#i dont know why i want to do this. it will be according a quick google search a full 21 hours of movie watching

[aidenwaites]

Maybe this is the year I commit to binging all of the Halloween movies in one go

[hannieehaee]

18+ / mdi

content: chan's a fucking loser (not rlly he just rlly likes u <33), smut, f reader, handjob, sub!chan

wc: 884

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4

masterlist

loser!chan whose eyes indiscreetly stick to you whenever you're in the same room. the halls, the cafeteria, gym, your shared chemistry class. you name it. all his friends (and yours) notice his hopeless stares while you do mundane tasks around school, except you.

or that's what everyone thinks

what he doesnt know, however, is how your eyes are looking back at him whenever he takes a quick break to look away in the name 'subtlety.' this endless cycle finally comes to an end when fate (your chemistry teacher) manages to put you in the same room alone with him.

"hey .. are you okay?", you ask after a good ten minutes of fruitless one-sided conversation as beet-red chan avoids eye contact while sitting on your bed.

due to an act by the gods above, you and chan ended up in the same group for a chemistry assignment. 'group' putting it lightly as its just you and chan alone in your room attempting to work out the assignment together.

getting him here was a miracle in itself, seeing as he would not make eye contact as you tried to come up with possible meeting times that worked for the both of you (surprise, he had an open schedule to meet whenever you desired)

after spluttering for a few seconds, chan comes to his senses and finally makes contact with your gaze when he replies to your question.

"me? oh! i- yes, sorry, just trying to work out the assignment," he responds, looking away immediately after.

"chan," you call out again, "look at me."

he powers through the effort that it takes to keep his eyes on yours for more than a few seconds, "y-yes?"

seeing his anxiety-ridden responses and lack of confidence when speaking the shortest of statements to you does something to your confidence, emboldening you to scoot closer to him and begin creeping your hand towards him.

"channie .. can i call you that? channie?", you put on your sweetest voice to ask.

"m-me? oh. yes. call me whatever you want," he somehow manages to splutter even more, his skin heating up at the unexpected pet name.

your hand creeps further towards his thigh as your body leans towards him even more.

his semi-crossed legs seem to naturally unwind themselves at the proximity of your hand, eager for whatever his years-long crush seems to have in mind for him.

"is it okay if i touch you channie?", you question, hand now in his upper thigh, gracing back and forth lightly.

"o-oh," he breathes, "are you sure? i- ive never-"

"its okay, channie," you interrupt, "just say the word and i'll stop. but i think it could be good for your nerves? dont you think?", you reason, scooting up enough for your chest to grace against his shoulder.

"y-yeah .. maybe ..." he breathes out as he closes his eyes when your hand finally makes contact with the spot in his pants thats been burning since you first welcomed him into your bed, originally sitting across from him in the tiniest shorts known to man (at least according to chan).

you place your empty hand on his warm cheek, directing his eyes towards you, "channie~ why wont you look at me?", you pout, "you stare at me all day but when i have you in my bed you wont look my way? thats so mean ..." you trail off, sticking your hand in his pants, feeling around before you finally wrap your hand around his aching length.

"ah ..." he moans. "you saw that? i'm sorry, youre just so- oh-" he cuts himself off as you speed up the pace of your touches, enjoying the way in which his head falls to your shoulder, one of his hands reaching to hold onto your arm in a fruitless attempt to try and keep a hold of his composure.

"shh, it's okay baby, i understand. feels too good to even look at me, doesnt it?", you interrupt in a mocking tone.

"i think- oh, i think i'm gonna cum. god, please ..." he lets out as he continuously lets out warm puffs of air into your neck as he nears his end far too soon.

"already?", you giggle. "oh, channie, you must be so deprived, you poor thing," you grin at him as you direct his face towards yours with your free hand.

"please .. please'" he breathes against your mouth, close enough to kiss but not enough. "please just let me. i'll do anything. anything."

you drip at his unwarranted (but very much appreciated) begging, almost feeling bad at the sudden desire to deny him just to extend the experience even longer, but his heavy breathing against your mouth and the wetness of his dick on your hand begin to make you delirious, licking into his open mouth as you give him the greenlight to cum.

"thank you. fuck, t-thank you," he continues to breathe as you shove your tongue into his mouth while he reaches his peak, attempting to catch your tongue in his.

finally, you peck his lips as he recovers from his high. grinning at his useless attempts to kiss back while he catches his breath.

"feeling less nervous now?", you giggle after a while of staring at his boneless form as he tries to process what just happened

a/n: this is my first time writing smut ever so any feedback is appreciated c: thank u for reading hehe (this was not proofread btw 😭)

[iid-smile]

one percent , itadori yuji

x gn!black cat!reader ! mentions of ijichi, calls you 'baby' and 'cupcake',

author's note: i dont like this but i wanted it out of my drafts so.... in thought? cool idea. the way i wrote it? uhhh... questionable. + i rushed at the end and idk how to fix it </3 please i just wanted this out of my drafts okay 😭

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ten percent.

it's afterschool, and you got six text messages in a row, all of them from itadori. something about picking up a call? you don't even know. you don't even have enough time to read the first before the next comes, all of which being complete gibberish with letters all over the place. for a bit, your finger hovers over the notification banner, before being rudely interrupted by a... call. wow, what a surprise. of course, it's itadori too.

you pick up.

"hello—"

"BABYYYYY!"

ouch. it was a mistake not putting it on speaker. you pull the phone away from your ear and change the audio, sighing before deciding to speak again. "what's up?"

"my phone is dying!" wow, also what a surprise, somehow, itadori's phone is never changed, and after your facetimes at night, you'd remind him to change his phone, but in the middle of the day?

"then why are you calling me? that's gonna drain it quicker."

"no, no, that's all part of the plan." he pauses. seems like he's breathing heavy. "i figured that if i call you, the quicker i'd try to get back to my dorm. so—"

"you're running?"

"yep!"

nine percent.

you had to take a pause yourself from the multiple thoughts running (no pun intended) through your head. "why aren't you near the school?"

"i was on—" he stops again. "i was on a mission!"

"without telling me?"

"sorrrrryy, sorry, okay? i forgot." oh, now he's getting sulky. "you're always getting so angry at me. i'm strong, you know?"

"yeah, yeah. i know." you thought he would say something else afterwards, but considering he's in a race with his own phone percentage at the moment, you'll have to do most of the talking. "where was it?"

"where was what?"

"the mission."

"oh! somewhere in shinjuku." minus the heaving breathing, itadori said that so casually you had to think about what he actually said. shinjuku is near the center of tokyo. and where is the school? on the outskirts of tokyo, in the mountains. just how fast and far does he have to be running to reach is dorm?

eight percent.

now, this is concerning. "and you're running from there? that's too far! yuji, you're not going to make it!"

"nothing is too far if it's you i'm running for!"

the scoff that came from you really couldn't be prevented. "you're embarrassing." thank god he didn't facetime you, if that would even be possible from his perspective, otherwise you'd have to hide the blush on your face with your hoodie.

itadori chuckles a bit, slightly interrupted by a quick 'excuse me!'. must've nearly bumped into someone. "might be~"

"no— actually, why isn't ijichi picking you up? he has a car for a reason. don't waste your battery on me."

"i haven't done cardio in a while. everything is a training opportunity if you try hard enough."

"...seriously?" you deadpan. "you're running from shinjuku all the way to the school. how is that training?"

seven percent.

"i was busy— you know. practicing cursed energy and stuff, so i— oi, how has it gone from seven to four percent that quick?!"

four percent. (according to him)

"that's what happens when you call someone. it drains it quicker. didn't i tell you that right at the beginning?"

"oh come on, don't be like that, cupcake! hearing your voice is motivating for me."

"concerning."

"is not! 'm nearly there, okay? just believe in me."

"mm."

his voice suddenly grows a little quiet. "baby?"

"what?"

"believe in me."

"i am."

"say it. please?"

you sigh. "i believe in you." it really can't be helped, can it?

three percent.

the dangling charms on your phone twirl around your finger as you fiddle with them, half-absently listening to the noises of his shoes hitting the ground and the surroundings getting less and less loud. "how much longer till you get there?"

"i dunno... five minutes? i'll make it in less than anyway."

"your phone's not gonna hold out for another five minutes on four percent. have you seen how quick the battery drops even when it's off?" your eyebrows furrow, and you switch your phone from one ear to the other.

"well, you never know. it's been pretty good, and it's on three—" itadori's voice lightens, and you know exactly what that means.

two percent.

"...two percent now."

"yuji."

he chuckles sheepishly. "relaaax, baby! i'll just run faster."

"your stamina scares me." you hear a constant pitter-patter coming from his side and it seems like he's heading up the lengthy steps leading up to the entrance. "nearly?"

"very much nearly! i— i'm nearly at my room!"

you sigh, but it's more in amusement than anything. "congratulations."

one percent.

"yes! yes! i made it—!" the call suddenly cuts off.

oh.

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[lizaluvsthis]

Welcome again to Liza's Fixation...

I present to you...

Reasons why I document these kinds of stuff to how similar gay idiots have occurred to me for the past few years.

SMG34 AND SQUIDBOB (SUN AND MOON PAIR)

Quick reminder: the explanation is a bit too long so grab a seat and eat some snacks while ya read-

Sun & moon dynamic:

Noticing the differences in how optimistic spongebob and smg4 are in their own world even if the sh-t ass problem gets a bit more heavy to deal with? They both kept it there and still moved on even tho it was a bit of a problem in their life that impacted them already. Yet they still chose to move.

Pessimistic like Squidward and SMG3 they both sometimes ignore the ray of sunshine or sometimes would be the ones watching their optimistic sun/partner on the side glances or view to check up on them.

Likes/interests/love?

Now I'm not pretty sure about this one but if I were to think- that smg4 and spongebob would point out something or hint it. I'll be heading off to the part when they go soft on their moon. (Smg3 and Squidward)

Just like something that they do to soften their partner- smg4 looks at three with awes in his eyes like a baby- and spongebob looks at squid with sparkled eyes and or well- inclusions of his lip bitings/flirting/and too many attempts of him kissing his cheek/forehead/nose over and over from other episodes.

But since SMG4 and Three's dynamic are unlike the same- I do kind of see some parts of SMG4 being a little goof to Three as well.

The moon's effect"

OH YEAAAA PREPARE FOR THE TSUNDERE ACTIVATION!!!

Ahem- let's just say that just like SMG3 where he calls four baka about more than five times already- let's put this simply he likes four but tries to hide it as well.

And just the same thing as Squidward. He may hate the poriferan for being such a mess or annoying him on the other days, but at the same time, he deeply and truly does care about him even if he does NOT want to admit it right in front of his face.

Playing the cards as a moon dynamic could be a bit simple BUT it's also from the same part where that moon plays with its OWN actions.

A tsundere cant-NOT tell that person they're crushing just yet because mostly they think that it'll be such a rush. And well- wanted to take the sun's time to think or to feel around with them.

The sun's effect:

EUGHHH anyway- since the sun likes to give love, joy, and happiness to other people. Like spongebob and smg4 showering love out of platonic to people some patties or uhhh memes...

Sun has been and always been sensitive with stuff from how other people they're closest to act out to them.

Now let's just put the example of three opening up to four during that igbp arc.

And then also Squidward opened up to spongebob during that Fools in April episode.

The moon knows how sensitive suns are that they can't urge themselves to think about what would happen in advance due to their own consequences that dealt with their own actions to make the sun's life miserable.

Because deep down the moon has always been so miserable that they dont want to let their closest to get this negative feeling too. (Such as the sun does)

Friends? Enemies? Lovers? Foes?:

It would be funny how similar the dynamic is but a different type of situation they grew up having. They had slowburns coming tho!

Smg34 (enemies to friends) says on the wiki that his relationship with smg4 could and would possibly go to as "lovers" but it has never been admitted YET. Development grows (including uh igloo event-)

SO UHHH COUGH- COUGH- UHHHH YEAH... erm- ahem- uhhh his dynamic with three grew from just a simple seed then turned to grow into tiny roots of their bond then coming to a sprout blooming out right after the events of 2020 or 2021 have been shown.

Squidbob (friends to close friends) [according to their development during the seasons]

<THOUGH IT IS CONFIRMED SPONGEBOB IS ASEXUAL ACCORDING FROM OFFICIAL TWITTER!!!>

it seemed that spongebob had grown to admire Squidward as his co-worker to the point Squidward gets a bit used to it now and then he wouldn't mind anymore or THINK that spongebob is just an annoying loser.

wish to tell but I could not:

moon thought it would be a bit too embarrassing or a bit awkward if they were to say something about the mixed feelings they have with their certain sun.

But even if it were to hint out just like what Sponge and Four did to Squid and Three- and even if the moons were to do the same- it comes out from dodging the arrows. The hint of realizations.

Just like how we saw four trying his best to comfort and make it up to smg3 as much as possible without making him a bother or getting three to see him as a bastard in a way. (start of YouTube arc and trash friends) And then to spongebob trying to make it up for Squidward once his life got ruined even tho he tried to make his life even better, Squidward still sees him as an annoying yellow nuisance. So if we take this place to the moon's pov they could also find it such a hard time to actually reciprocate or to think about what could resolve their own problem without even being such a both as there is for them now. The situation that they carry is a lot heavier than what there is from the outcome and could lead to some sorts of stuff that they wouldn't want to happen just now/yet

The flow between their relationship:

I mostly thought about how the sun would have most of the time being a goof around to the moon when they're always down, so if it was the sun's turn to feel down. Moon also uses the same tactics in trying their best to comfort their moon.

It's like how smg4 felt bad about smg3 when he destroyed his own production. And like how it is to Spongebob when he destroyed something that Squidward felt upset about.

He never thought much at first but he also tried his best way to think about the situation to meld their situation together.

Nicknames? Flirting?

Fluids between their relationship of being actual friends to closer then to not close again.

When Squidward deals with having someone close to him (just like how spongebob does the same) he mostly engages with also saying nice words (rarely) and really means it to which spongebob could be so happy that Squidward would be showering out his true colors. Because of the sun's response, it's all a bit good to be true and they aren't sure about what to believe. But goes on along with it. Smg3 whose been the one to do things about helping or say a couple of nice words to four. Making HIM rethink about his stuff if it was all actually true and whatnot. Because the Three we all used to know was a villainy dude who was so obsessed with taking over Four's channel and what'd we get? A smooth development- (kinda rough but smooth still)

I think those are all I've got it's just literally the same things so yeah-

[sethsclearwater]

poly seth and paul with a pregnant reader who has cravings bad and just cries when she cant get it like its 2am and she just wants something specific crying and paul and seth dont know what to do and have to go out at midnight to get her her snacks so she wont cry anymore

PLEASE💀💀 send in more requests y’all!!

...

"seth," you sniffled, whimpering as you gently squeezed his bicep in an attempt to wake him up. the aforementioned male was quick to roll over and knuckle blearily at his eyes as he woke himself up.

"hey pretty girl," he murmured sleepily, yawning, "why the tears?" he asked softly, sitting up so he could gently cup your face in his hands and brush away the stray tears with his thumb.

you sniffled again, which apparently woke up your other imprinter who let out a loud groan as he rolled over, drawing both yours and seth's attention, "'s going on?" paul questioned, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his hand as you sniffled again, another wave of tears running down your cheeks.

"i really want those hot pickles but we don't have any in the fridge," you whimpered, anxiously looking between seth and paul who both let out soft sighs at your explanation.

"oh pretty girl," seth murmured, sliding one hand down to your protruding belly, "let's go look again, yea? i know we just got a bunch a few days ago," he cooed, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before getting up.

you nodded as paul got up as well, taking your hands and helping you up so the three of you could walk into the kitchen. according to the oven, it was 2:13 in the morning and you could not have been less happy to be up at such an early hour.

paul helped you sit down at one of the barstools, gently brushing your tears away as seth looked in the fridge for some of your hot pickles.

he hummed, drawing yours and paul's attention, "i don't see anymore," he sighed softly, his explanation sending another wave of tears down your cheeks.

you anxiously looked over to your other imprinter who just sighed and leaned down to press his lips to your forehead, "i'll go see if the gas station down the street has some, yea?" paul suggested, knowing you well enough by now to know that you wouldn't be able to fall back asleep until you satisfied your craving.

you nodded, "please," you whimpered and he let out a breathy laugh.

"i'll be quick." he reassured, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before straightening up and grabbing his keys and wallet before heading out.

seth came over to you, offering you your hydroflask, "drink some water, yea?" he suggested, offering you a small smile when you nodded and sipped on the straw.

"you wanna put your show on in bed while we wait for paul?" he asked softly and you nodded, sniffling again as you grabbed your hydroflask and allowed seth to take your free hand and help you back into the bedroom where he got you back into bed.

he quickly crawled in next to you, allowing you to curl into his side while he got your favorite show on. it didn't take long for paul to get back and you lit up as soon as you saw him step into the bedroom with a bag of hot pickles, "hey princess," he smiled softly at you as he stepped over and handed you two of them, "i got like 10 of them so we'll have some extras in the fridge, yea?" he asked softly, his tone laced with a hint of teasing that had you giggling as you sniffled.

"thank you," you whispered, cheeks a bright pink as you quickly got one of the pickles out of the wrapper and ate it.

both boys let out breathy laughs, happy to know that you were happy. paul got the rest of the pickles into the fridge before he was getting back in bed with you, both boys chuckling as you ate 2 pickles in record time.

[lyss-sketchbox]

(To start, I've been enjoying reading your and folks' various perspectives on Natlan, it's interesting to see different breakdowns/thoughts)

I do have a theory on the flippancy though, and I may very well be horribly wrong, but I suspect it's intentional. The whole nation is being taught, more or less, that this war they're fighting is a game. It's fine if you die, we'll bring you back. It's fine if you fight the Abyss, we do it all the time. And yet. We see that folks' Ancient Names can be lost and not recovered, that you can't fully recover from Abyssal corrosion, and that hey, actually, Kachina is a terrified kid when we see that projection of her. It may even be part of why the nation is struggling so much with creating their Contending Fire. I also think Mavuika plays into this narrative.

Primarily, I think (or maybe just hope) her overconfidence is going to be her hubris. Traveller expresses concern about the time she has to gather the warriors and she's non-plussed, "eh, I trust the Wyob". She's got A Plan and it's going to work, according to her. But I dunno about that ma'am. She also says weirdly definitive statements that I don't think are fully accurate like "humans can't know their fate" and "the only thing that unites the Fatui are collecting the gnoses" that lead me to believe she puts full stock in her conclusions as soon as she feels she has an answer and doesn't exactly question any further.

Honestly? It would be nice if they set up this whole thing of the nation being so casual and Traveler buying into it only to tear it, crashing down, around everyone. How long can the nation avoid taking things seriously before everything comes to a head? (Perhaps why Capitano isn't interested in brute-forcing things overall? Or maybe I'm giving him too much credit, lol)

What an interesting take, genuinely

So Mavuika

It would definitely play the part of being a pyro archon and how pyro vision holders are often extremely confident and high spirited. It would make sense if the pyro archon embodies that kind of value.

This also lines up with what the previous anon said about how she wanted to be reincarnated because its HER plan and she wanted to see it through even if it means offing herself early.

(I dont remember the ending dialogue was i did it all at like 4 am so yeah please fight me on my takes)

She also seems very quick to make MASSIVE decisions like using a good chunk of her power to keep the Contending Flame alive right then and there even with the concerns of some people. Then she was just as quick to burn all the mementos gathered for centuries when the group sent to find Kachina didnt make it.

I feel like maybe she couldve waited before keeping the Contending Flame alive. And while the Contending Flame IS more importang than a single girl, based on the time we spent in the Night Kingdom. It doesnt... feel all that long. She couldve waited. Use her power to save us. Rest for a while then fan the Contending Flame. Saving us from the Night Kingdom didnt feel like a permanent loss of power while keeping the Contending Flame alive does.

To be honest, she IS human, WAS human before archonhood. Shes been human TWICE now due to her reincarnation. I can understand humans wanting to prove to higher powers and beings such as fate that they CAN hold power over themselves. But being human, being NATLANIAN means she has worshipped to Wayob as well at some point. Hence putting her faith more into them and their ancient names.

The Plot of Natlan

I will admit here that i am biased and there is only 2 acts so far. For all i know theyre still setting up the chekovs guns and they may pop oh so beautifully in late acts and i am too harsh on the set up acts.

But i can understand if the people of natlan has been trained their entire life to numb themselves of the true horrors of war. Because they live constantly in it, if they are in constant fear, it is not good for morales or the ancient name holders either.

And if they were written to be so chill so that hoyoverse can pull the rug under us even harder then well good on them because i will be COMPLETELY honest.

I cannot see them pulling this without making it cliche or shallow.

Because we all already know SOMETHING is gonna go wrong. The abyss will reach natlan. The contending flame will die. The 6 heroes will reawaken and help Mavuika fight off the abyss for good. We know it will happen. The only issue is how to get there and how to not make it cliche as fuck.

Because for one they pulled the anime training montage for Kachina where we get told she is actually really good, she has been training so hard with Mualani but we literally dont get to see or feel it. But oop she defeated mualani.

They pulled the power of friendship when Mualani talked back to lector in the night kingdom.

They already spoiled how Ororon was the traitor because HE WAS STANDING NEXT TO CAPITANO IN THE TRAILER.

It feels way too messy for me, way too unserious and uncoordinated both in game and advertisement materials. I almost feel like capitano, 1st of the fatui harbinger, probably shouldnt have been responsible for natlan because dude can out espionage them (or maybe natlan and capitano are both as equally uncoordinated who knows).

Well for NOW i think they have a generic base plot. I would be very willing to declare how wrong i was about natlan if act 3-5 managed to fucking mindblow me. But yeah as you can see i am not hopeful that hyv have half the brain you have about the plot.

[tntduopolls]

hi! Im @addlepater, I run this blog.

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[emwritesfootball]

Feeling Down | Erling Haaland

you feeling down and you dont want Erling to see but you live together

Warnings: sad feelings, slight bit of angst 

Note: according to my Google Translate (as my main Norwegian pal is no longer on here) Kjære = sweetheart

A/N: dedicated to the @horny-haaland-hoes

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Erling was up and ready before you were, leaving the house before you’d even left the bed, so waking up alone didn’t help your mood. It was one of those days where you knew nothing was going to go right the moment you woke up, but you were hoping it was going to get better. 

Of course it didn’t, though.

The rain in Manchester only made it worse, heightening your sad mood as you started your morning. You were glad you didn’t have to work today, but that seemed to put you at a disadvantage. Now, you had to figure out what to do with your day, except nothing sounded appealing. 

Erling found you laying on the sofa, a movie on the tv that you weren’t paying attention to. He immediately knew something was wrong, but he couldn’t figure out what. 

“Hello,” he said softly, taking a seat next to your head and stroking your hair.

“Hey,” you replied listlessly, not even looking up from your phone to acknowledge him.

“How was your day?”

You made a noncommittal noise in the back of your throat, sighing as you shut off your phone and rubbed your eyes, the movie still playing in the background. “Don’t wanna talk about it. How was training?”

“It was good. Missed you, though.” Erling gave you a big toothy grin as he nudged you, trying to elicit a smile or some sort of emotion from you. “Can I have a kiss?”

You sat up and gave him a quick brush of your lips over his before getting up and going to the kitchen in search of snacks, Erling following closely behind. He watched as you searched the cupboards and found nothing, migrating over to the refrigerator to open it and look inside.

“Talk to me…please?”

You shut the refrigerator door, tears pricking your eyes and your throat stinging as you tried not to cry. Without a word, you walked over to him and wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head on his chest as you let out a sniffle. “I don’t know what to say. I’m in a bad mood and I don’t know how to get out of it, but I don’t want to drag you down into it with me.”

“Kjære,” he murmured, taking your face in his hands, “let me help.”

It took a moment but you were able to open up, spilling everything about how awful your day had started and how nothing seemed to be going right and how bored you were, and by the time you were finished, you were in tears that you hadn’t wanted to shed.

Erling didn’t say anything as you told him everything, a strong, tall presence that grounded you in a way you hadn’t anticipated. He held you close to him, making you feel safe and loved as you opened up.

“Why don’t you go put on another movie and grab a blanket, and I’ll order in, okay?” Erling pressed a kiss to the top of your head and then your lips, enveloping you in the perfect hug. 

Half an hour later, you were snuggled into Erling’s side, the two of you sharing food as your favorite movie played. 

“Feeling better?” He asked when the movie was over and you were half-asleep and ready for bed.

“Much better,” you sighed as he tucked you into bed and pulled you close to him. “Thank you, Erling.”

“Anything for you, Kjære.”

[cupoftaae]

Heyy! Love your work💜 Could you maybe write something fluffy, where tae is y/n’s comfort and she goes to him after a bad day🫶🏻

Hello there! AW, thank you for reading!

Fluffy taehyung is my weakness, I hope you enjoy anon :)

warnings- mentions of weed, swearing. Soft taehyung needs his own warnings tbh. also this takes place as if they were both like, 19-20 ish ....KIND OF FRIENDS TO LOVERS LOWKEY

wanna build a pillow fort? -KTH drabble

you werent sure how you had landed in this position in the first place, but here you were, sitting in the living room while your parents explained to you that...well...the college you had been praying to get into one day had declined you.

"are you sure?" you whispered, watching your dad show you the letter. You sighed, trying to hold back any signs of emotion. You had taken a gap year between graduating high school to now, just to grasp your bearings. You put all your energy into working and getting into school, but the universe had other plans.

"I know you wanted this so badly, y/n, im sorry" your mother sat down next to you. "What am I gonna do? I had no backup plan..." your face falls into your hands. "your so young, you have time. you can also sign up to take classes, you dont need to be a student" your mom adds.

"but I wanna be a student, thats the whole point."

"listen, I know this is stressful, but just go get some rest and maybe we can figure out a new plan tomorrow? ok?" your father stands up, looking at you sadly.

You shrugged, knowing that they were just trying to help, but there was no way out of this, you were fucking upset.

Once you had gotten into your room, slamming your door shut, you collapsed onto your bed and took 5 deep breathes, you didnt want to cry. You were a big girl now and crying over school was dumb. You just wanted to be with someone right now, and your best friend was 3 streets over, making things difficult.

You could invite him over, but your father wasnt too pleased to see him late at night the last time he was here. He had walked in and alerted your dog, making him bark until your parents came downstairs, freaked out. They also just dont like the idea of a boy being in your room, despite the fact you are 19, and have been friends with taehyung since you were little....there were absolutely no feelings like that showing up... at least thats what you chose to believe.

You quickly texted him just to see if he was even up to hang.

You: wyd

Tae: making ramen, wbu?

you smiled and chose to ignore his message, making the quick decision to grab your jacket and sneak out your window. Youve only done this one other time, and it was when you had covid and your friend Vanessa dropped off chipotle outside on your side of the house for you.

You prayed to God that your parents had no installed cameras, because one, you didnt want to get caught, and two, you fell on your ass on the way out. "Jesus christ" you scoff, getting up and making a dash to taehyungs house in the dark.

-

Taehyung was standing in the kitchen and dancing to music with his dog, making his little paws move according to the choreography. "Why are you making food so late?" Taehyungs mother spoke, coming into the room to fill up her tea. "because its friday.." he mumbled, mouth full of noodles.

"Okay" she laughed and shook her head, "just clean up, yeah? oh, an-"

his mother was cut off by the front door being knocked on, "who is here at this hour?" she whispered, walking over to look through the peep hole. She sarcastically looked back at taehyung, "why is y/n on my front step?" she smirked.

"she is??" he walked over to the door.

"you know if you wanted to plan a date, I could have made real food for you guys"

"mom stop" he shyly shushed her before opening the door.

"hello" you mumble, bowing at the presence of his mother.

"Hey, y/n...is everything alright?" he asks, his mother gently pulling you inside. "its almost 11 dear" she spoke.

"Im ok, Im just needing some time out of my house, I hope im not intruding?"

"oh no, no, sweetie youre good" she smiled and closed the door.

Taehyung hugged you and glanced at his mom

"i'll be upstairs if you need anything" she spoke, grabbing her tea and walking upstairs before yelling "Be good, just not too good"

He laughed and pulled away to look at you. "Not that I mind your presence, but...why are you here?"

you giggled as he took your coat and hung it up. "well....I uhm" you looked around before sitting on the edge of the couch. "I didnt get in" you shrugged, forced smile on your face.

"hm? what are you talking about?" he stands in front of you

"I received a letter in the mail today from HUFS, and it was declining my application" you speak softly, watching him frown.

"y/n...Im so sorry"

"its okay, its just a lot, but i'll be fine."

He kneeled in front of you and held your hands, "you know...its okay to be sad, right?" he whispers, "that was your dream school.."

you nodded, wanting to sink into the floor the moment you felt tears prickling your eyes. "I know, but...something new will come. I just really wanted to be like you, in school and working towards my degree already, you know?" you shrug.

he nods, "I know, but.." he squeezed your hands, "life isnt a competition, we all do things when the universe pulls us in that direction. Its ok this didnt work out, maybe it was for the best. I know you, y/n, and whatever you do in life is going to be fucking amazing, no doubt about it. So be sad, mourn what you will miss, but dont let it hold you back."

you nodded as tears escaped your eyes, small cries falling from your lips as he immediately held you up and wrapped you into his arms. "Its okay....I promise" he coo'd, hand brushing your hair as you finally let yourself feel upset.

"thank you" you sniff, wiping your eyes as you hold him.

"cmon, lets go eat junkfood and build a fort" he squeezed your waist, making you blush slightly as you followed him to the kitchen. "a fort?" you asked, eyes still wet.

"mhm, with like the pillows and stuff" he spoke, taking another bite of noodles.

you giggle, "ok"

-

You two sat under a giant pillow fort, with a blanket over the head for the roof. "I have to say, your pillow fort making skills have improved. Remember when we were little and it would always collapse on us?" you snorted, nudging him.

"I have improved and grown in many ways, trust the process of time" he joked, taking a bite of the chip in his hand.

He definitely had grown and improved, taking a moment to look over his face proves the fact that Taehyung had matured quite nicely at that.

"dont stare its rude" he teased, finding something to watch on youtube.

You shake your head, "sorry" you lean over to lay beside him so you can see the screen of his laptop.

"Your parents wont like...kill me...if they find out you spent the night, right?"

you giggle, "am I spending the night?"

"well, you dont have to, I just assumed because its already 1am and its not safe for you to be out and about"

you shook your head, "what? so I dont have what it takes to fight off street hagglers?"

"oh you do, Im keeping you off the street for their safety" he spoke seriously, making you laugh.

"mm, and no, my parents arent gonna do anything, I dont think....maybe.....you know what? I dont know"

"oh that makes me feel good" he fake pouts

"Im teasing, im 19 and they need to get over keeping me locked up all the time..." you play with the fabric of the blanket.

"I think your dad hates me, dude" he sighed, shutting his laptop and leaving you both to lay in the dark as you looked up at the green blanket roof.

"shut up, he does not"

"He told me that he didnt want me showing up there anymore"

"thats because it was 4am and you scared the dog, I told you to come in through the window you fucking dumbass" you joked, "he also caught you with weed, so there you go"

"hm, fair I guess" he sighed

"he doesnt hate you I promise" you turned on your side to face him, not realizing how close your faces were.

He turned his head, noses barley touching as you both looked over each others faces in the dark.

"are you feeling better?" he whispered

"yeah...yeah I am" you mumbled, wanting to pull away but also choosing to stay put.

"good" he smiled and turned his body so it was also laying on his side, facing you.

"Y/n?" he asked

"yeah?"

"is it ok if I kiss you?"

you felt your hear stop in your chest, what did he just ask you?

"w-what?" you look at him, eyes wide

"I asked if I could kiss you?" he repeated, voice so soft and quiet. "its ok to say no" he added.

you took a breath, realizing that in moments like this, you really have to be honest with yourself and stop saying you aren't attracted to him, because here he is, in front of you, asking to kiss after taking his time to make you feel better. You can only hold on to your discipline so much before you fold.

"yeah...yeah you can kiss me, tae" you exhale, shocked the words even came from your mouth.

His large hand came up to hold your face delicately, thumb brushing your skin as you both leaned in slowly until each others lips clashed. The feeling felt a lot more natural than you anticipated, it wasn't weird, or awkward or cringe, it felt....right?

If tae's plan was to make you fully forget about that college letter, than goal achieved.

You knew you both would have to talk about this later, at some other time when your mouths weren't attached to each other, but for now all you wanted to do was be thankful for him.

you gently pulled back and giggled like a little girl, a blush creeping over your face as he pulled you against his chest. There were no words or jokes, you both simply laid together before eventually falling asleep in each others embrace.

Maybe he was right about better things coming, and maybe this was it.

A/N- this was so cute I was kicking my feet and giggling while writing, we all need our own taehyung.

[fairycosmos]

Accidentally drank too much on an empty stomach last night and don't remember the last hour or so of the night so today I feel crazy embarrassed and ashamed even though according to my step tracker I just went on a walk around my neighborhood and according to my youtube history I was listening to 2000s pop punk. Yet I still feel like a criminal who needs to flee town I'm so sure I embarrassed myself. Why do I feel so much hangxiety?? I want the earth to swallow me up 😞

ughhhhhh youre literally so real like this has happened to me soooo many times and i know it's hell. i read something once about how it's just the alcohol that is still in ur system making the chemicals in your brain feel all off balanced and that's why even though you know you didn't do anything wrong the shame is still there. i always try to comfort myself by going through a quick mental checklist like did i hurt anyone? did i spend an insane amount of money? did i say anything objectiviely offensive? if the answer is no to all of those then i remind myself to just breathe through it bc nothing of note has happened, my brain is just a hungover hater. i know that's a lot easier said than done but honestly the feeling is only there until it inevitably fades and it will fade. i also notice that the more i think myself in circles about this trying to get rid of the shame and analyse it the harder it is to let it go so after the mental checklist i just recommend letting it be there, letting the feeling persist for however long it wants to and gently guiding your attention towards something else - a show, a hobby, a song, a walk, whatever. make sure you are watered and fed and get some more rest if needed. i'm srry you're going through this rn and i know words dont put a dent in it but honestly the burning anxiety will get smaller and smaller over the course of the next few days, promise. also side note i would love to walk around drunk and listen to 2000s pop punk with you! :^) x

[jennazed]

So today I was kinda bored and decided to read the "Be More Chill" book to see if there were any differences between the book and the musical.... and OH BOY WERE THERE SOME DIFFERENCES!!! I wrote down some of them, enjoy (beware spoilers obviously)

Jeremy has humiliation sheets to quantiatively determine how much of an incel he is

Madeline is now Elizabeth?

Who tf is Mark, why does he exist, and why is Jeremy friends with him?

Everyone knows Jeremy wrote the letter to Christine, but now he wants to give her a chocolate shakespeare bc he is a total flirt (TM)

Jeremy's mom is around and has a divorce lawyer-ing firm with his dad now

Michael is a white boy with an asian girl fetish

JEREMY IS A THEATER KID! JEREMY IS A THEATER KID! JEREMY IS A THEATER KID! JEREMY IS A THEATER KID! JEREMY IS A THEATER KID!

Mr Reyes doesn't microwave his own hot pockets, he uses child labor to do so instead

Christine is super angsty like she needs an anger management therapist or smth

Michael's brother got a squip apparently and is going to Brown University

Oh btw, Jeremy's dad doesn't even wear underwear around the house he just lets his son see his junk?

Michael also has a knee fetish apparently???

Sadly, the play is the actual Midsummer's Dream and not a Midsummer's Nightmare about Zombies

Ok Christine is no longer angsty?

Nvm she is angsty again that was quick

Jeremy goes "Heh-heh." a lot

According to Michael, all girls are shirt thieves and should never be trusted

Ok Christine is no longer angsty again and apparently she is very specific on how relationships are supposed to be formed bc of course she is

The whole Halloween party is now a school-sanctioned event

Is Jeremy a furry? what does "sometime tonight I’ve got to find pics on the Internet of girls with tails" mean???????

Instead of dressing up as Juliet, Christine dresses up as a prostitute angel for the halloween party

Btw michael knows all about the squip from day 1, his brother has one

Rich does his whole ITS FROM JAPAN moment at the halloween party instead of while pissing

Rich's halloween costume is marijuana

the squip is no longer "top secret can't even look it up on the internet shit" bc there's like 361 results for it on yahoo apparently

Jeremy's dad might have been gay for Ben Franklin

Instead of using his Bar Mitzvah money, Jeremy steals his aunt's beanie babies to finance his squip

LORE!! The guy from the lady's running shoes place who gives Jeremy the squip, his name is RACK LMAO

Jeremy keeps his squip-shenanigans secret from michael so we don't get the awesome sequence "try to say something cool" "i think i just blew my bar mitzvah money on a wintergreen tic-tac" "yeah not cool" :(

RACK instead of the squip says the "You can also set me to Sean Connery, Jack Nicholson, Sexy Anime Female hehehehe" line. This change is devestating

"The gayer it feels, the better your posture" YOU HEARD IT HERE FOLKS GAY PEOPLE HAVE BETTER POSTURE

In the book, the squip can see into parallel universes bc quantum physics

Brooke is Anne

Jeremy flirts with Chloe instead of Brooke/Anne man they really changed a lot of stuff around yk

Eminem dies like immediately. That squip DEFINITELY killed him lol

Fun fact: Jeremy is NOT circumcised!

Apparently you just think about the squip turning off to turn it off wow

Jeremy now does pushups whenever he sees an attractive guy on tv instead of whenever he thinks about sex

SQUIPS CAN CONTROL YOUR DREAMS? THATS SO COOL!

lol the squip hates singing

Jeremy instead of the squip says "up up down down left right left right B A start"

wait Brooke is in the book? Then who tf is Anne???

Madeline is now Katrina?

The squip becomes murderous if you drink, i love it!

how does jeremy not know what a pheromone is but is perfectly able to memorize monologues about how humanity has stopped evolving?

Jeremy is a professional boxer and will punch you in the neck and make your gameboy say "dont fuck with me >:(" if you mess with him, remember that folks

Apparently the squip thinks acting like a dog is cute?

NOOO! Some dude named Jason Finderman is the one who has his parents on the run for money laundering and hosts the party instead of Jake

Huh, no optic nerve blocking of Michael? Maybe this version of the squip is actually trying to help Jeremy

Poor Jenna :( she just wanted to talk about how Elizabeth is a slut and Jeremy turned her down

Apparently the squip is also a certified drivers ed instructor! Who knew?

JEREMYS DAD SAYS THE N WORD OK ITS PROBABLY FOR THE BEST THAT ONE GOT CHANGED

Ok smth is up with Jeremy, why is he confessing to Chloe while on ectsasy that he constantly dreams of her with a tail? AND WHY IS SHE KINDA INTO IT??

Fun fact: ectsasy turns the squip spanish

Apparently Chloe's boyfriend in the book is named Brock. Imagine going through 9 months of pregnancy and deciding that your baby should go by fucking Brock lol

Hugging legs is Jeremy's coping mechanism

I love this version of the squip: "TODO LO QUE USTED ES BUENO PARA ES SEXO DEL INTERNET." lmao

btw rich has a belly button kink

Rich named his pp Li'l Cheese Head

No michael in the bathroom moment, instead its more of a michael in a bathtub with an asian girl moment

Michael, who is still buddies with Jeremy :), rushes to tell him of the rich fire

I think rich set the fire bc alcohol + squip = murderous rage in this universe not bc he was trying to get it out

YOOO CHRISTINE IS GONNA BE A PSYCH MAJOR

Jeremy gets a therapist bc his mom freaks out when he tells her about the squip but the therapist is also squipped lol

lol all hollywood actors have squips, awesome

The squip's plan is to have Jeremy confess his love to Christine during the play in front of everybody but she calls him a loser… oof

The squip plans to write Jeremy's life story in a book and then have it kill itself with mtn dew red :O

THE WHOLE STORY WAS A BOOK JEREMY/THE SQUIP WROTE FOR CHRISTINE????? AND THEN IT JUST ENDS??????

That was one way to spend like four hours

[sirensvcubus]

Devils Kettles Infamous Man Eaters

Jennifer x Needy

-Instead of killing Jennifer, Needy joins her to reek havoc on those who have wronged them.

ᴀ ꜱᴜᴄᴄᴜʙᴜꜱ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴɪᴄ, ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ, ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴘʀᴇᴅᴀᴛᴏʀ ᴡʜᴏ ꜱᴇᴅᴜᴄᴇꜱ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ᴍᴀʟᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴇᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜰʟᴇꜱʜ, ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴏᴜʟ ɪɴ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴜʀɪꜱʜ ʜᴇʀ ꜱᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ. ᴀ ꜱᴜᴄᴄᴜʙᴜꜱ ɴᴇᴇᴅꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴜᴍᴇ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ꜰʟᴇꜱʜ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀɪɴᴛᴀɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇꜱᴛᴏʀᴇ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ, ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴘᴇᴀᴋ. ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀꜱ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇ ꜱᴇᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ, ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ ꜱᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ, ꜱᴘᴇᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ, ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʟᴇᴠɪᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴɪᴄ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ ~ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʙɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ɴᴏɴ-ᴠɪʀɢɪɴ~ ᴘʜʏꜱɪᴄ ʟɪɴᴋꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴍᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟɪᴛʏ ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜᴄᴄᴜʙɪ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴇᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴘʀᴇʏ. ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀ ꜱᴜᴄᴄᴜʙᴜꜱ ɪꜰ ꜱʜᴇ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴠɪʀɢɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ɪꜱ ꜱᴀᴄʀɪꜰɪᴄᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴀ ꜱᴀᴛᴀɴɪᴄ ʀɪᴛᴜᴀʟ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴇʟʟɪɴɢ ꜱᴏᴜʟ ᴏʀ ɪꜰ ᴀ ɴᴏɴ-ᴠɪʀɢɪɴ ɪꜱ ʙɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ʙʏ ᴀ ꜱᴜᴄᴄᴜʙᴜꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʟɪᴠᴇꜱ.

Needy’s eyes scanned over the text and everything made sense, the creepy band -Low Shoulder- , the missing persons, the way Jennifers been acting, the night she was covered in blood, and why she kept seeing jennifer when she wasn’t there -physic connection. Jennifer was a demon, a succubus. What the hell was she going to do!?

“Hey Vagisil”

She heard Jenn from right behind her ear. She turned to see Jennifer hovering over her shoulder with a smirk, twirling a strand of her hair with her index finger.

Slamming the book she stammered, “Whats up Monistat?” Needy said taking off her glasses rubbing her eyes while staying focused on Jenn.

“Nothing on my end-“ she said calmly “what about you-“ she said with a menacing tone glaring at the collection of occult and paranormal research books.

“Light reading on… stuff.” She said witha quick smile.

“Light reading” she said raising her eyebrows looking at the vast collection of books. “God your nerd” she sighed and rolled her eyes. “You belive in this horse shit” she said picking up a book “trading your soul for immortality- power hungry woman turn to satan… duuu duuu duuunn” she scoffed. “This was probably written by some sexist delusional dude whos never talked to a woman” she stared at needy waiting for a response.

“Your a demon arnt you your killing people.”

“Boys and do i look like a demon to you” she laughed

“Well with the things your doing i-“

“I am doing what I have to, probably making the world a better place who needs stupid high school boys there nothing but toxic horn dogs”

“Chip isnt” needy said stern

“You may think that.. but your wrong, they all are, every last one pf them and you can deny that all you want but you and i both know if chip thought he had a chance he would jump me.” She said shaking her head. “ what are they good for anyway, was chip even good in bed? Now thats something Id bet my soul that he’s not, oh wait according to your library book I dont have one.” She said with a fake frowning face as she spun her fists by her eyes pretending to wipe tears. “ you have fun with your light reading” she said mockingly.

After that night Jennifer confessed to Needy what happened and what she has to do to stay alive. She explained how people were now drawn to her like never before and she was alluring and confident and could heal from almost any wound. “Im like an xmen n shit” She’d said.

She went to hop out the window but before she did turned to Needy.

“I always told you Needy that your more important to me than any guy, lately I feel like you have been choosing Chip over me. You have to make that decision very wisely, cause if you dont then i wont put you above all the boys, ha and you know what I do to boys” she sounded sincere but quickly turn to threatening.

Needy felt responsible, she let her get in that van, she should’ve tackled her before letting her even talk to those creeps. She had nightmares about Jenn getting stabbed and about the missing boys getting torn apart. She thought this might be due to a psychic connection. She knew what Jenn was doing was wrong but she knew if Jenn didn’t she would fall apart like arial turning into sea foam. In a way she envied her new abilites she noticed the way chips eyes were always focused on Jenn.

Jennifer was right, Chip was like all the other stupid high school boys…

After the dance as Needy laid there covered in blood dirt, and pool water next to a dying chip sobbing, she heard him utter a single sentence.

“I love you..” her heart throbbing and she gasped for air still sobbing

“I love you t-“

“You Jennifer” he gagged on blood “its always..” Chip gasped “been you” he sighed his final breath and his head dropped from her hands. Needy froze from sobbing she froze from everything. Her open mouth sealing as she swallowed her tears and took her hands away from his face quickly, letting his head smack to the floor.

She was going to kill him but she couldn’t Jennifer had already. She was going to kill..

H E R.

LATER THAT NIGHT…

Crashing through her window box knife in hand screaming she leaped at Jennifer. As they tussled around the her bed fighting, Needy noticed how Jenn had gotten pale and her eyes had become red. Yanking her hair, the clump came out easily. They fought and gasped both tierd. While holding her neck choking Jennifer as Jenn held on to Needys choking her.. they looked in eachothers eyes both mornful, scared, angry, and loving all shown throughout their held gaze.

Needy felt the cold metal under her hot hands. Jennifers BFF necklace and with that she loosened her grip. Then so did Jennifer. Needy let go collapsing off of Jennifer onto her bed beside her. They both gasped.

“Heard what he said while I left. Bad time to say I was right?” She chuckled.

“Bite me.” Needy responded still angry.

Then slowly it occurred to her and as it did her so did it to Jennifer. They both turned their heads.

“You thinking what im thinking.” Jenn said tired.

“Fuck it, biffs (BFF’s) forever right.”

They rolled on there sides facing each other. Jennifer slowly moved towards her looking at Needy lovingly. She kissed her softly twice then kissed down to her neck. Her jaw opened with a roar and needy flinched hugging her scared as she bit Needy hard causing her to pass out.

When she woke up she saw moving trees through the window. She was in a car. She hissed noticing the sting of her headache and looked around she saw Jenn driving with a marked map circled in red sharped help up by the high school yearbook containing Jenns crossed out victims.

“You look cute when you sleep” Jennifer said.

“How long was I passed out?”

“You were dead for almost a day, just like me after I got stabbed by those low shoulder guys. More like low life guys heh. Kept some of those books after you returned them they said I had to bite hard enough to fully turn you, to kill you but not you know rip you apart. Also you weren’t a virgin so I knew it would work out but you had me worried. “

“I was dead..?”

“Deader than Colin after I left him looking like lasagna.”

“Where’d you get the car fro- Needy looked up to see blood splattered all of the passengers seat. It was Roman from the police academy who Jennifer used to be with. He was dead eyes staring to the floor pale cover in blood. Needys head turned in curiosity opening her mouth licking her lips.

“Knew youd be hungry got you a snack hope you dont mind I took a few bites wasnt feeling great, you took a lot out of me monistat.”

“He’s still warm if you want a bite, not very.. lively but I was thinking for dessert Low Shoulder, I think tonight might be their last show…” Jennifer said with a chuckle, smirking.

“Those low lives are gonna have the night of there lives.” Needy said smirking back at Jenn.

Needy’s jaw opened revealing sharp rows of teeth as she shrieked lunging into Romans cheek.

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-this was my first fanfic so thanks 4 reading and baring w me ima huge fan of Jennifers body and its a great movie and I like the ending but this is definitely something I would prefer. Evil Needy and Jenn getting revenge together as a demonic couple hell ya. I added some details from the real movie some were small though sorry abt some spelling errors and stuff. Id totally be down for a part 2 if anyone’s interested but idk its my first tumblr post!! :)

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Celestial toymaker x reader

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I sat outside the toyshop scrolling through my phone.you told your boyfriend that you head started to hurt so you went outside to get some air.he nodded his head and gave you a soft smile before going back to what he was doing.

He had become a lot less cautions of what you where doing he trusted you to fo out on your own. Well,it took a lot of persuading but you final was allowed to go out. Mostly to go to your house and get your things and he forced you to tell your parents that you where in a relationship and where moving in with your boyfriend.

You parents where so happy but also up set.it was so sudden,you where gone for weeks then suddenly you show up again with a boyfriend who you just ment. And you where already moving in with him.it worried you parents and they swiftly wanted to confront this man who seemed to be a bit older according to your words. You swayed them no too because you didn't want anything to happen to them. Knowing the toymaker would not be happy with them.

You just tried to keep him happy and it seemed to work.as you head rested on the red brick wall listening to cars driving past you and foot steps of people walking past-"hey,you lost?" You tilted your head up.the sun glaring down on your face as you raised a hand to cover your eyes to get a better look at this stranger. He was tall around 5,11 maybe hard to tell with blond short hair that had a sort of bounce to it along with loose baggy clothes. He reminded you of a golden retriever in the way he looked and how he smiled down at you.

"No thanks I am alright" you waved him off before looking back to your phone assuming he would just go away on his own after hearing your response or he would get the hint. "Are you sure?" He tilted his head and offered a hand to you "it's okay to ask for help.i am not going to bite" there it was again that same sweet smile. You eye brows raised as you ignored his hand slowly resting your hand on the floor to.push yourself up into both feet."like I said,I am okay I live round here" you rested your back against the wall hoping the now change in beight from you being on the floor to now standing up would make you seem less lost and confused. "Are you sure I have never seen you around" He asked as he sheepishly put his hand down to rest at his side. He had this sort of happiness to him that made he seem sweet but nervous at the same time when he talked to you.

"Ugh yeah,I just moved in" you Made a subtle gesture towards the small shops gentral direction."do you need someone to show you around?" He said as he shifted his weight onto opposing feet."um,no thanks I know the place quite well but that was sweet of you" He seemed to smile when you absentmindedly called him sweet. "Maybe we should go out sime time? I am free tonight if you wanna-" "no thanks I got a boyfriend" you where quick to cut him off nor wanting anything to do with this conversation anymore."then why where you leading me on like that,all you woman are the same" I gave my a disgusting look "exusme,I didn't lead you on" He got closer to me "yes you did come on just one date I can make you change your mind" I took a small shuffle to the side to try avoid being backed against the wall "yeah no,go away I am done talking to you" He reached out and grabbed my for arm "dont walk away from me" He started to rase his voice.

I gave him as hard look before tugging my arm out of his grip. It clearly surprised him as he went to grab my arm again but having to step back in surprise when someone stood right in between the two of us."is zis man bothering you ,Schatz" I looked up at the toymaker as ge grabbed my hand softly bring it up to his lips kissing it possibly trying to calm down. "Umm...." I glanced at the man that stood behind the toymaker feeling guilty for him "no,let's just go inside" you tugged his hand over to the shop leaving the man standing angry "hey the fuck! Are you her boyfriend! I could easily take you"

You turned over to the man with a smile "exuase me how about you leave us the fuck alone" you said with a sickly sweet smile. But your face dropped when the toymaker let go off your hand "vhy don't you go inside Mein Liebling I vont to have a vord with zis vyoung boy" you eyes locked with the toymaker knowing better then to argure I nodded my head and walked back into the shop. I heard the small bell shine as I sighed looking around,"fuck me this place is just so creepy sometimes" you rubbed the back of your neck and sighed as you hopped over the counter and went to pull over to door.

The second you do the toymaker was standing right there casuing you to stumble back "I vont think vats a very gnice ring to say you will hurts vere feeling" the toymaker said with a smiled as he held out a doll in his hands.it looked awfully like...."really did you have to? I mean,yes he did push his luck but-" I looked up into his eyes and the look he game me told that he was going me a warning. "Sorry" you casted my eyes to the floor as he lifted my eyes to look up at him."dont vou ever apologies Meine Liebe" he kissed your forhead and brung me into a tight hug,hand resting in your back and one on the back of your head pressing me into he rest as he wayed. Hiding you face from the world

[jeanstapleton]

How do you think Munch lived before? Where did he live? Where does he sleep? I wanted some details, because I'm trying to write some kind of fic and I'm not that good at it, what do you think? Where was he before Roy hired him? I wanted to write a fic without all the erotic stuff that part of the fandom does, I want something more serious, about his trajectory. So, I wanted some ideas: did he live by breaking into houses? Did he live on empty plots of land? What was he eating? What did he do on a daily basis? Where does he get cigarettes and so on? Sam said that the idea is that he doesn't carry things with him, because he's the kind of guy who when he needs to, grabs a gun, a cigarette and so on. Like the scene of him picking up the cigarette from the ground, what did he do before? What kind of jobs was he taking? Just kidnappings and murders? What do you imagine? Has he had other "Irma's"? Where did he break in and stay quietly in the person's house? Where did he sleep in the meantime? I would like some insights, I am grateful for your headcanons.

all great questions!! under the cut since my responses are kinda long:

so according to munch in the finale, he doesn't need to sleep. we can assume his curse has left him biologically frozen in time like a vampire. i think he was still able to rest & eat, but they dont actually serve any real purpose. he's not restored afterward nor would he suffer when deprived of those things. he closes his eyes, but he doesnt relax or dream. he eats, but it just disappears inside him. this makes it tricky to pinpoint why exactly he's a smoker, though. if i had to pull something out of my ass real quick, i'd say its an easy way to confirm his own existence, like how we can see our breath when its cold, or when we hold our hands close to fire. it becomes addicting to him in that sense, rather than his body needing nicotine itself. he wouldn't respond negatively to cigarettes at all, but because tobacco just generally stains anything it's in prolonged contact with, that explains why his teeth are so tarnished.

as for jobs, i genuinely think he was a drifter in every sense of the word. he has an innate need for creature comforts so i think his quests to find those things lead him to kill-or-be-killed situations. money is also a tricky topic bc idk what it'd mean to him apart from a sign that the completion of a job has been acknowledged & properly compensated. he didn't seem to care about roy's money once he acquired it. my guess is, in relation to your "irma" question as well, that he leaves money where it's most needed. he clearly gave some to her when she returned to the house with groceries.

munch might have acquired firearms by brazenly attacking organized crime circles or just stealing off of criminals. i think he'd be efficient & quick enough that the murders would just be reported as internal conflict.

i don't see him as a vigilante but i also don't think he'd just hurt people indiscriminately. he's had centuries for his hatred of the rich to fester, & he's very clearly disturbed by the deaths of innocents re: irma. i understand this is kind of a conundrum where dot is concerned, but again, it's represented through a cycle. munch maintains it by allowing himself to be employed by the powerful to secure that throwaway money. all he knows after being hired by the tillmans is that a rich man wants his wife back, whom he probably assumes is also rich, like bunny lebowski. it's only after he sees how hard dot fights back that he questions the nature of the job.

i think munch has had other "irma's", but not recently. i said this in a previous post, but i think every once in a while back in the day he'd stop by a rural family's home & offer to help them out for a bit in exchange for food & board, which he only took advantage of for a couple of days out of fear that his presence would somehow attract danger. again, this is less of a need to satisfy biological hunger & more about his hunger for companionship & family. losing that which he found in the indigenous tribes that invited him in left him very hesitant to seek it out anywhere else. fleeting moments are better than none at all. something else to dwell on is him assigning irma as his temporary "mama". from this we can infer 3 things:

he misses having a mom, & he wants someone to take care of him. obvious.

calling her his "mama" might be a way of apologizing for scaring her. awkward, yes. ineffective, yes. but the title suggests purity, hardship, and the respect owed to a mother who exhibits those things. another example of his innate connection to women.

he suggests it casually, showing he doesn't feel guilty for breaking in. this interested me for a bit since it makes him partly responsible for irma's death, but the more i thought about it, it makes sense because he is aware of his own power, power he wasn't employing to bully. in exchange for her charity, he promised to protect her. this made her death that much worse & undoubtedly stirred past trauma.

there's also the question of his sudden need for a mama. what about the dot job made him that lonely or scared? my theory is that the kin connection to dot was sparked during their "battle". he didn't know how to respond to it, especially considering this woman was briefly his victim. he figured he could seek an outlet somewhere else, but somewhere incedentally close to dot, in a house in the suburbs. his ability to "know people" must've told him that irma was not one of the suburbanites. she is ignored, her house is falling apart, etc. this is presumably why he didn't break into a more well-off house.

when he doesn't want to go through the trouble of bothering people, he'd most likely find uninhabited homes or buildings to squat in. the little hut in the beginning of episode 9 intrigued me, but nothing about it suggested it was owned by him. it might just be a shed used by ice fishers. it made me think of the one wrench & numbers used in s1 to keep warm.

as for what munch does in his spare time, there's nothing in the show to really drive me in one direction or another, so i like to think he reads. finding books without the use of a library is not uncommon (those little free libraries where ppl leave books for others to take). plus he can just steal & then leave them somewhere when he's done. i like to think reading is how he learned to speak english, even way back in his early years.

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Elaboration on why you think you already know why your face is hurting? If you're open to it

Bad teeth, horrid teeth, I kind of ramble. Heads up I briefly mention mental health stuff and child neglect but I dont really dive deep into it but you guys know I like to add warnings just in case

Saying this now, admin does not know any terms when it comes to tooth stuff or dentist stuff so take descriptions with a grain of salt + when future plans for my care were discussed it was while I was still all fuzzed out on the gas they give people sometimes <\3

Very likely I'll probably delete this since this is a bit of a touchy thing

Got my dad's small mouth/jaw and my moms fucky teeth- idk what or if theres something running genetically in the family but the afabs on my moms side have teeth there are very susceptible to rot. At one point it was so tight in my mouth that a tooth just. Started cracking?? Said tooth happened to also have a cavity soooooooo.... and it was one of my front teeth too so triple bummer...

Add in the fact that when the cavity first formed my parents werent. Really around.. so uh.. no dentist visit for YEARS until the tooth cracked further, brushing can only do so much in this case + horrid mental health made self care hard. Bed rotting is very real and its horrible- will get onto just how bad the tooth was in a sec

Didnt get taken to the dentist til I was 17 when the crack worsened. First trip had to get a tooth pulled because I had two and a half teeth crammed in one space. Baby tooth never came out. Now one of my adult teeth rests mostly under my tongue. But the tooth removal DID relieve some of the pressure on my lower jaw!! Yay!! Theres still a gap but it's a little smaller than it was before. Dreading my wisdom teeth

Anyways back to the fucked up cracked tooth. Details are fuzzed since this was about 2ish years ago and I was on that funky gas because anxiety + literally the first time I could consciously remember going to the dentist + body sometimes jerks so... yeah!

Anyways

Apparantly the nerve in that cracked front tooth was nearly exposed. Like there was just a thin layer of... tooth.. stuff.. in the way, according to the dentist you could easily see the nerve behind it?? How I wasn't in constant pain was beyond me because jesus fucking christ

Dental plan! Sealed the tooth/glued it together because the main reason I got taken to the dentist to get the damaged assessed was! Graduation photos were coming up very fast and my mom didnt want me to have a cracked fucked tooth in my photos, but she also didnt want to do anything that could make my face swollen

So cue a "we're gonna come up with a plan later, for now we're going to metaphorically and literally hold this tooth together with glue until it cant keep it together anymore!" Soooooo

Here we are!

Reason I think my tooth is the problem is because it's on the same side right above that tooth, though now that I sit here aggressively breathing in through my nose to try to pin point WHERE it hurts (because unfortunately its ine of those "general areas but not exact" things), it feels too high up to be the tooth.. I mean I'm not gonna rule it out because I know bodies are weird but

Yk

Idk I'll probably bring it up to my mom, I'm kind of on edge since I know mouth tooth stuff can escalate quick and cause some NASTY complications

At least my actual teeth dont hurt at all??

If not the teeth its likely a sinus infection, I have been having a fucked up nose (running and stuffy) though I've mostly been attributing that to the weather... shrugs.. guess we'll just have to see!

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Replying to your asks for asks. Forgive me if this is illegible.im drunk. Feel.free.to ignore it lolbut:

Cinder picked up a smoking habit since she was 13

(I couldnt resist doing this one)

Cinder sighed as the trash bag she carried out to the back of the hotel broke, spilling everything out next to her. Her hand instinctively went to her neck as she clutched the collar that she wore, already feeling the shock she’d receive on instinct. No matter how quickly she could clean it up, it wouldnt matter when she’d smell like the trash she was taking out, let alone hide the filth on her uniform before anyone saw her. 

Still, she got down onto her knees and pressed her hand against the tear in the bag, closing her eyes as she let her semblance heat the bag to melt it back together. It wasnt a strong hold, but she only needed it to hold long enough to stuff it once more and to make it to the dumpster. And as long as she was quick enough to avoid her step-sisters, the easier it’d be to wash her uniform without anyone knowing what happened. 

“Hey, kid. You look like you could use something to loosen up.” 

Cinder froze for a moment as she heard someone speak to her, keeping her eyes down as she spoke back, praying that this wasnt someone the madame sent to spy on her. “I-I’m fine. I dont need anything.” 

The man laughed and tossed a cigarette to her. “I can see it in your eyes that you’re lying to yourself about that.” 

Cinder hesitantly picked up the cigarette and looked over at the man, watching him light his own. She slowly moved her hand to the tip of the cigarette and used her semblance to light it, watching the smoke drift into the air. Her nose crinkled at the smell, practically making her gag at the thought of what she was about to do. Still, she put the cigarette to her lips, imitating the man that gave it to her hoping he was right and that it’d make her feel less stressed. 

The first inhale burned her throat, making her gag and cough, already feeling sick to her stomach. Whoever thought this was relaxing had to be wrong. But, she couldnt back down and continued to mimic the man, taking a deep puff from the cigarette, trying to hold back another cough and gag from the taste alone. 

“You’ll get used to it,” the man said as he started to walk off. “And in time, you might even have a taste for it.” 

Cinder scoffed and tossed the cigarette to the ground once the man was away and started to clean up the trash mess on the ground. A tingle went up her spine as she caught a glimpse of the madame through one of the windows and she moved herself out of sight to continue cleaning, already fearing what she’d think if she were to catch her like this. 

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Ten Years Later

Cinder snapped her fingers to create a flame at her fingertips and slowly moved her third cigarette for the day to the flame, watching as the smoke rose into the air. Her lips curled into a smile as she brought it to her lips, her nerves calming as she took a long drag from it. Smoke left her lips like it would from a dragon as she let out a slow breath in the cold, Atlas air. “Everything is going according to plan, dont you think?” 

“Do you really have to smoke now?” Emerald asked as she put her hands in her coat pockets, trying to keep from shivering. “We’re supposed to be meeting with Roman and smelling like smoke-” 

“I’ll be fine, Emerald.” Cinder lowered her cigarette and took a deep breath as she continued to walk, the cold not bothering her. She rolled the cigarette in her fingertips as she walked, her eyes loosely following the smoke as she used the half of the maiden powers she had to manipulate the air around her to keep the smoke from touching her. “This will be a quick in and out meeting and I want to make sure I’m calm before getting to him. He’s already a failure of a thief and I dont need him making any more mistakes that’ll irritate me.” 

“Then why continue to work with him? We have the White Fang in your hands, more than enough power to get others to work with us… why keep him?” 

“Because he’s useful to me.” 

“Useful how?” 

Cinder took another drag from her cigarette, dropping it to the ground once she was finished and stepping on it. “He has connections to a few groups in Mistral that will also prove quite useful. Even if they want him dead.” 

Emerald rolled her eyes with a scoff. “If its connections you want, then send Merc and I out and we can get you in with whoever you need. Once we show them what we can do-” 

“The two of you are to stay here with me.” Cinder pulled out another cigarette from the carton she carried in her jacket, frowning when she realized she was almost out, again. “Besides, not everyone is ready for the truth of what we’ll bring. So until Roman proves he’s no longer useful, I’ll keep using him to keep everyone else in line.” 

“And if he cant?” 

Cinder paused for a moment, lighting her cigarette with a puff of fire from mouth at the mere thought of Roman failing. “Then I’ll make sure he knows his place.”