#i'm really looking foward to for him though

[pharawee]

For Him (remember this messy trailer?) will air on 30 November on iqiyi (no news yet on whether it's geolocked so 🤞)

[spaceycat]

MOREEEE CONGRESSMAN!BUCKY HEADCANONS !!!

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⩇⩇:⩇⩇ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ...  ╰┈➤ 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚗!𝚋𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 ༄.°

♫ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: sports car by tate mcrae (2:45)

guys why the fuck do i keep finding the filthy gifs anyways anways MOVING FOWARD!!

✰ whenever you two are fucking in his office, he lets you bite his tie or his dogtags to keep you quiet - it never works though.

✰ the kinda guy to use a remote-controlled vibrator on you during a congress meeting and using A LOT of innuendos in his speech and loves to watch you squirm, he knows you're going to yell at him later for it.

✰ He likes to spoil you, since he has problems showing his feelings though the whole hydra situation - so buying you clothes, jewlerry or anything that you even remotely look at makes him so happy.

✰ But one time you felt bad and didnt want to spend his money, telling him you didnt really like anything - he'd pass you his credit card, "okay listen, with how much you spend, the softer i'm gonna fuck you when we get home - okay? I might even eat you out if you're good." AND YOU RANNNNNNN YOU RANN TO PRADA !! he fulfilled his promise and you got a shit ton of clothes and food and hey - bucky got a meal too ig....

✰ You love to whisper filthy shit in his year at fundraiser and award events when you know he's about to go on stage to get an award or a speech LOL

✰ Whenever he's driving he has a hand on the inside of your thigh, lord and his car is EXPENSIVE... like doctor strange in his movie, lord minus the crashing part..

✰ He loves to fuck you in the backseat of his car, finger you while he's driving telling you to keep your eyes in front. One time you came back from a fundraiser, and you were stressed out with the whole planning thing and how it all went to shit - Bucky sighed, pulling off his tie and moving over to your side of the car, sinking down to his knees infront of you and ate you out while looking up at you LORD. HAVE. MERCY.

✰ You used to be shy, sweet and innocent before Bucky. Wearing lacy lingerie and underwear underneath your dresses for the sole purpose of knowing you're wearing them and that Bucky will find out, sending him pictures or videos when he's on meetings or away of you fingering yourself or riding a dildo and just saying that you wish it was his, and ALWAYS sneaking into his office to just get off and he fucking loves it.

✰ He takes you on every campaign, buys the best hotel rooms, with large baths, pools, spas, hot-tubs, with endless amounts of food and champagne at your beck and call. And buying you dresses for every campaign session and event.

✰ He loves to see how many times he can fuck you before you have to leave for your next flight or event, "C'mon baby, cum one more time and then you can go shake hands with the Government" (oh lord now i want to write a fic about this.

✰ Whenever you help him write his speeches, you sit in his lap on his desk chair - you're fine until he sits his head on your shoulder placing soft kisses to your neck as his fingers slip down your pants, toying with your clit "Keep working baby.." "I need more stimulating ideas."

✰ You two are filthy, and yet no one will know - soon being Mr President and his First Lady.. (reminds me of those pictures of prince harry and meghan markle when they partied hardy LOLLLL)

[lancestrollsgf]

# THE BETTER NORRIS ! F1 GRID X ADOPTED NORRIS! READER, SMAU (2)

introduction master list request list

part one, part two, part three.

# WARNINGS: cussing, i know nothing about the parents of lando so everything is fictional. reader speaks spanish!! lowercase intended, spelling errors (english isn't my first language). lando's actual siblings are not featured in this since I don't know anything about them. hate comments towards reader and ollie. excessive usage of emojis such as "🙄, 🤫, 🤣,😝, 😭,😊,😉”.

# SUMMARY: the adventures of the formula one driver lando norris adopted sibling, y/n norris.

# AUTHOR’S NOTE: thank you so much for the support on the first part (it’s insane love yall sm). so here is part two, hooray!!! here is part one!!! lowkey worried this isn’t gonna be as good as the first part i'm so sorry 😭😭 this is way shorter because the timeline is until before the hungarian gp so there isn’t much to post about (there will be a part three 🤫🤫) btw for the sake of the story ollie attends all the grand prixs (at least from this point foward). excuse. more in-depth reason this is short is because i started writing this july 11 and i didn’t expect the first part to get that many likes so i only came up with ideas up until after the british grand prix. the next part will have all 9 posts and not only 5 😘

# FACE CLAIM: marian guevara/theatomicbomb on instagram and tiktok

— instagram !

liked by landonorris, lancestroll, lawerence_stroll, and 1,284,820 others

thebetternorris thank you so much, @.astonmartinf1 for the invite to the british grand prix, my home grand prix. i’m so grateful for the gift, thank you @lawerence_stroll 💚. congrats to @.landonorris for p3 and congrats to @.lancestroll for p7 😝😝 👤: @.landonorris, @.lancestroll, @.tommyhilfiger @.astonmartinf1

astonmartinf1: thank you y/n for coming to our garage!! loved having you there 💚

-> mclaren: you better have enjoyed this grand prix because next one we’re keeping y/n.

-> thebetternorris: guys dw there’s enough of me to go around 😏😏

username42: y/n rizzing up the admins is crazy 😭

landonorris: did you really have to use that picture of me. i look horrible.

-> thebetternorris: you always look horrible 🙄🙄

lancestroll: still can’t believe my dad actually got you something.

-> thebetternorris: time to make room for me in the family 🤫🤫

fernando_alooficial: gracias por venir y apoyarnos y/n 💚 (thank you for coming and supporting us y/n)

-> thebetternorris: de nada fernando, tu eres mi idolo 🥹🥹 felicidades con p8 💚 (you’re welcome fernando, you’re my idol 🥹🥹 congrats with p8 💚)

lawerence_stroll: lovely meeting you y/n, hope you enjoyed my gift

-> thebetternorris: thank you so much for the gift, lovely meeting you too mr.stroll

-> lawerence_stroll: @thebetternorris please call me lawerence

-> thebetternorris: @.lancestroll your dad likes me more than you

-> lancestroll: @thebetternorris just because he let you call him by his first name doesn't mean get likes you more 🙄 it’s not like he bought you an f1 team

-> thebetternorris: @.lancestroll you're so sassy...

username43: lance's reply being “it’s not like he bought you an f1 team” IS SO FUNNY LMFAOOO

username44: lance and y/n acting like siblings 😭

-> thebetternorris: @lawerence_stroll please adopt me

username45: y/n is so pretty

username46: why did lawerence gift y/n something from tommy hilfiger?

-> username47: im guessing its because he invests in tommy hilfiger

username48: how come aston martin invited her to her home grand prix but not mclaren?

-> mclaren: unfortunately we sent the invitation too late

-> astonmartinf1: @.mclaren finder keepers looser weepers 😝

username49: even though y/n is one of the driver's siblings they still sent the invitation late LMFAO

-> mclaren: we wouldn't have had to sent an invite if "someone..." hadn't told y/n so late.

-> landonorris: @.mclaren I DIDN'T KNOW SHE WOULD GET AN INVITE FROM ANOTHER TEAM 😞

username50: the mclaren admin trying to clear their name ✊🏼

-> mclaren: i’m trying my best 😞

username51: y/n giving unseen photos of lance and lando

username52: y/n’s camera is probably full of unseen photos of drivers we may never see 😔

-> thebetternorris: 🤫🤫

-> username53: WHAT DOES THIS MEAN??

username54: y/n calling it her home grand prix 🥹

zhouguanyu24: thank you for the keychain and the toy for sweet corn 😁

-> thebetternorris: of course!! 😊

username55: lance and lando an underrated duo

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july 7, 2024

liked by landonorris, itsyoungmiko, olliebearman, and 1,402,027 others

thebetternorris parties in london go crazyy 🍾👤: @.itsyoungmiko, @.arcangel, @.friend1, @.friend2

itsyoungmiko: it was lovely meeting you twin 😈

-> thebetternorris: lovely meeting you too 😘

landonorris: do you just take photos with random people.

-> friend1: lando we've met before...

-> thebetternorris: don't talk about my twin young miko like that 😡

arcangle: loved partying with you norris!!

landonorris: you’re finally partying at home and not in the burger land😒

-> thebetternorris: BURGER LAND???

-> landonorris: the united states or whatever 🙄

username56: two posts in one day omg???

username57: y/n and young miko do look so much alike omg 🤨

olliebearman: it was lovely meeting you y/n

-> thebetternorris: hi ollie, it was great meeting you too 😆 congrats on your haas contract 🤫🤫

-> olliebearman: thank you! 😊

username58: y/n and ollie interacting???

username59: is no one gonna mention that y/n and ollie were in the same place??

username60: can y/n drink? i thought she was too young..

-> username61: she is too young. she’s only seventeen, but even then why are you assuming she’s drinking 😟?

username62: a sneak peak of the photo's y/n has in her camera

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july 7, 2024

— instagram stories !

thebetternorris and olliebearman added to stories

replies to thebetternorris story

landonorris replied to your story: WHO IS THIS??? TAKE THAT SMILEY FACE OFF AND COME BACK HOME.

lewishamilton replied to your story: is this what you call soft launching?

oscarpiastri replied to your story: please answer lando’s messages. he’s been pacing back and forth for the past ten minutes.

username63 replied to your story: Y/N IS THAT A GUY???

username64 replied to your story: YOU’RE SOFT LAUNCHING??

pepemartiofficial replied to your story: quén es?

username65 replied to your story: you’re such an artist 😻

replies to olliebearman story:

charles_leclerc replied to your story: son, are you dating a girl?

kimi.antonelli replied to your story: mate. you didn’t tell me you were going to the beach today? you didn’t even invite me 😞

arthur_leclerc replied to your story: 🤨

username66 replied to your story: IS THAT A GIRLL? OLLIEEE

username67 replied to your story: since when did you take such aesthetic photos?

username68 replied to your story: soft lauching omg??

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july 8, 2024

— instagram !

liked by thebetternorris, charles_leclerc, and 392,921 others

olliebearman got to drive an f1 car in silverstone 👍🏼

username69: i’m sobbing, he’s so cute 😭😭

charles_leclerc: so proud, congrats ollie 👍🏼

-> olliebearman: thank you dad! 👍🏼

-> username70: i can see where ollie got his thumbs up from. LMAO

thebetternorris: a thumbs up is such a dad move

-> olliebeaman: compliment or?

-> thebetternorris: compliment ofc ☺️

-> olliebearman: oh okay then, thank you y/n :)

username71: ollie has rizz???

username72: going from a ferrari reserve driver to a haas f1 driver is such a downgrade 😬

-> thebetternorris: you’re saying that as if you can even drive a formula one car ever 🤣

-> username73: HELLO??? y/n defending ollie 🫣🫣

username74: HIS EYES ARE SO CUTE 😔😔

username75: a semi F1 car

-> thebetternorris: more than you’ll ever achieve. bullying a eighteen year old at 26 years old is embarrassing.

-> username76: Y/N DEFENDING OLLIE 😍😍

username77: i can't wait to see ollie every race week

username78: y/n defending ollie is so cute

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july 9th, 2024

liked by landonorris, olliebearman, lilyzneimer, and 826,281 others

y/n.jpg surprise, new account 🤭 very first post is a photo dump, from beach day 🌊☀️ 07/08/24

landonorris: copycat 😒😒 be original for once. same username and everything

-> y/n.jpg: 🙄🙄

landonorris: WAIT A MINUTE. WHAT IS THAT THIRD PHOTO. Y/N NORRIS. WHO IS THAT???

-> y/n.jpg: 😜

-> landonorris: Y/N NORRIS. WHERE ARE YOU.

username80: y/n’s first post on her jpg account is a soft launch. this has got to be a halluaction.

username81: if someone told me that y/n would make a jpg account and soft launch a guy. i would never believe you.

username82: the second picture is so cute 😭

username83: the difference in the two comments lando commented. LMFAOO

-> username84: i’m guessing he commented “copycat” before seeing the photos and then commented the second one 🤣🤣

username85: two of the norris siblings have a jpg account that’s so cute

username86: ollie in the likes 🤨

lilyzneimer: you're so pretty

-> thebetternorris: thank u lily, love u

username87: both ollie and y/n posted about being at the beach the night after they met..

-> username88: nah you guys are reaching..

oscarpiastri: y/n please. don't do this rn 😭

-> thebetternorris: 🤫🤫

username89: you guys are assuming that y/n is with everyone leave her alone 😭😭

olliebearman: should i make a jpg account too?

-> thebetternorris: yes you should!! i can help u make it if you would like 🤫

-> olliebearman: ah yes that would be helpful 😁

username90: y’all won’t even let y/n be friends with the opposite gender before immediately shipping them together

username91: everyone saying that we're reaching and what not. but what about the comment between y/n and ollie… 🤨🤨

username92: the third photo looks a little similar to the one ollie posted on his story; the same day. 🫣

username93: there’s definitely gonna be something happening between the ollie and y/n because why else would she defend him in his own comments

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july 11th, 2024

liked by olliebearman, landonorris, lewishamilton, and 947,829 others

y/n.jpg digital camera photos from silverstone 💫 lando taking a little nap in the fourth photo 😴 btw congrats on your win lewis 😉. 👤: @.landonorris, @.oscarpiastri, @.roscoelovescoco, @ciscawuaman, @adam_norris_pure_electric, @lewishamilton

username93: i love y/n for giving us unseen photos

username94: oscar doing a shoey 🤔

-> thebetternorris: ik right disgusting 🤢

-> oscarpiastri: @thebetternorris hey. i didn’t like it anymore that you did.

-> username94: OSCAR AND Y/N REPLYING TO MY COMMENT. THIS ISN’T REAL.

roscoelovescoco: 🤍🤍

-> thebetternorris: ROSCOEE

username95: oh to be photographed on y/n’s camera and posted on her account 😞

-> thebetternorris: i just dm’ed you!!

-> username96: @.username95 well tell us, what did she dm you omg???

-> username95: @.username96 she gave me tickets to the next gp 😭😭😭 i’m distraught rn 🥹🥹

-> username97: @.username95 HELLO??? FREE TICKETS???

lewishamilton: thank u for the congrats y/n 🩵

-> thebetternorris: of courseee 😉

username98: these photos are so cute omg 💔

thebetternorris: do you guys see how @.landonorris replaces me with another kid 💔 guess i’m not his favorite nor youngest sibling anymore 😞

-> landonorris: y/n. i don’t think mom or dad could or want to adopt another kid especially after dealing with you.

-> thebetternorris: MOMMM 😭😭😭 @ciscawuaman

-> cisacawuaman: @.landonorris please. you may be right but don’t comment this on the internet. @thebetternorris we love you y/n, i would adopt you all over again and as many times i could 😘

username99: y/n is literally living every formula one fan’s dream 😖

-> username98: considering she is literally lando’s sister she’s been living the life since day one 😭

username100: THE FIRST PHOTO HELLO??? 😍

francisca.cgomes: hii y/n! it was lovely meeting you. are you going to the next gp? i would love to hang out with you ☺️

-> y/n.jpg: hi kika 😁, yes i will be!! i loved meeting you, you’re the sweetest, i would love to hang out with you too ☺️

username101: y/n is genuinely so pretty omg 🫣

landonorris: don’t think this is distracting me from the post you made previously..

-> thebetternorris: 🤫🤫

username102: i was at the grand prix and seeing y/n on the fan stage was so surreal.

username103: i met y/n at the grand prix and she got my hat signed by both oscar and lando, she’s so sweet 😭😭😭

-> username104: stop me too. she got all of my mclaren stuff signed by them 🥹🥹

username105: i met y/n and when i asked her to sign my shirt she was so shocked it was so precious 😞

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july 12, 2024

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READ PLEASE/URGENT: hello!! thank you so much for the support on this story. just wanted to share some links about the crisis/situation in venezuela. an undeniable cause of election fraud is happening in venezuela, spread awareness. how to help refugees near you. explanation of the situation. donate/help families forced to flee. the reason i’m sharing this is because the face claim for this story is from venezuela (will not have a huge effect on the story), but furthermore because the situation in venezuela is not being publicized enough. even just sharing these links will do a lot. sadly, i could not find any more links other than those three.

[heliumshorns]

This???

Oh, it's....

It's just an absolute ramble about how GOOD toji fucks when it's nice and slow.

You know.

The basic.

... mdni obviously??? Uhhh.... spit?? A little bit of that.. TOJI IS A SOFT DOM????? FOR ONCE???? WE LACK SOFT DOM TOJI CONTENT????? this was more lovemaking than sex tb but still works I guess

The hand tugging your hair, making you face him even when you believe you just can't? He'll make you remember you can take him, and very fucking well.

Something he murmurs into your ear while you're getting pounded your soul out of your body. And even though 90% of the time you end up losing any sense of coherency with how good the curve of his cock is massaging your G-spot, the times your ears don't ring out of pleasure? You catch a few words.

"Mhm... look at how pretty you look like that, baby. Yeah? Can you hear me?"

And when your moan comes out something minimally affirmative, he grins. He's cocky because he knows. He knows he's good when it comes to making you feel good. He knows you know. It's hard not to when he proves it to you almost every day.

"Stay here. I'm here. Listen to me.... Yeah, good girl."

Now. Toji is aware it technically isn't possible, but he grits his teeth anyway because damn you might just snap his dick off. He laughs, though. A low rumble that runs all through you. He sees how your skin forms goosebumps. How your nipples harden with that shiver.

"Oh... oh yeah... You can be loud, darling, it's just you and me... Just you and me."

Even though you could barely brethe to moan, really. Probably too gone to even think about how you sound. Choked noises with every breath you take. His eyes bore into your rolled back ones, and he sneaks a hand around your throat. Legs over his shoulders. Folding you into a mating press.

"Eyes on me. I want you to see who's making you feel good, baby. That's right."

He felt your heartbeat. There's no way. He's sinking so far deep, feeling how your cervix is massaging his tip so... good. Jesus, he's going insane here. Your eyes eventually manage to look into his, and the lust swirling in his irises? Yeah... The loud, borderline pornographic moan you let our wasn't a plan. Nor were you aware, really.

His laugh makes you whimper. Feel so small.

"My little pornstar, aren't you, baby? Open your mouth for me, baby. Can you do that?"

Your shaky nod has him grinning as he licks the back of his teeth and roof of his mouth. Gathering saliva.

His hand holds your jaw open as he leans down, not once faltering the slow and deep thrusts. His eyes are on yours as his spit slowly drips down.

"Oh fuck, baby..." He manages to lose his own composure. His head falls foward, hair hiding his eyes when he moans out. Low. Deep. And so fucking good while he stares at your cunt just swallowing him so good.

With a thumb swiping to your clit, he hears your yelp. Sees your legs twitch. Yeah. He wasn't gonna last longer.

"Honey, do me a favour. Come for me, yeah? Let's count down. Let's come together."

... Okay. Not easy thing to do, but worth a try.

He uses one hand to fix his slightly overgrown hair, looking into your eyes. With that same hand, he holds your face. He could tell you were so fucking close it hurt. From the curled lip to the furrowed brow. The almost pained look in your eyes.

His thumb presses down. He feels as the nub naturally twitches.

"Three..." He murmurs, hips not faltering their face as he pushes your clit around, making sure to angle his hips just right.

"Shit- so fucking tight, ma-" He moans with a smile.

"Two..." Your eyes glaze over, and your mouth starts to tip open. You can barely fucking breathe now.

"One, baby. Come with me, please."

And God, do you come. Absolutely fucking groundbreaking. Mind on the clouds as his hips snap, and snap, bringing himself to orgasm as you milk him dry. He feels your nails dig into his shoulders? Yeah. Does he care?.... not really.

This is probably the longest orgasm you've had in a while. Shit had you trembling with the aftershocks with God knows how long, but once you're back here, on earth? Yeah.... You're instantly squirming away. Pushing at his chest.

And he complies.

He already had you out of your mind pre-orgasm. He didn't want to ruin you that bad.

Flopping down beside you, chest heaving as he stares at the ceiling.

After a minute or two of silence and heavy breathing, you finally speak:

"Told you it was worth it to take it slow."

He only laughs and nuzzles his face in your neck.

[lilolebambi]

oopsy, daisy! introduction to plantshopowner!matt n piercingshopowner!reader!

Matt had been curious for a while, wondering what possibly could be the new shop across the street. During his break, he'd just stare out the window and watch the people that'd walk in and out.

Today was the day that he'd finally be able to find out.

He got an email from the owner saying that they wanted flowers for the opening. So Matt was carrying daffodils and lilies across the street in a vase. He hopes whoever the owner of this mystery shop is likes them, cutting the stem of those daffodils, almost took him out.

He hums as he finally walks into the mystery shop. It's nice. Mostly dark decor with splashes of red here and there and very, very good music playing faintly. "....hello?" He says, taking in the very odd lack of no one even though he's seen thousands of people in here.

"Gimme a sec!" He hears, yelled from the back and then crashing following it. He almost drops the vase at how loud it is.

Oh wow. You're vase dropping worthy.

"Hi! God, I'm so sorry for making you wait—" He feels light headeded, dizzy even. You're gorgeous. "I lost track of time, I was in the back trying to organize stuff, then saw your email that you were walking over—" He's trying to listen. Like really trying, but the gold and sliver earrings that hang in your ear are distracting him.

And since you're also the most beautiful woman he's ever seen, he can't think. He blinks at you, his hands slowly loosening around the vase, beginning to slip out of his hands. "Careful!" You leap foward, wrapping your hands around his around the glass.

He almost just made a complete fool of himself over your beauty. "....oopsy daisy." You tilt your head at him, giggling. "Did you just say oopsy daisy?"

".....maybe?" You laugh. His heart flutters. "Cute." He can feel his face getting terribly hot, your hands on his not helping whatsoever. "I-I-I'm Matt." He gives you an awkward smile, doing his best not to avoid eye contact.

You step back, giving his poor heart a break. "Pierce." You tuck your hair behind your ear. "This is my piercing shop." That makes sense. "I get my sign today, then I'm open tomorrow."

"Excited?" He questions, "Very. Took me so long to find this little spot."

He places the flowers on the counter. He sucks at small talk. "Nice place." The confusion he sees on your face as he spins around towards the door becomes mutual. "...I have to pay you?"

Oh.

Yeah, he can't do anything around pretty girls.

He slowly turns around, "Uh...it's free since you're opening soon." He mumbles, trying to do to get out of here to stop embarrassing himself.

"Well, in that case... stop by anytime and get a free piercing." Matt giggles, not thinking you're serious. You nod. "Mhm." You close the space in between you, rubbing the middle of his right eyebrow. "You'd look real good with one right here." You murmur.

He can feel the blood rush right back to his face. "A-ah— r-really?" His knees almost buckle at your smile. "So good." You step back again, "Bye Matt."

He opens his mouth and closes it again trying to get something out before you disappear into the back again....he'll have to think about your offer.

tags 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚: @inspiredangel @whore4mattsturniolo @domizmez @sosasturns @drewswife @strnilolover @roguemp3 @oopsiedaisydeer @t0riiiis @sturniolosrtewsexy @courta13 @luckysouls

a/n:.... MY SHAYLAS.

[baocean]

𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪

⤷ chapter seven - happy wife, happy life

tagged: johnbroutledge, popeheyward

jjmaybank: thx for havin us @kustudentnewspaper

popeheyward: 😁😁

kiaracarrera: i have to deal with this aftermath

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rafecam: i was also there btw just for all of jj’s flings to know i’m also relevant

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sarahcam: ok campus celebs

cleoanderson: oh jesus christ jj 😣

her phone

as soon as the door to rafe's apartment opens, kie walks into the space and looks at her best friend, shaking her head. "you've really done it this time, jj."

jj leans back, propping his arm up on the top of the couch.

you push through the door, eyes landing on the blond. your heartrate spikes, all the feelings from watching him perform his stupid bit during the interview flood back, anger shooting through your viens.

he’s been waiting for this, he knows exactly what’s coming, but he’s in no rush to give you the satisfaction of seeing him flustered.

instead, he's grinning, cocky as always. “uh-oh. you look mad. did i do something to upset you?”

“you think it’s funny, huh?” your voice is low, the irritation bubbling to the surface. you cross your arms as your gaze sharpens.

“depends, you know, because, i like to think i’m a pretty funny guy.” he's still smiling, completely unbothered.

"what's funny is that people are only interested in you when i'm involved. no one cares about jj maybank until he's blowing a kiss to his future wife." you smile, but the last part comes out bitter.

it's not true, not really. jj is practically a god on this campus. he's probably got eighteen dm's in his inbox right now telling him how hot he is. he'll probably have ten more by tomorrow morning asking if he's actually taken. but, it lands how you want it- makes jj's eyebrows raise, just enough to know you've got him.

rafe lets out a loud snort, taking a long sip of his drink afterwards, clearly enjoying the show.

"so you admit it? you're my future wife. see, i knew it. i knew you liked me." jj nods, pointing a finger a you as he smiles. your leverage on him doesnt last long, because he leans back like he's won this.

"you don't know shit." your shoulders move as you speak, voice dipping back down.

"i know enough." jj raises an eyebrow, his grin faltering for just a second.

you tick, practically shaking. “you know j, you’ve got some weird obsession with pretending you know everything about me. but you never do, you never will.”

jj's grin disappears completely now, and he shifts in his seat, rubbing the back of his neck as he leans foward. his mouth opens to say something, then closes again.

then, "okay. i get it, that was a dick move. i'm sorry."

you don’t say anything at first, just crossing your arms tightly, your gaze unwavering. he shifts again.

"it was just what we do, you know? light banter, right- um, okay, i crossed a line, it won't happen again. i am sorry, though."

"holy shit, yn. i think you broke him, i have never heard jj maybank apologize, not once." rafe sits up, looking between the two of you with a glint of humor in his eye.

you stand there for a long moment, processing the unexpected sincerity in his words. the anger doesn’t fully fade, but you can’t deny that his apology, no matter how bad it came out, was genuine.

you exhale, shaking your head as you step back, rolling your eyes. "you're such a pain, maybank."

he lets out a small, relieved laugh, though still a bit awkward. "yeah, well...it’s kinda my thing."

despite your frustration, a small smile tugs at the corner of your mouth. you turn toward the kitchen, not giving him the satisfaction of seeing you softened by his apology.

when he's sure you're busy in his kitchen and won't hear him, rafe leans towards jj. "no happy wife, no happy life. first rule, jj."

jj is still watching you from the couch as you pull open the fridge. he eyes rafe for a second, his mouth twists a bit, shaking his head. "shut the hell up, man.”

xoxo, mimi

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[serejae]

I LOVE YOU, IM SORRY. | C.SC

pairing : seungcheol x reader

WHAT !! : in which youre unsatisfied with the way you treated seungcheol throughout your relationship, but destiny will always bring you back….right? (or in which you messed up your relationship with him and the 4 times you tried to fix it and the 1 time it worked out)

warnings: so self indulgent, if ur my ex bby i know we’re still contacted but come back 💔💔💔💔 readers a ass in the beginning, open ending

w.c : 2872

a/n : i never really see angst where the reader messes up and i decided to display it with my experience el oh el . hope you all enjoy

-

you laid in bed beating yourself up for the nth time. youve been in a rotation of screaming into your pillow, walking around the house, and journaling (or at least attempting to) but you still cant get the guilt and regret off your shoulders

its been almost 2 years since, since the argument, since the day you ended things, since the day you ran away afraid of hurting yourself and let alone him even more than you already did.

everyone you know has told you to move on because theyre sure he already has too but its harder said than done, how could you go on with life knowing you hurt someone who was so willing to give you everything you wanted because of your own selfishness

and as bad as it sounded, you hoped he’d reach out first as desperate as you wanting to catch up so you can show him the new version of you. the version who was ready to commit, a better person, willing to love him correctly. not crazy or stupid like the one before, the one he had the unfortunate case of dating

so now youre stuck in this 3 activity cycle because no one wants to hear you mope about your asshole tendencies to seungcheol, youve sent him a couple messages apologizing and hoping to be civil to which he replied accepting every single one a couple hours later

why wasnt it enough though?

its because you wanted more, and you knew it. you wanted him to reply immediately and accept your apology as well as begging you to come back because you knew not even deep

down, straight foward youd accept it

you longed for his ‘good mornings’, ‘i miss you’, ‘i love you’’s that you took for granted

all because of that one day (s)

you decided that this cycle of wanting ends now, all these cowardly attempts will stop. so you grabbed your coat and put on your shoes and drove to his place

to make up for that night and those days

-

“i just dont understand why you wont talk to me whenever you feel a certain way instead of running away” seungcheol sighed as he ran his hands through his hair as he sat on the couch watching you pace around the living room

“what part of ‘i dont want to’ do you not get” you raised your voice slightly as you paused to stand infront of seungcheol

“i dont get it because i love you.” he replied calmly as he reached to grab your hand and caressing it. and as he looked up at you you saw it in his eyes, the longing for those 3 words you never said back to him. he was always patient with you, the first time he said ‘i love you’ to you he saw the hesitation and understood, he allowed you go at your own pace until you felt ready. but it got to a point, a point where he started to doubt himself and to a point where you could read it.

“i…i cant.”

its not like you didnt love him, you loved him more than anything, more than yourself

and thats what scared you

you know the saying “you cant love someone until you love yourself”?

bullshit.

he was the reason you forgot you hated yourself because you were so inlove with him

and your pride was the one thing holding you back from facing the fear

“what?” seungcheol said pulling you out of your thoughts

you looked back at him to see his eyebrows furrowed

“you cant say you love me or you cant love me?” his tone became a bit more furrious

you didnt say anything, just stood there which was the first mistake you realized you made throughout this relationship out of the many

“im willing to wait for you yn, because i love you. i love you so much, i never want to rush you to tell me you love me back but its been almost months now. im starting to doubt myself”

you didnt know how to process his words, not knowing how to comfort him you did what you did best

leave.

“this is too much for me” thats all you managed to get out before you left the house without looking back

you heard his protest as you left but they went ignored, like how seungcheol felt in your relationship

-

seungcheol stood there watching the door close. he never understood how people could be so shocked they freeze but now that he was experiencing it first hand he didnt know what to do

should he run after you?

leave you alone?

was this the end between you two?

this couldnt be, you wouldnt let a small argument get between you two

right?

-

the first time reaching out.

seungcheol had reached out to you, it was about a week since you left the house without deciding if you two were actually over

he spent each day opening the message app and clicking on your contact name hoping he’ll see the 3 bubbles letting him know you were still thinking of him

so when he was finally fed up with it he sent you a message hoping itll give you a change of heart, he wanted you to know he didnt mean any of the bad things he said and that he still cares for you

“hi, i hope this finds you well but uhm i just wanted to know where we stand. im sorry if i overwhelmed you the last time we saw each other but i really want us to work out, you mean a lot to me and i love you, so much. but i cant keep hanging onto this silence from you. text me back when you can? i love you, and im sorry”

read

you had woken up from your pity nap to his message and spent the entire following week fighting the thoughts in your head

if you replied and told him you wanted to come back, youd still be in doubt about yourself and cause more trouble for the both lf you guys, but if you replied and told him you didnt want to get back together, itll cause a very strange and awkward tension between you two so just ignored the message and left him wondering

now that you think about it, it was a horrible idea but you didn’t know how to solve this. you didnt want to bring more pain to him but you couldnt bring pain to yourself either

so you stared at the message he sent a month later

“i waited for a month and im assuming we’re over? it sucks but i respect your decision. i hope you find someone for you, thank you for the memories we’ve had you’ve been good to me. i love you and im sorry for not being enough”

read

laying on your bed wrapped in a blanket resting on your side the tears fell on your phone. you didnt want him to think he wasnt enough when it was the opposite way around, but its too late now. all you could do was hope he found peace

-

seungcheol sat on the couch and sighed resting against it as he opened up the message only to see read for the nth time. was it really over between you two? is he never gonna be able to wake up to your face again?

maybe thats the way life goes

he just pushed his luck a little too much

-

the second time reaching out

its been a couple months, you kept his last messages in your ‘recent messages’ on your texting app. so each time you opened to text someone you still saw his contacy name with the words “i waited over a month….” underneath. youd be lying if you said it didnt hurt but it did, it stung that you let go of one of the best people in your life

so out of impulse, instead of texting your bestfriend a reply to her latest message you clicked on his name

“cheol 🩶”

“this is really sudden but i cant help but still feel guilty. i shouldve been better and replied to you but i was really scared. i was scared of hurting you and myself but im sorry, im sorry for not reaching out sooner, im

sorry for being a dick, im sorry for not being a good partner. i hope youre doing good and i wish you the best”

you held your breath as you sent it. it took you about a hour constantly rephrasing the words. you didnt want it to sound too lengthy or too short. you wanted to sound sincere but not that you longed for him even though you did.

took him exactly 3 hours and 19 minutes from when you sent the message to reply. you waited 22 minutes to open it, you kept refreshing the screen because his reply only had 12 words.

12

words

“no problem, i wish you the best, you were a good partner :)”

the smiley face really topped it off you could see how he was trying to downplay the situation to have you feel not as guilty , but you were ready for anything

to be blocked, to get yelled at over text, for him to be disappointed but this really twisted the knife

he was so civil about it, he wasnt angry, he wasnt stressed about it

so why were you?

maybe it was the fact you were the asshole while he was the victim. the victim who stood by you and tried to understand you only to be hurt. deciding not to push it you left his message on read and turned off your phone and sighed

-

when seungcheol got home from hanging out with jeonghan, he turned on his phone after not checking it to see your contact name as one of the first notifications. he said rubbed his eyes frantically and turned off and on his phone again to make sure he wasnt seeing things

clicking on the notification his heart clenched

he hoped you meant everything you said, but its kinda hard to believe when all he could see were words. he’d much rather hear it from you but he doubted his luck at this point.

sending a small reply of what hes able to get out now he hoped youll rack up the courage for you to see him, or maybe he will

-

the third time reaching out

the third time you reached out wasnt your proudest moment. your friend convinced you to finally go out after mopping about seungcheol for the last months. the main point she gave was

“you already apologized, he forgave, what are you waiting for now?”

she was right, he clearly showed no sign of wanting to get back together so you have to live your life without him whether you liked it or not

and it didnt turn out too well. all you could remember was drinking your face off and then opening your eyes in your bed, still in your outfit. assuming your friend brought you home you picked up your phone and unlocked it to immediately see your text log with seungcheol making your heart drop

there were 3 messages in total since your last apology

“chwol i msiss hou so mwuch came beck i love you se mych”

you saw he read it immediately but took 19 minutes to reply

“yn your drunk, get some rest. stay safe”

“im nat i love you, im sorry”

seungcheol left you on seen.

somehow to your and his suprise the only word you could spell right was ‘i love you’

especially seungcheol. the whole day he subconsciously kept going back to look at the message to see if youd come back and apologize or even try and clear things up but the most important thing to him was the “i love you”

did you mean it?

when he first saw the message on his phone at 2:22 from you saying “i love you” his heart stopped, well until he read the rest of the message, it was clear you were drunk but he hated how it still had an effect on him

drunk words were sober thoughts but still, he wished to hear those 3 words from you when you were intoxicated.

seungcheol still longed for you to tell him you love him even after these months but his expectations for you were low. as much as he’d hate to say it, he began to give up on the chance you’d love him again

but he still loved you.

-

the fourth time reaching out (sorta)

its been a year and a half since you both had ended things. admittedly you realized your issues and worked on yourself, you weren’t ashamed to admit that you were a horrible person before cause you were. but now you can at least be proud with the person youve became

you took time away from those associated with seungcheol to avoid seeing him and breaking down your healing process but now you were finally ready to face everyone and most importantly

apologize to seungcheol in person

walking inside hoshi’s party the music was blasting, everyone was talking to one another and you walked around looking for some familiar faces.

jeonghan was the first to greet you, he hugged you while mumbling questions asking of how youve been and what youve been up to. but as he hugged you he turned your body to face seungcheol.

you looked up and saw his eyes. he stared at you as if he never saw you before and froze once again

the same way he did when you left

jeonghan whispered a “go talk to him” before leaving.

as cliche as it sounded, in a room full of people you both stared at eachother blanky

he wss the first to smile slight at you and you took that as a go sign to walk to him

as you made you way to him time moved slow, it seemed like everyone wasnt there anymore, just you and him

and like time went back to normal youre now standing infront of him

“seung-“

“cheol!”

you heard another voice call him by his nickname

looking for the voice you found it belonged to another woman.

it was hard to not assume the worst especially when you looked up and saw his embarrassed face.

“i love you….im sorry”

those two words were all you said before you left

again.

but this time you walked away with not the regret of being afraid but instead regretting the fact you let him

go to be with someone else

with tied in with how much you hated yourself for being so selfish you couldnt or rather didnt want to imagine him with anyone other than you

but there was no one to blame but you

walking back to your car you sat in the driver seat and laid on the horn while screaming letting out every single feeling youve felt and held in despite thinking youve let go

i guess somethings never leave

your love for him.

“excuse me?” you looked up at the old lady

you rolled down the window and tilted your head

“your horn” she awkwardly laughed

“oh right. sorry.” you chuckled awkwardly as she left, you reclined your seat back wanting to disappear

-

the fifth time reaching out

seungcheol spent the entire night and day after the party consoling himself. he tried to convince himself that you already moved on so what happened last night didnt mean much.

you werent worried were you?

she was just his cousin but you wouldnt be jealous or bothered because you had moved on

moved on

moved on

moved

oh fuck it. he hoped you didnt.

but he had spent the entire year and a half, almost 2 years afraid to go for what he wants. but life was too short

life was too short to hold him to get you back

whether it ends with him getting slapped or completely heart broken

its okay with him

so as he opens his door with his shoss on he-

you.

you looked as almost shocked as him as he opened the door

you both jumbled your words

“i-“

“well-“

“but-“

“hi.”

you both said

there was a moment of silence of you two deciding what to do, or who should speak first

you shook your head and decided to go first

“i love you

im sorry.”

he froze, the words he longed to hear from you finally hit his ears. there was no ‘and’ between the ‘i love you’ and ‘im sorry’. its as if you were apologizing for loving him like you were scared

and he knew you were. so hearing it made it 10 times better

the silence from him caused you to be able to hear your heartbeat, you looked up and seen him smiling warmly as he opened his arms

your lips curved up slightly as you entered his embrace

“i love you

i havent stopped”

[maybe-im-dark]

Half the boyfriend, half the fun

The first thing Wade felt was cold. Not the gentle coolness of an autumn breeze or the refreshing chill of freshly fallen snow. No, this was a biting, numbing cold. His vision was blurry and his body felt...off. he tried to move but nothing happened. As he blinked away the fog in his brain and looked down at himself the realization hit him like a punch in the gut —his legs were gone.

"Crap!", he muttered in a raspy voice.

Slowly the memories returned. He and Logan had been on a mission, targeting a group of small-time criminals, who had holed up in the woods. Get there, take them out, get the cash, done. But apparently something had gone horribly wrong.

"Logan?", he called out.

No answer.

Panic flared as he looked around the wooded area. Using his arms, he began to crawl foward, twigs and pine needles digging into his stomach. Not caring for the blood trail he left behind. A few yards away he spotted Logan and the sight made his heart skip a beat. Logan looked just as bad, if not worse. Instead of being cut, his body was ripped off at one of the vulnerable intervertebral discs, that were not adamantium, torn apart brutally. One half of his metal spine was sticking out of his torso, glinting against the bloodied mess of torn skin, flesh and tendons.

"Oh, no, no, no!" Wade mumbled, dragging himself as quickly to Logan's side, as his upper half would allow. "Come on, peanut, don't do this to me!"

Logan's healing factor was strong, but unlike Wade, he couldn't regrow limbs. They needed to be attached to his body, for the wounds to start closing. Unfortunately Logan's lower half was nowhere in sight. Wade's mind raced. His belt was nearby, scattered in a pile of dried leaves. Wade rolled onto his side, grabbing it. Thankfully his Hello Kitty fliphone —small enough to fit into one of the tiny pockets— was in there for emergencies.

His fingers shook so badly that it was difficult to press the small buttons. As he went through the contact list, the adrenaline started to wear off and the pain set in. Today was really turning out to be a shit day.

The phone barely rang twice, before Dopinder picked up.

"Hey, Mr. Pool, what can i do for you on this fine day?", the cab driver's familiar thick indian accent greeted him.

"Cut the chit-chat, Dopinder! Shit has hit the fan and it's flying everywhere! Get to the coordinates i'm sending, stat!"

He hung up, quickly typing in their location and hitting send twice in agitation.

It didn't take long. Ten minutes later, Wade heard the distant screech of tires as Dopinder slammed on the brakes, skidding to a stop. Dopinder hurried over, as fast as he could on the uneven ground. When he saw Wade and Logan, he looked as though he was about to puke, pressing a hand over his mouth.

"Yeah, i know! America's next topmodel isn't in our future anytime soon! Now pull yourself together for fuck's sake!", Wade yelled. "You need to help me find Logan's legs. They're around here somewhere."

Dopinder nodded, his legs wobbling, as he searched the area. A moment later he returned, cradling Logan's legs to his chest like a baby. They were still inside the yellow pants and blue boots. And why would they have undressed him? Surely nobody was that sick. Wade pushed the distracting thoughts aside.

"Alright Dopinder", he instructed, trying his best to sound calm. "Attach them to his torso. He'll up on his own."

Dopinder followed the instructions, carefully pressing Logan's lower half against his upper body. Nothing happened. Logan's wounds remained open, his body still split in two.

"Maybe...maybe he's already dead?" Dopinder suggested, looking uneasy at Logan's unconscious form.

"No, he's just passed out", Wade said. Then quietly to himself: "I hope he stays that way. I'd rather he didn't have to see this sight himself."

The wheels inside Wade's brain turned as he wracked his brain for what to do next. "We need to prevent his body parts from dying off! Ice! We need ice! Dopinder get us to a gas station, quick!"

Wade grabbed Logan's legs and Dopinder hoisted him under one arm and Logan's torso under the other, rushing back to the car. Wade maneuvered himself onto the passenger's seat as Dopinder carefully laid Logan's halves on the backseat.

Then he sped off, ignoring speed limits, though to Wade the drive still felt far too slow. Every red light cost them precious minutes. Finally they pulled up to the first gas station and Dopinder sprinted inside.

Desperately Wade turned to look at Logan. His skin was ashen with deep shadows under his eyes, that hadn't been there before.

"Hold on, honey", Wade whispered, reaching out to gently stroke Logan's disheveled dark brown hair.

A tingling sensation ran through Wade, as he realized, with some relief, that small stumps were beginning to form below his hips. His own legs were regenerating, at last. At least something was working as it should.

Dopinder returned, carrying two large plastic containers and several bags of crushed ice. He filled both containers two the brim with ice, carefully placing Logan's upper half in one and his lower half in the other.

"This is sick! Just sick!" Dopinder murmured as he took in the sight.

"Quit whining and drive to the mansion!" Wade barked.

Dopinder swallowed. But...shouldn't he be in a hospital?"

Wade rolled his eyes. "Yeah and what are you going to tell the doctors? 'Oh the guy in pieces here is actually a mutant with self healing powers, that aren't working right now. If you could fix him up, please!' Newsflash: Most people aren't too fond of mutants! These anti-mutant-propaganda-posters all over the city aren't just for show!"

Dopinder opened his mouth to respond, then closed it again, nodding stiffly. He got behind the wheel and drove off. On one hand Wade felt guilty for going off on him. It wasn't fair. But on the other hand, he didn't give a fuck. Right now Logan's wellbeing wad all that mattered, everything else could wait.

"The gate's closed!" Dopinder said as they approached the mansion.

The school was an imposing building from the 19th century made of grey stones, its turrets and bay windows making it look more like a castle.

"Should we...announce ourselves?"

Wade shook his head. "Just drive right through!"

Dopinder floored it, crashing through the gate. The metal wings bend inward, scraping the sides of the car with a horrible screech as a shower of sparks flew across the windshield. Whatever. The professor could cover the damage; the old fart was loaded.

Dopinder parked, leaping out of the car. Wade wadled behind him on his tiny stumps.

"Help!" Dopinder screamed, pounding on the entrance door. "We need help!"

"Yeah, we have a medical emergency! Screw what Professor Egghead says, come out here!" Wade joined in.

The door swung open revealing Hank McCoy in a white lab coat over a beige cable-knit sweater and corduroy pants.

"Mr Wilson, i believe we made it clear, that you are not welcome here! And to have the audacity to insult the professor..."

"Come off it, cookie monster! Logan's badly injured and he won't heal!" Wade cut him off.

Hank adjusted his glasses, irritated. "Yes, yes. I'll take a look at him right away."

"Oh my stars and garters!", he exclaimed as he saw Logan's body halves in the ice-filled containers.

"Holy crap!"

Jean Grey had joined them, without Wade noticing. Not exactly ladylike to curse like that. Did Cyclops know his fiancée used such language?

Using telekinesis, Jean carefully levitated Logan's body parts, guiding them as she and Hank rushed back to the mansion. Wade followed as quickly as his stubby legs would allow.

"What are you gonna do? Will he be okay? Why...?"

The door slammed shut in his face.

Outraged, he turned to Dopinder. "Really? They're just leaving the readers with a cliffhanger like that? Well, to be continued i guess."

[blueishspace]

Hero, Villain, God 7

(Prev) (Next) (First)

*Grian's pov*

You are in your Poultryman form, in the middle of the night, jumping across buildings. You could fly but it's exciting to travel like this, a bit more thrilling, and It's not like a fall like this is going to kill a god like you.

Along the way you do stop a bunch of crime, Poultryman would be a pretty bad vigilante persona if you didn't, nothing big though... ...Until the building on your left explodes out of nowhere!

The first thought in your mind is something akin to "yay! Explosion", It's part of being the god of chaos.

Your second thought is "explosions don't usually happen in mortal cities...something is very wrong", that's part of being a vigilante and that is the thing you decide to focus on right now.

You fly closer to the burning building, It's hard at first to not relish in the chaos and smoke but you force yourself to press foward. There are people inside, you can feel them calling out... it almost sounds like prayer... you fly in and you grab them and bring them out one by one. Soon you find aren't the only one helping, someone else is here grabbing people and flying out. Golden wings and a western aesthetic, this must be-

"Hello Sheriff."

"Poultryman, didn't expect to see you all the way here pardner"

You try to ignore the man of clear british descent attempts at a western american accent... You still cringe behind the mask.

"Oh you know, saw an explosion and just had to check it out"

He looks at you, it hard to gauge the emotion from the expression but you don't need divinity to hear the mental debate going on in his brain.

"... Good job on that by the way, we managed to get everyone out with no casualties... I...don't know if I could have managed that alone"

Huh, very different from HotGuy this one, you appreciate the compliment but it's weird to get it from a hero so high up in the rankings... You check him mind and it doesn't seem to be a trap which is ...even weirder. You are a vigilante after all and his job is to capture you, a compliment to lower your defenses should have been one of the first things to try... Perhaps he knows already it wouldn't work.

You look back to him, he turns to the burning building... You smirk.

"Are you saying that I'm ...better then you?".

What follows is ...silence, then the Sheriff turns so quickly.

Then sputtering.

"WHAT!? No! You just ...arrived earlier. That's it."

"Nah, I think It's just because I'm better"

"How.dare.you? I am the Sheriff, I am the law, you will respect me."

"Nuh huh"

"You can't just-"

You get up when he tries to lunge at you.

"Missed! Too bad"

"Gosh! I can't believe I thanked you!"

He shouts at you, he doesn't actually sound nad though. He's enjoying himself too... It is much more fun this way.

"I know, an horrible decision on your part really"

"Well then I'm taking back my compliments"

*Gasp* How could he do something so heinous to you? The great Poultryman! This will not stand!

"No! You can't do that! No take backsies!"

"Too bad, Poultryman you are no longer thanked"

"Noooooo! How could you Sheriff? So cruel of you!"

You both look at eachother and begin laughing, some of the people you have rescued look at the two of you like you have grown a second head ... You do check you didn't do that accidentally, revealing your godhood by growing an appendage like that would have been at the very least embarassing.

Suddenly a feminine voice, must be the Ocean queen, speaks up.

"Sheriff, I'm glad everyone is out of the building and you're having fun but did it have to be the vigilante we have to capture?"

Oh right, you forgot about that. Well time to take your leave.

"Right... About that... I might need to do a rain check on that! Bye!"

And you are gone. Thinking about it later, that building just going boom like that was pretty suspicious.

Yeetit @/yeetoryeet33

My office building exploded lmao and Poultryman started bantering with Sheriff. I am starting to think I was drugged.

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|Uhhhhh @/Wowzers3809What do you mean your office building exploded!?!?

OceanQueen ☑️ @/AnarmyofAxolotls No, Sheriff is not romantically persuing a Vigilante, all and any bantering that happened was non-romantic, please stop flooding my buisness email with questions about my coworkers sex lives.

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| Sheriff ☑️ @/Canarywthagun Yes, I would never do that to my dear friend HotGuy. ||Hotguy☑️ @/HGofficial. Sheriff WHY must you do this to me? |||OceanQueen ☑️ @/AnarmyofAxolotls Sheriff you nincompoop, do you want to create a PR nightmare?

Tdfyh @/randombullshitgo

Sooo, am I the only one to get siblings vibes from Poultryman and Sheriff?

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|OceanQueen ☑️ @/AnarmyofAxolotls Back off Sheriff is my brother, Poultryman can get his own. || Tdfyh @/randombullshitgo What do you mean he's your brother!?! |||OceanQueen ☑️ @/AnarmyofAxolotls ... I shouldn't have said that.

Bluish @/blueishspace

After recent revelations I have made these:

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|Bluish @/blueishspace. Yes, I have no life. How did you know?

[stanley-the-sniper]

Making this 2 in a row...

An apology for any misspelled words or bad grammar English is not my native language. I am a fervent follower of Stanxeno, my blog is supposed to be Stan interacting with Xeno and others, you know, so "toma ya" i´ll add poly

No warnings, maybe just bad wording¿¿¿¿¿¿, reader is gn no prof read¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿

Rivals-to friends (only you think this)-to lovers

I see Stanley as a quite guy, like for the sake of this one, when you two meet, where in the age of dudes and lads and youngsters. This will make sense foward.

So I'm gonna change a little this, I'm sorry for anon tho specially if you got someting else in mind, more than enemies to lovers... You two were rivals to lovers.

But all people may say that you were actually enemies. I guess I can´t decide.

At the beginning you two were like just two kids that never get along, even in elementary school you succeded in getting the teacher to force you into grabing your hands in the middle of the yard all the reces.

So that day changed the dynamic a little.

After that unbeliveable and catastrophic event you two made, like and mutual and silent agreement, that the epic and sensless battle will continue in a less flamboyant way.

Xeno was just a mere spectactor, honestly for him was so fun to watch you too figth constantly, only over a second place, almost in everything, academic related. "Very unelegant of you Stan, figthing for the fisrt place of the losers in the honor roll*"

*Here in México we name "cuadro de honor" the glass were the highest scores of the alumni were presented, i dunno how you guys call that.

"Yeah, but it´s woth it" a small smile forms in his pretty face.

An indeed is so worth it, in school getting high grades on P.E. is easy, but during class, and football and basketball games, you hated as much as he simply left you biting the dust, unlike him, you do need to get along with the team to overcome him, what's more, even though they weren't your friends, there wasa certain group of kids that hated Stanley.

"That girly will pay" you heard some random kid say, obviously jealous that Stanley was the popular among all the girls.

But those mundane jealousy towards him were insignificant compared to your cause, none would undertand the meening all of this rivalry, neither you two, they only have a unilateral and unimportant competition.

Instead you, or yours was a war between the two.

Even so, you end up defeated in the bench, hiding from the sun of that afternoon. "A pointless contention to be honest" you hear Xeno whose was sitting in a higher step of the stands, his gorgeos onyx eyes watching you with obvious superiority.

Oh that sly smile of him, was a killer for you.

"Easy for you to say, your always first on the honor roll" you can feel your cheeks hot, you just hope so that the pevious run function as a pretext to go unnoticed.

Passing his thin leg on the other, knee against his elbow and wrist holding his chin, Xeno looks at you, his lips psrting a little wanting to say something, you without knowing that a projectile would end up hitting your head, thus interrupting the scene.

Angry, turn towards the direction of that ball, shoulders showing indefferent, and avoiding the look, Stanley says nothing, clearly being the guilty and with dozens of witnesses to prove the attack. Even so, the irrationality of a 10 -year -old child surpasses you, making a small fight with the other, the two ended again waiting for the director, as in the old days.

Xeno knows whats really happening bewteen you two... three.

But he will take his damn time to make you both realized, also for now he doesnt care at all in that matter.

Everything will come in time.

It is four or five years later when Stanley catches up whats the issue. Its a long day thinking for himself, that a double crush and conflict are posible, obvs Xeno was there, he didnt has to say to much to help Stan undestand the true feellings in all this.

"You'd have said something" he wines to his boyfriend

"Nah it wasn't a priority, also, it was fun to watch and flattering"

By this time, Stanley seemed to loss interest in your little quarrel, it was, sad, and kinda heartbreaking for you, just that you didn´t know why. Maybe you guys are growing up, and yeah you spent time with his real close friend Xeno.

( I have a short story for this but later i´ll share)

But something was different, and because of that you tried to make new conections, even get a sweaty hand, and secret kisses partner, it didnt go well, you were like dating a pet, you felt like dealing more with a responsibility or an act that truly be with someone.

Fortunately for you, you did not have to end that painful relationship, the person seemed more desperate to end up with you after insisting on their part to go together.

Weird, but it works so you don't think much about it.

After that, Stanley approaches you, he does not start a sentimental relationship, it is more, a strange friendship, after so many years of rivalry who would say it, end up being friends.

Of course that was not the intention, from here a slow burn begins between the three, both young and beatiful boys putting you into their relationship, without you knowing.

In your life it occurred to you to go out with two at the same time, so for you they were always the best friends forever and ever.

Nor never pass through your head try to go out with someone else, your relationship with Xeno and Stanley, it was already comfortable and pleasant enough.

Until both released the bomb, several times separately and together, which is when you connect the dots.

Woa, WOA!

Who expected it? because you didn't.

In relationship(even tho you didnt know it at some point in the beginnig)

Who would have imagined it, Stanley is really attentive when he proposes it, well, thinking about it, he was always attentive, or how was he able to be one step ahead in some of your misadeventures.

He really knows what you'll need and can even prevent other issues you might come, thats an habit of him, spending most of his time with Xeno, he learned to prevent and be prepare. But he just do that for you, he likes his malewife to take care of him.

By long periods of time, you two were alone, mostly 'cause someone, even in at a young age, were already busy, doing school exchanges or trips for specialized studies.

Stanley is always capable of making you feel better, it was something mutual, but you always felt that he helped you the most, not knowing that your mere presence in the absence of Xeno, made him strong enough to take care for both of you.

You and him are the physical ones, sandwiching Xeno when he has the time, so it´s very usual to found both of you always entangled in the sofa or the bed (more ahead in the relationship) before that, the hand in sholder, sholder bumps and other subtle contact was always there. As far as you let them go for your confort.

He will always take care of the cockroach or spider in the bathroom. And he enjoys it, being his hero, for both of you (more an assasin or executor for Xeno tho)

You are the sunshine, is not that you´re naive, is just that you´re good, not a golden heart, but good morals and all, you too got mad when Xeno´s proyect was dejected, CEOs and politicians you learn to dislike them. In school, you weren´t a leader, but always tried to bring the best for community, being the treasurer of the student council, gave you a lot of work, Stanley and Xeno, were always there, in the dejected proposals and always giving you good feedback.

You are spoiled, double spoiled when Xeno was free, that always felt so unfair to you, but you just didn´t know that you give them what they always forget to give eachother. Indulge in Xeno rants and attention to Stan.

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That one time when you were a buch of kiddos...

A science fair was comming, you had to make your brains blow up, to come up with something huge nd finally win over your long live rival, yeah second place is the high you can get, but you dont feel so bad about it, regarding to Xeno Houston Wingfield you got zero complaints. He deserved the world. But that aside, Stanley Snyder how can you beat that not so wimp cute ass of him?

Unless

"That´s treason!" Pretty angry eyes, finger pointing to your partner in crime. A triunphant smile ornate your face.

"You never asked me for help..." Xeno removing his childhood friend from him "...besides they came up with a cool idea I couldn't resist"

You won that battle, making a mini enviormental system capable of producing their own ozone and several atmosopheral layers was beyond to be expected from a childs fair where, there were mostly battery potatoes, solar system diagrams and exploding volcanos.

Oh but that victory was far from being one.

"That´s obviusly cheating, pairing up with Xeno, thought you got more honor on yourself" Oh he said it, you reluctantly answered that he was a bad loser, but deep down you felt the burning of his truth. That was not a true victory.

Because in the words of Xeno, his rivalry practically consisted of who made the best feathers display before him.

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I wanted to write more but i'm out of ideas and honeslty i suck at writting just hope you like it >u<

[spaceycat]

Fic request where the reader asks Steve Rogers to draw her “like one of his French girls” 🤨

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white rabbit has returned, UH YES?? i think we all kinda glossed over the fact that steve was actually a really good artist? even though we only saw it for like 2 seconds, enjoy !!!

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➶-͙ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ...  ╰┈➤ 𝚒𝚝'𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 ࣪𖤐.ᐟ

♫ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: meet me in the hallway by harry styles (3:47)

✰ pairing: steve rogers x reader

✰ cw: fluffy, kissing, shared feelings, swearing

✰ word count: 0.6k+

✰ summary: reader finds out that her bestfriend steve can draw, and asks him to try and draw her. it soon leads to feelings shared.

✰ a/n: this is such a mood change from my usual posting of until dawn, enjoy regardless?? also fun fact i haven't watched titanic sooooo

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༺colour chart༻ reader ❀ steve ☀︎

You were looking for something in Steve's drawers, it was normal for you to do so - you were bestfriends after all. You were searching when you accidentally bumped the drawer, books and journals falling to the floor. "Shit--" You'd mumble to yourself, crouching down to pick up the mess of books, that's when one caught your eye - a journal full of drawings. You never thought Steve was one to be the drawing type, always caught up in work with the Avengers or something of the sort. You'd pick it up, realising it was a journal dating back to his time in the war. As you flipped through the pages, you saw sketches of trains, landscapes, the occasional drawing of Bucky or Peggy. Your eyes eventually landed on one of a monkey dressed up in his Captain America outfit, a monkey on a unicycle on a tight rope? Why would he draw this.. that's when Steve's voice cut your thoughts.

"Hey-- you okay? I heard a thud.." You'd look over to him, standing up to face him. That's when his eyes caught you holding his sketchbook. "Uh-- yeah, I just knocked over some books and stuff.." "Where did you find that--" He'd walk over to you, grabbing the book from your hands. Looking up at you, expecting an answer. "I-- knocked it over.. like I said-- I-I never knew that you drew.. or that well for that matter." "That was a long time ago.." He'd close the book, placing it back onto the dresser. "Do you still draw?--" "I don't have much time to anymore, but yeah-- sometimes.." "Maybe.. drawing me will kickstart some artistic instincts.." "Oh-- no, I.. I shouldn't." "Oh c'mon, Stevie.. draw me like one of your french girls.." He looked at you confused, "..Titanic?" He raised a brow, "I-- what you seriously haven't watched Titanic? 'I'm flying, Jack'?" The quote made him look even more confused. "Titanic as in-- the ship?" "I'm surprised Sam hasn't shown you it.. c'mon, we'll watch it as you draw me."

Steve and you set up in the living room of his apartment - setting up snacks and drinks while you tried to find Titanic on his tv. That’s when you heard scribbling from beside you, you’d look over. Seeing Steve looking up at you then back to the paper.

“Hey— wait, I wasn’t ready.” You’d move beside him, looking at what he had drawn, it was a small sketch of you. “Oh..” You paused for a minute, “Steve this is really good—“ "Uh-- thanks.." He'd look at you, realising how close you two were. You'd grab the book from him - focusing on it so much so that you didn't notice how intently Steve was looking at you. "I am stealing this page once--" You'd look up at him, realising he was staring at you. "Uhm-- it's good." He'd grab it from you, closing it - placing it aside. "I want to try something.." He'd look at for you for a moment, "Can I kiss you?" That took you by surprise, "Steve I--" "Can I kiss you?.." He'd ask again, you'd nod. "Need a physical answer." "Yes." He'd lean foward, placing a hand to the side of your face. Placing a soft kiss to your lips, pulling back. You'd chase his lips, moving to kiss him again. Filled with passion and love, he pulled back for air. "So-- why the monkey?" "What?--" "The monkey you drew?" "Oh-- that was back during the war.. when I was just a statement piece, a show pony.." "Oh-- right, I.. I'm sorry." "Don't apologise, it wasnt your fault." He'd tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, "Are we gonna continue watching Titanic?" "Oh-- right."

ONE DOWN !!!

[shirayuricky]

(oh you sound so busy 😓 and a month is so close omg may uni be take it easy with you, fighting!! i'll look foward to it then I'm sure it will be so good 🥹)

fluff but hard thoughts (???)

this one is REALLY long .. i'm sorry !!

well, it's so embarrassing and a bit weird / cringey actually but i thought about it out of sudden and can't get it off my head pls help (pleasee ignore this if u don't like it im so embarrassed so i apologize if u think it's too weird 😅

rlly ah why i thought abt it 🫠

this is abt gunwookie btw i love him smmm

for reference i wanted to add those pictures of him wearing that snorlax onesie but i don't know why i can't add images here

reader lives alone on her apartment so she's always spending her free time doing the things that makes her happy. she rlly enjoys having these self-healing times but still feels kinda lonely sometimes, that's when she ends up falling asleep cuddling her GIANT teddy bear she got on one of that big claw machines. only when she feels lonely, she tells herself. she is good on her own... but who is she lying to? she hugs that bear so tightly every single night, that's her best friend. she didn't got close to anybody at college and the routine is tough, that fluffy bear is the only one that always hear the feelings she holds deep down her heart and she feels comforted by that she even named him and takes it all around the house, when she's watching movies, cooking and baking or just being. one night she got so worked up after watching a romance movie with unexpected hot scenes that she just couldn't sleep thinking about it. suddenly she felt her body heat up while still holding tight to her bear cause she thought hugging him again would help her sleep faster even tho it didn't. instead, she started slowing grinding on it searching for some kind of relief. when she realized she was whimpering against the bear's soft cheeks and couldn't stop riding it so she started crying she felt so needy, sad and hopeless at the same time. she felt asleep bc of all the crying and her heart breaking she just wished her teddy bear could hug her back and take care of her.

deep in her sleep she felt a really soft touch, caressing her thighs, her waist and then hear face. she tought it was a dream, but when she felt a small kiss on her cheek she woke up to the sight of the prettiest guy she's ever seen and he was smiling so prettily and sweet but still he was a stranger, obviously she would scream. her high pitched scream almost broke the cute boy's heart. why was she screaming like this after telling him i love you every night. he was teary-eyed.

"WHO TF ARE YOU? HOW DID YOU GOT IN MY ROOM YOU PERV?" she was freaking out, who wouldn't though? she was so disturbed by the vision of a unknown -tall as hell- man IN HER BED wearing fcking bear pajamas. who is tryna prank her?

he tilted his head to the side in confusion and said "it's me gunwookie"

she blinked like five times before widening her eyes and again asking herself if this is a prank, how could it be, no one knows about her shameful friendship with a teddy bear, so how could he knows the name of it? he must be a stalker.

"what are your intentions? why are you... stalking me? how do you know me?"

and he looked even more confused than her

"i just wanna take care of you, i love you so much too, it was you who brought me here and I'm so thankful that you treat me so well" he smiled again

something sparked on her brain and she looked around her room searching for the giant teddy bear until she noticed he was there anymore... it can't be...?

"wait... are you my wookie bear? what am i saying? that's impossible..."

he just nodded his head and smiled again

"are you for real??" and gunwook confirmed but seconds later his smile dropped

"why were you crying earlier? i got so worried" and he pouted sadly

oh so he is really my bear, she thought

"I was feeling too sad and lonely gunwookie :( that's why"

"is there something i can do to make you better?" he asked and she just jumped on him giving the biggest hug ever, she needed that

"just stay here with me please gunwookie"

"okay i won't go anywhere" and he hugged her back

after a moment he speaked up again "I'm so sorry"

"why are you saying that, wookie?"

"did i hurt you? you were near me doing those sounds and then you started crying, i don't really understand what happened.. it sounded like you were in pain.. did i do something wrong? please explain me and i promised i will apologize properly to you and repair any mistake"

oh this is gonna be a really long night

(oh 🍄 anon my tests for this week has ended and now i'm back to this. and i got your back! i found some pics of gunwook in a snorlax hoodie. if you're in anon, you can't share images, just links!)

so continuing on from where we left, you explained that you are not in pain, just desperate for pleasure. gunwook seems a bit clueless but when he gets what you're trying to mean, his cheeks blush in pink. he lets you take the lead, he doesn't want to hurt you. he just wanted you to feel satisfied in your sleep.

you ride his cock, bouncing up and down, as you interlocked both of your hands together with his hands. and his blush just gets more pink. he's getting flustered from the pleasure, sweet and soft moans spilling out of his lips.

after the both of you cummed, you tidied yourself up and gave gunwook a simple aftercare, solely made of cuddles. "sorry for that, i was just...needy." you apologised. "y/n, that's alright, at least you're...happy now." gunwook responded, wrapping his arms around you.

[babbling-idiot2]

Jack Frost x reader

(So, i have been in a mood, and this is where it has gotten me, so i hope you guys enjoy this, and this is the Martin Short Jack Frost from The santa Clause 3 movie. I am so not sorry for this. Enjoy, and please let me know what you all think of this!!!)

When you woke up that morning, you remember two things. The warm arms around you, knowing who was holding you, caused a smile to form on your face. The other thing you remembered was your night last night with Jack. How wonderful it had been and how you got to see a much softer side to him than anyone ever had.

You turned in your spot and looked at Jack. There he lay, his eyes closed and his face completely content. He wore his little pajama set. A blue snowflake button-up shirt and pants. Of course, it's all in style. Without the obvious frost that is usually on his clothes. The first 2 buttons on his shirt were undone, and you just couldn't help yourself. Reaching your hand over to the next button, you watched his face. You were able to open the third button without stirring him. You did the next one with much more ease, and you leaned in close. You almost felt as though he was going to wake up at any second. Slowly, you lowered your face close to his neck. You gave him a soft peck. Starting there, you continued to kiss him, starting at his neck and very slowly down to where you had opened his shirt up. By the time you got to the lowest you could without undoing the rest, you heard a deep chuckle rumble from the man next to you. Looking up, you see his eyes staring down at you. His mile was intoxicating as usual.

"Enjoying yourself my dear?"

Jack says as he brings his hand up close to your cheek. He strokes your heekbone with his thumb and tilts his head slightly.

"The question jack, is are you, enjoying yourself?"

He smiles even wider and hum.

"Very much. I really wouldn't mind you waking me up like this more often. It's a wonderful sight to behold."

Smiling you make your way up closer to his face. You bring your hand up to his mused hair and you run your fingers through it. You bring your hand down and you trace his jawbone. You hear him emit a deep growling sound in his chest and you smirk.

"Do you have something you need to tell me Mr. Frost?"

His smile slightly drops and he leans in close to you. His hand making it's way up to the back of your head.

"Kiss me."

Leaning in, wasting no time you encase his lips with yours. He hungrily devours you. He slightly nips at your lips and pusges foward a bit. He's able to rearange both you to where you are now under him and he is laying partially on top of you and on the bed. He can't get enough of your lips and doesn't want to stop.

Suddenly the phone next to the bed rings. Its a christmas jingle of sorts that you can't quite place. You hear Jack scoff at the sound and he almost doesn't even want to answer it. He reaches over and wraps his hand around the phone. Pulling close to his ear.

"Frost?"

He listen closely and you try to listen in but can't hear much.

"Yeah, I'm on my way, and yes I will wake up Ms. L/n on my. Thank you."

He hangs up the phone and looks back to you. He leans in close again and kisses your lips one last time before getting dressed. You get up and get dressed as well. You were able to actually remember to bring a fresh set of clothes with you this time, considering the last time you had to wear the same thing for two days straight. It was not easy to explain to Scott. Walking over to jack, you fix his tie and make sure his jacket has no wrinkle. He smiles down at you and you smile back.

"Will you come back to my room tonight or will I have to convince you like I did last night?"

Laughing, you look down. You shake your head.

"No, no convincing this time. I'll come back, but you need to do one thing for me."

He tilts his head.

"Anything."

Looking up you smile and take his hand.

"Cook me something special?"

He scoffs.

"You have no idea what is coming to you. I just so happen to be an amazing cook, just you wait."

You start to lead him to the door and you open it. Kissing him one last time you both start to walk down the hall. Back to community service with him and back to being his boss for you.

[gtlurker]

Little mini dribble based on a comment by @i-am-beckyu

I carefully apply a light rosy lipstick to the bow of my lips, tracing the edges with care like Im painting a master peice that will sell for millions. I admire the color texture of the lipstick in the mirror for a moment to long, fully aware of the giant growing impatient not ten feet away from me.

Yes, it's safer to do this in a studio where I have all the proper equipment and extra supplies in case I run out, which, giving the size of my canvas, I just might. My mansion sized lover drums his fingers on the table behind me, finally drawing my gaze towards him.

My eyes travel up the tatted skin on his hand, and how the patterns and pictures weave up his arm, finishing where his upper arm connects to his shoulder blade. I admire the black and white ink, birds, snakes, flowers and more all move together to create a masterpiece i could only dream of making on someone so big.

The majority of the tattos I've given him can only bee seen if you look close, and reside on his fingers. He has an entire mini sleeve done on his middle finger completly donte by me. It took weeks. He's the reason I don't have to pay for practice skin, and I love him for it.

"Are we starting soon? I'd like to see the design my little love has come up with this time." He says, his smirk audible. I shudder at the nickname, loving the way the words part his lips. With a nod i begin to make my way over to the mini station set up by his outstretched hand. I inspect the area, deciding that his ring finger would be the best spot for this particular design. I lean foward, and place a gentle kiss at the base of his finger, leaving a rosy kiss mark as my stencil.

I turn my head towards him, relishing in the blush that spead across his cheek. His smirk shifts to a grin as he tries to maintain his composer. "A-arent you supposed to use a stencil?" He asks, hiding the giggle in his words. I nod. But don't respond more then grabbing my gun and beginning to trace the edges of my kiss mark. Carefully to not smudge the pattern my lips made.

The more i work on it the more i realize that it may just look like a freckle to anyone else. For a moment my thoughts drift. Wondering it's really worth it to continue to work on a design only him and I will know his there. I sigh, my hands starting to slow.

"Does this count as an engagement ring?" His voice cuts through my thoughts like a knife, killing the spiral that was about to ensue. I turn my head up to look at him. "Obviously not, it's not gold." I respond with a smirk. He returns it with a grin. "You only wear silver anyway." His retort makes me blush, and I turn my head back to continue .y work.

An hour later I'm wiping away the lipstick I used as a stencil, and he's bringing his hand up to his face to look at it. "Perfect. Now I'll be able to carry your kiss with me where ever I go." He says, his other hand reaching down to pluck me from my spot. "Though I do support i could just carry you with me wherever I go." He winks, before looking back at the tattoo. From my perch in his hand i begin to trace his other tattos with my comparatively small fingers.

Well one else will see the freckle of a kiss i placed on his hand today. We will, and that's all that matters.

[avelera]

Some missed opportunities for Norse Mythology references in the Loki S2 Finale

I want to quickly preface this by saying the Loki show never claimed to be about or even incorporate more than passing nods to Norse mythology, so the following "missed opportunities" are more things that I think could have been cool and were perhaps within reach as references, but that even at my most wildly optimistic I didn't and still don't really expect because the show has been so very clear on this front. It's not fair to say these are flaws because the show never pretended to be about Norse mythology. NEVERTHELESS, because I'm a big nerd:

1) Ragnarok - All respect to Waititi and Thor III, it was a great interpretation of the myth, but I've always longed for something a little closer to the doom and mysticism of the mythology and the Loki S2 finale came tantalizingly close to invoking it, but fell short of actually using the word. Because Ragnarok isn't just about the fall of the gods, it's about the destruction and rebirth of the world. "After [the events of Ragnarok], the world will rise again, cleansed and fertile, the surviving and returning gods will meet, and the world will be repopulated by two human survivors." 

Gee does that sound familiar! Almost like destroying all of the timelines to create them anew! Almost like that's what Sylvie was invoking by telling him it's better to accept destruction rather than accept imprisonment, and to build something new out of the ashes.

That's Ragnarok. That's literally Ragnarok and they invoked it in so many ways there short of actually using the damn word.

Loki, the god destined to bring about Ragnarok, proceeding to directly bring down the current timeline by destroying and then renewing it with a male and female survivor to help rebuild (visualized with Mobius and Sylvie's little chat at the end, even if it's the TVA they helped rebuild not the human population) sure does sound astonishingly close to invoking the story of Ragnarok.

And even though I'm bummed they never called it Ragnarok, I completely understand why! Ragnarok has kinda already happened in the MCU (never mind that Ragnarok itself is cyclical and will come again, but I digress)! I'd even go so far as to guess that earlier drafts probably did make it clearer but the thread, except for its bones and outline, were abandoned or left unnamed explicitly because it would be confusing for those not familiar with the myth or who would conflate Ragnarok with its Thor III invocation. Alas.

2) Loki bound - Already sort of invoked in Thor II with Loki imprisoned, which is why I don't think any more overt reference was made, but Loki was rather famously bound up in mythology. In this case, in a cave with a snake's poison dripping into his mouth. Not saying Loki bound to his throne of time needed to be conflated with how he was imprisoned until Ragnarok in the myhology, but the imprisonment parallel is there.

3) Loki becomes the new Odin, sacrificed upon Yggrasil - "The generally accepted meaning of Old Norse Yggdrasill is "Odin's horse", meaning "gallows". This interpretation comes about because drasill means "horse" and Ygg(r) is one of Odin's many names. The Poetic Edda poem Hávamál describes how Odin sacrificed himself by hanging from a tree, making this tree Odin's gallows. This tree may have been Yggdrasil." (source)

IE, Loki has sacrificed himself upon the world tree for power and knowledge and for the sake of the world. In this, unlike in the mythology where Loki is not Odin's son, Loki ascends to a parallel of his father's throne to follow in his legacy, having finally learned his father's lessons about rulership and self-sacrifice. Perhaps like the mythological Odin, we will learn that in making this self-sacrifice, Loki too has gained phenomenal knowledge and power?

4) Ratatoskr - This is more foward-looking and I don't in a million years think they'll do it but it would be so cool - so cool - if at some later point Loki has a friend or a servant or a squirrel form or idk, something that invokes Ratatoskr, the squirrel that lives in the World Tree and freely travels up and down its branches delivering messages. Please, MCU, give Loki a little squirrel friend??

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Photography.

Summary:

In the late month of September, Y/N L/N decides to move back to a town they visited once in the past—with their old friend Radford helping them out with certain difficulties.

However, at midnight a few days later—Y/N decides to go out late at night without realizing how late it is, with the sole intention of using a camera they're particularly sentimental about. But they end up running into some rather spooky company—who end up being the cause of the many faces they end up meeting.

PROLOGUE, PT 2: Unpacking Memories.

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"Geez, dude—sorry about that. I didn't even notice that thing when I walked in."

Radford gave me a soft frown, looking on at me while he bent down right next to the side of my legs. I had my leg positioned upright—my shoe now completely off. Feeling the warm fabric of the bandage he had in his hands slowly wrap more and more around my toe, I nearly breathed out a sigh of relief—even if it didn't get rid of the stinging pain that was in my toe quite yet.

"..mmmh.. no—it's fine." I grumbled, furrowing my brows as the searing pain in my toe didn't seem to fade. "It's not like I really saw it either."

"..are you—sure you wanna unpack everything right now? I can just go ahead and do it for you if you want."

"N—No. No. I can—I can still unpack things just fine. May be a bit hard to walk though." I found myself mumbling in return. Once he lifted his hand away from my foot, I leaned over to grab my shoe, and bending my arms back, I slipped the show on.

In the corner of my eye, I saw Radford raise a brow, and then quickly furrow his own. His lips curling into a frown, he huffed. "..you're kinda stubborn, man."

Feeling mild irritation, I only rolled my eyes while grumbling quietly, "No, I'm not. If anything, you're more stubborn than me."

Huffing again, I finally bent down on my knees, letting my eyes drift over to the several boxes before us. "Anyway.. weren't we supposed to start with the decorations?"

Radford blinked. "Huh?" He then lifted his head, as if it were jolting back. "Oh—yeah! Forgot about that. Uh—here—"

Letting his arms shoot foward, he practically dragged the small box with decorations inside in front of me. From beside me, I heard him shift and move in before adjusting his position and crossing his legs.

Dragging the box closer an inch—he wore a slightly silly smile on his face. A smile that made my own lips began to curl upwards. Rolling my eyes gently, I chuckled.

"Geez.. how'd you forget? It's only been like a few minutes."

"Hey—y'know me!" Radford grinned, his lips slightly quivering from awkwardness. "Not like I can really remember to unpack stuff when you just got your toe stabbed by a nail."

"You asked me if I was sure I wanted to unpacked literally a few seconds ago. What do you mean you can't really remember?"

"Mmh.."

Seeing how he began to pout, I couldn't help but feel a heavy feeling begin to appear in my chest.

"..err.. sorry. I didn't—mean to hurt you, if.. that's what I did."

"What? No! No." Radford shook his head. "You didn't. I just—don't really like being joked about.. like that. Anyway—why don't we focus on cleaning?"

Shooting his arms foward again, he let his hands slowly slip beneath the flaps of the box, and with a swift motion, the flaps quickly came open.

When the flaps came open—I felt an oddly familiar, warm sensation wash over my face. It was.. most likely the dust or something, or just the scent from my old house. But the scent that began to flow through my nostrils right then was so familiar and strong that it felt.. almost as if I were back at my old house.

The sensation was so strong in fact I almost squinted for a moment. But once I had gotten over the sensation, I let my eyes flicker inside. I already knew what was going to be in there, so it.. wasn't as if I really needed to be surprised at anything that was in there at all.

Inside, there were simply several sheets of tiny napkins I usually had for my dining room. Long, strings of beaded lights that were curled up and burying whatever must have been beneath. Seemingly.. seemingly a few photo frames.

As my eyes lingered over the golden frame of what was beneath the beaded lights string, Radford spoke from beside me.

"Alright—lets start with these!"

Radford smiled. His hand shuffled inside of the box, and from out of the box, he slowly slipped his arm out—holding the pastel napkins that were inside in his grasp.

He blinked a few times, squinting. "Why do you have napkins inside of a decoration box?" He asked, shifting his gaze over to me.

"..err.. I dunno. I like making my place look fancy when guests come over."

"..is—" Radford snickered a little, holding up one of them. Seeing it, my expression faltered. "—this supposed to look fancy?"

It was a napkin I.. hadn't used for the dinning table unless I was really certain that whoever was over wouldn't mind me using it. I sort of just bought it a long time ago because I thought it looked funny—but it had text on it that simply read:

"If you're having a great time, stay as long as you like! If you're not having a great time, get the hell out."

A warm flush began to form on my cheeks, and I forced out a quiet laugh. "Heheh.. I.. thought—I thought that.. would have been funny. Heheh.."

"Heh—" Radford giggled from beside me, "Don't get embarrassed over it, man. I buy things I think look funny all the time!"

"..mmh.. yeah. At least it never backfires on you though.."

"..what?"

"Nothing. Uh.. hey—" I lifted my own hands, digging them into the box and pulling out the upper part of the beaded light.

"Why don't we take out these lights? I'll probably just end up putting them around the place later so you're not stuck here decorating my house for me."

"Eheh—I wouldn't mind that!" Grinned Radford. "It's still been a long time since I've seen you."

"Yeah, but it's not like you owe me decorations just because we haven't seen eachother in a while. I wouldn't wanna keep you here forever."

"So? Just cuz I don't owe you anything doesn't mean I don't wanna at least have a reason to talk to you."

"Well.. true. Wa—Wait, why would you need a reason to talk to me? Can't you just tell me if you wanna talk?"

"..yeah, but—mm.. nevermind. That stuffs too complicated."

"..okayy.."

I slowly said, a little unsure of what that meant. Still, I guess being socially awkward was just something everyone had to deal with every once and a while. Maybe even someone like Radford had to deal with it.

Grasping the cord in my hand, I began to slowly slip it out onto the wooden ground—hearing it click and thud onto the surface of the wood as I did so. Radford watched as I did this, slightly smiling to himself before looking back inside of the box. He then blinked a few times, chuckling softly to himself.

"..what? What is it?"

He flashed a quick grin at me, and then shuffled his hand inside for a moment, before pulling out a sticker. A white sticker with a burger with eyes and hands on it. One that I.. still recognized in fact.

Radford smiled, "Dude—you kept that sticker from the one dining place we went to?"

"..uh.." I trailed off, looking at the sticker. "..yeah. I.. I did. Heh."

"Aw, man—this is sick! Haha.." Radford lightly laughed. "We should go there again sometime!"

"Uh—maybe. Might depend on if whatever job I get will give me enough free time to."

"Heheh—don't worryyy! Not like your job won't give you breaks or anything. We can just go when we're both free!"

He looked down at the sticker, his smile weakening.

"..it.. really has been a while since you were here, hasn't it?"

"..yeah. I.. guess it has."

..there was a pause. Then Radford looked up. "You still remember when we first saw eachother?"

"..yeah. That—that was when you first got your movie theater job, I think. Heh.. you looked a lot less taller back then."

"..mmh.."

"Ah—sorry. It—it was fun though! Getting to meet you. Getting to hang out with you a little bit after even if I was only there for a bit."

...

"..that was such a long time ago. It.. feels like such a long time ago. Even if it was only a few years. That.. that was when.."

Noticing my expression, he appeared to realize what I must have been about to say, and a soft look flared in his eyes.

"Uh—hey—why don't we.. not talk about that right now, okay?" He laughed—or at least forced himself to. His voice became slightly more gentle. "I.. I still know that.. moving here must have been hard. You know, with.. everything that went down last time."

"But.." He set a hand on my shoulder, causing me to look up. "You're here now. You have a chance to make stuff better for yourself! Not really any point in being stuck thinking about things that already happened, right?"

"..that's.. true."

I let myself look down at my lap, and I let out a sigh. "..sorry. It's.. hard to think of the last time without thinking of.. y'know.."

"Don't worry. I know. I.. really know how that feels, actually. Just try not to think about it, okay? If anything, I know it's better not to let yourself get all caught up over it."

"..mmh.. well.. okay. Let's keep.. taking stuff out, I guess."