#but yeah the whole thing is dumb and cheesy

[ajvocals43]

Country Girl (Shake it for me)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 3378

Warnings: Rushed writing (not edited), body image issues, cheesy cliches

Summary: Y/n is in love with Dean, but what happens when she decides to show him what he's missing out on?

A/N: I couldn't let Dean's birthday go by without writing a fic for him. This was done really quickly and hasn't been edited but I've had this idea for a while. I will also say, I didn't add it but if you play Whole Lotta Woman by Kelly Clarkson during the beginning of the bar scene, it hits. That, along with Country Girl by Luke Bryan are what this was based off of.

Hot. That was my only thought as I stepped out of the backseat of the dark chevy impala. I stared up at the western themed motel in the small town in the middle of seemingly nowhere. Dean was freaking out, as per usual when it came to the “Wild West”, and what better place to be for all that than Texas. It’d been a long time since I’d been to the lone star state; not since I was a teenager trading months between my parents. It hadn’t seemed as hot then. Right now, I felt like I was standing on the surface of the sun in my dress pants and blouse that I’d worn to interview families while Dean and Sam went to the Morgue. I really needed some shorts. Really, I needed the confidence to wear some shorts. 

“Is anyone else sweating balls out here?” I asked the brothers who were grabbing their things out of the trunk to head into the room. My question fell on deaf ears as they both continued their conversation inside the air conditioning. They were probably both tired of my complaining since it hasn't stopped since we hit the dry heat earlier this afternoon. I sighed, grabbing my bag, shutting Baby’s trunk and heading into the room. Sometimes we split into 2 rooms but most times there were rooms that had 3 beds, or 2 beds and a cot that we would rotate through each town. This would have been my turn to have a cot but luckily, there were 3 beds lined up against the far wall. I sighed as the air conditioning kicked on and I felt the vent above me start to blow cold air into the room. 

“Better, princess?” Dean called from where he stood at the thermostat on the wall opposite me. I nodded, feeling the cold air chill my skin from the hot summer sun outside, walking over to my bed on the left side of the room. 

“Didn't you grow up in Texas, Y/n?” Sam asked from where he sat on his laptop. “Shouldn't you be used to the heat?” 

“I alternated months. And I never came in August because no sane person comes to Texas in August, Dean!” I called over my shoulder, rifling through my clothes for something that wasn't coated in sweat. 

I heard Dean chuckling behind me as he moved about the room. “Sorry, I don't choose where monsters kill people.” 

“Please, you're just happy you get to wear a cowboy hat again.” I shot back.

“You're damn right I am!” Dean said with a smirk. “And don't forget the boots, either, sweetheart.” 

I rolled my eyes as I went to get out my laptop, unable to stop the smile that crept onto my face. Sam was right, I'd spent a lot of time in Texas growing up and I'd loved it. Times had changed though and while there were pieces I'd always love and miss, it wasn't home anymore.  But I did have to admit, seeing Dean’s excitement made me feel something that I hadn't felt in a long time. It was rare to see him like this and for a second, I just let myself enjoy that, not knowing the next time I would be able to see it. 

Yeah ok, so I'm one of the dumb girls who fell for Dean Winchester. Sue me. I'm not going to go through the whole story of how the brothers saved my life and we became besties but then I started to grow feelings for the elder brother through the endless flirty banter. It's not necessary and I don't want to waste time on it. But it didn't change the facts. I was in love with him. And he didn't even notice me. 

Could I be more of a cliche? 

 Apparently, yes. 

We had a lot of work to do, so we got to putting the stories together and starting on the research for the night. And it took forever, especially considering how tired we all were from the drive into town. We decided to have dinner and call it an early night. 

 We’d spent a couple hours researching and coming up with a plan before Dean announced that he was bored out of his mind and going out. Sam looked at me, we both knew I was going with him. 

It wasn't that I didn't enjoy going out with Dean, I relished and feared the alone time in equal measure. Because on one hand, having time alone with Dean usually meant I got to see parts of him that I don't think he lets others see very often. And that just made me all the more hopeless because it felt like what he told me in these moments connected us on an even deeper level and that I knew him better than any one night stand or past girlfriend ever could. Because I knew the now Dean. The one that had been through hell, purgatory and so much more. I could understand him because I knew he wasn't the same 26 year old hunter that those girls had thought they could fix. I was under no delusions of being able to fix Dean Winchester. He was a fully grown adult and I was not his mother. But I think what kept my unreasonable hope of ever being with him going was that I accepted him. Bad habits, snap decision making, self-sacrificing traits and all. Because he was Dean. And all those broken parts that left scars and tore apart past relationships made him the most caring, courageous and loving person I'd ever known. 

On the other hand though, going out alone with Dean sometimes meant having to deal with broody moods, childish behavior and… picking up girls. Girls who looked nothing like me. I wasn't ashamed of my size…for the most part. I could appreciate my curves most days, but there were times where I struggled not looking like the bartenders or waitresses at the establishments we stopped at. The kinds of girls Dean picked up. He rarely ever went home with girls now, but it still happened. And it was not a fun time for me to sit in the backseat so he could drop me off at the hotel with Sam like I was a kid. Or even worse, when I refused to ride and had to walk or wait for an Uber to come pick me up. Because then, Dean wouldn't leave until someone safe showed up to come get me, and while I appreciated the thought, I did not appreciate the glares from the girls or the feeling like I was a child who couldn't take care of herself. 

Regardless, because we were friends, I wanted to look out for him. I knew Sam got some anxiety when Dean would just up and leave sometimes because you never know what could be lurking in the shadows, especially in our line of work. Or at least that's what he told me. I had the stinking suspicion he just wanted me out of the room because he knew about my feelings for Dean and didn't want to monitor my moping while he was gone. Which was understandable. 

 Dean and I got into our respective sides of the car as usual. Sam normally rode up front in the passenger’s seat, but would sometimes sacrifice the leg room for me when I got car sick. This wasn’t new by any means and yet, my body’s reactions were as if this was the first time we’d been this close together. I was hyperaware of his smell, the sounds of the leather moving and adjusting underneath us, the feel of the engine under me. I rustled through his box of cassettes on the floor before landing on Bob Seger. Dean gave me a look as I switched out the Led Zeppelin that had been in earlier. I shrugged and turned up the volume as the opening notes of Rock ‘N’ Roll Never Forgets came through the speakers. Dean was still giving me a weird look so I ignored him and started singing, waiting to enjoy the feel of the rushing air cooling down the car as we pulled out onto the road. 

Surprisingly, we didn't go to a bar though. Dean pulled Baby into a parking spot in front of a western shop that couldn't have been more than a mile away from the motel. What were we doing here? With the lack of movement on my part, Dean rounded the car and opened my door for me.

 “Come on, Princess. Let's get some gear.” I just stared at him. Why were we here? “You comin?” He asked when I just stared at him in shock. 

“Uh… y-yeah.” I stuttered. I truly didn't expect this from him. I scrambled to get out of the car and follow Dean who had turned with a smile and begun to walk into the store. 

As I entered the store, I got over my shock and figured he probably wanted a hat. Or boots based on the extensive collection that lined 3 of the 4 walls in the store. I followed him for a little before I ventured off to find shorts. The sweating was starting to get uncomfortable and I couldn't last much longer in jeans and dark shirts. I wandered through the racks, attempting to find clothes in my size, of which there weren't as many as I would like. But I did find some. A few lighter material tops and shorts that seemed like they’d fit. But I got distracted (I know, terrible for a hunter) and missed Dean sneaking up behind me. 

“What about these?” I turned to find Dean with a pair of what could barely be considered shorts. And sure they were cute with all their jewels and the belt that was looped through them, but they would no doubt look like underwear on me. 

“You’re funny.” I said as I turned back to what I was looking at. 

“I do.” he agreed, “But what's wrong with these?” 

“Theyre short.” I scoffed. 

“Isnt that the point of shorts?” he asked, seemingly confused. He wasn't wrong. And on good days, they were something I might wear. 

“I see your point. I guess” I said hesitantly. 

“Great! Then let's grab some boots…” he turned and eyed a scrap of fabric that was supposed to be a shirt “and this” he picked it up “and get out of here.” I laughed and followed obediently. 

We picked up some boots because we needed to be “authentic” for some reason and left for the motel. When we got back to the room, Sam was still in the same place we’d left him. “I’d assumed you guys went to get food or something.” He said before turning his computer towards us. “But get this. I think I found what we’re looking for.” 

The rest of the hunt went pretty smoothly. A simple salt and burn, and only Sam got mildly injured from being thrown into a wall. So we decided to celebrate. Well…Dean did. I figured this time I would stay back. 

“Why didn't you go with?” Sam asked from his place at the table. 

“Didn't feel like it.” I shrugged, not looking up from my book. 

“Uh huh.” Sam said. He paused for a while before saying “Y’know, he's not going to know how you feel unless you show him.” 

“Show? Not tell?” 

“Well we all know both of you are terrible at expressing your feelings. So maybe showing would be easier.” At this, he shut his computer and turned to look at me. 

I put my book down. “I love your confidence in me Sam, but you see as clearly as I do what his type is.” I said, trying not to let my sadness show. 

“Maybe…” he drew out, “But I also know my brother.” 

“What is that supposed to mean?” I asked. 

“It means, you should go to the bar.” Sam said, as if it were that simple. Maybe it was for other girls. The ones who didn't have the history we did. 

“Im scared Sam.” I finally confessed. 

“And?” he asked. “I don't remember you ever letting a man control your life.”  

He was right. I was a total cliche but… to be honest, I loved making people realize they'd underestimated me. The bar wasn't far, close enough to walk even though Dean had taken the car. Sam’s words got me thinking. And while I was terrified of being rejected by him, I felt like I owed it to myself to have a good time, regardless of what or who Dean was doing. 

So it was time to get off my ass and stop moping. I went over to my duffel bag in the corner of the room and found the shorts and top Dean had picked out earlier that week. What better way than to make a man regret than to throw his own choices back at him. I jumped into the shower and pulled on the clothes. It was a lot more skin than I usually showed but… it'd do the trick. The shorts did wonders for my ass and the top the same for my boobs. And while I wasn't fond of my thighs spilling out the bottom with the highest inseam of a short I'd ever had, it was a pretty sexy look. As a hunter, I never wore makeup so I did my hair and was about ready to leave, when at the last minute, I changed my regular thick boots for the cowboy boots we’d gotten earlier that week. It'd been a while since I'd rocked the denim and boots look, I kind of missed it if I was honest. 

And with that, I bade Sam goodbye and walked out the door. When I walked in, it was actually pretty crowded. It must've been a dancing night because when I looked to my right, there were at least 30 people on the floor line dancing. Maybe I'd head over there. But then I spotted Dean at the bar and I made my way over to him, swaying my hips just a little so as to draw a bit of attention from those around me. Maybe they’d see what he was missing. I stopped in front of him and he seemed stunned. Probably surprised that I came out tonight when I'd been adamant about staying in the motel earlier. But then, of course, the bartender returned and started flirting with Dean.

Refusing to let that break my mood, I turned and smiled at someone on the other end of the bar. He smiled back and waved. Just then, the music changed, and I heard the beginning guitar of Luke Bryan’s Country Girl start blasting from the stage. It was one of the few newer line dances I’d kept up with. I'd gone dancing years ago with a friend of mine and she taught me it so I at least knew one modern dance. I jumped up and strutted over to the floor, my steps falling to the beat of the song. 

And wow. In my constant fight against the supernatural, I sometimes forgot how much fun simple things like dancing could be. I lost myself in the moves, getting more into it until I was in the middle of the floor, smiling and laughing with those around me. Throughout the song, I let my worries fade away and let myself embody the spirit of the lyrics. Until it came to an end. I turned around to leave and found Dean had moved from the bar to one of the smaller standing tables that rounded the dancefloor. I made my way over to him. 

“I almost forgot how much fun those are.” I panted, coming off the dance floor. 

“Yeah, I bet.” Dean answered as he slid a glass of ice water to me across the small table top. “You were a natural out there though.” 

I took a sip and let the cool water slide down my throat. “That? It's really just about getting the repetition.” 

“Nah, I'll leave that to the professionals,” he held his bottle of beer up in a salute to me. “I'm just fine with my place watching.”

“Oh yeah?” I asked, looking back to the dance floor. “Who were you watching? The blonde? The redhead?” I tried for nonchalance. 

“You.” I heard him say behind me. It took a second for the word to register. 

I turned around, confused. “What?” 

“I'm always watching you. You know that.” 

Right. I really needed to stop getting my hopes up about things that were not real. “Dean, I appreciate that, but I promise, I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself-”

“It's not like that and you know it.” 

“Dean, I-”  I started. 

“Baby, don't make me spell it out for you; you know I want you.” He deadpaned. 

My jaw dropped. There was no way I had just heard that right. “Huh?”

He looked at me silently, waiting for me to wrap my brain around what he was saying, like it wasn't the last thing I had expected to hear come out of his mouth. 

“You…want me?” I asked finally. “Like me, Y/n, me?”

Dean chuckled slightly. “So the teasing wasn't intentional. 

“Teasing?” I asked, bewildered. “What teasing?” 

“The dancing, the flirting, the tight clothes-” 

“Tight clothes?” I blurted. 

“Not like that.” he started. I hadn't realized the sexist connotation to those words as he’d said them. “Sweetheart, you have to have realized what you do to me when you wear those jeans, or leggins, or those deep v tops.” 

“That's because they don't make a lot of clothes that fit bodies like mine.” 

“Really?” his voice dropped. “Cause I'm pretty sure that every stitch of clothes you're wearing, right down to those boots were made specifically to fit every inch of your body perfectly.” He grabbed onto my belt buckle and pulled me, harshly against him. “And to drive me right out of my damn mind.” 

Well fuck me. 

Literally. Please. 

My eyes dropped to his lips. Inches from mine now, I could feel his body heat radiating through our clothes. He leaned down, his right hand moved from my belt up my back and into my hair, grabbing a fist full of curls and pulling gently, drawing my eyes up to his. I licked my suddenly dry lips as I watched him smirk before leaning in slowly, giving me plenty of time to back out. Fat chance of that happening. I raised up on my toes and met him halfway, sealing our lips together in the single hottest kiss I'd ever had. I'd laughed at the amount of girls that gushed over his abilities but holy hell. They were right. I held onto him as we kissed every last breath out of our lungs, only pulling away when it started to hurt. I felt his smile against my own as we caught our breath.  

This was crazy. Absolutely insane. And incredible. “Damn woman.” Dean said, his breaths matching mine. “You drive me crazy.” 

“I know the feeling.” 

“Yeah?” he asked with a smirk. 

“Yeah.” I said dreamily. But my smile sobered as I remembered the bartender. “But what about-” 

“What about what Y/n?” he asked. 

“The bartender?” I asked. He looked at me blankly. “Shes cute.” 

“And?” he asked. “Princess, have you seen yourself?” He made a show of looking me over. “You’d drive any man out of his mind. I'm just lucky you chose to do it to me.” 

“Who said this was for you?” 

His face turned damn near murderous for a moment. “Let them try it and see what happens.” With that, his hand slid down to wrap around my waist and pull me impossibly tighter to him. There would be no doubt to anyone that we were together. “You’re stuck with me now sweetheart.” 

“Sweetheart?” I asked, playfully. “Not ‘princess’?” since that seemed to be his favorite name for me as of late. 

“You like that, huh?” he asked gruffly. “Well…you're mine, princess.” And with that, he leaned down to kiss me again. 

Masterlist 

[slutz4marsh]

Heyyy bbg can you make shower time headcannons of Kyle Broflovski? 💋

im gonna be so honest i did NOT know what this was asking so its a three parter

KYLE BROFLOVSKI X GN!READER: "IN THE SHOWER" (Fluff & Smut - HEADCANONS)

SOLO

Kyle is a germaphobe. He showers at minimum 3 times a day.

He has a million different products for hair care and skin. Half of the bottles in his shower are things you can’t pronounce.

His routine consists of shampoo → conditioner → wash body → rinse out conditioner. This is without even talking about the post-shower routine. (which consists of lotion and even more hair care products and a diffuser and extremely sore arms after the fact)

He’s very serious about things like cleanliness and personal grooming. Again, partly due to him being such a germaphobe.

Kinda unrelated but he will also keep his shower ABSURDLY clean. It’s not even part of his chores, he just does it.

TOGETHER (fluff)

To Kyle, shower time is a bit of a personal time. Because he’s so meticulous!!

Also, it’s sort of a time to destress and ignore the rest of the world. 

So when he lets you shower with him - it’s a testament to how much he loves and trusts you.

He’s very domestic. He massages your scalp as he washes your hair. He presses gentle kisses to your shoulders, collarbones, back - anywhere he can reach as he washes your body of all the grime and stress of the day.

He focuses all his energy on you. Taking care of you is almost a form of self care for him, in a way. It puts his mind at ease knowing that you’re well and taken care of.

SMUT

Of course. Showers tend to get a little sensual sometimes.

The water, the soap - it just makes his hands glide across your body so much easier… 

And he swears it’s an accident when his expert fingers glide over your nipples. The first time, you believe him.

Until his lips are attached to the back of your neck and his fingers flick your sensitive buds. He nips at your skin softly, gently rolling your nipples between slender fingers.

You can feel how hard he is, the evidence of his arousal pressing right against your thigh. 

One hand leaves your chest to dip between your thighs, teasingly rubbing back and forth. When he decides you’re plenty aroused, he pulls his hand away. Before you can even complain, he lightly smacks your hip.

“Put your hands against the wall, love.”

Of course you comply immediately.

He works his way inside of you, groaning the whole time. You’re leaning against the wall, panting as you get used to the feeling.

When you’re finally used to him enough for him to move, he goes crazy.

He has a hand in your hair, pulling it every few seconds. He has his other hand on your hip, guiding your movements back onto him.

Praise drops from his lips like it’s second nature. He tells you how good you are, how perfect you feel. How he’s sorry for this, he just had to feel you.

“You’re so fucking perfect- so, fucking- perfect, just for me, yeah?”

He’s panting, groaning, biting at your shoulders and neck.

By the time he cums, it’s hard and a lot all at once. You spasm around him and he frantically ruts into you, moaning against your skin.

He pulls out and his release drips down your legs.

You groan and his only response is cheesy and dumb and it makes you giggle, so he considers it a job well done.

“At least we’re in the shower, huh?”

[lovebugism]

hi bug!! for blurbcember, how about ❝ don’t tell anyone, but, i spiked the eggnog. ❞ where shy!reader is by herself at a work holiday party, maybe she’s new or just really shy and doesn’t talk to many people, and steve/eddie goes up to her and jokes about spiking the eggnog to break the ice and flirt with her bc he has a crush on her and wants to make her laugh 🥹 totally not based on what i wish would happen to me at my work’s holiday party lmao

ah this is so cute! :D i decided to do this one for steve so i hope you like it!! — steve harrington spends the company holiday party flirting with shy!you (friends to lovers, shy!reader, fluff, 1.9k)

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The quiet mouse and the personality hire walk into an office holiday party.

It’s like the start of a really bad joke.

You try to be as enthusiastic as you can about the whole thing, but spending the last half of your day socializing with coworkers who've never looked your way before now isn’t exactly thrill-inducing. Neither is having to hear “Oh, I didn’t know you actually spoke” a thousand times over.

You just don’t want the lecture about being a team player just because you have a harder time talking than most people do. Everyone knows you’d rather be at your desk, anyway. That’s what you do best — keep your head down and get your work done.

But Steve Harrington? He’s totally in his element.

He flits around the common area with a drink and a smile, making people laugh without even trying. It’s hardly fair.

You don’t know how he does it — or why he chooses to waste his charm on you. You’re hardly deserving of his dumb jokes or his pretty smile, but he’s stuck to you like glue, anyway.

He leaves your side only once. To get you another cup of eggnog because you were too scared to cut through the crowd for seconds. “Here you go,” the pretty boy croons as he hands you the plastic cup with a strong, golden hand.

You mutter a small “thanks” under your breath when you take it from him. At least, Steve thinks you do. You’re so quiet it’s hard to make the words out sometimes.

He pushes his sweater sleeves up to his elbows — a deep evergreen with a cream stripe around the chest, lined with several little Christmas trees — and leans against the wall beside you.

He towers over you in every way imaginable. It makes it hurt not to cower when he looks your way. Most of all, when he beams at you.

“Can I tell you a secret?” he asks suddenly, nose scrunched and honey eyes sparkling.

Your brows pinch momentarily in confusion before going lax again. “Sure?”

He leans closer to you, his warm scent engulfing you instantly — like morning coffee and woodsy cologne. It’s suffocating, in the nicest of ways, to be this close to him. 

“Don’t tell anyone, but I did actually spike the eggnog,” Steve whispers beneath the cheesy holiday music and distant chatter, quiet enough for only you to hear. 

You laugh before you mean to. 

He laughs because you are.

“I actually wouldn’t mind that,” you joke with a shy shrug.

“It’d make this whole thing a lot more tolerable, right?” he scoffs and brings his cup to his mouth. The heavy cream of the eggnog clings to his cupid’s bow before he licks it clean again.

You get quiet for a second, momentarily lost in how pretty he is. “Yeah. Definitely.”

“I think you’re the only person I know that’d rather be working than be here.”

“Well, I’m not really a—” Your mouth opens and closes like a fish until you find the words to say. That happens a lot. It’s why you find it easier not to speak sometimes. “—A social butterfly or whatever, you know?”

“I thought you were gonna say people-person.”

“That, too.”

Steve thinks for a moment, flits his eyes to the ceiling, and juts out his pretty pink lips. He crosses his arms over his chest and shrugs. “Well, I don’t think that’s totally true.”

Your brows furrow. Maybe he doesn’t know you as well as you thought. “No?”

“No,” he says confidently and with a shake of his neatly styled hair. He swipes his fingers through the intentionally messy strands. Then he shrugs. “Well, I mean, maybe. But I would say you are a Steve-person, you know?”

Your face screws up. His attempts to flirt with you don’t land.

He quickly tries to explain himself. “I just mean that— you know— that you don’t let everyone know you the way you let me know you.”

He gets all shy about it, but you think he might be right. 

Steve Harrington is more than just magnetic. He’s the kind of person that draws you in and opens you like a flower. An ounce of his attention feels like being basked in sunlight. He’s as handsome as life, too. Something holy, maybe. 

It’s his divinity that draws something out of you, you think.

“Well, that’s ‘cause you’re different from everyone else,” you shrug instead of elaborating on the dramatic religious metaphor in your head. Your gaze falls to the untouched cup between your palms. It’s easier to look at but much less interesting than the melting honey in Steve’s eyes.

He grins all sweet even though you’re not looking at him to see it.

“You mean prettier?” he jokes.

“Yeah,” you scoff and smile before you realize it. “No one’s competing with those dimples, Harrington.”

He beams. It basks you in golden sunlight. 

Something about the way he looks at you is comforting. Nostalgic. It makes you feel safe. Makes you feel brave enough to raise a trembling hand to his scruffy jaw and poke gently at the dimple in his left cheek.

“You just make it easier to talk. I guess.”

“Well, that’s good. ‘Cause I love hearing you talk.”

You squint playfully up at him. “Is that because you’re usually the one talking all the time?”

He nods. “That’s exactly why.”

You laugh, and it sounds like stars falling over his skin. 

“It just feels easy to me, you know? Being around you and everything,” Steve shrugs to pretend like you don’t stir something sort of poetry in his chest. “I just think you’re cool. Exactly the way you are. And, you know, when you apologize for being too quiet or too complicated or whatever— it makes me wanna kick the world’s ass for making you feel that way. ‘Cause you’re, like, one of the best people I’ve ever met.”

For a second or more, you’re not totally sure what to say. And not in the way you usually are. This is different. This feels like there’s sunshine in your throat, and you can’t speak a word through it. This feels like being so choked up you could cry.

No one’s ever been this nice to you, you think. No one’s ever been so kind to you about the thing you hate most about yourself.

You swallow through the sun rays and muster a wavering smile.

“See what I mean?” You try to laugh, but the words get caught in your throat. You cough once to clear it. “I have to talk to you because no one else will say such nice things to me.”

“And that’s just a shame. ‘Cause saying nice things to you is basically my favorite hobby.”

You laugh again, even though he’s not really joking.

“Like, if I could get paid to do it, I’d be out of this shithole in a second.”

You smile up at him, so wide it makes your eyes squint and your nose scrunch. No one else could stir such a loud emotion from the quiet you are. No one else but Steve.

[rosypenguins]

do you have any milliot hcs?? i love them sm

🌸Omg yes I adore Milliot! Here you go!🌸

🌸They’ve binged MLP together before.

🌸Milly could be the angriest she’s ever been. Shaking and frothing at the mouth with rage Elliot puts a hand on her shoulder and IMMEDIATELY she’s just- “Hi Ellie!! <3” like her entire aggression is just gone.

🌸These two are both so obvious yet so fucking oblivious. Like Elliot would hug her, wrap his arms around her waist while she cradles his face, but the second they realize what they’re both doing they pull away all: “omg that was so embarrassing they’re gonna know I like them!!” MY GUYS DO YOU NOT REALIZE WHAT THE OTHER IS DOING??

🌸They’re going to feel SO fucking dumb when they confess, honestly. Everything’s just gonna click into place for them and they’d both be like: “…how did we not realize this sooner?”

🌸Their first kiss would probably be the most awkward thing, too. Like, they don’t really know what they’re doing and their noses smush together and then they’re just both sitting there laughing at themselves because how awkward it is. They get it eventually, though. 🎉

🌸They’re probably each other’s first relationship.

🌸Elliot would send those really cheesy ‘Good Morning’ messages. Milly stares at it all flustered before hitting him with a ‘gm’.

🌸Milly’s probably really bad with words, so she’s mostly affection through touch. (And I like to think she’d sometimes just pretend to punch Elliot or just find random ways to touch his shoulder or arm. It’s how she says I love you.

🌸Meanwhile Elliot; the Aurizzm KING, would be INSANE with words. His love language would definitely be words of affirmation, so he’s always complimenting Milly and essentially reducing her to a silent, blushing mess. (Initially he didn’t know if this was bad or not but he’s since realize it’s fine.)

🌸Elliot would also need a lot of reassurance from Milly. He’d probably overthink every little thing he does and worry about losing her. So he’ll apologize often or ask if he’s been going okay as her partner. (And probably be tackled into a hug as she tells him he’s amazing.)

🌸Meanwhile I could see Milly being a pretty jealous girlfriend. I wouldn’t be surprised if Milly also had low self-esteem due to the bullying she received and the way she assumes everyone’s trying to attack her character or ‘control’ her. Seeing Elliot close with others would probably make her a little jealous, since she doesn’t know if it’ll make him realize he wants more than her. Either way, she wouldn’t really do anything other than cling to Elliot afterwards. Just sort of hug him and not really say much.

🌸Elliot would be a really clingy boyfriend, too. Milly goes over to Hailey’s for rehearsal one night and Elliot’s just sitting there curled up on his couch like: “I miss my girlfriend…” 🥺

🌸Elliot: “Loving my gf isn’t a personality? Heh, tell that to my gf, who I LOVE.”

🌸Milly to Elliot: “Stay back, kitten. Daddy’s got this.” 💀

🌸They’d be the most wholesome relationship in TMF.

🌸Total cuddle-bugs. Both of them.

🌸They could probably both pick each other up.

🌸They’re the type of people to blush when they hold hands, even after they’ve been dating for 3 months.

🌸Oh yeah, I also like to think that Milly’s whole firey temper and tendency to punch a bitch is actually something Elliot likes? Like, the ONLY reason he stopped her from pummeling that black-haired kid in the Spin-Off was because he didn’t want her getting detention. Not because: “Oh, if we resort to violence we’re no better than them.”

🌸I feel like Elliot would have to remind Milly to actually drink water. I don’t think she’d remember otherwise.

🌸In general I think Elliot would have to remind her of a lot of things due to her tenancy to get distracted.

🌸Milly wears the suit. Elliot wears the dress. ✨

[strungnews]

Katsuki loves holding your hand. He loves feeling how much smaller your hands are compared to his, either little, either long, he enjoys the comfort of enveloping his own with yours.

But then he notices that you tend to wear jewelry.

Piercings, clip ons, earrings galore, it was the most subtle way to help express yourself to the public without going all out. Lord knows you wouldn’t go out wearing cheesy yet flashy merchandise, especially with Katsuki.

But what bothers him the most, are your rings.

They’re cold and irritating to his skin, an overall nuisance at it clashes against his warm hands. He hates it.

You’ve caught him fiddling with your hands and fingers, making sure to avoid your rings in the process of doing so.

And it wasn’t lost on you with the way he’d discreetly shift your rings to not touch him in times of needed affection.

So you decided to take them off for a day. Your non clip on piercings having needed its weekly spa (stored in a jar with dish-soap), and letting your fingers take a break from its metallic confines.

Katsuki notices, but doesn’t mention it. Merely enjoying the closer skin on skin contact he’s getting from you.

“Does that feel better?”

“Huh?” He shifts to face you, cuddled up in the couch, limbs practically intertwined, sown together.

Eyes focused on the tv rather than meeting his gaze, you just repeat yourself.

“What feels better?” Tsking at your ambiguity, he pulls you in closer in his hold.

“My hands. I don’t have my rings on today.”

“Yeah, I noticed.”

“So? Does it?”

Katsuki doesn’t respond, only tightening his grip on your hands.

“Yeah. Stupid thing’s not in m’way anymore.”

Bashful as he was, he admitted it either way.

He lifts the hand that holds yours, your fingers would’ve felt nude, if not for the fact that Katsuki practically covered the whole surface with himself.

“I’ll put a better ring on you. Maybe then holding your dumb hands wouldn’t be as cold as it is.”

“Is that a confession I hear?” You snicker slightly, chest tightening at the prospect.

He looks into you with such love, such sincerity and compassion when he kisses the inner part of your wrist.

“It’s a promise.”

★彡

Later that week, he buys promise rings. You and him aren’t ready for such commitments, not yet.

But at least this way, you and him get to feel the cool metal press against each other’s hands, now the feeling is mutual.

I cant believe the anime’s done, im coping so hard gangalang

[lyrakanefanatic]

tig couple hcs part 1: max and xander

OKAY FOR SOME REASON I RANDOMLY WANTED TO MAKE A TIG COUPLES SERIES SO HERES MY FAVS FIRST!!!

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• they literally complete each other. xander, although he doesn’t show it, has always been a bit insecure when it comes to dating and didnt know if there was anyone right for him, until he met max 💗

• max told her parents about them dating a few months after they started, but they met like 6-7 months later. xander took it extremely seriously surprisingly, and showed up to her parents house with a suit and a bouquet of tulips (maxs favourite) (oh, and he got a smaller bundle of yellow roses for maxs mom because they represent friendship and/or family 🤭)

• xander loves isaac (max’s brother) and they get along really well

• karaoke nights are ICONIC with these two and they sing the best duets. you bet they’re eating up shallow and every hamilton song to have ever existed

• whenever they have movie nights they make the famous candy salads, and do that tiktok trend thing where they pretend that the candy salad was actually supposed to be a salad to make themselves seem healthy. here’s an example if you don’t know what i mean:

• “xander, are you ready to try this super healthy salad?”

• “you bet i am! i can’t wait to dig in— OH MY GOD!!! ITS ALL CANDY!!”

• “this is disgusting!! but… we can’t waste it.”

• “you’re right max. there are starving children! let’s try this”

• *while they’re eating* “this is NOT the healthy all greens salad we wanted xan 😪”

• “yeah, im SO disappointed.” (while they’re throwing handfuls of nerds gummy clusters onto their mouths)

• although avery and libby were the first people max told about her and xander dating, nash was the first person xander told about him and max dating.

• jk. nash found out because he walked in on him and max kissing and then xander told everyone in fear that nash would first. 💀

• they have SO. MANY. inside jokes it’s not even funny. sometimes at hawthorne family dinners, max will pick up a napkin or something and say some weird dumb statement to xander and they’ll both burst out laughing and get shot dirty looks by the laughlins and every older hawthorne that lives at hawthorne house

• max actually didn’t really like xander at first (although she found him attractive) because she was worried for avery, and when she had first got to the hawthorne house, she used to wander the halls just looking around, like the curious cat she is. one day, xander sees her wandering and pops up in front of her, and max, who was taken by surprise, pulls her fist back and punched him right in the throat. he was wheezing on the ground for 5 minutes straight. (she apologized so many times)

• at their wedding, xander mentioned this ⬆️⬆️ story in his vows with a cheesy line, like: “maxine liu, when I first met you, you took my breath away. literally. you punched me in the throat.” and made everybody there laugh (at the after party, nash made him explain the whole story)

• max snores and is a terrible sleeper, but thankfully xander falls asleep really quickly, so by the time she’s got her book away and is creating so much noise that it sounds like an elephant orchestra has taken residence in her mouth, xander’s already asleep

• they wear custom made matching hoodies. xanders says “when unsure, ask for max’s opinion” and max’s hoodie just says “max”.

• ⬆️ doesn’t really work the best when they’re not together LOL

• xander has woken up to max’s giggles at 3 am when she’s reading and the enemies become loversss 🤭🤭

• they eat enough food combined at thanksgiving dinner to make all of texas starve

• on the rare occasions that xander visits maxs house, he always takes seconds and thirds at dinner because he just loves her moms cooking so much

• when xander heard her swear for the first time, he was so taken aback that he just stared at her like this for 2 minutes straight:

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OKAY THATS ALL!!!

LEMME KNOW WHAT COUPLE I SHOULD DO NEXT BECAUSE I LOVED MAKING HCS FOR THESE TWO 💗💗💗

[magnoliasandarson]

hoax

Tim was doing his absolute damnedest to project calmness, but he was losing his mind. Two feet away, munching on some cheesy fries, was the Red Hood—the prodigal son, the dead golden boy, his childhood hero, his Robin. The insane man who once beat him half to death, now the guy who occasionally dropped by the cave with a frankly worrying number of bullet holes. 

He’d been patrolling for an hour or so when he noticed the lack of gunshots, screams, explosions, etc., and tracked Hood to the gargoyle Dick took him to once when he was feeling sentimental. It was strange finding him without his signature explosive bucket on, with a bag of Batburger in his lap.

Tim didn’t know what to say, but he knew he needed to say something. Jason apologized for his actions weeks ago and explained that the pit had taken no dead Robins and turned it into all Robins must die, but there was still a weight between them. A clear line that said do not cross; luckily enough, Tim lived to cross those lines, “Takin’ a day off from murder and mayhem?”

Jason twisted his head to look over, his scowl somehow threatening, even with a fry hanging out of his mouth. He finished chewing, looking menacing the whole time, “Fucks it to ya, bird boy?”

Tim plopped down on the ledge; if Jason was going to shoot him, he would’ve already. He stared out at Gotham, at the empty streets and windows glowing with warmth and light. For once, the city was quiet, “Just making conversation, Hood.”

“What made you think I wanted to talk?” Jason’s tone was harsh, but it was about a five on the Jason-rage-meter, and Tim didn’t get fidgety till a seven. 

Tim kicked his feet out, idly drumming his fingers on the cement ledge, “Maybe I wanted to talk.” And in a weird way, it was true. This was Jason freakin’ Todd; the boy wonder that made Batman laugh. He oddly wanted to know everything. 

Jason sighed like he was accosted by young, costumed teens all the time, and, to be fair, he was. Stephanie had taken to showing up at his apartment at odd hours with waffles, and she had only been shot at twice, “Fine, traffic light. Whatcha wanna talk about.”

“Y’know, you wore the suit, too. ‘Least mine has pants.” Tim spoke, then immediately hunched away. Robin was a sore spot for Jason- Tim was stupid to bring it up. 

For some reason, Jason didn’t immediately pull a gun; he just cocked his head and laughed quietly. Tim straightened back up and tried to muster up a glare, but that just made Jason’s little laughs louder, “Ooh- baby bird’s got jokes,” he rolled his shoulders and offered a thing of fries from the bag, “want some fries, Tiny?”

Tim groaned; why did everyone make short jokes about him? He snatched the fries sharply in protest, “You were short too-”

“Yeah, then I took a dip in poison snot,” Jason cut him off, “Ya wanna do that too, short stack?”

Tim immediately jammed some fries in his mouth- he was incurably dumb. He’d managed to bring up Robin and the Lazarus Pit with Jason. He should hang up the cape, “You got any advice? As a former short king?” Honestly, he wished Jason would just shoot him now. There was something wrong with his brain on a fundamental level. He’d been hanging out with Bart and Kon way too much.

Jason tilted his head like he was buffering and inhaled deeply through his nose like he was trying to calm himself through sheer force of will, “Whatcha wanna know?”

Tim chewed his mouthful of potato slowly; he hadn’t thought this far ahead. What did he want to know from Jason? He could ask about crime-lording, but Jason would probably snitch to Dick, and then Bruce would lecture him for at least an hour. Oddly enough, there was only one safe topic he could ask about, and it would still likely result in him leaving with lead in his body that was not there before, “You got any, uhm, Robin-ly advice?” Lightning should strike him down.

Jason didn’t kill him, which was a plus; just lit up a cigarette and took a long drag, which was objectively hilarious, but Tim would die if he laughed, so he just ate another fry, “Robin was a different kid,” he blew out smoke rings like the cool guys in movies, and if Tim wasn’t acutely afraid of lung cancer, he’d be tempted to try, “Dickwing use’ta say, “Robin is magic, you have to be brave for the magic to work.” I used to believe that shit.”

“You don’t anymore?”

Another cool ring of cigarette smoke floated out through the sky, “I stopped believin’ when I dug my way outta my grave.”

Noted. Tim cleared his throat; this was not a conversation he was equipped for, “Oh.”

Jason snorted, “Yeah- oh,” he took another deep drag of his cigarette, making Tim’s chest twinge, “The thing is- Robin will make you believe you can be- make you think you can be a better person.”

“Then why aren’t you better?” The words left his mouth without Tim’s consent, and his whole body tensed to jump, his fingers finding his grapple gun at his waist. 

Jason gave a wry smile and stubbed his spent cigarette on the gargoyle to his right, “Because Robin isn’t magic.”

[shyamanuensis]

The Hit List - HL Smut. (Chapter 2)

A little more tame than unhinged and unplanned - chapter 2 watches our MC starting to make decisions on the boys who will make her list. A little cheesy, a little horny, a little too much of Imelda's bluntness showing. You can read Chapter 1 here. I promise... more heated action and adventure to come. Enjoy xo

Katie’s POV

“What about Ominis?” “OMINIS? He’s as blind as a bat girl. You won’t get a kiss from him, he’ll barely be able to find you… although, you could definitely find something of his….”

Ugh!

“Alright – Garreth perhaps?” “Are you KIDDING ME! You’d waste a kiss on Garreth Weasley? No – absolutely not. I need someone to confirm for me if the carpets really do match the drapes.”

For fucks sake!

“Sebastian then…” “Katie – just no. A wand like Sallow has should definitely be put to better use.”

… there had to be someone…

“Leander?” “He’s pretty bland I guess… but no, you need someone much more... dull.”

..fine.

“Amit?” “THE RAVENCLAW HEAD BOY? Fuck Katie, you’ve said a lot of dumb things before, but this is really one of your worst suggestions.”

Was I running out of options?

“What about Everett? He’s right over there…”

Poppy’s suggestion may have sounded naïve to the untrained ear, but Everett Clopton was definitely the right amount of vanilla and naivety for a kiss to kick this whole hit list off. Before I could either agree or disagree to what was happening, the girls had dragged me off in Everett’s general direction towards the summoners court giggling like a gaggle of, well schoolgirls.

Amongst a match that was playing out, I was thrust onto the podium, tripping over my own laces as I stumbled forward towards Everett. Leander, who he’d been competing against – shot in my direction a confused look as he crossed his arms and waited patiently, it seemed for some kind of explanation as to what I was doing interrupting their match.

“Can I help you, Katie?”

Everett was sweet. Despite his irritable voice that sounded like nails on a chalkboard, glasses that most wanted to smack straight off his face along with his ridiculous smirk and a somewhat nerdy undertone – I could see why girls liked him. Or at least… tolerated him.

Wondering if I should explain what was going on or just act on illogical instinct, I glanced back at the girls who all wore a mix of smirks and raised eyebrows on their faces, eager for me to get the ball rolling. Biting my lip. I returned my focus back to Everett and took a step in closer towards him, hands firmly held together behind my back.

“...yeah, actually. Um, have you heard of a hit list?”

It wasn’t Everett’s expression of confusion that gave away that there were more than just us girls who knew about this little game but Leander’s as he turned from pale to absolute grey. Making a mental note to figure out how he could have heard about something that was merely discussed between friends not even an hour ago, I took a deep breath in, holding it before exhaling – hoping to hear some kind of response.

“Like.. killing people?” “Not quite.”

“It’s a fuck list…” – Imelda’s words shot around the castle grounds quicker than the golden snitch. Her comment definitely raising some eyebrows and interest.

“…you – you want.. you want to..”

Everett’s cautious words were again cut off by Imelda’s bluntness.

“No four eyes – Katie doesn’t want to fuck you; she just needs to kiss someone to start her list.”

I half turned back to face Imelda and shot her a look of absolutely bewilderment, hoping that she’d let me take control of the situation. Watching her zip her lips and toss away the key, I returned my focus to Everett.

“Sorry – I know she can be a bit much.”

Why was I apologising? Who knows. With my friends track records and their inability to keep their mouths shut, it wouldn’t only be Imelda today who put her foot in it somehow.

“It’s fine”, Everett acknowledged, “So… you’re after a kiss?” “Yes.” “And I’m your option?” “Well, Poppy actually suggested you.” “Why not Leander? He’s standing just over there.”

Again – Imelda’s voice carried across the summoners court. “Because Leander’s a bang-able option.”

Biting my tongue, I scratched my eyebrow with a hint of second-hand embarrassment.

“So um.. the kiss.” “Uh.. sure.”

Either Everett’s brain had stopped working momentarily, or I’d be regretting this.

“…what, sort of kiss are you after?”

Good question – peck, french kiss, single lip kiss, one of those weird lizard kisses that only ever seems to work in the movies, an angel kiss, a kiss where you were dipped romantically backward in front of a large group of people, a forehead kiss, the kind of kiss where you nibble the receiver on the lip until their head explodes and their body just melts against you, the – I’ll always love you - kiss. Options, options.

“..just a… kiss.”

It wasn’t much to work on or with, but it was all I had.

Stepping in closer to Everett, I could pick up that his breathing had hitched and that his heart rate was significantly faster than mine. Did I have the upper hand here? No – no – don’t get cocky. Pushing up onto my toes in order to reach him, our lips met in a very vanilla fashion. Straight on, no spark, no head tilt. Was this a kiss or a first-year intimacy experiment? Clearly… I wanted more. Breaking away from the kiss.. I felt oddly disappointed. I mean, thrilled that I’d started my list, yet.. disappointed.

“Thanks…”

The embarrassing acknowledgement brought a blush to my cheeks which I’m sure was going to be interpreted the wrong way. Heading back to the girls with quick steps, I grabbed onto Natty who was closest and dragged them away.

“Let’s get out of here.” “Oh, c’mon – that couldn’t have been all that bad?”, she remarked. “Rate him out of ten”, Samantha piped up. “Augh… a 3?” “Well that’s fucking generous.”

Here goes Imelda again with her candor attitude.

“Alright… onto stage two – heavy petting. This time, please don’t listen to Sweeting’s suggestions.  Who’s the victim of choice?”

Leander’s POV

“We might be in trouble.”

Catching up with the boys in front of the potions classroom, I was met with a obscured looks and stunned affairs. Albeit, my announcement didn’t actually make sense conceptually for where we were and for the lack of information I’d divulged but a little more acknowledgement wouldn’t have gone astray.

“You’ll need to be more specific Prewett, only one of us here speaks ginger...” Sebastian was a dick – but in this case, he was right.

“Katie Greene just made Everett her first target on her hitlist.”

Having gotten actual information out now; the conversation and animosity of the group began to counterbalance.

“Everett? As in Clopton, weirdo Everett? What kind of fucking option is he?” Garreth scratched his chin trying to make sense of what he’d heard.

“At least she didn’t sleep with him I guess”, I muttered, “means I’ve still got a chance.”

“Prewett the only thing you’re ever going to screw is a lightbulb.”

Fuck you Sallow – and fuck you Gaunt for high-fiving him in solidarity.

As the four of us murmured in our own silence; I rambled off names which came to mind that may have been considerations for the next hit list victim.

“Hector Jenkins?” “What – another Gryffindork?”

Sebastian didn’t hold back.

“Duncan Hobhouse?” “Katie would have to be bloody desperate to even consider him.”

Garreth was on the money also.

“Andrew Larson?” “He’s like a cheap, less suave, tacky Ominis.”

Ominis could only shake his head at the comparison.

“Arthur Plummly?” “If Katie even dares mingle with a Hufflepuff I’d have to put her out of misery myself.”

I folded my arms across my chest and huffed. Surely, she could be persuaded.

As if they’d read my mind, or were eager to take the lead – the smirk that Garreth and Sebastian shared shot at me; a tad curious and a little bit disturbing.

“Feel like repaying me a favour Prewett?’, Garreth asked as he walked over with a dark glimmer in his eye, Sebastian, confidently standing behind him.

“…. A favour?”

“Mhmm… a teeny, tiny – favour.”

Cheers again to @eva-fitzgerald and @berrysemifreddo <3

[faithintheunknownsblog]

How do pip and alucard (seperately ) deal with a reader who is oblivious to them liking her?fluff plz

A/N: I'm so sorry, I promise I didn't forget- I've just been trying to get more chapters

Alucard

Alucard would just get tired of it, blankly staring at you and plainly asking you, “are you stupid or something?” 

“What?” You ask, taken aback by the rudeness.

“Are you stupid or something,” Alucard asks again in a serious tone that still has a sprinkle of annoyance mixed in since he had to repeat himself.

You shake your head, “no, I heard what you said. I’m just wondering what the actual fuck makes you think you can talk to me like that.”

“Well, clearly you are too dumb to realize I’ve made multiple advances in attempts to court you.” Alucard says plainly. This old geezer still thinks ‘courting’ is a thing.

“Did you offer the plumpest goat in the whole village to my father as well?” You ask sarcastically, “the Hell are you talking about ‘making advances’?”

“I have been doing like what they do in those movies-” Alucard has been watching cheesy rom coms in attempts to learn how to flirt, “-trying to woo you, but you just haven’t caught on.”

You couldn’t keep yourself from laughing, “that’s why you’ve been acting weird?!”

Alucard stays silent.

When you finally stop laughing and catch your breath you rhetorically ask, “Alucard, you do understand that life doesn’t work like that, right? All of those people are actors and the whole thing is scripted.”

Alucard grumbles, “Seras should’ve just let me give you the letter.”

“Letter?” Your curiosity immediately peaks, “you wrote me a letter?”

“Yes,” Alucard pulls the letter out from his jacket and hands it to you. Though he does not show it, he’s nervous as he watches you delicately unfold the paper and your eyes skin across it.

“Huh,” you keep your look unwavering as you look back up at him. Knowing that your unimpressed demeanor has him sweating bullets, then you fold up the paper and with a smirk say, “I could get used to these types of letters.”

“So that means you’ll let me court you?” Alucard asks.

You chuckle, “it’s called dating now, but yes, I’ll let you ‘court’ me.”

Alucard gets the biggest smile, “I told Seras the letter would work.”

“Yeah, you shouldn’t take dating advice from her anymore,” you laugh.

“Well I shouldn’t need to, now  that we’re together,” Alucard says happily.

You just roll your eyes and wave your hand to shoo him away, “alright, now go, I have to finish my work!”

“As you wish,” Alucard tips his head and leaves, now a very happy man to be courted with you.

Pip Bernadotte 

You and Pip are laughing and joking around like usual, but out of nowhere with absolutely no context he says “you make it very hard for me, you know?”

You and him tend to joke around, making lewd jokes, so you assume that’s what he’s doing now, “yes, I know. I wouldn’t be surprised if you had a picture of me you wank off to every night.”

Pip shakes his head, “no, not that way. Well, not all ze time, but zat’s not what I’m talkin’ about now.”

“What are you talking about then?” You ask Pip.

“Not to kiss you, I think about it all ze time,” Pip’s attitude is no longer playful. He constantly thinks about what it’d be like to hold you tight as he gives your soft lips tender kisses. You make him so happy and you’re all he thinks about. 

You go back to not taking him seriously and thinking this is a joke. So you decide to test him like you’ve done before and playfully say, “do it then.”

Pip is tired of all the joking, he leans in and kisses you so passionately, the world fades away. At this moment the rest of the world fades, it’s only you and him as it should be, always and forever.

When you two break apart, you're both breathing heavily, the kiss stole all the air out of both of your lungs and after a long pause Pip finally breaks the silence, “zat what I meant.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, “I’ve already figured that out by now.” “Just makin’ sure-” Pip smiles, “-because it took you zis long.”

You roll your eyes and Pip steals another kiss, which he will be doing with every chance he gets from now on.

[artist-issues]

so here's something I'm curious about: God's Not Dead. The films, not the statement itself.

I first saw the first film when I was younger and I hadn't yet embarked on my journey on examining just what i was taught and what I truly believed, but I remember finding the film a little uncomfortable.

I saw the second film and Ive never watched the third, and I think what I really don't like the first film is how it bashes other people's walks of life (Muslim father, three brands of athiests, and how it continues the myth that Christians in The United States are being Persecuted for their Faith Right Now.

Oh yeah and how the plots are really really dumb too, since the first film centers around a philosophy class with a professor that is skipping a very important part of most College degrees and the second takes place in a Bible Belt State with a high school teacher answering a students question comparing Marting Luther King Jr to Jesus's Sermon on the Mount and being taken to court over it.

I was twelve or so when I saw that movie and I honestly was not convinced by the film That God's Not Dead (in terms of the actual arguments in the class scenes.

The specific Denomination that I grew up with (Adventist) focuses a LOT™ on the end times so I do know about the future persecution thing well but like, I don't think we're there yet.

Anyway if you don't know those movies, feel free to ignore this ask but I'm genuinely curious about your thoughts on them, wether positive or negative or neutral

Hi! I saw the first God’s Not Dead in theaters. Never re-watched it. Did not see the sequels.

The good thing about God’s Not Dead is that people worked hard to make something that might shine a counter-cultural light on the truth that the God of the Bible exists. Stories that try to point to truth are on the right track, baseline.

The bad thing about God’s Not Dead is that it took things that are real, and genuine, and true…and it made them feel fake. By telling the story with strange conclusions and weird-triumph moments.

The thesis of the movie, that God is not dead, is something that only non-Christians would need to be convinced of. But the movie is clearly made for Christians. So. Yeah, it’s uncomfortable.

But you shouldn’t find every experience that the movie tries to portray uncomfortable because they don’t happen. You should find it uncomfortable because they don’t happen in that cheesy, Hallmark-grade way.

When a student stands up to their professor and says, “no, I’m not going to go along with this, and this is super weird that you’re trying to draw this line about the specific Christian God,” guess what? The whole classroom doesn’t usually get up and agree with you. They normally barely react. So even though some professors do put their foot down and try to mock or “kill” God in the classroom, and some students do push back, no. It doesn’t normally happen in that victorious way.

Just like how some young Muslim converts to Christianity genuinely are treated poorly by their families, or their community, not just in America, but absolutely, certainly around the world. Absolutely, certainly. I literally can think of not one, but two examples I’ve recently heard of, directly, from people I know.

Like I said, the events and life-experiences that the first God’s Not Dead movie are based on do technically happen all the time in America, and the West, and the world in general. They just don’t normally come with crowd-agreement, impactful music, wise one-liners, and celebrity appearances. The worst thing that the God’s Not Dead movie does is show you hints of things that are real, and really happen in real life, but cheeseball way it shows you those things, and the caricatures it turns people into, makes the real thing look fake.

As far as “the myth that Christians are Persecuted Right Now in America” goes…you just have to decide what you mean by “persecuted.”

If you mean, are we getting our heads run over by cement mixers, or dragged out of our homes and imprisoned for studying or even owning a Bible, or kidnapped by hired hitmen once our families find out we’re Christians, like they are in Yemen or Africa or basically anywhere outside the West…no. No, we’re not facing persecution like that. We’re not persecuted.

But if you mean, in the context of this conversation, that “atheists and professors and people in the professional sector of our education systems don’t have a weirdly specific bone to pick with Christians,”then you’re wrong. They do. They have. For a long time.

My second semester in college, in my plain old World History class, the Professor legitimately opened his class by explaining to us students that if we wanted, he would allow us to replace our midterm and our final exams with book reports as long as we read two specific books he assigned us. One was a book about how Jesus of Nazareth was not the Messiah and the Bible was false. The other book was a fictional short novel with heavy themes criticizing specifically Christian religion. Those were the two books he picked for his students to skip taking the midterm and the final, if only they would read those two books. And those were the ones he chose.

Not only that, but literally in the first class, I remember being stunned when he flippantly opened his summary of the 18th century by saying, “If anyone ever tells you you should check out the God of the Bible, and follow him, laugh in their face. Don’t do it. He is the kind of God who likes to make His people promises and then strand them in the desert for forty years!” First class. Out the gate. Like it was a joke.

It’s not a joke. Dude just openly mocked two out of the three major world religions that people identify with across the globe. Explain to me how telling someone never to convert to a specific religion and to mock it instead is anything other than “discrimination?”

Can you imagine a Professor getting up in front of a class and saying, “if anyone ever tells you that you should check out Allah ] and follow him, convert to Islam, laugh in their face! And here’s one short novel and one historically inaccurate essay criticizing Allah and making fun of Islam; if you’ll read these, tell you what, I’ll let you skip the two most stressful exams of the semester!”

No, of course you can’t imagine that. A Professor who did that about any other religion, creed, or god would be fired or taken to court or penalized or dragged on social media, at least. But the only student in the whole room who batted an eye when he said that about the Christian God was me. The only one who said anything was me. And it wasn’t a big stand up, dramatic declaration. Momentous music didn’t play in the background. My friends and classmates didn’t’] gasp or support me or stand up and agree with me.

It was just me raising my hand and saying in a shaky voice with a red face, after the sixth time he’d randomly deviated from talking about the Roman plumbing system to describe how the Apostle Paul and the other Apostles supposedly disagreed about who Jesus was (big lie, not true at all, but often used to “discredit” the Bible) to say, “sir, that’s not true. It doesn’t make sense. There’s a verse in the Bible where the Apostle Peter literally tells the church that the Apostle Paul’s words are directly from God.” And then he was like, “okay, I’m going to move on.”

I mean I just felt kind of stupid because the whole class was confused about the interaction; nobody was treating it like it was as important as me or the professor was, so it felt awkward to “make a stand.” But rest assured, all over the freakin’ country, people are excited to use up way too much of their brain power and emotional energy mocking, disparaging, and trying to discredit the God of the Bible and Christianity. They don’t believe in Him, but they’re so he’ll-bent on making sure nobody else does either?? Like, I don’t believe in Big Foot, but I’m not walking around trying to barter my students into reading anti-Big Foot books by giving them a pass on their midterms. But that’s how lots and lots of “athiests” treat the specific Christian God.

That’s not new. It’s not dramatic. It’s not persecution. It’s alllll part of the same old song and dance.

But it is real. The worst thing about God’s Not Dead is it made it feel fake and caricature, when it happens all the time and matters 🤷‍♀️ Anyway. Hope that answered your question.

[taylorsv3rsion13]

we never go out of style || c.f.

CONTENTS

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

tw: skinny dipping- being naked in an unsafe situation

words: 2.8k

synopsis : things were always rocky for conrad and you. after the whole break up, will everything be the same the year later? or will it all turn to shit.

Ever since that stupid kiss everything has been complicated.

I wore the puffy dress for Susannah. The gorgeous but heavy puffy white dress.

It wasn't super hot out, but it felt like it was with this thing weighing me down. I did try my hardest to sit still for Susannah though.

"Everything okay?" Susannah asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, just warm right now." I smiled.

"Just a little longer." Susannah said before looking back at the portrait and then sighing to look at me, "Don't you just love that dress."

I sighed, "Yep, I love it."

I didn't hate it, no, I just didn't love it either.

"You excited for the volleyball tournament?"

"Yeah, I can't wait! I had a lot of time during the school year with volleyball, so I think I'll do pretty good. My only worry is Belly and Steven."

"And which charity are you representing?" Susannah asked, smiling.

"Oh um, the same one you support." I said nodding, "The homeless women's shelter."

She chuckled softly, "That's sweet of you, Y/N/N. Thank you."

I nodded before messing with my dress again.

"Now sit still, I just need to add some more of those frills." Susannah said.

I began making my water, adding in electrolytes and everything.

My shirt had a "Team Y/N" name on the back and it had purple 3/4 length sleeves. I roughly put my hair in a ponytail.

"Hey, Y/N" Conrad said as he walked into the kitchen.

"Oh hey." I said, giving him a quick smile.

"What's that?" He asked.

I looked up to him. "Drugs." I said jokingly.

"Mm delicious." He responded, laughing a little. "Feeling good about the tournament?"

"Yeah, I'm ready." I said, nodding.

"You know, if you stay ready, you won't have to get ready later."

I laughed softly because of how dumb that had sounded from him. "That was, an interesting statement."

"Yeah." He said, laughing a little as well.

I continued with my water in front of me.

"Y/N" Conrad said, yet his voice dropped to seriousness.

"Mhm?" I hummed.

"I'm sorry."

"For what? Being cheesy?" I asked, raising an eyebrow as I looked up at him.

He sighed, "For being a jerk the other day, and pretending like I didn't remember, when I remember everything. I've been just replaying it over and over again in my head for the last couple of days."

I shook my head, "Conrad, I just don't know what you want me to say"

"I know, Y/N. It's to late, I get it. Um..."

I looked down awkwardly, not really understanding where Conrad was trying to go with this.

"Can I take you to the ball?"

I looked up at him strangely, "What?"

"I mean, I already know all the dances. It's no problem."

The doorbell rang, "Uh, I'll-I'll think about it."

As I opened the door, Taylor stood there.

"Taylor?!" I asked in surprise.

"Y/N?!"

We both hugged each other as Belly came down.

"You guys have some catching up to do." I said as I smiled.

"Y/N, don't think I didn't hear everything!" Belly called out as I walked up the stairs.

"Wait up!" Taylor called as her and Belly followed after me into my room.

Taylor put on her shirt as she asked my multiple questions and Belly answered them how she saw it.

"He was begging." Belly said.

"He was not begging" I said.

"He should be begging." Taylor said. "And this makes things so much more exciting because you get to tell him no."

I didn't answer as I looked through my phone.

Belly turned to me. "You're going to tell him no?"

"Well, I don't know. I don't have a date for the ball-"

"Okay ask Jere. It's not like you guys didn't kiss yesterday.

"You guys kissed?!" Taylor asked.

"No! It's not like that."

"Yes, it's totally like that!" Belly laughed.

Taylor was on my team, and Cameron was on Belly's team. I was pretty happy. But Cameron and Belly were a good duo, it made me more nervous.

The games started and Taylor and I went through the process.

Also with a random hand shake we had somehow made up on the spot.

"Play sharp, play smart." We both stated as we stood in our spots.

The whistle blew and the ball was thrown. The first round we had won, luck?

The second round against this team began again as I dived to get the ball with one hand.

"Nice!" I shouted as Taylor hit it over the net neatly.

Taylor fell hard on the ground as she attempted to get the ball. I ran quickly over to her.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" I asked.

"No, it's just... ugh, my ankle."

"Here, let me help you." I said as I grabbed her arms.

"You okay, Taylor?" Jeremiah called out from the stands.

"Yeah, I just like twisted it."

Taylor turned over to Jeremiah, "Can you sub, please?" She asked, taking off her shirt and throwing it over to him.

And here, the games began again, as I stood playing next to Jeremiah.

I practiced the handshake with him and he immediately got it.

I wouldn't say he was the best at volleyball, but he wasn't the worst. Yet he was better the first couple of rounds that he did play. The more we played, the worst his game got.

I ran into his arms as he gave a good throw. "Yeah!" I shouted.

Because of that, we were able to make it to the second game.

The second game was harder. The girls took it much more seriously than the guys we played against before.

Jeremiah had missed the ball as it went under his arms.

One round, the ball didn't even go over the net and he was flung into it.

I grew a little more frustrated as each round happened. I had to win.

"Okay, don't look at me, watch the ball." I stated.

"You got it." He said as he looked at me and the ball passed right by his face.

"Jere focus!" I yelled.

The score was now 10 to 2. And I wish I could say that we were 10.

I sighed as I looked at the score board. Now 17 to 7. "Ref can we get a time out." I said as the whistle blew.

I looked over, seeing Conrad staring straight at me from the side lines.

"I'm so sorry, Jeremiah, but I have to win this, okay?"

"Yeah, I get it." he said.

"Conrad, can you sub in." I asked.

Jeremiah took off the shirt, tossing it over to Conrad.

"Where do you want me?" Conrad asked.

"The start up." I said.

"All right, let's do this." He patted a hand on my back.

I definitely made the right move. Conrad knew how important this was for me and he definitely helped. I should've picked him as my volleyball partner all along, I justt forgot how could he was.

I smiled and laughed with Conrad as the ball was just inches away from being out when he threw it over. He ran to me and hugged me, lifting me off the ground a little.

The semi finals were hard. We were going up against Cam and Belly. I did a quick handshake with Conrad before getting in the zone. It was a close match. Closer than all the rest that happened today, but Conrad and I still beat them.

It was now left to us versus Shayla and Steven.

The game went back and forth as our scores were always almost tied.

"That was it. You got it." Conrad said as we stood in the middle of the court, doing our small handshake.

I hit the ball and watched as Shayla and Steven were too far, not being able to run after it. It fell to the ground on their side.

"Oh!" Conrad exclaimed as we both started jumping up and down in excitement.

He hugged me and now fully lifted me off the floor as we celebrated our win.

Susannah had made it to the mic quicker than I anticipated as she shouted, "And the winners are Y/N L/N and Conrad Fisher!"

"Nice game." I said to Shayla and Steven as they congratulated us.

Susannah came running at us with the large trophy, giving me a hug.

"You guys were amazing." She said, "Oh, you two make such a great team. Did you ask her yet?"

"Ask me what?" I asked.

"To be your escort." Susannah said, smiling. "I told him he had to ask you, since, you know, you haven't decided yet."

"Congratulations!" Laurel said as she hugged Conrad and I.

I avoided making eye contact with Conrad. He was forced into asking me to be my escort. He didn't want to.

"Nice ankle." I said laughing as I pushed Taylor lightly into Belly.

"Hey, Y/N." I heard Nicole say from behind me.

"Oh, hi Nicole." I said.

"Um, so my dad's boat just came up from Anguilla and I was wondering if you'd like to come and have some pizza and a rosé in a few hours? It's just something fun to end the day. And you all are welcome to come." Nicole said as she motioned to Belly and Taylor besides me.

"Will Kayla be there?" Taylor asked.

"You mean Shayla, and no, she has plans with Liam and everyone." Nicole said.

"Oh yeah, we'll be there." Taylor said, giving her a smile.

"See you later, Nicole!" I said as Belly dragged me with her and Taylor.

We walked n the dock. Taylor wearing a blue cropped tank top with jean shorts and two fishtail braids, Belly wearing her hair curled, with a bright pink top and blue jean shorts, and I was wearing a black and white tube top with a pair of low waisted jean shorts.

The girls were talking about boy drama and school stuff as I walked besides them. On a large boat stood 4 girls and one in a red crew neck.

"Girls."

"What?" They both asked before their eyes lay on the large boat.

"Y/N!" Nicole yelled as she waved from on top of the boat.

"Fuck me." Taylor said as Belly said, "Oh my god."

We did many things before the sunset, but once it got dark, we started saying truths and putting a finger down each time we had done something.

Belly had most of her fingers still up, and I had most of mine as well, not budging for most of them.

"Put a finger down if you've ever made out with Jeremiah Fisher." Taylor said, smirking at me.

I rolled my eyes as I put down one of my fingers.

The girls gasped as Gigi acted as if her heart was just shot.

"Wow, I'm sorry Gigi." I laughed.

"No it's fine, take my man." She said as she laughed as well.

"It wasn't anything. I didn't even mean for it to happen, nor did I really want it."

"I always thought there was something going on with you and Conrad, I guess I had the wrong brother though." Nicole said.

I hummed a 'mhm' to her, not really knowing what to say.

"Put a finger down if you've ever gone skinny-dipping at Hopper's Cove." Nicole said.

"Is that a dare?" Taylor asked.

"Oh absolutely." Nicole responded.

Taylor, Belly, and I were the first to hop in as we all splashed each other with the cold water. Yeah, it was kind of awkward just being naked, but it also felt freeing.

"Hey! Watch out for Jellyfish, I don't want to have to pee on any of you guys." Gigi exclaimed as she ran down the dock.

"The other two girls are missing out." Taylor said as she laughed.

Nicole agreed, "Yeah I was expecting them to come as well.

"Nicole." Gigi called out.

"Yeah?" Nicole asked.

"Conrad's texting you."

"Okay, coming." Nicole said as she swam over.

"I actually like them." Taylor said from beside us, which made us laugh.

The lights of the cars shown brightly before us.

"I knew they were bitches." Taylor spat.

"What's happening." Belly asked.

"Fuck." I mumbled as I swam closer to the dock.

Taylor got to the dock before I could.

"They took everything." She said. "Except for Y/N's phone, which has a really incriminating text from Connie..."

"Wait what? What does it say?" I asked as I swam right beside Taylor.

"My mom did ask me to ask you to the ball, but that's not why I did it. I did it because I wanted to." Taylor read out.

"Oh my god." Belly and I both said in unison.

Belly and Taylor both began questioning what to do, trying to make the best out of the situation which only made me laugh.

"We can not walk home naked." Belly said.

"What about that?" I asked, pointing to a boat cover.

I could see Taylor tense up from beside me.

"No." She whined.

We began our walk home, draped in a boat covering. It was cold, and we smelled like a boat, which didn't make anything any better.

"I don't know what I'm going to do." I said. Taylor seemed to understand.

"Pick Jeremiah duh." She said from beside me.

"But, Susannah told me to give people second chances. We didn't know anything when we first dated. It's different now." I said.

"Y/N, I'll support you, I just don't want you to get hurt." Belly said from beside me.

"I still think about when Conrad and I were still dating. How safe he made me feel." I said.

"But Jeremiah is head over heels for you." Taylor said from beside me.

"Okay? What If I don't know if I like him." I stated, puffing out a sigh.

I don't know when, or how, but we had somehow gave up on walking home as we just prayed and sat on the curb.

Two bright car lights came and all of us sighed.

"God, they're going to lecture us." I mumbled.

"Oh my god, Y/N, are you okay?" Jeremiah asked.

"What are you doing here." Taylor said, venom lacing her voice as she looked at Conrad.

"Nicole... she had told me um..." He motioned to the covering on us.

"I hope you told her to watch her back." Taylor said.

Conrad nodded as we took the plastic bag of our clothes.

We walked to the lights of the cars as we told them to hold the covering up as we began to redress ourselves.

"Are you going with Jeremiah or Conrad?" Belly asked me.

"I don't know. I guess, Conrad." Was all I could say.

"Crazy night." Conrad said as I hopped into the passenger seat of his car.

"Yeah, it didn't have to be though." I said, staring at him, "Quit playing these stupid games with me. I don't know if you want me or not, but I want a clear answer."

He didn't say anything has he drove.

"I'm sorry, but I've made my decision, and I'm asking Jeremiah to be my escort." I said.

Conrad's emotion didn't change much, but I could see the way his hand grew tenser on the wheel and how his other hand was stiff around the gear shift.

I didn't want the drama. And if I brought Conrad as my escort, there would be more drama than I needed.

That night, I slept in Belly's room, having a sleepover with Taylor and her.

I scrolled endlessly on my phone, not being able to fall asleep.

And of course, Conrad just had to text me.

"U up?" was all he asked.

I sighed as I got up quietly from the bed, walking out of the room without waking any of the girls up.

I walked out onto the dock, seeing Conrad's figure.

"Hey." was all he said, his voice deep and raspy.

"What the hell do you want from me? You're so fucking confusing Conrad! I can't figure out what you want or what you don't want. I don't want to deal with your stupid goddamn texts either. Everything bad happens when you text me." I yelled at him.

"I know, I know. I'm sorry, I really am. I feel like I keep doing the wrong things when it's about you." He stumbled over a few of his words before digging into his pocket.

"This is yours. Uh, you don't have to keep it or anything. I just..."

I took out the moon necklace. Which wasn't even mine. It fit him. It was him. I was the sun, he was the moon. I was a hot headed girl and he knew how to calm me down.

"What?" I asked.

"I just..." He moved closer to me. "I just don't want to lose you."

Conrad's hand was touching my arm, and we were inches apart again.

"I've given you chances. I just don't know what to do anymore, Connie." I said.

He nodded.

I didn't have much to say anymore. I left him on the dock. I didn't want to deal with him.

I was the sun, and Conrad was the moon. We were two very different people.

[princess-of-the-corner]

I had some idle ML thoughts that I thought were worth sharing.

So I was thinking about how nothing in fanfiction has quite managed to capture the feeling I had when I was watching the first season of Miraculous. I've gotten a lot of other good feelings and really enjoy the fanfiction, but it is markedly different from the first time I watched it.

So I started wondering what was it about this show that made me keep coming back? Because currently it's a combination of morbid fascination, sunk cost fallacy, lingering emotional attachment, and hate-watching. But not in the early days.

Sure, it was cute and charming and adorably cheesy, but the overwhelming focus on the love square that was the hook of the whole series didn't actually interest me (aroace gremlin lol). So what did this show have that made me continue watching back when it was kinda good?

I think I've finally figured it out. The first is the fun, uniqueish concept of mashing together superhero comics and magical girl anime and seeing what you get, which has been discussed in other places. But the second is one I don't really see talked about much. And that was the mystery of it all! When I was watching the first season, my friends and family and I all had a LOT of fun theorizing and putting together the tiny lore crumbs and making conspiracy boards. Is Gabe Hawkmoth, or are they just sorta similar? We watched in the iconic bad release order, so we were also asking where the kwami and the miraculous came from and how they got this way. Who was the Butterfly kwami? How did Hawkmoth get it? What was Hawkmoth's endgame and goals? What were some of the other miraculous? How do these powers work?

The show was set up with so little information, that it was kinda fun to try to piece it together as we went. But that quickly turned into being strung along, plot twists that made no sense (coughs in senti-Kagami), overfocus on dumb shit like the characters being not allowed to satisfactorily develop or more lovesquare lunacy, a fuck ton of inconsistent writing,and a lot of really unsatisfying answers to our questions (Gabe's a man with many issues and also a horrible person, Fu and the Order's whole. . .thing, the Kwami being really bad at their jobs for supposedly immortal beings, etc.)

All this to say, I'd like to pitch a miraculous rewrite that reimagines the origins of the kwami and the lore system to actually make sense, but then treats that very lore system as a mystery that both the audience and the characters have to solve together! I think it would be cool and capture some of the original spirit of the show that I haven't seen replicated.

Honestly yeah bringing back some mystery for the audience would be fantastic

[aidoneusdaughter]

Satoru Gojo x Reader- Infinite Love

Summary- You can never stay mad at each other for long

Warnings- A Lil Angst but not much, Fluff n Comfort, The two already in a Relationship, No use of Y/N (That's It I think…) No Spoilers (Dumb Title Name idk) Gender Neutral (I did my best)

Word Count- 596 (Wow short read then)

Prompt- "With the whole of my heart, I believe that together we are infinite."

How long has it been? Do They even want to talk right now? Do They  even want to see Him? Well, Not after what he said to them, He didn’t mean it, It just came out “How could you be so stupid!? It’s Me! I’m The Strongest! You're Just You!” Now he can’t even remember why they were arguing but now it’s just stupid, He doesn’t even realize he’s left the Park he had gone to after the fight, Now Standing in front of their shared apartment door, He hesitates to knock but right before he does you open the door, The two of you just stare at each other His once Sky Blue eyes now Look stormy with Guilt and sadness and your (E/C) eyes empty yet filled with Longing.

“I’m Sorry” The two say in unison, You both don’t say anything for a long moment after making it feel like Eternity, You step aside to let him by, The two of you move to the living room, Sitting on the couch awkwardly, Your mouth moves to speak but now words come out, Satoru takes the lead.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it…I shouldn’t have yelled or gotten mad, I didn’t want to make you cry either but I did An-And I’m Sorry…I can’t live without you” He says hiccuping, Tears once again fill his eyes, You move closer to him, Your hand reaching out for his.

“I’m sorry too, I shouldn’t have gotten angry either or yelled as well but...We still shouldn’t have said that about each other it wasn’t right…” Satoru moves closer to you sniffling, He moves his hand to your face to wipe away the upcoming tears that threaten to spill from your eyes “I-I’m so so sorry, I know that we have our differences sometimes but I was in the wrong this time Believe me and I know you know that too…God, I’m such an Idiot'' He says shaking his head, His snow white hair moving side to side, Making you smile at how soft it looks like that, You move to sit right next to him, You smile at how adorably cute yet sad he still looks “Yeah, You are an Idiot…But you're my Idiot'' You say happily, Now as if the previous emotions anger, Frustration, Sadness and Guilt had vanished into thin air.

“Yeah, You're right…You're always right but you wanna know something?” He says with a teasing smile, One he always has on when he’s about to say the stupidest of things “What?” You say curiously waiting for him to continue "With the whole of my heart, I believe that together we are infinite." His words cause you to groan and roll your eyes but with a clear smile painted on your lips.

You push him away with a smile as he falls over with a laugh at his own words and your action “God that was so cheesy Toru’! How do You even come up with this stuff?” You ask with a Smile so wide that makes Satoru think back to the first time he laid eyes on you “Oh you know, It comes naturally when I’m with you” He says wiggling his eyebrows as he looks at you causing you to snort, Through all the ups and downs, The Good and the Bad how could you love him any less than you already do? Either way the love you both shared could not be drowned by the arguments and sadness that came along, No, The love you both share has to be Infinite.

Main Blog- @zagreusdaughter if you'd like to read more plz follow or send in a Request or prompt♡

[ebonysplendor]

The Science of Staying Awake Review 👁️

TL;DR: Sleep is often for the weak, but having, what is likely but claims not to be, a hallucination being violently in love with you is something that is not for the weak. Apparently, it's not for the living either...

Game Link: https://viscereye.itch.io/the-science-of-staying-awake

Notable Features: Gender Neutral MC, Unnamed MC (referred as "You"), Yandere LI, Choice-heavy storyline Spiciness: 0/5 -- Not exactly wholesome because violence but no option to buss it open so no spice LI Red Flags: 1.7/5 -- Physically abusive, Crosses boundaries...other than that, he be's a touch starved boi who just wants cuddles

Wanna know more? Well, let's get into it!

Before I say anything, I just want you to read this:

Let me tell you, I had no idea how accurate that description was until I played it. That is a damned accurate description, and quite frankly, the only way to describe the experience that this was.

Anyways, I had ran across it when going through my game files, and I was like "Oh yeah! This game exists!" and decided to write a review on this one. I played this game many moons ago, and frankly, I don't see many people talking about or referencing this one; I honestly feel like more people should know about it, because there is a game to be played here. I mean, how many people are actually going to run across this review, I have no idea, but shit, hopefully it'll get a few extra downloads, because as "cheesy" as it may look, this was actually a pretty damn good game!

Honestly (and respectfully) speaking, you know how you look at a game, and you're like "This is probably going to be bad, but I'm curious"? From looking at the backgrounds they used, the description itself, and how they described the game as "cheesy" and a "creepypasta fanfic", I honestly thought this was supposed to be one of those "intentionally bad but funny as hell" games for jokes, but...yeah, no. If it was meant to be that way, I didn't get that at all.

I'll explain more in the actual review portion, but I'm going to go ahead and cut to the chase. As always, I give you the disclaimer that -- and those that have been vibing with me since the start of all of this already know -- I'm going to tell you as much as possible about the game without ruining the game itself.

Just as a side note, I think I do say that verbatim every time I write a review -- between that, "so boom", and the whole "drink water, don't be dumb" thing lol. I might switch it up one day, but that's honestly how I talk in real life. Like, can you not tell that I type the way that I speak? I mean, if it was something for college or work or something, yeah, I'm going to code switch, obvi, but for stuff like this? I'm pretty much talkin' to y'all like y'all are the squad because...well, y'all are lol.

Anyways! Enough chitchat, let's get summarizing.

So, boom (lmao ya see?).

We're in class, and we're tired as fook. Like, it's not even that "Damn, this class is boring" type of tired; it's that "I deadass haven't slept in 2 days, and I'm starting to hear colors and see sounds" type of tired. That "Ayo, why does this hard ass desk feel mad comfortable all of a sudden" type of tired. That plain and simple "a bitch is TIDE not tired" type of tired. Anyways, we recognize this as a current problem, and we know that we've gotta do something about it. Expeditiously. So, we hit up the vending machine, get something to wake us up a little, and then head on home.

When I say that it took everything to get up those stairs and to our bedroom...listen.

Like, as soon as we got through the door, we dropped that backpack to the floor, and we dive -- you hear me, dive -- into that bed. Now, with the way that we were feeling, dreamland should've been immediate. To be real with you, we were probably asleep by the time we were mid-air, but like, when we landed, we landed on something, and this something -- or rather someone -- goes "Ow". Like huuuuuuuh?

Again: Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuh? Fuck you mean, "Ow?" Like who the hell is yooooooooou?!

No, like, we literally ask who he -- ...it? --- is, because clearly, he was not here when we left, let alone just chilling in our bed, but he's just super casual about it, like, "Oh! I'm Vance!". Like, oh, right, Vance; that suddenly makes this whole situation totally normal and nothing to worry about -- as if that were even slightly true.

Here's the thing though, oddly enough, it actually is kind've true. See, we're not scared of him as a...whatever he is, but something about him is just...not right; something is very clearly off. Like, when he had introduced himself, he had shook our hand, and we immediately got this mad intense feeling of dread that we couldn't describe, and something about it just kind've made us feel like we were, quite literally, spiraling into insanity.

Naturally, we pull ourselves away from him and step back -- that spiraling feeling and anxiety is instantly gone. As you've probably guessed, it didn't take us long to put together that it's not good for this "Vance" creature to be too close in proximity, let alone anywhere near us.

He kind've picks up on this, and he's adamant that he's not going to hurt us. Still, we try to explain to him that, while we're not really threatened by him, we get this weirdly intense feeling whenever he's nearby, and he essentially needs to stay a little more than an arm's length away at all times; frankly, the further away, the better. Well...

He didn't take that well, and now, we feel threatened by him.

I hadn't mentioned this before, but Vance was already pretty upset that we wouldn't really let him come near us, let alone cuddle with him, but now he's extra pissed because we're essentially rejecting him altogether, even though he's, quite literally, driving us insane.

So, now that he's like this, we've got to get the hell out of there because, now, we aren't sure if he's still on the whole "I'm not going to hurt you" energy like before. That being said, we completely bolt, and he's like "Nah, bring that ass here, boi". Panic. Big panic time.

So, we do. We run off, but it does no good, because he finds us.

Granted, he doesn't know exactly where we are, but it doesn't matter because we're completely cornered. What are we going to do?

Well, let me rephrase that I know what I'm going to do; better yet, I know what I did. Now you guys on the other hand? Lol, I'll guess you'll have to play it for yourself to see what y'all are going to do.

I had honestly forgotten how good this game was until I had replayed it to grab some screenshots and to get a refresher on what actually went down. I'm not even kidding about that. My love for the game had literally re-sparked, and I can't believe that I forgot how good it was. If you've read my past reviews, you know that I mentioned at one point that I become an absolute slut for a choice-heavy game -- this is a choice heavy game and a damned good one. Speaking of choice-heavy...

Just to get off topic very slightly, you know what was crazy? When I went to replay it, apparently, I had done something different than when I had first played though the game and lmaoooooo, do you know that I had ended up finding THREE more endings? Wanna know something even crazier? One of them was a secret ending that I didn't even realize that I had gotten to!

Now mind you (lol you know the story is about to get a lil' spicy when that's said)! I had already unlocked like...if I remember right, like, 14 endings at this point, so when I found these other endings -- again, by total accident because, at this point, damn the review! I'm legit replaying the game for me, now -- I was now sitting at a grand total of 17 endings. So, now, I'm like "Ayo, what the hell?". Like, my mind is blown, because I was so sure that I had found all of the endings and completed the game. Remember, I hadn't touched or thought about this game in literal months because I was that confident that I had finished it. So, it's like, how many endings are there if I'm still managing to find more?

Naturally, I sprint to the dev's game page to conduct research on this burning question, and I am reading everything that there is to offer, but there was nothing. No "hey, this game has x amount of endings", no walkthrough map, no nothing. Did that stop me, though? Nah, because surely someone had experienced something similar to what I just had and was also like "Damn, how many endings are there...?". Lmaooooo well, I was right. You know what the answer is?

19. There are nineteen endings in this game.

I already knew the answer, but I go back to count the amount of endings that I have; there's 17. I dig into the game files for some more hints, and I find two icons (you'll know what I mean when you play it) that I've never seen before. Oh, okay. So, it's confirmed, but let me make sure that I've got the details straight:

Are you seriously telling me that, not only had I incorrectly assumed that I had all of the endings and finished the game because I had gotten all of the achievements, but the fact that I found three other endings -- again, by accident! -- doesn't even matter because I'm still missing two more because there's NINETEEN ENDINGS total?!

Wild. Chaotic even, and you're damn right that I'm here for it all. I LOVE that there are so many endings. I love even more that I have other endings to look for because I'm totally in love with this game all over again. Even though, lol, it was the deadpan, nonchalant "19" from the dev for me. The dev said "I said what I said, and what about it?". We love to see it.

Anyways, I'm a huge advocate for this game. If you've got some time, definitely give it a try. I highly recommended, and Vance is a pretty sweet dude, if you can find that side of him, I mean. Also, just for a very light spoiler but not really, the real ending was so sweet to me. Like something about it, it just...I don't know. It was just a warm feeling that washed over me when I had read it, and I was just like "That was actually really cute?" Bittersweet, even. Like, ugh, I am honestly really pushing for more people to play this game. It was genuinely so good, and I hope that the dev comes out with more visual novels. I truly forgot how in love with this game I was until I replayed it. This has, highkey, been a great experience.

Anywho, it's time that I stop my rambling and end it here. If you'd like to give this game a go for yourself and discover all 🌟nineteen🌟 endings -- which I highly recommend that you do -- a link to the game is at the very bottom of this post as well as at the very top. Hell, I'll even put the link right here so you can get to it quicker. If you're feeling extra motivated, visit the dev's page and post a comment telling them how great of a job they did and give them that extra validation to let them know "Hey! You're pretty good at what you do! You should keep doing the thing!". I didn't see where you could donate to them, but assuming I just missed it, remember that monetary validation is always helpful as well.

That's all from me though! Drink water, don't be dumb, and hope to see you around~!

The Science of Staying Awake

[siremasterlawrence]

Exploiting Chris C

I never meant to develop feelings for Chris C it sort of happened when he found me on a app for bdsm and wanted to work with me because he is brainwashed by masses to the umpteenth degree he can’t be himself at all. Constantly calling me bur always avoiding the plans to meet up with me to starts a real time thing until to today and I stupidly give in to his barrage of begs and pleads in a chance to get in to shut the fuck up for a second. Walking in to the restaurant he clearly books for use to have the whole place to himself I think that is quite odd as I spot him and he waves me over and greets me with a firm hand shake.Grabbing me in to a tight bear hug his abs are now mere second from my slim toned body and I feel the pressure of his power making me unsure of his seriousness and his commitment to the situation in the long run.I pull my chair out sitting down in this well shall I say my strange set up, my mind trails off to the knife picking it up a so caught the light in it and blare in to his face with no effort at all I caught his attention by maneuvering it.I love the sight of his attention span weaken before my eyes becoming more glued to the visuals I am bestowing toward him and his body in return agreed sinking in to the chair going completely blank and numb with no room to escape. Did not realize the waiter was standing not only a few feet away from him but incomplete trance and I instructed him to give the staff all the information I think they need and to disappear after that.The food is here after a extended period of me reprogramming him to be in a fever pitch seems as every time I eat it makes him hard and hard he is so turned on by the need who conquered him.

“You are having a wonderful day standing up for the morning.”

“Getting dressed “

“You yawn and run your hands through your hair”

“You get ready for the day “

“Hitting the showers”

“The experience is sensual “

“Every touch, every scrub”

“Making you rock hard”

“Burgeoning you ever closer “

“The heat enclosing over you “

“So hot”

“So hard “

“You want to cum”

“You must explore”

“It’s all you want “

“All you desire “

“Only my hand can give it “

“Only I matter “

“Your faith has been sealed”

“You prep your dog”

“Place the collar and chain”

“Going for a walk ”

“You feel alive “

“You thrive on the out doors “

“Everything is so surreal “

“You match eyes with me”

“I run away “

“You start to do dance chasing after me”

“You are hooked on me”

“Paging Dr Chris C”

“Where am I ?”

“At work dopey”

“Oh! Of course!”

“God you are dumb”

“Kind of dope”

“What type of doctor am I?”

“Dr Love”

“Hell yeah!”

“Dr love indeed”

“How about I show you some loving”

“Oh God!”

“Cheesy! Why too 90’s for me”

“You and I are the same age “

“Only three years apart”

“So if you call me cheesy and old”

“So are you”

“Oh shit! Fuck off!”

“Dr love will see you now”

“Why not?”

“More like it”

“I like you”

“I love you “

“Give me some “

“Touch this merchandise all you want “

“I own it”

“Duh!”

The end

[mins-fins]

HEAVEN KNOWS I'VE TRIED (P.GW)

SUMMARY . . . in another universe, they're happy, and they can be together. unfortunately, this isn't the universe.

PAIRING . . . park gunwook x male!reader, mentions of park gunwook x fem!oc

GENRE . . . angst, fluff

WARNINGS . . . none!

WORD COUNT . . . 2.5k

NOTES . . . DO NOT watch everything everywhere all at once if you have a rocky relationship with your mom, i cried and rotted in my bed for like thirty minutes. the title is from let you break my heart again by laufey because her music makes me sad in an unhealthy way!!

for every person, another version of them exists in a universe beyond, bearing a different fate..

the words were etched into y/n's mind, yes, but they were never of much importance to him.

he'd heard stories about how there are many other universes, a different fate set for each person in every one of them. he never truly thought they were anything real, because he was mostly a child when being told those tales.

even if the many different universes did exist, y/n doesn't even know what his fate in this one is. he doesn't have time to be wrapped up in these dumb yet interesting stories, because he has to deal with reality.

and he absolutely hates having to deal with the reality of his situation..

y/n always freezes and his face scrunches whenever the bell above the door rings and he hears the familiar giggles of them, watching them hold hands, seeing them be happy, watching them be cheesy and corny whilst he just observes.

he wishes he could look down and pretend he didn't exist, but that was pretty much impossible because it's him.

it's park gunwook.

"y/n!"

god, y/n wishes that he could just turn away and ignore gunwook, but how do you ignore your best friend of five whole years? the one person he has so many similarities with he could count on more than twenty fingers?

so, he curses at himself in his head, shoves his feelings down into the recesses of his mind and gives gunwook his fakest of smiles. "hi gunwook—"

gunwook pulls him into the tightest hug ever, and y/n pauses for a moment, processing the whole thing before wrapping his arms around gunwook, basking in the hug. "woah, what's this for?"

"i missed you" gunwook mumbles into his neck. "obviously.."

"gunwook" y/n begins. "we saw each other two days ago?"

"two days is too long of a gap" gunwook laughs, his perfect smile on display as he pulls away from the hug, staring lovingly at his best friend.

only platonically, though. gunwook would never look at him like he'd want for him too..

"anyway, how have you been?"

"i've been.. fine! yeah! fine!"

y/n hates lying, but what other choice does he have?

gunwook narrows his eyes, as if suspicious by his answer, but he smiles anyway. "how's your mom? is she recovering well?" he jumps up excitedly, giving that familiar smile which always makes y/n crumble.

"she's okay! she's still in the hospital but she's recovering well".

gunwook nods, smiling. "i'm happy to hear that, i— well.. aeri and i are planning on visiting her".

y/n's mouth sours, but he sighs. "the both of you?" that question left his mouth with such disdain, he hopes it wasn't obvious he was glaring.

"oh, do you have a problem with that? we don't have to go if you don't want us to—"

"no no" y/n shakes his head; "it's okay".

but it's not okay.

when has it ever been okay? y/n has always been horrible at expressing how he genuinely felt, he always masked his feelings with a fake smile, or fake words, he always pretend he's okay.

he can't do that to gunwook, he wouldn't do that to gunwook, ever. is he extremely pissed off that gunwook's girlfriend is now doing everything that they do together? yeah, of course he is.

but gunwook is his best friend.

he'd never do something of that degree to his own best friend.

y/n sighs, smiling. "when visiting hours open, i'll call you two, i'm sure my mom would love to see you".

gunwook nods, looking to aeri, who also nods, yet slower.

y/n pauses, scratching his hands under the counter. gunwook stares at him, blinking, he looks to aeri for a moment, smiling at her. "um, you can go, babe, i'll meet you outside, yeah?"

babe, y/n shuts his eyes, gritting his teeth.

"yeah, just don't take too long!"

"i won't!"

when aeri leaves, the bell above the door ringing as she opens the door, gunwook looks back to his best friend, smiling. "why are you..? shouldn't you be going?"

"y/n, remember when we were kids and your mom would tell us these stories to get us to go to sleep?"

gunwook completely derails the topic of the conversation, not answering y/n's question. y/n blinks curiously, not knowing why he'd randomly bring that up.

"yeah? what does that have to do with anythi—"

"well i know it's only been two days, but i saw you and it reminded me of, you know, that tale your mom told us about the countless different universes and how there's a version of us in each of them that bears a different fate and—"

y/n had heard this tale thousands of times, but he watches fondly as gunwook rambles, his eyes lit up, stars in them as he talks about the insane possibilities of who they could be and what fate they could have in other universes.

"i don't know gunwook, it seems like just a dumb story to me".

"y/n!" gunwook whines, grabbing his arms. "your so boring, you don't even believe in this".

"sounds like something from a marvel movie".

"you love marvel movies though!"

y/n shakes his head, looking away. "okay then, in another universe, would you still be park gunwook my best friend in the whole entire world?"

gunwook's face flushes lightly, but he shakes his head and smiles. "in every other universe that exists, i'll always be in your life".

"wow, romantic".

gunwook giggles, looking away, still holding y/n's arms. "in another universe we might hate each other".

"please that would never happen".

maybe, in another universe, i finally get to have you.

for every person, another version of them exists in a universe beyond, bearing a different fate..

y/n scrunches his nose, staring at the book before him. the words on the page strangely piece together in his brain, as if they make no sense but also make sense at the same time. after a while of pausing, he snickers.

other universes? yeah right.

"whatcha reading?"

"ah!"

y/n jumps, and when he turns around he's met with the smiling face of his partner. "jesus christ, gunwook, you need to stop sneaking up on me like that".

only a cheeky smile is earned from his boyfriend, who jumps over the bleacher to sit beside him, stretching his long legs forward. "sorry, your reactions are so funny, though" he leans his chin onto his head, staring at his partner fondly.

"what are you reading?" he asks, resting his chin on his boyfriend's shoulder to look at the words on the book page. y/n hums, content with the feeling of gunwook on his shoulder, he looks back to the page he left off on.

"some psychological multiverse book thingy" he responds, not really knowing how to explain it, and gunwook chuckles at his explanation. "it talks about like, how everyone exists in many different universes and how each version of them bears a different fate".

gunwook blinks, tilting his head, then, he smiles. "that sounds interesting! why do you look bored y/n?"

"because.. it just sounds like bullshit".

"hey! you'd never know if many other universes existed anyway, not like you can jump through them or anything".

y/n snickers, amused by the way gunwook is so into this. "okay then, in another universe, are you still park gunwook my lovely boyfriend?"

gunwook's face flushes at y/n's words, and he pretends to cringe at y/n's flirting. "in every other universe that exists, i'll always be in your life".

y/n pauses, the words hit him in a spot that warms his heart, makes him want to giggle and kick his feet in a giddy way. "your so cheesy".

"you started it! dumbass!"

y/n shoves gunwook by his shoulder, a short giggle coming out of his lips. 

"in another universe, we might hate each other".

y/n gasps at gunwook's statement, making him laugh and almost fall back. "please, that would never happen".

maybe in another universe, we both grow old together.

for every person, another version of them exists in a universe beyond, bearing a different fate..

the words ring through y/n's head as he pulls out his key, going through them and sticking them in the keyhole to unlock the front door. he sighs as he entered through the door, dropping his bag on the kitchen counter as he tries to blink away his tiredness.

y/n is hungry, but he's too tired to comprehend any of that. he slips off his uniform and puts on the first comfortable looking thing he could find, an oversized t-shirt and sweatpants. then, he shuffles towards the bed, immediately letting himself get wrapped in gunwook's arms.

he stirs for a moment, reaching out for y/n as he feels him crawl into bed with him. "hm.. hi" he mutters, resting his chin on y/n's head as the other yawns, burying his face in his neck.

"hi" he simply replies, his arms around gunwook's waist as he pulls the blanket over the two of them.

"how was work?"

"tiring, as always".

gunwook opens one of his eyes to stare at y/n in his peripheral vision, he finds the sight of him being tired cute, with his arms wrapped around him, he lets out a light giggle. "you look cute, y/n".

"as you've said before" he mutters, slowly removing his face from gunwook's neck to stare at him.

his gunwook, his husband, his everything.

"do you think.. that in another universe, we're both happy? and together?"

as soon as y/n asks that question, he buries his face in gunwook's neck, slowly beginning to drift off to sleep. gunwook stares, processing the question asked to him.

"in every other universe that exists, i'll always be in your life" gunwook states, running his fingers through y/n's soft hair, watching as his partner basks in the feeling.

y/n chuckles lightly, shaking his head. "your so cheesy".

"i'm just being honest.." gunwook starts. "in another universe, we might hate each other".

y/n lightly scoffs, tightening his hold around gunwook, as if afraid to let him go. "i would never let that happen" he says. "never".

maybe in another universe, we remain lifelong partners.

for every person, another version of them exists in a universe beyond, bearing a different fate..

y/n sighs as he closed the box, handing the last order to the person in front of him. "here you go" he smiles tiredly, and the person takes the order in excitement, smiling brightly at him.

"thank you!"

"no problem, come again soon" he waves, and when the door finally closes, he lets out another sigh, this time of relief. the door closes for the final time that night, and y/n smiles to himself.

"ah! were done for the day!"

"oh it's been a long day.." y/n mutters, his head almost falling onto the counter because of how tired he is from working all day with no breaks.

gunwook giggles at his boyfriend, lifting his chin so that his head is now back up. "come on, the faster we close up and clean the place the faster we can go home".

he pats y/n's back and the other just chuckles, quickly jumping over the counter and flipping the sign to say 'closed'. he grabs the map and begins cleaning the floor, repeating the routine he does every single day.

gunwook hums as he begins organizing the stuff on the shelves. y/n is pretty distracted, though, he can't focus that much on cleaning the floors when a certain phrase continues running through his mind.

"gunwook?"

"yeah?"

"in another universe, do you think were still together?"

gunwook pauses at the question, continuing to sort the stuff on the shelves. he thinks hard for a moment before turning to his partner, whose now mopping the same spot on the floor waiting for his answer.

"in every other universe that exists, i'll always be in your life" gunwook states, smiling at the way y/n's face goes red and how he pauses what he's doing.

goddamnit park gunwook and his perfect smile.

y/n chuckles, looking back down at the floor. "your just trying to fluster me" he says, and gunwook shakes his head.

"in another universe we might hate each other".

the comment makes y/n raise an eyebrow, and he stares at gunwook for a specifically long time. "i would never let that happen, i could never hate you".

maybe in another universe, the two us achieve our dreams together.

"so?"

y/n snaps out of his daze, looking at gunwook in front of him. "woah y/n, did i scare you?" he inquired with a raised eyebrow, and the other blinks.

"how long was i zoned out for?"

"a good fifteen minutes".

"oh— shit! um.." he tries his best to piece his words together, and gunwook stares for a moment before laughing, seemingly finding his display amusing. "aeri must be getting impatient, you should go now".

gunwook stops laughing, pausing for a moment as he suddenly makes eye contact with y/n, who freezes at his sudden stare. "come on y/n, don't be so boring, think of what we could be in all of those many different universes.."

"gunwook" y/n begins. "why did you even feel the need to bring this up?"

"well, because it reminds me of your mom!" he exclaims. "and you seem to be down, so i wanted to help lighten your mood".

y/n's gaze softens. oh god, gunwook, you and your attentiveness, if only this was a universe where your mine.

wait— what did y/n just think?

"well maybe in another universe" y/n begins. "my mom never told us those stories and you wouldn't currently be running late".

gunwook scoffs and snickers, lightly nudging y/n who giggles. "fine y/n, hopefully i do hate you in another universe".

"i would never let that happen!"

y/n winks at gunwook, who gasps. for a moment, they're in silence, before gunwook moves forward and presses a kiss on his cheek, making y/n freeze once again. "huh—"

"see you tomorrow y/n!" gunwook gives no explanation for his sudden display of affection and simply bids a goodbye to his best friend, making his way out of the shop, the bell above the door ringing as he leaves.

he stays frozen, processing the act of affection as his mind races, the words piecing together in a complete nonsensical way.

in another universe..

in another universe?

in another universe.

maybe, in another universe, that action was romantic and not platonic.

maybe, in another universe, gunwook could finally be his.

but unfortunately, this isn't the universe.