#gonna schedule this so its posted at a decent time

[klahadorable]

i'm normal i swear

do i know anything about 3d modelling? no

did i still wanna make a 3d model of kuro to go with my 3d model of my one piece character? yes.

am i gonna make them do the nyan nyan dance from the early 2000's? also yes.

[qinluofu]

⊹﹒blue lock boys + younger sibling headcanons ♡

sae & rin itoshi & barou shouei with a gn!neglected reader || heavy themes ! be aware masterlists ^o^ > part 2

SAE & RIN knew you were alive, breathing, eating. and that was it. they were aware of a third sibling in the family but they just, didn't have time to care. it's like getting mindlessly lost in the midst of a field and only being able to focus on a ball.

when you were born, it was alright. during the ages of when you were younger, they took care of you. they took you out, showed you football, this & that like normal siblings - its the total opposite to the now them who only glance at you and don't say anything.

your parents were so busy with your brother's schedules and their fights that they just, forgot about you. they see you, they feed you they call on you sometimes, that's it. most weekends while in the house, if they're not talking about sae they're talking about rin, it's always their achievements and never you.

even in school, your classmates often refer to you as "sae's sibling" or "rin's sibling", somehow it's never your name. when you meet someone decent and go out with them, they end up talking about soccer and your brothers, not your likings, your personality, your hobbies . it was just - "sae" and "rin"

alot of the times, you lay in bed, thinking about a life like this. everything around you is luxurious, its top tier furniture, the air-con is always on, you wear thick and nicely hand-knitted clothes, you never lacked anything materialistic - but somehow, having everything felt like having nothing.

it's not like you didn't try to mend your relationships. you tried to text sae and rin. rin being in blue lock never responded and sae being busy also never responded. there were a few times in social media that you would see some headlines about sae and rin and you would smile and like the post.

one day, there was a post about sae hugging his manager and you don't know why, but you started crying. it was your brother, who you haven't had a proper conversation in years, thousands of miles away, giving an actual hug to someone who was way further, way longer, way distant from family blood.

did he even care about you ? why couldn't it be you who was in his arms? does he even know you exist?

you couldn't feel anything, and maybe it was because you couldn't feel anything that you felt everything. years upon years of neglect from everyone suddenly bursted in you - everywhere hurt , but you couldn't feel it. you just knew it hurt. your stomach was hollow, your heart dropped, you were sweating.

the next day, everything felt alright again, like it always had been.

BAROU thinks about you alot, actually - but he's not gonna let you know that. it's just that he refuses to act out on his instinct, he thinks its embarrassing to show you affection. especially since he's the king of football. he shouldn't be dwadling on you too much, right?

he never really thought outside of that vicinity, never really noticed how your parents always seemed to shine when talking about him to relatives but hesitate a bit when talking about you ; never really noticed how it was all his achievements hung on the fridge and not your drawings or crafts ; never really noticed about how you were so alone and looking sad while sitting in the benches waiting for him to finish his practice.

he thinks what he's doing for you is enough, just thinking about you enough. he doesn't need to show you any affection, doesn't need to comfort you or reassure you, that's for others to do. he doesn't notice how his resting face is basically a scowl. so whenever you try to look for him, he always somehow seemed, mad. you never knew why, ever since from a young age, the only conclusion you could think of was that maybe he disliked you.

you told your parents about that thought but they were quick to dismiss you about it. claiming it was alright - it was ok. even your parents were weird, it was like they didn't seem to care about you as much as they cared about your brother.

that was a long time ago, maybe now you were slowly realising that the way your family treated you wasn't normal. walking back home from school, your brother long gone to the blue lock project, you see a pair of siblings sitting down on the bench outside of a mini mart, sharing an ice cream and laughing.

the scene was relatively normal - your feelings ? no. you suddenly felt a wave of sadness come over you, but why ? was it because barou couldn't laugh like that when you were around ? or was it because you haven't felt anything but emptiness in awhile ?

you could feel the tears slowly start to fall as you panic, suddenly crying in public would be embarrassing. you ran all the way home, opening the familiar door and walking inside the house. everything was the same, except for the fact that you realise you need to get out of this place, soon.

[the-yellow-birdy]

I come at this hour, only for you

AN: IM BACK, okay so your girl can't stop and she's incredibly indecisive, so forget the post from yesterday (except the recommendation of the other tumblr) and know that I have returned. Truly hope you will enjoy this L.O.L - Yellow bird

// 18+ audience only! - Heavy dom/sub dynamics - Dom!LarissaWeems x Sub!FemReader - BDSM - Power dynamics/Power play - consensual manipulation - Lesbian yearning - All characters are above the age of 18\\

Click clack, click clack.

The sound of your spool heels hitting the cobblestone floors, was penetrating your ears as you sauntered down the empty firelit halls. It aligned untempered with the beating of your heart, which was already on its way up your throat, trapping your breath, preventing you from deeply inhaling the cool air around you. The pencil skirt you wore, made it fairly difficult to walk at a fast pace, but it was probably for the best. Your hands were clamped with sweat and the white blouse you wore was already getting damp from your warm body and doing a small marathon right now would make your sweaty nervousness visible to anyone. To her. Merciless her.

The skirt could be seen as a bit inappropriate and you were starting to wonder if maybe you shouldn’t have worn it.

Or maybe you should.

What if she says something? Would she look? 

What if you want her to look.

Definitely not. You definitely don’t want her to look, she shouldn’t look. Surely she won’t look. Perhaps she will have stopped with these foolish games. Maybe she will like it and not say anything. 

Or maybe she won’t.

You were nearing her office taking a couple of deep breaths as you swiped your bangs out of your face, smoothing down your neat ponytail.

You’re gonna be fine. Just, calm down.

 It wasn’t unusual for you to be interrupted in the late evenings by Nevermores headmistress. Whenever your screen lit up as you sat comfortably in your bed about to succumb to sleep, you knew there was no protesting. Well maybe if you weren't so pliable there would be, but you being you, there was no displeasing Larissa Weems. 

But it was at night that things got…

Strange

—

One night she had called upon you as you were closing your eyes to the tv-screen in front of you, requesting your presents. It wasn’t the first time, and the appeal of staying in your bed was grand, but you had of course complied as the reliable secretary you were.

You always did.

She didn’t tell you why it was urgent, yet you expected some immediate reports or mails to be written and sent the following morning, calling you now simply as a favor to your busy schedule, giving you some time to write them. But you were far from right.

She had requested for you to make her tea.

Tea? At this hour?

You thought. But of course your thoughts and thinking didn’t have a lot of time in the company of the woman. So with a single tilt of her head you did as you were told standing in the middle of the beautifully crafted office, and made tea.

The act in itself was harmless and quite pure, actually. It wasn’t like you were already asleep when she texted you and was being completely unfair. You could still get home at a decent hour to get some sleep if you hurried.

“Take off your heels, and come pour me the tea.”, she had said, quietly reading a document in her hand, her reading glasses at the bridge of her nose. Only looking over to see if you had sat them neatly aside by the wall. You didn’t, she thought and looked back down at the paper.

You of course wondered about the demand of your heels, but again, not much time to contemplate when Larissa was awaiting you.

She had you stand by her side the entire night. Having you repeatedly pour her tea when her cup became empty. She had only allowed you to leave, when the tea got cold and you had to make a new brew. Not even a bathroom break was given.

You had definitely seen the benefit she gave you of leaving the heels behind. 

Oh, how kind she truly was to you.

As the night came to an end and the early hours of dawn were showing, small birds chirped outside the office window, your eyes had closed, pot in hand, and you were swaying in the morning lights as if in a trance.

A gentle hand on your hip had your eyes flew open, coming out of the hypnotizing calmness. You couldn't see them, yet you knew there were large gray bags under your eyes.

“Well done, dear.”, she had said, drawing lacy circles on your hip bone. You had no idea why you felt like crying when she smiled at you, but you held the tears back.

She had given you the day off to rest, yet expected you back the next morning with the new student reports.

—

Headmistress - Larissa Weems

You looked at the gold plate engraved into the big oakwood door. The expensive shiny gold against the plain dark wood was a contrast that could only be adored, as you knocked twice on the door.

“Ms. Weems, it’s me Y/n”, You almost didn’t hear her timid reply of you being allowed to enter over the thumping of your heavy heart beats.

Just calm down. Nothing is gonna happen. You can always stop it. She would never if you don’t want to. 

But what if you did?

You entered her office, seeing her tapping away at her computer in the distance. Not offering you a single glance as you made your way towards her desk.

You stood in front of her for a couple of minutes, waiting patiently for a sign, a breath, a nod, a clearing of her throat, anything. When she finally looked up at you, finishing her sentence with the final period, she said nothing as her eyes slid down over your exposed collarbones. They traveled further and further over your curves and creases. The subtle outlining of your visible breasts given the bra you had chosen, the skirt of which was far too short for a respectable woman such as yourself, and finally the almost see-through white button-up shirt tucked into it.

She said nothing. Only after seconds lasting what seemed like eternity, did she take her eyes away from you and down to her desk once more. The hairs on the back of your neck had settled again, yet the tingling feeling of a sugar rush in your veins remained.

She always gave you attention during the day. Walking past you desk with a smile and the occasional 

morning dear 

Or words of affirmation when your job had been executed without flaw.

What would become of me without you and your splendid work my darling? 

You lived for it, a single praise from the woman, could plant a stupid smile on your face the rest of the day. You truly were pathetic. You knew you did a good job and what you were capable of, so why did you crave her approval so deeply?

But when nights came around such as this one, she changed. 

She took a stack of papers on the edge of the mahogany table and stretched her arm towards you. Her tea, placed right next to it. She was now looking you in the eyes, ripping off your clothes and exposing your bare self to her, with just a look. Your cheeks burned and you knew she could see it.

“I would like you to go through these letters from the parents. And I'd be very pleased if you only hand them to me, assuming anything serious was to show.”, She had a shine to her eyes. The beautiful laugh lines around her mouth and eyes prominent in the glow of the fireplace. She was absolutely breathtaking. Terrifying. Fearless. Charming.  Warm, oh so warm. Cold. Beautiful.

Dominant

Mesmerized, you glared a second too long at her elegant hairdo, snapping your eyes to her face.

“Uhm, yes Ms. Weems. I-Is that everything?”confusion was visible on your face, she loved it. Is this it? No more games? No more long nights, no more stares or touching. No more awaiting atmospheres of what's to come, what she wants or does next, that erupts butterflies within your whole body?

“Yes. That would be everything, Ms. L/n”, She gave you only the tint of a smile as she redirected her attention to her screen once more after you took the papers, leaving you utterly dumbfounded.

“Yes Ms. Weems, goodnight”, she gave you a small goodnight as you made your way to the door. Eyebrows wrinkled and the feeling of fireworks in your veins dilapidating.

Was this it? no more?

The endless taunting, lessons, reprimandings and taut praises gone? It was as if your heart felt lighter, almost too light. As if something was fading and dissolving from it.

Your heartbeat fell into its normal, monotone rhythm. Maybe it was good. It surely was. All you had to do was leave and do your work. Simply take ahold of the door handle and…

A thud.

“Oh my, I’m quite the klutz. Would you mind helping me for a minute, my darling?”, her voice was calm, unnervingly calm as you listened to the woman behind you. It was sweet, bittersweet as she spoke the words in her thick accent. The hairs on the back of your neck had risen once more. Your heart, leaving its once peaceful rhythm.

You turned around. The principle was staring daggers at you, without having moved an inch from her spot. Eyes fixed on the price as her hand held onto the edge of the desk, head tilted slightly as she looked at you with a faux hopeful expression of your service. 

The now empty teacup laid on the expensive Agra rug. A dark patch of the liquid had formed on it as a result of the small accident.

“Come here.”, she straightened her head and morphed her expression back to one of seriousness. 

Click clack, click clack.

You came to stand in front of her again.

“Would you be a dear and clean the mess. I am terribly fond of this rug and I would hate to see it ruined by a simple cup of tea.”, she wetted her bottom lip, tongue sliding over the plumb flesh, leaving you with vivid imaginations and a horrible need to cover yourself in her expensive lipstick. She didn’t give you a smirk or even a hint of a smile, but the smugness, the eye contact and the feigning helplessness was drowning your mind.

“Yes.”

“Oh aren’t you too sweet.”

You timidly smiled at her, face lighting up in rosy colors at the exaggerated praise.

She blinked a couple of times, the kind features she displayed, coming to an end.

What do you do? Wait? Leave? Speak?

“On your knees, Y/n.”, It wasn’t mean nor a request, rather a polite demand. 

What? Knees? You won’t! There's no way you heard her right! Of course you heard her right, she’s insane. You’re insane. You shouldn't even be here at this hour, cleaning her mess, let alone on your knees as she feasted her eyes on you. You shouldn’t. Should you? 

Your mind was blinded by fog and uncertainty. But in the end you knew that when one eyebrow lifted slightly, eyes narrowed at your soul, there was no reason to resist. Like butter on a burning pan, your destiny was to melt.

Hypnotized, you got on your knees, putting the papers beside you. Your gaze not faltering from hers, seemingly kneeling in front of the dark spot, but in reality you were kneeling before an entirely different darkness.

Larissa’s breath raked, she had waited so long. She had too. There was no springing this on anyone. It had to be developed, a process of trust leading up to this exact moment, letting her know that her patience had paid off. You truly were hers. Look at you, such despair you showed, thinking she was gonna give you no more recognition. You were absolutely perfect, especially in this exact view with your skirt bunching so far up it covered nothing of your creamy thighs, and you didn't even notice.

“What are you waiting for, hm?”, She raised an eyebrow at you.

You blinked, “I have no cloth, Ms. Weems.”

She looked at your doe eyes, her body was about to give in. About to help you find a cloth, rip it off of you, providing you with the guidance you clearly needed in your state of haze. Tell you just how to do it, how to clean, how to sit, how to breathe, eat, look, dress, please.

Her eyes moved from your face to the white button-up. She could see the top of your pleasing breasts. How long until you’d beg her to simply brush a gloved hand across them, she thought.

She looked up at you once more, slowly trailing her eyes down onto the white fabric.

You looked at her with doubt, could it really be true. You needed to be sure. But deep down, you knew what she was asking. Demanding. 

I have no intentions of giving in to your puppy eyes, sweet girl.

You slowly grabbed the top button and freed it from its restraint. You looked down to see what you were doing, wanting it done properly and agile. You felt ashamed, bare, fragile, but at the same time the feeling of being free was the one dominating, making all the doubt disappear.

yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, such a good girl

“Look at me.” Her voice dropped and she had shifted on her office chair, so that she sat right in front of you. Head to chest. Her hands had folded over her soft stomach, an elbow on the edge of the desk and elegant, pale, long legs crossed.

Blue orbs observed you, as you gradually revealed yourself more and more to your employer, the headmistress.

It’s wrong. You have to stop. 

When all the buttons had been freed you paused, she gave you a tiny nod of her head, the only sign you needed. You slowly took off your shirt and placed it in your lap, your eyes faltering slightly of a new found shame bubbling in the back of your mind. You must be looking incredibly silly.

Oh dear. You were doing it again.

Your lack of obedience didn’t pass the principle. What to do with you? She brought the tip of her stiletto to your face. She placed it under your chin, lifting it and making you look at her a second time.

Iloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyou

Your mind went blank with only her as your epicenter. No idea of what to do, you simply looked up, mouth agape, baffled by her impotent behavior leading to the uncivilized act.

She looked so serene from this angle. Stoic. You were looking at her smooth calves, not able to look higher, the fabric of her skirt in the way. Dainty stockings protecting her skin from the cold, you, had to endure. Her elegant ankles, framed by elegant black heels. Flawless.

She was an angel. A devil disguised was probably the right answer. You never knew hell could taste, look, feel so sweet. And how could you deny it, when it was breathing you in right above you, like an addict. An addict fighting the urge to consume their drug, the thing bringing them simple, addictive ecstasy. Her eyes almost dazed and shoulders moving with her shallow breath.

Won’t be long now, my sweet

“Go on, darling.”, the touch of her smooth plastic heels left the skin of your neck.

There was only a millisecond of halting in your movements before you started soaking up the dark spot with your blouse. The white pious color, changing to one of light brown. You have to admit it was one of your more favorable shirts, but you didn’t object to any of it. You knew it would lead to nowhere.

The chilling air of the office, had goosebumps erupt on your arms and back, yet the glow of the fireplace gave you warmth in the coolness and made it almost refreshing.

Why did she like this? Watching you clean her floor. Naked. Sacrificing your favorite shirt, just for the sake of her rug. She must be ill. Really ill. But who are you to talk? After all, you are the one feeding it to her, giving in. moremoremoremore

You tried not to think about it, but a heat within your lower stomach was no longer a single burning match, it felt like flames were burning you up on the inside as you felt her gaze on you and nothing and no one could help, except the woman in front of you.

I know.

Larissa looked over your body. She had of course never seen this much of you, yet it wasn’t a lot she had seen of you before. How come you don’t show more of that beautifully freckled skin, maybe a bit more cleavage and collarbone. The only thing she really was able to vividly imagine at night, was your neck and how it bobbed with nervousness everytime you were in her presence. 

She didn’t worry too much about it at the moment. There would be time for changes later, but right now all that mattered was you.

youyouyou

Her fingers itched and tapped over each other in excitement. She couldn’t wait any longer. Maybe she could indulge, just this once. She was so desperate to caress and claim your skin. Oh how she desired you from the very first times she had spent with you. So full of life and curiosity that could surely kill the cat, which it did. Your passion for what you did, your hobbies, your future, others. Her. It sent her into a place of admiration no one ever had before, and now here you were. Right beneath her, half naked and the best part of it all, was that you loved it, just as much as she.

A firm hand reached for your chin. Disturbed from your ministries your head was turned. You were enraptured by her touch and your eyes closed with a whine from your throat. Her fingers pressed onto your cheeks, squeezing. You let go of the wet fabric and opened your eyes - crystallized lilly’s of the nile -

though it didn't seem to help much, as your vision was showing a thick fog, while everything seemed to move at lightspeed.

Click clack, click clack. Breathe, just breathe.

"Crawl."

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Can't find the taglist, my bad

[leaentries]

Bad day

luke hughes x chubby!reader

a/n- hey y’all! so guess who’s not dead 😋 i’m so so sorry i’ve been so inactive this past month! i’ve been dealing with college starting back up and my new job. but now that i’m back to semi-normal schedule, im hoping to start posting more! so please don’t be afraid to send in any thoughts or requests you may have! also, im so sorry if this is shit, i didn’t really know where i was going when i started writing. i just wanted to get something out for y’all to read😭

p.s- gif is not mine, credits to the owner!!

some days truly never seemed to end.

even though it was only a wednesday, the bleakness of the sky and air ruined every seemingly good thing coming y/n’s way. her day started off great. waking up next to her boyfriend who gave her plenty of good morning sleepy kisses and “i love you’s.” luke even went the extra mile and warmed up her morning shower, paired with a fresh towel straight out of the dryer.

as she stepped into the shower, she felt confident that she was going to have a fantastic day. her classes were easy on wednesday and only lasted till early afternoon. although she knew that luke would be gone for practice by the time she returned home, she was excited to lounge around and be lazy for the day.

only, her day took a turn for the worst.

walking to her first class of the day, the coffee she held in her hand, that luke put so much effort into, somehow managed to slip from her grasp. the cup went tumbling into the pavement, leaving ugly light brown splotches in its wake. frustrated, she picked up the soaked cardboard.

y/n took a deep breath and quickly disposed of the cup, before continuing her journey to class. even though she felt bad for wasting the coffee, she was still set on having a great day. her class went by decently fast, ending when the professor decided to go on a tangent about his recent disk golf tournament.

on wednesdays she only had two classes, her next one being the longest. sitting down for her next lecture, she noticed the thigh portion of her jeans had begun to rip. y/n couldn’t help the feeling of dread that filled her body. those were her favorite jeans and the store in which she bought them, had discontinued this style.

sighing, she placed her head down on her arms. she decided to close her eyes, since she got to class early anyways. what seemed to be a few seconds, quickly turned into her feeling a jab to her side. she lifted her head, eyes squinting due to the bright lights. she looked over to her desk partner. julie looked back with concerned eyes.

“dude, are you okay?”

puzzled, y/n replied, “yeah….why?”

“you just slept through the entire lecture. which, by the way, prof decided to assign some stupid essay on. he said it’s gonna be due friday.”

with wide eyes, y/n stared at the clock on the wall.

i slept through the whole thing?

hitting her like a train, she turned back to julie.

“wait wait wait. an essay? shit, i don’t even know what he talked about today.”

worry gripped her like a vice. how the hell was she ever gonna get an essay done about a lecture she didn’t even listen to? there goes her plan on being lazy for the rest of the day.

“don’t worry, i got you girl. i made sure to take some major notes for you.” julie handed y/n the purple notebook, “just make sure to bring it to class on friday.” with that, julie gathered her things and left the classroom.

still stuck on the fact that she slept through the entire lecture, y/n slowly began to pack up and make her way home. rushing to her car, she made the drive as fast as possible.

not to her surprise, she was greeted with an empty apartment. she would normally be a little sad at this, but she took it with grace. the quiet will give her time to go over julie’s notes and start her essay.

❥.

by the time luke found his way through the door, it was easily past six.

“angel?” luke called into the open apartment. “y/n?” he called again. when he still received no response he walked to their shared bedroom, only to find her hunched over a desk with headphones in her ears.

he walked up to stand behind her, gently placing his hands on her shoulders and a kiss to the top of her head. her body jumped slightly, startled at the sudden touch.

“what the fuck, lukey?” she turned to him.

“awww, im sorry baby.” luke responded, chuckling slightly.

though his smile began to fall from his face when he saw the deep line of worry and distress around her eyebrows. luke felt his own furrow.

“what’s wrong, angel?” luke felt his own worry begin to set in. he could have sworn she was in a great mood this morning, recalling when she told him her plans for the day.

frustrated tears began to fill her eyes, “today has just utterly been shit. first, i spilt the coffee you spent so much time making me. then, i fell asleep durning my lecture and missed the entire thing. and to top it all off, my professor decided to assign an essay on said lecture. so now i’m having to bullshit this assignment, which means i’ll probably get a horrible grade.”

by the end of her rant, hot tears found their way from her eyes and down her cheeks. luke’s hands quickly reached to wipe them away.

“don’t cry, pretty girl. it’s okay.” luke said in a hushed voice. he swiveled the chair around, crouching to look up at her down casted face. he placed his hands on her plushy thighs, not failing to appreciate the warmth they radiated under his palms.

“hey, hey. look at me, y/n” at the sound of her name, she tilted her head up slightly, meeting his concerned filled eyes.

“you did nothing wrong. that coffee took me all of about 30 seconds to make and i can help you with your essay. i promise you, you are doing great, baby. you’ll do fine on this essay and it sounds to me like you needed the sleep anyways.” his hand reached to cradle her damp, round cheek.

“i’m sorry. i don’t know why i’m upset. it’s not like anything horrible happened. it-it’s just today was supposed to be so good. a-and,” a small sob cut through the air. taking a deep breath she continued, “and i’ve been doing this essay for the past 4 hours. i feel like i’m getting no where.”

luke’s heart hurt at the sight of his girlfriend so drained. it was a complete 180 from the cheerful attitude she had that morning. he slowly stood up, reaching over to close her laptop. she opened her mouth in protest, but was quickly cut off. “before you try and stop me, you need a break, sweetheart. you’ve made plenty of progress on your essay for today. come lay down with me. we can call in some take out and watch a movie.”

luke’s eyes gazed pleadingly into her own.

“but what if i can’t get it finished by tomorrow? it’s due at the beginning of class friday.” luke was fast to ease her worry, “i promise i will help you finish it tomorrow. i don’t have practice, so we can spend the whole day making this essay a+ material. now, go change and meet me in the living room.”

with a smile and another kiss to her head, luke walked out of the bedroom. attempting to brush off the last thoughts of her essay, y/n got up and walked to the closet. she grabbed a pair of sweats and one of luke’s big sweatshirts. putting it on reminded her of how thoughtful he is, always making sure to get them a size bigger so they’ll be extra oversized.

she smiled as the scent of his cologne filled her nose.

now completely changed, she walked out, only to be met with what seemed to be every blanket in the house set up on the couch. next to it laid plenty of her favorite snacks, along with her favorite drinks. with wide eyes, she turned to meet luke’s nervous form.

“w-what’s all this?” she gestured toward the couch. luke walked up to her, placing his hands on her full hips.

“i just wanted to do something for you, make your day a bit better. do you like it?” luke’s eyes were hopeful.

“of course, i love it.” she looked up at luke’s face, “thank you. for everything.” luke flashed his beaming grin.

“anything for you, angel,” he whispered. luke leaned down to press his lips into her soft ones. his hands pulled her hips to meet his, deepening the kiss. y/n found her own hands finding home in the curls on the nape of his neck. she gripped his hair, slightly pulling at the intensity. luke’s light groans filled the apartment.

forcing themselves apart, y/n placed her hands on luke’s shoulders as he tried to chase her lips. a whine escaped his throat, “whyyy? i want to kiss you.” a laugh bubbled out of her mouth, bringing a smile to luke’s face.

“as much as i would love to keep kissing you, i want to go lay down. and that movie isn’t going to watch itself.” with this, luke took liberty of going to lay across the couch first, opening his arms to welcome y/n into them. she didn’t hesitate to find comfort in his arms, laying her head on his chest.

luke grabbed one of the many blankets, covering them both. he placed his chin on the top of her head, grabbing the remote lying next to him.

“alright angel, what do you want to watch?”

[gofancyninjaworld]

The Ante Has Been Upped... Again

First posted to r/onepunchfans (check it out -- it's small and friendly!) on 17 October 2024.

(My RSI is still causing me problems, and it'll take quite a while to heal completely; I am trying out dictation software. Let's see how well this works.)

Ages ago, I remarked that ONE was going to have to be more clever about how he took Genos down in the manga, seeing as the latter was now wise enough to ambush and be able to keep several bits of information in mind on a battlefield.

99 problems but indeed, letting his guard down has NOT been one of them.

Indeed, ONE responded. No longer were Genos and Tatsumaki taken out in an ambush. Mere ambush they could recover from. Instead, they were ground down, forced to dig deep again and again until they came up empty-handed.

How bitter it is to truly give it your best and have it not be enough.

The OPM manga Heroes aren't terminally proud or self-absorbed, considering it shameful to cooperate, so it would take a better Monster Association not to get summarily wiped out. ONE responded. Psykos in the manga is far cleverer and more systematic than her webcomic equivalent, which I laid out in detail here. The scary thing is that had God (no ID) not put a thumb on the scales, the heroes would have still wiped out the monsters: the S-Class heroes were just that potent a threat*.

The secret ingredient to absolute unfairness is Yeastiness.

Come to that, the heroes have not all retreated into their burrows to lick their wounds in the aftermath. They are comparing notes. As far back as the manga-only chapter 20, we saw the Hero Association considering systematically investigating potential future threats, so those threats have to up their game.

Yes, this is Sekingar's first appearance. And even back then, they were thinking beyond just responding to the disaster of the moment.

The first shots have just been fired in the current arc, and oh boy, is this organisation going to live up to its billing as a threat so terrifying that it made the Monster King look mild.

We ain't seen nothing yet and already it's looking like the old chickeshit might have a point.

Webi made a mistake throwing in her lot with the Neo Heroes. That much is clear regardless of version. The cost to Webi in the webcomic has been limited to dodgy parts that tie her into the maintenance schedule and life-threatening overheating. In the manga, what has happened to her is far more invasive. They have connected her brain to the main server and made her into a device through which they can surveil the world.

"We see you, little mouse," they say through her to Isamu, " and will catch you in time, don't you worry." Chillingly ruthless. Terrifyingly aware of potential threat.

Of course, there's the possibility that Webi is choosing to warn Isamu to be very careful lest he gets caught. Either way, this cat-and-mouse game is going to be a most deadly one.

many a person whined about Webi not being creepty enough. Well, she's not just creepy -- those aren't just *her* eyes looking at Isamu. Y'all better be quiet.

Sekingar and Isamu had best tread real carefully. This is gonna get hot fast.

*More thoughts

Looking back at the MA arc in the manga, all of Psykos's planning really wouldn't have saved the day. Without 'God', Orochi would have eaten her, Tatsumaki would have pulled up and crushed Orochi completely as he'd have had no barrier and no super-divine offensive power. And the heroes would be ready for the cadres.

It'd be all over but for Garou showing up to try fighting the heroes. Which would have been a decent story too! But ONE doesn't settle for decent when he can have awesome.

[directivexero]

don't give up on fighting games, fighting games won't give up on you

I wanted to make a follow up post to my big spiel from the other night, because tonight really put things into perspective for me. strap in everyone, this is a long one

I played in the PRIDEFGC Strive bracket today, and I got absolutely rinsed. but it didn't feel bad, I lost and it didn't feel bad for the first time in a *looooong* time. In fact, I felt incredible about how i played today. round 2 in losers was against another Sol, and i lost because they were very patient and taking advantage of space and whiff punishing me for everything. but also, my pressure on offense was really good and I managed to take a round off of them! and round 1 was special, and something so important to me and to fighting games as a whole

my round 1 was a bit of a mess, online brackets are never perfect. start.gg in particular is a real stickler for checking in on time and DQ'ing people bc they didnt get an email or a discord notification immediately. it happens, and it gets worse the bigger the bracket, and it was a massive bracket. something like 2 40ish player pools? that's huge for an online *charity* event, its bigger than some locals.

I was really upset about this at first. i was feeling myself today. taking yesterday off to just vibe, eat a decent bento box from my local japanese restaurant and play a bunch of DBD was a really good break for me. and i woke up this morning, nearly forgetting that i had signed up. i was signed up for a bracket last night, my online local Dust Up, but i had been timed out from the server for being a real shithead to myself and generally being unhappy with fighting games, because i had mentally tied my self worth to them without realizing it. but today was different.

I got some work done, got my stream schedule up for the week, played some more DBD (with friends this time) and just enjoyed a nice day. and then I got the email for the bracket and was like "oh shit right, i should probably show up for that". so i booted up Strive and hopped into training mode to warm up. and you know what? that combo that i had been struggling with? the one that took me almost 200 times to get right just the once? i got it on my first try, with the Clean Hit Tyrant Rave even! and while i couldnt replicate the clean hit again, i got the combo 20 more times in a row without a single drop

and this was a real shock to me. i didnt play at all yesterday, and i felt like i wasnt getting anywhere with the game. i was considering even swapping characters again to see if there was something that i was missing, to see if there was some fun i could have somewhere else. but in the end, i dont think i need it anymore. what I really needed, and what everyone was telling me and what i refused to hear, was that i just needed to give myself some room to breathe. taking a *single* day off made me more consistent with this combo, it just gave it time to rest and settle into my brain and hands. it's all i needed, and it was right in front of me the entire time. i just couldnt get it through my head

after this revelation, and was FUCKING *STOKED* to get into bracket. I saw who my first opponent was, Hazel. i recognized the name, they had taken second in the Granblue bracket last night. they were so exciting to watch, i was rooting for them the whole time! how could i not? they were playing my wife Narmaya, i wanted them to win so badly. and after an INCREDIBLE grand finals, they ended up in second. i was a little sad to see them not make it all the way, but I was so thrilled to see such good gameplay last night, and I knew I was gonna get some good games from them today

so we got the whole bracket situated, i messaged her on discord to make sure we were still able to play, got it sorted with a TO and met up in the park. they pulled up with a level 800 Bedman? and i was so excited. it was, a strange feeling, being in bracket, seeing a player i knew was a monster pull up with a character 700 levels above mine, and to be *this* ecstatic to be squaring up. and I have no idea how to play against the bed. nobody plays this guy. and i went in expecting to get rinsed. which i did! but it wasn't actually all that bad on the surface. I managed to block the overhead jump-in for the first time *ever* tonight, and I did it 5 more times over the course of the set. i still got blown up for not blocking the slow overhead and bedman's lows are deceptively far-reaching, and i just wasn't sure how to adapt to those. but that's okay! i did some very good things today, and my pressure was clean enough to take a round off of this very high level player. im so proud of what ive done, and im happy that ive finally escaped the fog that was clouding my mind for so long

and after bracket, i got up, refilled my drink, and hopped into the tower. i was *hungry* for more games. and I got smoked by a Slayer. just absolutely rinsed. but! i caught on to their tricks pretty early, and started to 6S more often than i ever had, and got a lot of counterhits! slowly getting a feel for that matchup, even reading how they follow up after Dandy step and punishing it accordingly. i also got a ping in BAN from RKP, one of the TOs there, looking for games. i responded almost immediately, i wanted to scrap more. they asked for a ft5 at first, but wanted to know if i wanted a ft10. i declined, because i could tell that i was reaching my limit. another step towards progress!

he met me in the park, asking to take player 2 bc he wanted to work on player 2 side inputs. we both pulled up looking to work on stuff, as i wanted to try to implement some of the whiff punishing i was just subjected to by that Sol player. and I got rinsed *again*. but! I landed my corner combo!!! (almost, dropped the HVV at the end, but its still progress) and I also did the correct follow-up after the counter-hit meaty Fafnir setup for the first time! i was so happy, RKP is so fucking good at this game and an incredibly nice person as well. grappler players play like sickos, but they're so sweet in reality.

and this is what its all about. i love fighting games so much. no other community, no other hobby, no other sport will you get camaraderie like this. you won't get this anywhere else. the passion, the love, the friendships. you won't get it anywhere else. everyone's gonna have their bad days, their bad weeks, sometimes even their bad months. but if you just take a breath, take a few steps back, make sure you've taken care of yourself, it will all be okay.

don't give up on fighting games, because no matter what, they won't give up on you

[toast-writes]

Struck By Cupid's Arrow (Daryl Dixon x Reader)

Description: It's Valentine's Day (or close to it, at least), and you're trying to come up with the perfect gift for Daryl. Gender isn't specified, no use of (Y/N). [Also I wrote this in February, and haven't wrote in awhile. I apologize if this is kinda bleh, but I figured it was decent enough to post here lololol]

Words: 1,280

Warnings: nothing but sappy good times

You sat at the small, cluttered desk in your bedroom, peering out the window as you watch the trees sway with the bitingly cold wind; the branches and ground below were covered in a blanket of snow.  You thought maybe if you watched nature do its thing, you'd find that groundbreaking inspiration for the project you were working on, because Valentine's Day was rearing it's soft, rosey face right around the corner, and you had no clue what to give your boyfriend.

Balls of paper were crumpled at your feet, each one containing a sappy poem scribbled inside. Your hand lay still on the paper with a pen gently nestled between your index and thumb. 

"Why is this so hard?! I jus- aw, biscuits!" The pen had left an inky puddle onto the paper. You sigh, wadding it up and tossing it behind with the others. Everything had to be perfect. This was your first Valentine's Day as a real couple, and you'd be damned if things weren't gonna go as planned.

"You know what," you speak to yourself, pulling out a pair of scissors and red construction paper, "I'll just make a card." You always thought you were at least halfway decent with the whole "arts-and-crafts" thing, so why not put your skills to the test and just craft something together.

After a another few failed attempts, you look at the little arrow-pierced heart with a slight sense of pride. It looked (almost) like a card you'd find at the store! The hard part is coming up with something on the inside.

You chew absentmindedly on the end of your pen as you ponder over good one-liners, then it hit you. A smile stretches across your face as the ink flows gracefully against the paper. 

       'Cupid, you've struck me with your arrow ♡' '

It was cheesey, sure, but the sentiment and meaning was still there.

Your heart gives a giddy leap as you think about giving it to Daryl. Even before, this time of year always brought joy to you. You loved nothing more than to, well, love. Whether it was family or friends, but this time? You had someone to call yours, someone to share a romantic love with, and that brought even more happiness to you. 

The plan was for Daryl to stop by in the evening, and the two of you would exchange gifts then. You had annoyed Daryl about it all week. 

"Hey, don't forget we've got Valentine's plans in a few days!"

"How could I forget when ya've been talkin' my ear off about it every damn near day." 

Right on schedule, there was a gentle rapping at the door, and you practically flung your self down the stairs with your hand-made gift behind your back. You opened the door with an excited, "Hi!!" and invited the man in, giving him a quick peck to the lips.

Candles dimly lit the living room, their sweet, alluring aroma filled the air. You really did put in some thought to this, wanting every second to be magical. Daryl was not one to "celebrate" this kind of holiday, unlike you. He never really saw himself as romantic, or loving for that matter. He didn't understand the whole concept of a day revolving around chocolates and flowers, or couples being ext-

"Do you want a glass of wine?" 

That piqued his interest. He follows you over to the couch as you tried your best to keep the card hidden from sight before "discreetly" setting it on the end table under a book, and take a seat.

The cork releases from the bottle with a loud 'pop!' and you fill both glasses about halfway.

"I would've made a spaghetti dinner to go along, but I don't have spaghetti." You tell him, a small frown etched on your face.

"S'alright," he replies, reaching for the wine and taking a gulp, "you've done plenty." His words were sincere and you could just melt with the love you felt for him. 

"Mm-" he let out a noise of acknowledgement with another mouth full, "almos' forgot." He pulls out a silvery chain and gestures for you to turn around.

"I thought you said you weren't gonna forget," You taunted, a playful smirk playing at your lips.

"Shut up an' close yer eyes." 

The cool metal nips at your neck, contradicting the warmth of Daryl's fingers. That familiar fluttery feeling worms its way into your chest again as you grow more and more eager to see what laid so delicately at your chest.

Daryl grunts, signaling you to open your eyes, and you let out a happy little gasp. The most beautiful, dainty moonstone necklace wrapped with wire in the shape of the tree of life sat so sweetly against your skin, glimmering in the candle light. 

"Found it in one o'them gift shops up the way. Reminded me of ya." 

You turn back to the archer, engulfing him in a hug. He tenses a bit at your touch, but just as quick melts into your arms, hugging you back.

"This is so sweet of you! And all I did was make you a-"

You pull away, a wave of embarrassment coating your cheeks with a warm kiss.

"What'd'ja make me?" He pushes, curiosity lacing his voice. 

'Oh, god. He's not gonna like my gift. He got me a gem and I made a dinky little card.'

"Um," you start, averting your gaze, "I don't wanna exchange gifts anymore."

You go to stand up, but quickly get pulled back down by your wrist.

"Ya did not talk m' damn ear off abou' this holiday fer days jus' to chicken out at th' las' second."

The two of you stare into each other's eyes at a stalemate.

"I ain't leavin' without no gift." He finalized, leaning back into the couch with his foot resting over his knee.

'Crap.'

You reach behind you, carefully holding your little card in both hands and shyly hand it to him, "don't laugh."

His brow creases as he takes the gift into his hold, looking over every detail and snip you made before opening it. 

You palms grow clammy as you watch his eyes flick over the words inside, and his mouth noticeably twitches.

'Fuck, he's gonna laugh at me he thinks it's stupid.'

"I love this." He admitted, a gentle half-smile danced on his face.

'Oh?' 

"You, uh- you do?" 

He nods, "yeah." His chest swarms with tender love as he reads over it one more time. Not many people have done what you did to express their love or appreciation for him. The fact it was all hand-made, and the time it must've taken to set everything up helped him come to the realization that he is loved. 

Daryl may still not totally get the hype for this holiday, but after everything you do for him, he does understand what it's like to be struck by cupid's arrow.

[gods-favorite-autistic]

Rise of the Pink Ladies incorrect quotes

Its long as hell so imma put a post break here

~

Jane: I think we're missing something.

Olivia: Teamwork?

Cynthia: Cohesion?

Nancy: A general sense of what we’re doing?

~

Cynthia: Olivia isn’t answering her phone

Jane: I’ll call

Cynthia: Nancy and I have both tried six times each, what makes you thi-

Olivia: Hello?

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Jane: *Gently taps table*

Olivia: *Taps back*

Cynthia: What are they doing?

Nancy: Morse code.

Jane: *Aggressively taps table*

Olivia: *Slams hands down* YOU TAKE THAT BACK-

~

Jane: Dammit, Nancy!

Nancy: What?! It wasn’t me!

Jane: Sorry, force of habit. Dammit, Cynthia!

Cynthia: Not me either.

Jane: Oh...Then who set the house on fire?

Olivia: *whistles*

~

Cynthia: Is stabbing someone immoral?

Nancy: Not if they consent to it.

Olivia: Depends who you’re stabbing.

Jane: YES?!?

~

*Jane's helping Olivia out after she gets injured, while the others are watching*

Cynthia: How does Olivia look?

Nancy: A little better than you, actually

~

Jane: I think Nancy was right.

Olivia: I'm surprised she hasn’t marched in here to say 'I told you so.'

Cynthia: She wouldn't do that.

Nancy: You're right, Cynthia. For once in your life, you're 100% right. I would never say that.

Nancy: *turns around, the shirt she’s wearing says 'Nancy Told You So' on the back*

~

Cop: You’re receiving a ticket for having three people on one motorcycle.

Cynthia: Shit.

Olivia: Wait, three?

Cop: Yeah?

Jane: OH MY GOD NANCY FELL OFF!!!

~

Olivia: Apparently we’re getting someone new in the group.

Cynthia: Are we stealing them?

Nancy: New or used?

Olivia: Wonderful responses, both of you.

~

Cynthia: You lying, cheating, piece of shit!

Olivia: Oh yeah? You’re the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD

Cynthia: I’m leaving you, and I’M TAKING NANCY WITH ME

Jane, picking up the monopoly board: I think we’re gonna stop playing now.

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Jane: *Trying to fill out legal paperwork stuff* Were you guys born AMAB or AFAB?

Olivia: Bold of you to assume I was born at all.

Cynthia: I personally was created in a lab.

Nancy: I just straight up spawned lol.

~

Jane: Everyone, synchronize your watches.

Olivia: I don’t know how to do that.

Cynthia: I don’t wear a watch.

Nancy: Time is a construct.

~

Cynthia: Sorry it took me so long to bail you out of jail

Nancy: No it’s my fault, I shouldn’t’ve used my one phone call to prank call the police

~

Olivia: Is letting someone win at chess sapiosexual bottoming

Jane: Does anyone in this godforsaken group ever think before they speak

~

Cynthia, struggling to keep upright in her 1 inch heels: Yeah, I-I don’t really think heels are for me

Olivia, pointing at her and walking flawlessly in sparkly golden 6 inch heels: WEAK.

~

Cynthia: *holding a bottle* Is this whiskey or perfume?

Nancy: *chugs entire bottle*

Nancy: It’s perfume.

~

Cynthia: I think I'm having a mid-life crisis.

Jane: You're like 15 years old

Cynthia: I MIGHT DIE AT 30!

~

Cynthia: I learned some very valuable lessons from this.

Jane: I’m guessing they are all horrible distortions on the lessons you actually should’ve taken away.

Nancy: Death isn’t real, and I’m basically God

~

Olivia: You're the love of my life and my best friend, I would do anything for you.

Jane: I want you to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule.

Olivia: Absolutely not.

(This could work with either sibling but I’m gay so you get gay people)

~

Cynthia: Top 30 reasons why Cynthia is sorry... Number 5 will surprise you!

Olivia: Top 30 anime deaths. Number One: YOUR FUCKING ASS RIGHT NOW!!!

~

Jane: So what’s for dinner?

Cynthia, staring at the food she just burnt: Regret

~

Jane: WHAT’S YOUR TYPE

Olivia: Anything, honestly, but nerds especially

Jane, desperately, as Olivia bleeds out: YOUR BLOOD TYPE

Olivia: Oh! B positive.

Jane: DONT TRY TO CHEER ME UP JUST TELL ME YOUR BLOOD TYPE

Olivia:

~

Cynthia: I'm 10 times funnier and sexier than you

Nancy: 10 times 0 is still 0 though

Cynthia: Jokes on you, I can't do math

~

Jane: Can you please be serious for five minutes?

Cynthia: My record is four, but I think I can do it.

~

Olivia: You often use humor to deflect trauma

Cynthia: Thank you

Olivia: I didn't say that was a good thing

Cynthia: What I'm hearing is, you think I'm funny

~

Jane: Okay, truth or dare?

Nancy: Truth

Jane: How many hours have you three slept this week?

Nancy:

Cynthia: ...Dare

Jane: Go to bed.

Olivia: I don’t like this game.

~

Olivia: In light of what you did for me, you can hug me for four to five seconds.

Jane: FORTY FIVE SECONDS?!?

Olivia: No! Four to five seconds!

Jane: Too late!!!

~

Cynthia: Don’t worry, I have a few knives up my sleeve.

Jane: I think you mean cards.

Cynthia, pulling knives out of her sleeves: No, I do not.

~

Jane: This is such a bad idea.

Nancy: Then why are you coming along?

Jane: One of us need to be able to talk the cops out of arresting us when this inevitably goes wrong.

~

Nancy: If I die, my funeral is going to be the biggest party ever and you’re all invited

Olivia: If?

Cynthia: Great, the only party I’ve ever been invited to and she might not even die.

~

Jane, to Nancy: My life is in the hands of an idiot!

Nancy, motioning to herself and Cynthia: No no no no no, TWO idiots!

~

Cynthia: What if I press the brake and gas at the same time?

Nancy: The car takes a screenshot.

Olivia: For the last time, get the fuck out.

~

Cynthia: If I accidentally sat on a voodoo doll of myself, would I be trapped forever in that position, doomed to starve to death?

Nancy: How am I supposed to know?

Olivia: You say, as if we don’t use you as a source of knowledge of the occult.

Nancy: *sighs*

Nancy: You wouldn't be trapped.

~

Store Worker: Would a Ms. Jane please come to the front desk?

Jane, arriving at the desk: Hello, is there a problem?

Store Worker: points to Nancy and Jane

Store Worker: I believe they belong to you?

Nancy and Cynthia, simultaneously: We got lost :(

Jane: I didn’t even bring you guys here with me-

~

Jane: Let me show you a picture from last night that really upset me

Nancy: Okay, but in my defense, Cynthia bet me 50 cents I couldn’t drink all that shampoo.

Jane: That’s not what I wanted to- you drank SHAMPOO?!

~

Cynthia: I told Olivia her ears flush when they lie.

Jane: Why?

Cynthia: Look.

Cynthia: Hey Olivia! Do you love us?

Olivia, covering her ears: No.

Jane:

~

*Cynthia and Nancy sitting in jail together*

Nancy: So who should we call?

Cynthia: I’d call Olivia, but I feel safer in jail

~

Cynthia: Sometimes I drink milk straight out of the container.

Nancy: The cow???

Cynthia: What?

Jane: Nancy, W H Y?

~

Jane: We need a distraction.

Olivia: Is anyone here good at jumping up and down and making weird noises?

Cynthia, whispering: My time has come

~

Cynthia: Hey, Olivia? Can I get some dating advice?

Olivia: Just because I’m with Jane doesn’t mean I know how I did it.

[obeysubmitomnomnom]

were makin this happen

aka its time to make the Olympic chocolate muffin

im making these bc i bribed the admin in charge of the master schedule with the promise of them if she'd move my one real class away from lunch time bc the coffee shop outside of my room makes it ridiculously hard to teach and i know admin arent friends but i actually have decent admin! so i want to stay on their good side and i like baking

this is what i have come up with.

1/2 cup (like 120g) milk 1 tsp instant coffee bring to a simmer

1 stick (1/2 cup or 113ish grams) butter 1/2 cup (50g) cocoa powder 50gish chocolate chunks melt the above into your milk-coffee simmer mixture, then let cool so it's still liquid but won't poach your eggs later

in another bowl, whisk dry ingredients: 2 cups (240g) all purpose flour, 1/2 tsp salt, 1/4 tsp baking powder and 3/4 tsp baking soda and maybe like 20g more cocoa powder

mix into your cooled but still liquid choccy stuff: 3/4 cup (150ish grams) brown sugar and 1/2 cup (100g) white sugar, 1/2 cup oil (or like 90g), 2 eggs + 1 yolk at room temp, 1 tbsp vanilla, and 3/4 cup (175ish grams) sour cream, combine completely

next fold in a third of the flour mix, then other two thirds, do not overmix just till combined, then fold in a mix of milk and dark choc chunks

rest batter at least 30 min. ibake does not say where so i would do counter if only 30 min or in the fridge if over an hour.

pour into lined muffin tin. idk go with ur gut but generally about 3/4s full. sprinkle top with more chunks.

use ibake's recommended baking temp of 420F for six minutes then turn it down to 350F for 15 more minutes. do not ask me about Celsius temps. a toothpick can be poked in clean when done but don't overbake. pull them out and let them cool.

fill with ganache (ibake is insane just heat cream, dump in semi sweet chocolate chips as desired, mix till melty, add in a bit of corn syrup for shine) by putting it in a plastic baggie and snipping the tip and i guess you could carve out a hole in the muffin for it

ibake strongly suggests freezing any you don't scarf down immediately to match the french mass produced version and thaw them for an hour before eating.

post making these, i did bring them to school and ate one myself. You're gonna need milk to finish these. Everyone said they were great, super chocolatey, but a bit crumbly. I also gave one and the recipe to our foods teacher for him to try, because he is a former pro chef with a focus on pasta and pastries (he sold pasta in our town for years and I only just connected that was his pasta I would buy) and he also enjoyed it!

I think one thing I would have changed is making a deeper hole for the ganache to have more through the whole muffin. I am a slut for frosting type things though and like to have a 50/50 ratio of frosting to cake. also, possibly a thicker ganache, more like ibake's recommendation for it. I also only used milk and semi sweet choc, and i think a bit of dark would have made a richer flavor.

[silver138]

Perfectly Flawed - Chapter 5

word count - 2.1k warnings - cursing

Summary: Lina deals with car alarms and caffeine.

I'm jolted awake by a car horn blaring. I blearily check the time, noting it's 3:23 am. I jam my pillow over my head to block out the sound, which thankfully stops after a minute. I'm just about ready to snuggle in for more sleep when it starts up again. God dammit, these alarms are a pain in the ass. Where the hell is the car owner?! Just as I'm about to get up and see which car is going off, it stops again. It's blessedly silent for about 5 minutes when it starts up again. "Oh, fuck this, I'm going to Joe's!" I hear Val hiss outside my bedroom door.

"Lina, you want to come with me? It should be quiet, and I'm sure you can crash on Joe's couch until this asshole turns his car alarm off." Val says, poking her head into my room. I turn my lamp on and wave her away.

"No, you go ahead, I don't think I'll be able to get to sleep, even if it is quiet. Tell Joe I say 'hi'." I tell her, rubbing my eyes.

She shrugs and says, "Suit yourself. See you later." After a minute or two of hearing her rummage for her car keys, I hear the apartment door close, Val bitching about the alarm the whole time.

Horn still shrieking outside, I sigh and get out of bed, grabbing my glasses as I go. Might as well start on some coffee before I start getting ready for work. After setting up the coffee maker, I grab the next book in the series and put it in my purse. After a moment, I get a post-it note to put on my bookmark, writing the page number I'm on. As I wait for the coffee to finish brewing, I look through my other books, picking out the few classics I have that I know I want to read and placing one in my purse. I also grabbed the next two books in The Dresden Files and set it on my desk for tomorrow. Finally hearing the sound of the coffee finishing its percolating, I turn off the machine and grab myself a cup, pouring it in. After prepping it to drink, I take a sip and realize the alarm is silent.

Of fucking course, after I get coffee...jackass car owner... Grumbling to myself, I sit on my couch and flip through channels. As I sip my coffee, I check the time every once in a while. Once I'm done with my first cup, I make one more and start getting ready. Since I have more than enough time to get ready, I take a thorough shower. Once I get out and sip at my coffee, I blow-dry and straighten my hair, remarking at how much easier it stays straight. Huh, gonna have to remember that for later... Finishing my coffee, I figure I might as well eat breakfast at home for a change, making something decent instead of quick.

Halfway through eating, my phone alarm goes off. I sourly trudge back into the bathroom to turn it off and take it with me as I go back to finish breakfast. Cleaning up, I head into the bathroom to brush my teeth, before heading into my closet to find today's outfit. Quickly finding something cute and professional, I head back into the bathroom to put in my contacts and do my makeup. After making sure I don't look as sleep-deprived as I am, I slowly walk around and finish getting ready.

Checking the time again, I see I'm only about half an hour ahead of schedule now, so I head out and get the biggest cup of coffee Starbucks has to offer. Sipping a heavily sweetened Venti, I walk instead of running to the Metro for a change, taking in the scenery on the way. Sitting on an empty bench, I start on the book that I've brought, Frankenstein. After reading the first few pages, the train rolls up, and I board. I see Spencer sitting, reading his book. I tiredly say, "Hey, Doc-Spencer. Sorry."

He looks up and asks, "Hi, and sorry for what?"

I sigh and say, "I keep going to call you 'doctor', but every time I start to, I remember you'd rather be called by your name, instead of your title."

He gives me a small smile and says, "I don't mind. I mean, I've had worse nicknames. Besides, it's...different, but not...not a bad different."

I smile back and say, "Well, still. Oh, here, the next two books." and hand them to him.

"Oh, thanks..." he says, putting them in his bag. "Wait, aren't you reading the one currently?" he asks.

I hold up Frankenstein and tell him, "Got that covered for the time being."

"Oh! Speaking of," he starts, pulling a folded piece of paper from his bag and handing it to me. "I, uh, I-I made a list of some books. I-I remember you saying you wanted to read Frankenstein," as he gestures to the book in my hands. "And just...went from there. I tried to list books that would be in the same vein..."

Opening the paper, I look over the list. Holy shit, this guy does not half-ass things, does he? "I, uh, I-I also made sure to list the author, e-even for the-the obvious ones, just to, um, stay consistent..." he stammers out.

I grin and say, "This is...intensely thorough. I love it, thank you, Spencer."

He flushes and hesitantly says, "O-oh, um, y-you're welcome, Lina." Slipping both the paper and my book in my bag, I take a long drink from my coffee.

"Hey, uh, there's coffee at work, right?" I ask Spencer.

"Um, yeah. Why, didn't sleep?" he says, putting away the book he was reading.

"Not really. A car alarm kept going off, it was so bad, my roommate went to her boyfriend's to get more sleep..." I explained.

Spencer winces and nods. "Yeah, there's coffee. I can't say it's the best, but it has caffeine, so it does what it's supposed to..." he jokes. He signals for the train to stop and says, "Well, this is us." After the train stops, we exit and walk to the building, making small talk along the way.

After entering the building and stepping into the elevator, I take a drink of my coffee and turn to ask Spencer, "So, how was your night?"

"O-oh, um, q-quiet," he responds.

"That's good. Quiet evenings are the best, just...chill and do whatever. Read, watch something, just...exist." I say with a small smile. The doors ding open, and we walk together til we have to go our respective ways. "Hey, um, did you want to have lunch again? Maybe continue talking about books?" I ask Spencer, slightly nervous.

"I-y-yeah, see you at lunch!" he says, a little flustered. Grinning, I walk into Penelope's office and set my stuff down.

"You're sure in a good mood today. Did you have a nice night?" Penelope says, turning her chair around.

"Nope!" I say with a smile. "I'm going to be running on caffeine and spite today, buuuut I'm gonna be having lunch with Spencer again, so, uh, I'd say it's worth it." I finish with a long sip of my coffee.

She grins and says, "Making it a regular thing, huh? Nice work, Lina!"

I flush and sit down, saying, "Yeah, well, what can I say, I like talking to him. I guess he likes discussing books with me."

She gives a grin and turns back, quietly saying, "Yeah. Sure. Books..."

Grabbing a folder, my MP3 player, and headphones, I turn to her and ask, "Oh, um, is it ok, if after, like, one or two of these, I go get more coffee? I have a feeling I'm gonna need it..."

Penelope nods and says, "Yeah, sure. Let me know, and we can go get some together, 'kay?"

I smile at her and say, "Okay. Thanks, Penny!" and we get started on transcribing. As I make my way through the first case file, I finish my coffee, throwing the empty cup away.

Between the caffeine rushing through me and the music flowing into my ears, I make quick work of the task, finishing two folders by about 10 am. Pausing my music and standing up to do some stretching, Penny turns her head and says, "I'll be right there, give me, like, 5 minutes." I smile and nod, continuing to loosen my muscles and get the blood flowing again. Penelope stands up and says, "Ready?"

"Yup!" I chirp out, following her to the little kitchen area. Elle and JJ are there, and they greet us as we walk over.

"How are you doing, my lovelies?" Penny says, grabbing some coffee and leaning against the counter as I try to get my coffee. I fill a styrofoam cup and grab a few packs of sugar and a spoon. I start opening the packs and dumping them into the cup while stirring. I turn and stand over by Penny as I take a sip, making a face as I realize it's still too bitter. I head back to grab another packet or two of sugar and turn around to all three of them looking at me.

"What?" I say as I add the packets into my cup.

Elle asks, "Rough night?" I nod, and Penny pipes up, "Yeah, you mentioned that earlier. What happened?"

I shrug and explain, "Just...some asshole's car alarm kept going off at, like, 3:30 in the morning. I couldn't get back to sleep, hence, all the coffee..." They all nod in understanding. Derek comes over then, pouring himself a cup of coffee.

"I don't know what made him change his mind, but Reid asked me for a ride when we go to O'Keefe's this weekend," Derek said, drinking his coffee.

Penny lightly squealed, "Really?! How..." Then she looks over at me, a small dorky smile on my face, and she smiles and says, "I should have known. How'd you manage that, Lina?"

"M-me?! I didn't...ok, I may have said I'd probably make an idiot of myself while singing, and did he really want to miss something that ridiculous..." I said, face flushing.

"Ah-ah, I think someone's a little sweet on the doctor..." Elle says with a smile.

Freezing momentarily, I quickly shift my face to look as neutral as I can and say, "Well, if we're going to a place to socialize, why wouldn't I want to get to know as many co-workers at once while I can?"

Elle and JJ walk away, quietly laughing, and Derek says, "Nice try, Pretty Girl. You almost pulled it off."

I make a face and say, "I can't help if I'm that emotive, I have a horrible poker face..." I stop for a moment and a panicked look washes over me. "Um, y-you aren't gonna...say anything, are you?" I squeak out.

Derek gives me a gentle smile and says, "Nah. Doubt he'd believe me if I told him, anyway. Your secret's safe."

I give him a weak smile and say, "Thanks, Derek."

"You're welcome. Now, if you ladies will excuse me, I better get back to work and also convince Reid to not bring a book with him when we go out this weekend..." Derek says, throwing his styrofoam cup away.

"Wait, what's wrong with bringing a book just in case?" I ask, semi-joking. Derek and Penny just look at each other and share a small laugh, then Derek walks back to his desk.

"And on that note, my dear," Penny says, throwing her cup away. "I believe that's our cue to head back as well."

I nod, finishing my coffee. I throw my cup away and spin around to walk back with Penny, and I nearly collide with Spencer. "Sorry!" I squeak, as he blurts out an "Excuse me!" I briefly glance at Penny, and she's trying to stifle a laugh.

"S-sorry about that." Spencer stammers out.

"I-yeah, sorry, Spence. Um, still see you at lunch?" I ask, slowly walking away.

"Y-yeah. I'll-I'll see you at lunch," he says, flushing slightly. I smile at him and rush to catch up with Penny.

"Oh my God, you two are adorable!" she lightly squeals. I blush and duck my head down, trying to keep up with Penny on the way back to the office.

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the demons have taken over me. heres my thread of romerica thoughts and incoherent rambling

america is an insomniac while romano is quite the opposite. america always tells himself that hes gonna fix his sleep schedule but he never does bcs he just cant... he'll always find himself wide eyed at 5am like always.

romerica did NOT meet and end in the 1920s. like canon says industrial revolution + economic growth in america aka the gilded for a reason guysss. now i dont think they were dating since then but they did not MEET in the start of the 20s. not rlly a hc its just a fleeting thought.

i do think they dated in the 1920s but throughout the whole time they never called it dating (because they are idiots) they were just gay and existing like a situationship ???? but like they were certainly not just friends if you know what i mean.

they didnt get back into their situationship activities until the 50s

30s they broke apart and then 40s was a complicated time that deserves its own post bcs a bullet point would not do its complexity justice.

romano bullies america for his taste in coffee food and everything else.

speaking of coffee their dynamic is so coffee au

america and roma are sun sign compatible bcs they are cancer and pisces. kinda like the moon and the tides of the ocean if you want to get all artistic (i ignore hetalia bdays when it comes to astrology hcs unless its convenient to me)

i personally find it so funny how in the manga romano seems to mentions that he lived with america like a decent amount of times like thats so silly to me and i like to think he does that way more often kinda like an old man who repeats a story over and over again and it makes everyone sick LIKE DAMN WE GET IT (alfred does this too)

i also like to think that they like to shit talk people. like i feel like alfred is kinda blunt/cant read the room and so is lovi but like in different ways but they are blunt with each other so they shit talk people together bcs thats what true couples do <3

i probably have more hcs but i either forgot atm or think its already too much of a common hc for me to mention yk. i pinky promise to make more romerica content. If romerica has a million fans, then I am one of them. If romerica has ten fans, then I am one of them. If romerica has only one fan then that is me. If romerica has no fans, then that means I am no longer on earth. If the world is against romerica, then I am against the world.

what im saying is ill die for romerica and will make self indulgent content just bcs i like it sm

if theres any inconsistencies in hcs, in specific the historical ones,pls correct me im not a history major ive only had a special interest in history (prior to hetalia bcs im a LOSER) for years so i end up bringing it up alot everywhere even in non hetalia related conversations O<-<

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Chapter 44- Part 2

Do not tempt fate like that- Xera already failed to stop Heather from getting horribly traumatized by an electro-happy doctor, she failed to prevent Shade’s vision of Kiki’s death from coming true, she could easily fail to protect these two gems again.

Well, this is…a little sad. 

The Belrose Manse seemed like a halfway decent safe haven after all the horror and chaos Xera experienced in Reborn City and its associated locations (coughPyrousMountaincough), it had real beds, real plants and clean water, it was nice! There was a chance at peace! And now, not only has it all been screwed up again by Team Meteor, but now Xera’s being forced to separate from the people who either are her friends or she just became friendly-ish with. She didn't even get to say goodbye to anyone! Sure, it’s to protect everyone else and I’m sure she accepts that, but…still, being alone like this after what happened really sucks. It always ultimately comes back to Xera being alone (except for her Pokémon), doesn’t it…?

Anyways, let’s finally see what those key gems look like.

Mm- yeah, those definitely are jewelry pieces. Honestly, I was expecting them to look a little more fancy, I was…oh my gosh, the Ruby Ring looks so much like Corey’s Silver Ring, aaaaaaaaah- 

Nope, no, not making myself even more sad right now, we are moving forward! Did anything get left in this rubble pile?

A single Ice Heal, great! Now, is there anything special about the tunnel Saphira came from?

Nothing but another one of those crystals, alright. So I guess there’s nowhere else to go but up?

Ooooh, but I’ll definitely take one of those, thank you!

Now, that must be the way out…where will this lead us, I wonder…?

Oh-?? Hey, we’re in the Aventurine Region now! Lookit that! Look at- oh gosh, what’s going on with the lighting, why is it so bright over there?

Weird log placement, very inconvenient, not a big fan. But hey, sounds to me like this area uses a White Forest remix, that’s pretty neat.

Oh, and this is also where you can find Honey trees, even better!

Y’know, my schedule for playing these sessions and writing/posting these chapters has been so scuffed as of late, I almost forgot the sensation of constantly finding hidden Shards all over the place.

They’ve got Berry trees here too!? And a TM!? I don’t know what Berry that is, but I’ll find out! Move outta the way web, Xera’s about to get it!

Oh, she…can’t get through the web? No prompt to Cut or anything? She’s got the TMX, she- she has a Fire-type, she can just burn through it! Seriously??

Well, if I go down here- is that a hidden path?

Nope, I’m just being taunted by more webs and logs, and…useless hidden paths. What is your purpose? Why is this forest such a mess? Well, good thing it’s not so much of a mess that I can’t navigate it, I think the exit is up there.

Oh-! Geez, the music got louder all of a sudden, that spooked me. 

But- look! WE DID IT, WE FOUND ROUTE 1!! HECK YEAH!! Any special items to commemorate this achievement?

Fern!? He’s back!? You’re not a cool item! You barely even qualify as a tool! 

Uuuh…I mean, it’s not like my team’s changed from the last time we fought him, and I beat him decently fine that time, so…let’s just keep Riptide in the front and step up.

I’m just wondering how long you were standing there for, like- it’s raining out dude, didn’t you at least bring an umbrella??

Castle- oh, is that Vanhanen Castle? The place Bennett mentioned- oooh, wait, if that’s true, then…he said Luna’s a Gym Leader too, so if Vanhanen Castle’s nearby, is Luna the next Gym Leader we’re gonna fight?

Eight Badges…? Where’d he go and get an eighth one from, because I’m 99% sure he’s never met Noel before.

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The Christmas Date | Chapter 15: Lights will guide you home

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Fem!Kerner!Reader

(Ron Kerner is Slider, Iceman’s backseater)

Wordcount: 3K

Warnings: mission chapter, crashing, mentions of death, some bit of angst, lots of feelings, THENA AND ROOSTER FINALLY SIT DOWN AND TALK. Mentions of therapy, body dysmorphia, panic attacks...

A/N: I HAVEN'T FORGOTTEN ABOUT THIS SERIES I SWEAR. I said chapter 15 will be the last one, but I kept writing and writing and had to stop. Chapter 16 will be the epilogue, we'll see how Rooster and Thena's relationship is in the future. I'm sorry for keeping you waiting, I literally had no inspiration whatsoever to finish this story, but I managed to, somehow, get a decent ending. Epilogue will be posted next week! And it's gonna be so cute y'all.

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You shouldn’t leave things for later. That’s one of the few things your father taught you that you still apply today. 

Then why did you think waiting until the mission was over was a good idea? 

You’re not even supposed to be in the CATCC right now, but Cyclone has allowed you and Javy to be in there, hearing everything that your companions are going through through the radios, watching the radars, and all the information displayed on dozens of screens on the wall. 

It wasn’t a good idea. 

The mission goes smoothly until you and everyone in the room notice that Rooster is behind schedule, as he has been in all the training sessions these last few weeks. He is scared to end up like his dad, he doesn’t need to verbalize that fear for you to know it. It’s something that you know. Everyone in the team knows. You just don’t understand how Mav is making him fly this mission. 

“Come on, kid. Don’t think, just do.” 

Maverick’s words ignite something in Rooster’s soul, as you can see his mark on the radar moving faster than he was a second ago. He is moving faster than he should be. 

“What’s with Rooster?” Javy mutters next to you, shaking his head. 

“He’s trying to prove something to himself. But he has the worst timing. Always has, always will.” You whisper, making him chuckle. You wish you could laugh right now, but you’re scared that something wrong is going to happen. 

The two necessary miracles required for the mission's success are accomplished one after the other. It makes the officers, Cyclone, Warlock, and Hondo, celebrate. But Javy and you can’t even blink away from the monitors. Right now, this is where the really dangerous part of the mission begins. This is Coffin Corner. And those SAMs are already on their way. 

“Shit, this is bad, Javy.” 

“They’re the best of the best, Thena. They’ll come back.” He reassures you, opening his hand near you in case you want to hold it. 

It’s not a secret that you’re still very selective when it comes to who can and cannot touch you. Your therapist told you that establishing limits wasn’t something bad and that it would help you have control over your body. Every aviator in the team has been very respectful and understanding in that way, and you’re so glad for this small family that you have found. 

You grab Javy’s hand, not knowing how much you’re going to need it in the next few minutes.

Maverick’s aircraft is damaged in an attempt to save Rooster, and he goes down. Everybody keeps screaming at each other over the radio, mainly Bradley, who is trying to find out where his godfather is. 

“Dagger Two, return to carrier. Acknowledge.” 

Rooster’s silence tells you more than his words could ever do. He’s not coming back without Maverick. Even if that means crashing his own aircraft. 

“Is Athena Kerner around?” Rooster asks, his voice sounding strangled. 

All the faces in the small, dark room turn your way, curious eyes wondering why the pilot’s first words after ignoring direct orders are addressed to you. 

“Go talk to him. And make him come back.” Cyclone says, signaling with his head for you to approach the comms officer, who is taking off her headphones. 

You go and sit in her place, wearing the headphones and pressing a button so Rooster can hear you. “I’m here.” 

“Didn’t think they’d let you answer directly.” 

“They want me to bring you back.” You explain, your finger tracing the shape of the button you need to press to talk to him. 

“You know I can’t, right? I need to find him.” 

“Rooster, you can’t know for sure if he’s alive.” 

“He’s alive. He has to.” He insists. “I promised I’d come back to you, and I will. Just need a bit more time.” 

“It’s okay, Bradley. Just don’t do anything stupid, okay?” 

“It’s the only way I know of doing things.” He chuckles, a sad smile spreading over your face. 

You wipe a tear away from the computer. “Please, come back, okay?” 

“I will. We still have to fill up the album you gave me for Christmas.” 

That makes your heart skip a bit. “You opened my present?” 

“Of cour- SHIT” 

“Rooster? ROOSTER?” You keep pressing the button over and over, as if that little thing were the reason why he couldn’t hear you anymore, even if you know that it doesn’t.

“Dagger two is hit.” 

“Thena, come here.” Javy says, softly moving his hands to your shoulders. 

“He’s gone.” You mutter under your breath, tears falling freely over your cheeks. 

Javy turns the chair around, kneeling in front of you. “Look at me, Thena. He’s not gone. He’ll come back, okay? Let’s go outside and wait for the others to come back.” 

“Okay.”

“Do we have any news from Mav or Rooster?” Phoenix asks Javy the moment she sets foot on the carrier. 

“Nothing yet.” he says, looking at you, leaning against the wall next to the door to get inside the carrier. “I don’t know how much I can lie to her. I don’t think they’re coming back, Nat.” 

“They will. Just wait.” 

“Where’s Thena?” Bob is looking everywhere, until he sees you sitting down, all emotion has left your face. You are left with an empty feeling and thousands of voices screaming in your head, reminding you that the person you love the most in the entire world is probably burning inside a crashed airplane in the middle of a mountain. “Thena?” 

“Yeah?” 

“There’s a signal from Rooster’s ESAT. He’s in an F-14.” He smiles, relieved that his two friends are okay and are coming back. 

“Rooster doesn’t know how to fly an F-14. But Mav does.” 

“Yes, he does. They’re coming back.” Bob pats your hand and leaves to share the news with the others. 

You allow yourself to breathe, closing your eyes and smiling. “Thanks for keeping him safe, Goose.” 

Once he sets foot on the ground, Rooster walks through dozens of excited women and men who are celebrating his return. He needs to find you. Everything else can wait. 

You two have been waiting long enough. 

He sees you behind everyone else, not a fan of the crowd that is surrounding the plane. You’ve been crying and he can tell by the redness of your eyes. 

“Excuse me, miss. Are you waiting for someone?” He jokes as he walks up to you until you're inches apart. 

“Yeah, have you seen a dumb chicken around? Been looking for him.” You joke, moving closer and pressing your chest against his. 

“That would be me, yeah.” He leans down, his forehead pressing against yours. “You must have been so scared.” 

“You don’t do that ever again or I’ll rip off your mustache with my bare hands.” You warn him, poking his chest with every word. 

“Can you shut up and kiss me?” 

And you do. You kiss him with all you've got, his hands resting on your hips and bringing you closer, yours moving up to his hair, trying to bring him impossibly closer. He breaks the kiss, sighing and shaking his head. “I can’t do this without explaining everything to you.” 

“Let’s go somewhere quiet, then.” 

“I’m gonna need my computer” He explains, his hand sliding into yours. 

“What? Are we gonna watch a movie or something?” You joke, not understanding anything. 

“Nope. I just need it to show you the proof.” 

“I’ll wait for you in my room.” 

“So... the change of stations.” He mutters once he comes back with the computer. 

“Yeah, that’s the main issue here.” You sigh, taking off your shoes and moving to the side so he can have space to sit down. 

“I asked for a change of stations before the whole week began. At the airport, while we were waiting for the plane.” He types something in his computer, opening an email he sent months ago—the one where he asks to change stations. “Look at the date.” 

“Seven days before Christmas.” You confirm after reading the email. “But why did you ask for it?” 

He sighs, leaning his head against the wall. “Because I knew that after a week of being your fake boyfriend, I wouldn’t be able to keep working with you as if nothing had happened.” 

“...That’s all?” 

Bradley snorts. “That’s all? Grouchy, maybe you don't understand it, but having to act like a lovey-dovey boyfriend with you and faking all the things I craved to do with you for years, there was the possibility that I had to kiss you. Our first kiss was gonna be fake! It was just too much.” 

“So you thought about asking for a relocation before all those things happened.” You deadpan, a part of you understands why he did it, but the other one wants to smack him because he asked to be moved away from you when those things haven't even happened yet. 

“I’m not a clever person, I know. But that seemed like the best option. It was either run away from you and the week's worth of memories I'd amassed, or stay with you, watching you fall in love with someone else and kissing someone else. Dating someone else. Marrying someone else.” Rooster shakes his head, taking a deep breath. The idea still makes him want to run away. He’s sharing all this information with you, wanting to be completely sincere so you can consider having him back, but he’s not sure if this would be enough. He has hurt you so much over the years… Maybe this was the last straw. 

“You really are an idiot.” You scoff, moving closer to him. “And that call you got at the antique shop?” 

“That was to check if I still wanted to change stations or not.” 

“And you…wanted?” You ask, insecurity taking the best of you. 

He turns in the bed, his body facing yours, and his hands move towards your face, silently asking for consent with his eyes. You nod, closing your eyes to feel his hands caressing your skin, the calloused fingers leaving goosebumps under them. “The only thing I wanted was to be with you, because as crazy as it sounded, you gave me a chance! I wasn’t about to fuck it all over again.” 

“But you did,” You remind him.

“I didn’t have a chance to explain myself. I’m not blaming you!” He quickly adds, not wanting you to believe that he’s trying to get himself off the hook. “Just explaining what happened.”

“So when you asked me to move with you, you really meant it.” 

“I meant everything, grouchy." He assures, pressing a kiss to your forehead before moving away. "Now you know. I've been making the worst decisions all my life, and that was probably the worst." 

"Nah, I don't think it was the worst. The worst one is trying to pull my papers. This choice… I get that you were trying to protect yourself. I did the same, I was protecting myself when I ran out of the house, and I didn’t let you explain.” Your voice lowers by the end of the sentence, somehow making you feel a bit embarrassed because all of this could have been solved if you two weren’t two hot-headed pilots that don’t think, just do. Like Mav has always told you.

“It was a stressful week for you, Thena. Your brain took control of your body and told you to leave. It was a flight or fight response. And your brain chose flight. It’s okay, you did what you had to.” His hands leave your face, searching for your hand, sliding his fingers between yours. “I want to know about you.” 

“Me?” You tilt your head and ask, a frown taking over your features. “What about me?” 

“Therapy.” 

“Oh… I’ve discovered things about myself, you know. Therapy is wonderful. You should go, too. To help you process the accident. It helped me.” 

He nods, gaze lost and deep in thought. “Maybe I should.” 

“Well, am…” you clear your throat, playing with Rooster’s fingers while you try to find the right words to express what you want to say. “I got diagnosed with body dysmorphic disorder, and I’m still going to therapy to learn how to deal with it. I’m learning to look at myself in the mirror without clothes and not hate what I see.” 

Rooster’s thumb traces infinite shapes in your skin. “How’s it going?” 

“It’s becoming easier, but I still want to cry. Before, I looked at the scar and all that came to mind was the accident and maybe the Halloween party, but I was over it in some way. Now…” You swallow with difficulty, feeling the tears come to your eyes. “I keep thinking about the changing room.” 

“I’m so sorry, fly girl.” He kisses your hands, closing his eyes for a second. “Did you have another panic attack after that?” 

You nod. “A week after. I was staying at Nat's, so she helped me. That’s when I started going to therapy.” 

“I’m proud of you for doing that. So, so proud.” 

A tear falls down, wetting your intertwined hands. “And I learned something more. I’m not a weirdo” 

He moves his hand to your chin, lifting up your head to look into your eyes. “You’ve never been a weirdo, but explain it to me so I can understand where you’re coming from.” 

“For years, I’ve never felt this… sexual attraction you all felt. I’ve never had a desire to fuck with a random person I met at a bar. I’ve never really felt that, I didn’t know what it was.” 

“Really? Not even once?” 

“If I felt it before, I didn’t know what it was that. But the thing is that when we were together that week… I wanted to make out with you so bad.” 

Rooster smirks, earning a slap on his shoulder. “I’m sorry but I’m glad you find me hot.” 

“It’s not about you being hot. It’s about the connection. The romantic feelings, you know?” 

He stares at you for a second, not saying anything. “No, I don’t think I get it. Explain it to me like I’m five.” 

“If I don’t have a deep emotional connection with a person, I can’t feel sexual attraction.” You simply say, hoping to have summarized it enough. 

“So you feel sexual attraction for me?” 

“I think that’s what it is. I don’t know, I told you, I’ve never felt that!” You hide your face behind your hands. 

“Hey, you don’t need to be ashamed of it. People are different, and we need to accept it. I’m really glad that you told me this. I have a question, though.” 

“Shoot.” 

“I guess this means that you don’t have the same sexual drive as me, right?” 

You nod slowly. “Cons of dating Thena.” 

“I want to be with you, not in you. There’s a difference.” 

You look at each other, trying not to laugh. “Did you really just say that?” 

“Please, slap me again. That was disgusting.” He starts laughing so hard that he almost falls off the bed. 

You missed this. 

“I really want this to work, nugget. I’d lie if I said I stopped thinking about you. But I think we need some new rules here. Why are you smiling like that?” 

“You said nugget.” 

“Did I?” 

“Yeah. And I could cry because I missed it so much…” 

“Oh, nugget. Come ‘ere.” You whisper, opening your arms for him. Somehow, you end up laying down on a bed that is not big enough for two people, limbs entangled between them. His face is hidden in the curve of your neck, your fingers are scratching his scalp, and a contented sigh escapes his lips. 

“This is better than sex.” He mumbles. 

“I’ll trust you on that.” You say between chuckles. Enjoying the intimacy of the moment, you ponder if it’s time to talk about the rules of this relationship that the two of you want so badly. “We’re not moving together yet.” 

“I agree with that. We still have a lot to learn about each other.” His lips brush against your skin when he talks, sending shivers running down your body. 

“But when we do, I want the two bedrooms. I liked that idea.” 

“I’ll keep it in mind. It would be awesome if you could be sincere with me. Whatever makes you uncomfortable, sad, or happy, you need to tell me. And I’ll do the same. We need to communicate.” 

You nod, turning your head to kiss his forehead. “That’s important, yeah.” 

You keep going back and forth for a while, sharing ideas that would make the relationship easier, things that should be talked about before it develops into something serious. All the things you should have talked about three months ago but couldn’t. 

You agree on not ignoring Christmas week and keeping it present. You two should not ignore it and pretend like it didn’t happen. That week is proof of what happens when you let yourself get carried away by feelings, ignoring every rational thought in your head. That’s not how things should’ve been done. And you two agree on fixing that.

You’re dozing off when Rooster moves to find a better position, and something pokes your stomach. “Auch, what was that?” 

“Shit, the box.” He pulls out a small black velvet box. “Your Secret Santa gift.” 

“You were my Secret Santa?” He nods, offering you the box. “Did you like the album?” 

“Yeah, it’s much better now. Thank you, grouchy.” 

You take the box in your hands, opening it slowly to see your grandma’s ring. “H-how? You found it?” 

“It was in the antique shop. I’ve been looking for it, too. And when I saw it, I knew I had the perfect gift.” 

“I love you so much, nugget. You don’t even understand.” You manage to say between sobs. 

“I think I know, grouchy. I love you too.” 

You grab him by the neck and pull him close to kiss him. It’s a wet kiss, tears are going down your face. You got your grandma’s ring and the man you love back on the same day. 

It feels like Christmas.

[ravenishishtrash]

Okay so ✨Hamilton fanficion✨

Back in 2018 I was a big Hamilton (and other musicals like BMC, DEH, Heathers) fan, and I'm talking like a having amino (and a semi decent following on it), drawing silly fanart of the characters in maid suits, reading fanfiction fan

And sometimes I just go by my day and I randomly remember something from a Hamilton fanfiction that makes me stop in my tracks

And so, I decided to come onto here and provide a list of things I remember, that I want to forget, and am afraid that I'll forget at the same time, about Hamilton fanficion

(this being said, if you're still a hamilton fanfiction writer, you do you, this post does not mean to offend you)

I think like 80% of the fics if not more were college AU fics, and 15% were just different AUs but I don't think I've actually read a fic that wasn't a random one-shot taking place in canon timeline (I do believe it was because all of the hamilton ff writers just like me were 16 back then, and just simply did not know how to write historical fiction)

Most of the fics were LAMS (which is Alexander Hamilton x John Laurens) and it was practically canon in fandom eyes, and before anyone says anything, I've seen the letters, of course I've seen them but guyz, I think we were just a little bit delulu with how firmly we believed this (and I'm including myself in this!)

Still on shipping, the second most popular one was Jamilton (Thomas Jefferson x Alexander Hamilton) and I'm gonna be honest, this was my shit, I enjoyed this dynamic a lot more (I always found friends to lovers a bit boring), but man, were the ship wars brutal, I remember when amino mods tried to actually do some sort of a debate lams vs jamilton in which there were actual teams that wrote whole essays about which ship is more valid, but they ended up insulting each other after maybe two rounds

The last ship with its own point is Hamburr (Alexander Hamilton x Aaron Burr), I've always perceived this one as a cool kids ship, I think people who shipped this were the most chill about it

Background ships included Mulette (Muligan x Lafayette), which was one of those ships that were always in the background some sort of "if you don't ship this as your side ship i don't trust you" kind of ship, the same goes to Jeffmads (Jefferson x Madison) in lams fics, and in a lesser degree, and i don't remember its name, Eliza Schuler x Maria Lewis Reynolds (if you don't remember her from her name, is the woman Hamilton cheats on Eliza with), which is always fun, we love seeing some wlw

And now, the random facts that were just headcanons that people very often included, Jefferson and Lafayette were almost always in some sort related (especially in Jamilton fics) and that's because of the double cast, but I don't really think the same was true for any other character it was just them

Hamilton was always a caffeine addict with a bad sleep schedule who was way too engaged in whatever topic the fic made him and I remember one fic (it was a college au, of course) where the whole point was that it was actively ruining his relationships around him (it was a hamburr fic)

John Laurens loved turtles bc of some historical letters in which he mentioned he liked turtles and fandom did its thing and you couldn't read a lams fic where turtles weren't mentioned at least once

Charles Lee and Samuel Seabury were always minor villains/mean college students and the latter was sometimes in a weird unhealthy relationship with (king) George

There was no Eliza slander! I know it's a weird point, but now seeing how fandoms like spn or 911 reacted to female love interest I’m actually suprised there wasn't any, she was always just a good friend (or, in one Soulmate AU I think it was Jamilton, Eliza had Hamilton's name on her wrist but he didn't have hers and that was just brutal)

There was this fic that I won't mention by its whole name (it's off the internet anyway, I don't think the author wants to be reminded of it nor associated with it), that was a hanahaki AU Jamilton that nearing the end of its run had 300k+ words; it was about Alex having a mean spirited rivalry with Jefferson at their corpo lawyer job but hearing he has hanahaki so deciding he wants to be nice to him now, but little does he know that the hanahaki in question is *for* him and later he himself develops hanahaki for Jefferson and they even live together at one point so they have this situation where both of them are willing to die in order to keep the other one happy and cure them by being their rebounds but they actively making each other worse, it's probably not as good as I remember it to be but godDAMN was it a cult classic it really was one of the kind, ALSO a girl on a plane asked me what fic I was reading bc she was peeking over my shoulder because it looked good and it's just one of the interactions I will *never* forget

This fandom was also my first impression of A/B/O dynamic and it wasn't a good one, one of the fics with it that I remember was Jamilton, in which Hamilton was some sort of Omega activist (there was a scene where he was annoyed that romantic comedies in universe pushed the agenda of omega leaving their omegaxomega relationship for an alpha when oxo can be fully normally sufficient) and Jefferson was an alpha and there was a scene at a diner where Jefferson was spreading his pheromones so the other alphas would stop looking at Hamilton? yeah thanks, no thanks

Washington was 95% of the time Hamilton's father in one way or another but what did you expect, in one fic he was even Hamilton's mother soulmate but she died before he met her which I didn't know was possible in soulmates aus

I read one Jamilton fic on wattpad (even then I rarely used wattpad) that I think was (a college au) about how madison and jefferson were in abusive relationship and hamilton "rescued" jefferson out of it? (it feaured a truly iconic quote in a scene that i still remember where jefferson was having a panic attack in the dorm's bathroom and madison didn't want hamilton to think he was an abuser so he said something along the lines of "Don't listen to this whore" and Hamilton responded "I won't listen to a whore" and Jefferson was like no he also hates me no one loves me and then Hamilton added "But Thomas isn't a whore." and I kid you not, I think about this scene every time I see that stupid "do you think im pretty?" "no." ":(" "you're beautiful" meme) and my art was featured in one of the chapters! it wasn't a good art, but it was one of my biggest achievements back then (I drew the most art during my hamilton phase, I wish I kept that passion for drawing in the years to come)

And... I think that's all that I can think of off top of my head

Despite many peoples' opinion now, I don't think the fandom was wrong in how they perceived the source material, any who was in the fandom at that time can tell you that sometimes it felt like it's own entity, those were our characters and what they did in the musical and the historical context didn't really matter in the long run, besides some limited posts about lams or just funfacts about the real lives of the characters (i have so many funfacts about inaccuracies in hamilton stored in my head), just what the dynamic between them was

But, as have many, I grew out of hamilton fanfiction, it shaped how I moved around fanfiction and fandom spaces for years and no matter how much "cringe" that fandom was (and it was cringe in every way possible) I probably won't forget the fun parts (for example how I joined judges guild on amino that was supposed to host contests regularly and then we did one contest and 90% of the members stopped responding so I pretty much single-handedly picked the winners when we had like I think about 20-30 entries? contests were a big deal on amino) and I won't regret it, I think it was one of the if not best then funniest places to be on the Internet in 2018

I have recently rewatched Hamilton now that it is available on streaming and one) I found out that I didn't really know all the lyrics and certainly not what some parts mean (english as you probably already have noticed is not my first language) and two) I actually found myself thinking, man, i would like to read some good fanfiction about this, but not a single one Hamilton fanfiction on ao3 can be separated from how the fandom perceived the characters and that's okay, it's just the way it is

If you truly want to know the grasp of what was normal or not in this fandom, let me tell you this: I saw Jefferson Miku Binder before it was a meme, and it really wasn't that weird, I was seeing art and headcanons like these on the regular, that just how the fandom looked like

and with that, I'm signing off

[chainsawmanfan]

i love staying up trying to fix my sleep schedule things i have learned to do it: DO NOT EVEN TOUCH THE BED, YOU WILL FALL ASLEEP EVEN IF YOU'RE JUST GOING "LAY DOWN"

and

ALWAYS HAVE SNACKS

which leads me onto the secondary topic of this post

my midnight meal today!!

my midnight meals always consist of food in my room or taken from the garage late at night or very early in the morning or at midnight

anyways

what we have today is!!!

blueberry fig bar

yes i know they have 19 grams of sugar i am still going to eat them they are delicious

quest chocolate protein shake

i have consumed multiple of these in one day yummy, good for me, a decent part of my liquid intake per day

nature valley sweet & salty nut (that's what she said) peanut chewy granola bar

yummy, not messy like the oat bars which are still pretty good i like the peanut because i dont like most peanut butters cuz with jarred peanut butter i have to mix it up and i dont like seeing all those oils so thats why i like the peanut butter on these, reese's, and nutter butters

and finalllyyyyyyy!!!

raw shin noodles

its ramen i dont have the stuff to cook it in so im just gonna eat it raw and while i do like spice the spiciness from the spice packet is just meh on its own and im gonna try the veggies from the veggie packet this time

anyways

goodnight my fair people, see ya later!

[thesingingrevolution]

the way winwin carefully scheduled his year around the wayv comeback but sm suddenly switched the comeback dates up on him and he ended up not being able to participate ... and THEN he cant make it to the versache event cus he has to talk all of this out w the company.

yunquis r so strong... i would not be able to deal fr. how do u do it???

first of all thanks for your message 🙇🏻‍♀️💌

personally, i felt so upset and disappointed when the news broke :( it was bad enough it was gonna be an ot5 comeback, but when it was revealed it was because sm changed their pre planned schedule it made me angry. i understand that winwin has other important activities and if it was his own choice to sit this one out, i would have respected his decision and happily supported the other five members. but the fact that he went out of his way to ensure his schedule would align and they couldn’t even respect that.. it made me really sad. as far as we know, there is no reason this comeback had to me moved up. they just did it. and i’ve never seen anything like it, how can a company not respect their artist in this incredibly basic way? it’s heartbreaking.

i wish winwin stays in nct because i truly love him and i love his friendships in the group and his contributions etc etc but stuff like this makes me wish more and more than he only does what he needs to do for his career and happiness, regardless of how we feel. these transgressions are too serious in my opinion, to the point that when wayv were promoting on my youth during the last few months of 2023 as a proper group it almost felt like a fever dream. a full group promoting a comeback together should not be a rare occurrence. it’s so so so sad and wayv as a whole deserve so much better. the fact that i felt absolutely no excitement over this cb and haven’t even looked at concept pics or listened to any songs says so much. i will eventually, but it hurts right now :( i will need some time to get over this. not the fault of any of the members, of course!!! will always love and wish then the best.

moreover i hate that this feeds into the idea that winwin doesn’t care about his group. it’s such a common sentiment in the (toxic/misinformed/immature) parts of the fandom. if anything, winwin’s actions and deliberate desire to partake in the cb tells us the EXACT OPPOSITE. if he didn’t care, he clearly wouldn’t have gone through the trouble. like you’ve said, it’s causing more issues for him. so why would he do it if he didn’t care? i’m glad some clarifying posts went semi viral, and there was a decent amount of outrage. rightfully so.

as for how i do it….. my friend,, it’s not easy. to be honest, i have had periods where it wasn’t good for me (last summer, for example, i had so much free time to dedicate to kpop and it started affecting my mental health when i saw my fav neglected and disrespected all the time). thankfully i am better now and have been for a long time, it’s really embarrassing to admit kpop can mess one up like that lol but i hope people can be honest about how they feel since it’s very real in my experience. i try not too think about it too much and keep busy with other things, i took a huge step back from stan twitter and i only follow a few yunqi accs who post updates/positivity and don’t engage in fanwars and spread aggression across the internet. as for his company, it’s a bit more complicated. i feel as though his potential has never been fully realized, which is sad for a seasoned idol so many years into his career. but it also gives him so much space to grow, every now and then i am so surprised by his incredible work in other areas, because he was held back so much. i am so glad there are people who recognize his potential <3

i also try to remember that even though i love nct and its a huge part of my life, it’s just music and no matter what happens things will be alright. we will always have the good times and memories and that makes me feel better when i get upset. lastly, i learned to primarily focus on my own friends and my own thoughts. just last night, i told a friend i love winwin the most and she said she likes him and that he suits me as a bias. all my irl kpop stan friends have been nothing but supportive and sweet. and in my own head, winwin is the best, i dont have to think about his company and random people online to hold that opinion, and at the end of the day my thoughts are the only ones that really matter when it comes to this.

i’m sorry this is so long hahahha, but hopefully it explains a little about how i feel about all this!! once again thank you for your message 💖