#idk I just made that one up pfft

[benevolentgodloki]

The music still plays but the chatter stops. A glass inevitably drops from someone's hand. Not hard enough to shatter. No. That would be too clean. Instead it keeps rolling around in languid, grating circles for everyone to hear.

Loki's glass, however, remains pinched between his fingers where he sits, very much aware of how many eyes have fallen upon him. It's a chore to keep composure, reminded of the times the Warriors Three had ridiculed him, no doubt to get him back for the mayhem he caused himself. For a few seconds he plans a creative string of murders upon one singular person, then he channels that satisfaction into an easy smirk and gives his awaited answer.

"Any party interested in such intimate knowledge would probably do better discussing it with more discretion. I can tell you that people who attempt to embarrass me typically receive the same treatment as champagne

"When it's being used to launch ships."

@stxrlxrds @stxrksarc

[illubean]

F*ck Girl Code!

In which your shitty "best" friend keeps stealing the guys you like; now its your turn

Characters: Toji Fushiguro Type: Oneshot, Fem!Reader, NSFW

I don't condone cheating or any of the toxic behaviors exhibited in this fic; it is fiction after all :^) also i lowk don’t like how this came out but YOLO

Warnings: NSFW reader discretion advised, unprotected p in v, fatshaming? idk it's one comment, mentions of cheating (neither reader nor toji)

First rule in the girl code handbook: never date your friend's ex.

Everyone knew of this rule, even those who weren't girls. That's just how important the rule is, requiring the same type of loyalty boys expect when they say 'bros before hoes'. You are yet to personally meet any girl who has broken this rule, but there is another rule that isn't talked about as much.

Second rule in the girl code handbook: never date your friend's crush. Even if he likes you.

And your so called "best friend' has broken this rule on several occasions. It didn't matter who it was. Any time you'd ever expressed being remotely interested in a guy, she was with him a week later like clockwork.

And you were getting sick of it.

You learned your lesson, never speaking about your feelings to her and making sure she never sees you interacting with the opposite sex. And things cooled down a little when she got an actual boyfriend of her own; Toji Fushiguro. Toji was this big, beefcake of a man and happened to be the captain of the school hockey team. He'd attracted the attention of many girls, and though you see the appeal, you didn't care too much for the frat type.

That is until he broke up with you friend.

About a month or so after they started dating, your friend came knocking on your door, bawling her eyes out. All she had said was that she got totally dumped, leaving out any other details as to why.

Without her saying anything though, you could come up with several reasons. But you settled on the conclusion that Toji was just that type of guy; someone who doesn't take relationships that seriously.

A little detail about your friend is she's only nice to you when she needs something. Any other time, she's a total bitch. She always made an effort to verbally berate you and drag you around like some ragdoll that would be tossed away once she found her next boytoy. But tonight was the perfect opportunity to get back at her for what felt like centuries of mistreatment.

There was some party being hosted by Toji's frat, which your friend suggested going to so she could "make him totally jealous" by flirting with his other frat mates.

You feigned innocence, agreeing to go as 'moral support', but really you were plotting on how to get into Toji Fushiguro's bed. It's been a while since you've done something crazy like hookup with someone, he was hot and most importantly, it would piss off your friend. Triple win for you.

So, getting ready for the party, you dolled yourself up and slipped into the sluttiest outfit you owned. After receiving a text, you strutted your way outside to your friend's car.

You sat down in the passenger seat, clicking your seatbelt and fixing your hair a little bit just to see her scowl from the corner of your eye.

"What?"

"That dress makes you look fat. Oh well, no time to change or we'll be late."

You scoffed at her comment, choosing to look out of the window and ignore her as she drove to the frat house. Shortly, you pulled up to the house and made your way inside, immediately greeted by the smell of alcohol and flashing, colorful lights.

"Wow, he's cute," you fib, grabbing your friend by the arm and pointing to some random dude in the crowd. You can see her eyes light up with mischief, a sinister smirk creeping across her face.

"Who, the one with the glasses? He doesn't even look like he should be here!"

"Oh but he's sooo cute! Maybe I can convince him to dance later."

"Pfft, don't even bother. There's no way a loser like that would stay conscious long enough to even answer!"

"Yeah maybe you're right," you sigh. "I'm gonna get a drink."

You let go of your friend and made your way towards the kitchen, ignoring her demands that you bring her one back as well. You wore a smug expression.

Phase one of get back at bitchface: show fake interest in another guy; Complete!

Pushing past people, you made it to the kitchen and looked around. Two familiar faces were seen leaning against the kitchen island. The rowdier of the two was pouring shots of god knows what, while his more laid back companion was watching the chaos unfold. There were a few others surrounding them, presumably waiting for their shots.

"Hey, Gojo!" you chime, squeezing your way into the circle that was formed around him. His blue eyes peeked over his sun glasses, the same smirk he always wore stretched across his lips.

"Never thought I'd see you at one of these parties."

You met Gojo back in your first year of college, sharing a couple of classes with him. Despite his reputation of some rowdy playboy, he wasn't all that bad to talk to. Hence how he is somewhat of an acquaintance, but not quite yet a friend.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Gimme a shot, I'm gonna need it if I'm going to make it through tonight!"

"Say no more!"

Without question or hesitation, Gojo pours you a shot. Thanking him, you toss the alcohol back just to scrunch your face in disgust.

You've never been a huge fan of alcohol.

Phase two: gain some liquid courage; Complete!

Shaking it off, you looked around for the burly man that was bound to be here. You spot him off to the edges of the room, not seeming to interested in the party at all. And on the opposite end of the room was your friend, flirting with the poor guy you pointed out upon your arrival.

Go figure.

Taking a deep breath, you slap yourself a couple times as encouragement before forcing your way through a sea of sweaty, dancing bodies. Once free, you let out a puff of air before approaching Toji. Unbeknownst to you, he was watching you the entire time. He knew exactly who you were, and it wasn't like you were being subtle with your newfound interest in him. He saw you lock your eyes onto him like a target before approaching from across the room. Toji just rolled his eyes in annoyance. You were probably just trying to mess with him for dumping your friend.

“Hey,” you say, finally standing in front of him. His eyes traced you up and down before blinking slowly. His expression never changed from the nonchalant pout that he wore normally, but god did his gaze do something to you.

You leaned your back against the wall, now standing next to the large man while looking out at the sea of people before you. Toji crosses his arms, keeping his gaze ahead of him as he spoke.

"What the hell do you want from me?"

"Can't a girl just start small talk at a party?" you huff playfully.

"We both know that's not why you're here."

"Fine, fine, I'll cut to the chase." Pushing yourself up from the wall, you maneuver in front of him and look him in the eye while telling him exactly what it is you want.

"You dumped my friend not to long ago and I wanna fuck."

Toji's eyes widened as he raised a brow at you. It wasn't often that girls were so straightforward with what they wanted. Lowkey, he was into it.

"Isn't that against your vow of sisterhood or whatever you call it?"

"Girl code, but trust me, she deserves the betrayal. She's a total bitch."

Toji chuckled before pushing himself off the wall as well. He leaned down to your height, one of his large hands coming up to caress your cheek.

"Did she tell you she cheated on me?"

"No, but that's even more of a reason for us to get back at her!"

"Fine then. Let's fuck."

Phase three: get Toji to agree; Complete!

With the way Toji was drilling into you right now, you almost forgot that this was all part of an elaborate revenge plot. Any thoughts you had prior to this moment were all thrown out the window the minute Toji got you up to his room, hiking your slutty party dress all the way up and folding you into a mean mating press.

"Shit, ma- relax f'me!"

Your legs were tossed over his broad shoulders, hips twitching and cunt clenching in response to his harsh thrusts. Your face was flushed, mouth hanging open as whimpers and whines escaped your parted lips. You tried to relax into his mattress, you really did. But he was just so damn big!

Getting over the initial stretch was already a feat, but you could feel every ridge and vein along his meaty cock as it bullied it's way in and out of you. His heavy balls swung back and forth, punctuating each thrust with a lewd 'PLAP!' Toji held on to one of your thighs with an iron grip, attempting to keep you still while the other hand reached down to rub circles around your puffy clit.

"Ah, wait! 's sensitive-" you protest, hand flying down to grip his wrist but to no avail. Toji continued his assault on your weeping pussy, a smirk making its way onto his face while he watched you break beneath him. Your moans died in the back of your throat, coming out as staggered breaths, back arching as you came for the first time that night.

With a low chuckle, Toji pulled away from you momentarily, flipping you onto your front before plunging himself back into you from behind. He wrapped his arms around your hips and beneath your pelvis, pinning you down with his chest pressed flush against your back. Your face felt hot, pressed into the pillows while you clawed at Toji's black bedsheets. The man licked a stripe up the side of your neck, stopping once he made it to the base of your ear as you felt his warm breath fan against you.

"I'll take care of you, sweets. Just enjoy it, mkay?"

His words went straight to your pussy, spreading throughout your body as a burning heat that settled just beneath your skin. You were so lost in the feeling of Toji on top of you that you barely even registered the sound of your phone going off, haphazardly tossed somewhere on his bedside table. Toji pulled away from your back, not once stopping his thrusts as he grabbed your phone and checked the message ID before handing it to you.

"'s from yer 'friend'."

You could care less what she had to say to you right now. With your face still resting against Toji's pillows, you lazily opened your phone to read her messages.

'you gotta find your own way home tonight' '[image attatchment]' 'you were right, this guy is pretty cute ;)'

You let out a snort at the picture she sent. It was of half ov her face, and over her shoulder you saw the guy you pointed out hours ago shirtless and laying beneath her blankets. Toji was reading over your shoulder, and laughed along with you.

"Why don't we send her a picture of our own," Toji suggests. You could practically hear the mischievous smirk that was probably on his handsome face. A smug smile made its way across your lips as you opened the camera app.

You made sure to get half your face in the photo just like she did. Your eyes were lidded and you threw up a mocking peace sign while Toji smirked, flipping off the camera. His other hand rested in the curve of your back, his shirtless torso on full display.

‘[image attatchment]��

‘don’t worry about me, I’m set for tonight :))’

Almost immediately, your phone started pinging non-stop with an influx of angry messages. She even tried calling you, only for you to decline it with a breathy laugh and shut your ringer off. Your laughter quickly turned into soft mewls and moans now that your attention could be fully on Toji once again. Your body rocked against the mattress with each trust, his swolen tip kissing your G-spot over and over. Toji laid back down against you, resting his chin on your shoulder and pressing searing hot kisses into the side of your neck.

“You sound so pretty, ma. Why don’t we send that bitch a recording too?”

Phase four: get laid and get revenge; Complete!

[ethtyn]

LET'S GO OUT WITH A BANG 🚦

taglist:

@ashiyn @single-malt-scotch @goodtimeswithetho @pebbltree @crabbunch @catmaidetho @amethyst-allium @stitchthesewords

sooooo ermm i guess i get to talk about this piece now YIPPEE

i am one of those people who's constantly trying to figure out what their own art style looks like LMFAO. i take frequent breaks from art due to mental health shit so it feels like every time i come back i'm trying to find my footing again.

that being said, i had a lot of caffeine yesterday and started this on a whim and it ended up being something i'm incredibly proud of. i think it helps that i've been redrawing old emotes for a friend's twitch channel, so figuring out which brushes i like right now was really helpful, and i ended up using my personal emote palette like...a lot. that pink in Etho's eye, the purple used for shading, most of the browns are all used in my own emotes. it's wild how much having colours already picked out streamlines things!

Etho is the one i started with, of course, and ended up being one that i went back to re-draw after i'd done...three? or four? more, because the sizing wasn't right and i wasn't happy with the posing. i still wish i could have conveyed him dipping his chin into his coat fluff a little better, but oh well. i thought of the little detail of him looking at Martyn's drawing at the last second (#ethtyn4life) and it made me laugh so i did it. points to you if you caught that!

Joel was the second - life!Joel has always been fey in my head, especially after that season when he just went batshit insane the second he turned red. can't explain it, that's just how it be. i tried to give him an air of subtle menace about him but i think he just looks sleepy 💀 i'd like to do these as individual, larger pieces at some point, so maybe i can work on that more then.

Grian was the third - he reminds me of a Lost Boy here and that wasn't intentional but the Lost Boys always kind of freaked me out and life!Grian's kinda freaky so i think it fits. his little smirk is so creepy and i love him.

i don't remember who i did next after this so we'll just go in order pfft

Bdubs is SO CUTE look at him. one of the few where i couldn't make a menacing expression work, and honestly with how good his profile turned out i barely mind. i did that side profile with no reference, y'all, idk what kind of crack i was on last night. what the hell. this was about the point where i started wanting to do little lore doodles for everybody so i added the clock face - i think it clashes with the red background but what can you do.

CLEOOOOOO CLEO CLEO. i LOVED drawing them, i think their design is one of my favourites of the bunch. her hair has always been snakes in my head and AGAIN i drew those with no reference, can you fucking believe that. i loved the little detail of some of the snakes poking at the people next to her, they're so cute hehe. also Cleo has freckles now, i'm so sorry but i don't make the rules. someone complimented the teeth in the reblogs and THANK YOU!! they're not quite anatomically correct but fuck it we ball and they look cool as hell anyway.

Martyn is so smug, i love him. points if you caught that he's looking at Cleo bc Double Life, i wanted to do something a lil different with him than just another straight up symmetry tool drawing and i think it fits. he is so eye-searing tho sir please tone it down.

Lizzie is fey just like her husband, and also she is smol. i don't think it's conveyed as well as i'd like here but i also didn't want her to look like a straight-up child so i did what i could. she is So Scary with those vacant blue eyes oh my god. and drawing her hair was sooooo fun i love long hair ahh

with Gem i basically smoothed out a rough design sketch i posted awhile back and i'm so proud of the little head cock she's got going on, she looks so cool. also her hair?? idk how i did that. i love her swoopy bangs so much.

Pearl is moth. Pearl will always be Moth. so she got lil antennae and big buggy eyes. drawing that hood was so satisfying, i used to try and draw Raven Teen Titans in high school and could never get the hood to look right so seeing this one come out perfectly was sooooo good. and of course had to include a teensy moon.

that's all i've got, i think - i feel myself crashing LMFAO. maybe at some point i'll come back and say more but here's this for now!

[chaoticrockmusic]

↫彡🂡"My Girl can Wear Whatever"🂡彡↬

↫Peter Maximoff↬

You were just trying to get a snack. That was it. But the moment you stepped into the kitchen, Peter nearly dropped his Twinkie.

"Whoa—" His silver brows shot up as his eyes scanned your outfit. Not in a gross way, but in a "Do I need to start running?" way.

You raised a brow. "Problem?"

Peter shook his head way too fast. "Nope! No problems here. You can wear whatever you want, babe."

Jubilee, sitting at the counter, smirked. "Really? You don’t care?"

Peter scoffed, tossing an arm around your shoulders. "Pfft. Why would I? My girl can wear whatever she wants..." He hesitated, glancing at you and then lowering his voice. "...'cause I'm scared of her."

You narrowed your eyes. "What was that last part?"

"Nothing!" He grinned nervously, stepping back. "You look amazing! Stunning! Fantastic! A completely independent person with great fashion sense! I love that for you!"

Jubilee cackled. "Dude, you are terrified of her."

"Well, yeah," Peter said without shame. "Like, you think I'm about to tell her no? You think I got a death wish? Nah, I value my life, I like my face. I’d like to keep it in one piece."

You rolled your eyes, grabbing a granola bar from the pantry. "Good answer, Maximoff."

Peter sighed in relief. You were scary, but hey, at least you were his scary.

彡Logan彡

Logan had been minding his business at the bar when you walked in, dressed in something that made half the room do a double take.

He noticed. Oh, he definitely noticed. But instead of reacting like some jealous, overprotective boyfriend, he just sipped his whiskey.

It was not until some guy at the pool table let his eyes linger a second too long that Logan made a noise in the back of his throat—a low, rumbling ahem that sent a very clear message.

The guy turned, raising an eyebrow. "What?"

Logan smirked, tapping a single claw against his glass. "Nothin'. Just wonderin' if you're stupid or just feelin' lucky tonight."

The guy scoffed. "Relax, old man, it's just a look."

"Mm. See, I ain’t too worried ‘bout what she wears." Logan tilted his head, eyes sharp. "She can wear whatever she wants… ‘cause I can fight." He flashed his Adamantium claws.

The guy raised his hands and backed off real quick. Logan just chuckled, downing the rest of his drink.

You leaned against the bar beside him. "You always gotta scare people?"

He shrugged. "Ain’t my fault they spook easy."

You smirked. "You are such a show-off."

Logan just grunted, but the way he slid a possessive arm around your waist told you everything you needed to know.

🂡Remy LeBeau🂡

Remy was kicked back on the mansion's couch, long legs stretched out, flipping a poker chip between his fingers. He had seen you walk in, noticed the way heads turned, but unlike the others, he did not bat an eye.

Jubilee, being Jubilee, could not help but stir the pot. "Remy, you just gonna let her walk around like that?"

Remy did not even look up from his poker chip. "Remy think his chérie can wear whatever she want," he said lazily.

"Yeah?" Jubilee smirked. "You that confident?"

He flicked the chip up, caught it between two fingers, and finally smirked. "Mm-hmm. ‘Cause she's a houe, and I knew that before we started dating."

Gasps. Laughter. Even Logan huffed out an amused breath from the other side of the room.

Your eyes widened. "Excuse me?"

Remy grinned, finally looking at you. "What? You know it’s true, chérie. I fell for you ‘cause you a heartbreaker. A flirt. A menace." He tilted his head, voice dropping to a lazy drawl. "And yet, here we are."

You crossed your arms. "That does not make it better, you know."

"But it is true, non?" He flashed that dangerous, charming grin. "An’ I do not mind one bit."

You rolled your eyes, but you could not stop the small smirk tugging at your lips. Damn Cajun and his smooth talk.

Jubilee snorted. "I hate that he actually got away with that."

Remy just winked.

Hope you all enjoyed!! Love you all, kits! (houe means hoe in French. Idk what else to put there T ' T)

[theemporium]

thank you to the wyatt anon for choosing a prompt!🫶🏽weirdly enough, i struggled with it? but idk if that's just because this is my first wyatt piece or because uni has killed my brain so!! enjoy!!

prompt: standing on your tippy toes, frustrated you can't reach your lover's lips

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“So, a little birdie tells me you have a boyfriend.” 

You lifted your head, tearing your eyes away from your laptop screen to give the boy on the bench a deadpan stare. 

“Did the same birdie remind you that you’re said boyfriend?” 

Wyatt beamed at your response, his cheeks already flushed from the drills they had been running through the practise session. He looked giddy, an expression that made your chest tight but confused you, nonetheless. He was usually focused when he was on the ice, even during training. 

“The birdie has spent all session gossiping about it,” Wyatt explained as he leaned against the barricade between the bench and the row of seats you were currently sitting on. “The boys are placing bets. First person to guess correctly gets a hundred bucks.” 

You raised your brows in amusement. “And how do they plan to confirm it?” 

“Pretty sure Tyler was just gonna straight up ask you,” Wyatt snorted. 

You hummed, your eyes narrowing in suspicion. “And did you place a bet?” 

Wyatt’s grin widened further. 

Your suspicion grew. “What did you do?” 

“I bet double if I could come over here and make you confess who your boyfriend is right now,” Wyatt announced happily, his eyes glimmering with a hint of mischief. “You’ve given yourself quite a rep, babe, you know? They think you’re impossible to break.”

You snorted in response. 

For someone with a job surrounding social media, you weren’t the most active person outside of it. Not on purpose, not really. Most of your time was spent on the Stars social media accounts that you didn’t really have time for your own, or really care about it enough. A little private Instagram account you posted on once in a blue moon was enough for you.

However, somewhere between being on an internship and being hired full time for the media team, you had grown closer to the boys on the team. It was hard not to when you spent so much of your time with them, travelling from city to city and wasting countless hours with them and a camera in hopes of a few decent shots you could salvage for a post. 

It also meant that because you were constantly poking them for answers to ridiculous questions, they felt the need to do the same to you. And it was through one of these ridiculous questions from Tyler that you accidentally let it slip that you had a boyfriend. And said boyfriend was someone you worked with.

And it had been the main topic of conversation all day, considering it took Tyler all of two minutes before blurting it to the rest of the locker room. 

“So who’s the winning choice?” 

“Eddie on the equipment team.” 

Your nose scrunched a little. “I’ve spoken to him, like, twice.” 

“Miro said he swore he saw you both have a moment,” Wyatt shrugged, pressing his lips together to hold back his laugh. 

You hummed, tilting your head as you watched the way he leaned closer over the barricade. “So, hot shot, how are you gonna get me to confess?” 

“It’s been over four hours since you last kissed me,” Wyatt told you, matter-of-factly. “I think we should change that?” 

You tried to bite back your smile. “Yeah?” 

“Gotta show them who’s your boyfriend after all, right?” Wyatt continued, trying to sound as casual and indifferent as he could. But you could see the way he gritted his teeth together.

“You jealous, Johnston?” You taunted as you placed your laptop to the side, standing up from your seat and walking towards the barricade where Wyatt was still standing. Despite normally being taller than you, the platform the seats were on made you taller than your boyfriend once as he leaned his head back to look up at you, even whilst he was still wearing skates.

“Pfft, no,” he scoffed but his blushing cheeks told another story. “I think you should kiss me so I can prove I’m not jealous.”

You shook your head fondly. “You’re ridiculously unsubtle.” 

“But still cute, right?” Wyatt retorted, trying to close the distance between you, only to huff in annoyance when he realised he wasn’t able to easily reach for your lips. “Get down here.” There was a small pause before he continued. “Please?”

You smiled, leaning down as you cupped his face in your hands and tilted his head back enough for you to kiss him without bumping your head against his visor. It was short and sweet but he still beamed in response when you pulled back.

“Still jealous?” 

“Nuh uh, I’m feeling pretty good,” Wyatt grinned. “Do you think the guys noticed or—” 

“SHE IS DATING JOHNNY?!” 

“THIS SHIT IS RIGGED, I WANT MY MONEY BACK!”

“SOMEONE TELL PAVS TO COME PICK UP HIS ROOKIE, HE’S A CHEAT!”

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[hollycherrybitch]

cole cuddling with reader!!! anything with fluff 💕💕💕

Characters: Cole brookstone

Genre: Pure fluff!!

Warnings: non!! Other than, Reader going with them/they pronouns

Author's note: OMG!! My first request! You, shall be remembered!! THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING TOO!! Idk if you wanted a headcanon or a oneshot or smth but, I hope you enjoy this! Mwah<3

🍒 ~ Like I said from my first post, cole has a thing for physical touch!

🍒 ~ I'm mentioning it, again! Cole the walking heater!!

🍒 ~ like, imagine cuddling with him, and, he's just, so warm! Especially during rainy days, cold days, or maybe your just having a stressful bad day!

🍒 ~ I think it would be funny if he had a sense that he can sense you whenever you feel stress and he might as well be a dog on full alert. Idk why, but just go with it—

🍒 ~ Omg, I'm cooking! Let me cook!!

🍒 ~ Sighing, you slowly made your way to your home. Your clothes are damp and wet from the unexpected pouring rain. And worse, you forgot to bring your umbrella after you left for work this morning.

Tucking your wet hair to your ears and away from your face. You reach for your keys in your pocket before pulling them out and inserting it to your lock. Unlock your door, before walking in.

But as you did. You caught a whiff of the scent of chocolate coming from your kitchen.

Raising one of your eyebrows, you took off your shoes, leaving them by the door to dry and went straight to the kitchen.

And, there. You are greeted by your tall boyfriend in your kitchen. Pouring two cups of warm cocoa while humming a song to himself. His back facing you while he faced the kitchen table, stirring a warm cup of cocoa.

Smiling, you decided to reveal yourself. "Cole?" Your unsuspected call of his name seems to catch your boyfriend by surprise.

Turning around to face you, he had to hold back a laugh when he saw your current form. "H-hey, babe! Didn't know you were coming home early!" He said, smiling as he went over to you, wrapping an arm around your waist before softly kissing your forehead. Unfortunately, He couldn't help the laugh escape from his lips after he pulled away and scanned you again. "I'm sorry but you look like a wet cat that just got out of a bath- pfft-" he snickered.

"Ha-ha, very funny, cole. And a bath sounds nice too." Rolling your eyes at him. You try to push him away so you can take a shower, but his arm that was around your waist wouldn't leave only pulling you more against him. Making you squirm in his hold.

Giggling childishly, you try again. "Cole! Let me go! I need to take a shower!" Pushing him again and again, he wouldn't budge at all. Only pulling you towards his warmth. Your back meeting his front.

Resting his chin on the top of your head, he shook his head, smiling. "Nope! Not letting you go any sooner, babe!" He replied.

Sighing, that sounded like a defeated sigh. You twist your body around. Now facing his muscular chest. Tilting your back to look up at him. "If I give you a kiss, will you let me go?" You said, staring at Cole's Golden brown eyes that reminded you of a morning sun light.

Your boyfriend hummed, eyes looking from your eyes to your lips, Debating. "Alright, but— If only after you take a shower, can we... Um, cuddle together?" He sheepishly scratched the back of his head. Smiling sheepishly at you.

With a roll of your eyes, you smiled at him before pecking his lips. "How can I turn down such an offer? Of course, I'd love to, cole." You replied, watching your boyfriend beam at you in joy. "But, first. Let me go, I need to take a shower before I catch a cold."

Chuckling, your boyfriend, finally let go of you. His arm left your waist but before he could back away. He pecked your check. "I love you, babe."

With a smile, you replied, "I love you too." Before leaving his hold, making your way upstairs.

~🍒~

Sighing out in relief, you slowly made your way downstairs, finally in warm comfortable clothes instead of wet ones.

"Cole, I'm done showering!"

"I'm in the living room, babe!"

Walking straight to your living room. You were immediately enveloped by muscular arms, belonging to your boyfriend. You, rightfully so, yelped in shock and surprise.

Your feet are lifted off the floor, as you immediately cling to your boyfriend, who laughed slightly at your reaction. You gave him a playful glare, showing you were not amused at all. Which he replied with a chuckle.

"Did I scare ya, sugar?" He said with a smug smirk, looking down at you. He held you in bridal style. Your body flush against his.

Rolling your eyes at him, you let him carry you to the sofa. He sets you down on his lap, before grabbing a blanket beside him, wrapping both your bodies together. His chin resting on top of your head as he let out a content sigh.

Moving slightly, you rest your back on his chest, sighing in relief, as you smiled contently. Two cups of cocoa on the coffee table in front of you two.

"Sometimes, I almost forgot how warm you are."

"Well, glad I'm warm. I can keep you warm in my arms."

"I love you, cole."

"I love you too, princess."

Princess? Huh, a new nickname has been unlocked.

Author's note: Omg, I giggled while writing the whole thing— Idk what my first requester really wanted. Headcanons, oneshots, or scenarios but I guess it's my fault for not making a post about the info of my blog but that's a future me problem. I definitely and totally did not squeal like a pig when I wrote down "Did I scare ya, sugar?" Part. NUH UH, definitely didn't—

~🍒~

[hel1nn]

# drabble

This reel is so cute and corny at the same time idk what to say but..it gives kinda gojo vibes..💀

Tags : Gojo x fem reader,fluff

Word count : 555

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You didn't wanted to do this at first but satoru literally loke begged you,that he wants to remove your armpit hair. Oh. You were scared to give him a razor what if...i you don't want to think about it. Yes he does have six eyes but still you were scared so you just gave him the hair removal cream and that was something you weren't scared of. Satoru is practically vibrating with excitement,the smile on his lips was something that made you gave into this whole thing. You let out a soft sigh , you move your arm up and make enough space for satoru to apply the cream "toru don't use more than whats needed" you mumble out as you watch him squeeze out the cream on your soft armpit

"mm mhm 'kay" he says , a small smirk on his lips as speards the cream there by the spatula clumsily, just as you thought the layer was too thick- more than needed. As he finishes it he pulls away slightly with a proud smile- as if the whole process is done "look how much good im heh..~" he giggles and you shake your head in amusement"it's still not done yet toru"

"i know i know you don't have to tell me" he says pecking your lips that brings a smile on your face. As you were waiting satoru already took the spatula again to remove but it hasn't even been 2mins

"satoru it needs to stay for at least 3 to 4 minutes!"

You scold him and he pouts , resting his chin on his palm "why is it taking too long..pfft.." this man and his patience. Tsk but you loved him for it and you know it verryyy well. As 3minutes pass satoru again takes the spatula to remove it a big grin on his face...it looked mischievous too. This man is full of surprises and you don't very much know what he can do , as he smootly removes the cream he leans a little bit close a little bit more close and when he finishes removing-

You feel your cheeks heat up as you see his lips pout up little bit- leaning towards your underarm to kiss it. With a gasp you smack his head away- a soft smack because you can't bring yourself to hit him too hard he was too much soft for it but you still did what you can, pulling away from him pouting in annoyance "are you insane or something toru!?" You scold him for the 2nd time and satoru bursts in giggles his own cheeks getting flushed, reaching out to pull you into his lap,you try to push him away but he was way to stronger than you. Trapping you between his arms he nuzzles against your neck with the cocky smile of his

"i was just messin-" satory gets another soft smack on his head "this is not messing around and you know it!" You look away in embarrassment- crazy how satoru did something freaky and you're the one who's embarrassed -_-. Satoru was still laughing "i hate you" you mumble out"nope nope you love me for being like this hehe-" he says cheekly, now attacking you with kisses,what you know very well is that what he said is true- you love him for who he is.

[codnriddlewhore]

A/N: guys idk how to make thos links someone teach me plsssss and i hope u like this, i decided to post 2 shorter parts instead of 1 long one, felt nicer. next part is gonna be set some years later and itll be maaaybe a tad bit happier. dont hesitate to say anything, good or bad, mwah

wc: 965

She left earlier, of course.

The day after, to be precise. It was a slow and quiet morning. She felt at peace and torn apart at the same time. Can you feel that way? Maybe like someone that felt content with the way they lived their life, though now being stuck in a tornado.

Tom´s wife was sitting on the breakfast table with one leg propped up on the chair, wearing one of his jumpers and a teacup in her hand, smiling to herself and only having kissed him good morning and asked if he wanted tea. It angered him. Of course it did, she was always and every day the biggest chatterbox in the morning, excited about the day. He sometimes joked that it annoyed him. He hoped she realized the joke. He lived off her feeding him her presence. And who smiles like that, does he have a stain on his tie? Did she pack him heart shaped-sandwiches? I mean what else could´ve-

“Why aren´t you getting dressed? We`ve got to leave in-“

He checks his watch.

“exactly 13 minutes. I love you, but I know you wouldn´t make it.

She looks up from her tea, smiling again. He could sense it wasn´t the adorable type, it made his stomach turn. Something was wrong.

Well of course something was wrong Riddle, you´re ignoring the fact that you weren´t able to breath after the argument last night and that, you incontrollable child threw up all over the fucking bathroom you-

“Oh Minerva took the 2nd years to Hogsmeade for the morning, got 3 free periods.”

Liar. Liar. Liar. Liar. You never lie to me, you´ve never lied to me- What did I do, please, I´m begging you to go back day before yesterday with me I can´t fucking stand this

Of course he knew what he did, though did it deserve such a reaction? From both of them?

She stands up, gets very close to him and musters a real smile, one that made her eyes really small and showed her gums. It took all of her willpower left to do so. For him, It made his before mentioned train of thought stop.

Okay, of course it´s still her. It´s his wife.

She straightens his wobbly tie, there was no need to do so on other mornings. Another look in his eyes, knowing she´s the probably the only person that will see the truth in them. The fear. The other wobbly thing in the room were his legs when she kissed him, deeply, not hungry, but lovingly and meaningfully.

“Be nice. They´ll love you”

“Pfft, absolutely, don´t they always?”, he didn´t want to make a joke in such a moment but I guess he felt human, wanting to lift the atmosphere.

In the years after, they´d both remember this moment countless of times, she grinning like a child that remembered their last cool birthday party and he as in the objectively worst choice of words he ever made.

It was time, she felt it in the air. She'd die otherwise. Her to-do-list was now fairly simple, though the circumstances added some points.

pack Cry Put music on to distract Sob Pack Unpack Sob Look forward to life Pack Leave her faveorite blanket. He secretly thinks it´s fluffy. He gets cold easily. cry Cry happy tears because how fortunate is she to have spent 3 years with such a magnificent person. Pack Write note Cry but just a tad Breathe. Make tea. Put a lid on his cup so it stays hot. Breathe Smile Leave

Tom came home early. Who fucking cares about the pre-OWLs, he knows there´s the quidditch finale tonight and no one will concentrate. 1st day after Christmas break, whose idea was that.

Was she still in the school? He didn´t see her, though he didn´t particularly go look for her, he knows when to back off. She sometimes “regenerated” in her own space.

He got comfortable in his house and went into the ki- Did he forget his tea this morning? Seems unusual.

a note.

No.

In a pace an Olympic fast-walker would be jealous of, he makes his way to the library and sits down in the old, brown leather chair. His eyeballs hurt from his palms pressing into them, a strategy from the orphanage when he was first mocked for crying, it prevented the tears wonderfully. Tom sat like that for a few minutes, his left leg bouncing up and down and increasing in speed.

No.

Abruptly Tom stands up and walks over to the bookshelf with her little detective novels and big encyclopedias on algae and what not. His shaking hand pulls one out, the title doesn´t matter. He stares at it. He smells it. It doesn´t smell like her, at all. Why would it? It´s just a book. Was she real?

From his mouth comes not a growl, not a scream, what is it? He simply knows he hasn´t made that noise in a very long time and it almost accurately described his emotions. Almost. Nothing ever really will, he believes, though he´ll find a word for word description of his thoughts many years later. The book is now in about 14 pieces, torn apart, unreadable. Something wet runs over his hot cheeks. The knee-part of his grey slacks is ruined by the wet grass. He thought he´d suffocate inside.

Dearest Tommy,

I think I said everything I meant last night, though my devotion to you is hard to word.

You are the most precious, wonderful thing that has happened to me.

I want you to accept yourself.

To see yourself as I do.

You´re too much of a gift to existence and love in general to reduce yourself to a cause.

I love you, my Darling.

There were a few more words in between, but the tear stains made them unreadable. He´d get to reading it at some point. Maybe.

[o0o0thorn0o0o]

Late, I know, but…! Only by two days, so I’ll still label/tag it:

Ichihime Week, Day 7: Mythical Lovers / Rainbow

I was planning on adding in magpies in the background this time, but I was getting lazy, and it’s already late, so maybe next time ^^;

(Also I was thinking of making a rainbow version, but it didn't come out as I would have liked? Idk. I still think it’s cute, though, so I put it under the cut)

Alrighty, listen: I really didn’t mean to wait this long to post. But, like, very shortly after Eid, my iPad’s storage filled up, like, to the point I couldn’t even access my mail (that’s how I found out, pfft). I was wondering why I’d ever need 256 GB 4 years ago… but still, it was $100 extra bucks. Sure, it was a grad gift, but 128 GB was expensive enough—still a lot of storage, too… Not enough, clearly!

Hoarding layers (and recoloring my own art, pfft) has really caught up to me… but also, it wouldn’t help too much if I didn’t either. After deleting what I could bear to part with, that took away around 5 GB, but merging layers in other works barely made a dent.

So I’ve spent these past few weeks wondering what to do, thinking about emailing my 2019 (imported from my 5s) and 2020 works to an email I also created 4 years ago for some reason I totally forgot about and never used so that I don’t end up taking any space in my actual one and then uploading them onto two (since I really don’t want my files corrupting) USBs via my laptop, trying to get those USBs from Target (but since I was adamant this time in getting 256 GB USBs—I don’t want to have to worry about storage for a longgggg time—there were none in stock), ordering them off of eBay instead since my dad insisted on their cheapness, waiting a week for them, then transferring them to that email and uploading them onto its Google drive if the files was too big…

But that was taking much too long and still left space on my iPad while I was doing it. I managed to complete the 2019 and 2020 pieces from my iPad, but it also only ended up being around 1 GB… So, like, I need to clear more years (breaks my heart, it does ;~; Sure, I still have access to them via that email and those USBs, but it’s not convenient anymore, and there are still pieces I plan on getting back to… ackkkkk).

Contemplating it some more and discussing it with a friend, much as I abhor subscription services, I finally decided to purchase a premium membership on Ibis for that 20 GB of cloud storage. I can afford the 30 bucks a year, and I like the app anyway—serves me good—and not having to watch an ad every 18 hours to access my go-to brushes would be nice, plus having access to the other stuff, but yeah: ✋🌈✨cloud storage✨🌈 🤚

Anyway, I’m pretty sure a good chunk of what’s taking up my space is actually the cache, as I’m already more than halfway through my drawings, and I’m not sure if I’ll reach that 75 GB of storage Ibis was apparently taking up with just my drawings. So I’ll probably need to download everything, then delete the app and redownload it ‘cause stupid IOS doesn’t let you easily clear it 🫠

Anyway, I really thought I’d be done by now, but am not—that said, I managed to clear out around 10 GB off of Ibis (not my iPad; I somehow managed to gain back 5?? Somewhere?? I’ve no clue; I don’t see it), which is wayyy more than enough to get one drawing done for IH week, so I paused the whole storage thing for now. I actually tried to get day one’s drawing done on the 6th, but I’m dealing with perspective that’s hurting my brain, so I decided to get day seven’s done instead, ‘cause I thought I’d be on time…

Me? On time? Man, who knew I was so funny… 😒

But yeah, day seven is done! I’ll definitely revisit that day one drawing in the future, but not anytime soon. As if I wasn’t backed up already, this whole storage mess has backlogged even further, and there are other dates coming up 😮‍💨 And, y’know, gotta finish the storage transfer, too… Ahhhhhhhhhh!

Anyway, on a more positive note, gradient maps are actually very neat to use—had a little too much fun, eheh. I won’t confess how much time I spent testing it out on this piece, but here be my favorite:

They’re so golden <3 ☺️

[jermer10]

idk if you do any repeats of requests but that fake dating scout anon had me thinking if maybe we could get more jealous scout? if possible?

TF2 playing pretend | scout x reader

gn reader | i freaking LOVE jealous scout <33

drabbles under the cut :P

You didn’t think much of it when Scout asked you for a favour.

"Come on," he pleaded, leaning against the doorframe of your room, flashing that signature grin of his. "Just one night. Pretend to be my date, and I swear I’ll owe you big time." Apparently, some of the guys had been giving him a hard time about not being able to get a date for the RED team new years party. You’d always had a soft spot for Scout and his endless charisma, so you agreed. After all, it wasn’t like anything real would come from it. You figured it’d be easy enough - hang out with him for a few hours, let him save face in front of the team, and then go back to your normal routine.

Except you didn’t expect him to get this into it. And you definitely didn’t expect him to get jealous.

The night of the event, you walked in with Scout by your side, his hand loosely around your waist. He was all smiles, playing the part to perfection, and for the first hour or so, everything was fine. He was charming, cracking jokes, introducing you to everyone as his "date." It was almost fun - Scout was energetic and easygoing, always keeping the conversation light. But as the night wore on, you noticed a shift.

The first sign was when Sniper approached you.

You’d always gotten along well with Sniper, and it wasn’t unusual for the two of you to chat during downtime. He made his way over during a quiet moment, tipping his hat with that low drawl of his. "Lookin’ nice tonight," he said, giving you a small smile. "Thanks," you replied, feeling a little flattered. Scout was busy talking with Engineer and hadn’t seemed to notice. Sniper leaned against the wall, his tall frame relaxed, and you found yourself easily slipping into conversation with him. He had a way of making you feel at ease, and soon, you were laughing at something he said about one of the recent missions.

But then you felt it - a subtle shift in the air. Scout had appeared at your side, his arm now more possessively wrapped around your waist than it had been earlier. "You good here, pal?" Scout asked Sniper, his tone light but with an unmistakable edge. He wasn’t even trying to hide the fact that he was not happy. Sniper raised an eyebrow but didn’t seem fazed. "Just talkin’ to ‘em, mate. Didn’t realize you were the jealous type."

"Jealous?" Scout scoffed, his grip tightening slightly on your waist. "Nah, just making sure everything’s cool. You know, since they’re my date tonight." The emphasis on the last two words was hard to miss, and you could feel the tension between the two of them rising. Sniper just chuckled softly, clearly amused. "Right. I’ll leave you to it, then." He gave you a wink before walking off, and you could practically feel the heat radiating from Scout beside you. "You good?" you asked, looking up at him once Sniper was out of earshot. Scout turned his gaze to you, eyes narrowing slightly before he quickly shook it off. "Yeah, yeah. I’m fine. Just didn’t like how he was gettin’ all buddy-buddy with ya." You raised an eyebrow, surprised by his sudden defensiveness. "Scout, we were just talking."

"Yeah, well, didn’t look like just talking to me," he muttered, his usual cocky grin faltering for a moment. You tilted your head, studying him. "Wait… are you jealous?" His face flushed immediately, and he quickly looked away, trying to regain his composure. "Jealous? Me? Nah! Pfft, why would I be jealous? I mean, this whole thing’s fake, right? Just doin’ me a favour." He laughed, but it didn’t reach his eyes. You blinked, taken aback by his reaction. He was fidgeting, shifting from foot to foot, avoiding your gaze—a stark contrast to his usual cocky demeanor. And that’s when it hit you.

Maybe this wasn’t just fake for him.

"Scout…" you started, your voice soft but playful, "you do know this is just pretend, right? There’s no need to get worked up over it." But he wasn’t looking at you anymore, his jaw set tightly. "Yeah, pretend. Sure. Like we agreed on." He was silent for a moment before his eyes flicked back to yours, the playful gleam in them replaced with something more serious. "Look, forget I said anything. Let’s just get back to the party." Before you could respond, Scout let go of your waist and walked away, leaving you standing there, more confused than ever.

The rest of the night passed awkwardly. Scout tried to brush it off, acting as if everything was fine, but the tension between you was palpable. Every time someone else approached you - whether it was Sniper, Spy, or anyone else - Scout was right there, cutting in with a joke or changing the subject, his jealousy glaringly obvious.

Eventually, you couldn’t take it anymore.

When you both stepped outside for some air, away from the rest of the team, you turned to him, crossing your arms. "Okay, enough. What’s going on, Scout?" He blinked at you, shocked by your bluntness. "What? Nothin’. Just...enjoying the party."

"Don’t give me that. You’ve been acting weird ever since Sniper came over earlier. Are you seriously upset over this fake dating thing?" For a moment, Scout was silent. Then he ran a hand through his hair, sighing heavily. "Okay, fine. Yeah, maybe I got a little jealous. So what? It’s not like I meant to or anything. I just...I don’t like seeing you with other people, alright?" You stared at him, processing his words. "Scout...it’s not real. We’re just pretending, remember?"

"Yeah, but..." He trailed off, eyes flicking down to the ground. "Maybe it was never fake for me, okay?" That stopped you in your tracks. "What?" Scout’s face flushed as he rubbed the back of his neck, clearly uncomfortable. "I dunno, alright? I sorta used this whole 'favour' thing as a ploy to try and ask you out. Like, for real." He let out a nervous laugh, but it quickly died off as he looked back at you, his usual bravado gone. "I like you, okay? And it’s stupid, ‘cause I didn’t want to make things weird, but I guess I already did." You were stunned. Of all the things you’d expected, this wasn’t one of them. Scout, the cocky, carefree loudmouth, was standing there, spilling his feelings, clearly terrified of what you’d say next.

Slowly, a smile crept onto your face. "You know, if you’d just told me how you felt from the start, we wouldn’t have had to go through all this fake dating nonsense." Scout blinked, staring at you. "I- what?" You laughed softly, stepping closer to him. "I like you too, Scout. Maybe I was waiting for you to make a move first."

For a moment, he just stood there, processing your words. Then, slowly, a grin spread across his face - the same confident grin you knew so well. "Wait, really? You’re not messin’ with me?"

"Nope," you said, shaking your head. "Not pretending this time." Scout’s grin widened, and before you knew it, he’d pulled you into a tight hug, his energy suddenly bouncing back. "Oh man, this is awesome! I knew you liked me!" He pulled back just enough to give you a playful smirk. "Guess the fake dating thing wasn’t such a bad idea after all, huh?" You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help the smile that stayed on your face. "Yeah, yeah. Just don’t get too cocky about it."

"No promises," Scout said, still grinning as he took your hand, this time holding it for real.

[somewhereincairparavel]

If Jason's character had been written to its fullest potential, as you and many others have discussed several times, do you think that there would still be a large amount of favouritism towards Percy or do you think there would just be people arguing over who's better?

Personally I like to think that if we had gotten a few books documenting Jason's time at Camp Jupiter prior to the release of The Lost Hero, people would've had time to warm up to Jason a bit more and develop a fondness for his character and then the second option probably would've happened but what do you think?

my inbox was sort of jammed w asks so I'm sorry this took so long anon! i wanted this post to be more in-depth and not lazily written so I waited for a while to get my motivation recharged again, i hope this post reaches you somehow haha

my take on this, is that yes, jason would've gained more support than he did originally, and there wouldn't have been an agressive bandwagon of people jumping on the slander train, but he would still be somewhat disliked/suppressed imo.

from what I've observed the hate doesn't just stem fom him being uninteresting, it's combined with a lot of people's attachment towards percy, that they gatekeep him and are agressive to anyone who even alludes that other characters have a chance of being more interesting/powerful if rick hadn't played favourites. (like hazel, nico, thalia, etc)

i think you'll get a better perspective with this example I'll be giving you from one of my observations (i sound like a philosophy professor pfft)

I was on the r/camphalfblood reddit once, and a post came up on my feed, the person went on to rant about how jason shouldn't be 'trying so hard to suck up to nico by being so overbearing' and that they 'wished it wasn't jason with nico in that scene, it should've been someone else' and that rick shouldn't have made jason so nice and understanding about it. they were outright bashing him for being supportive?? idk it was clear they favoured percy over him and had some kind of prejudice against jason.

i didn't even understand what op was so pressed about. that jason wasn't being homophobic and was being a supportive ally? lol thankfully the comments went off and a few of them said 'you're saying this but you would be bashing jason if he wasn't comforting nico as well, jason can never win in the fandom' and that was VERY true.

I've seen people say that jason shouldn't have been written to be a very handsome heartthrob either and that they were very annoyed that rick kept emphasizing his good looks, making him 'too perfect' but that person failed to acknowledge that rick emphasized percy's attractiveness way more than he did jason lol but that was apparently completely alright (to me it just translated to 'how dare rick make jason as good looking as percy, only percy is allowed to be hot, jason deserved to look like an ugly rat' LOL)

so you can see how people pick on him about the most trivial things ever to 'defend' percy from imaginary arguments/rivalry lol

if jason was written well, they'd still find a way to hate on him, probably tossing the 'hes such a gary stu he has no flaws' in there aswell

funny thing is that they hated him for being too perfect and not making mistakes, but proceeded to SHRED him to pieces during MOA when he said he was suspicious of nico. didn't you just claim that he needed flaws? but the moment he displays it you are driven off of the handle??

I do have an interesting perspective that works in jason's favour tho, where I'm willing to bet that atleast 80% of the fandom would've been sympathetic to his struggle and he would've become a fan favourite, even going as far as to rival percy's fame, where, like you mentioned, there would've been equal percy and jason stans and it would've become a debate as to who is better. (hint: villian jason grace) send me an ask if you want me to elaborate on this ;)

[vampiradelmal]

MEXICAN RESTAURANT

HEADCANNONS

also i made this in 10 minutes. idk i just wondered what they would be like, also i’m sleepy. enjoy!

This malnourished creature was running his mouth talking about “I DONT WANNA EAT FUCKING MEXICAN-”

Was going to order chicken nuggets and Victor said absolutely not.

Refused to speak to the waitress

Big back ended up devouring a plate of enchiladas rojas and half of Victor’s flautas de pollo.

“Pfft… the food was ass” but he ate the most

Ordered chicken nuggets from the kids menu

Went out of his way to annoy the waitress by saying “Gracias” in his whitest accent

Spent the entire time being a menace to the rest of the establishment

Out of pocket comments to the poor waitress

“So you’re like exotic”

“Sir, please stop”

Said gracias and meant it. With his whole chest this man said “gracias” and “agua por favor”

“Well, at least they’re good at one thing” (Now Reginald…)

He fucked up a bowl of flan like it was nobody’s business, then lied to the waitress and said it was his birthday to get another free flan except this time it had a candle on it.

The one who suggested they should go in the first place

Secretly bounced his knee under the booth’s table to the music playing

Got drunk off margaritas during happy hour by using his fake I.D.

Eye contact with the waitress was just… not with her eyes

“Sir, are you okay?”

“Marry me- *hiccup*”

“No more margaritas for you.”

“NO”

[hearts-4-vicky]

ೃ࿐ 𝐄𝐏 𝟎𝟎𝟗 !

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“ huh. i guess do look like that… ” Hyunwoo says while suppressing a laugh

“ look like what babe? ” a smooth, low voice made the woman snap back to reality

Hyunwoo closes out of twitter and goes back to the facetime call she was on

“ hi somi ” The older waved at the screen with a smile

“ hi hyun, so what were you talkin about earlier? ”

“ jen just said i look like a samoyed .. didn’t realize that til she pointed it out!” Hyun replied, flashing a toothy grin, before she started styling her hair

the blonde’s eyes soften, saying something the mic didnt quite pick up, only getting the first few letters of the word ‘stu…’ . which made the woman look back with a raised eyebrow

“ did you jus call me stupid? “ she said while getting closer to the camera

“ uh huh “ Somi said while grinning

“ wow… it hurts to see my wife badmouth me right to my face! ” Hyunwoo dramatically fell back into her chair, with a hand on her forehead and clutching her nonexistent pearls

“ pfft- im not even your wife anymore, you have aeri now “ the blonde woman looked away pretending to be hurt

“ oh yeah guess your right- WAIT SHIT ”

“ what?? “

“ IM LATE BRO SHES GONNA KILL ME! “ The woman ran out of frame, coming back with a jean button up and a white undershirt. throwing then on and stumbled back to her seat

Hyunwoo started messily styling her hair, put her glasses on, and checked herself on her screen

Somi watched all of this happen, dumbfounded

“ babe? “ she called out to the woman

“ mm? “ half of her face wasn’t even in the frame, but she could tell the girl was rushing a bit

“ what time did you say you had to pick aeri up?“

“ 7 pm.. why? “ hyun paused to look back at the blonde

Somi looked at the clock and looked back at the woman “ Cheong Hyunwoo. its only 4:30. “

“ oh. “ Hyunwoo put her hair clay down, grabbed her phone, and leaned back into the chair

looking back at the blonde with a grin, she said “ wanna know how our first conversation went? “

“ duh. “

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authors note: js filler for now… (and only one update) ep 10 is gonna be a lil long oops! idk i might rewrite it anyway love you guys💋

[its-in-the-woods]

Down the Rabbit Hole Chapter 4

Chapter one here, two here, three here

Pairing: Walton Goggins x You

Rating/Warning: As always minor get out. Little angst, lots of fluff, handholding, vague suggestions of sex

Slow build like novel damn length okay, Very Fluffy, Pinch of Angst, Relationship Development, Hurt/Comfort, Older man/ Younger(30s) women, Alternative universe, fictional work (IDK WHY BUT I AM PUTTING IT) Probably more as I go.

Synopsis: Working in film as a make-up artist is hard enough, but then Walton Goggins requests you, well it's way too easy to fall down the rabbit hole.

Note: they are both single, all for fun.

WARNING I do not have this all written out, I do have it plotted out, but it may be a little slower for chapters to come out. Please bear with me. Each chapter is roughly 2-3k long.

*releasing this early as I have a few days of being free. Thank you for all the love <3*

Trevor apologized about seven times in text before phoning you and apologizing again. You tell him ten times that it is fine and you were more than okay. Which then leads to about five hundred questions about what happened between you and Walton. The man will not take ‘nothing happened’ for an answer. 

“Trevor-Trev- oh-my-god could you shut up for one second,” You squeak into the phone, the man has not stopped talking since you picked up. 

“You woke up in his house! In his bed-”

“It was a guest room!”

“Are you sure? Did you see another room?”

“You are impossible right now. It was a spare room.”

“But he made you breakfast!”

You groan into the phone. “Trevor-”

“Like does that count as a date? Did you go on a date?”

“We did not go on a date. We did not sleep together. The only reason he didn’t take me home is because you wouldn’t answer your phone and I was beating anyone who asked where I lived.” You rush out, trying unsuccessfully to persuade him from asking again. 

“I give you mad props for beating on Leonard that man is a beast.”

You chuckle at that, Leonard looked like a cross between ex-military and Santa Clause. Thinking of yourself beating on him for touching you was hilariously ridiculous. The man was probably more inconvenienced than hurt. 

“So when is your next date?”

“TREVOR! We are not dating.”

“Yet. You’re not dating yet. Very important.”

You groan and bang your phone against your forehead in frustration.

“And don’t tell me it’s because he is older than you. I know you like to date older men.”

“I should have never told you that. Biggest mistake I have ever made.”

“Dirty old man fucker.” Trevor is cackling away in the background like some James Bond villain. 

“Oh my god Trevor. STAAP it.” You are also laughing, your damn friend was right. 

“You love it, and I know all about it,” Trevor sings songs into the phone.

“What about you and Decon?” You ask, changing the subject as smoothly as you can. At this rate, your face was going to be permanently red. 

“Oh. It was a wild night! I am looking forward to another one.” Trevor made some lewd noises.

“So gross, both of you. But I am very happy you’re happy.”

“I am over the moon,” Trevor is quiet for the first time, “He just treats me so well. I woke up and he was still there. Made sure I was comfy and took care of me”

“You’re so screwed.” You giggle, you had to give as good as you got. 

“Mmm, actually yes I am. And you should try it sometime.”

You groan again, “Yeah maybe in the next lifetime.”

“Oh, pffts. I give you another two weeks and I will be catching you sneaking off to his trailer.”

“I am rolling my eyes. Can you imagine if Liz got a whiff of anything?”

“What would she do? Fire you? You can’t fire a lead request.”

“I am sure she’d find a way. Or make me regret ever being on the show.”

“Pfftts. She can eat a bag of dicks. Actually, she may need to.”

You both break out into laughter at that comment. The two of you talk back and forth for a good hour. Before Travis is off to Decon’s again, you make gross gagging noises at him. Telling him to enjoy the rest of his weekend and you’d see him on Monday. 

You lay back on your bed staring up at your speckled ceiling, you had stuck up a handful of glowing stars to cover the water damage. Mind running over the weekend, running over the last month. You tell yourself that you’re delusional to think that Walton would ever be interested, but the thought is nice. The thought of going on dates, and well more, is delightful. Then again though, at the end of the day, you’re you. A thirty-something living in a studio apartment trying to break into a career that was over-saturated with a lot of talent. You rub your face, yep the picture of a prize.

***

You wake up early, determined not to let the sour mood you found yourself in over the weekend ruin this week. It’s a new day, anything is possible. Or something like that. You are already on the second cup of coffee, as your toast pops. Your phone jingles and you grab it to see who has decided to bother you this morning. 

“Hey, it’s Walton. Trevor gave me your number. We are running behind. See you soon.” Of course, Trevor would give him your number. You grumble at that, also at yourself for failing to realize you’d never given Walton yours. 

Your heart skips a little, you scold yourself for being ridiculous. “No problem, see you soon.”

“Do you want a coffee?”

“Yes, I’d love a coffee,”

“Same as usual?”

Now your face is pink as you stare at your phone screen. “Are you flipping fourteen again?” You say out loud to the room. “Stop this right now. You know better.” You curse and try to calm your damn heart. 

“Yes please.” You text back. 

You shake your head and finish eating your toast and grinning like a damn moron. Brushing your teeth, braiding your hair, and getting mostly looking human. It was a quarter to six in the damn morning anyway. If you were meant to look presentable this early you would have gone to bed earlier. Your phone buzzes reminding you that you need to get out of there. 

Grabbing your phone and purse you head out the door. Do your best to suppress the butterflies as you all but skip down the hallway. No matter how much you try to tell yourself that nothing will come of this, your heart is overruling your brain. Down the three flights of stairs and yep your heart is pounding in your chest enough to feel like a panic attack. You stop just before the front door, you can see the blackout line of an SUV through the glazed window. 

“Just go out there. It doesn’t matter what happens.” You take a deep breath. “And now you’re talking to yourself outside a door like a lunatic.”

Pushing through the door into the grey rainy early morning, you see Leonard standing beside the car with a small smile. The man reminds you of a Grandpa, big and gruff, but at the same time soft and kind. His arms folded across his chest, shoulder-length white beard blowing in the wind.

“Good morning Leonard, I heard I made quite the scene on Friday.” You smile as he opens the door for you.

“Just making sure you got home safe,” The man smiles, eyes hidden behind sunglasses. 

“I would like to apologize, I definitely won’t make a habit of it.” You say, giving his arm a quick squeeze, as you get into the SUV. It was the least you could do, you’d have to ask Walton what the man liked to drink. A small token of thanks only seemed fair. 

“Well, if you stay in my company it may become one,” Walton says with that damn smile gracing his face. He was wearing loose-fitting blank pants, a grey zipped-up jacket, and glasses as he read over the script in front of him. 

“Promise, I’ve seen worse dear,” Leonard says before closing the door and getting into the driver’s seat. 

You look at Walton and can’t help but smile back at him, “Who says I am going to hang out with you more.” 

Walton chuckles, taking his glasses off to look at you, “We will have to see about that.” 

You’re both sitting on opposite sides of a bench seat, but his hand finds yours and you don’t pull away. He talks about walking along the seawalls and a lazy Sunday spent indoors reading novels. You really wished you had been a bit more willing to spend the weekend with him. Somehow you end up telling him about your sketches and artwork. Your thoughts about one day doing prop creation, or maybe special effects. He asks about the sketches and you promise to bring one of your art books in. 

The ride is way too quick, and before you know it you’re being dropped off at your trailer. You thank both men again for the ride and hop into the trailer. 

Liz is sitting in your usual workspace, her face is a tight line that makes you feel sick. Why she was there was another question, the whole crew was supposed to three cities over setting up. 

“Hey, Liz,” You say, trying not to sound like you just walked into a swamp full of alligators.

“Of all the people, I would have expected you to be the most professional.” Your heart thuds in your chest at the words, wondering what the hell she is talking about. 

Sitting your bag down by your cupboard you turn to look at the women. “I am sorry?” 

“You think people didn’t see you leaving with the leading actor on Friday?” The woman sneers at you, her voice low but full of venom.

You put two and two together suddenly realizing what Liz was talking about. For a moment you’re stunned by the fact that the rumor mill had run so fast and far. “He was just making sure I got home safe.”

“Oh give me a break.” The woman hisses, your heart pounding in your ears now. Chest tight making it hard to breathe. “No one is that stupid girl. I saw you get out of the his SUV”

Your face goes red and something inside of you snaps. “First. Do not speak to me like I am a child.” You're angry now, and you’re so over the bullshit. “Second, what happens in my personal life is none of your business.”

“You think it looks professional to be running around after some actor?” She spits back, and your mind races to the rumor Trevor had told you about. 

“Well, it can’t be any less professional than you sleeping with half the production team.” The words come out of your mouth before you register them. It was only a rumor, but Trevor rarely dabbled in things that weren’t at least partially true. 

“You little witch.” Liz’s face is now red and she looks hurt. Yep, Trevor had hit the nail on the head with that one. “I should fire you right now.”

You glare at her, all your inhibitions set aside, you know you have the upper hand here.  “Go ahead, Liz. Fire me. See how well that goes over for you.”

Liz’s face clenches and you can tell you have her cornered. Yes, she could fire you and could make a big stink, but chances are the production won’t sanction it. Not to mention the union would have a fit. You would make sure of that. It wasn’t something you wanted to do, but damn, two could play at this game. 

“You-” Liz hisses standing and moving toward you, but you refuse to move, letting the woman get up in your face. “I will be grabbing some of my product and leaving you for the rest of the week. I hope it goes well.” 

She is gone with a blue tote a moment later. You are left standing in the middle of the trailer taken off guard. The fact that she’d come here, heard from a third party what had happened, and then decided to confront you. Part of you wants to cry and the other part wants to laugh. The most you’ve done with the man is hold his hand and everyone thinks you both were screwing over the weekend. You slide into your chair still a little baffled by the incident, not to mention that Liz would even suggest firing you. Your stomach rolls and you feel a little sick, tears now welling at the corner of your eyes. 

The door opens and you expect Trevor but it's Walton. The smile on his face falls immediately as he sees you.

“What happened?” He asked, quickly shutting the door, placing a breakfast burrito and two coffees on your station.

You shake your head and tears fall from your eyes. Hands covering your mouth as a small sob comes out. The rollercoaster of a morning is finally getting to you. Walton is in front of you gathering you up in his arms. He is warm and gentle, you try not to let the emotions overflow but it's too late. Leaning against him you cry. He smelled like coffee and vanilla, his jacket was soft against your cheek. Strong arms holding you against him as all your feelings spill out. You let yourself cry for a moment before you steel yourself enough to pull back. He's handing you tissues and you plunk yourself back into the chair feeling worn out and dazed.  Walton crouched in front of you eyebrows furrowed as you blew your nose. His hand landing gently on your knees as he comforts you. 

“What's going on Hon?” He asks as he rubs a soothing hand over your knee.

“It's -” You falter, unsure of how to explain the absolute bullshit that just happened. “Liz was upset about me going out on Friday”

Walton looks even more confused. “Why would that matter?” 

You rub your face trying to figure out how to say this. The amount of bullshit that happened was just ridiculous and you really didn’t want to drag him into it. Ultimately, you just say it cause there isn't a way around it. 

“Someone saw the two of us leave together.” You swallow your mouth going dry. “Liz made assumptions and told me I was being unprofessional. She threatened to fire me.”

Walton stands grabs his coffee and takes a sip. “I am not sure how that is any of her business. You've been very professional, and being fired would be detrimental to the whole process. You are a key part of this team, and her sticking her nose in your business is more unprofessional ” 

You just shrug, if you could go curl up in a ball for an hour you would. Just hide away, you can barely look at him. Shame hitting you at the fact you’d lost your cool over something so trivial. 

“It was just unexpected. And very hurtful.” You wipe your eyes, cursing that you need to reapply to your eyeliner. 

“Of course it was.” He comes back over and grabs your hand in his. They are always so warm. “You don't deserve to be spoken to like that. I am tempted to mention this to the PM.”

You shake your head looking at him finally. “It’s not the worst thing that's been said to me. Liz means well.”

Whether that was true or not was up in the air. Liz was a lot of things but she usually wasn’t unnecessarily cruel, which is why it had come off so shocking. The woman didn’t exactly have a way with words, but she had to have meant well.

“She means well?” He looks at you with eyebrows raised, his lips pressed into a firm line. Judging by his expression Walton didn’t believe that any more than you did. 

You swallow, “I- I need to have thick skin to do this job. It's not easy and people are always going to look for ways to judge me or demean my work.”

Walton squeezed your hand, “That may be true. But it doesn't mean I have to like it.”

The door to the trailer opens as Trevor walks in. His eyes look between both of you and then down to where Walton is holding your hand.

“Uhh, I will go wait outside..” Trevor flushes trying unsuccessfully to back himself down the steps. 

“No, it's okay.” You both say. 

Trevor pauses. Then proceeds to come in. Walton rubs his thumb over your hand before letting go. You wish he would stay, but there really wasn’t time for any more sappiness. 

“I am going to head over to costumes. They needed to do some alteration on a piece.” Walton says briskly grabbing his coffee and sliding the burrito across to you. He's out the door before you can say thank you.

Trevor is sitting there with a shit-eating grin, his feet dangling as he watches Walton go.

“So you aren't dating?” He chuckles, turning to lay out his tools. 

You groan, looking in the mirror to fix your eyeliner and clean off some fallen mascara, “He was being kind. Liz was here this morning. Guess someone told her about me leaving with Walt on Friday.”

Trevor's smile fades as he looks at you, “Those milling bastards.”

“Yep. Liz was unimpressed and threatened to fire me.”

“She wouldn't.” He all but stomped his foot. 

“Well, I am sure I will find out in the next few days.” You pray to whoever is up there that Liz would just leave it be. 

“Liz is many things. But she isn't stupid. Firing you would be more of a problem than it's worth.” You knew Trevor was right, but it did sting a little. 

“You're more than likely right. But it still hurts. Walton came in right after the argument and I will-” You look down at your feet remembering how upset he looked. 

“Had a small breakdown?” Trevor added in, trying to look at you.

“Yeah. Snot and all” You sigh as you double-check that everything you need is out and clean. 

“You should go out with him just to spit Liz.” He chuckles as he texts someone on his phone.

“If. And it's a big if. Trevor, I am going out with him. It's because we both want to. Not because of Liz.” You say firmly, that woman would not dictate your life. 

Trevor looks up from his phone.”Two weeks, three weeks, top before you are making his trailer shake”

You make a face, “You're disgusting.”

“You like it!” Trevor smiles, and you do. It was part of his never-ending charm. 

***

Chapter five

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[rius-cave]

What about Adam and Lucifer watching a horror movie for the first time together alone. Adam has seen movies like that before, but not one's made in HELL.

Adam: Pfft how bad could it be?

Lucifer: Okay, don't say I didn't warn you.

And he is left SHOOK and scared practically hiding under the blanket.

Adam: WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!?

Huh, you reckon there are horror movies in heaven? He died before movies existed, and heaven obviously has TV too, but hmmm... Maybe he knows the concept of horror movies but hasn't seen any of his own (unless they're contraband or something lol)

I think it'd be funny if he was scared shitless but he actually ends up LOVING horror movies. Idk, he just seems like the type of guy that would like the thrill lolol

[lunarcrown]

can we see all of your tattoos? :0

I FINALLY TOOK PICS!!!! I actually don’t have a TON of tattoos compared to my peers but I have a nice chunk! I’m just slow at getting tattooed bc I’m always working so I get like MAYBE two a year 😂

ANYWAYS!!! Ok so my legs: butterfly, demon goat girl, caterpillar, bill cipher (a SUPER OLD ONE), Minecraft block, and blue three eyed cat are all by me on me HAHA

I’ve made myself quit tattooing myself so I can get OTHER people’s art on me, but I wanted to tattoo my own shins just in case it was too terrible to continue with someone else (it’s not actually that bad!!!), and the other things like the Minecraft block were just so I could have complete control of it when it meant so much to me. The three eyed cat is actually my first “official” tattoo on skin I did as an apprentice! (Bill was a sneaky stick and poke I did in college OTL)

Creeper is from a friend/fellow tattoo artist who I trade tattoos with a bunch (but we still pay each other bc BILLS…), party dragon was from a dragon tattoo trade, worm on a string was from a friend who’s apprenticeship started same time as mine, pink axolotl is from my coworker who is sooooo freakin cool….i aspire to be like her so much…. And anime eyes heart gal is from a super cool friend that I went to college with! We reunited when I started tattooing and got a lot of laughs on how long it took to get our degrees and now we aren’t even “using” them HAHSG

Rest of the ones on my legs!!

Mob is from the same buddy that did the creeper and another one you’ll see in a sec, the kitties are from ANOTHER pal who started apprenticing same time as me! They’re actually arranged to be a subtle ⚢ sign bc IM A HOMOSEXUALLLLL~~ the symbol beneath these is the ol symbol from gravity falls that I ALSO stick and poked in college YEP…. Love Bug and the firefly are by a buddy from Virginia! One day I’m gonna get a “mean” version of love bug on my other thigh and it’s gonna say “bug off” 🤩 and the colorful leopard is from ANOTHER buddy trade that I did with a very cool friend!!

And finally MY ARMS!!!!

I have even less up here because getting arm tattoos makes it hard to work pfft….

I LOVE canti from OG FLCL (I love robots with sick designs so much…) and I love the show as well (introducing me to the Pillows was so PIVOTAL…) so I have him not once but TWICE form different ppl. The one with the flowers was from my mentor who turned out to be a sucky person so BOOO but I still love the tattoo~ the claptrap and OTHER canti are from a neat guy that I LOOOVE his style but his shop is sooo traditional and it’s lowkey uncomfortable even though he’s nice so idk if I’ll go back for a third. The Grievous is from the same buddy that did the creeper and mob!!! It’s so cool too bc my freckles make HIM have freckles and it’s adorable to me. And finally my VERY first tattoo I ever got, the big ufo abducting a pumpkin!!

This was done by Kelly McGrath in North Carolina and she was so sosososo sweet, gave me free prints, let me video call some of it to my family because we were VERY very far away from each other, AND I got to tell her years and years later that she inspired me so much that I became a tattoo artist myself!! And I even got to ask her a question or two and she responded so nice :,,)

SO YEAH I don’t have much rhyme or reason to my picks besides preferring color tattoos to be the majority, but my goal now is to collect tattoos from some very cool people and take my time filling up my body with art!! Eventually I would like to extend to my hands (palms included) and feet (JUST THE TOP I AM NOT DOING MY SOLES), neck, body, and maybe a few on my face near the outer perimeter/outer corner of eyes/above eyebrows! But that’ll probably be way off bc I work a LOT like I said at the beginning! Always the tattooer, never the tattooed HAHA