#but here you go everybodyyyy

[jadeddaydream]

DI!Jill headcanons :3

Pairing: Jill Valentine x Reader

CW: Implied age gap, cursing, NSFW UNDER THE CUT, gags, strap-ons, dirty talk, rough sex, squirting, AFAB reader with GN pronouns.

Word Count: idk.

A/N: Got back into writing and I finally finished the RE3 Remake after two years, I’m in love with Jill so enjoy this warmup bleh :p

Always has this weird kink in her shoulder and for some reason she can never get it out.

When you finally get a hold of her to give her a massage, she lets out THE loudest groan when you loosen the massive knot that somehow formed in her shoulder.

If the radio's playing or you're playing music, Jill would either snap her fingers or tap her foot; sometimes if the music is that catchy, she'll do both.

LOVES BIRDS, sometimes she'll point out certain species.

"Look babe, it’s a Northern Flicker.”

Has a bad habit of letting curses slip out during the WORST times when she lets her guard down.

One time a kid fell flat on their face while you both were walking in the park and she just goes “Oh shit!” as loud as possible in front of EVERYBODYYYY.

You chose to walk alone after that.

After the events of literally everything, she picked up a lot of unhealthy habits due to the trauma that those events caused her; causing some turmoil in your relationship.

As time passes, you help her find more healthy ways to cope with her trauma along with some therapy here and there.

She CANNOT cook, like at all; the most she can do is fry eggs.

Takeout queen, loves Chinese food.

You introduce her to energy drinks and she becomes addicted to them.

Imagine Jill with a Celsius or a Monster in her hand😭

NSFW:

Such. a. tease.

Likes to tie you up so she can tease you even more and relish in the way you squirm.

Sometimes to push her buttons, you’ll challenge her strength and that’ll end with her having your hands pinned to your back and one of her hands holding your head to the floor.

Despite her age, she can FUCK; and she manages to leave you breathless and covered in sweat each time.

Has a trimmed bush.

Her dirty talk is GODLY, she’ll have you screaming while whispering things in your ear like;

“Taking me so fucking good baby,” and “So cute when you scream and cry for me.”

She’ll test your limits, trying different things and seeing how far you can go.

“Let’s see if I can go deeper.” Jill whispered with one strong hand in your hair, the other on your shoulder blade. You were gagged, dripping down her thick strap. She lifted one foot on the bed, moving her hips slowly before speeding up. Your hands were tied behind your back as you were getting pounded by your Fiancée. You cried out behind the gag, breasts rubbing against the satin sheets.

Your belly was hot, your cunt hotter and wetter then lava, upper body weak with sparks of passion erupting in your veins. Once Jill gained her rhythm; it was over. You were now being impaled by the older woman, your cervix being kissed by the tip of her thick dick. “You’re sucking me in like a whore, goddamn.” She rasped from behind you, the contact between her skin and yours making ungodly sounds.

Fuck, you could barely take it; it was too much. Tears brimmed at the corners of your eyes as you were fucked like a slut, unable to equalize the sensation. Your peak was around the corner, your eyes closing and your eyeballs rolling in the back of your head. Jill knew this too, your voice going up an octave as she kept hitting your g-spot over and over and over again. She spread your cheeks, watching as her strap could barely fit inside you. To be fair with it was 8.5 inches with considerable girth, and you were tighter and wetter than ever before.

“You’re close, you gonna be a good whore and cum all over my thick dick?” “You’re gonna be good for me and squirt all over it?” You whined, nodding your head like a manic. Nail marks were embedded in the palms of your hands, and your toes began to curl. You came, gushing and leaking all over your Fiancée’s lower half. Your body began to convulse, your pussy clenching around Jill. Your knees buckled, Jill wrapping an arm around your stomach to keep your upright as she let you ride out your orgasm. She slowed, watching carefully as you eventually went limp.

Once you did, she pulled out slowly and rid herself of the strap and you of the gag and your restraints before laying you on your back. “I got you baby, it’s okay.” “Did so good for me.” She said as she leaned over you, pressing kisses to your tear stained cheeks. You whimpered, reaching out for her. She returned the embrace, kissing your neck softly. “I’m going to run us a bath okay?” She whispered softly in your ear.

You nodded. “In the mood for Chinese?” You nodded again, before leaning in for a kiss. “Okay.” She grabbed your waist gently before leading you to the bathroom, being careful since your legs were wobbly. You both made space in the tub, Jill beginning to run water for the both of you; adding some bubbles along the way. You leaned forwards, kissing her before nuzzling your face in her neck.

“Sweet thing, are you trying to tempt me into round two?”

“Maybe.” You smiled bashfully in the crook of her neck.

[bcdrawsandwrites]

So uh, no cover for this yet, but I wrote this an age ago and figured now was a good time to post it.

Bindle

Fandom: Inanimate Insanity Rating: K Genre: Angst Characters: Toilet (plus references to other characters like MePhone and MePad) Fic Description: Mister Phone had told him to leave, so it was time to go. Beta Readers: @jaywings and @mephoj Notes: I know the subtitles spell it "Mistah Phone," but since he's being referred to just in prose here and not in dialogue (with Toilet's accent), it's just "Mister Phone."

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He didn't much remember what he'd packed.

Everything had happened so fast, and he could hardly think past the burning and dizziness in his tank as he hopped away to gather what little he had. The only thing to bring him out of his haze was the sudden spike of frustration at how hard it was to tie a knot without hands, especially when he wasn't focused.

Toilet found himself biting down on one corner of the red handkerchief, trying to tug at the knot with his invisible grip. It wasn't a very good knot and Mister Phone wouldn't have been terribly happy with that kind of shoddy work but he managed to secure it to the stick he'd apparently found. The bindle was not a big one, but he slung it behind his tank nonetheless.

Mister Phone had told him to leave, so it was time to go.

While his earlier actions had been performed in a furious, tear-blurred haze, he hopped through the contestant grounds with a great deal more slowness, thumping against the soft grass and feeling heavier with each step. After a moment he paused, turning around to take in the view.

By now, the area was cast in soft moonlight, and it was hard to see everything from where Toilet stood at the edge of the grounds. If any contestants were still out and about—probably celebrating their immunity and the fact that they got to spend more time with Mister Phone—he couldn't see them from here. Maybe a speck of light in the distance indicating Hotel OJ, but that was it. He didn't even get to have one last look at the people he'd been working with for the past several months.

It struck him that he didn't even get to say goodbye.

Something gave a terrible yank in his plumbing, and he jumped up into a frantic hover.

"GOODBYE EVERYBODYYYY!" he called out into the night. His voice echoed briefly, and he landed on the ground, waiting a moment. When nothing happened, he jumped into a slightly lower hover, shakily adding: "I-I love you...!"

Again he landed, waiting a moment longer for a response. Maybe someone rushing out to ask him what was going on, or where he was going. Or someone calling "goodbye" back. He'd even take Mister Phone telling him to shut up.

Nothing.

He was leaving this place for good, and no one cared.

Something tugged in his plumbing again, and he spun back around, hurrying away as his vision blurred with tears.

But no, no, maybe they didn't know yet, he argued to himself as he charged past the edges of the contestant grounds. Maybe they hadn't noticed—the last challenge hadn't ended that long ago. It had to be that, right? Maybe later they'd be looking around for him and saying "Hey, where did Toilet run off to?" They would miss him, Mister Phone would miss him, they had to, they had to, they—

His porcelain struck a rock he'd failed to notice, and he tumbled forward, splashing water on the ground and inadvertently slinging his bindle ahead of him. It clattered down softly in the grass, the handkerchief coming untied, spilling some of its contents.

"Ah!" he cried, hurrying up to the pile of items. While some were still covered by the handkerchief, several colorful cards had been scattered across the grass.

Toilet rushed to gather them up, but took a moment to stare at each one as he picked it up. The first was a cat drawn in marker and glitter on a blue card, while the next was... Microphone? He'd drawn her shouting with a bunch of sound waves coming out around her. Next was Baseball and Nickel—he'd drawn them on the same card since they seemed to like to hang out—and then there was Balloon, and Fan and that funny egg, and some more cats, and Marshmallow, and Mister Phone, and...

...Oh, right. These had been for him.

He'd nearly forgotten, after everything that had happened. He'd drawn these the other day when he'd found Mister Phone unconscious by the painting of the corn man. He'd had that weird message on his screen—something about memory—so Toilet had decided to try drawing a bunch of "memory cards" to help him jog that memory. He'd drawn all the contestants, even the eliminated ones, so Mister Phone would remember the game show and be able to get back to it. But then MePad had come along and—

Toilet paused.

On the last card, he’d drawn MePad next to Toilet himself.

I do not intend on being superior to you at all. I consider us equals. We both serve a different purpose, is all.

He stared down at the drawing, at MePad's screen colored in purple ink and shimmering glitter.

The last time he'd seen that screen, he'd been staring into it imploringly, waiting for MePad to back him up, to support him as he always had. Mister Phone was upset and not acting very rationally, but MePad could talk Mister Phone down and convince him that he didn't need to fire Toilet.

But when MePad had met Toilet's gaze, he'd only looked away.

"Equals…?" Toilet muttered, glaring down at the drawing. "Good to know that was a bunch of hogwash!" He punctuated the last word with a splash of water, soaking the card and causing the ink to run, the glitter to wash away. For a moment he felt a twinge of regret, but only for a moment, and he turned back to the fallen bindle with a huff.

As he moved part of the handkerchief aside to put the stack of cards back in, he wound up uncovering the rest of its contents: a bundle of wires in a rainbow of colors.

Oh.

That’s right… Mister Phone had asked for them so often, he'd finally gone out one day to gather a variety of them to have ready. He hadn't really asked for them since, but Toilet had hung onto them, just in case.

Maybe Mister Phone would need them again—need him again—and call him back.

Shaking himself, Toilet quickly gathered his possessions again and tied the bindle back together, making sure the knot was extra-tight this time. Slinging it behind his tank, he continued his journey, noticing the grass beneath him slowly transition into sand. Up ahead, water lapped against the otherwise-silent beach.

It struck him that he had no idea where to go from here. He'd been working here for so long, ever since Master Adam had hired him to—

...Wait, that was it!

Mister Phone had only gotten so angry after he'd mentioned Master Adam. It had to be something to do with him, right? If Mister Phone was angry at Master Adam, then Master Adam must've done something awful!

Where was Master Adam, though? Toilet had never met him in person—they'd only ever spoken over the phone. But Mister Phone had also mentioned the corn man, so maybe Master Adam was working for him? Funny he'd never seen him when they visited the Cloud, though. If he'd known, he would've stopped at his office to say hello.

Well... maybe he could give his office a visit, then, but not for a friendly chat.

Toilet strode across the sandy beach, a goal finally set in mind.

He was going to get to the bottom of this, and figure out what was bothering Mister Phone once and for all.

And… and then maybe Mister Phone would want him back.

…Maybe?

…please?

[dollypopup]

i don't talk nearly enough about how great Colin is

-excellent fencer, clearly dedicated to it. great taste in puffy shirts 10/10

-brave af!!!! idk about you, but the very idea of being out at sea for several months pretty much w/ no one who knows me scares the soul out of me. bruh is out here on a ship headed to a completely unfamiliar place w/ not one shred of fear

-he's such a good brother? the way he supported Benny was so sweet? and all his little quips with Eloise? they are the sarcastic siblings for SURE. boxing with Greg? playing hoops w/ Hyacinthe? his 'I'm clearly Daphne's favorite'? i adore him

-calling Anthony an ass in defense of Marina was ICONIC

-let's be honest, he was a real one w/ Marina all around. boi was out here defending her left right and center. and that scene where they go 'That's a. . .rather long engagement. . .' 'Or simply romantic! :D ' was adorable. then his 'Why does anyone, marry, Brother? For love.' line? so earnest! heart in his hands!!! and even after it all went kaboom he didn't say a bad word about her. told her he would still have married her if she just told him and he meant it. said that with his whole chest, too. got a reality check from her when he visited and then when asked STILL said 'we could have done more for her' KING 👏 SHIT. may we all have an ex that respects us this much

-canonically the best dancer out of the Bridgerbunch

-loves his mum with all his heart and soul. that scene where he's walking her up the stairs and they're joking around is so wholesome. that scene where Violet is looking for someone to escort her and A and B all flee the scene but Colin steps up? our boy is so sweet

-his scene w/ Jack where he's all puffed up and imposing and tall af going 'how dare you take advantage of them??? fix this shit, NOW' and then turning around and bashfully going 'i rehearsed that speech for hours' when he and Pen could talk privately again WAS ADORABLE, don't even TRY to deny it

-multitalented! our boy can do it all: he sings! he dances! he writes! he drinks his respect women juice on the daily! he fences! he's fluent in sarcasm! he rides horseback! he has anxiety! he's a flirt! he can't stop snacking! are you not entertained?

-also his scene w/ Will where he's like 'no, i fucked up, i insulted you and i messed with your business. i'm sorry and i'm making it right' was sexy as hell. he didn't have to, he could have totally just let it slide under the rug, but he took accountability and made amends

-speaking of sexy: our little rule breaker! holds Penelope's hands in front of everybodyyyy! no glove no love, who? writes her (love) letters while he travels! doesn't give a fuck about propriety! does drugs! I LOVE HIM

-so much integrity. when he messes up he takes full responsibility for it. he's nice as hell to Phillip, encourages his interests, nerds out with him. Stuck his whole neck out for Pen the Featheringtons. 'Do you think I would care that she loved someone else before? That would make me a hypocrite' apologizing to Pen before leaving for his tour. telling her she inspires him. is always there to escort his mum. everything good.

-lost and aimless, my beloved. he's just a dweeb putting on a front and it's so wonderfully relatable

-i love his hero complex. yeah, i said it!!! Dancing with Pen after Cressida spills the drink? HOT. Getting Marina away from the old dude clearly making her uncomfortable? HOT. Standing up to Jack? HOT. Getting Kate and Anthony to trudge along after that Pal Mall game? HOT. Daphne coming to him in the middle of the night demanding to know about the duel and him getting on a horse and heading out with her? HOT.

-he's sarcastic as hell. 'She likes me MUCH better than you, Benedict' 'Maybe he's still at the altar waiting for Miss Edwina' 'Of course not, you are *clearly* sober', Anthony: 'I wish to apologize' 'Are there locusts in the streets??? Blood in the Thames? Is the end of days upon us already?????' 'our host looks a bit fussy. do you think if he goes to bed we all have to leave?' and, of course 'Have you ever visited a farm?'

-he's just a lil shit w/ a heart of gold, how can you not love him?

[212-apricity]

chess and muffins

heyy everybodyyyy

ok so firstly i promise chapter 12 of mastermind is coming pls bear w me; secondly ive been watching the olympics and you guys. literally why does everyone look like models like they're GORGEOUS esp steven nedoroscik and armand duplantis like yummmm

also can we talk about the muffins pls bc they’ve had a chokehold on me for way too long now like pls i need to recipe rn

anyways a friend of mine, @curaheehee , asked for this one and girl i really hope this lived up to what you wanted bc guys i tried my best and i lowkey hate it but i hope it was okay for the ask😭🙏❤️

The chatter of the audience around the stadium hums behind me, accompanied by multiple news reporters and retired athletes, everyone giving their opinions on the past events today.

Simone, Suni and I are standing around the sidelines, chatting away trying not to “psyc ourselves out” as we wait for the officials to finish prepping the equipment before we can compete.

“I really wanna try one of those muffins Henrik keeps posting about, they look so delectable” I say, imagining the muffins I’ve seen everywhere but still havent had the chance to try.

“No you really need to, they’re soo good” Simone adds as Suni nods along,

“How long do you guys think they’re going to take? Like its already been almost an hour, I’m getting so bored” Suni says impatiently as we look around and still see the officials fiddling around with the equipment.

“Who knows, the french overcomplicate everything” I say, making the girls laugh as we look around for anything else interesting to keep ourselves entertained during the wait.

Simone spots a rubiks cube under a chair and picks it up saying excitedly, “Hey Y/n didn’t you say you could solve one of these things?”I smile, taking the cube from her excitedly, “I don’t know honestly I think the last one I solved was like two years ago.”

“Try it, I’ll time you” Suni says getting her phone out as Simone reshuffles the cube.

“Three, two, one, Go!”

I shuffle the cube around as quick as I can and finish in 7 seconds, yelling out along with the girls as everyone around us looks at us strangely as we jump up and down out of excitement.

“Okay, on the plane back home you have to teach me how to do that” Simone says.

“Me too!” Suni adds.

I open my mouth to respond but before I can, I feel someone tapping me gently on my shoulder and I turn around to see who it is.

“Hi,”

Steven Nedoroscik.

Of course.

I had seen him earlier this week in the mens pommel horse event and I couldn’t stop giggling over him during and after the event when Simone and Suni kept showing me edits of him.

I try to keep my cool as he speaks, “I think I dropped my rubiks cube somewhere here earlier, have you seen it?”

“Oh! Yes of course,” I’m broken out my trance as he finishes asking his question and I turn around to take the cube back from Suni as she hands it to me with a smirk as Simone tries to repress her giggles, seeing me so flustered.

“Thanks,” He says with a smile looking down at the solved cube, “Who solved this?”

“Oh I did, sorry I didn’t know it was yours.” I say, slightly embarrassed.

“Don’t worry about it, how long did it take you?” he says, making me feel a lot better.

“Seven seconds” I say proudly as he raises his eyebrows in surprise,

“No way! The fastest I’ve solved one in is eight seconds” he remarks, making me laugh.

“Hey how long do they take to set these things up?” I ask putting a hand on my hip and the other pointing to the stage.

“Don’t even get me started, I had a whole nap in my event”

I laugh along with him, “I might just have to start doing that too, but I’m not competing for another week after today so I’ll probaby just spend the rest of the week hunting down the chocolate muffins and playing chess.”

With this Stevens eyes lit up, “You play chess too?” he said exictedly

“A little bit, not like competitively but my dad taught me when I was younger” I say, smiling at his interest.

He goes to reply but is cut off with a thick french accent over the speakers announcing,

“Everyone who is not a gymnast or a coach, please exit the area; the event will begin shortly.”

Before he leaves, Steve asks, “Hey if you’re not doing anything tomorrow morning, would you want to meet up at the dining hall and play a round?”

I’m stunned at first but quickly recover once I hear another announcement over the speakers, louder this time.

“Yes. I’d love that” I say, smiling broadly as he lets out a held breath and nods before leaving, almost tripping over a chair behind him making me laugh.

timeskip

I scan the trays of pastries in the breakfast section in search of the chocolate muffins before giving up when I couldn’t find any and taking a pain au chocolat and water instead and making my way to where Steve was carefully placing chess pieces on the board.

“Good morning,” I say, taking a seat in front of him causing him to look up and smile,

“Good morning,” he says, pushing his glasses up slightly, “I saved you a chocolate muffin they were about to run out”

He hands me a chocolate muffin, still warm, “Oh my gosh stop, I was so heartbroken like two minutes ago I thought Henrick took them all, thank you so much” I laugh, blushing slightly.

“Of course! Shall we start?” he laughs, blushing and motioning to the board.

“No hold on,” I say after a bite of the muffin, “What does the winner get?”

“Hmm…” he thinks, “How about if you win, I get you muffins every morning for a week,”

“Mhm okay I like where this is going”

“And if I win, you go on a real date with me” he looks up nervously through his glasses catching me off guard with wide eyes.

It takes me a minute but I respond, “Okay”

I’ve never tried harder to lose.

again like i lowkey hated it uughh but guys please feel free to send in any requests about anyone bc im rotting away until september 6th and ive got literally nothing to do❤️❤️

[samnyangie]

Important announcement!!!

Hello! I haven't posted here for long because of things, but I came here to say that I haven't forgot about Bobby's Birthday!

Last year, I built a website specially for Bobby's birthday and encouraged people to write something on the birthday message board, if you're interested, this is the link.

This year, I prepared something more huge...? In a way it requires more work (and money) on my part yet honestly I have no idea if anyone is eager to join but I've been planning to do this for a long time, so here it is.

To celebrate Bobby's birthday this year, I decided to hold a free giveaway (but the postage fee will be requested) of this collection of merchandise I've designed myself with a theme, The Midsummer Night's Dream. The collection will include:

A Postcard

A ticket to the play

And a random photocard

The Procedure

If you'd like to join this giveaway, firstly please fill out form below

However, before you fill it out, please note:

The information will be disposed in 3 days after the dispatch of the delivery

I will not be responsible for any missing or damaged postage caused during the delivery

I'll request to receive a delivery fee before your order being posted, I won't post it until then.

I'll receive the delivery fee only via PayPal.

If you don't respond to my message more than a day, I'll assume you've withdrawn from the giveaway, so please check the messages.

After you've filled out the form, I'll reach out to you through tumblr or other social media within 3 days with an evidence of your order has been packed/rechecking the address, the requested delivery fee and the link to my PayPal account. Once your payment went through, at least within a day I'll send the post off and give you the receipt as a evidence, and tracking number.

This giveaway will be held for a week so approximately 20th this February, you no longer request the giveaway onwards. I’m thinking to give to 10 or 15 people maximum.

But depending on the circumstances or the state of the post office, (strike, delay etc) it might take longer than estimated, but I'll inform you straight way if that's the case. Hopefully everything will go smoothly haha

I'll kindly ask anyone who is in the fandom, not just rsl but also dps fandom or just anyone to give this post a reblog to be reach out to more people!

I'll tag some of my mutuals who might be interested!

@boy-wonder-oncologist-fan

@aedan-mills

@deelaundry

@soophelia

@scarletblakeney

@greenparadiseperry

Okay, I hope I covered everything...? If you have any question, feel free to message me!

Thank you for reading this post, happy RSL month everybodyyyy

[vro0m]

Stuck on a uncharted island with all 20 drivers. Who makes shelter? Who makes a fire? Who gets a rescue search going? etc.

Oh this is so much more normal than 99% of what I've been reading for the past 6 hours thank you.

Daniel Ricciardo – trying to put together some kind of beach volley thing on the sand. does not realise he'll be freezing his ass off when the night falls.

Logan Sargeant – fully ready to play volley ball.

Pierre Gasly – making jokes about Logan and Daniel not taking the sitution seriously, not doing anything.

Lando Norris – pretending to laugh at Pierre's jokes, actually shitting himself in fear.

Lance Stroll – berating the ones playing beach volley saying it's stupid but also not doing anything better than that.

Nyck de Vries – sorting through whatever resources they have on hand from the wreck or wherever they came from.

Valtteri Bottas – looking for some fresh water source to get his naked ass in.

Lewis Hamilton – following Val inland while dodging the insects with disgust and fear like "Vaaal wait for meee"

Zhou Guanyu – on the beach trying to calm everybody down while looking over his shoulder to Val and Lewis thinking he'd rather follow them.

Yuki Tsunoda – trying to fish with a makeshift spear.

Kevin Magnussen – trying to find something to eat in the jungle.

Nico Hulkenberg – gathering wood for a fire. the wood is green. it won't work.

Alex Albon – actually trying to build some kind of shelter.

Esteban Ocon – trying to help Alex. hurts himself in the process.

Charles Leclerc – having a panic attack while trying to get some cell signal.

Oscar Piastri – watching Charles having a panic attack. not saying anything to soothe him.

Carlos Sainz – "wait, are we lost?"

George Russell – trying to organise things. clapping in his hand. saying things like "everybodyyyy, listen here please!". nobody is listening.

Fernando Alonso – made himself a weapon before anyone could gather their thoughts, now threatening to kill anybody who comes close

Sergio Perez – drinking seawater.

Max Verstappen – found a jetski. left.

[birthclod]

SO I FINALLY FINISHED MY THING FOR RAREPAIR WEEK

i have no idea how t do this but here we go

Pairing: Joshua/Forde (FE8) Words: 2033 Prompt: Shade Description: Forde wanted a quiet place to paint on this sunny day at the beach, and he got it... until Joshua found him, that is.

enjoy!!

@ferarepair-week2k17

[bewitchingivy]

Pick A Card: Urgent Messages You Need To Hear

Hello, everybodyyyy! Glad to be posting a new PAC again after a long hiatus. So today's reading will be be the messages that you need to know at the time you are reading this. And these are somehow urgent. Yeah. These messages are channeled from the Universe, your guides, God, whoever or whatever you believe in.

methods used in this reading: intuition.

MASTERLIST

࿐ DISCLAIMERS:

Tarot or any forms of divination is not set in stone. It’s not your only future, but a probable one with the current energy you have right now. If a reading doesn’t resonate, simply let it fly away and shift your energy. Because you can change your reality, and you have the undeniable power to do so.

Please keep in mind that my readings are for entertainment, positive, or inspirational purposes only. Please don’t take them as a professional or medical advice. Any actions or decisions taken are your responsibility.

The images I use in my blog are not mine unless I say so. The pictures belong to their respectful owners.

Now intuitively choose one (or more if you feel called to) from the albums that I keep on listening to these days. 

ONE; Wiped Out! by The Neighborhood

Hello there! I hope you're having a good/day evening. Now that you've chosen the first pile, read on to find out what messages await you. The first messages that I got for you is hold on to that hope you have inside that things are gonna get better eventually. You've probably been overthinking a lot lately, which could lead to anxiety and all that. I don't know why, but you may have been dwelling in the past a lot lately. There's something you can't let go of, or to state it correctly; something or someone you can't forgive. But Universe is saying that forgiveness is crucial here. I'm mostly getting that for a lot of you who had chose this pile, there's something that you did that you can't forgive yourself. But it could be another person too. Whoever it is, you got to learn to forgive. It doesn't necessarily mean that you're okay with whatever they did, but you have to let it go in peace. You can't let it define you. Better things await you in the future, and you're better off preparing yourself for these wonderful things than fixating too much in the past. Oh, and an advice that I got from the Universe for you to deal with that overthinking mind of yours; just breathe. Practice breathing excercises, meditation, and just silence your mind and focus in the now. Freeing yourself from your mind is very important now.  And don't be stubborn about this, the Universe just pointed out that sometimes (if not, most of the time lol) you can be too stubborn to help yourself. So please, take care of yourself. You're not doing this for anyone, you're doing this for yourself. Also keep in mind that you are not your thoughts, your thoughts don't define you. You're okay. Everything will work out. Another thing that I got is that you shouldn't give yourself away to people who you don't trust wholeheartedly, or people whose intentions are not very clear, you know what I'm saying? Some of you might have done this in the past and you ended up being hurt, so take the lessons that you learned and don't do it again. You may trust people too fast, and the Universe is helping you working out on that. 

Any thoughts on this reading? Feel free to leave a feedback.

Thanks for taking the time to read my PAC reading, and I'll see you next time! <3

— Ivy

TWO; AM by Arctic Monkeys

Hey, lovely people! Welcome to your reading. So just sit back and enjoy. There's a lot of messages coming here that you're about to meet a new person, or people. For some others this will be a romantic interest, a friendship, etc. But I do feel that this person/people are going to be important in your life, there's also a possibility that their arrival will bring you new opportunities. I feel like for some of you might meet these people online, and there's a possibility that it will be in a platform that you haven't tried yet. If you've been manifesting something or someone, this is a big confirmation that you're going to receive it soon. You may have been stressing out about this, and thus this might have slowed down your manifestation. Don't worry, luvs, we've all been there. But remind yourself that you absolutely have no need to worry about your manifestation, because it's already yours. There's no reason for all that doubt and worries. Oh, and if you're doubting, you just gotta trick your mind to believe that you can manifest anything you want even if you have doubts. Doubts are normal, therefore we just gotta acknowledge them. Remember, don't stress out, okay? Don't forget to enjoy yourself. Now, I don't like to put a time frame for readings like this, whenever it comes to manifestations. But I got another message before starting this reading, that whatever you're asking for is going to happen in December or during the winter season for some of you. I strongly felt that. Lastly, you may have been too busy with other matters in your life right now like school, career, etc., and you barely got time for yourself. So I got the messages that you should start enjoying yourself again. It's like you don't even allow yourself to. Stop that. You deserve to have fun. Life is not all about work. There should be a balance between work and fun, but that's just my opinion anyway lol. But what do I mean by fun? Do the things that you love doing. It could be a hobby, whatever. Something that makes you happy no matter how big or small it is. Healing your inner child could be very important at this time.

Any thoughts on this reading? Feel free to leave a feedback.

Thanks for taking the time to read my PAC reading, and I'll see you next time! <3

— Ivy

THREE; reputation by Taylor Swift

Hey there, humans. Hope you're sure in choosing the third pile. Anyways, let's get on with it. Clearly there's something in your life that's just so exhaustingly repetitive. It's not just exhausting, but it's toxic too. It harms your energy and well-being and you know that. This may be a career or relationship, whatever. Just take however this resonates. You may have been thinking or planning for quite a while now of leaving this situation, but you may be unsure or afraid if you do that. The Universe is saying that if you've been waiting for the "perfect time" to end it, you better do it now. But make sure to do it in peace. I kinda feel that some of you are just finding to pluck up the courage to do this, and yet you still chicken out when you do LOL but don't worry, here's a reminder that the Universe, your guides, God, whoever you believe in have your back. Okay? You better get that inside your head. (Okay, exile by Taylor Swift have been playing twice now. Told ya. And there goes champagne problems...)  Alright, look. You know that this situation is not good for you. So you better leave now, you can't waste anymore time for it or else you're just going to keep going in circles. You're not going anywhere with this, unless you take the courage to end this. Only you can do this, and I know you know that. I know some of you are scared to do this, what happens after this, but you're going to be just fine. Just as you trust the Universe, trust in yourself too. Another important message that I got is that the Universe has promised you great opportunities once you've taken this leap of faith. I do see you're going to get some sort of offer or something from someone, and you're also going to be doing a lot of new things that you're going to love. So isn't that exciting to look forward? Take the leap first, luvs.

Any thoughts on this reading? Feel free to leave a feedback.

Thanks for taking the time to read my PAC reading, and I'll see you next time! <3

— Ivy

[p0is0nvalz]

OKAY HEAR ME OUT HERE..

AND EDDIE MUNSON X READER AND THEY'RE IN THE CAFETERIA. EDDIES ACTING LIKE AN ABSOLUTE IDIOT AND SCREAMING ABT HOW MUCH HE LOVES READER AND THEYRE JUST ABSOLUTELY WHIPPED FOR EACH OTHER AJSHSKJDJE

yes. YESYESYESYRS I NEED TO WRITE THIS ILY.

i squealed n kicked my feet while reading this request

“watch it, freak” jasons shoulder bumped on eddies “are you blind? You bumped into eddie” “i wouldnt have if he wasnt in the way!” Jason and your bickering flew past eddies mind as he was just spacing out. Nobody had ever stood up for him and he got a fuzzy, giddy feeling when you fought jason carver, the average jock, for him, and he loved it. He loved you.

“eddie??? Eddieeee!!” He held up his pointer finger to your face, shushing you, and walked out of the cafeteria “what is this idiot doing..” you mumbled, both you and jason confused as hell “seriously i dont get what you see in him, you should be with me instead” “in your wet dreams, perra” you walked away. Thank god he was failing spanish. eddie, on the other hand was running laps. Litterally. He was trying to calm the feeling in his heart “there you are! why are you so sweaty-mph!” He kissed you, cutting off your speech about how he souldnt leave so randomly “i love you.” His eyes were wide, a big dopy grin, and a scarlet blush on his face.

“I love you!” He repeated louder, as if he were trying to tell the entire school “everybodyyyy!” He tried to get everyones attention by clinking a fork on his metal lunchbox, but of course everybody either rolled their eyes or groaned, fed up with him.

“this is y/n and im in love with them!” “Look at how cute they are!” Then he proceeded to go on a 10 minute rant about how much he loved you (chrissy clapped and cried a little), as you just stood there trying to get his attention “and they are aaaall mine! Only for m-“

it was your turn to cut his sentence off with a kiss as he wrapped his hands around your hips, squeezing your ass “hey!” The teacher yelled. As you guys pulled away, you grabbed his hand and dragged him into a janitors closet (not without catching a bimbo and a cheerleader making out and you calling it hot).

When you entered family video, you were welcomed with steve and robins wiggling eyebrows “shut up.”

[phoenix-wright-defense-attorney]

Hello everybodyyyy! We. Are. Here!!

Hey, Mr. Wright. Hey, Trucy. Hope we haven't kept you waiting for too long. Athena and I have made some food for the party.

I was so hyped when you told me that we'll be having our party on the rooftop this year! Eek, I can't wait! :D

I'll go put down our food at the rooftop first, Apollo! See you guys later!

Make sure none of your brownies fall to the floor while you're going up there! We wouldn't want to waste any food.

...

W-Wait, where is Lamiroir? Didn't you say she'd be coming to the party tonight?

Hey, Apollo and Athena. I’m so glad you were able to make it!

Brownies?! Let me help with those!

Trucy, don’t eat them yet. Save it for the party.

.................

Uhm, Lamiroir should be here in a minute. She said she had a bit of trouble getting here.

We’ll just wait a few.

.........

Oh, there she is.

Greetings, Mr. Justice. It has been awhile hasn’t it? There is much we need to talk about with you. 

[flamingthespian]

Heyyy everybodyyyy!

Here’s this week’s stream schedule! (All times EST)

Tue 1/25- Phasmophobia at 6PM with Echolectrical, ColorfulWitch, and Shabeeve!

Wed 1/26- Half-Life, 7PM. I’m going to finish the damn game if it kills me! Where doin it man where makin this HAPEN

Fri 1/28- Don’t Starve Together, 9AM

Sat 1/29- Homestuck, 12PM

Can’t wait to embark on such splendiferous adventures with you!

Also- as a reminder: Smash or Pass submissions are STILL OPEN!

[sleepywinchester]

Fool For You  ⏤ Oscar Díaz.

Summary: You are back in your hometown Freeridge to take care of your sister Jasmine and your father after being away for six years. You left Freeridge looking for a better life but in that process you had to let go of someone you loved. But you’re back and things are not the same but they sure feel like it.

Words: 3,714

Warnings: Angst - Smut-ish - Abusive Ex Mentions

A/N: Hola!!!! I am obsessed with On My Block and of course with papi chulo Oscar ‘Spooky’ Díaz! I’ve spent last week thinking on what to write and finaaally, this came out. I am so happy how this turned out and it’s my first time writing Oscar.

(english is not my first language, might be some typos around)

I really hope you guys like it as much as I do. ❤

The sounds of sirens roamed the air as you woke up for your first official day as a high school teacher in Freeridge. A sigh escaped your lips as you laid in bed. After all these years you were back in the city that made you who you were and made you want more than what you had. Yet you were back in the same block you thought you’d only visit on holidays. Pushing the thoughts away, you prep yourself for the day and head to the school. 

Everything looked, sounded and even smelled the same as it did six years ago. The streets were the same, the tags on the allies and walls were the same. Walking to the school gave you deja-vu vibes, bringing you back to your own high school days. 

“No puede ser,” 

Your heart skipped a beat at the sound of the peculiar gruff voice. You were so into your own thoughts that you didn’t notice which house you were walking by. Slowly you looked to your left and saw him, Oscar Diaz alias Spooky. 

It was like your body turned into the body of a teenage girl, your knees slowly getting weak and your heart rate starting to rise. Yet you didn’t show him that, you wore your unbothered mask. Not showing him that just by listening to his voice, made your heart beat so fast. Turning to your right, your eyes found him, sitting widely and without a care in the world on the old couch that was in his front yard. 

Years have passed by and that damn old couch is still there… You thought standing front of his yard. He took a long drag of his joint before slowly standing up from the coach. You breathed in heavily watching him walk towards you with his unique cholo flow. His hands were formed into tight fists and he walked slowly with his shoulders puffed and tight.

Oscar stood a couple steps away from you, “What are you doing in these streets? Looking like a high ass student.” 

“You don’t see me in how many years and that’s your first thought?” 

He glanced to the side and chuckled, “That wasn’t my first thought,” Looking back at you, “It was ‘she looks like a fine ass hyna’ pero no lo dije porque esa ropa threw me off.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, “It's called casual professional.”

“Whatever,” he said. You two stayed quiet looking at each other, he looked you up and down, clenching his jaw. “No contestaste la pregunta. ¿Que haces en mis calles?”

You scoffed, “Your streets?”

He nodded once as his expression was serious and his eyes were clouded with what it seemed like rage. You recognized the physical aspects of him, maybe a couple tattoos more like the tear on his cheek but it was like you didn’t know the person looking back at you. “Answer me.”

“I’m back,” you told him and his eyebrow rose for a second. It was the first time you’ve said it outloud. “Got a job at the high school.” 

Instantly he laughed out loud in a high pitched mocking one.“¿Maestra? That’s why you're back?” 

You nodded, re-adjusting your bag, “Among other things but yeah.” 

He formed a small flat smile yet didn’t say a thing. 

A teenage boy walked out of the house, he looked like a small version of Spooky. It didn’t take you long to recognize him. 

“Cesar,” you said with a smile.

He gave you a weird look, obviously not recognizing you. 

“Hey…” he stood next to his brother, “Do I know you?”

“Yeah, you just don’t remember me,” you told him with a small smirk. “I’ve met you since you were this little.” You motion his short kid height with your hand.

“This is Y/N,” Oscar told his brother.

“How do you guys know each other?’

Your eyes met his, “We went to school together.”

“I’ve never seen you around here,” Cesar said - his eyes were still confused. 

“I moved right after high school, now I’m back,” you eyes looked at Oscar for a second and then went back to his brother. “Are you going to school?” Cesar nodded. “Cool, I’ll probably see you in class.” 

Cesar frowned his eyebrows, “You’re a teacher?” 

You nodded and looked back at Oscar, “Te veo, fool.” 

As you walked away from him, you heard Cesar asking how could his brother let a woman call him a fool. The grunt escaping Oscar’s inside made you smirk. 

“Don’t ask and get in the car,” was the last thing you heard Oscar say. 

Oscar drove slowly besides you. 

“Y/N,” he said, “need a ride?” 

You looked down at him, “I’m fine.” 

“Ándale,” he was about to persuade you.

“Te dije que estoy bien,” you told him, “siguelo.” 

He observed you with squinted eyes, “Vale, te veo fool.”

You smirked and continued with your path. As you approached the school area, the more you could see teenagers in the surroundings. Everyone was with their individual cliques and even gangs. After going through security and checking in with the office, you went to your classroom and opened it for the students. Slowly a couple of them began to come in and with those, you recognized César with what seemed his group of friends. 

“Good morning,” you spoke in front of the class. “I’m Y/N Flores D. and I’m your new History teacher.”

The class went relatively smooth and everyone cooperated. You stood in the door as your students walked out.

“Heeeeey hermanaaaaa,” your little sister shouted in the hall.

You chuckled watching her do a little dance.

“Sister?” Ruben looked at you with a cocked eyebrow and disbelief.

Jasmine and you glanced at Ruben.

“Everybodyyyy this is my older sister Y/N! She just came back from New York after-“ 

“Alright Jasmine,” you stopped her from telling everybody your backstory. “We are sisters, can’t wait to get to know you guys.”

Everyone smiled awkwardly before they began to walk away. You grabbed Jasmine’s hand and pulled her into the classroom.

“Sis, I really need you to shut it about me coming back to Freeridge,” you told her. “I don’t want anyone up in my business. La gente es bien chismosa.” 

“Ellos son mis amigos, sis,” Jasmine said. 

You sighed harshly, “Well one of your friends is the little brother of Oscar.”

“You mean Spooky?” She cocked an eyebrow.

“I don’t call him that,” you told her. “Anyways, just keep it to yourself. Got it?”

Jasmine nodded, “I got you, sis.” She was about to walk away when she turned, “What’s up with you and Spooky? Why don't you want my friends or him to know why you’re back? It’s not that big of a deal.”

Your sister knew part of the reasons why you were back. Hell she was one of those reasons. She knew what she needed to know but everything else was too hard to talk about.

“It’s a long story, Jas. I buried that shit a long time ago. It’s the past,” you kissed her forehead. “Ahora ve que tengo que prepararme para la otra clase.”

Jasmine knew there was so much you didn’t share and you knew she could find out about everything if she put her mind into it yet she respected your decisions. She smiled and winked before disappearing between all the students. The rest of the day was smoothly, putting aside all the kids that acted superior or just were assholes. 

/ / / / 

You stayed later at school making sure you had everything ready for tomorrow’s classes. The block was oddly silent, not a soul in their porches. Back in the day, by this hour at night there were usual viejitos in their porches talking about their days or their grandsons. Maybe things have changed. You could still listen to las abuelitas in their kitchen and kids playing in their living rooms as you stroll by the humble and colorful houses. Walking back home got you even more exhausted, soon you really needed to get a car. The sound of someone stepping on a branch woke suspiciousness and the feel of someone watching you. Subtly you looked over your shoulder, catching a guy wearing green sneaking into an ally.

The scary feeling of walking by yourself never really left you. You’ve lived in sketchy and semi sketchy hoods all your life. Messed up thing was that you had to learn how to protect yourself. Your heart was beating so fast you could feel it through your chest. You picked up the pace and looked over your shoulder one more time, seeing him again only this time he wasn’t trying to be subtle. 

You looked around and noticed you were in a Santo street but there were none of them in sight. Breathing heavily you put your hands inside your pockets, grabbing something from the inside of it. 

How could that prophet be stupid enough to be around these streets?

Turning around you pulled the taser from your pocket and pressed it on. 

“Come on, cabron!” you shouted, hiding your fear with a tough expression. 

The prophet eyes got wide open when he saw the light from the taser. 

You were about to shout another piece of your mind when a gunshot filled the air. Your body instantly froze last time you heard a gunshot was when you left Freeridge.

“GET THE HELL OUT OF MY STREETS!” Oscar’s voice was full of rage.

The prophet looked at you one last time before running for the hills.

You put the taser inside your pocket and looked up at Oscar. He was already looking at you with a worrisome expression in his face. He clenched his jaw glaring at the empty sides of the street. All you could do was watch him inspect the street with his dull eyes. You were still in shock from what just happened. 

Letting a deep breath out, you thanked him. Oscar didn’t say a word but nodded and looked around one more time before locking his eyes with yours. Noticing how fucking nervous you were. 

“Hey,” he spoke with a soft tone. “Let me take you home.”

If the circumstances were different your answer would have been a straight up no but deep down the fear of crossing with the same prophet made you say yes. Oscar opened the door of his passenger seat, watching you walk by him and get inside his beautiful red Impala.

“You’re staying at your old place?” He asked and you nodded. 

The drive was quiet and quick, given the fact that your house wasn’t far from the spot. He parked the car and the thought of just saying thank you and walking out of that car crossed your mind. Yet you couldn’t just say that and walk away. You looked at him and like always he was already looking at you. 

“I’m staying in the back,” you spoke. “I don’t wanna worry Jasmine.” 

Oscar clenched his jaw, “Want me to walk you to your door?”

“Only if you want to,” you said. 

The two got off the car in silence and walked through the back. You heard Jasmine talking in her room as you walked by her window. The door of the small studio in your backyard cracked when you opened it. Strolling inside you looked over your shoulder to see Oscar waiting in the front entrance. He stood there with both hands inside his pockets, the black flannel flowing with the breeze. 

“You gonna stay there or come in?”

He entered slowly unsure of what he was doing, glancing down he noticed all the open and unopened boxes laying on the floor. He wanted to ask when did you come back and why but instead he watched you put your bag on the chair of the small dining set placed to the corner of the studio right next to the kitchen. Then he looked at your messy bed, he couldn’t hide the small smirk reminiscing how you never used to make your bed years ago. 

You took off your shoes and put them next to your old dresser and noticed how Oscar was roaming your place with his eyes. Biting your lower lip you cleared your throat to gain his attention. 

“Do you want anything to drink?” Your voice was soft. 

“Got Corona?” He asked, standing next to your small dining set. 

You smirked opening the fridge and taking two Coronas from it. “Te puedes sentar, you won’t get any taller.” You told him as you opened the beers and sliced fresh lemons to squeeze inside. He chuckled lowly and took a seat.

Placing the beer in front of him, you sat down in front of him. “Why so quiet?” 

He pouted glancing to his left side not knowing if he should ask the million questions he had inside his head. You sighed harshly, getting impatient with the awkward silence. 

“Why are you back, Y/N? After 6 years?” Oscar looked into your eyes. 

You took a big sip of your beer, trying to gulp down the nerves. If you told him the real reason for being back, everything would escalate to a level not even God would pull it down. 

“Jasmine,” you half lied. 

“Your sister is kind of crazy,” he said with a small smile, “not offense.”

You rolled your eyes, “I know - she’s something else… Our mom left her and she’s been taking care of my dad all by herself. I couldn’t let my little sister go through all that alone.”

“I heard about your mom,” he swallowed, “I’m sorry she’s back on that shit.”

Your look went down to the corona, feeling the sadness of the whole situation. “Jasmine hid it from me for a whole summer.” You looked back at him, “I-,” you sighed feeling how the lump in your throat got tighter, “I don’t know how she held it down for two whole months.” 

“She might be crazy but she’s strong as hell,” he said. 

You felt proud of your little sister, Oscar was right she was so strong even more than you.

“Why did she hide it from you?” Oscar leaned forward, his focus completely on you. 

Licking your lower lip, you took a deep breath in, searching for the right answer. You didn’t want to tell him but for fucks sake it was Oscar. The man that years ago you could tell everything. He was the person you went to when your life was falling down. Without looking him in the eye, you began to reply with eyes on the corona wrapped by your shaky hands. “She didn’t want to ruin what I had in New York.”

“What you had in NYC? ” He said. 

You were still looking at the beer but you could feel his eyes on you. “I-,” once again you paused to think of your answer. “I had a good job, really loved teaching to the kids,” the corner of your mouth lifted thinking of how much you missed your students. “My apartment was okay-,” 

“How was the gringo?” he cut you off. 

“What?” You cocked an eyebrow.

He leaned backwards, “Te fuiste a NYC para hacer una vida perfecta. ¿No me digas que de una no encontraste al gringo perfecto?” Oscar's tone had some anger in it as his eyes but more than anger was resentment. “Did you find him?”

“I did,” your reply was blunt and hurtful for him.

Oscar’s head roamed as he glanced in the studio before leaning in with frowned brows. “Where is he?” 

You stood up and drank a big sip of the beer. Needing to feel some distance between you and Oscar, you sat on top of your counter. “He wasn’t the charming prince I thought he was.” You had another big sip. “He ended up being a fucking phsycopath.”

Oscar stood up, having a sip of his beer. “Did he do anything to you?” The thought of a man laying a hand on you or hurting you in any way made his blood boil. He continued to get closer to you. 

“He did…” you confessed, “Let’s just say it was a rough two years.”

Suddenly Oscar’s rage features turned soft, knowing that you got hurt, hurted him in so many ways. He placed the beer on the counter, looking you get smaller and look down. 

“Hey,” he touched your cheek tenderly. His touch was so warm and it felt so good, you missed having him so close to your body. He was so close you could listen to his steady breathing. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there to protect you.”

You gazed at him, finally being close enough to see his beautiful brown eyes up close again. His eyelashes were so long, a smile grew on your face reminiscing how you used to be so jealous of that. Slowly you caressed his left cheek, caressing his teardrop tattoo. This new tattoo had so much meaning behind it. Things between both of you have changed but being this close to him felt like home. Oscar shuddered at your soft touch. God it’s been so long. So long that you didn’t realize he could still make you feel this way. 

He was standing between your legs, all this time you’ve been observing how stronger he looked but having him this up close changed the perspective. Your heart began to beat faster as he got closer to you even when there was no more space in between.

Your eyes were on his plumped lips for a second, catching how he licked his lower lip and you mimicked the act. His stare was on your lips and his strong big hands on your thighs, pressing into your body. 

Suddenly you didn’t feel the six years that had passed by. In that moment you felt like the teenager that was in love with Oscar. The teenager that would sneak out of her house to see him. 

His lips weren’t kissing you but you wanted it so badly and waited for it urgently. Oscar hand traveled from your thighs to your lower back, gripping softly. He let out a hard and warm breath. 

Letting your heart rule over your head, you pressed your lips against his and if felt like sparks were lit on fire inside you. Oscar continued to kiss you, giving up and doing what he’s been thinking about since the minute he saw you walking down his street. The kiss was long and slow, you took your time to taste his lips. Butterflies you thought were dead and buried began to surfer out the longer you were lost on his lips. Your hands traveled from his chest to the bottom of his flannel, slowly you began to undo the buttons of the shirt. He stopped kissing you for a second, looking down at what your hands were doing. 

Oscar’s eyes went back to yours, watching you catching your breath. “Are you sure?” 

The button of his neck was undone leaving a spot of skin which you pressed a kiss there. You continued leaving a trail of kisses from his neck, traveling to his cross tattoo, and finally meeting his lips. This was the consent he needed to continue what the two were thinking. Your fingers proceed to undo the next buttons until there is none left. He never stopped kissing you as he took his flannel off, he was wearing a black tank that also came off his body. 

He took off the buttons of your white blouse in no time leaving you with only your bra. Moans escaped your lips with every kiss Oscar left on your neck, chest and collar bone. You were giving in the extasis of the moment and you couldn’t wait to travel the galaxy tonight. 

“Hey sis are you ho- HOLY SHIT!” Jasmine screamed. Oscar spooked turned around, her eyes widened as she seemed a ghost. “HOLY FUCKING SHIT!”

“JASMINE!” You shouted, “Get the fuck out!”

She pumped in her inhaling to control the possibly asthma attack this was going to give and ran out of your place.

You rested your head against the wall, watching Oscar looking at your sister run inside her room. He turned to look at you, his eyes dissapeared when he grinned. The two started laughing so hard that your stomach began to hurt. 

The comedic moment was interrupted by his phone ringing. You stayed on the counter watching him pick up. “Que paso compa?” he said to the person on the other side of the line. Oscar’s eyebrows frowned transforming his expression into a serious one. “I’m on my way,” he said before hanging up. 

“Gotta take care of business,” he told you. 

You nodded in understanding, “It ain’t easy being king.” 

He scoffed, shooting you a killer grin, “De veras que no.” He put on his black tank and walked to the door. 

“Oscar,” you called and he turned, “Gracias por lo de hoy. I don’t know what would happen if you didn’t show up.” 

The corner of his lips curved up, “I did nothin�� you already had it handled, mama.” He said before turning completely. “Nos vemos fool,” he almost whispered and that made you smile. 

Your smile didn’t vanish as you took in how good he looked walking away. 

Running your fingers through your long locks you let out a loud sigh, processing what had happened a couple minutes ago. You laughed at yourself thinking how it only took less than seventy two hours of being back to Freeridge and you already were getting involved with Oscar. 

“No vas volver con el Oscar,” you mocked yourself at the pep talk you told yourself on the plane back home. Getting off the counter, you shook your head to the sides. “Eres una pinche pendeja.” 

PART TWO 

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[seekingthestars]

sarah watches the untamed: liveblogging adventures, part TWENTY! episode 36

(aka: the juniors are adorable, and so is drunk wangji.)

hi hello welcome to liveblog part TWENTY!! we’ve hit the roaring 20s bay-beee

also for today’s liveblogging adventures, we shall be joined by a super-special guest: teeny tiny lan wangji, pls love and appreciate him, he is so cute and i want to scream it from the rooftops

i got very distracted by teeny tiny wangji coming home yesterday and spent way too long going through all his little arm pieces/facial plates/props and putting him in a billion different poses, and then after i zoomed home from work today i tried to get nicer pics of him outside (cue me scrambling in the dying afternoon light), i know i way oversold the special guest to you Big Sis, but he is adorable and i adore him with my entire heart (he has a wuxian counterpart too coming in like june weeps i’m love)

ANYWAY, SPECIAL GUEST LAN WANGJI, ARE YOU READY FOR EPISODE 36? LET’S GOOO

the elusive drunk-wangji makes an appearance! wuxian taking care of him is so adorable and soft i’m cry

IS THAT MY BOYYYYYYYYYY

“what the hell are you wearing?” wx says what we all think

omfg who stuck that IN WEN NING’S HEAD COME HERE WHO DO I HAVE TO FIGHT (ง •̀_•́)ง

wen ning thinking that everything was all his fault just breaks my heart, he is a pure and good baby he does not deserve this ;A;

wx: “don’t worry, if wangji’s asleep, i’ll take his sword!!”  wx: turns around, sees wangji wx: “oh shit.”

WX SIGNING TO WEN NING TO RUN AND WEN NING JUMPING IN PLACE A BUNCH BEFORE SCURRYING AWAY IS THE CUTEST FREAKING THING, his flail-ey run in the background is THE BEST

drunk wangji is being adorable

WANGJI STEALING ROOSTERS AND CHUCKING THEM AT WX HAHAHAHA

and he freaking carved his name into the post fjeiawofwa AND WX DOING IT TOO stop so cute

who da heck is sneaking around the room in a mask!

have i mentioned that wangji is adorable bc oh my god

wx’s face when wangji says his regret is not being by his side in nightless city ;AAAAAAAAAAA;

the little kids play-acting as everyone omg PRECIOUS

he is... a Supremely Handsome Man

double screenshots bc smiley baby is the best

“WE GO....TO THE EAST!”

goin’ down to Coffin Town

wuxian’s ponytail being a little wavy instead of super straight makes me so pleased for unknown reasons, my face is that little emoji with the hearts around it

SIZHUI! ALL THE LIL DUCKS ARE HERE!! 

APPLE THE DONKEY

Jin Ling turning his nose up at the name “Apple” like he didn’t name his dog “Little Fairy” fjeiaowff

silence spell on EVERYBODYYYY and then them just making noises and pointing furiously i love the kids they’re adorable

“Congratulations, you got poisoned!! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:��ﾟ✧”  WUXIAN HAHAHA

SIZHUI SMILING AND LOOKING SO PROUD OF WUXIAN FOR STICKING HIS FOOT IN THE DOOR i am a sizhui appreciation blog forever

oh cool that’s creepy, just doll bodies hanging everywhere

i thought i saw the black puppet mark things on her ahhhh i was right! 

well that was fun but it’s almost 1am again so play us out, my tiny son, may we all have sweet dreams

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Torn • BNHA X OC • Chapter 5

All previous chapters can be found on my masterlist which is here!

Hi. Does anyone remember this fanfic? Lolol it’s been a whileee since I updated it, but here I am ^^. I’m gonna try to post chapters of torn more frequently in the future. If you enjoyed it, please let me know! I was also thinking of maybe making a tag list for this fan fiction if anyone is interested in that? It might be easier to find my fic that way but idk. Let me know what you think ^^. Anywayyy, onto the story now!

Words: 2186

When finally everyone was gathered, roll call could start. I bit my lip as I slightly bounced, leaning my weight on my heels and then on my toes. This went on for a little while until finally the teacher spoke up.

"Welcome everybodyyy! I am Present Mic and I will give you all of the info for the practical exam!" His loud voice boomed through the room. I flinched in surprise and so did many others, but soon a smile grew on my face. This was so cool...

"So as you all will probably know, we'll start with a roll call! After that, you as well as all of the other groups will go to one big place where the practical exam will be held. You'll be graded individually, so be careful when you're working with somebody! This exam is basically like the entrance exam the current UA students had. There will be robots that you will have to win against like heroes against villains!!" On a screen, which I didn't recall appearing, different robots were shown.

"There are different types of robots that you can beat scattered around the area. You will get about half an hour to do this!" After the last sentence many people whispered to each other at how long thirty minutes was.

"Don't underestimate it guys!! The robots are totally difficult to beat and there's a lot of them!" Present Mic interrupted, making the whole crowd go silent again. i couldn't help but feel like I wasn't supposed to be here- which I wasn't since I told my parents I was going to the gym, but it was also because nobody else was alone. Everyone had at least one person they knew with them and despite having been used to being alone, it didn't mean it didn't hurt.

Why was I even thinking about this? This was a one time thing, making friends would only be a bad thing. I shook my head and softly sighed at myself before turning my attention to the loud hero again.

"Now, I'll bring you guys outside where we will wait until all of the groups have finished roll call. Let's go everybodyyyy!" I giggled at his energy before the crowd started moving outside. I was really surprised by the amount of students that were doing this entrance exam. Did this many people dream of becoming heroes?

A soft squeal left my mouth when I bumped into something big. I gasped and looked up, realising I bumped into a guy who was glaring daggers at me right now. His gaze was way too intimidating for my liking, and I had this really bad feeling as his gaze rested on me. I quickly bowed and kept my head down.

"M-my apologies! I wasn't looking where I was going." Though I didn't see his face, I felt like he was rolling his eyes at me.

"If you can't even walk around properly without even looking where you're going, you're not worthy of being a hero." Jeez, uptight much... I could get where Eraserhead was coming from when I was late earlier today but this was too much honestly...

I decided not to make a scene since I really wasn't in the mood for an argument, nor did I want to make enemies so quickly.

After what felt like eternity, the whole group was complete. I bit my lip and waited nervously for the next announcement to be made. My heart was thumping so loudly I thought the crowd could hear me and my throat had never been so dry. Maybe I should've drank a bit more water during the break... well, there was nothing I could do about it now.

"Alright everyone! Get ready, the exam will start in five minutes." A voice of which the location I couldn't tell said. I could feel myself getting more nervous and excited as well as the other people. Girls were chatting excitedly as they stretched, guys were flexing while attempting to intimidate others (which they were failing at if you were asking me) and some people seemed to be thinking of strategies for the exam.

What was I supposed to be doing right now? I really had no idea.. I just had to hope that a lot of water was around so I could use it to my advantage. If there was nothing, I'd have to rely on my physical abilities. I also couldn't think of any other fluid that would be present if there was no water. And using it on people was the last thing I would want to do...

I sighed softly. I really had to work on my physical skills... In situations where I wouldn't be able to use my quirk I'd need a lot of physical strength.

I was brought out of my thoughts by the sound of a timer that indicated we had 30 seconds left. I bit my lip as I noticed I started feeling unwell because of my nerves. Come on Janie, you could do this...

I took a beep breath and slowly breathed out, before getting ready. We were all standing behind a giant door right now, and outside was a closed off parkour where the robots would be waiting. At this point I wasn't sure anymore whether I was excited or incredibly nervous.

"10 seconds left everybody!" Present mic yelled out, which made my eyes widen. This was really happening... my gosh..

The door opened and the sight we were greeted with was a replica of a city. The buildings were really big and the streets were very wide. A vast majority of the group immediately took off to find as many robots as possible.

"I should get going too." I mumbled to myself. I decided to go where the group didn't go, because that way I wouldn't hadn't to worry about being quicker than them too much.

As I jogged, I looked around, trying to find a robot and some water. But of course, the streets were spotless.. ah, dangit Janie. You really underestimated this exam.

I gasped and immediately stopped when I saw a big robot. It was dark grey and pretty round. I tilted my head in confusion upon noticing a letter on the robot. "D"? What would that even stand for?

My breath hitched in my throat when I realised the robot had spotted me. It slowly took big steps towards me which made me panic slightly. Though it was slow, it was still really strong so kicking or hitting hit would most likely not work at all.

So what did my amazing trained natural instinct do?

I ran into a dark alley that was a few meters away.

I smiled in victory when I realised it was too small for the robot to get through. That meant that I had some more time to think now. I saw a pole, but then again realised this robot was too strong for that... and it's not normal to find weapons in a city so they most likely wouldn't be here either.

A squeal left my mouth when I saw the robot had broken a building in order to get closer to me. These things were really persistent weren't they?

I sighed in annoyance and ran a bit further, screaming when I slipped and fell into a big puddle of mud. I groaned as I looked at my clothes. How lovely...

Wait.

Mud.

I quickly got up and smiled when I saw that the puddle wasn't too small. Mud was pretty thick though... I didn't think I had ever tried using it before? But eh, there's a first to everything right?

I took a deep breath before extending my arms towards the puddle. I tried to concentrate as well as I could and groaned when I realised how hard this was. It took forever for the whole puddle to go up like how I wanted it to.

I flinched when I heard another big step coming from the robot. Come on Janie, faster... you had to hurry up..

With all of my might (heh) I lifted it higher as quickly as I could and threw the liquid at the robot. I pumped my first in the air when I saw it fell down. Yeah, that was the disadvantage of using robots instead of actual people.

When the robot had completely shut down, I saw a shiny white dot on it.

"What?" I mumbled as I walked closer to it. It probably wasn't smart of me to touch it because it could've been anything but I did it anyway. Suddenly a screen appeared in the air, showing me, my last name and a number. It seemed to be my score.

Kotu - 5

Five points? That wasn't too bad, right? Wait...

Dupont - 30

Yagami - 35

Hamada - 50

How did they have that many points? I really needed to catch up... they were all way faster than I expected.

I was brought of my thoughts because of a loud step, that kind of sounded like thunder. I turned my head and my eyes widened upon seeing an even bigger robot than before. Oh boy.. also, the mud was starting to dry and it really didn't feel pleasant at all.

This time I also noticed a circle where a letter was written, but this was a different letter. S? On the other robot I saw the letter D.. why was this different?

I didn't have much more time to think because the huge robot took another big step in my direction, causing me to flinch as I tried to find a convenient hiding place. The sewers.. but how the heck would I even fit in there? And it would be pointless as I didn't know where I'd end up.

Another big thud caused me too feel more panicked. The robot was getting closer and I had to beat it. I needed those points!

wait.

Sewers.

Water.

I have a water quirk.

Oh my god Janie, you dimwit.

I quickly ran towards the sewers, hoping that I was able to see something through it. I guess I just had to try? Could I even control water without seeing it or being sure that it was there? Another big thud caused me to lose my balance slightly, but I managed to stand straight again.

I guess I just had to try. Here goes nothing, I thought to myself. I extended my arms and closed my eyes, trying to concentrate as much as I could. If this went wrong I'd be screwed...

To my surprise, I realised I was lifting up water. Not wanting to lose focus however, I didn't celebrate this just yet.

thud.

I gasped as I tried not to fall and stay focused on the water. The robot was really close at this point.

A small smile appeared on my face when I saw water coming out of the sewers. I tried lifting up as much as I could and using all of my might I threw the water over the robot. I was about to walk towards the robot to get my points when realisation that it was completely fine hit me. Oh no... this one was waterproof. Well of course, real humans didn't work that way either so I guessed it was a good thing.

Another plan... think Janie, think. A true fighter should always at least have a plan B. Why didn't I have a plan B?

thud.

Suddenly an idea crossed my mind, but it was risky to do. Would I be able to lift the robot up with the amount of water I used and then throw it with the robot so it would break? I needed a lot of water for that, and I wasn't sure if what I have was enough to carry the weight of it.

I made a small mental note to myself to study fluids in general better, if I had done that before I wouldn't be having so many doubts now. But for now I just had to try, if I didn't try I wouldn't get the points anyway.

I took a deep breath and slowly breathed out before extending my arms again. I slowly made a big bubble out of all of the water again, but instead of throwing it at the robot I tried to make it completely covered it so the robot was basically in the bubble.

I bit my lip before I attempted throwing the bubble up and letting it fall to the ground, waiting to see if it had been defeated yet. My eyes widened when I saw it moving again.

"Are you kidding me now?" I whined as I ran my hands through my hair. How was it still able to move? What was I supposed to do now?

I was brought out of my thoughts by what seemed to be a screen in the sky. I squinted my eyes to see what was on it.

oh.

A timer.

Crap, I had only ten minutes left.

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JACK’S HOUSE BREAKDOWN!

32% slytherin.    27% ravenclaw. 26% gryffindor.    15% hufflepuff.

Your Slytherin ambition combined with a typically Ravenclaw-esque thirst for wisdom means you are destined to go far in life. People often consider you to be aloof and unapproachable – and they may actually be right – as your passion for knowledge and success far outweighs your need for close relationships. For you, true friendships are rare, but you are smart enough to hold onto those you deem worthy of your affection. Your slight compatibility with Gryffindor house hints at an underlying desire for adventure that may manifest itself in a love of travel or trying new things.

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Late Night Snacks and Underwear - 4

hFandom: Marvel’s Avengers

Summary: Y/N and Peter run into each other late one night. After, she is beyond confused about how she sees Peter. And Peter? Well he was already in love with her, but it takes advice, teasing, and another surprise encounter for them to face their feelings.

Words: 1,000+

Pairing/Characters: PeterParkerxStark!Reader, (Everybodyyyy is at least mentioned), Tony, Steve, Sam, Clint, Nat, Wanda, Bucky...

Warning: More awkwardness? 

Author’s Note: So, I don’t really know how to describe this part, it’s more Avengers family cuteness and awkward Y/N before the big stuff. I just love writing awkward reader, because it’s like me lol (I’ve been away because I’ve been on vacation! Rewatching Star Trek Beyond for that request tonight!)

Part 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 7

Peter practically stumbled out of his room and toward the elevator. It had taken him forever to fall asleep after getting back to his room and getting up was no easy task either. He slung his duffel over his shoulder as he pushed the button for the elevator. He’d shoved your sweatshirt into the top of his bag so he wouldn’t forget to give it back to you. The thought of you falling asleep on his shoulder last night woke him up a little.

The elevator dinged and he woke up even more at the sight of Tony Stark in the tiny room. “Morning, kid,” Iron Man greeted him.

“Good morning, Mr. Stark,” he offered and set his bag down.

“You look tired. Party too hard last night?”

Peter smiled weakly. “Didn’t really sleep well.”

“Well, just wait till we get to our undisclosed location. Unless you haven’t finished your homework?” Tony still teased him because of their first meeting.

Peter rolled his eyes. “I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that,” he countered, just as Stark did before.

The elevator stopped then, pausing to pick up Clint Barton and Sam Wilson.

“Well, good morning,” Sam greeted as Clint nodded at Peter and Tony.

“You look beat, kid,” Clint commented, referring to Peter.

“Yeah, I didn’t sleep well-”

The elevator stopped again, picking up Steve and a very familiar floating suitcase.

“Still won’t let Uncle Steve carry her things?” Sam teased with a smirk.

Steve chuckled, glancing over at Tony, “Well, she is as stubborn as her father.”

“If not more so,” Clint added. Your suitcase, suspended a foot or so from the floor, faltered then and abruptly clattered to the ground, startling everyone.

“FRIDAY, call Y/N,” Tony said after a moment or two of silence. Peter couldn’t help growing worried as they waited patiently to hear your voice.

“Nat was with her,” Steve murmured.

FRIDAY finally connected with your room as you were practically screaming, “What?! Wh-Why would you-”

“Hi Tony,” Wanda called loudly, obviously trying to quiet you.

“What’s going on? You guys okay?” Tony asked.

“Yeah, we’re fine. See you guys on the jet,” Nat jumped in.

The call disconnected with your muffled rambling in the background, “I don’t get it… Shirtless… My pants…”

Everyone exchanged baffled looks before Tony closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I wonder what that was about,” he mumbled.

Peter felt an uneasiness come over him. That jumbled mess had to be about last night, but why? And if Nat and Wanda were there…

“She’s a teenage girl, what do you think?” Sam chuckled smugly.

 ~

You disembarked the jet quickly with the others. Luckily the ride let you collect yourself and calm down with the help of Wanda and Nat. The boys even helped a little, Thor, Steve, and Bruce, just by talking to you, though Thor and Steve were clueless to your tiff.

Except it all only flared up again upon learning the room assignments. This little getaway happened to be taking place at a large, secluded lake house in Northern California. You weren’t supposed to know the location, but hey your powers let you find things out easily, most of the time without even trying. And while the place was amazing, practically like a palace, it only had nine bedrooms for your 18 people. Obviously the couples were getting the one-bed rooms: your dad and Pepper, Clint and Laura, and Thor and Jane. The last one-bed room went to Nat and Wanda, leaving five rooms with two beds in each. The pairs went as such: Steve and Bucky (much to Sam’s dismay), Bruce and Vision, Sam and Pietro, Rhodey and Scott, and, finally, you and Peter. You and Peter. Peter. Surely you were going to die of embarrassment. Or maybe, if you focused hard enough, you could teleport to another planet and just burst into flames there… Teleporting was coming easier to you…

“Hey Y/N,” Peter said with a small, cryptic smile as he held the door to your shared room open for you, “You can have the bed next to the window if you want.”

You couldn’t help fidgeting as you replied, “Thanks Peter,” and lowered your bag onto a chair.

“So… Did you have a good morning?” You didn’t notice he was fidgeting too.

“Yeah, it was a morning,” you offered weakly, “Still pretty tired.” You walked over to the window, taking in the view of the mountains and an endless wave of green trees, except the blue expanse of water.

Peter followed you over, hands stuffed in his pockets. “Yeah, same here. You okay though? That whole suitcase thing in the elevator…”

Your focus had fallen away at his proximity, but his words snapped you back to reality. “Oh, you were there?” You said as calmly as you could, “What did you hear? I mean, uh, yeah… It was weird.” Of course some part of you knew he was there, you were just too distracted and distraught to worry about it at the time…

“I don’t know, you just seemed pretty upset…”

You swallowed hard and then instinct took over. “I’m fine. It-it’s fine. I uh, gotta go find Nat real quick. I’ll see you later,” you blurted out, backing away toward the door. Before he could say another word, you disappeared out the door, practically running down the hallway.

What were you going to do?

As you turned a corner quickly, you crashed into someone. You only realized who it was when they pulled you up from the floor. “Sorry, Y/N,” Bucky said quickly, his normal arm taking your hand, “Why were you running anyway? Don’t like your roommate?”

“Bucky,” you huffed with a glare especially for him.

“Ohhhh, it’s the opposite,” he continued slyly, “Isn’t it?”

He raised his eyebrows as you opened your mouth to reply, “N-No. Shut up.”

“Our little genius is afraid of some feelings now?” Bucky teased behind his smirk. You refused to reply. “Come on, doll. Tell me what happened.” The big, bad super soldier could see right through you.

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