#but seriously stop putting that crap everywhere

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

This is the second part to my Eddie Munson x Henderson reader series, it was heavily inspired by Breathless by The Corrs. Enjoy 💞💞

Read part one here

Let me know if there's anything you would like to see in this series 💌♥️

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Wasn't it bad enough that you ran to Jacob here. Did you really have to see Eddie Munson too.

His eyes meet yours from a corner of the room. The pulsing music of the band that's playing is beginning to give you a headache and did... Did Eddie Munson seriously just wink at you?

Once again you marvel at your brother's continued admiration for this asshat. It had been mere weeks since you were properly introduced to Eddie and the memory was still crystal clear in your mind.

Now that you met him, he seemed to pop up everywhere you looked. At Hawkins High you had successfully avoided him for years but now he was always popping up close to you and annoying the crap out of you.

Always with that stupid smirk on his face and those dimples on show. You're sure he's seeking you out, it's just a feeling but you're certain he likes making you flustered and teasing you.

Now he's infiltrating the party that Chloe's friend has thrown so you can't even escape him outside of school. Dustin still thinks the sun shines out of Eddie's ass so you can't even escape him in your own house.

Eddie waves at you from across the room, a sarcastic little wave that sends prickles of annoyance down your spine. You consider flipping him the bird but you won't stoop to his level.

Jacob has been trying to get your attention but Eddie is taking up most of your thoughts. Not even Chloe's gushing about her amazing date distracts you.

Who does Munson think he is? Your fists clench at your side and you sip your drink, attempt to turn your back on him and avoid him. Unfortunately that's impossible.

Steve and Robin join you when Chloe spots Taylor and excitedly rushes over to her. That's when Eddie comes over and makes his presence known.

Steve and Robin greet him happily enough. Hang on wasn't Steve jealous of Eddie stealing his kids'attention (Dustin and his friends) and worried that they thought Eddie was cooler than him? Now they were getting on and joking together.

"Oh Eddie, this is Dustin's sister...' Robin is just about to say your name when Eddie chuckles quietly and you glare at him.

"Oh we've met. You miss my presence already princess?" Shit you thought you'd get some respite from him away from school and your house but oh no. That wasn't going to happen.

Steve and Robin look between the two of you and you don't like that knowing look that Steve gets in his eyes.

"Hardly. Even here I can't escape the Eddie Munson experience" he sprawls on the sofa beside you and takes up most of the room, he's wearing a t-shirt by the band Judas Priest, a leather jacket, black boots and ripped black jeans.

He's fidgety and constantly playing with his rings, you can't help but sneak a peek at them. Eddie catches you staring and you fight that flustered feeling once again. It was beginning to be annoying that Eddie made you feel this way so easily.

"Sweetheart it's okay, you don't have to hide how into me you are" he looks so smug as he says it and you nearly fall off your seat.

"What?" you demand and he laughs, big brown eyes sparkling with mischief and delight. You notice Steve and Robin hiding their laughter.

His gaze meets yours then very slowly trails down to your lips and it lingers there for a few seconds. It's enough time for your heart to skip a beat and that butterflies in your belly feeling.

Fuck. "There's no way I'm into you Munson. You drive me nuts. I don't know how my brother puts up with you"

Far from being offended by your insult Eddie's grin gets bigger. "You can't stand me but that doesn't stop you from wanting to kiss me princess. I can see it in your eyes" you fume silently and shake your head.

"Didn't you say that I needed to remove the stick from my ass? Why on earth would I even entertain the thought of kissing someone who I can't stand" He shrugs and swipes one of your pieces of chocolate.

"There's a thin line between love and hate milady" love... As if you would ever fall in love with Eddie Munson.

"You can keep dreaming about that Munson. It's never going to happen" you snap and he's still smiling. Count to ten... Don't let him get to you.

Why was he getting to you so badly and making your heart go a mile a minute. There's a small, tiny part of you that knows exactly what this is but you refuse to believe it.

"Who says I want to kiss you anyway bitchy Henderson?" Ugh! You feel like screaming. Wait a minute... Two can play at his annoying game.

You peer up at Eddie and bat your eyes, move a little closer to him and your gaze lingers on his lips then slowly you meet his stunned gaze... There's something in those big brown eyes that sends your heart into overdrive again.

Nope. Don't get distracted. You needed to focus.

"You don't? I can see it in your eyes Munson... Why don't you dream about that tonight" you move away and smirk at his dazed expression. It clears and then suddenly he's glaring at you.

"You tricked me" you get up and blow him a kiss.

Score one for you. Eddie Munson - zero.

💞

So go on, go on, come on, leave me breathless

Tempt me, tease me, until I can't deny, This loving feeling (loving feeling)

Make me long for your kiss

Go on (go on), go on (go on)

Yeah...

Come on

Breathless - The Corrs 💞

Tags; @eddiesdrummergf @catherinnn @haylee-e @eddiemunsonfuxks @costellation-hunter @anxiousobserver @rcailleachcola

[trash-king18]

miggy with curls

here’s a little domestic bliss blurb with curly hair! spider person reader and he’s trying to do his new hair routine when reader is away on a mission inspired by @innergardentoadpony 

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miguel was in the bathroom after his shower furiously combing through his hair with his fingers trying to figure out how you always made his waves lay perfectly but the more he touched it the more disheveled he looked. the counter was covered in products and he realized shortly after you’d left on your latest mission he knew exactly how to help do your hair but not his own. he was so distracted trying to fix it he didn’t even hear the apartment door swing open or you calling his name. 

when you walk into the bathroom he’s got three different products in each hand reading each of them his hair haphazardly falling into his face. when he hears you giggling he whips around to you covering your smile with your hand looking up at his head. 

he drops everything and starts trying to smooth his hair back. 

“trying out a new style?” you can’t even get through the sentence without bursting out laughing. 

his eyes wide like he can’t believe you’d laugh at him he points to his hair like a little kid. 

“i see babe, very handsome” you tease 

he just rolls his eyes at you and starts putting products into your hand trying to get him to help you 

“why are you giving me these” you’re smirking 

he rolls his eyes again “will you please just help me” 

“ohhhhh see personally i thought this should be your new every day look but ya know if you don’t like it..” 

he just pouts at you 

you giggle again “ok ok sit down” you pull a stool in front of the sink and turn on the water so it’s cool but still a little warm before laying a towel down on the edge. 

he sits and you instruct him to put his head back and you start running water over his scalp with your hands 

he closes his eyes and smiles slightly as you run your fingers and a comb through his hair 

“first let’s get all of this crap out of your hair seriously mig how much product did you use?” 

he looks embarrassed “…a lot” 

“clearly. you don’t need that much you just need a little bit” 

he whines “you always do it for me” 

“i thought i showed you how to do it” 

“you know i can never listen when your hands are on me”

you shake your head as you have him sit up. he shakes his hair out causing little bits of water to fly everywhere  

“ay déjalo ya” but he just smiles at you 

knock it off

you stand between his legs and put some moose on your hands and start gently pulling it through his hair. he leans into your touch and hums contentedly “i’m glad you’re home” 

“yeah so you don’t look so estupido” 

stupid

he pulls a strand of your curls gently between two fingers before letting it spring back into place as one hand settles itself on your lower back “no.. well ok maybe a little, but i missed you” 

you press a kiss to the tip of his nose before grabbing the gel “i missed you too” you comb the gel through his hair before slightly scrunching his hair, his waves finally coming back and laying pulled back just the way he liked. 

“ok guapo all done” 

handsome 

he stands up and looks in the mirror and you can tell he’s checking himself out a little. he smiles and goes to run his hands through his hair but you stop him 

“uh uh you have to let the gel set first” 

he gives himself one last little look in the mirror smiling like an idiot before turning around to pick you up and wrap you in a bear hug. he plasters your face and neck with kisses. 

he mumbles into your skin “never leave again”

[toytoriyadorm]

CHAPTER 23: Locked in the Toy Box

“I can’t believe it, stuck in a cage in a cage.” Grim grumbled after yowling for help for the umpteenth time. 

Yuukei groaned in response as he took another bite of a stale breakfast bar. Thankfully, his bag always had emergency food after Scarabia’s fiasco, allowing the two to remain healthy in this makeshift prison. “It’d probably be less annoying if you took a break from screaming for help, Grim.”

“But we gotta break out of here before the loop starts over, don’t we? I don’t wanna end up having no memories of everything going on!” ‘

“And we will soon, we’re just waiting on Winston. Time’s really weird in the loop anyways, so maybe he’s just taking really long with printing all those photos.” 

“Oh yeah? And what if Winston got captured by Lotsie and we’re just stuck here?” 

Yuukei went silent, before putting the half-eaten snack back into his bag and joining Grim on yelling for help. As if on cue, the door had suddenly begun to rattle before being thrown open. In the blinding light, the two saw a familiar face.

“Rocket guy!” Grim exclaimed at the sight of Saturn. He put his finger to the beast’s mouth in a shushing motion.

“What are you doing here?” Yuukei whispered, grateful for the purple-eyed student’s appearance.

“I had a weird feeling from the get-go.” Saturn replied. “Sorry I took so long, I didn’t realize he never actually talked to the Headmaster until I went to Ramshackle myself and found it empty.”

“Why’d you go to Ramshackle?”

“Our ‘wonderful’ dorm leader created some lie about you guys opting out of the festival. That didn’t seem like you guys with how excited you two were, much less any first year.”

Saturn offered his hand to the duo. “Now let's get out of here, I don’t know how long we got until he notices I’ve snuck away.”

CHAPTER 24: The Meltdown of a Lifetime

Back at the Festival, the 3rd day had come and gone once more. But this time, a new problem had arisen for the final act of the show.

“What do you mean you still can’t find Winston?” Lotsie asked a tense team of backstage students. Zackery stood next to Lotsie, having tried to help in the search.

“I told you! We looked everywhere from Toytoriya to Ramshackle, he’s nowhere!” The student bit his thumb. “Maybe we should tell Headmaster–”

“No! No one is telling anyone! He’s somewhere in the school, I know it.” 

“King Huggins, allow this villain to propose canceling the performance. The hero will be enraged later, but it means more time can be put into looking for him!”

“A-and waste all your work?” Lotsie put on a sad smile. “That just won’t do. He– Both of you are needed for tonight, you’re the ending act after all!”

Lotsie turned back to the backstage crew, unnerved by their dorm leader. “I want as many people on the lookout for Winston, pull out people in the middle of setting up stuff, even. Just make sure he’s found within the next hour or so.” 

“But we haven’t gotten our chance to perform yet!“ A short student argued.

“So? You should have just scheduled for an earlier time.”

“King Huggins, I really don’t mind needing to not perfo—“

“No, Zackery! You’re not canceling Winston’s act!” He yelled. “Can’t you just listen to me this one time?! Or are you going to go do some nonsensical weirdo crap that messes up everyone’s day like usual?!” 

Everyone went silent at the outburst, the grip Lotsie had on his cane only tightened. He opened his mouth to yell more, but stopped as his eyes drifted to the crowd behind the stage. The sight of an animal’s ears blazing with blue fire made his heart stop. He pushed past a silent Zackery and confronted the group. 

“Saturn, what are you doing?” 

“Stopping whatever fiasco you’ve decided to make.” Saturn spoke with his usual confidence, “No wonder you’ve kept them locked up in that creepy basement, Yuukei’s way more convincing than he lets on.”

Lotsie sputtered. “You’re seriously trusting those two delinquents’ words over your own dorm leader?”

“From lying about what happened with Yuukei to saying they left the festival only for me to find them in the dorm’s basement… Even if I was suspicious of their claims, it's not like you’re any hero either. The Lotsie I know would care about all his classmates.”

Saturn paused, a scowl appearing on his face. “...unless the one I’ve been with has been nothing but a lie.”

The dorm leader gritted his teeth in anger when the stage light had suddenly turned on, directing everyone’s attention to the stage. 

“Winston..?” Zackery whispered as the cowboy shined in the white glow of the stagelight. 

[benoitblanc]

everywhere is the middle of nowhere when you're losing your lover

on the road. hostess snoballs. nosebleeds. the interrupting mothman.

read middle of nowhere on the ao3 or below the cut:

“Hey, Scully.”

“...”

“Scully. You awake?”

“Well, I am now. What is it?”

“Knock knock.”

“Mulder, I swear, if you woke me up just to tell me a knock knock joke—”

“Humor me. Knock knock.”

“...Who’s there.”

“The interrupting mothman.”

“ Mulder .”

“Come on, Scully, haven’t you ever wondered what noise the mothman makes?”

“I can’t say that I have.”

“Well, today could be your lucky day.”

“Where are we?”

“About one level up from the middle of nowhere. You’ve been out for a while. I stopped at a gas station, got you one of those godawful pink coconut things. Seriously, Scully, I don’t understand how a medical professional such as yourself can in good conscience put that crap in your body.”

“Says the man who ate a full sleeve of Oreos for dinner last night.”

“Touche.”

“Thanks anyway. I’m not that hungry.”

“You said that last night too. When was the last time you ate?”

“I’m fine.”

“Scully—”

“I’m fine , Mulder, quit asking me if—oh, damn it.”

“Tissues in the glove compartment.”

“Thanks.”

“...”

“...”

“Scully.”

“Don’t look at me like that. The doctor said there was no change from my last scans.”

“Would you tell me if there was?”

“What do you want me to say, Mulder?”

“Ideally ‘yes, of course I would, because I understand that you as my partner care about me, and I also understand that I don’t have to prove anything to anyone by doing everything all by myself.’”

“...”

“Ah, jeez, Scully, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you—”

“It’s fine.”

“I swear to God—”

“No, it really is fine. I just—Mulder, of course I know that. It’s just… it’s hard.”

“I know.”

“I don’t think you do.”

“Scully, I know you better than anything. Take all the time you need, okay? I’ll be here, however you need me, whenever you’re ready.”

“...I know.”

“...”

“...”

“...”

“The interrupting mothman who?”

[pussyhoundspock]

got tagged days ago by @landslided to post something from a wip so i guess under the tag something from my never to be posted entirely self indulgently silly cobra kai better call saul au

“This guy? Are you kidding me? This guy, this guy is lower than dirt, I mean you put dirt on the ground, it’s full of bugs, it’s just disgusting, and this guy? This guy is lower than all that and then some! This guy is lower – oh, hey Your Honor! Look at you, getting those coffees. I wish I could afford ‘em personally but you know kids. I mean, not mine, I’m as barren as the desert, heh, but I’m helping out this guy – technically a client, sure, but a real friend from way back! No, your honor, I’m not kidding – honest, we go back to high school, dig out the yearbooks, if you wanna – no? Well, like I was saying, real good friend of mine, bailed me out from no end of trouble, going so far as to round a whole gang just to get little old me out of trouble. Yeah, he’s a prince. And he’s got this whole mentorship program for bullied youth, which I’m taking over while he’s sorting out this misunderstanding with the county, but they won’t stop crying and I can’t get ahold of the mom, and I really don’t want these kids turning up in the foster system, especially not after that case last – oh, that was on your docket? Horrible business. I had no idea. Just awful. I mean, that’s why I’m trying to get this kid in to see my client – his name? Oh, yeah, it’s Johnny. Johnny Lawrence.” 

Daniel can tell, before he even gets to the end, that he’s in. Judge is buying this crap, and nodding along and – 

“LaRusso, enough. Why don’t you bring the kid down, we’ll get a meeting set up with him and this, this Johnny Lawrence of yours?” 

“Oh, Your Honor, that sounds wonderful! You won’t – bring the kid in? To here? Wouldn’t it be better getting Johnny out of here, back with the kid? Listen to me, I swear on my life he’ll –” 

Judge Cohney held up a hand. “Can’t. Bail court just got out.” 

“But surely –” 

“No, no but surely, LaRusso. You’ll get your visit, with your client and your kid, but you’re going to have to come back tomorrow if you want to try and get him out on bail. He’s facing some pretty serious charges, you know?” 

“All a misunderstanding, I assure you.” 

“Be that as it may, the only thing I can get you this late is visitation. Bring the kid tomorrow morning, I’ll get them twenty minutes.” 

“Absolutely, your honor. You won’t regret this.” 

Judge Cohney makes a face that sort of implies he already is, but Daniel doesn’t take it seriously. Judge Cohney almost likes him, he’s pretty sure, even if he might be about to blow all of that to get Johnny Lawrence outta jail. And to top it all off, now he’s gotta find some kid for tomorrow. 

Fuck. What was he supposed to do, cruise on down the highway, asking if any kids want to hop in his van, visit an alleged felon? Yeah, and get sent to a private concrete cell of his own – no thanks! 

Maybe Amanda will know. Norouzi Norouzi LaRusso was always running some student outreach program to law students, or mailroom workers, like Daniel used to be, studying night school correspondence class for his law degree, before he went and blew it there like he did everywhere. Now here he was, making less than four dollars an hour trying to get assholes like Johnny Lawrence out and contemplating child abduction. Legally speaking, a class a serious felony – 

CRACK 

Daniel jumped. There was – some asshole was banging on his window. “Hey!” It’s a teenager. “Do you still do repairs around the building?” 

Not since Mister Miyagi left, Daniel thought sourly, and then thought: “Hey, kid, you want a job?” 

“Um,” said the kid. 

Daniel rolled his eyes. “And I’ll help you fix the sink. And pay you. Fifty dollars now, fifty tomorrow.” 

The kid thought about it. “Okay,” he said. 

“Great,” Daniel said. “What’s your name?” 

“Um,” the kid said again, and Daniel hoped he was going to be more articulate in court, “Miguel.” 

“Great, Miguel, you take this,” he reached through the car window and handed Miguel a business card, “that right there?” he pointed to the card. “That’s my number. Give me a call around seven in the morning tomorrow, we’ll head on over to the courthouse. It’s easy. I just want you to meet with a friend of mine, talk to him for twenty, thirty minutes, then I give the next fifty. Can you do that?” 

The kid – Miguel – nodded. “My Yaya needs me home by six for dinner,” he said. “Is that okay?” 

“Totally fine,” Daniel assured him. “And, hey,” he added, before pulling away, “do me a favor? Never – never do this crap again, okay? I could be some kind of pervert. Or freak. Or serial killer.” 

“You’ve lived next to me for five years,” Miguel said. 

“Especially then!” Daniel pointed at Miguel. “Neighbors are the worst, okay, neighbors are the bed bugs of serial killing perverts, okay, they crawl around all invisible and no one knows it’s them until! Boom! It’s an infestation and everyone’s gotta move and everyone has trust issues and no one ever wants to talk to their neighbors again.” 

“Is that what happened to you, Mister L?” 

“What? No! No, that’s just – it’s an example. Never mind. Get – get to bed, alright. And don’t forget – 7 tomorrow!” 

[someweirdoreblogger]

Ok, I'm throwing my wretch into this dumpster pile.

When are people going to stop fighting about who pulled the trigger first? Like it fucking matters anymore, like this stupid gaslighting argument should be the main focus.

First of all, literally, all of us know it's Israel. They aren't hiding it. Seriously, take a look at their Twitter yourself. There is evidence everywhere, and even more leaking like heavy rain from all over the damn world. From dutiful reporters to the world leaders themselves who support this painful crap.

Second of all, Israel is bombing the Hell outta Gaza right now as we speak, and Israel wears Palestinian shredded blood like a badge of honor. Like they're doing the world a noble favor with these innocent Palestinian deaths, like they have any real fucking authority over these people who have been shitting in fear of them for years upon years.

It's fucking genocide, it shouldn't take fucking Einstein to figure out its the absence of morality and endless violence surrounding all these bombings is why you should be against it entirely, don't matter who threw the rock first, Israel is the one directly causing the damn problem. It doesn't matter the argument because arguing about it doesn't help anyone in the least. Why are we so focused on world leaders defending themselves when we need to be thinking about the current people actually suffering? Buried several yards underground, neath rubble, and destoryed buildings from all the terrorist bombs dropped on their heads?

We should be grouping together as a singular fucking force to plan out how to help the Palestinians, move all the wounded safely and properly defend any future life that will be lost to Israel's childish tarutum. Talking about and solving the problem, addressing it fully from all sides; we have the moral minds to do so, the power to back it up, so many medical aids willing to put in the hard work to hold and treat the affected.

But the world leaders are doing nothing about it, just sitting in their chairs watching their fellow hypocrites kill innocent babies and families while eating popcorn. It's disgusting, and I'm so deeply ashamed of my country right now.

[moxiemaemaple]

353535

Woke up and did some counseling. I love that job…

Afterwards I needed some money. I can't get my apartment finished with out the bucks. I started up working a shift at Gopostal and Crow gave me a call. Invited me to the scarpyard so I showed up. Should have stayed where I was… Felt like I was just out in the sun for the same amount of time, still alone but instead stuck with mentally dull work. I enjoy driving and getting to see places. I felt like I was in prison in that scrapyard, isolating in some corner of the yard. My own doing to a degree. Yay being on the spectrum and people suck!

Everyone is collecting candy for the spooky season and a lot of work places hand out candies you can use as tokens to get collectibles. Instantly I was turned off from the whole thing…

Back in my old city collecting things was a huge thing for people, myself included. One time, closer to xmas this jewelry place was opening up and putting some exclusive watches up for sale. At the time I was seriously depressed, lost all my friends, bullied at work, bullied everywhere actually… I was a bit dululu and figured I'd start collecting things to give to someone for xmas, an ex. He hates me so I don't know what I was thinking, just how lonely I was honestly. Anyways, went and skipped a work thing I was suppose to be at to instead stand in this watch release line for an hour. Yes. An hour.

I wasn't even sure how I'd give them the watch but blew thousands. As xmas got closer I plotted all the methods of giving this ex some gifts. You see, the watch wasn't all I had. All summer I worked, not as a counselor but farming…in the hills. I grew, harvested and dried so much weed. Collected a lot. I don't know why I decided grow hillsides, cooping I guess. Never felt like I was wanted in the city. People loved saying awful things about me in this place.

So here I was looking to rent storage units. Expensive. Fill one up with weed and the watch at the top. I planned to text him the GPS of the storage unit and the code, 353535 to open it. A deep gift of 'look at the time passed'. I dropped the idea though, fear…fear the weed would trace back to me. Fear of maybe the clear rejection I was already facing. A whole storage unit filled in my name? If he decided he could just fuck me with a cop call. Ironic really when you see how I got where I am now. Weed always gets me into shit.

I took all the weed up to this lake over the course of days and dumped it…

Fear stopped me from also trying to sell it and make some money. Funny that huh.

In the end I was going to give the watch to someone else. Someone I ended up trying to move on with. Who than cheated on me as soon as we started dating a week before xmas. So. Fuck watches. Fuck collectibles.

Fuck grinding for absolutely nothing in the end.

No one ever appreciates the efforts I've ever invested into stuff over the years. Now I wear the watch.

I wont waste time anymore doing that grind shit. No one ever fucking worked to the bone for me so I'm going to stop doing it for every one else. Today just got me hard in my feels. Reminded me how many just care about money, material, crap. Fucking junk some wanna be gangster will steal when they see it on your persons. Rather stay home. I got my new fridge and stove installed. No toilet hooked up yet, been having to go to restaurants to use the washroom. Soon! Soon…I'll have my own home.

No one can ruin that for me this time.

[cabbageslost]

Reacting to live action AtLA - ep 5

Spoilers, everywhere. (But it's getting harder to avoid them everywhere too. Gonna try my best to get this second half knocked out over the next two days so I can stop ignoring the internet. lol)

..

Well, before I start, based on the first half of this book, my thoughts are pretty solidly meh. The fight scenes look cool. I would love to say it's neat to see my favorite characters brought to life, except a lot of them don't feel like the same characters. The characters don't have that obvious bond that was there, and not the layers of complexity that I loved. I think I would be enjoying this more if I hadn't seen the original.. I didn't expect it to be the same, but this doesn't feel like it's the same spirit of the original even. If I had seen only this live-action, it wouldn't have pushed me to need to seek out "more" - fanfic, other people to obsess with lol, etc. The original absolutely did. Maybe the second half of the season can redeem it, but I'm not holding my breath. But onward we go anyway...

..

Katara getting better at bending. I sure hope they still let her wail on Pakku.

The setup for Hei Bai village seems a little clunky.

It is kind of cool to see Ozai absolutely pitting the two fire sibs against either other.

They can see the spirit body? Wait, both of them are with him? Hm, okay.. let's see how this goes.

Wan Shi Tong? Now? WHY ARE THEY BRINGING SEASON 2?? He does look dope though.

Azula is as good at throwing a tantrum as her brother is. Weird to see her cracking now though. Meh. I guess they didn't know if they'd get other seasons, or want to put hints of it in early. I liked it when it was triggered by her support leaving her, but then again Ozai in this is making her feel not good enough where she was golden child before so I guess that could work. Not the biggest issue anyway.

There's Hei Bai. Aaand, they're all split up in the forest. Spirit fog. More book 2 stuff. It's getting pretty obvious why a lot of this has felt rushed despite having about the same run time as original book 1 - they're just pulling book 2 bits in right and left. This flashback though. And holy crap, Koh?

Okay so.. he got to do ice dodging? I liked the ritual including Katara and Aang as a bit of bonding and cementing Aang as an honorary part of their tribe.

Aang's better at this. And there's Koh! All these flashback are definite heartstring-tuggers.

Fog of Lost Souls? So... not the Book 2 swamp? Or.. oh I give up trying to figure out what they're doing. LOL At least he gets to have one adult figure tell him it's not his fault.

Seriously though, going to the Roku temple alone? Leaving Appa to guard the two sibs. They sure like to split the group in this adaptation.

..

Not gonna bother with overall thoughts here. Mainly it just keeps being a cycle of something happening in the show and me thinking "Well that was certainly.. a choice."

[icherishyou]

sun, 3 jan 2021

Holy crap, it's 2021!

It feels like yesterday I celebrated 2020 new year by working so fucking hard in January, and then quarantine, and then the new year again! Where the hell are those days going? That damn quarantine makes the day shorter, I guess. Not gonna lie, 2020 was so damn hard and I'm glad to leave that year (let's act as if those shits left behind in 2020).

Oh god, I just wrote some words but my fingers couldn't stop swearing. I just want to be a good girl!

That's okay, let's move on! Life must go on! Even though 2020 was so rude to me, I wouldn't learn so many things if 2020 didn't happen. So, whether 2020 puts so much poison in my drink or my food, I can assure you that I am still alive and stronger!

I just want to write some lessons that I’ve learned in 2020 which may sound nonsense, but it does change my perspective of life.

1. Always be grateful for what you have, best or worst! As I said before, 2020 was a pandemic year, and we were in quarantine for almost a whole year. No activity outside, no physical meetings, no meet-up in your favorite restaurant, and no going outside for an unspecified reason. The point is to STAY HOME! Back in 2019 until January 2020 when I was so busy with my college and part-time, I always complained about my condition and situation which always made me so busy and tired. Wait, don't get me wrong! I like to be busy and tired. I like to come back to my room late at night, take a bath, and then have a deep sleep. I like it. BUT SOMETIMES, my college had an unspecified schedule about the assignments. Like suddenly we had to make a meeting with someone from a certain company, we had to go to another city to research about warehouses or something, etc. Let alone my part-time job. Before I took the part-time job, I had explained to them that I only can take the job at a certain time, but they suddenly called me to take the job outside of the time we had agreed before. Like dude, I have a social life as well. It was sad when sometimes my friend went to hangouts, but I had to do part-time, or I had to go home to meet my family, or I had been too tired to join them. Duh... And then the pandemic came. Me, who was an outsider, had to stay at home for the whole time, trust me, it drove me crazy. It made me feel so grateful for something I always complained about before. For the God's sake, I miss being busy and tired. I miss going everywhere with my friends doing great or shits. I miss sleeping when I'm physically tired. I miss everything. I even miss my irregular schedule which made me curse myself. Jeez.

2. Never wait for yourself to be ready, because you will never be! Besides the pandemic, I had other things that made my 2020 so stressful. I lost my grandma, my classmate, and my uncle (in terms of death, but not Covid19). My grandma (oh God, why did you do this to me?) was my support system. She would always say yes when the world said no. She was the one who backed me up when the world would like to beat me up. I have known my classmate since he came to Indonesia (he is an exchange student from Africa). We became so close because we had the same classes and group project lately. My uncle was my savior every time life got hard for me. He would calm me down when I had a fight with my mom or another family member. I lost them in a row and God... idk how was my feeling. I know this is fate. At the end of the day, we will lose someone we love the most whether we are ready or not. But seriously? 3 at once? I thought I was so sad because I wasn't ready to lose them at that time. And I thought, if only God took them away when I am a little bit mature, I would be ready. But until now, I realize that I will never be ready for losing someone I love the most. Whether I'm 18, 19, 20, or even 50 years old, I will never be ready. We have to agree on the way the universe works, whatever it takes. And that's the only way we can come to terms with the situation. This makes me understand the term sincere in life.

3. Love is not only having each other but also letting go Pandemic, losing people I love, and now heartbroken. How could life be so rude to me? Like, what I had done before which made the universe against me this cruel? But that's okay, let's see how far I will fight back! But don't listen to me seriously about this thing. I'm really bad at love. Two break-ups for less than a year dude, I can't make people stay. Tbh, I don't really know what to write in this section, because what I feel about this ‘thing’ is so complicated. I'm a too realistic person and feeling things like this makes me feel so confused to explain it in a word. Because that's what love should be, be felt and proven, not to be explained lol Okay. So, it sounds so bad for me to say that I can't make people stay while making them stay is not my responsibility. But indeed, I feel guilty every time people go. It makes me think "what mistake have I made this time?" I'm sure that I dated only good people in my life. I mean, they only needed nothing but time and love. And so did I. I only needed time and love from them. If you know what I mean, no parasite relationship here. So those are my responsibility, giving time and love (which can be in various ways). I have to do my best to spend time with him, listen to his story, laugh at his jokes, appreciate every simple love he gave, always be there for him, etc. Even though making him stay is not my responsibility, staying with him is my responsibility. And if he decides to go at the end of the day or the universe can’t make us both as one, at least I've tried to give my best. Well even though that "best" is only my opinion. Everything still can be so wrong although you have done everything so right. If he is happy and right for you, he will stay. So, if he is not staying, it means he is not happy enough to be with you even though you have given your best. Just let him go for his happiness. Don't waste your time and love to please him to stay while his heart is not for you anymore. You’ve done so well, and you deserve someone who will be happy with you, as happy as you with him. “I love you, but I let you go” I hear that clause everywhere and every time, but just at this age, I finally get the meaning.

4. It's okay not to be okay Maybe this was the simplest thing that I never noticed in my life. I also heard this clause so often, but I never knew the real meaning before. Or maybe because I just didn't have time to be not okay before. I was so busy with my life out there, chasing my ambitions, putting my emotions aside, and just focusing on my dreams. Because I thought, that’s the only thing that matters in my life. The only thing that people always want to see in me. If I felt sad, I would only spare a few hours to cry in my room. A few hours later, I went out of my room, and was facing a new day. Because I had so many things to do, and sadness would slow it down. Back in 2016 or 2017 (I forget the exact time), when one of my closest friends asked me about my ex, and I just told her that we had broken up a few days ago. And she was so surprised and said "WHAT? YOU JUST BROKE UP? AND NOW YOU JUST SIT DOWN IN FRONT OF ME AS IF NOTHING HAPPENS?". Indeed, I was so sad, who wasn't? But with those busy schedules, trust me, I looked so heartless. I had to be okay and no time to tear up my tears too much. But when this pandemic came, it felt like I had so much time to do nothing unless being sad because I had no busy schedules. With those many things in terms of death or break up, I cried a lot at night (sometimes without reason), I felt sad at day (sometimes without reason as well), sometimes I felt so desperate, and I wanted to give up. Jeez, I did feel sadness for real. I thought it was abnormal because I had never been that way before. Until I realized, I guess the universe just gave me time to mourn. I'm just a human, and it's normal to feel sad, crying, and okay not to be okay. I can cry as much as I can even if I have a lot of things to do. It's okay to stop some work just to heal my emotions. And I thought some people need to see me at my lowest point (but tbh this is not me lol I can't do this one, not to all people). So, whatever happens next in 2021, I guess I'm totally ready. Whether life will give me sugar or salt, I believe it happens for a reason. This life will give me only happiness or sadness. And from both, we need to be grateful.

[treesspeaklatin]

Beautiful Spirk fics with less than 400 kudos - part 1

part 2 here

It’s fic rec time! These are some of my favorite spirk fics, go give some love to these works and their creators!

I Wish I could Show you, by zjofierose (AOS)

The pinnacle of h/c, and it’s extremely well written. Spock is traumatised and needs Jim, so it's finally time to be honest with their feelings for both of them. Featuring one of my absolute favourite things: Jim Kirk falling to his knees because he's in looooooove.

Palm to palm is holy palmers kiss, by Ahria (AOS)

Oh, this Jim. I love it when Jim is convinced he's not loved back and is a pining mess, but he's also delightfully Jim, so pure, honest, straightforward and brave. This fic is a perfect p0rn whit feelings + hand kink, one cannot want more than this.

This Empty Place, by CateAdams (TOS)

God, I love this author. This fic has a standard, comforting setting: Spock and Jim get stuck together during a mission gone wrong, and you can imagine what happens next. I love it when they talk quietly and find a way to come to terms with their feelings. No more bullshit, just love. Bonus, this fic is written in a wonderfully poetic way.

Meet Me at the Barricade, by lalazee (AOS)

I am obsessed with this fic. Seriously, I don't understand why it's not linked everywhere. It's a detailed AU where Jim lives among the Orions, and it explores the warrior side of the t'hy'la bond, with a vaguely mirror-like spirk. Warning for gore and violence, but if you're not sensitive to that sort of thing, read on, you won't regret it.

Bashert, by Herself_nyc (TOS + AOS)

I will never stop loving fics where aos spirk meets tos spirk. There is also something in this fic that I didn't think I wanted, namely an impatient Prime Kirk who not only doesn't take any crap, but is also very distrustful of aos kirk.

The Sweetness of the Poisoned Fruit, by tuvokholdmyhandchallenge (MIRROR)

I can't stress enough to read the tags for this one, but: mirror spirk, non(dub?)-con, alien biology. That's exactly what it seems, and if you like this shit, go for it.

no place for cowards (or: jim kirk's heart is a tender place), by alienbabe (molotovgirl) (AOS)

This one deserves something like 3k kudos. A perfect character study of Jim, beautifully written, it will make your heart ache.

An Endless Stream of Tomorrows, by remylebae (TOS)

Aaaah, so cute! After The One With the Whales, Jim asks Spock to marry him. I loved their banter, the dialogues are perfect, and this sassy, calm Spock drives me crazy.

Two Very Different Men, by Wingittofreedom (MIRROR)

I am so weak for this kind of mirror fic. P0rn with a lot of feelings, plus the mortifying ordeal of being known. Bonus for beautiful art.

due consideration, by tciddaemina (TOS)

A fic in which Spock realises he is in love and does the only logical thing: he carefully reasons about it. Extremely in character for both Spock and Jim, and they talk about it like two adults, coming to terms with each other and putting their relationship into perspective. And then, of course, lots of feelings + hand kink!!!

[iicheeze]

3 MONTHS, 3 DAYS, AND 33 MINUTES

3 MONTHS, 3 DAYS, AND 33 MINUTES MASTERLIST

SUMMARY II you've always had feelings for your gray haired senior. To the point that you'd confess to the man in front of the whole Akademiya. Pitying you, he gives you 3 months, 3 days and 33 minutes to make him fall for you. Let the roller coaster of chaos begin!

PAIRINGS || Alhaitham x Gender Neutral Reader, slight Kaveh x reader

TW || FNAF lore dump, claw machines, false brand names put on purpose to avoid copyright, and bad aim

CHAPTER IV — arcade date?? more like FNAF lore dump

“ COME ON, KAVEH!! ”

A loud, hearty voice was heard outside the dorm room, with loud banging coming from the door.

The day has come where both [Name] and Kaveh finally have a free day and they have decided to go to the arcade for fun. Maybe, try to win some prizes.

For it is currently 9 AM, and Saturday. Seriously, they couldn't thank god more as it is the weekends where they're finally (temporarily) free from assignments.

So when the door finally opened, [Name] expected Kaveh to answer it.

Not the big, bulky, strong, big titty, gray haired senior they've been crushing on.

“ Kaveh's at his studio. Stop banging at the door already. ” Alhaitham stated, clearly annoyed by the endless amounts of continuous door knocking.

“ ... ” “ ... ”

“ OH- WAIT WHAT?!?! THAT LYING CUNT, HE PROMISED ME TO GO TO THE ARCADES TOGETHER TODAY. FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT. ” [Name] yelled, finally realizing what he said. Too busy to stare at his fat tits earlier.

“ I'VE BEEN LOOKING FORWARD TO IT, THE FUCK. I EVEN DRESSED UP FOR THIS. ” More yapping came out of the [Hair Color]'s mouth.

“ Will you shut up already?! I didn't sign up for you yelling your lungs out. ” The [taller/shorter] male massaged his forehead in annoyance.

“ ... Fine! You're going with me in exchange of Kaveh. Go dress up!! I ain't taking you out looking like this. ”

“ .. Excuse me? ” “ BLAME KAVEH FOR THIS, NOT ME. I CLEARED MY SCHEDULE FOR THIS, MAN. ” “ Alright, fine. Jesus Christ. ”

Kaveh, I swear to god. If you come back, I'll throw your art to the trash compacter.

FONTAINE ARCADE PALACE

The sign glowed in bright blue, as the two main protagonists stand in front of it. From the looks of the building, it seems to have 5 stories, and each floors glowing with bright lights.

“ Holy crap. It's beautiful. ” [Name] remarked, amazed by the sights.

“ Who'd waste their money on some arcade instead of public libraries. ” “ Uhh, Fontaine Co’ . Obviously. ”

As the two entered the building, glowing arcade machines were placed everywhere, claw machines, Maroi Kart machines, Cap Man, and more. Heck, there's even custom trash cans and posters from multiple TV shows and games.

“ This is truly heaven. ” It was so beautiful, [Name] couldn't help but tear up. While the [taller/shorter] man just deadpans.

“ C'MON!! Let's go to the dispensing machine and exchange our money. WE NEED THEM COINS TO PLAY. ” The [Hair Color] exclaimed gleefully, taking the male's hand before running to the nearby dispensing machine.

It's gonna be a long ass day and we all are here for it.

The Pokachu Doll falling from the claw for the fourth time was the last straw for poor [Name]. As they finally screamed in annoyance.

“ ARGRHSGSHSGSKHS STUPID RIGGED CLAW MACHINE. GIVE ME THE POKACHU DOLL DAMMIT. ” [Name] shouted, almost punching the machine before realizing that they could get a fine for it AND get banned from Fontaine Arcade Palace. Before putting their fist down.

Seeing this is so funny even Alhaitham couldn't help but chuckle.

“ Let me try. ” He spoke, gently pushing the [taller/shorter] person aside. Finally putting 5 coins in the claw machine.

2 minutes haven't passed yet, but he somehow got the Pokachu Doll safe and sound.

At first try too.

This man is too dangerous to be left alive. (And a virgin).

As the Pokachu Doll came out of the claw machine, the male took it before giving it to the [Hair Color].

“ HOW- I THOUGHT YOU DON'T LIKE ARCADES?? WHAT. DID YOU USE SOME KIND OF SORCERY?!?!?! WTF. ” [Name] beamed, confused as hell.

“ It's easy. I just use my brain and some calculations here and there. How ‘bout you use your brain next time? ” The man mocked them, a slight smirk showed in his face.

“ FUCK YOU AND YOUR STUPID BRAIN. I CAN DO THIS BETTER THAN YOU. ” The [taller/shorter] person declared, “ Pfft. Yeah, we'll see. ”

[Name] lost by 21 dolls Alhaitham managed to fish out from the claw machine.

“ Oh, Five Nights at Friddy's. ” Alhaitham claimed, as he saw a FNAF game machine while trying to get more Fontaine coins.

“ The game? I know that. It's really hard- ” [Name] scratched their cheek, having a slight flashback of them falling off their chair while playing FNAF 2 at their lecture.

“ I love the part where we find out that the one we're playing all along ever since the first game is the son of William Efton, Michael Efton. ” The male stated, “ What ” [Name] questioned.

“ You didn't know? Some player you are. ” Alhaitham sighed, “ YOU- ” “ Basically, ever since the start of the game. We were playing as Michael Efton, we've both seen that we keep signing up as a night guard at the restaurants of William Efton. The story starts when William Efton had a restaurant with- ”

Oh, no.

He's rambling.

No....

HE'S LORE DUMPING.

“ Can we just get the coins an- ” “ Shh, shh. ” [Name] was shushed with Alhaitham shoving his finger inside their mouth, forcing them to listen.

Taking it out, the [Hair Color] couldn't help but blush a bit. “ I'M NOT A BABY WTF DON'T SHOVE A FINGER IN MY MOUTH. ”

“ It silenced you, though. ” [Name] was speechless upon that statement, now letting out stammers and stutters.

“ Now, where were we? Oh right, William's son, Evan, was severely terrified and had PTSD signs near his father's creations, the animatronics. His older brother, Michael, found out and took advantage of it and.. ”

[Name] got lore dumped by the very same person who they have a fat crush on in within 2 hours.

By the time night arrives, and the clock strikes 8 PM, the two finally decided it was time to call off the day.

“ You may have won our bet of the claw machines.. BUT I STILL WON A PAIR OF KEYCHAINS!! ” [Name] stated, refusing to admit defeat. “ Good for you. I still won, technically. ” “ Ugh.. ”

“ Should I give the cookie keychain to Kaveh as a souvenir? It looks like the type of thing he'd like. ” The [taller/shorter] person asked, “ Don't know. It's yours. ” The gray haired male replied.

“ .. I'll give it to you then! ” [Name] remarked, giving the male the cookie keychain, while keeping the milk keychain with them.

“ Huh? ” “ It's for you! To remember this date! Ehehe! ” The [Hair Color] smiled gleefully, as the man finally takes the keychain with him.

“ Plus, milk and cookies! It's a good pair of a late night snack! You know? ” [Name] added, as Alhaitham kept looking at the cookies keychain.

A small chuckle was heard as Alhaitham couldn't help but smile a little from this stupid action.

“ You're so childish it's stupid. ” “ WHAT- UGH, IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, JUST GIVE IT TO KAVEH THEN! I'm going back to my dorm! ” [Name] grunted, stomping away angrily.

“ Hey! Did you tell [Name] that I was busy and I had sudden plans today? Where did you go anyways? ” Kaveh asked while the other male takes off his shoes at the porch of the door.

“ First question, yes. Second, I went to the arcade with them. ” Alhaitham replied calmly, “ WHAT?! AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME?! PLEASE TELL ME THAT YOU SAVED A SOUVENIR FOR ME. OR, MAYBE [NAME] DID?! ” The yellow haired man exclaimed.

“ They did. But I'm guessing they're still petty that you had sudden plans and didn't tell them directly, so, they gave it to me. ” “ WHAT!? Oh god... Fine, I'll apologize directly tomorrow. Just PLEASE give me the souvenir!! ” Kaveh begged.

“ Hmm, let me think. No. Will you let me go now? ” Alhaitham answered, finally going to his room.

“ UGH, FUCK YOU DAMMIT! YOU'RE THE WORST OF THE WORST! ” Kaveh's yappings slowly stopped as the gray haired male closed the door on him.

Looking at the time from his phone, a little Cookie Keychain was seen dangling at the bottom of his phone. Before finally deciding to get to bed right away after such a long day.

He could just do his assignments tomorrow at 5 AM anyways.

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AUTHOR'S NOTES || srry abt the postpone ive been busy these past few days 😞 ANYWAYS DID U ENJOY 🥰🤭

[allofusaresimping]

hellooo can you pls write smut for cheongsan x female reader maybe in a situation where she sits in his lap and things got spicy 🥵

Cheongsan x Reader

Genre: Semi Smut, Fluff

Warnings: Smut, Handjobs, Cheongsan’s first time, he cries out of pleasure, (Y/N) being skilled af at sex. Ps the picture below like…cRAP I wanna fuck him until he literally has to put and hand over his mouth bcs he’s too embarrassed to let you hear his moans.

Holy shit, he thought .

“Holy shit, (Y/N)..”

He said out loud, looking up at you with seriously wide eyes and then trying very, very hard to think of being chased by zombies so he didn’t have to think about the way your knees were right next to his hips or how his thighs were resting on your thighs or how he could feel your ass against his legs. Cheongsan gulped, nervously resting his hands on your sides.

“What? Never had a girl sit on your lap before?”

You teased. All Cheongsan could do was moan softly, taken aback because holy shit, his crush was going to kiss him.

“(Y/N)…what are you?- ah.”

Your lips pressed against his own so, so gently. For a single second, Cheongsan couldn't feel anything but the way your full lips were pressing against his own, putting pressure against his mouth. He sucked in a sharp breath through his nose as everything seemed to slow down to the rhythm of his heartbeat and narrowed into where their lips were touching. Then, all at once, he felt like he was aware of every single point of contact between them. Their lips, the way your nose was pressing against his own and squishing his left nostril, your fingers lifting the hairs along the back of his neck and your nail pressing into his skin, the weight of your forearms along his shoulders, your knees against his hips. It was all too much and not nearly enough.

“(Y/N)..I’ve never-“

You shushed him. After all he’s been through, you thought he deserved to be taken care of. And you certainly deserved a treat too.

“Relax. I don’t care if you’ve never done this before, okay? If you’re nervous, we can start with something small. I won’t pressure you, but I promise you’ll like it.”

Cheongsan nodded, blush evident on his cheeks. You eased yourself off of his lap to sit next to him. He grew quiet, shivering as your fingertips brushed against his lower belly, tracing light shapes over his skin as you slipped them past the waistband of his pants and tugged downwards.

“Ah-“

You let out a snicker, and Cheongsan felt you wrap your hand around his cock. He could feel himself throbbing with every breath he drew, and your grip caused a groan to slip past his lips before he could stop it. You firmly pumped the shaft in your hand, and his head jerked back involuntarily as he bit down on his lip.

“How cute. You’re already leaking everywhere!”

You squeezed his dick lightly, and ran your thumb over his head. Catching the precum pooling there, you swiped it away and licked your thumb. Cheongsan was breathing so heavily and erratically as a newfound sharp and sudden pleasure overcame him. He had never been touched like this before.

“Stop it…I’m going to-“

Cheongsan’s whole body shook unexpectedly and uncontrollably as you stroked him, and he could feel the knot in his stomach untangle. He spilled all over your hand and his shirt. As you finished him off, tears ran down his face. You had heard about people crying because of pleasure. How cute.

“How was that, Cheongsan?”

He caught his breath, before pulling his pants up and sitting back down, his legs shaking. He held you close to him, kissing your head and hugging you.

“It was, so amazing. I- I want-“

You interrupted him.

“You want to fuck me?”

“Jagiya, I don’t think I can last another round. Fuck, just seeing you touch me is enough to bring me to the edge. (Y/N), I’m going crazy here.”

You chuckled.

“You know, Cheongsan. You can have me whenever you want. And we can take this as slow as you want, okay?”

Cheongsan stood up with you. Step by step, he backed you up into the wall, now asserting dominance.

“No. I want to fuck you…now.”

(A/N): OMG yes 😮‍💨😮‍💨 I didn’t think I wrote this very well but I’m glad I finished it. What did you all think?

[genshingorls]

(Genshin Impact) Jean, Eula, Beidou, Barbara, and Lumine's S/O throwing themselves out a window

Jean looked up when S/O swung their door wide open.

(Jean) "S/O? Is something wr-"

Before she can even finish her sentence, S/O leapt themselves out of the window, making her eyes go wide.

(Jean) "S/O?!"

She was careful to not get cut by the broken glass and looked down, trying to find them.

What in Barbatos's name got into them?!

She had a lot to worry about today, but S/O testing gravity by exiting her windowpane was not on her agenda today.

(Eula) "Ah, welcome back."

Her greeting was responded by S/O running full sprint into the window and cannonballing through it. It left Eula completely stunned, not 100% sure if she was dreaming or not.

After freezing her finger and putting it to her neck, making her flinch, she realized that was real.

She doesn't know who to swear vengeance on, S/O for getting glass everywhere or whoever cursed them to do that.

...Archons she prayed that was just a curse and not how S/O got their thrills.

(Beidou) "Hey, come take a drink with me!"

Beidou didn't get a response because S/O tossed themselves out her window when they came in.

Thankfully they were on the Crux and anchored in Liyue Harbor, but she was pretty sure they threw themselves into the ocean.

Rubbing her one eye and doing a double take, she looked at her bottle.

(Beidou) "Either I've had too much to drink or not enough."

Beidou's convinced that wasn't real, and goes back to drinking.

Which is stopped after the first sip.

(Beidou) "...Oh crap that wasn't me being drunk was it?"

(Barbara) "Hello, S/O! What brings you to the Cathedral today-"

Apparently crashing through one of the window panes was what brought them today.

She shrieks in terror as she watches them drop out, the glass falling all around the floor.

Several sisters are looking around in confusion as some people begin muttering.

What in the world got into them!?

She either needed more sleep or something was seriously wrong with them, either way her first instinct is to gun it for Jean's office.

Hopefully her big sister would know what to do.

(Paimon) "Hey, it's S/O!"

Lumine turned around smiling.

(Lumine) "What do you think of the Teapot? I put a lot of work into-"

S/O immediately dashed through the window and burst through it as if it were made of paper, making her smile trail off.

(Lumine) "-...Into our room..."

(Paimon) "HOLY HECK, WHAT DID PAIMON JUST WITNESS?!"

(Lumine) "S-So that wasn't a hallucination!?"

(Paimon) "Does that broken glass look like a result of hallucination?!"

(Lumine) "W-WHY DID THEY JUST JUMP?!"

(Paimon) "WHY ARE YOU ASKING ME, LET'S GO FIND THEM!"

(Lumine) "R-RIGHT!"

Confusion is her middle name right now.

She's also sorta pissed because she put so much time in designing the room only for them to dash out in an instant.

She had to deforest the Cape for the furniture, and this is the thanks she got?

[jimblejamblewritings]

romeo and...cullen? | part 2.

Summary: Y/N Cullen, youngest in both actual age and last to be turned in the Cullen clan. Her world is turned upside down when Bella Swan enters her family’s life, because Bella doesn’t bring just herself but drags some of her friends into the Cullen’s life as well.

Warnings for the Series: light violence, light angst, light smut

Pairing: Jacob Black x reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

“You seem nothing like your brother,” Bella said as you waited in line for popcorn.

“Hmm?”

“You’re…how do I put this… nicer.”

“Right, I heard what happened in biology. Don’t mind my brother, he’s emotional. Seriously, mood swings out the wazoo with that one sometimes. You probably caught him at an off time. He’ll be back soon and you can say something then.”

You both reached for the bucket of popcorn at the same time, Bella’s hand pulled back quickly.

“You’re freezing.”

Crap, you thought.

“Um yeah, I have really poor circulation,” you said the first lie that came to mind.

“You should probably get that checked out.”

“My dad’s a doctor, if he says I’m not dead then it’s nothing to worry over.”

Bella didn’t say anything else. She just grabbed the popcorn and you walked into the theater.

Edward grabbed the cup of blood from your hand and took a sip.

“Eww, what is this?”

“Raccoon, and next time ask before you just take my food,” you said grabbing my cup back.

“I thought you didn’t even like blood, you and your people food.”

“You know I still need it to function a bit. Speaking of people food, well, people… you could try to act human you know. You should apologize to Bella on Monday. I mean I know you like to reject every girl at school but this time was mean.”

“You don’t get it.”

“Enlighten me.”

“La Tua…”

“Cantante,” you finished for him, “That’s who mom was talking about? You’re in love with Isabella Swan?!”

Edward sighed and rested his arms on the kitchen island. “In love and completely overwhelmed by her very scent.”

“Well, I can’t be of much advice but whatever you do Ed, don’t kill her. I kinda like this little town and I’d like to stay as long as possible. Murdering the chief’s daughter is definitely a one way ticket to moving.”

“Thank you, (Y/F/N).”

“Love you too, man.”

Bella and you walked towards her truck. You had gotten a ride with her that morning. Regardless of however Edward felt towards Bella, she wasn’t that bad to you. You could even say you had become somewhat friends. You leaned against the truck as she fished through her bag for her car keys.

“You’re still staying for dinner? Your folks are cool with it?”

“Yeah, Carlisle and Esme are pretty chill parents. We have a good amount of free reign.”

You looked over to where your siblings were standing by their cars watching you and Bella and not just talking like every other student probably thought they were. They all seemed to watch with vague interest aside from Rosalie and Edward. You couldn’t read Edward’s face but Rosalie’s was pretty obvious. If it was any other student she probably wouldn’t care; but, you being friends with your brother’s bloodsinger rubbed her all sorts of the wrong way. She had a bad feeling about danger coming to your family.

Tell Rose, even though she’s a vamp if she keeps scowling she’ll manage to get wrinkles, you thought, purposely directing it towards Edward.

He chuckled and shook his head. Before you could think of anything else, you heard the screeching of tires against the icy parking lot. Everything moved in slow motion. You saw Tyler’s van barreling towards Bella’s truck and your siblings go wide-eyed.

You couldn’t move. The screeching sounded so familiar. You weren’t standing in the school parking lot anymore. You were in a flipped over car, blood everywhere. This wasn’t real but you still couldn’t bring myself to do anything to snap out of the vision. The sound of tires still ringing in your ear.

You watched in horror as Edward raced over to where you were standing. Even as he stopped Tyler’s van and crouched over Bella, you were frozen. It wasn’t until Edward pulled on your wrist that you met his eyes and snapped out of it. Your brother quickly fled the scene and you bent down along with several others to check that Bella wasn’t injured.

No one paid attention to Rosalie, Edward, Carlisle, and you as you guys argued in the small hallway of the hospital. Your dad and sister weren’t exactly keen on Edward racing in to save the day.

“I wouldn’t have had to run if (Y/N) moved.”

“Just because you gave away our secret doesn’t mean you have to be an asshole to me Ed. I’ll see you guys back at the house, let me know when you’ve figured out what we’re telling Bella.”

You tried to walk out as calmly as you could. Edward could really be a douche sometimes, it’s not like he didn’t know why you froze up. He’s seen it in your thoughts a thousand times.

You raced to the school, careful to make sure no one saw, in order to grab Bella’s truck and drop it back off at her house. The old truck was honestly a piece of junk. You don’t care how much Bella liked it, this thing moved so slow. Charlie’s cruiser wasn’t in sight when you pulled up; but another car was. You took the keys out of the truck’s ignition and used the house key to let yourself in.

“Is Bella okay, Charlie?” A man’s voice rang out.

“It’s not Charlie, I’m just here to drop off Bella’s keys!”

“Hmm?”

You placed the keys in the kitchen and then walked over to the living room to show myself. Upon meeting the eyes of Billy Black, you regretted not having just left without saying anything.

“Hey, (Y/N),” Jacob said, sitting next to his dad on the couch.

“Hi, Jacob. Hello, Mr. Black. What are you guys doing here?”

“Watching the game with Charlie before he got called by the hospital. Told us to stay and he’ll be right back.”

“Oh well I was, um, just saying I was here to drop off Bella’s car and her keys. She’s fine. The van did more damage to the truck than anything else. I’ll just be going now, can you tell Bella her keys are on the table.”

“If you dropped off her truck do you need a ride home?” Jacob stood up from the couch.

“Oh, um I don’t know…”

“Jacob, the girl’s fine.” Billy’s eyes never left you.

“It’s fine, dad. I’ll be back in a minute. You ready, (Y/N)?”

Jacob walked past you and his dad and towards the front door. You quickly shuffled past Billy mumbling a ‘nice to meet you’ and walked with Jacob towards his car.

“Did you really just change the station from Rock ‘N Roll Classics for who even is this?” Jake asked as you turned the dial on the radio. You were halfway through the drive.

“I like rock it’s just Aerosmith’s not really my thing. Don’t tell me you’re a genre purist.”

“I’m not a genre purist. I like pop, it’s just Madonna…I don’t know.”

“So you admit you know who this is!” You laughed as Jacob rolled his eyes.

“Okay, yes I know Madonna. Guilty as charged.”

“I knew it,” you said with a satisfied grin. “Pull off here.”

“This is the woods?”

“Yeah, just right here. It’s a road, I can just walk the rest of the way.”

“I’m not letting you walk the woods alone when we’re already this close.”

There was no point in arguing with Jacob. He didn’t know what was really going on in the world around him; and, there was no rational reason you could give for why he shouldn’t drive you all the way home without revealing everything. You just sat back and continued to point him in the direction of the house.

“Woah, nice place,” He said as he pulled up.

“Yeah, Esme really has a thing for design. Thanks for dropping me off Jacob.” You unfastened my seatbelt and got out.

“Eh, it was nothing really.” Jacob looked like he was going to say something else when you could feel Emmett and Jasper come up behind you.

“He was just dropping me back home. I was riding with Bella this morning, remember.”

You knew they could smell the wet dog all throughout the car, evidence of Billy and potentially Jacob’s true nature.

“Thanks again, Jacob.”

He nodded. “Hey, um. I was wondering if you weren’t too busy maybe we could do something next week?”

“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea.” Jasper’s Texan accent slipped out a little.

“Oh whatever, Jas. Here.” you handed Jacob your phone so he could put in his number. “Just text me and we’ll figure something out.”

“Okay. Well, I’ll catch you around. Better get back to my old man. See you later (Y/N).”

You waved as he drove away. Ignoring the slight growls from your brothers, you walked into the house.

“Really, (Y/N)? First the human girl and now a werewolf boy.”

“Potential werewolf boy… well, more shifter if you think about it.”

“Not the point.”

(Part 3)...

[olivereliocorcordium1983]

I can't believe im even doing this but here we go🙄 i am perfectly aware of Timmy being in this pic with Taylor Russell. I do not deny this at all i am fully aware that Timmy has and will be put with other costars ect. HOWEVER,

When I came into this fandom it was because of call me by your name, it was because of ELIO and OLIVER, ARMIE and TIMMY came afterwards because of the beautiful relationship they have together. Whether it is as friends or more than that I really don't care as long as both of them are happy that is all I care about.

So when I do this👇I am doing it because One: I WANT TO and because I personally ship them together and are perfectly capable of separating the characters from the actors.

Two: my IG is for my stories, so there are people who want to see these two together in whatever senario be it: DD/LB, husbands, fuck buddies, what have you even if it isn't my thing personally, I do it for them because I was a musician and in college they say, you give the audience what they want. And that is what I am doing.

So if the charmies want to see them paired up a billion times with their different characters from their different movies im going to do it. And do so proudly!

I am here for THEM not you overly butt hurt haters who want to spit you negativity everywhere and want to be little tiddy babies because oh my god we pair Timmy up with fucking Armie Hammer whose a "cannibal, rapist, blah blah, blah, 🙄 sit down and shut the fuck up. And go somewhere else with that bullshit please.

There are much more important shit going on in the world than a bunch of overly enthusiastic fanboys and fangirls talking everyday about actors they don't know personally. So if you don't like the shit that I post then go somewhere else, im an adult who writes whatever the fuck I want and who is escaping my own rl through my stories because im going through a very hard time.

And trying to figure out how in the world i am going to live without someone whose life meant more to me than your stupid petty comments!

Grow the fuck up! Stop coming into the damn Charmies space and trying to get a rise out of them, its not going to work! They don't care for you stop trying to get their attention like kimber from nip tuck who wont let go. Move on! They get it they see you, now go away!

my give a fuck button about your little issues with Charmie doesn't exist for me. I dont give a damn about how pissed you are about lillothee not being a thing anymore, I dont care for your words about "Timmy is with Taylor in that picture, not with that cannibal abusing asshole" I truly don't give any fucks because the part of me that did, officially died along with my grandma.

So seriously if you don't like what i do, say, post and all that other tiny non important crap then fucking block me. You don't want to see Timmy and Armie together fine. Block me.

If you hate me as a person then fucking block me. Because I have more important things to worry about now like how im going to get my job up and running, taking care of my grandpa, dealing with my own emotions and my own life so that when everyone else dies I can survive. Writing my own will ect.

You know, the things that actually matter than sitting behind a computer all day and literally putting all your damn energy into that hate bubble you got going on and trying to get validation from people who dont give two shits about you. Because you hate your own life so much you don't know how to be productive enough to want to change it and be happy for yourself.

That is what i care about right now, not a bunch of strangers who can't let other people just live their goddamn life and mind their own fucking business and find their own happiness.

Not a bunch of strangers who dont have the fucking balls or big enough balls to take themselves off of anon and show their faces to the people who they intentionally go into their dms, their asks, just to put their two cents into an opinion that no one truly gives a fuck about.

No people with actual differences of opinion who are respectful about it. Im not talking to you.

But you fuckers who cant be an adult and have adult conversations with these charmies, go away go play in your sad little sandbox leave the adults alone.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk, mic drop, ✌️the 🖕 out!❤️🧿

[bimsha]

Series : 100 WAYS TO SAY I LOVE YOU

Inspired by: 100 ways to say I love you

Fandom: Tokyo Revengers

Pairing: Keisuke Baji x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, kissing, prom night

Tw: mild swearing

Word count: 1.4K

Muffled voices fill the background as you try to find your way through the mass of body in front of you: all swaying to the rhythm of music vibrating the room. The music which felt soothing to your ears had transformed into a painful banging. “Exucse me” You mumbled, elbowing another couple pressed against each other. Speaking of couples, where the hell did Baji go? You didn’t bother turning around to look. The room was too dark to see anyway.

Highschool prom was supposed to be enjoyable, and yes it was until some bloke decided it was funny to throw stuff around. Thinking back now, he was probably drunk and high, of what? God knows that. You could see the exit just a few feet away. After elbowing another pair dancing near the door, you opened it, stepping out.

Oh.

Heaven.

The soft breeze kissed your skin flooding you with well-needed relief. Closing the door behind you, you stepped into the almost empty hallway outside the gym. Your heel clicked a little too loudly when you took the staircase. You wanted to put a fair distance between the gym and yourself. Prom was good, but too much prom was seriously bad for your health. Wind brushed against your bare shoulders, sending a shiver down your spine. Clutching onto your purse, you stopped. You had come too far from the gym, from all the people clasped against each other. Screaming and dancing. There was not a soul in sight. “Crap” You muttered, debating whether you should go back or just stay there.

“Y/n” A voice said. The familiar tone echoing in the empty hallway. You turned to see Baji, handsome and elegant in his dark blue tuxedo. “I was looking everywhere for you” His accusing tone interrupted your thoughts.

You scowled, “It was getting too stuffy in there. I needed some fresh air. You just poofed to thin air”

You watched his eyes glancing at your hair before sliding back to your face again. “Let me guess”

“Your pins have come off” He provided helpfully.

You had pulled up your hair into a pun and secured it with a set of bobby pins. It matched the princess skirt deep blue gown you were wearing. But now even you could feel it loosening. You sighed, frustrated. Just great! Baji looked around and gestured at the bench. “Come here, let me fix it”

If it was someone else, you would’ve flat out rejected them. But this was Baji, your boyfriend. He knew about hair more than girls, and you always meant it as a compliment. You sat beside him, your back to him. His hands started doing their magic. Slowly pulling out the pins. A comfortable silence settled between you two. The only sound breaking it was the faint humming of him. Soon, you felt your long locks dropping to your shoulders. A voice whispering in your ear, “You look pretty damn stunning like this”

Pink tinted your cheeks. Refusing to turn, you huffed, “But Chifuyu said-” You stopped, biting your tongue. Crap, you almost spilled the secret there. The princess skirt gown was not the only reason you chose that hairstyle.

A hand snaked around your waist and soon, you were staring at him. Amusement glinting in his eyes. “Chifuyu said what?”

“Nothing”

“Oho?”

Upon your silence he leaned back on the bench, “There ain’t a particular hairstyle I like” He said, staring at you. Locks of hair framing your face. It had been a while since you cut off your bangs. “I like it when you keep it down.”

You followed his example and placed your head on the cool bench. Your shoulders recoiled at the coldness. The night sky was littered with stars, glittering in white sharing that twinkling light against the darkness of the night. “I didn’t ask” Your answer was stubborn.

Baji reached for your face and tucked one of the loose strands behind your ear with a wicked grin, “I wanted to say it anyway”

Clicking your tongue, you leaned against his face pressing your lips together into a brief kiss. “Yeah? I’d say you’re pretty damn elegant in that tux”

His grin widened. His fingers still caressed a lock of hair among his fingers. “You still want me to fix it?”

You shrugged, “I think I’d just keep it. Because that’s what I want”

“Sure” He said, dragging the last syllable for an unnecessary second to prove his sarcasm. Punching his arm, you stood stretching. Still indecisive whether you want to go back into that chaos. It was so peaceful out here. “Are you going to go back?” Baji beat you to the question, standing up. “Or” He said, pulling you into his arms. His hand wrapped around your waist and his other on your face, cupping your cheek. “We could ditch this party and go back home”

He was never a fan of crowds and you much less. Home sounded like salvation but you both still had a promise you two made for each other. “But we promised to force ourselves to socialize for the day. C'mon Baji, it’s the last high school prom”

Baji groaned, “The first day I actually engaged with most of these students, and I’m already mudererous”

With a chuckle you punched his chest. “It’s not that bad”

“Yes” He agreed, “It’s worse”

“Oh my god” You grinned, as he twirled you around with a smirk, trapping you within his arms. His chin tucked into your shoulder.

“I like it here better.”

A soft blush covered your cheeks. These surprising moments of intimacy were almost a constant with Baji. He liked to show his love with gestures. He always jokes about how he’s better at showing it than saying it. With him, it was always soft kisses, unexpected hugs. It was such a beautiful way to show love. Another cold breeze sent a chill down your spine. This dress was not at all cold friendly. “Is it cold?” Baji asked, pushing away.

“No way” You muttered wishing it was too dark to see your face. He stepped around you and leaned against your face.

“Oh hell yes you are” He grinned, “I can fix it” His flirty voice offered. Catching you by the waist, this time he pressed your lips together. In the dark hallway with no soul around, the only sound was the light smack of your lips, tasting the familiar corners of each other. Pushing away, he grinned stupidly. “Is it warm enough, princess?”

You spluttered, stumbling back, surprised. Kisses was something which took you time to recover from. “Shut up”

He laughed, unbottoning his coat. “I was kidding” He said, dropping the material over your shoulders. The warmth instantly spread as you pulled it around you tighter. Feeling the familiar smell of him wrapping itself around you like a mist. “All better?”

You smiled, “Thanks, prince Baji” You said, adding a touch of dramatic flair to your voice. He nudged you with his shoulder, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

“Let’s go back”

You sighed. “If someone tries to throw stuff again, I’m going to hurl a table at their face, I swear”

He chuckled. Then with all seriousness added. “I’ll take the table, you better take the chair. We don’t want collateral damage. I’m too broke to pay”

“Breaking something is the point, Baji”

“C’mon Y/n, you always break me, but I think you’re rich enough to fix me”

You pulled a face. So they’re playing bad pickup line challenge, huh? You smirked, “If you break something tell me. I’ll fix it” You winked for good measure.

He snorted, opening the door to the sweet chasm inside the room. The music has changed. Slow music filled the room, couples swaying to the heavenly rhythm. Baji smiled, “Oh damn, I’m glad we came back”

You smiled back, taking his hand and walking to the dancefloor. Your ears were filled with music. The outside world was shut down when his hands were on you, guiding you around the dancefloor.

This is beautiful, you thought. There was nothing wrong in this little world you shared with him. There would be challenges, barricades and obstacles but no matter how many times you break, he will be there standing. With his smile, his hand outstretched to wrap you in that strong reassuring embrace, saying:

“Come here, let me fix it"

I'm not proud about this one 💔😭

I might redo this later or make another Baji oneshot with the same prompt but different context ig- Anyways thanks for reading!