie she was a bit intimated cuz he just had that "too cool" vibe about him. But as soon as she mentions that she has worked with other Spider people before, which includes Noir, he did a whole 180 and became a complete dork!

Hobie: Get out, you actually met him! 🤩

Gwen: Uh, yeah?

Hobie: How was he like? What did he say? Did he talk about fascist corruption that not only plagued the system back then but even now as well? Was he super cool during the fight?! 😃🤩💫😻

Gwen: ..........He was nice.

Hobie: That's so rad! ✨️🤟🤩

I also feel like, aside from Miles, Gwen keeps in contact with the other Spider peeps from the first movie and tried to recruit them into the Spider society but obviously Noir and Porker didn't join. Porker because he’s a cartoon that follows "toon logic" and Miguel's ideologies are too serious for his taste. And Noir because, and I quote: "The last I heard of a secret society designed to 'keep the peace for the greater good of humanity at any cost' a whole world war came about it. I know fascism when I see it, kid."

Gwen relays that message to Hobie when explaining why Noir isn't joining and Hobie's response to that is: "He gets it! He just like me fr! 😭💕"

I think it be really cute that in the next movie when they finally meet Hobie is kinda awkward and shy. Like this guy has never respected an adult in his life (at least not any that didn’t deserve the disrespect) and with Noir his all like "Hello sir" "How are you sir" "It's very nice to meet you sir!" And Noir is actually just a really nice guy if a little broody but he's heard so much about this kid from Gwen and how much of a good friend he's been to her so Noir already likes him on principle.

Hobie: Uh Mr. Noir-- Parker, sir! It is such an honor to meet you! The work you do in your universe is amazing and I hope to learn more while working alongside you however briefly.

Noir: Ah, Peter is just fine really, or Noir if it gets to confusing. No need to be so formal, we're all on equal footing here. I've heard a lot about you and your world as well from Gwen. Although it does sadden me that such a young man has to take on the burden of saving the world from such a corrupt society yet again, you're going about it quite well. War is hard and ugly and violent but you are amazingly brave to be able to stand up for what is right in the face of it all. If anybody is honored here it is me, for being able to meet such a remarkable young man like you. And knowing that my friends have made such honorable allies in the midst of all this chaos.

Hobie, externally: Yeah, it's whatevs 😎

Hobie, internally: Dont cry dont cry dont cry dont cry dont cry dont cry dont cry dont cry YOURE GUNNA LOOK SO UNCOOL IF YOU CRY IN FRONT OF HIM NOW 😭💕😭💕😭

I just think it be really cute if they had a wholesome father-son sort of relationship where they shit talk corrupt government systems and punch fascists together. You know, regular father-son bonding!

(Also I think that's another reason Miguel didn't invite Spider Noir to the Spiderverse, cuz he knew that both of these menaces together would cause a bigger headache than its worth 🤣🤣🤣)

[bellafragolina]

Raihan setting up a curvy female!reader with Leon on a blind date for a treat? I've had the idea for ages but between work and school, I'm too lazy and preoccupied to write it 😭. Thanks so much! ❤

you got it dude!! one simping leon coming right up!

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Leon isn't sure why he agreed to this. He sinks into his seat some as the patrons of this little hole-in-the-wall restaurant gaze at him, whispering to one another. He's lucky it's more of an adult establishment, with folks kind enough not to walk up to him and ask for an autograph.

A blind date, Raihan called it. He had sworn up and down that the woman he knew would be a perfect match for Leon. But Leon doesn't know if he believes it, no entirely. He trusts Raihan's judgement, but he knows the tendency for people to only see Champion Leon. They sometimes didn't care for the man beneath the title and the crowned snapback.

But, Leon has to admit he does feel a little lonely, and he does want a relationship. He wants the domesticity and the butterfrees and the flowers that come with it. He hopes whoever this woman is, she wants something similar with him and not just the Champion.

When you walk into the restaurant, dressed how Raihan told him you would be, Leon feels his heart stutter and trip over itself. The outfit you chose suits you well, better than anything he could've imagined, hugging the curves of your body and accenting the way your hips gently sway when you walk.

You spot him, and stop in your tracks, your eyes wide with shock. But then you split into a warm, albeit shy smile. You make your way over to his table, and you settle into your seat.

"Hello." You greet, chuckling to yourself. "Doesn't Raihan have a way with words? You're the last person I expected to find in that chair."

Leon laughs too, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, but he said it'd be worth it." He glances up at you, grin boyish and lopsided. "And I'm starting to think he's right."

A blush blooms across your face, and Leon chuffs up, pleased.

You spend the dinner together, and Leon finds himself growing more entranced. You talk about life, friends and family, hobbies and Pokémon. Leon waits for your questions about his job, the money and celebrities he knows, but you don't press him on any of it. You leave your questions casual and open ended, letting him decide what he wants to talk about. And Leon likes it, a lot.

He likes how interested you seem in his family, how you laugh at his silly stories and coo at the baby pictures of Hop he shows you. In return, you talk about Raihan, how the two of you met and how annoying the man has been, bugging you about going out with a friend of his.

"He said you and I would get along," you tell Leon, sipping your wine with a soft huff of amusement, "because we're both sad sacks moping about wanting relationships."

Leon snorts. "Rich, coming from him!"

"Right? He's got a lot of advice for someone chronically single."

Leon grins, eyeing the hand you lay on the table as you set your glass down. He taps his fingers on the tablecloth, now somewhat strained by the meals you had, and inches his hand closer to yours.

As you continue to talk, some playful teasing towards Raihan, Leon slides his finger tips over your own fingers, tracing the valleys between your knuckles, before settling his palm over your hand. His had engulfs yours, but its warm, calloused. It feels safe.

You smile at him, twisting your hand so your palms align, tracing along the veins of his wrist.

Leon blushes, but he's too giddy to care. He doesn't want this date to end, even though the waiter has dropped off the check.

"Hey!" He says, a bit to loud. It earns a few glances from the nosier of the other patrons, but you just cock your head, nodding for him to continue. "Um, let's go hit one of the parks. I wanna meet your Pokémon."

Your eyes twinkle in the low lights of the evening sun. "Here, I'll do you one better." The squeeze of your hand in his makes his heart flip-flop again. "Why don't you come over? You can meet my Pokémon, and I'll meet yours too, yeah?"

Leon is nodding before you even finish your offer.

And if people see you both walking out of the restaurant, Champion Leon's hand following the curve of your hip? If the press posts pictures tomorrow of the mysterious woman seen taking the Champion Leon home with her? He doesn't care. Not if it means getting to spend more time being just Leon with you.

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hope this is something like what you would've written! show me if you ever write it too!! i'd love to see how they compare!!

~Renee

[melanieph321]

heyy i love your writing and just wanted to say i appreciate your work💖

my request is something like you are best friends with fermin (or gavi) and he’s madly in love with you but you don’t know about it so when you start seeing someone (possibly another footballer) he gets jealous and does something outrageous like posts a story with a photo of yours which is odd considering he’s never done it before and the person you’re seeing gets mad and you also get mad because it’s obvious he’s doing it for another reason and have an argument with him when he confesses his true feelings in a moment of weakness which causes you to take a step back but you soon realize you’re actually more into him than you knew and go to him late at night and make out

i don’t know if this is something you’d be interested in but i’d love to read it

SEVEN DAYS OF REQUEST (DAY 2)

Ugh, I hate you for making such a good request. Took me all day to finish this. And I had to make it a four part series since I put my own spin on it. Hope that's okay.

Fermin Lopez x Reader - You or Me Part 1/4

Part 2 part 3 part 4

Enjoy!

It was just a silly youth camp for all the Barca Academy's boys and girls. How it turned out so ugly, you had no idea.

It was a Friday morning when all of the players were put on a bus to a Boot Camp four hours outside of Barcelona. You were thankful that the academy boys did not share the same bus as the girls, but trailed in their own vehicle not too far behind. However it was bound to get messy at the camp grounds since the girls and boys were sharing the same hotel.

"Who are you texting?" Camilla asked.

"No one." You muttered, but nudged your phone out of her view.

"Come on, don't be shy, tell me who you're texting."

You perked up, peering over your seat to make sure that none of the other players could hear you. "Okay but promise not to tell anyone." 

"I promise." She grinned, giddy with excitement.

"Alejandro Garnacho."

"What! You little…"

"Shhhhh!" You exclaimed, slapping your hand against Camilla's mouth. However, 

that did not stop her from running her mouth behind the palm of your hand.  

"Huh?" You frowned, her mumbles inaudible. You removed your hand.

"I said, doesn't he have a girlfriend now?"

"And a baby." You nodded.

Camila gasped. "You slut!" 

"Relax." You said, leaning back in your seat. "We're just friends and you know that. We've been friends forever."

"Yes, but before that you had the biggest crush on him, no?"

"Yes, but that's in the past. He's happy in England with his new family. I told you about last summer, didn't I? Garnacho and his girlfriend let me stay with them while I was over there trying out for Manchester United's U21 youth team. Garnacho and I have become really close since then. Close friends." You added, before Camilla could call you a slut again. 

The two of you sat back in silence. The road ahead was bumpy and almost made you car sick. Good thing you and Camilla were seated up front where you could see the road. You dreaded sitting in the back, since some of the girls thought it would be funny to make faces at the boys bus trailing behind you. They were having a laugh, however you found it very annoying.

"Did you hear that Fermin and Gavi are joining us on Saturday?" Camilla said.

"Hurray….." You mumbled and kept scrolling through your phone.

"I know." She snorted. "They've gotten pretty stuck up since they started playing for the first team, but I've heard that they're holding a seminar on mental health. It could be fun?"

"Mental health?" You put down your phone to glance at Camilla. Her lips twitched into a smile seeing your not-so-convinced expression. "I know Fermin Lopez of all people is not holding a seminar on mental health." you laughed. "That boy has caused me nothing but severe anxiety and depression and now he wants to talk about mental health? I guess pigs do fly."

"I dunno." Camilla shrugged. "Don't you think he has matured since he started playing for the first team? I know Gavi has."

"Please, don't get me started on Pablo Gavi." You sighed. "Fermin and Gavi were the worst of the worst when they were playing for the academy. Don't you remember Boot Camp 2019?"

Camilla chuckled. "Whatever you say. I for one am excited."

And she had the right to be. No one enjoyed drama more than Camilla. This year's Boot Camp had nothing but drama.

Part 2

Part 3

part 4

[teddybeartoji]

MICKEY BEAR !!!

what was your first kiss like with toji and sukuna ? i was gonna ask something freaky but i’ll save it for another time

LANIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM ABOUT TEN MILLION BILLION YEARS LATE TO THIS BUT THEY JUST POPPED INTO MY HEAD AND NOW HERE I AM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OKAY SO . i'm giddy alreadyHGASGHDGADHGAGHS OKAY OKAY OKAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MIJI FIRST EVER KISS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

we never had any proper dates prior to dating so it happened very spontaneously. we were just having a good old movie night at my place (nobody is surprised), we were sitting on the couch - side to side, thigh to thigh with my head on his shoulder. but i just... well he looked very fucking good that night. he looks handsome every day but idk maybe i was ovulating or something i just could NOTTTT stop staring at him.

and so toji being toji, he tried to tease me for it, right? he made some stupid comment that i did not even hear bc i already knew i was going to go for it. i can be very impulsive sometimes and this was one of said times.

so i just went "can i kiss you?"

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lani.. when i fucking tell you... he went so red in the face OHHHMY GODDDDDD i've never wanted a man as much as i wanted him in that very moment. i think i managed to catch him very off guard which i feel like is relatively hard to do and wahhhhhh it was very cute. big big man all flustered and shy because of meee:33333333

anyway he cleared his throat while not looking at me btw he tried to avert his gaze at all costs but well unfortunately for him i'm some kind of an eye-contact freak so i just kept on staring at him with hearts in my eyes lmao

but then ofc he folded. the kiss was very sweet. nothing like you'd expect. he does get a bit more timid when it comes to a person he really likes yk? and we just didn't want to rush anything so after the first few pecks, i did end up climbing onto his lap but it never went any further than that.

(we both wanted it to go further,, like he definitely went home with a raging boner)(maybe he jerked off in the car.....................)(okay no focus mickey)(anyway we again just didn't want to rush it at all so we forced ourselves to hold back a bit)

i've had to make all of the big first moves in this relationship hgsdhgahgdhgashgd WHICH I'M TOTALLY FINE WITH BTW bc he just needs a little push sometimes. at the beginning of the relationship he was just a bit more mmmm scared to go too far and scared to push me away so he just held back on everything. but when i started showing him the way and i started telling him how much i fucking like him then he started taking the lead more aswell. i love him lani i'm totally rambling idk if any of this makes any sense but i just need you to know that i love him okay he's very important to me

AND SUKUNA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! he kisses me mid ramble😭😭😭😭 i think i might've seduced him with my loserness.. overall the setting is literally the same as it was with miji - we're just at my place, we're just having some takeout and we're bickering while lounging on the couch aaaand so i had been talking his ear off about this new film and i'm just yapping and yapping and i look over to him and he's just staring at me and i get nervous as fuck so now i'm there stumbling over my words and everything. he pokes fun at me for it but then just urges me to finish what i had to say .

and so i pushed up my glasses and started up again aaaand about a minute later he's kissing me and i'm just sitting there like O . O wiat . HE CAUGHT ME SOOOOOO OFFF GUARDD PLEASEEEE i got so red in the face he still teases me for it but let's just ignore that okay...

(is this how toji felt omfg...................)

he pulled away for a second and then we just . stared at each other for a few seconds before LUNGINGGGG at each other,, it was like something out of a movie i won't even lie it was very hot:333333333

everything escalated very fast from that point on lmao he's fucking insane i literally could not walk the next day ???? he thought that was very funny btw😒😒😒

(btw our first kiss song is kiss you all over by exile i cannot stop thinking about it i think it's so perfect for us)(this is like the background music for our little scene lmao)

ALL IN ALL I FUCKING ADORE BOTH OF THEM SOOOO SOOO MUCH AND I THINK FIRST KISSES ARE EVERYTHING!!!!! NO MATTER WHETHER THEY'RE MOVIE TYPE OF KISSES OR JUST PECKS OR MAYBE IT'S LIKE A BAD FIRST KISS IT DOESN'T MATTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IT'S STILL SPECIAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i love them sm talking abt this made me very very happy so thank you sm lani my angel:(((((((( i love you

[marshmallowprotection]

Mystictober Day 23

Mystictober 2024 | Day 23: Saeran/RayxMC/Ice Cream

How could you not be enamored with the guys who worked at your family's B&B? They were kind, snarky, compassionate, sweet, and... perfect. They were perfect in every way imaginable, even if neither of them could believe it when you whispered it so gently into their ears.

You knew they hadn't lived easy lives, but that didn't mean they were going to spend the rest of their life struggling to find the means to be happy again.

You would stand with them so they could find the promised return of happiness they dreamed of.

Of course, you were already as happy as can be with them. There was no place sweeter in this world than when you were able to catch Ray off-guard and sweep him off his feet into a kiss to remind him to take a break. There was no place spicier in this world than when you took Saeran by the arm and peppered his face in kisses to ensure the break he took rejuvenated his energy levels for the rest of the day.

It only took a few heated kisses from their favorite gardener to make it to the end of the work day.

Your motivation to make it to the end of your work day was the same, more or less, because surviving your shift meant you could take your boyfriends home and cozy up on the couch for the rest of the night... and what better joy could you experience than that? Even if one was near and the other was far, you were still happy to be with them.

Ray and Saeran were your world now; You certain you were their world, too.

"You look giddy today," Saeran commented as he greeted you in the doorway. He was in the process of putting on his jacket, but it wasn't long enough to hide the dress he was wearing. They'd run out of the pants that went with the other uniform, and Ray insisted it wouldn't be a bother to wear the dress when he took the first. Ever since that day, they hadn't bothered to ask for pants to change into.

They kept the dress.

It complimented their features.

Sure, they wore stockings to cover their legs but you could still see the creeping lines on their right side. The accident they suffered at that horrible place... they carried it with them every day, but you'd never seen it as a mark of anything they did wrong. You saw it as a mark of survival against all odds. You never hesitated to say that if they needed to hear it again and again.

"It's because I can't wait to take you home, my sweet little maid," you replied. Saeran raised a brow at you, but you paid it no mind as you slid closer to him, and let your wandering hands rest against his ass. "Don't think I haven't seen the way you've been purposefully leaning over to flaunt this peach at me. I know the difference between your work styles, Saeran. Ray's too shy to let me gawk at him the way you always invited me to stare at you."

That drew laughter to his lips. He cupped your hands in his hands and sneered, "What makes you say I've been tempting you all day, huh? That's a bold claim. You don't have any proof to back up those claims. Who's to say I didn't decide to do that after lunch?"

You gave him a sharp look. "You were my lunch, Saeran, or did you seem to forget that?"

He stole a kiss from your lips and smiled, "I want to be your dessert, too."

[pseudowho]

happy christmas to you, haitch, and to your beautiful family!

i feel a bit silly for overthinking how to say this, i really want to write a message to thank you. i know i’ve sent you one not so long ago, but i just feel like words can’t fully express how much your posts, stories, and answers mean to me.

even though i don’t know you personally, you truly inspire me. you motivate me to do more and be more, and whilst social media can sometimes make me feel inadequate, you have the opposite effect.

oh, and since i’m here, i just finished reading „the watchmaker,“ but i need to read it again because i kept putting my phone down whenever nanami made me feel shy and giddy. i think it will join „grey,“ „fire and iron,“ and papamin writings on my favourites shelf. your stories have been wonderful company, and i feel so much warmth in my heart whenever i read about him. thank you for taking the time to write them, especially when you're so, so busy!

also, i'm really excited for you and your family in your new house! i gasped when i saw see your post about sharing pics soon (☆□☆) i love interiors! i hope that doesn't come off as creepy.

and i can't wait for you higuruma fans to see him animated; i'm already so happy for all of you!

thank you for being so kind and brightening my dashboard! i apologise if my message seems all over the place.

wishing you and your wonderful family a joyful holiday season and a happy new year! may the christmas spirit fill your hearts and home with peace, happiness, and good health!

-abbie (´˵• ᴗ •˵`)✨

This is so fucking lovely. Thank you, more than you know.

Honestly, writing on Tumblr has been such a wonderful outlet for me, too. Being able to not only discover a new talent, but to find a lot of peace in something that brings so many others joy, feels like such a prize. I know that not many people are lucky enough to have a hobby that's so profoundly rewarding.

While I don't particularly find I need the validation element of people loving my writing here, I've always been someone who finds a lot of joy in making people happy. And making people happy with stories? It feels like a dream I didn't know I had, come true.

So, no, you're not creepy. It's obvious you're totally sincere about this. I don't feel like I deserve it. But I'm ecstatic that I can bring you happiness.

I only wish I had more time! Post-Christmas, life should begin to return to normal for us, here.

Thank you again. I don't know what to say to something so gorgeous.

Love, as always,

-- Haitch xxx

[aliypop]

Anyway You Want Me: Chapter 3

Word Count: 2,667

Writers Note: I abandoned this fic, but I'm rewriting it now that I've expanded on Cecelia and Elvis, This is an au idea as stated last time! Well let us try this again

Warning: None so far except for language and historic language

Pairing: POC OC x Elvis

Plot: In 1953, in Memphis Tennessee, Cecelia and her mother Denise Valmos move to Shelby County as Her mother Calpurnia's Nashville home is going through renovations, but when asked to keep a low profile by her mother, Cecelia makes friends with the quirkiest, shy, yet charming kid in class, at least Friends is what she'd call them.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

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Memphis, Tennessee, Saturday, May 1953

"When are you going to see him again?"

"Tomorrow, after church," She blushed, sitting on the couch as she swooned. Cecelia didn't have a crush at all. Besides, he was her friend, and friends don't crush each other. At least, she didn't think so,

 "So what else did you two do,"

"We went dancin," She giggled, "We saw Beale Street." Clutching her heart as she began to dance around. Oh, she was lovesick,

"Then what happened, Booby," Gladys asked as she was mopping the floor, 

"Then we talked, he smiled, "And when she talked, well..." He blushed as she looked up at her son, 

"Well?"

"I believed everything she said I could be." He sighed. He was giddy and wishful, 

"Mama,"

"Hmmm?"

"I think I got a thing for her." He laughed, "I mean today. We were at Lanksy's. She had me try on stuff 'cause she believed I-I could buy it one day!" He laughed,

"Sounds like someone you'd want around you." She kissed his cheek as he smiled,

 "Well, good night, mama."

"Night." She winked,

"So, what's that all about?" Vernon asked as Gladys chuckled, 

"Elvis is in love." 

"Again..." 

Memphis, Tennessee, Sunday, May 1953

Cecelia was in the kitchen baking snacks for when Elvis came over. She'd been out of her church clothes and wearing a blouse and pink. Humming a tune as she was whisking away at the brownie batter. Everyone also appreciated her pastries, especially her brownies. "You've been baking up a storm, haven't you?" Denise looked at the flour on her daughter's face, a sigh from when she'd do the same thing. 

"Well, did you give him your address..." Cecelia paused as she heard the phone ring. She'd hoped it was him because she clearly forgot to do so. 

"And Who's this calling..." Denise said, 

"E-Elvis M'am."

"Cece, it's for you." Cecelia rushed to the phone as she answered, "El, hi!" She blushed as Denise shook her head, laughing, 

"Cece, so uh..."

"I know. I forgot to give you my address." She said. Telling him as he wrote it down, 

"So, do you need me to bring anything?"

"Just yourself," 

"Val, you sure?"

"Pres, I've baked treats and made lemonade." She smiled as he shook his head. Was it too soon to say he'd want to marry her? or was he just simply hungry. 

"Alright, I'll be there." 

"See you." She was giggling and twirling her hair as her mother cleared her throat, 

"Oh! Uh!"

"You like him, don't you."

"A-As friends..."

"C..."

"Okay, okay, a little." Denise looked at her, "A lot." Cecelia blushed. A few minutes later, a knock on their door and Denise went to answer it. Standing there was the cutest little button of a teenager she had seen. He had a somewhat choppy haircut, the cutest blue eyes, and he was a bit pimply, but he was dressed nicely, but he must have been in the wrong neighborhood. After all, this was the black suburbs,

"Hello, Mrs." 

"Mrs. Denise and you are?"

"El, you made it!" Cecelia blushed. So this was Elvis. Denise chuckled a bit as she shook her head. Seeing them interact. It made sense. They'd make a cute couple, but it was also 1953, so that wouldn't be so likely.

"I'm Elvis. I uh bought a pie, my mama refused, I come empty-handed." He smiled as Denise's heart melted. He was so sweet already and nothing like the guys Cecelia had liked in the past. 

"Well, I'll be in the basement working on some things. If you need me, call." She smiled as they nodded,

"Your mother looks familiar." 

"Oh, does she?" Cecelia began to sweat, hoping he wouldn't ask her a question she didn't want to answer, "Yeah, but I can't trace it," he shrugged, "So about last night?"

"I had a great time." Walking to the dining room, which was furnished with a few of her mother's awards, Elvis glanced at them as he put his attention back on her. 

"Me too." He smiled. Sitting at the kitchen table, watching her, "I'd like to hang around you more." She smiled, making him a plate of pastries, "You should come over sometime for dinner!" Elvis smiled. His parents would have loved to meet her. After all, he'd been talking about her for two days non-stop. 

"I'd like that!" 

"And maybe you'd like to go to prom with me?" Cecelia froze as she was trying to figure out how to respond, putting his plate in front of him as he looked at her face. He seemed doubtful until he heard her say, 

"Oh, Elvis!"

"Is that a ..."

"Yes, I'd love to. We could wear pink together!" She said as Elvis laughed. He loved her enthusiasm and her energy. And he also loved her brownies, reaching for another as he kept eating. 

"Unless you don't wanna wear pink," pouring a glass of lemonade into a crystal glass as she was getting excited, "We could do purple or white, or-" Elvis kissed her cheek. He was feeling bold. Scared, she almost dropped the glass, and he caught it. 

"Pink is perfect, Cece." He smiled, 

"Did you kiss me on the cheek?" She asked. 

"Yes, I did." 

"Mhmm..." She kissed him on the cheek as sweet revenge until she landed in his lap. Her temperature rose as she looked at him, 

"Hiya..."

"Hello." He took in the features of her face as she did the same, the two leaning in closer and closer.

"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE!" Midge shouted as Cecelia broke apart from Elvis,

 "He had dust in his eye!" She panicked, Elvis laughed at the lie as Midge rolled her eyes, 

"Names Midge and you?"

"Elvis Presley." He stuck his hand out towards her, and Midge shook it, "I won't tell your mother that you two were gonna go to Makeout City if you pay me in those cookies."

"We were not! We're just friends!" Cecelia shouted as she got up and gave her the plate, Elvis laughed. They were indeed friends, for now. "We're prom dates." He smirked as Midge nodded, 

"Let me ask you a question, kid."

"BB King or Frank Sinatra,"

"BB King, Easy!" 

"I like this kid," Midge winked as she kept walking, 

"So..."

"That's my mother's assistant. She's like a sister to me." 

Memphis, Tennessee, Monday, May 1953

"So, did you ask her?" Red asked as Elvis nodded, a few of his friends gathering around him in the hallway, 

"And..." 

"She's my prom date." Elvis smiled. 

"Well, I wanna meet her. You keep calling us about her," Darla said, as she rolled her eyes, "Oh, here she comes." Red smiled as Cecelia walked in, her skirt swaying in motion. She smelled like roses. Her hair was in a bumper bang and a ponytail. A few of his friends figured she was way out of his league. She was beautiful, charismatic, and brave for breaking barriers. 

"Hi, I'm Cecelia," 

"Darla, this is, Betty, and-"

"Red West?" Cecelia smiled as he nodded, "Elvis told me a lot about you yesterday,"

"Yesterday?"

"Yeah, we hung out at her house," Elvis said as they snickered. He had to be lying. 

"Oh, speaking of! Here's those Captain Marvel Jr comics I promised."

"Thanks, Cece." They all nodded, noticing her Jay Garrick lunchbox. It all made sense now. 

"So, you two going study or..." the pair blushed as Elvis's hand brushed against Cecelia's, her cheeks flushing, "They're together, but they don't know it yet..." Red whispered. Walking to class, Cecelia still got a few stares, but she didn't care. She had something that they wished they did, friends. 

"So you think you'd like to come for dinner tonight?" Elvis asked as Cecelia whispered back.

 "It's a school night..."

"I know, I know, but they want to meet'cha." He smiled,

"I suppose I could." Cecelia smiled,

When the bell rang, Cecelia dashed to her house to tell her mother the news, "I'm having dinner at Elvis's house!" She shouted as Denise poked her head out of the kitchen, "I'm glad. I'm having dinner with Cab tonight. So take Midge with you."She smiled as Cecelia groaned. Midge came from the basement as if she were summoned. "Does the kid's parents know you're not exactly uh-"

"Midge!" Cecelia sighed,

"Hey, only stating facts. I mean, if he's gonna be your prom date."

"Prom date?" Denise blinked, "You got asked to prom?"

"Yeah, yesterday." Cecelia smiled, "It's nothing," she blushed, "Nothing, that young man asked you a black girl to prom, automatically that is something." Denise sighed, trying not to panic.

"The kid likes BB King, so..." Midge smirked, "He's kinda black in my book." Cecelia high-fived Midge as Denise burst out in laughter, 

"You two, I swear," Denise chuckled, 

"Well, I'm gonna get changed and make a pie,"

"Wouldn't you make the pie first?" Denise smiled,

"Right!"

"What's she like?" Gladys asked, Elvis was smiling from ear to ear, "Oh, uh, food. I guess, I mean, she bakes good, so I assume good cookin?" He said. He had finished his homework and finished getting ready. As Vernon walked in, he could tell everyone was up to something. "Cecelia's comin over, an I want it perfect. Cause she's going to be my prom date." He swooned, and Vernon and Gladys and Minnie perked up, 

"You asked her!"

"I did."

"Oh, she must be special." Vernon smiled as he helped get their apartment ready.

Midge parked her car in front of the high-rise apartment as she stared in awe, "You know I lived in one of these growing up in New York." She smiled, "Broke some girl's hearts on those steps, ah good times." Cecelia was nervous. She was meeting his parents. And she had a wild berry pie, a sweet potato pie, and honey rolls in the car. Carrying as much as they could up. They walked into the building and towards the door. Opening the door, Elvis was stunned. Cecelia was wearing a pink Gingham dress with matching pink heels, and he was smitten. 

"Oh, Elvis." Gladys smiled as she saw Cecelia. She was as cute as a button, short. But, she could tell she was sweet by her spirit, 

"You must be Mrs. Presley." Cecelia smiled as she nodded, "I hope you don't mind, but I brought my friend Midge with me." Midge waved as they came in. 

"I see you made desserts," Vernon mentioned,

"Oh yes, I didn't wanna be rude and not bring anythang." She was southern, thank the lord, Gladys praised as she helped her carry in the food, "All handmade too." And she could cook! As the night went on, there was laughing, love, and a lot to learn from the Presley family,

 "So tell me, what do your parents do?"

"They sin-" Midge tried to say

"They're, uh. Trying to get into the singing business." Cecelia said she wasn't lying, just bending the truth,

"I take it you sing?" Vernon asked,

"Like an angel, and she plays guitar," Elvis mentioned, making her blush. 

"The angel is Elvis. Honestly, he's never treated me like the other kids do. He's sweet and kind and..." Cecelia got lost in his eyes as Elvis blushed. Everyone at the table was looking at them. There was definitely something there. Gladys could feel it, 

"I'm glad to be his prom date, it's an honor,"

"Oh, it ain't nothing, really, I just think you're the prettiest girl in school." Elvis smiled, holding her hand as her cheeks flushed, Midge was proud. She'd seen Cecelia through her breakups, but this may have been a soulmate. 

"These pies are delicious," Vernon smiled, breaking up the tension as Cecelia held Elvis's hand back, 

"The secret recipe is love," Cecelia smiled. As the night wrapped up, Midge went to start the car, Cecelia said her goodbyes, and Elvis walked her downstairs, 

"I hope what I said wasn't too much on ya." 

"I never had someone say any of those sweet things." 

"Well, you do now, say. Uh, you wanna catch a movie at the drive-in?"

"I'd like that." She smiled as he pushed a loose hair behind her ear. 

"It'll, uh, be a couple of friends and-" Cecelia kissed him on the cheek, 

"Pick me up at 7." She smirked, walking to her car as Midge pretended she wasn't listening in, 

"Ooo, Cece's got a date..."

"It's not a date!"

"Then what is it?"

"An outing between two friends..." 

"At the passion pit..." She looked over at Cecelia

Memphis, Tennessee, Tuesday, May 1953

"I'm going out, Mother, I'll see you tonight!" Cecelia said, racing out of the house in her blouse, a long poodle skirt, bobby socks, and loafers. Her pink scarf tied in her ponytail as she giggled, 

"Who are you going out with ?"

"Elvis~" Midge laughed as Denise shook her head, Denise did like him, but he was still a boy, and boys always liked to try things, 

"Be careful and remember-"

"We're just friends..."

"Remember..."

"I know, I know, nothing below this here belt." She sighed, 

"I mean, how would you know... She's wearing a skirt..." Midge mumbled as Cecelia blushed, Denise glaring at her.

 "MiDgE!"

"Damnit, you're eighteen," Midge said. Sniffling, "Just don't do anything I wouldn't do." 

"Considering she likes boys that's not much," Denise mumbled,

"Would you look at that... Elvis is here!" Cecelia gulped, running out of the house and into his car, 

"You look..."

"Do you not like it? Are the pearls too much?" 

"Perfect..." He smiled, kissing her cheek as she blushed again, 

"Say, did you change your hair?" She asked as he blushed,

 "I-I-I ah uh yeah I did..." He blushed, 

"Black hair suits you. It brings out your eyes and makes you look like Superman or Captain Marvel Jr."

"Then maybe you could be my Lois Lane."

"But I do, also like the blonde and blue, which makes you look like Captain America." She gushed until she looked at him, 

"Did you just..."

"I might've." He smiled as he kept driving. They got to the drive-in, and he parked his car next to his friends, the two getting out as Elvis held her near him. 

"French Fry?" Cecelia offered as Elvis took some, sipping out of her cup of Pepsi cola,

"Gross... E You're a Memphian now. We drink Coke!"

"Taste the same to me."

"Pepsi is the drink of the Carolinas, but I'd say you ain't never lived til you had a Cheerwine," Cecelia smirked, 

"The hell is that?" Red asked as she grinned,

"Only the fuel of a Carolinian." Cecelia laughed as she looked back and saw Elvis nibbling on her burger, 

"PRES!" 

The movie started, and everyone was watching the big screen. The movie, of choice was Dracula, a classic creature feature for a date that wasn't a date, 

"Would you uh like to sit in the back with me?" He asked as she looked at him, "It's got more room, in case you get tired! I mean, uh-"

"I'd like that." She moved to the back seat as he followed. It was comfortable. As she got close to him, his arm around her shoulder, 

"Is this okay?" He asked as her head was on his shoulder,

"Perfect." She smiled, looking up at him. His smile was warm and inviting, he was charming and peaceful, and she was falling in deep for him, 

"Cece, can I tell you something?"

"Anything El," She smiled, 

"I-"

"KISS, KISS, KISS, KISS." Was all they could hear being chanted from the window of the car, 

Later that night, Elvis drove Cecelia home and walked her to her door as she smiled at him. 

"I had a great time, Pres..." 

"Me too, Val." He kissed her cheek, "I guess this is uh goodnight?" taking his arm, she pulled him close. She was hypnotized by his beauty, 

"Val..."

"Hmm..."

"You're staring at me like I'm a cake slice."

"Cause maybe I wanna..."

"Wanna what-"

"Say good night to your friend," Denise said as she opened the door. 

[pikatrainer99]

Anyone here into Trolls (the DreamWorks franchise)?

Because I made a Trollsona and I wanted to share him with you guys! His name is my real name so I erased it from these images.

This is his normal coloration (he's a Rainbow Troll so he has hidden true colors)

This is his gray form (yep...he goes gray for a while...unfortunately)

And here's his true colors design! He's got very bright, vibrant, fiery true colors!

He's a Pop Troll, but he has ears that are more triangular shaped, and they're also very sensitive, able to pick up on every little sound...so parties aren't his thing. He's also got a tail because I wanted to make him different in appearance, and I saw some fanfics where the Trolls had tails and I thought, "Hey, let's do that!" His tail actually acts as the biggest indicator of his emotions because he's the shy type and doesn't talk a lot, but his tail emotes like both dog and cat tails do (so, wagging when excited, twitching when irritated, etc.)

I know this isn't Pokémon related, but I just wanted to share this with you guys because I've recently gotten back into the Trolls franchise BIG TIME...seriously I think it's becoming yet ANOTHER special interest 😅. But it has good music and I love music and singing, and also Branch is the best character, nothing can change my mind about that. He's been my favorite character since the first movie came out and he still reigns supreme on my favorite Trolls character list to this day, and I just recently developed a headcanon that he's autistic (Branch has a lot of autistic traits, enough for someone on YouTube to make six videos about it, and still have some stuff they didn't cover 😅). I also headcanon Poppy as ADHD and I know that's a fairly common one, I see it a lot. Anyway, I'm rambling about headcanons again so I'm gonna stop before it gets out of hand 😅

I hope you guys like my Trollsona! I certainly had a lot of fun creating him! I'll most likely write stories using him, but they won't be posted because my AO3 is strictly for posting my Pokémon stories, it literally says so on my profile page on there. (Yeah, I made that rule for myself, but I'm not breaking it!)

Anyone else here who likes Trolls? I personally get giddy with excitement talking about it because I love it so much. If you like Trolls, who's your favorite character and why? And also what's your favorite song from each movie? Mine are:

Trolls: It's a tie between "True Colors" and "Can't Stop The Feeling"

Trolls World Tour: It's EASILY "Just Sing", that song is way too good!

Trolls Band Together: "It Takes Two", Poppy and Viva are great, I love them!

[mrschampionsblog]

Here is a chapter I posted on Wattpad

Ballerina:

She had also become an actor later in her life, mostly amateur. Ballet was her true passion though. However this acting was what introduced her to her current boyfriend Jack. She had been OBSESSED with him from the moment she first auditioned but was too shy to ever admit it. However luckily, Jack didn't have that fear; he would do anything to make this graceful girl his. And that's exactly what he did

Fast forward to today, Jack and y/n are a happy couple.

———

Tonight was the night of my big break. Not for acting (I think it's safe to say Avatar is kind of a big break), but for ballet. You had become the principal ballerina for the New York ballet and were performing the role of sugar plum fairy in the Nutcracker this Christmas.

You were beyond nervous and were at home trying to hype yourself up. "Hey princess how are you feeling", Jack said walking into the room where you were stretching "I've been better. But I'm still excited, just worried I will mess up". You watched as it snowed outside of your apartment thinking how perfect it looked and almost forgot about tonight for a moment.

Jack brought you back to reality when he said "Angel, I've watched you dance a million times, your time to shine is here and your not going to mess it up. Plus what if... I gave you a little bit of bribery?" You were so confused "what do you mean" you said laughing slightly. "I mean what if I promise to...treat you real nice tonight. All about you, whatever you want" he said smirking. Your eyes went wide slightly blushing as you guys have never had sex before with anyone meaning your both virgins. "I-I mean I guess so" "ok but you have to promise not to worry so much, have confidence in yourself", "yes yes of course I promise". You then realised how unintentionally and embarrassingly giddy you sounded. "Sounds like a plan then"

———

You were dancing away on stage like you had never before. The bribe had motivated you like never before. You weren't even paying attention to the thousands of people in the crowd, solely focusing on the steps and techniques. Your dance then ended and you exited the stage to be met by Jack waiting with flowers. "Aw sweetie your so thoughtful", "anything for my little ballerina" he smiled. You guys headed home and even though it was snowing you were sweating balls because of what was coming when you got home.

As Jack held the door to your apartment open you walked in taking off your coat and putting your belongings down on the entrance table. As this happened you felt hands slide up your waist. You shivered at his touch and leaned back. He slowly undid your hair as it flowed down behind you. He then moved it out the way of your neck and lightly kissed it making you sigh.

You decided to turn around and look at him. "Your eyes hypnotise me, beautiful" you smiled and passionately kissed him, gripping his biceps. "he pulled you as close as humanly possible and kissed you back walking you backwards towards your bedroom. Your back but your closed door and he pulled away for a moment to say something "is this something your sure you want to do babygirl? I know you've never done this before so I completely understand if your not ready?", you smiled realising how sweet he truly was and you responded saying "Yes. There's no one else I'd trust this with than you".

"Alright then my sugar plum fairy. Let's go."

I hope my writing is getting slightly better 😭 super random but has anyone watched the new miraculous movie? I honestly might write a ladynoir fanfic 💀.

- A.R.G

[shmowder]

Ahh I'm still giddy that you enjoy my messages <3 I've been on tumblr for >10 yrs but for the majority of them I didn't chat with anyone so I feel like a poorly socialized creature sometimes (saying this lightheartedly). Like I said in another ask, please take all the time you need to respond, I definitely don't want you to feel pressured ^^ My main thing if it takes a while is worrying that my ask got devoured by the void and I wouldn't want you to think I'm ignoring you (and especially your amazing reply about Aglaya, Victor, and Yulia)! But I'm also neurotic af and that's a me problem 😅 And I can generally talk myself out of it XD Same goes for requests, too, no rush. (I'm also the one who sent you the Victor x reader request before I picked an emoji, which you may or may not have guessed) 💙

I like that Capella is the oldest as well! I just makes sense. Eva and Maria I can believe as being in their 20s; late 20s for Apple Basket gang maybe, but yeah I'm taking them all with a grain of salt. NO WAY is Mark Immortell 23 in P2.

The other day I remembered that GO ONION, I NEED TO COLLECT THE TOOLS exists and that gave me a good laugh. Do you have the spoken dialogue set to Russian or English (or another language)? I don't even know what their English voices sound like.

So, I've noticed a pattern........ I fall in love with women with some variation of the name Julia...... Yulia (I've been reading the dialogue trees again, and her dialogue at the hospital/theater is the sweetest thing 😭), Julie Langford from Bioshock, Yuria of Londor from Dark Souls 3, Yurie the Last Scholar from Bloodborne. What's that about 🤔

I hope you have a lovely day!

🐿️ anon

I'm really happy that you're enjoying our talks! I completely understand and share a similar experience when it comes to talking to others. Before my writing blogs, I never interacted with anyone, even when others put in the effort I'd just shy away and never reply. But with time, various anons and requests, it helped encourage me to open up more. I hope we can be friends, at least anon friends.

Thank you for your patience when it comes to me replying. It's not something I think I can fix about myself, so the least I could do is extend the same courtesy to others when they're late in replying. I'm glad you understand.

You're the one who sent the Victor request? I just finished it today and tagged it as your anon <3 I hope you like it, I wrote the day before my birthday because I liked the concept so much. Glad to see you're here from my bg3! although I'm surprised we didn't get introduced sooner there, or did you go by a different anon name and you're one of my requesters?

And don't worry, I rarely have the problem of asking getting devoured by the void.... I mean, it happens, but like once or twice a year maybe? I don't get all that many requests or asks on this blog, it's a completely different experience than the busy life I had in sorcerous-caress lmao. It's more chill tho at least, not as empty as the mass effect blog but not as overwhelming as the bg3. I see a lot of the same people frequenting my notes here, it's nice having repeat readers you get used to seeing. It's like the pathologic fandom is one small book club.

You're a very considerate person, it's touching that you don't want me thinking you're ignoring me or anything. I won't, I promise. My only fear is that anons don't get notifications when their asks are answered and mixing that with my unreliable answering timing, there is a big possibility they never see their ask gets answered when they check my blog unless they're here everyday or scroll very far down.

KRHSDJ GO ONION LMAO. I just learned about this meme the other day recently. I have it set to English voice-over, my only knowledge of Russian consists of curse words I picked from my ex while watching her lose at hollow knight. But most of the time I'm listening to music or youtube videos while playing pathologic so I barely heard anything from the English voice-over too. I only mute the videos during the theatre shows at the end of each day.

You like Yuria of Londor too??? We are twins. Geminis are connected telepathically oh my god you have the best test. I adore Yuria and spent my dark souls playthrough simping after her. I mean rip Yoel but my wife comes on top.

Honestly Yulia and its variation is a very beautiful name ngl, you know how most people grow up to fit their names in a self-fullfilling prophecy kind of way? Most Yulias apparently are the most attractive characters in videogames with endless charisma.

I hope your day is amazing too <3

[phleang]

For now this will be where I write my thoughts away from everyone

A few things

Dreamt about Uttara Phalguni guy again. Why though? It was so normal, too. The office did feel kind of cramped and there was another guy in there. Ehh idk what it could mean but usually dreams involving people I know are ones I pay attention to.

Dreamt about Swati guy writing steamy messages on Teams LOL I was trying so hard to read the messages too haha

I've gotten really shy around Knight of Cups guy ever since I've made a stronger stance on my feelings towards them. I turn into Sailor Venus when he's around

Like everything they've described were things I've been doing behind the scenes. Tbh I've also been mentally checking the boxes every time he's brought up something he likes in a partner. As if I couldn't help myself from wanting to know everything about them. I remember this feeling. It's the same as last time in 2021 during the last Mars in Leo transit. Of course, last transit I didn't do anything because I was just getting to know everyone and still had plans to stay w/ Moon-Mars guy until I got what I came for. *sigh* It's abundantly clear that I should have left sooner. It almost feels like a 2nd chance in many ways for me to try something. Here's why: Saturn in Sagittarius went through my 5H, and I was a lovergirl of sorts. Saturn in Pisces rolls around, the same themes of wanting to leave during a toxic situation, being a lovergirl again. Mars was going through my 1H in 2015 as well. Major lovergirl vibes when I had the chance. Mars in Leo runs through my 1H and unbeknownst to me, I'm having these changes going on and starting to eye Knight of Cups from the jump. Didn't say anything, just kept a distance. Used to think to myself "In another lifetime we'd have been together." My delulu ass already thinking of scenarios, imaginationships if you will. Kept it at a distance, stayed cordial/friendly/tried to kill those feelings because I figured it would have been better to keep him as a friend. You know, still have him in my life that way than via failed relationship if I went that route. Fast forward to now, with these 2023 transits igniting my lovergirl side again. I've confessed to him and tried to stay normal (can't. mans is too fine for me to stay calm). I think it's been a couple months at least since then and my delulu ass is obsessed. Those Sailor Venus eyes every time he's in a space. Feeling giddy. Feeling like I need to take action this time and go for it. It's been so fun chatting/flirting with him in the dm's during spaces. This past week I've reiterated my affinity for him and if there was any doubt in his mind back then, there isn't now. He knows I like him. At the same time, I'm hesitant to let loose and chase because of my current situation. Lots of worrying/self doubts, such as scaring him off with my over-enthusiastic approach, countering myself with "Why tf wouldn't he like me?" so lately I've been pretty quiet in spaces when he's around. Mainly because I'm so obvious when I like someone that everyone within earshot will know. Thus, I've become a shy mess. Just one of those things that I want to keep quiet about because I have a feeling others will attempt to stop me from going this route. Plus, it feels good to have something to myself in this way. Idk if it has to do with me having personal placements in the upper half of the chart. So many imagined scenarios where we're having fun, being goofy, enjoying life. To think I even went so far as to imagine us with children by now if we met a decade earlier.

I'm down baddd.

[dylan-westwick]

Dylan snickered in amusement at his tone of voice, shaking her head. "You're trouble, Theo Bailey." She said before he argued the point that by her choosing not to rebel was rebelling in and of itself. "Always goin' against the grain, huh? What can I say, I'm a woman with a mind of her own." She teased along with him, always fine to make a joke of herself. She nodded in agreement at his words. "Me too. I don't think I would have had the courage to do it for myself. I was lucky for them wantin' to advocate for me. I know not everybody gets that. I think I would have been fine with farm life, but probably would've lived a life of what-if's. Which hell sometimes I still do." Dylan admits with a laugh, feeling comfortable enough to share that with Theo considering he'd literally seen her stupidly cry. Part of her wasn't sure why she found relief in his commentary about how shocking it had been to his system, but maybe it was just because of her line of work made her come into contact who didn't realize the amount of wealth they had. She slowed her horse, Johnny Boy to a stop, sliding off before tying him in the stable quickly so she could grab the stair and Theo's crutch and bring them over to him. Listening all the while as he explained the feeling of still being an outsider, which she certainly could relate to in the art world. But hearing that he was shocked they picked him, she found herself shocked too. "I mean I may be a bit biased here, but Theo you're an amazing person, that's why they wanted you to be part of their family. Because they knew you deserved love and they love you." Sometimes it was hard to believe that he couldn't see how good he was. She hadn't meant to blush while sharing this, Dylan was no longer as shy and giddy in the way she had been months ago, but the friendship still remained and she still wanted him to know that she cared about him. Holding her hand out just in case he needed it to step down, she heard him talk about the potential of what he could do. "Well hey, I'll be here ready to listen, don't you worry." Chuckling a bit as he explained the idea of going into academia a bit too stuffy. "I think your excitement of languages is certainly fun to learn but also just 'cause everything points to a thing doesn't mean it's what your heart wants." She let out a small laugh at his question, shaking her head. "Well ain't that a loaded question. I'm guessin' you mean workwise though or at least that has the easier answer, which is that I am now. For a little while I wasn't though. I've loved art all my life, but for awhile, I was scared I'd lost the joy of it. After my dad passed, it was hard for me. But...thankfully I haven't and I just needed to relearn it." Her eyes shift to the ground for a moment, it was always a tough topic and she couldn't believe it had been over a year now since her father had been gone.

"Yes, definitely not my parents at all." Theo chuckled to himself, horrified at the thought of sleeping with either of them. "That by itself is rebellion, isn't it? In a generation where everyone did rebel. Very disruptive of you, Miss Westwick. Avant-garde, really." Theo joked as they approached the barn with the horses. "I'm glad they recognized your full potential. Not that there's anything wrong with farm life---I'm just glad they didn't let you settle and disappear." Theo smiled at his friend, looking ahead. "Oh, most definitely. It's... from watching other kids play in the courtyard from the window and having to share a chicken leg with a kid called Dimitrios, to... Bailey-dom. Even a normal family would've been life-changing, I suppose. But this?" He shook his head in disbelief. "To be honest, I think I'm still overwhelmed. How could they have picked me? It's unbelievable." He voiced one of his deepest secrets. An irrational concern. He'd never known the middle-ground, where normal people stood; he'd known the orphanage, and then the Bailey estate. The trips and the glamour and the unconditional love. The extremes. He smiled fondly at her as they entered the barn. "Thank you. But that's a great question, Dyl. I'll get back to you once I do have the answer." Theo considered it for a few moments. "I don't hate it like a man hates a soulless deskjob. I just feel like there should be more to it." He'd picked the thing he could do with his eyes closed. The thing that didn't challenge him in the least. "Everything says I should become a boring professor. My parents aren't boring professors, nor is my sister, but I'm not quite them." He grimaced. "Enough about me. Are you satisfied?"

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

❤ Be My Date ❤

Hi! I wanted to request an Eddie x shy reader where the reader wants to ask him to prom but is too shy so she leaves him a note in his locker but thinks it’s a joke because ‘if the basketball team wanted to throw a joke on me, they could have signed with a more creative name than ‘yn yln’, reader overhears and of course, eddie wouldn’t know who she was since she is so invisible but then we get a happy ending please 🥹

Warnings; Teeny bits of angst, fluff

Reblogs, comments etc, mean the world to me ❤ I do not give anyone permission to copy my work.

She had left a note on his locker asking him to prom, Eddie Munson had been her long-time crush for a while.

The minute she had seen Eddie in the cafeteria she fell for him, his dramatic, infectious personality drew her in, and his beautiful brown eyes and cute smile captivated her.

In school, she was kinda invisible. She did have friends but was painfully shy and desperately wished she had more confidence to talk to Eddie.

She was pretty sure he would like the cheerleader type, confident like him. It was a long shot asking him to prom, he didn't even know who she was really but she had to try.

Maybe he had noticed her and she just didn't know it.

She's on tenterhooks all day waiting for him to see the note and as it nears lunch she watches as he approaches his locker and begins to read what she said.

She moves closer to see what he says.

"Seriously! If those asshole basketball players wanted to play a joke they could have come up with a more creative name?".

This makes her heart sink and she sighs sadly. Of course, he doesn't know who is or noticed her.

Her sigh attracts his attention his eyes widen and he walks up to her.

"Was this from you? Did that asshole Jason make you do this?". She shakes her head feeling upset and tries to hide her tears.

"Hey, don't cry. Jesus H Christ, please don't cry sweetheart, was this real? Not a joke?".

Looking up at him she takes a breath then nods.

"Yes, I've liked you for a while, Eddie. You don't know me though so please just forget that I asked anything".

He frowns.

"I do know you though princess, I'm sorry I didn't know your name. In my head, I just kinda think oh there's that beautiful sweetheart again, she has such beautiful eyes and a pretty smile, why would she want to talk to a freak like me?".

"You're not a freak. So you like D&D? Heavy metal? Who cares? I think you're cool for not conforming to how others think. You're really brave to stand up to Jason, he's an asshole". She blinks surprised at her vehemence and he smirks.

"Sweetheart. I would love to go to prom with you. I wish I worked up the courage to ask for first".

Excitement fills her. This is real. He wants to go with her!

"I thought you'd want to go with a cheerleader or something". He shakes his head.

"Not my type at all sweetheart. Just you wait princess. This is going to be the most metal prom ever!". His smile is infectious and then he kisses her and she feels like she's on cloud nine.

Desire floods through her and she kisses him back until they both pull away all giddy and shy smiles.

"Before prom, though I'm taking you on a date baby, got to spoil my girl now huh?".

My girl. Two words and they make her ecstatic.

"Does that mean you're mine". She asks him softly and he flashes her that beautiful grin.

"I'm all yours, princess". He kisses her again and she returns it.

She really is glad she sent that note now. 💞💞💞💞