#i think i heard abt this movie before but i don’t think i knew it was w him or the details abt it…..unreal tho

[lesbianlenas]

u know i just had an article pop up abt a movie w martin freeman & jenna ortega where they are in a teacher/student relationship and the article was martin freeman being like ppl shouldn’t complain abt the age gap it’s fine and he is 52 and she is 21 (31 yr gap) and the movie depicts a clearly toxic dynamic given the power imbalance between a teacher and student as well as between a young girl and a well over middle aged man and so many of the comments were like who cares abt age gaps?? and if the genders were reversed no one would care!!! and there are so many things that bother me abt this situation but i dont see how ppl cannot see the inherent predatory nature of a relationship like that between someone who has been an adult for 3 yrs vs someone who has been an adult for 34 yrs. and i don’t just mean the movie i think everyone excluding jenna involved in that movie is sick. how is martin freeman personally comfortable kissing and i’m assuming having sex scenes w since the movie was R rated (checked and there is at least a scene where they undress while making out presumably to have sex after) w a girl that is so much younger than him? like yeah of course he doesn’t see the issue if he was ok taking the role in the first place. and i feel so bad for jenna bc i feel like no one is looking out for her if they are putting her in movies like this. she is not an up and coming actress who needed to take this role (which would have been just as bad btw) she could have simply not been in this movie. no one is protecting her from these types of roles and that is so sad tbh. there is also just no need for these types of movies like what is the point? there is nothing to it besides normalizing these age gaps that are predatory to young women and girls and feeding into male fantasies of having sex w a girl barely overage when they are 30 yrs older than them. AND it encourages men to harass young women under the impression that they will find them attractive no matter how much ppl insist it won’t bc the male ego is stronger than anything in this world. they can pretend all they want oh it’s fine bc she’s an adult! but a girl being just above the age of legal adulthood does not make her being in a relationship w man 30 yrs older than her not predatory. and if the movie is not abt how disgusting it is (it isn’t) then there is no need to be making the movie. i think martin freeman should be taken out back for being in this movie on god. disgusting! also just ftr if the genders were reversed ppl WOULD care actually. esp bc there is no young woman to sexualize. hate that argument more than anything.

[abbyromanoff]

can i request little reader and mommy wanda, and they go to a park and little misbehaves and acts like a brat and gets a punishment for being a brat (this is the longest red light ever)

…HATE ME?

PAIRINGS: Wanda Maximoff x reader

WORD COUNT: 1065

WARNINGS: angst, little reader, mommy!Wanda, silent treatments, Wanda feels down because of R, R also feels down bc of Wanda, not spell checked tbh, think that’s abt it :)

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

Your lip jittered as you whimpered, your pleads going silenced to the older woman. She sat on the couch with a book in her hands, her reading glasses perched on her nose as she flipped each page without digesting it entirely, but you didn’t need to know that.

“Mommy, ‘m sorry!” You felt tears pooling at your eyes and huddled your stuffie closer to your chest before rushing upstairs to your room. You closed the door behind you and removed every blanket and pillow from her side of the bed before placing your stuffed animals in the now unoccupied area. It was a rule of hers to not have toys on the bed, and if you did, it was only one or two that you slept with alongside her. Other than that, they were saved for play time only.

You huffed angrily and closed your eyes, intending on falling asleep until that came to a short fail. You couldn’t stop recalling the previous activities that led to this moment that had guilt gnawing at your heart.

“Baby, not today, okay? It’s too chilly for ice cream right now, and you’re already freezing!” She exclaimed her words with a rub to your arms that filled with goosebumps from the chilled wind. You glared at her after your pleading eyes did not work the way you wished, and she exaggerated a pout in return.

“That’s not fair! I wan’ ice cream!” Your hands balled into fists and your nostrils flared, your angered expression making Wanda audibly aww.

“My little cutie! Why don’t we just head home, lay down, watch a movie.” She dragged out, hoping it would bring back your excitement and tempt you into giving up.

“No, I don’ wanna go home until I have ice cream!” She sighed, annoyed that her suggestion did not work and you were still upset.

“Look, I said no ice cream, alright? Just be a good girl and listen to mommy, yeah?” She knew you always fell for the title, but there was something so strong about this truck that was now leaving that had it blanking your mind.

“No fair! I hate you, mommy!” You saw her facial expressions shift as her eyes widened with slight red behind them. You felt the hand that had been holding your wrist tighten, and her head titled to the side menacingly.

“You want to repeat that word for me?” You had come to realize your mistake and cowered down, gulping as you struggled to form a coherent sentence or thought.

“I…I didn’ mean it-“

“You didn’t mean it? So you didn’t mean to say you oh so proudly just how much you hate me? You said it, didn’t you? Fucking shit,” She mumbled the curses under her breath. “And here I thought I had trained my little girl well.”

“No, you did, mommy! I swear, you did! I didn’t mean to say it, I really, really didn’t.” She shook her head disapprovingly, guiding you to the car quickly as you struggled to follow behind her.

“Hurts, mommy.” You mumbled in hopes she’d listen, but that came to a quick end when you were pushed into the backseat.

“I’m sorry, mommy, I really didn’t mean it.” She ignored you the rest of the ride, her fingers tapping on the steering wheel and slightly filling the tense silence. You knew you were done for when you got home.

You heard the door close behind the woman as you refused to turn and look at her, knowing deep down it was all you wished for. You squeezed your eyes even tighter and pretended to be asleep, although Wanda knew you weren’t. She walked to the closet and sorted through a selection of clothes aimlessly.

“Mommy?” You eventually gave in, and Wanda did not turn to look in your direction.

“Please stop ignoring me! It’s hurtin’ my feelings,” You chewed your lip and rubbed your legs together for the warmth she did not supply.

“Oh, it hurts your feelings?” She asked, and that was the first time she had spoken in what felt like years. You sat up now, bringing your knees to your chest and wrapping your arms around them.

“Mhm.”

“Because it really hurt mommy’s feelings when you said you hated her, but that doesn’t matter?” You looked down in shame and she hummed, now stepping out of the small room and walking closer to your proximity.

“Now, I know you were upset that you weren’t getting what you wanted, but that gives you absolutely no right to be mean and say such horrible things to mommy.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” You spoke lowly, your voice full of shame. She crossed her arms over her chest and placed a knee on the bed that was filled with your toys, but she didn’t seem to notice or care at the moment.

“I know you are, but that doesn’t change what you did.” You shook your head in agreement with her words.

“I- I was upset and I really wanted ice cream but I was really, really mean to mommy and I didn’t mean to, and ‘m really, really, really sorry.” She didn’t respond and you worried she didn’t forgive you. You were about to plead her once more before she stood and began walking to your side of the bed where you sat so anguished. She then placed herself in front of you and put her hands on your knees before leaning in to place a kiss on your forehead.

“I know you are, baby.”

“You forgive me?”

“Not exactly, but I’m not mad at you anymore.” A smile began to grow on your face and she pinched your cheeks at the sight.

“Does that mean you won’ ignore me now?”

“I won’t ignore you anymore, my love.”

“And does that mean we can have ice crea-“

“Woah, woah, woah, I think we’re getting a bit too far now.” You giggled and she followed before scooting your stuffies to the side and making space for her own body to fit. She pulled you in closer and placed a kiss on your lips this time, sighing into it as she wrapped her arm around your body. She knew you could never hate her, and she knew she could never hate moments like this even if it meant she had to live out what led to it.

[dizscreams]

Jack Champion Drabble! 🥳

Pairing: Jack Champion x gn!actor!reader

Summary: You and Jack are at an interview for Avatar and it’s rlly obvious how much you like each otherrr. FLUFF

A/N: Just smth i thought abt lmao it’s super random but it’s cute nonetheless! enjoy, lovelies :)

“Hi, I’m Jack Champion and I play Spider.”

“Hello, I am y/n and I play Ivy.”

You both had a bright smile on your faces as you introduced yourselves. While doing interviews could be exhausting you were glad to be with Jack, you two had gotten closer since working and basically growing up on the set of Avatar together.

“Perfect! So, y/n I’ll start with you. You were great in this film, uh what can you tell me about how you got into Avatar and the first time you remember watching it?”

You slightly nod and smile gently before answering, “Thank you! Um I guess it was like years ago now” you laugh “I think I was like 7. I used to love Avatar-“

“Used to?” Jack cuts you off with a goofy smile “you don’t love it anymore?!”

The interviewer laughs as you slightly nudge Jack from where you were sitting. “If you would let me finish! I used to love Avatar and still do, but I’d watch it every day and then I heard about auditions and I think I auditioned when I was 12 or something like that- but yeah. I just knew I wanted to be a part of this franchise.” You made eye contact with the interviewer as you spoke confidently.

Jack admired you while you talked, he didn’t understand how you could talk so perfectly off the top of your head. He didn’t understand how you could be so pretty either, he’s had a crush on you for years now but didn’t want to ruin or make anything awkward between the two of you. He liked your dynamic as it was and he didn’t think you felt the same.

“Jack?” Snapping his head in the direction of the voice, it was the interviewer. “Oh sorry, yeah?” You slightly chuckled and he looked at you with a shy smile. The interviewer kindly re-asked the question, “I was wondering about you and y/n. The two of you seem to have gotten really close, how would you describe your relationship?” If you squinted you could see the slight smirk on the interviewers face.

“Oh man, umm” he bounced his leg up and down and thought about how to answer this without anything being taken out of context by the fans or have some crazy rumor start. You smiled as you watched the gears in his head turn. He always looked so cute when he thought about what to say, but you could tell how nervous he was. You gently patted his thigh and he looked at you, you leaned in and whispered in his ear, “You don’t have to answer it, you know?”

He smiled and shook his head, telling you he was fine. He looked back at the interviewer, “I’d say I’d describe our relationship as a once in a lifetime experience. It’s not every day you meet someone who has exactly the same interests as you or you click with instantly and I think that’s how it is for us. We just get and understand each other on a level I’ve never really had with another person and I think, I think that working on this movie together really helped that. I think our relationship is something really special-” He realized he was rambling and talking with his hands and suddenly got embarrassed. “and yeah” he said with a nervous chuckle as he put his hands to his sides.

The interviewer awed and you looked at him with slightly wide eyes that held nothing but love. What Jack wasn’t aware of is that you had a crush on him as well. If you were being honest, sometimes it annoyed you at how oblivious he was.

You couldn’t help the grin that adorned your face and you felt your face get a little hot. You could tell he really meant what he said, that’s what you loved about him. He was so sweet and kind without even trying.

He noticed your smile and looked away getting nervous again, the entire interview ended up being you and Jack looking at each other than looking away with giddy smiles. Jack thought he was being subtle until he looked at the YouTube comments about a week later.

“they are so cute!”

“are they dating?? I’m genuinely confused??”

“AWW THE WAY HE LOOKS AT HER”

“new ship unlocked”

He shook his head with a laugh and put his phone down on his stomach. He was lying back on his bed and he covered his face with his hands. There was no way you didn’t know now or maybe you really didn’t feel the same. He had gotten hopeful at the end of the interview when you asked him to go out for lunch but to his dismay nothing happened. What he wasn’t aware of was that you were going to ask him to be your boyfriend but chickened out.

He felt his phone vibrate, signaling he had gotten a notification. Looking down at his phone a grin took over as he read the text from you.

You sent a screenshot of the comments on the YouTube video and said “I think they know we like each other. What do you say we go out on a date?” Just as he was about to respond with a yes, you sent another text. “More than friends if that wasn’t obvious. You’re so oblivious it’s sad tbh 😬”

He laughed and decided to call you.

“You’re a jerk but yes, I’d love to.”

“Great, it’s a date! I’ll send you the info. I’ve got to go, byeee”

“Byeee!”

When you hung up you almost threw your phone as you jumped up and down. You hugged the friend you were with and told them all about it.

Jack had jumped out of his bed and ran to tell his mom.

lowkeyyyy sucks but my boy needs more fics of him! 🫶🫶🫶

tags: @beary-rambles @wekiamo @ashlesys-blog @dizzyscreams

[icejjfishesz]

004. ༺BUT WITH EASE༻∘

a/n: OH MY GOD i feel so awkward abt this chapter lmaooo...probably gonna delete later. probably offensive.

summary: after getting unexpectedly left by your roommate, you find yourself in need of a replacement.

contents: reader is (still) down bad. paige pining after an ex situationship. kinda angsty. smut (oh lord).

previous. next. masterlist.

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paige was being weird. and maybe you didn’t know her well enough to decipher that with certainty but you just knew. she didn’t knock on your door to beg for some of your snacks or inform you she was going to shower or to ask if you wanted to watch a movie with her anymore. she didn’t tell you goodmorning or goodnight…she didn’t tell you much of anything, really. in other words, paige was being fucking weird. 

it probably definitely shouldn’t bother you. after all, she’s your roommate and she has that thing with olivia. but it’s fucking killing you. slowly, from the inside out. 

TO: SEAN

i think my roommate hates me idk

FROM: SEAN

The sexy roommate that you want so bad? 

TO: SEAN

SHUT UP

her name is paige

FROM: SEAN

I know

The basketball player

Why does Paige hate us?

TO: SEAN

idfk

she’s just being weird

FROM: SEAN

Maybe you’re being weird…

Always staring at her and shit

She’s probably terrified for her life😬

TO: SEAN

u r a really bad person

FROM: SEAN

Remind me why you can’t just flirt with her again?

TO: SEAN

cause she’s dating someone

kind of

they’re weird

FROM: SEAN

So they’re weird

She’s weird

But you still want her?

TO: SEAN

real bad

FROM: SEAN

Oh lord

How serious is she with the girl she’s dating(?)?

you start to type a message back and then you see her. 

in a sports bra and shorts.

damn. 

you try not to stare at her perfectly lean stomach or her toned legs or her back or –– you’re staring. the moment you realize it you’re looking down at your blanket, pulling at the loose strings.

should you say something? would it be awkward to say something…? it’s awkward saying nothing though. before you had enough time to change your mind you cleared your throat and whispered. “hey…”

if the house wasn’t so silent she might not have even heard you.

“hi.” she muttered in response, back and shoulders tensing, doing nothing to soothe your nerves.

weird. weird. weird.

“um, i’m watching a movie…” you clear your throat, trying not to be obviously nervous. “do you wanna watch?”

paige turns around, sighing and shoulders relaxing. “why not?” she shuffles over next to you, plopping down on the couch. she smells fucking good. she sits close enough so that your arms and legs are touching, she doesn’t move for distance and neither do you.

you look over at her, noticing the way her eyes are glued to the screen. “are…are you okay?”

“i’m fine.”

“you sure? cause you’ve been acting off the past week…”

“it’s nothing…” she dismisses again. this time, you don’t push for more information, deciding that no matter how unbelievable they may be, you’d take her words at face value.

you nod and the two of you watch the movie in silence for about twenty more minutes before paige asks a question that makes you heart stop beating for a moment.

“how many girls have you been with?”

you immediately look over at her only to find her eyes trained directly on you. your eyes flutter a few times, as if trying to blink away the question. “...what?”

“sorry…that’s probably inappropriate to ask but i guess i’m just curious.” she looks ashamed and turns back over to watch the movie as her face turns red. 

“five.” you mumble after a few seconds.

she looks at you again, silently. you feel like all the breath is getting sucked out of your lungs a little more every second she doesn’t say anything. 

“olivia ended things with me. for real this time.” paige whispers like it’s a secret only meant for you to hear. you aren’t exactly sure why she’s telling you this…and you definitely aren’t sure why that makes you feel a bit giddy.

“oh…i’m ––– ” ecstatic. “sorry. that must suck. i know you said you didn’t love her but i’m sure you care about her deeply regardless.”

“i did.” past tense. eye contact. that slow, sultry voice. you feel like you’re drowning in her.

you remain silent, not sure of why her words bring you so much pause. 

“you wanna know why she ended things with me?” she moved fucking closer. her hand brushing up against your thigh and that causes the rational part of your brain –– the part that would tell you things like ‘no it’s too soon’, ‘she just ended things with olivia’, and ‘this isn’t how you wanted this to happen’ –– to shut off completely, only leaving you shuttering and nodding.

“cause she thinks i’m attracted to you.”

oh.

paige slowly trails her hand down to rest on your knee and you’ve never felt so stiff. “she isn’t wrong.”

there she goes with that warm, tempting and inviting voice again. before you even have time to react, she kisses you. you go from surprised to melting within seconds. it’s so natural pathetic how quickly you open your lips so her tongue can sweep in and steal what small fraction of sanity you had left. you couldn’t help it –– you actually moaned into her mouth as one of her hands slid down your body, gripping your waist just enough to pull you to her. both your hands come up and grab onto her shoulders so that you don’t sag to the ground from the pure intensity of it all. this is not the kiss you wanted…but you’ve pined after her for long enough that you forget to care. that’s a problem for future you. 

she pushed you down, separating her lips from yours so that she could position herself above you. you stretched your thighs to make room for her. you blink and clear you throat. “wait…wait –– ”

she immediately pulls away and stares at you. 

“this isn’t a good idea…you just got out of a relationship.”

“it wasn’t technically a relationship.”

paige mutters defensively and you have to physically restrain your eyes from rolling. “you know what i mean.”

“i want you.” she whispers, leaning back into you, hovering her lips over yours and it’s pure temptation. “i’ve wanted you ever since i moved in here…now i don’t have to feel guilty about it…”

“i know you want me too. i’ve seen how you stare at me…just let me have you.” she practically whimpers and you shudder. “it won’t change anything…”

you can’t help but think of all the reasons why saying yes would be a bad idea…you think of every bad reason and then some and ignore them all. “okay…” 

she smirked, wasting no time to rid you of your shirt, sucking in a deep breath when she sees you’re not wearing a bra. for a moment…she just stared. it made you feel awkward enough that you reached up to cover your face, she immediately pulled your hands away from your face, giving you a stern look.

“don’t do that.” she huffs. “lemme see you.”

when you nod, she cups your tits and kisses you again. when you tug at your pants, tossing them somewhere to the floor, she pulls back to stare at you again. 

“you’re so beautiful…” she whispers softly, she trails her hand down to your underwear, groaning at how soft and warm and wet you were. she reaches her hand inside and you gasp at the feeling of her fingers brushing against you. your whole body tenses.

she starts off so slow, so gentle. “harder. please.”

paige snickers at your politeness. “well, since you said please.” she teases and you roll your eyes.

“shut up––” your words are cut off by a moan when she applies more pressure to your clit. 

she laughs again and smirks triumphantly. “you were saying?”

“you’re awful…” you moan. “i...hate you.”

“yeah? your body’s telling me something different, baby.” baby. you moan again. “look at how wet you are, how your legs are shaking…the way you’re moaning for me. you do all this for someone you hate?”

you don’t respond. you can’t. cause she’s speeding up, increasing the pressure. it’s not enough too much. “don’t stop.” and you’re so embarrassed at how quickly she’s gonna get there but you can’t do anything except keep moaning as orgasm washes over you.

she rides it out for you, slowly pulling her hand out of your pants as you try and catch your breath. afterwards you reach for her shorts and shimmy her out of them. this time, she freezes. 

“you okay?” you pant, chest heaving from the afterglow. “is it too much?”

“no, no it’s not that it’s just –– i, uh…olivia didn’t really like to give, i guess?”

you look at her in disbelief. “wait…like, never?”

paige shakes her head and you bite you lip. “well that’s a fucking shame…you gonna let me rectify that?”

she swallows thickly and nods. you guide her to lay back, once her back is against the couch she lets you take off her underwear and she slowly spreads her legs. she’s so wet. it shocks you for a second. 

“don’t start.” she rolls her eyes when you smirk up at her after you get a good look at the evidence of her arousal. “do i need to remind you how –– ”

you lick a long stripe from her entrance and she immediately stops talking. “oh, so that’s how i shut you up…” you tease but she’s too distracted to respond.

you continue your movement, only stopping to suck her clit which causes her to shift away from your mouth on reflex but you’re persistent, keeping your mouth on her despite all your movements. 

she’s moaning, a mixture of your name and pleas and the sounds she makes are addicting. you don’t stop until she’s trembling, physically pulling you away. you lick your lips and she shuts her eyes, trying to catch her breath.

“come here…” paige whispers and you obey immediately, she kisses you –– sloppy and tired and then she wraps her arms around your frame.

she’s so warm and intoxicating, and you try not to let yourself think of the consequences this would have. Especially not when she falls asleep clinging onto you. you allow your eyes to shut with a silent, daunting acknowledgement…this would change everything.

[justkennadi]

Dating Wade ripple as an Earth person 💙💚🤎

Notes: Yes ik he is water but still😭 honestly i think it’s more abt his personality i like. Anyways this is a mini series i’m doing rq while it’s still all fresh. If someone already did it i’m sorry😭 i don’t see anything so i guess just let me know but this was honestly my idea the only inspo i used was pinterest and the movie itself. We didn’t get much info abt earth ppl from the movie or anything ignoring clod so imma make up stuff. (i had this in my draft for a month so imma just drop these cause i’m too busy for anything else rn 💀)

Content: Wade ripple x fem!Earth person, all fluff

- You met Wade on day while watering your garden. You had mostly flowers and sold them as a hobby. You often stayed to yourself but one day you heard someone sniffling behind you…

- You see a crying water man in a yellow shirt and before you say anything he goes, “This is just the most *sniff* beautiful garden i’ve ever seen!!”

-You kinda freak out seeing him cry, you knew water people were emotional but he takes the cake.

- You invite him into your yard for a tour and even gave him a flower take with him.

-From that day forward he visited you everyday before and after his shift as a City inspector.

- One day you asked to go to a botanical garden. He agreed but, of course, cried since this would be his first date ever.

- You wore a nice dress (as shown in the pic above or whatevr u want ofc) and he teared up. “You are just sooo beautiful!!”

- After looking around a bit you wanted to try hold and hold his hand.

- “I wanna try!”

- “Are you sure? I guess so..”

- Wade would gently grab your hand and nothing really happened. Your hand would just get a little damp and occasionally a tint flower would bloom from your hand.

-Wade is very touchy feely so after this he’s all over you

- He hugs you every hour of the day just about!

- He invited you over to see his family after a month of dating. Everyone admired how pretty you looked and how the flowers in your hair were so beautiful.

- You even witnessed “the crying game” which was honestly so funny.

- Once it got to you and wade he got you by saying he loves you! You never cried before but a single tear fell from your eye and it was honestly so sweet.

- Wade would help you water your garden by crying sometimes.

- Wade listens to you talk about how you feel and offers the best advice he can despite being a water element and not earth.

- You two once played in a mud puddle after a rainy day and it was amazing. Wade had turned slightly brown and you were damp but it was the best fun you’ve ever had tbh

- In the end you and him complimented each other greatly and you both couldn’t be happier.

[chrissidepiece]

Best freinds

Paring - Reader and bsf!Matt

fluff 💕 Matt Y/n

Me and Matt have been close we flirt a lot all the time but I think I’m staring to catch feeling for him

Suddenly matt bursts through the door yelling my name

Y/n! Oh, can I see?

I closed my journal giving Matt a stare he looked at me and pouted

in the front of my head I thought something’s wrong with my best freind but in the deepest corner of my mind I thought about how cute he looked.

Hello? Earth to y/n? What are you dreaming about how handsome I am he said sarcasticly and I looked at him and sighed before sitting next to him and putting my journal on the top shelf above my bed.

What do you want you big baby I said chuckling to myself he looked at me as if he was flustered, I hope he’d had knew I was joking I mean some part of me wanted to call him baby without having to say “I’m just joking!”

Matt stared at me as if I was an alien kid what’s wrong with you? He opened his mouth and said awh im your baby? He said as if he was happy of course I knew he was joking but I wish he wasn’t.

Matt what do you want dude I was busy writing.

So rude but I wanted to ask if you wanted to watch me play some fort with chris I looked and him and said why not? He grabbed my hand as he led me to his room,

he held my hand? Wait what.. maybe it was just a friendly gesture me and matt sat down next to each other he was still holding my hand I let go even though I really didn’t want to.

What’s wrong you been acting weird since I saw you writing in your journal. I looked at my phone it buzzed, it was a text from nick

Did you tell Matt abt how u feel?

I hope Matt didn’t see what his brother had texted me he looked at my face, who texted you? Oh it’s nothing

Oh okay he blew a kiss and I caught it before sitting next to him watching him play fort with his brother we took turns it’s been about 5 hours and I got bored

I decided I should text nick back

You almost blew my cover!

Not my fault you won’t man up and tell him how u feel.

I’ll tell him today

Okay girl he’s your best freind he won’t leave you

Okay love you

Love you too girl

Matt I’m tired can we go to sleep? He looked at me and nodded his head yes he told his brothers he was tired and was gonna log off I turned my head toward him wanna go to my room? I suggest since we spent basically all day in his room yeah I’m tired too I want to watch a new movie with you

I layed on my bed and looked at Matt in his grey sweats I looked at him and stumbled on my words cause of how those sweat makes him look so.. never mind.. Matt can you turn around so I can change?

Why can’t I see a pretty girl get dressed? I scoffed rolled my eyes and walked up to him, you’ll get to see this pretty girl some other time.

Is this a promise? Yes now turn around! I say slightly yelling at him I took my shirt off and felt the breeze hit my chest I rummaged around my wardrobe in hopes to find something comfortable and I didn’t in result I turned around and faced Matt’s back.

Matt take off your shirt I said in a clear voice he turned around looked at me up and down and with no hesitation and said yes ma’am I took his shirt and put it on, I keep my promises I said with a almost snarky remark he looked at me and said can you make another promise then? I looked at him and pushed his forehead softly you’ve seen enough for one night.

Fine he says in a tone

I looked at Matt on in his grey sweats and I could swear I saw a bulge in his sweats I mean it wasn’t that hard to miss I decided to tease him

I see someone’s excited about seeing pretty ol me?

He looked down and covered his boner he walked out the room and a fuck you could be heard outside of my door, I rolled my eyes before laying down drifting to sleep

He walked back through the door without a Boner and jumped on my bed causing my journal to fall and open on a page

January 1 2024

I think I’m Inlove with Matt, I mean he’s my best freind he cute and well he’s just the sweetest person ever, I don’t want to tell him because well maybe he’ll think I’m a weirdo because I like him and the flirting that happens between us is really not helping my thoughts.

He scanned through the journal and slammed it shut acting as if he didn’t read my journal I knew I was fucked but instead he handed me my journal and layed down next me and gave me a kiss on the forehead

I don’t think your weird for liking me cause I flirt with you on purpose. I smiled at him talking about me so nicely I rubbed my thumb on his cheek and gave him a soft kiss on his plump and soft lips

Y/n?

Yes? A few moments passed before he looked at me and said I think I’m Inlove with you too.. will you be my pretty girl? I looked at him and kissed him before letting go of his soft lips and saying yes I’ll be your pretty girl I love you

Matt?

Yes?

Can we go to sleep I’m tired. He opened his arms and I crawled on him before I heard a low I love you come from his mouth I kissed his chest and said I love you too.

THE ENDDDD HOW DID I DO? Also here any master list :) masterlist

[planetpiastri]

hi!! happy vday celebrations <3 💝 could u do #21 from the are we friends or more list for bob? ik everyone makes fun of him and he doesn't care all that much but i wonder how he would react if he heard of/saw someone defending him

hi anon!! i thought long and hard abt how best to do this and eventually decided on this after rewatching the movie hehe<33 hope u enjoy! | [wc - 0.9k]

The Hard Deck was loud, but not overly loud; the bar-goers were tipsy, but not sloppy drunk; conversation flowed freely, but not into the realm of oversharing; people were good at pool, but not great. And you were here with your coworkers, having a lovely evening.

You stood with Coyote against the wall, both of you sipping a beer and chatting about the day’s training. Phoenix was kicking Hangman’s ass at darts, which was oddly satisfying, and Fanboy, Bob, and Payback were playing a three-way version of eight ball. It was a night like any others. Rooster hadn’t arrived yet, but you knew he would soon, and he’d rally the bar around the piano and bring up the energy.

There was nothing unique about this night.

“You sure you don’t want to join us?” Fanboy asked, holding his cue out towards you.

Across the table, Bob’s eyes flickered towards you before dropping away again. He was sure you’d noticed anyway. No one ever noticed him the way you did. No one ever really noticed him, period. But then you’d showed up, and seemed to notice everything about him. He liked it, but it scared him, too.

Fondness and fear went hand in hand when it came to most of his feelings for you.

“I’m okay,” you said, waving Fanboy away. “We’re busy keeping score. Right, Javy?”

“Right,” said Coyote with a sharp nod, half-smiling.

“Alright,” said Payback. “Who’s winning, then?”

“Bob,” you said without missing a beat. You locked eyes with him briefly and he was sure that everyone could see the red flare in his cheeks before he glanced down.

“You guys obviously aren’t paying attention,” Payback scoffed, exchanging a glance with Fanboy and shaking his head before turning back to the game, leaning over the table to take his next shot.

Bob stepped back to chalk his cue, glancing sideways at you and Coyote when he thought you weren’t looking. You looked so comfortable, so at ease here with everybody. He was honestly jealous. You melded with the group in a way he’d never been able to, and you’d been here half as long. Everyone was drawn to you, Bob included. He knew he wasn’t the only one infatuated by your quick wit and earnest heart; Hangman especially had made his interest clear. But you’d never offered any of your coworkers anything in return.

Why did he think it’d be any different with him?

He puffed his cheeks up and exhaled, shaking himself and realizing that he’d over-chalking his cue. Tapping it against the table, he came around the far side, grateful to turn his back on you but nervous at the idea of you watching him bend over to line up his shot.

At that moment, however, the darts game apparently wrapped up, because Hangman and Phoenix came back to join the group. And as Bob leaned over the table, Hangman said loudly, “How’s there only three playing? Here, I’ll join a team.”

The cue was pulled from Bob’s hands, interrupting his shot. Hangman bumped him with his hip, leaning over and pocketing the ball that Bob had been eyeing. Bob shuffled backwards, invisible once again.

There was nothing unique about this night.

“Hey!”

Bob’s head snapped up. The casual conversation around the table faltered. Even Hangman, who’d been smirking and making some snarky remark at Phoenix, seemed to freeze. Because you’d pushed off the wall, and your normally relaxed posture had straightened into a harsh, tense line.

Hangman glanced sideways at Phoenix, who was looking like Christmas had come early. “Hey?” he said.

“Go get your own cue, Hangman,” you snapped, yanking it out of his hands. “They’re literally all over the walls. It would take you two seconds.”

Slowly, Bob realized what was happening. Hangman seemed to recognize at the same time, because his eyes slid from you to Bob, growing wide. “Seriously?” he said.

You moved the cue to one hand, using the other to wave Hangman off. “Go on, shoo! Get your own if you want to play so bad.” Then you turned and walked over to where Bob was standing with his back pressed to the wall, half hoping it would open and swallow him so everyone would stop staring.

But he kind of liked when you stared at him. Like the way you stared at him now.

You held out the cue. “This is yours, I think.”

“Thanks.” He took it, and his fingers brushed yours, sending a shiver up his arm. “You didn’t need to—I mean, he always—it’s not a—”

“I know that he does it all the time,” you said. “I just think he needs somebody to stand up to him sometimes. He pushes you around too much. They all do.”

He was positive you could see his blush. “Oh,” he said. “Um—thanks. For…yeah. Thank you.” He scratched nervously at the back of his neck. “Can I buy you a…beer or something? As thanks?”

You beamed at him, and he was worried everyone would be able to hear the way his heart started to pound. “One second,” you said. You walked back over to Coyote, who was holding your beer, and took it from him. As Bob watched, you drained the last few gulps of beer from the bottle before turning and walking back over to him with a shy smile.

“Now you can buy me a drink,” you said.

[whateveryouiguess]

four letter word.

Miguel O’ Hara x Reader, 1k+ words

Warnings: None i don’t think, mentions of Miguel’s comic origin along w his movie lore, she/her pronouns r used in this one, mostly sentimental ramblings abt everyone’s favorite problematic bb girl, improper punctuation and capitalization bc i’m a poet and i simply cant be bothered LMAOOO. lmk whatcha think :)

last night, miguel told her he hated her.

at least, that’s how he heard it. with her hand in his hair and his head nestled between the ridges of her collarbone and the crook of her neck, his eyes closed as every bit of the days worries seemed to float away, just as they always did when he was in her arms. craning his neck up to see the edge of her face backlit by the lamp light, the gentle contours of her face illuminated like a Rembrandt painting. the crest of dawn was creeping, seeping through the cracks in the windowsill, the green blue sky still freckled with stars as the world stay asleep. universes laid to rest in their cozy beds, minds at ease, all shrouded in blankets and carpeted by dreams: all but him. he never slept very much anyway; if there wasn’t a pressing mission keeping him awake, it was the ghosts that waited for him behind his eyes.

the compilation of all his hardest, worst moments, playing on a loop in the empty theatre of his hippocampus. the icy sensation of a rapture high, the white hot pain of withdrawal. the strands of spider dna that launched a foot race through him as he injected himself with nothing but a hope and a prayer. the stretching of his jaw, the razor sharp fangs that grew onto his incisors, the indicators that he would forever be other. though the coercive whispers of his addiction had grown quiet, the blood curdling screams of his wife and child still echoed through him, day by day, night by night, every hour on the hour. it was years before he could look at happy families without the urge to scratch at his leg with one of his talons. that should’ve been us. that would’ve been us if I hadn’t fucked it up so badly. he’d learned to let the ghosts just float by, a technique begrudgingly introduced into his life once it was recommended by jess, practically his therapist (and a mind reader, as he hadn’t once asked for her help). part of him—a stupid, naive, part—hoped that they would never truly go away. in his mind, in the absence of them, it was as though their screams were close enough to their laughter that he could pretend he still heard them, that when he rose from his bedroom each morning, he would still find them laughing and carrying on as they made sunday breakfast, or that when he woke up to an empty house, there they would be, playing in the soil and pruning the rose bushes out back, but at the end of the day, he knew they wouldn’t be. there was no stove for them to warm tortillas on for breakfast tacos. and there was no garden of roses to prune on the cold, lawn-less patio of his high rise apartment. it was just him and his grief.

but miguel didn’t believe in that “five stages” bullshit. just another myth of psychology constructed by scientists to put the suffering at ease, he thought. to give them a timeline of their hurting, to provide them not with a date or location of when, but a clear indicator that the dust of hurting would one day settle, and that the war inside their head would one day be over. he thought they’d figured that was a good enough bandage for the gash of death. but no one talks about the scar that comes once that gash is healed. no one talks about the ripping of the stitches, or the blinding pain that follows when the wounds reopen and clot and scab over and over and over again, never quite sealing shut. miguel knew in his head that he would never heal, and part of him was grateful. if he never healed, he never had to let them go. THAT was why he hated her.

he hated her because the very second he first saw her, he could hear the bells. she smiled at no one and nothing in particular, and his national anthem blared on speakers through the streets, the song he hadn’t heard since the day he lost the first loves of his life. she said hello, and flags were raised once again, she waved goodbye and the city streets, littered in bombshells and empty magazines swept themselves clean, a cold rain poured down from the sky and civilians left their homes for the first time in days to watch the downpour, to dance in it. war was over, whether he liked it or not.

and now, with his head on her chest and her heartbeat in his ear, the ghosts have found their final resting place and kissed his cheeks goodbye, one last time. and though he never loses sight of them, they don’t scream his name from the rubble anymore. they whisper to him, egging him on, encouraging him on days when he can’t find the strength in himself to keep going. the specters are like saints to him now, a crutch to lean on when he wants her so badly it makes him miss them. he kneels at their gravestone and weeps, just for them to rest on his shoulder and sigh. and they forgive him. they let him go. free him into the expanses of the wild with the knowledge that he’s ready to survive on his own, and they cheer jubilantly when he runs straight to her, as if there were anywhere else for him to go.

miguel hates her. he hates the way her laughter makes his stomach bubble, he detests the sweet, potent smell of the still-steamy bathroom as she exits the shower (he also hates the little messages she leaves for him in the fogged up mirror—finger traced transmissions reading “hi, handsome!” and “we’re out of toilet paper <3”). and he hates, most of all, that she doesn’t have to try. she never once forced him to open up to her, starting the game and waiting till he was comfortable enough to lay out his cards. he was guarded as all get out before he met her, but he broke down brick walls to let her in, not because she asked him to, or even because she said she requested entry. because he knew it was time to open. it was time for the eastern and western regions of himself to meet and rejoice once again, to end the era of his solitude and self pity, and to allow the soft smiles and crows feet to return to his face again.

he hates how easy it was to fall apart in her arms, and how easily she puts him back to together. he hates how she never needed him, but wanted him more than anything, he hates how she made an effort for him, because no one else ever had, and he hates most of all that there isn’t a single fiber of his being that could ever, in any fraction of the multiverse, bring the whole of him to truly and earnestly detest her. he hates her because he doesn’t hate her. not one bit at all.

so, in the present moment, when he cranes his neck up to see her, eyes only half open in the wee, small, hours of the morning, he traces a hand down her jaw and rests his palm behind her ear and strokes his thumb across her cheek. the sleepy smile that pulls from her entraps him, the feeling of her nails scratching at the nape off his entombs him, he knows he is royally and utterly screwed, tortured by the mere experience of her. so he licks his cracked lips and elects to give her a piece of his mind.

but when he opens his mouth to tell her how much he hates her, hate doesn’t end up being the four letter word he uses.

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ty for reading <3 if ya have any requests send em my way and maybe i’ll do em who knows. take it easy :)

[hyper-jam]

Queer SecurityWaiter/DreamTheory headcanons (part 2)

Featuring lots of Mike being trans. Mainly that, in fact 🫶🫶🫶

Mike:

-I said previously that he always assumed he was straight cause he’s never been attracted to dudes, but then I remembered “oh yeah wait he’s trans that doesn’t make sense” so to explain that, I feel like he’s one of those trans guys who kinda always saw himself as a boy, even if he didn’t really have a way to put it into words, plus it’s not like he really thought about attraction and dating much, so when he was younger, he probably was one of those “girls” who didn’t fit in with other girls, had mainly guy friends (out of the few friends he had lol), and thought romance and dating seemed gross, so he wouldn’t talk about it unless other people brought it up, and he’d have to fight for his life every time he tells people that he in fact DOES NOT HAVE A CRUSH !! (No one believes him because no one ever believes that. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was one of those kids who just named some random classmate that he thought seemed vaguely interesting just to shut people up)

-I’d say he probably came out as trans at around 18, after he graduated. He probably knew he was trans earlier than that, maybe like somewhere around 15-16, but he didn’t want to deal with coming out and transitioning socially so he stayed in the closet until it was easier to kinda just…cut people out lol. He’s stealth and kinda just transitioned best he could without people questioning him, which wasn’t hard with his parents falling out of the picture and not really staying in contact with anyone from school (frankly I don’t imagine he was very popular lol) so like…yeah

-had a “looks like a lesbian with a boyband/justin Bieber type haircut” phase somewhere in his teenage years. Kinda didn’t care when people rumored about his sexuality. He didn’t date anyone so it just doesn’t really matter, but if people asked him directly he’d just say he’s straight cause again coming out as anything just seemed like a hassle

-had his first and only date (before Ness) at like 19/20 years old, and (as far as I’ve heard from the people talking abt the apparent fnaf movie novel) it’s canon that the girl didn’t wanna go on a second date because “his eyes were too intense” (autism💥💥💥) it was some random girl who asked him out, maybe a coworker or smth who thought he was cute, and he just said yes cause he didn’t really know what else to do and figured he might as well since it’s certainly generally considered embarrassing to have never gone on a date before as someone old enough to be in college (which he didn’t go to cause 1: money 2: he had to take care of Abby 💔💔💔) then after he was like “yeah I was right idk what the hype is about dating seems lame” (he’s a little dumb /j)

-he’s in his mid-late twenties, and I think his been on T for like 2-5 years, so he probably started T somewhere around 20-23. Again, realistically, no idea how he’s affording that, but…he did it 🤗🤗🤗

-the day this man discovers trans tape is the day this man finally learns a bit of peace (not as much as top surgery obviously but certainly more than regular binding)

-I reiterate once again that he binds so unhealthy. Wears his binder at home, wears it out, wears it when exercising, wears it from when he wakes up till he goes to bed, and he only takes it off at night because he literally HAS to and even then he still wears a slightly tight sports bra cause bro is NOT DEALING WITH THE BOOBAS (someone please stop him please good god how are his lungs still functioning)

-god at dressing to pass. Knows all the hacks. Even before T he passed pretty well, he just looked young. He knows all the right exercises to shape his body in certain ways, knows all the right kinds of clothes and materials to hide and accentuate the right things, dresses and acts like a man pretty easily because bro is just like that, he’s the kind of trans guy who’s basically just a cis guy with titties /hj like i said before he uses man soap (3n1 energy), he gets man haircuts at man haircut places, he wears man shoes that give him some extra height (being very stereotypical and gender-roley here but that’s legit just how he is)

-on that note, man’s height dysphoria is AWFUL !! Not to call Josh Hutcherson short (though let’s be real he is a short king and he owns that shit ((still taller than me though 💔💔💔)), but Mike is 5’5, which to some people is short even by women’s standards, so yeah he definitely wears thick shoes and shoe lift things to help him get closer to around 5’7-5’8 on a good day, and he definitely lies abt his height when he can get away with it

-the kind of guy who gets dysphoria over literally everything (“do I look like a woman when I sit like this?” “Are my eyes too feminine?” “I feel like how I’m walking is gonna out me” “the color pink cannot touch my body” “no I can’t sing that song, it’s sung by a woman” “does the way I hold this look girly?” “Why does my smile make me look like a girl” “this shirt makes my chest look big” “do I write like a man??” etc etc. all while he literally has a beard and is built like a brick /hj /lh)

-generally speaking could not and never has cared less about romance and dating and sex and all that UNTIL NESS HAPPENED AND NOW THIS MAN IS HEAD OVER HEALS IN LOVE WITH THIS SILLY LITTLE TWINK MALEWIFE FEMALEHUBBY THEMBOSS 💥💥💥

-k sorry he’s just a little fruit but like literally for one person and one person only other than that he is/would be chronically bitchless and be pretty ok with that

Ness:

-has a type (trans people 💥💥💥 t4t royalty 💥💥💥) /hj

-but low key on a real note dude doesn’t really actually have a whole lotta preferences he just likes gays and autisms /hj

-does drag both ways and eats it up hardcore

-crossdressing doesn’t exist he just is gender. What gender? Yes.

-I literally can’t think of anything serious to say abt Ness’ queerness they’re just so 💥💥💥

-just a little fruit what do you want me to say

-THE girlfriend-boyfriend

-WHAT DO I SAY ABT NESS SHES JUST SILLY 💔💔💔

-my girlboy boygirl who just loves their little guy failure soggy cat of a man WHAT ELSE CAN I SAY ?? 💥💥💥

anyways that’s it I think I mainly just wanted to talk abt Mike’s transgenderism more which like can you blame me no you can’t he’s my meow meow 💔💔💔

[kai-selfships]

Random thing abt me and Rocket <3 (with some background me x Drax) this takes place a year or so after Vol3

This is self indulgent as helllll I’m actually so embarrassed

Kai knew every inch of his home. He had lived there only a few years, but the place was small (considering it housed three people), and he was the one who planned all the renovations and decor.

He knew every item in the place, too. Or at least the ones he bought, anyway. Sometimes Drax would accidentally break something and try to hide it, but Kai knew exactly how many glasses they owned, how many plates, how many bowls— probably too many for just the three of them, but Kai just loved the ones with pretty designs, or the colored glass. He loved his home in general

Anyway, the point is, Kai always noticed immediately when things were out of place— though he wouldn’t consider this particular item out of place, just new.

A framed photo. It hung magnetized to one of the empty walls in the kitchen.

It was small and worn and one of the corners had torn off. Kai didn’t even think they had a photo printing place on Knowhere— it must have been old.

The other indication of its age was the picture itself— it was of him and Rocket. Obviously a selfie from Rocket’s phone, with him smiling in the background.

Kai deduced from his own appearance (longer hair, pointed canine teeth, dark circles under his eyes) that the photo must have been taken shortly after the Guardians had gotten together. He recognized that it was taken on Peter’s Milano, but didn’t recall the exact occasion. That must have been almost fifteen years ago…

Realizing that he had been lost in thought, Kai took the photo off the wall so he could take it out of its frame. He flipped it over. The back didn’t have a date, it just read ME AND KAI, scrawled in messy, shaky handwriting. Kai smiled fondly.

He replaced the photo on the wall and continued his original task of making lunch for himself.

Rocket got home late that night; he had spent all day working on an invention in his workshop.

Kai was on the couch, relaxing while watching a movie. He paused it when he heard the door open, smiling. “Hey, how was your day?”

“Alright. Anything leftover from dinner?”

Kai stood and joined Rocket in the entryway, where he was locking the door after himself.

“Some. I’ll come eat with you.” Kai said, smiling.

Rocket told Kai about what he was building while he took of his boots and jacket, which always took him a while, especially after a long day and when he was distracted like this. Kai waited patiently, not really understanding the technology stuff he talked about, but content nonetheless.

“So anyway, how’ve you been?” Rocket asked as he stood up a few minutes later.

“Good. Drax and I holochatted with Mantis earlier; she invited us all to come visit her sometime.” Kai replied.

“Oh really? Sounds like fun.”

Kai nodded, hesitating a moment. “I also found something nice in the kitchen,”

Rocket didn’t meet Kai’s eyes. “What was it?” He feigned ignorance as he hopped up into his seat.

“Look,” Kai took the picture off the wall to show Rocket, briefly wondering how he had hung it up so high. “Its a picture of us. Did you hang it up?” He smiled wider before turning around to get himself and Rocket a bowl of leftover soup.

“Maybe.” Rocket answered curtly. “You can take it down if you want.”

Kai put a bowl in the microwave and started it. “No, I really like it. I just wanted to ask you about it.”

A few minutes later, the pair sat across from each other at the table, waiting for their food to cool.

“How long have you had it?” Kai asked, still smiling.

“I don’t know, a couple years…” Rocket said a little shyly. “I used to carry it with me, but I spend most of my time here now, so…” he trailed off, self consciously tugging on his cheek fur.

Kai had never pegged Rocket for the sentimental type. “Why me?”

“Huh?”

“I mean, we weren’t even dating back then—“

Rocket covered his face, embarrassed. “Well, you were my best friend… whatever, it doesn’t matter.”

Kai grinned. “That’s so sweet!”

Rocket grumbled. “Shut up. Its not sweet.“

“Aw, but you carried around a picture of me!”

Rocket began eating his soup. “Not all the time.” He muttered.

Kai laughed. He took a bite from his own bowl, enjoying the rich taste. Drax is an amazing cook.

He studied the picture again, feeling his heart swell with love.

He could tell from his angry-looking eyebrows that Rocket was embarrassed to be even taking the photo in the first place.

Looking at himself had Kai feeling a little bittersweet. He looked tired… he recalled having a few months of nightmares after the fight on Xandar. The smile was genuine, however.

Man, those were the days… living on a cramped ship with his best friends— only friends, at the time— stealing shit and helping people, exploring the Galaxy… Peter’s music and dancing, caring for a young Groot, Drax’s laughter— sometimes Kai missed how things were.

Kai pulled out his phone and took a picture of the picture.

“What’re you doing?” Rocket asked.

Kai shrugged. “I want to be able to see it whenever. Think I can send it to Peter?”

Rocket scoffed. “Hell no. Don’t want to give him any more material for makin’ fun of me.”

Kai smiled. “Alright.”

Some things are still the same, he thought as he finished up his midnight snack.

[seijorhi]

Rhi i just want you to know that always + inescapable are one of my fave fics of yours (fracture remains no.1 in my heart) and I’m just curious if the title of the first part is inspired by the korean movie, Always??? Like the fl is also blind there, and the ml acts as her protector and all!!!

Also, i just want to say that the meeting between atsumu and reader could’ve been prevented if iwa initially told oikawa abt atsumu. I mean, reader wouldn’t have to be there in the olympic village and could’ve stayed with makki and mattsun if he was ever given a heads up. But yes, we live for the thick and complicated plot (twists!!)<333

Lastly, i wouldn’t really want to imagine atsumu as a yandere in inescapable, but will there be any possibility perhaps where reader would choose to be with her real soulmate? I know the bond she has with oikawa is immensely strong just like in beg,borrow,steal (and mattsun out there really lost his mind pls>_<) how different is the bond between bbs!oikawa x reader and always+inescapable!oikawa x reader that could highly influence their decision to leave him???

Pls don’t be too pressured to answer this ask, and if u think this violates ur rules, u can just disregard it!!! Thank you, and iluvu kween 💕💕💕

ngl fracture is one of my faves too <33 i really do need to write more samu

but thank you!! and no, i haven't heard of the movie Always before, the title is lifted from the fic itself, the once sweet promise that slowly twists into something ugly as the two of them spiral. weird coincidence tho!

as for your point about avoiding all of this, oikawa knew very well that atsumu was going to be there. their meeting isn't an oversight that he could've foreseen if iwa had only told him, but rather the consequences of his own arrogance and obsessive nature. he knew atsumu was going to be there but assumed that:

a) the reader didn't know who her soulmate actually was

b) being blind and in an unfamiliar environment she wouldn't wander by herself

and c) even if she did, the chances of her running into atsumu (without Iwa there to intercede) and randomly striking up a conversation would be next to impossible lmao it happened twice

yes, having her stay with makki and mattsun would've avoided all of this, but as i said above, there's an extremely unhealthy co-dependence there, and it goes both ways. oikawa couldn't have left her with makki and mattsun any more than he could have left her in argentina.

he can't function properly without her, and that overrides all rationality.

oikawa's under the assumption (again – arrogance) that he can control what she does, where she goes and who she interacts with while she's in the village, and therefore there's no real risk. she can't leave him if he keeps her under his thumb.

so she'll stay in the room when he's at training, because she's too reliant on him, and when he's not training they'll be otherwise occupied ;) with one another, so no danger there. atsumu has no reason to suspect his soulmate's close by and oikawa has every reason to steer clear of the japan national team outside the court. they're there to compete, not catch up with old friends. in his eyes, the risk is minimal – far outweighed by the benefits of having her within arm's reach.

oikawa brining her to the village and unintentionally setting into motion the events that follow isn't a plot hole, it's a direct consequence of his own hubris and fatal flaws. he can't let her go, even if it means bringing her within spitting distance of her actual soulmate. also, as much as oikawa rarely likes to acknowledge the name on her arm, there's something deeply satisfying about the thought going up against atsumu, knowing he's the one who has her – even if atsumu himself is clueless. it's a crushing blow before he even sets foot on the court, and oikawa does love coming out on top.

anyway.

as far as her willingly leaving him for atsumu goes, not a chance. again, she's spent the better part of her life clinging to oikawa, her sense of self is wrapped around him. conversely, the grip he has on her is hehe inescapable. the night she found out that it wasn't oikawa's name on her arm, she made a choice. one half-conversation with atsumu isn't nearly enough to undo all that.

they're ingrained in one another, for better or worse.

realistically, atsumu doesn't have a hope of getting his soulmate unless he's willing to play dirty.

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

Hi hello!!!

So for 6: “If Matt stays away, he can be lonely and beloved all at once. No one to hurt him but maybe someone will attend his funeral. Crack open the box and look at that, he’s croaked. Schrodinger’s fucking orphan.” I I!!!! am quite insane abt schrodinger’s box metaphors and I remember every part of this fic but this is the first snippet I sent my best friend

For 7: “This isn’t a fight.” *screams* yeah

Lastly lastly 8: your writing style is so very particular in such a sharp way?? there’s such a specificity to it and your use of voice is just the best ive read in a long long time. your writing style makes me mildly insane and ive sent many a snippet to my discord server and/or my best friend out of sheer vibratingness and I love it a lot thank you so so much for the words

Hi hello yourself!!

The line in 6 was actually one of my favorites ones in glaze defects and I’m sooo thrilled you liked it too. 

I wasn’t planning on continuing the “box” motif from the earlier scene with captain america when i started glaze defects, and then i ended up realizing how well it fit for matt too. 

like, you always have that moment in superhero movies where you have the character in this big metal box getting changed into the hero. they get the serum or the radiation or whatever. captain america, bruce banner, green goblin, etc. i think even the thing got a scene like that in the old F4 movies. the metal box’s sliding panes open, all this dry ice pours out, and you find out whether you cooked up shirtless chris evan or norman osborn who just heard the words “back to formula.” 

as the audience, we know already whether they’re going to be a hero or a villain. we always knew that steve rogers would be captain america and norman osborn would be green goblin, and we know whether it would be a good or bad thing. but in universe, i feel like that’s the moment that clearly determines whether you have a superhero or a monster. it’s the exact same scene over and over again, but in the universe, in the moment before those doors open, you don’t know whether you have hero or villain. in a way, it always seemed like schrodinger’s cat to me, waiting for the box to open for it to be determine as to which of the two would be true. 

of course, there’s a third possibility that we never see, but that logically must be the most common: the doors slide open, the dry ice pours out, and look at that, dave, you fucking killed another. someone get the janitors to clean this shit up before we try to cook up another. 

like, we always see either 1) hero or 2) villain in superhero movies when the big superpower scene passes. we don’t often see what must be the far most common in universe result, which is 3) dead. most attempts to give someone powers just can’t be successful. 

which was an interesting motif to me, because arguably, in the scene that that line comes from, matt is still in the box in his superhero origin story. we don’t know which of the three he’ll be yet. 

like, matt never got a “box,” per se. he didn’t get the magical moment of transformation the way steve rogers did. he did get his super senses via accident, but arguably, his super senses and how he got them are not at all analogous to steve getting the super soldier serum. with steve, he’s suddenly equipped with super strength, recovery, durability, etc.--and while who steve is and his mind is what makes captain america what he is, the powers are like this sudden weapon in his arsenal that make him dangerous. matt didn’t get that. his powers were a handicap more than anything until he learned to use them. it was matt’s history, his training, his past that made him dangerous. 

both steve and matt would have the mindset, the spirit, the person that made captain America and daredevil who they were even if they woke up the next day without any powers. but steve got a magic girl transformation that let him immediately go toe to toe with a nazi. he became captain america after the serum. matt became daredevil after years of pain, suffering, and training shaping him into the devil of hell’s kitchen. 

in that scene, matt’s still in the box. he’s in the process of daredevil being forged, the same as if someone was actively administering the super soldier serum. he’s learning how to become what he’ll one day need to be--and he doesn’t know he’ll be option one yet. he thinks he’s option three. but the doors haven’t opened yet, so not even he knows, and he’s the fucking cat. 

i think this is especially interesting with matt because he’s one of the few characters that we have canonical confirmation that he could have been anything other than option 1. i feel like there’s this huge temptation with these characters to make who they are fate. that there’s an indescribable element destining them to go into the box and come out of it again as option 1 again and again and again no matter the universe. with matt murdock, however, we have earth-65 and matt murderdock. we know he could have gone otherwise, even if he overwhelmingly becomes daredevil. 

i think one of the reasons why i like daredevil so much as a character is that ultimately, his hero call to action isn’t as glittery as other heroes. like, don’t get me wrong--steve rogers is also my blorbo, i love him with all my heart and soul. but he’s got the swelling music, dry ice, box pops open transformation with the big climactic moment of reveal. with matt, it just feels more like entropy. he’s just in pain for so long, and it just becomes a matter of which of the three options he’s going to end up falling into to make it stop.

for 7, that’s a line that was so important to include in it for me and that, not gonna lie, i’ve definitely reused in other matt stories (can’t remember if i’ve already published them or not--i’m assuming this is its use in glaze defects). like, fundamentally, matthew murdock only comes about through systematic abuse. he’s a character who's extraordinarily bad at communication, and i think that he genuinely cannot tell when things are a fight sometimes. 

like, in abusive situations, there’s very rarely a neutral “stressful thing happening” situation where it’s just things going on and everyone’s going to work through them together. Someone Is To Blame And That Someone Is You. or even if you can’t get blamed for it, the anger’s going to be taken out on you. Matt’s traumatized as fuck from his everything, and I think that a part of him is inclined towards registering things like agitation and upset emotions and perceiving it as something that’s in conflict with him. even if he figures out later that the person in question wasn’t mad at him, i think that his immediate instinct has him categorizing disagreement or upset as a fight. 

of course, in the scene in question, it’s not a fight. foggy and karen are deeply upset, but it’s on matt’s behalf--they just found out that matt was taken advantage of as a ten year old orphan and abused horribly and that matt blames himself for it. they’re not fighting him, they’re not against matt in this moment, but matt’s been reading “genuine concern and indignation for a horrible violation committed against him” as “my two friends want to fight me personally over this.”

foggy as a character is interesting because he seems to be more aware of why matt is the way that he is than any other character--sometimes even matt himself. he’s very good at not letting matt’s maladaptive behaviors run unchecked, but he also seems to understand why he turned out the way he did. like, there are a lot of scenes where matt’s destructively self isolating--and actively hurting his loved ones, like foggy, in the process--and foggy’s like “yeah he’s a dumb son of a bitch. he’s my dumb son of a bitch tho. every single person in his life walked out on him and i’m not doing the same.” and he’s right. matt’s the like, “kitten abandoned in a cardboard box in the rain” of men. he’s got abandonment issues out his ears and it absolutely is a direct factor leading into why he’s so quick to try and keep people out of his life, at a distance, or why he walks out on people entirely. it doesn’t diminish the pain he causes foggy or karen, but it does show why he ever thought it was the right decision.

i think in that scene foggy’s figuring out that matt thinks all conflict is a fight he needs to defend himself against before matt’s figured it out, and he’s also clocked why exactly it is. 

thank you sooooo much for your kind words it made my night. i am also mildly insane so i think it is good company

[oldmyths]

oh man i have SHIT to say abt vhs. Spoilers btw

so like overall i feel like the framing of how we, the audience, are able to witness the tapes is decent enough. tape 56 is absolutely my least favorite segment out of all of them though so i think i was more interested in what was on the tapes instead of watching gross white guys fucking around and finding out

there was always at least an aspect i liked about each segment but there are certain things holding me back from saying i absolutely loved one over the other. conceptually, here r my rankings with commentary underneath:

tuesday the 17th

this one is prob the closest to being my favorite bc i just love the idea of a fucked up glitch killer that can only be seen on camera. this is probably just exposing me as someone who loved slenderman and marble hornets when i was younger but I Don’t Even Care. i feel like the gore was a bit hit or miss in this one but the ending scene with wendy was sooooo fucked up like genuinely. i loved it tho. the only thing that’s stopping me from downright loving it was the amount of SHAKY CAM

when it came to this part of the movie my motion sickness was getting really bad, i had to take a break and walk around my house for a bit bc i felt so dizzy. maybe as a contained story it wouldn’t bother me as much but man. it killed the vibe for real

amateur night

OBVIOUSLY the goat. i feel like i heard about this particular segment before though bc i already knew generally what was gonna happen. i was actually worried that the entire movie was spoiled for me and i wouldn’t be able to enjoy watching it, but luckily it seems i only knew abt this part. it’s a very solid story. wish i didn’t have to see dick and balls though

10/31/98

THIS one. THIS ONEEEE is so good. i don’t know if it’s bc the camera moves so fast or something but i love love love how the house was changing before the guys even went upstairs. i hope that’s actually how the segment went bc i am such a slut for buildings changing and shit like when you walk out one door and it opens back into the room you just left. or when you turn a corner down a hall and turn another corner and you’re back where you started. P.T./silent hills and house of leaves did this so effectively

AND IF I’M RIGHT then 10/31/98 did this in such a subtle and terrifying way and i love it so MUCH. it would def top amateur night in that case But because i have no idea it stays below amateur night. plus i was sick of drunk white guys doing Bro things

the sick thing that happened to emily when she was younger

the gore in this one was actually fucking awful. like so bad so gross so bad. i had to look away at the spine part and ugh UGHHH like no. i think i’m better at handling/facing gore now but jesus when emily was mutilating her arm LIKE EUGHHHH NOOO it’s so gross.

also i hate men. this is why skype died because if i was on a video call with my partner and i saw creepy little kids behind me in my webcam bg i would just accept my fate and fucking die. emily deserves better. SO DOES THAT OTHER WOMAN AT THE END WTFFF I HATE MEN!

second honeymoon

this one was pretty cool. when i saw that ti west directed one of the segments here i was wondering which one it could be, and in hindsight this has his grubby little fingerprints all over it. a win for wlws everywhere tho

tape 56

booooooooooooooooooooooo. they got what they deserved.

overall i’d say that it’s a decent movie but it’s only as good as the sum of its parts and your mileage will DEFINITELY vary based on your own taste in horror. i’m not interested in watching the sequels and i don’t think i’ll be rewatching this any time soon

[slashme]

Carrie, Sidney, Billy, And Tiffany with a S/O who’s basically a grim reaper.

Pairing(s): Carrie White/Reader, Sidney Prescott/Reader, Tiffany Valentine/Reader.

Warning(s): Mentions of blood!

Pronouns used: None, You is used.

Summary: Carrie, Sidney, billy and Tiffany with a grim reaper S/O

A/N: got interested into black butler once again and came up with a new idea. You’re a grim reaper but from black butler yk?

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Carrie White

She figured out when you guys were still in a early stage of your relationship

She was outside of her house, (IDEK how her mother let her out but don’t think too much abt it) when she heard a scream

She went over and took a look and saw a bloodied corpse

She was startled by it and was about to leave when she saw you

She was confused and almost called out for you when you PULLED A WHOLE DAMN SCYTHE OUT

She sees you stab the body and sees some things that people use to run movies or something

Is VERY CONFUSED

She calls out your name when she sees you leaving

You’re so confused on why she’s there asking her “where tf did u come from!?” “How are you here?” Till you realize she lives close near this area.

You try explaining things to her

You’re a young grim reaper

Only becoming one at the age of 15-16

She’s still a bit confused at first

She accepts you but she has mixed feelings

Overall she’s very accepting once she accepts who u are

Angst

When it came to reap her soul when she died, you had tears rolling down your face.

She had told u about her telekinesis

U didn’t go to prom due to reaper duties

And hearing ur gf dying shattered your heart

Sidney Prescott

You met when when you were reaping the dead bodies at the party where she almost died

You finally thought everyone left since they couldn’t LEAVE

She came back in the house and saw you stabbing someone with a scythe

She screamed thinking you were also a killer

You whipped your head confused

You ran away after she ran

Confused to not see you after everything went down

She only saw you when she was in college

THANKFULLY SHE DIDNT TELL ANYBODY ELSE

She immediately went up to you and confronted you saying some stuff like “I know you’re a killer.”

You recognize her and pull her somewhere and immediately tell her everything telling her to keep her mouth shut

She’s shocked but doesn’t say anything

After everything in scream 2 goes down I guess y’all start getting along????

DONT TELL ME HOW JUST ROLL WITH WHATEVER IM WRITING 😭

You help her get through with the trauma

You guys start getting close

And boom, DATING!

(I had no idea where I was going with this, pls no judging)

Billy Loomis

He was just killing one of his victims when he saw you

You were a classmate of his, you spoke to him only when you needed too.

You were about to reap the victim before you saw him looking at you

He wasn’t horrified or anything just shocked

Once you explain what you are and telling him to shut his mouth

You don’t tell him that you know when people are going to die

Just to keep safe

Once he gets over the shock he won’t stop admiring what you are

Dejected when he realizes you don’t actually kill people

He starts talking to you at school still amazed on what you are

You just let it be and let you two get closer

He let you in on the plan knowing you couldn’t give two and even one fucks about it

You let him continue his murder spree since it wasn’t ruining the dates where some people would die

Turning smitten for him you help him in on the plan

You knew it wasn’t time for Sidney to die so you helped him a bit too not die

You broke the rules, since he had to die on a Certain date but you didn’t care.

You were punished and weren’t allowed your reaper duties for a while

You two only got together after the whole murder party spree thing settles down

You only told him you knew when people would die when you guys knew and trusted each other a lot

He’s grateful and glad you didn’t let him die at the party

Tiffany Valentine

You told her when you guys knew each other for a long period of time

You got enough courage to tell her and you trusted her

You knew she trusted you so you spilled the secret when you felt like she needed to know right now

She’s very accepting, you accept her for being a killer and never was like her emo ex bf(Jesse) who didn’t deserve so she’ll obviously accept you.

Sometimes you reap her victims, and she’s happy since you don’t have to be far from her

In her doll body, you usually take her everywhere.

Make sure not to drop her/j

You’re so confused on why and how her soul transferred to a doll? Is that even possible!?

You’re a pretty young reaper so you don’t even question it

Overall it doesn’t affect her opinion on you she’s still really affectionate

[eriqas-fate]

Hello! I was wondering if I could get a lotr and hobbit ship request? My pronouns are she/her and I’m bisexual.

Personality: I originally come off as quiet, and aloof. It can seem standoffish but I don’t mean it too I just don’t trust very easily and am uncomfortable with strangers/new environments. I am my best when I am by myself or with my closest friends. With my closest friends I’m quite open, fun and talkative especially when talking abt things that interest me. Im quite the good listener as well when it comes to my more extroverted friends. Im also introverted, imaginative, creative, individualistic, reserved, structured and picky in my own way, all sprinkled with a little bit of sarcastic humor.

Hobbies: Digital Art is probably my biggest hobby. If I could I would spend all day at home with my trusty tablet and stylus drawing with an audiobook of my favorite novel/tv show running in the background. Apart from art I absolutely love working out. I kickbox and weight lift most days of the week. Lastly I love playing video games, spending time at comic book stores, the movies and coffee shops.

Interests: I work in the digital media arts and love creative coding, interaction design, and computer graphics. I think my favorite thing is that combination between the artistic and the technological.

Love language: this one is definitely acts of service.

Thank you!

Lord of the Rings: Eowyn

Whenever, Eowyn first met you she instantly knew that you were someone she’d like to be around. She couldn't help but beam every time you'd spend time with her. Before she knew it, she had a crush developing. It started off from whenever you would show her your art and designs. They would truly fascinate her, and she would develop a deep understanding as to why you were so passionate about your artistic career. It would make her quite happy to see how much joy it brought you, so she couldn't help but ask about what you were going to draw next and whether or not you could create something for her. Although, she would not be able to grasp the extremes of the technology that you used for your art, she would try her hardest to make herself understand it. She would even find herself exploring different creative ideas. She'd love how she felt around you and how contagious your creativity was.

Eowyn would fall for you even more, whenever she would discover that your love language was acts of service. Because that would mean that everything she would do for you would mean so much more. She would feel secure with the thought of you being the one, especially since you were such a good listener and supportive towards her. Knowing that you had interest in working out and kickboxing, would motivate her to continue her training regardless of what Eomer would think. It would make her more confident in herself and her abilities. She would be thrilled to know she had something very meaningful with someone she loves.

The Hobbit: Thorin

Thorin didn't know what to expect whenever he first met you, especially since he had thought you were being a tad quiet and standoffish. Although, it didn't bother him, he did find it quite interesting how you acted much differently than the way his nephews had talked about you. Whenever the two of you got closer after time, he soon realized how similar you two were. He'd quickly understand why you came off the way you did, especially since he also gets uncomfortable around strangers. He'd find you quite charming, knowing that he could talk to you and feel as though you both were on the same page.

Thorin would love whenever you would show him your interests, and what you liked to do for fun. He'd especially love to watch you draw, because to him it was extremely impressive and interesting how you could create something so incredible out of a blank canvas. He'd love spending time with you, especially listening to all the stories that you’ve heard and he too would share a few he’s heard in his time. Thorin would also be impressed that you weight lifted, and even could kickbox. He would feel comfortable knowing that you were able to handle yourself, especially since the Lonely Mountain could be a very dangerous place. Thorin would be very thrilled if you decided to stay regardless of how dangerous it was, he'd still promise to protect you and that he'll always be there if you would need him.

Thank you so much for the request, I hope you liked your matchup!

[weebswrites]

Hello! You probably have a lot of requests right now so I apologize for adding on to it.

Would it be possible to request the brothers (+Solomon) comforting an MC that’s just super stressed with school and just life?

Recently, school for me has been..to say the least, mentally exhausting and there are just countless nights of crying or pulling all nighters cause I’m so behind (2nd quarter cause I started school rather late, it’s complicated). I’m so sorry for ranting about this. But yeah could I just request it to be super fluffy? If you end up writing this, thank you so much! Stay safe <3

The Demon Bros & Undatables: Comforting a Stressed MC

Lucifer

• He wasn’t sure how to comfort you when you first arrived in the devildom, but after a few weeks spending time together he picked up your comfort activities and items

• So when he heard you crying in your room late one night, a night he knew was the night before a big exam you’d been studying like crazy for, he knew what to do

• He went to the kitchen and grabbed a comfort snack and your favorite drink, stopping by his room to get a blanket that smelled like him before gently opening the door to your room

• You sniffled and wiped your face, turning to see who it was

• “Lucifer, hey. Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up”

• “You didn’t, my love. Here” he wrapped the blanket over your shoulders and placed the kitchen Items on your desk, close enough for you to reach them but far enough if you couldn’t eat then you wouldn’t feel forced. He then walked to your bed and grabbed your favorite stuffed animal, placing it in your lap and kissing the top of your head

• “What can I do to help” his voice was soft, and the two of you spent the night cuddled in bed, sitting against the wall as he quizzed you on facts until you both fell asleep (he set an alarm so you wouldn’t miss your exam, don’t worry)

Mammon

• Gift-giving love language, despite his constant urge to sell your things

• So whenever you’re stressed over schoolwork, he picks up an extra shift at Hell’s Kitchen (secretly) and brings you a coffee / your energy drink of choice and a little trinket he saw that made him think of you

• Your desk has accumulated quite a pile of these little gifts, and when you look up at them it fills you with a familiar warmth that only his affection can give you

•  He has the best timing with these too, whenever you feel yourself getting overly frustrated you hear a knock at your door or see your D.D.D. screen light up with a text from him

• He also gives incredible shoulder massages? You had no idea, but when you’re hunched over one night and feel his hands straighten your back and start kneading the sore muscles in your neck you swear your soul left your body

Leviathan

• He’s a great listener and will let you vent to him any time, anywhere

• He doesn't sleep much anyway, so when you text one night that you’re coming over because you need to blow off steam he likes the message and prepares a blanket and stuffed animal for you to squeeze

• Bonus: he got a stuffed animal just for you to take your anger out on, a little bit so you wouldn’t squeeze one of his Ruri-chans, but also because he loves you

• He greets you with a hug, every time. Nights that you were especially fed up you’d collapse in his arms, crying or yelling or anything to just get the frustration out

• He holds you close and once you get it all out he whispers words of affirmation in your ear, always knowing exactly what to say to comfort you

Satan

• If anyone knows how to relax, it’s Satan

• So whenever you need to cool down you head to your favorite brother’s room (or the library. usually the library.) to seek refuge from your work

• The two of you are like soulmates, so whenever he sees you he can instantly tell how you’re feeling and what you need

• And no matter what it was, a hug or space to just be alone or literally anything, this man will get it for you

• He helps you study a lot too, the two of you worked well together so having him quiz you or help you come up with ways to remember things always made you feel more confident about what you were learning

Asmodeus

• Will draw you a warm bath whenever you’re too overworked, filling it with soap of your favorite scent and lighting a few candles for around the tub

• He gives you space if you need it, but if you want to keep studying from the comfort of the bath he’ll help you

• Unless he notices that you’re too overwhelmed and working yourself past exhaustion. Then, he bans you from studying while you’re together (which he promises won’t be long, but he always makes sure it’s long enough for you to rest)

• Pulls out all the stops to make you feel the comfort you need and deserve, even giving you a gentle scalp massage as you fight off falling asleep in the tub

Beelzebub

• Food is the way to his heart, but he understands that isn’t the same for everyone

• So he takes time to learn about what things make you happy, what things to avoid, and more

• When you drag yourself to his room late at night, exhausted from studying late and crawl under the covers with him, he knows what will help you

• He kisses the back of your head while pulling your body softly against his, and hums one of your favorite songs from the human world until you’re asleep

• You wake up the next day together, and he treats you to whatever you want for breakfast, making sure you eat enough to fuel your body for the day

Belphegor

• Knows the power of a nap better than anyone

• So when your head is falling over your textbook, he doesn’t hesitate to pick you up and carry you to bed

• “Belphie! No, I need to study. I’m good I promise” you reassure him, but the yawn that follows instantly negates everything you’d said

• “Sure, MC. Then for me, let’s nap together. It’ll be so nice” he lays you in bed and cuddles you, “all warm and comfy in bed, how can you not love this” but you can’t even respond because you’re already asleep

Diavolo

• mfer would just excuse you from the class /hj

• But if he couldn’t, he’d take you to his office and pamper you with anything you wanted

• Or if you just wanted to collapse in his bed and sleep for more hours than he thought was possible for a human to sleep, he’d absolutely let you

• Anything at all for his favorite human

Barbatos

• Knows how to comfort Diavolo, but when it comes to humans at first he doesn’t know what to do

• So you tell him what you need when you’re drained, and he remembers

• You knock on his door late one night, mid-yawn as he opens the door

• He wraps your tired body in a warm blanket, fresh from the dryer, and pulls up your comfort show. He turns on your favorite episode and snuggles next to you on the couch

• “Let me know if you need anything, MC. I’m here”

• “Thank you, Barbatos”

Solomon

• Like Levi, he’s an amazing listener. So whenever you need him to be there, he’s listening actively and making sure you know your frustrations are heard

• But he’s also good with distracting you from your studies, so sometimes you take a break to watch a movie the two of you had been meaning to watch for a while, or get lunch somewhere

• You get to pick, unless you want him to, and no matter what you do he makes sure you completely forget about the books waiting for you back home

• Lets you sleep in his room whenever you want, and most exam weeks you basically move into his room. It’s a win win situation, he gets to spend time with you and make sure you’re giving your body what it needs, and you get a home away from home to study in (and the company of your favorite human)

Simeon

• When you need a break from your studies, Simeon will read you a bit from whatever writing he’s working on

• His voice is possibly the most comforting thing in the world to you, and hearing him tell stories he’s written just for you gives you a sense of comfort that could cure anything

• If not that, then the two of you hop in bed and turn on whatever you want to watch to take your mind off your studies

• But your favorite thing to do was to tackle him into bed and cuddle, tangled together and just talking about anything and everything that wasn’t school

Luke

• You bake something together or go to the park, or anything really

• As long as it’s fun and lighthearted, and with Luke, you know he’ll bring a smile to your face and help you forget about your stress for a bit

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A/N: Thank you for sending this in anon, and dw abt ranting <3 If you ever need to get it all out feel free to send me a message or anon ask and I’ll just delete it or whatever you’d prefer. I’ve been super drained recently as well so writing this was really therapeutic :’) I hope you’re having a good day so far and that this helps you feel better

Also sorry if some of these were shorter than others, I too am struggling with burnout