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petrichor-idyllic · 2 years ago

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Hi! I was wondering if I could get a Brenda x Fem!Reader where Brenda is sort of the Reader’s gay awakening and the boys all tease the Reader about her crush on Brenda?? All when they first meet her please. Love you! Hope you’re doing well 🥰🥰

YESSSS FINALLYYYYYY.

Brenda is easily my second favourite character. I feel like my favourite is obvious at this point. Ik people hate on her in the books (and love her in the films) but I think she was an interesting character.

Definitely a crush of mine so I'm happy to actually write for her.

Though, this one is a bit shorter because writing dialogue from the movies for every single fic is seriously starting to slow me down lol- I'm doing this bad boy from memory. And since this is a simpler idea that takes place in a short space of time- less words, yanno. Hope y'all understand.

AWAKENING

MASTERLIST | BRENDA MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: See above. Movie based fic.

WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, the Scorch, no actual romance because the prompt is all about teasing and you being a disaster gay, mention of Newtmas because even if Tommy doesn't see Newt that way- it's pretty much canon that Newt had a thing for Thomas. WICKED being WCKD because movie.

The boys were thrilled when a girl showed up in the Glade. They thought that they'd finally have a shot at flirting and maybe even get somewhere with it.

Luckily, Alby was there to shut that down real fast.

And you took no interest in any of them.

You liked them plenty enough. Minho's protective and funny. Newt's realistic. Frypan is a good cook and keeps spirits up. Thomas is brave. Teresa is... there.

Teresa. That's an interesting one. She's pretty by any means, but you never really liked her. She distracted Thomas and clearly has different views to the rest of you- which became obvious when you escaped WCKD into the Scorch.

Dealing with Cranks and losing Winston was a tough blow. And now you have Aris, who is quiet but smart and a useful addition to the group.

So when you broke into a factory to escape a lightning storm (where Minho nearly died), you face a bunch of chained up Cranks.

The next thirty seconds or so are pure chaos of unbridled screaming and fumbling of lights.

"I see you've met our guard dogs," an unfamiliar voice says, the grinding of a door startling you all as you back into a huddle.

The girl has short hair and casual clothes, not that much different to the ones you used to wear in the Maze. Minho yanks you behind him.

"Stay back!" He shouts, but the girl weaves through the infected, seemingly completely unfazed as she reaches you.

"You guys look like shit," she scoffs, smirking. You stand on your tip-toes, peaking over Minho, your heart skips a beat when she makes eye contact with you.

Her smirk grows and he eyes flicker before she turns around.

"Come on, follow me." She pauses, looking over her shoulder. "Unless you wanna stay here with them."

Thomas takes the lead, as per usual, and you all cautiously follow, desperately trying to avoid the walking corpses.

She tells you all her name and monologues about the factory and some guy called Jorge without even looking back at you guys.

"No one's come out of the Scorch in a long time- you've got him curious." She looks back, making eye contact with you. "Me too."

You feel warm, looking away and stumbling slightly over a rise in the floorboards, which leads Newt to having to catch you.

It's awkward as you walk into a large office room, a man looms over a desk as Brenda gets his attention. He turns and starts speaking, but you can't seem to focus as Brenda takes a seat a few feet away from you.

You've never been attracted to anyone before, but as Thomas talks to Jorge, your gaze is locked in the girl sitting on the sofa.

She's confident, sarcastic and seemingly playful, whilst also completely remaining in control.

She notices you staring, smirking at you and looking you up and down. You immediately look away, your face burning, eyes cast at the ground.

Oh God.

She's hot.

Are you... gay?

You'd never considered it before, especially when Teresa came up and you didn't feel anything for her. But I guess she just wasn't your type.

Your type is apparently sarcastic street rats who could probably kill you with their bare hands.

Figures.

Though, you probably should've figured it out when you spent the only life as you remember surrounded by boys and didn't fancy a single one.

Is this the gay panic Newt spoke about when Thomas appeared?

You look at Newt, who is already looking at you, squinting. He looks between you and Brenda before grinning.

And that's when you all get grabbed.

Brenda stands up, grabbing the back of Thomas' neck and scanning it. Brenda's face drops as she stares at the machine.

She looks at you, guilt crossing her face for a second.

And then you get tied up.

Hanging from the ceiling as you all desperately squirm, shouting at Minho to shut his mouth as he makes relentless sarcastic comments, which just further dampens your mood.

"Yanno, (Y/N)," Newt snickers, "I don't think I'm a fan of your new girlfriend."

"Huh?" About four different people respond.

"Shut up, Newt- now is not the time," you try and pull yourself up, fiddling with the restraints keeping you air-born. But it's no use.

"Yeah, well, it's not like we have anything bloody better to talk about."

"The shuck's he on about?" Minho grumbles.

"Nothing." You dramatically cross your arms, which is actually quite a comedic sight since you're upside down.

"She has a crush on our kidnapper."

"What?"

"Come again?"

They all look at you- well, they attempt to. Frypan is unvoluntarily slowly spinning.

"I don't! Newt's just... bored?" That's the best you could come up with

"Bored?" He barks a laugh. "You were totally checking her out, shank."

"I wasn't!"

"You were."

"I was not!"

"You absolutely were."

"She is pretty cute," Thomas says, and you inwardly cringe, not wanting to seeing Newt or Teresa's reaction to that one.

"Yanno," Minho says, "that makes way more sense. You like shuckin' girls; I knew it wasn't me."

"Shut up, Minho," at least three of you say.

"So, how exactly are we gonna get out here so (Y/N) can get herself a girlfriend?" Minho continues.

"(Y/N)'s girlfriend is the reason we're tied up," Frypan corrects.

"Can we please not call Brenda my girlfriend?"

"Too late."

"For shuck's sake."

That's when Jorge returns, asking questions about the Right Arm and nearly sending you plummeting into the abyss below.

So, you come up with a plan to escape.

"Minho, put your back into it, dammit!" You shout as he tries to push Teresa.

"I'm- Shuck! I'm tryin'!"

It's actually disastrous.

How you all managed to get out of the Maze alive is an absolute mystery to you.

Somehow, miraculously, you manage to force Teresa onto the platform surrounding you. And then Janson's whiney voice comes through a loud speaker.

So, it becomes a mad rush to escape.

Which then goes terribly when one of Jorge's men attacks you.

Thomas manages to hold his own, but when the man gets his gun back, you're on the verge of accepting defeat.

It's been a long day.

That's when a gunshot rings out and the guy's body hits the floor. You all look up to find Brenda standing there, gun in hand.

She looks directly at you. "You okay?"

You feel small and fuzzy under her gaze. You're starting to understand all the fuss the Gladers had about women.

You nod, stiffly and awkwardly.

"Okay, come on, we gotta move." She waves you all towards her, and it takes you all a second but you follow.

"Hey, maybe your girlfriend isn't so bad after all," Minho jokes as he slips past you, taking the lead.

"Shuck off, Minho- she's not my girlfriend," you whisper-yell as you storm after him.

This was pretty fun to write, but sorry for no actual romance, unfortunately after this there's a dramatic group split and then nothing really slows down until the end of the film and I simply could not bring myself to do another entire movie piece. So, just a fun little unserious one-shot.

"Yeah, a girl can only dream, right?"

I hope this is satisfactory for now, aha.

And I hope you enjoyed :))

#🌿 petri writes #🍃 petri tmr #🌿 petri writes tmr #🌿 petri tmr brenda #tmr fanfiction #tmr imagines #the maze runner #brenda tmr #brenda the maze runner

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lxrd-ren · 1 year ago

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I'm back @_@

Anyways theory time:

All of the og islanders (those who came on the train) came to Quesdilla Island from another plane of reality, and perhaps all the other residents too

Now, ik what your thinking, 'Ren wtf you leave for like 3 weeks and you come back with this' but hear me out-

With q!BBH lore, I've always thought it a bit strange how he has hinted to been the cause of real life disasters from our world, for example, the plague. And it got me thinking.

In the past he has said / implied that he's from a different plane of reality. We think it's around 9600 BC when he was summoned and apparently he then proceeded to cause numerous disasters throughout our history. If he's from a different plane of reality, could others be too? And hold on, which plane of reality are they in anyways?

So I then thought, well what other connections to our world does the QSMP have?

- SOFIA with Point Nemo

- When the islanders got their tickets in their minecraft-ified room

The second point stood out to me because, well, why did they choose that way for the islanders to receive their tickets? Sure its cool but considering what we knew about the QSMP at that point it didn't rlly line up with the whole 'vacation with different languages' they had set up at that point

So, is it a story thing? I think yes. I think how they got their tickets in their own rooms was meant to imply how all of their characters started off in our world. I mean it's an exact replica of locations from our world, you can't rlly get better than that

For simplicity sake, let's call our world Plane1 and Quesadilla Island Plane2

So, they all receive their tickets in what appears to be Plane1. And with q!BBH and how he remembers his time before the island, we can assume they all originally came from Plane1 (except for q!BBH)

Now, enter Plane 2, aka, Quesadilla island. Or rather, they enter Quesadilla Island. And yknow what by? A portal ofcourse

Plane1 portal Plane2

Og islanders ->

And considering how the Feds can control time, I don't think it's that far fetched for them to control planes of reality transportation. Well maybe a little but either way they've been shown to do seemingly the impossible, who knows what else they are capable of

Second, Point Nemo. Now there's two possibilities for this to line up

1) Feds intentionally have been tricking the islanders into thinking their on Plane1. Afterall, they want the islanders to be happy, right? I probably wouldn't be happy if I found out I was transported to another plane of reality

2) Plane2 is similar to Plane1

Alr back to the point of plane hopping, specifically how q!BBH is not from Plane1 (We're assuming that q!BBH still thinks he's in Plane1)

If q!BBH is not from Plane1, is he from Plane2? Plus, are other islanders also not from Plane1? My first thought was q!Antoine. What with his strange relation with the Feds aswell as donning simplistic faces like Cucurucho + the duck themselves, he may very well originally be from Plane2

#qsmp #qsmp theory

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peofun1 · 7 months ago

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Expensive Anime Plastic part 2: Two years later

now with 80% less cardboard as risers!

so I've had this as my pinned post for two years now, but it's pretty outdated at this point. my collection has grown a lot in the last two years, and I wanted to show it off! this is my blog and I'll make you look at my plastic toys if I want to >:D

this post is a full tour of my anime figure collection as of June 2024, which basically spans across my whole apartment these days. this is my 11th year in the hobby, so everything you see here was accumulated slowly over that time.

buckle up because this is REALLY long and picture-heavy. (also other collectors can find me on myfigurecollection(dot)net as peofun1, if you'd like~)

Alright, first up, the detolfs in the living room:

Some thoughts: the BNHA shelf will likely get rotated out pretty soon. I fell off the manga pretty hard a while ago, but I do still enjoy these figures... but when my Haikyuu Kotobukiya scales get here (all four of them 😩) I'll probably try to turn that into a Haikyuu shelf. Jirou, Shouto and maybe one Dabi can take the place of the Haikyuu Nendos on the left side

the Katamari Dipp figure is a custom by sixsculpts on instagram! (topshelf on MFC) they reached out to me when I mentioned I'll probably never get my hands on the F4F Dipp figure, and made the Dipp of my dreams for me 🥰 definitely check out their work if you like customs!

last thing -- I know the bottom left shelf is kind of a disaster. Ike and Alphen just REFUSE to play nice together, with the way they both have big capes and swords that stick out and bump things -_- if it helps, we're usually viewing these shelves at an angle from our couch, and Claude in the back is much more visible from there

as a little bonus, here's what one of these shelves USED to look like before I rotated out these figures:

I decided to pack away most of my League of Legends figures after they laid off my wife 😐 (and several good friends 😐) I may bring them back out once I have more room, but they currently live in the closet. and that's fine, for now.

Next up, my desk in the office:

I put away all my random stacks of MTG cards to take these pictures.

most of the figures here are blind box/prize figures that I won't be too sad about if they get dusty or attacked by the cats (though I do use some boxes to block them from the cats when I'm not in the room). the exceptions are the goth angel, who doesn't fit anywhere else, the light-up Futaba figure and the Cintiq girlie, who simply have to live with my computer and Cintiq tablet. themeing!

some of the pins/keychains/prints here are official, but a lot of them are fan-made merch! some of them are bonuses that came with zines I preordered (including the infamous showtime akeshu zine)

also, since you can see a few of them in the top pic, here's those plushies. I have way more plush than this, but these are the ones that currently live on my desk:

Moving on to the bedroom: ❗❗ Warning: this section contains figures that are NSFW ❗❗ I've censored one of them (because her bits are just OUT and I don't wanna to get smited) but there are a few that are ~spicy~ proceed with caution

(I promise we have books that aren't manga, they're just all on a different bookshelf in the living room!) this doubles as our manga shelf, obviously. we got back into collecting physical manga after moving to LA, since it's easy to make a trip to Kinokuniya and pick up new stuff! mixed in are some older volumes I recently rescued from my parents' house. I'm slooooowly trying to complete TRC, but it's hard to find it these days...

anyway this shelf is kind of a mess theme-wise, since they're mostly just figures I don't have room for anywhere else. especially that top shelf, yeesh. 10th anniversary Miku trying to bridge the gap between horny 1/4 scales and live-service game hell.

long-time followers might also spot the sonic screwdriver, which is the same one I'm holding in the very first post I ever made on this website. please don't go looking for that.

I'm hoping to pick up a third display case (probably second hand, since ikea discontinued the detolf >.> ) but in the meantime they're here getting in the way of my manga.

aside from the LoL figures, I have three others not currently on display: one is Magical Mirai Miku 2017, which is in her box because she's broken 😬 her neck peg got messed up one of the times I packed her to move, so I need to fix that sometime. the second is the 1/4 Yakuwa Nazumi designed by WOOMA, which I desperately want to display but she's ENORMOUS so she'll probably have to wait until I get another display case. and the last is another Miku prize figure, because I clearly don't have enough of those lmao

so that's my whole figure collection! it's a constant work-in-progress, because they keep making cool new figures and I am never satisfied :)

if you actually took the time to read all this, thanks for indulging me!!

#ramblings #my life #figure collecting #my figure collection #anime figures #long post #my ramblings tag has never been more apt #also i was smart enough to open the doors on my detolfs to take pictures of the shelves this time. lol #but as always if you can see my reflection in the glass: no you cannot :^)

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weirdcat1213 · 2 years ago

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AJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJ HAPPY DAYS AJJAJAJAJA :D YEY TRIGUN BOOKCLUB :D

THOUGHTS :D

chap 1:

-happy days and everything is going to shit...yeap thats trigun

-i just noticed they have separated rooms and that makes me sad for some reason

-i love to see that rem was nice to everyone but was also getting annoyed by that guy, shes not perfect and I LOVE HER

-ngl, im not sure if the other guys did something

-its so cool to see the scientists joking around for a bit but then getting to see them in silence cuz IT IS a weird situation to be in. you are alone in space and something happened "on its own"..... It makes the situation more serious

-LMAO HER FACE I LOVE HER SM

-it hasnt even been that expanded in 98 (im sorry for the spoiler ig) or stampede (YET), but rem is so funny. shes more than a living saint and im glad we get to see more of her here. shes the only mom ever

-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO RIGHT

-also i thought knives *fixed* the thing, i forgot he caused it lmao

-arent they adorable? :3 pls dont touch them :3

-"it could end in disaster" you dont say....you dont say....

-NOT THEM SAYING YES IMMEDIATELY I WILL CRY

-BABY KNIVES WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU (ik what happened to him)

-"if you can love someone with all your heart then its alright".........im gonna take so time to think about that cuz....yeah, i guess thats true isnt it?

-oh that doesnt age wel...not even story wise but life wise....if we could only talk with each other

-ok so...is that a fucking ghost? and if it is, did she really appear when knives's faith in humanity was at its peak? really :c?

-OH ITS MY TIME TO GET SICK :D

-OK NO THATS SO INTERESTING CUZ HERE IS VASH WHO IS CURIOUS ABOUT TESLA AND WANTS TO READ THE REPORT BUT IN STAMPEDE (spoilers coming im sorry) IS KNIVES WHO WANTS TO READ IT. DID HE LOSE THIS FAITH *WAY EARLIER* THAN TRIMAX KNIVES??? HOW TF IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE?????

-great....scientific....discovery.....you say......... so the scientists were ready for another tesla situation....

-pls no pls no pls no. you teach her how to speak and then you do that shit. stop

-by looking at the pictures and descriptions we can say that the scans began on her 13th day of life (multiple scans as the chapter mentions), and 87 DAYS LATER they started to ask themselves if that was correct to do from a moral standpoint...87 days. and just after they started to question themselves she started dying. just 10 days later...fuck

-"we have no desire to rest" WHAT ABOUT YOUR "SUBJECT" THO ASSHOLES

-its never not gonna make me sick how they killed a child in 100 days. thats all it took.

-ajjjj :c im fucking sick

chap 2:

-same vash same

-ily rem but no, thats too fucked up to forgive

-knives, my poor baby :c

-"i wish i could cut myself from everything too" oh mood, i mean what

-ok but rem trying to pick vash up and he refusing has to be so fucking heartbreaking for rem cuz thats her fucking child no matter what

-imagine your child who loved you so much rejecting you like that. i would literally shatter

-"you can continue the experiments with us" vash stfu i swear. catch me actually crying over that line btw im not ok

-INTERESTING how rem says she felt powerless (and i get why) but during the whole thing the crew had so much power over her life

-it fucks me up this is a one year old trying to die of starvation. yeah he looks older and etc etc but hes still less than 2 years old. life is pain. why nightow.

-also idk if im interpreting the panel right but i think he *was* going to eat but saw rem in his room so he stopped

-or are those different days? idk

-alright, today you are eating you sick son of a bitch :]

-NO STOP THAT YOU FUCKING CHILD

-the panel being blurry on purpose, 10/10

-hes sitting the same way rem did- oh im ending it all

-i feel kinda weird saying this but i just fucking love that story: the metaphor, how she tells it. it really feels like a parent trying to teach a kid something. its sad but feels comfy. i could literally read/listen to her telling that story of the train in her dreams over and over

-[pause for crying]

-its "separated ways" cuz that talk with rem lowkey divided rem i think. knives would be way different if he had heard what rem said. damn it why did he had to faint

chap 3

-"king of loneliness" pls i want to stop crying

-i know he didnt block the memory, i feel it

-yey creepy knives is here....yeyyy....

-amazing transition btw, gives me the yibbies every time

-HES RIGHT THO MF, YOU ARE AFRAID

-why he looks so cool while being creepy stop it knives stop it

-idk if im understanding it right, but i think knives did the thing he did in the first chapter but for all ships. it comes full circle

-god i hate when hes right

-im sad to say he looks beautiful and epic. also for the life of me i could not say if that plant agreed with him or not

-yknow what i think she didnt agree to that

-age of chaos wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii :D

[i took a one day break cuz the volume made me too sad BUT IM BACK BABY]

chap 4

-yeah ig my baby has been to so many funerals if you think about it

-YEAH TO THE RESCUEEEEE

-wolfwood: you dont wanna mess with this guy he will break you

the guy in question: :c

-aw his cute little and stupid face :3

-i love to see vash having a good time :') god he needed that

-oh man we're getting sad again

-also yes they take those people who did whatever they did but the bartender is also taking vash in, even the demons get to drink there huh, nice

-why tf is this guy so wise, why is he saying what vash (kinda) needs to hear? amazing, im devastated

-wait so the feathers or whatever hurt??? because of the face he made. SO DOES IT HURT???? NO :C

-knives can you not-

-ITS HIM IN ALL OF HIS FUCKED UP GLORY :D

-SHUT UP VASH, GEESUS

-the final panel its so cute and then there's the fucking speech bubble that says "dumbass" its true tho xd

chap 5

-NOT THE FUCKING FEATHER i dont want to go there

-he looks so tired :c

-oh shit i forgot about that panel of his face wth

-OH SHIT WOLFWOOD NO

-OH THATS CREEPY AS HELL YO WHAT

-"the last thing i want to do is be a burden to him" STFU WOLFWOOD AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

-SHES HERE OH SHIT OH SHIT

-"youre the one who needs to be careful" I WILL CHEW GLASS

-FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT

-OH GOD OH NO ITS HIM GET OUTTTT

-elendira ily sm

-thank you wolfwood for saying trans rights lmao

-HES ASLEEP. KILL HIM VASH KILL HIM

-oh no his glasses :c

-ah fuck hes awake noooooooooooo

chap 6

-LEGATO IN THE METAL HANDBAG :D WHAT WILL HE DO

-dont you bring tesla into this >:[

-idk whats happening but KILL HIM

-*sigh* i hate when knives is right

-DONT YOU DARE SAY THAT AFTER STAMPEDE MF :C "if they come for us lets just run as fast as we can" YOU ARE MAKING IT SO HARD TO READ THIS MAN

-also yey he regained his eye :3

-:cccccccccccccccccccccc im so happy that talk was in stampede

-also yeah vash hates knives with a burning passion but EVEN THEN he still was willing to give him a chance and live together with him, i cant do this anymore really

-im picturing legato kind of jumping in his metal handbag to move around as if he was in a sleeping bag cuz i think thats way funnier lmao

-:cccccccccc vash pls

-ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh :c his armmmm

-oh geesus oh god no OH HELL NO

-ohhhhh i see. look at legato being useful lmao /J

-THE ARK IS HERE WOOP WOOP

well that was certainly a volume

#trimax #trigun maximum #trigunbookclub #im in so much pain and turmoil #but im also having the time of my life #but then again chapter 2 wreck me for the rest of the day and i read that at like 10am yesterday

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three--rings · 2 years ago

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That poll about power outages is WILD to me. Most people are replying with like IDK an hour or less than a day or MAYBE that one time a day.

And my answer is 21 days. And it's just the extreme difference in living somewhere with a Natural Disaster Season and not.

So okay I'll tell the story of the 21 days. It's also my very first memory (collectively, a series of memories.) (To be clear I've had other power outages but not THAT long. I've only been ground zero for a big hurricane once. Remind me to tell you my Tropical Storm Alison story sometime tho.)

So Hurricane Alicia hit Galveston and then Houston in August 1983. I was four. It will be the 40th anniversary this year.

At the time my family was living close to the Port of Houston, because my dad worked in the power plants in that industrial area. So my very first memory is hunkering in my parent's bathroom, with an electric lantern and a radio, listening to the storm hit the port a few miles away. And then the radio stopped, just went to static. (Some of this is my mom's account blended with my memory, to be clear.)

The storm passed over us and at dawn we emerged to see the damages. I remember it vividly. The sky was purple and orange. The street was a river and there were entire trees floating down it. I've seen a lot of storms and I've never seen that kind of pure destruction. But it was only trees. We were lucky.

(Yes these photos being Black and White Historical Images makes me feel ancient thanks. I promise we had color film.)

Anyway, after that, the only problem was there was NO POWER. All the power lines were down, poles and all. And it was AUGUST in Texas.

I remember holding ice in a towel against myself as the only way to get cool.

Then power started being turned on in bits and pieces in the area. The first place to get power that we knew was a dentist office belonging to a friend of my parents. So we all moved into the dentist office. Like four sets of parents with eight or so kids. Sleeping on the floor of a dentist because it had air conditioning. Me in my Strawberry Shortcake sleeping bag.

Then my grandmother's apartment got power, so we moved out of the dentist to a one bedroom apartment. My parents, my grandmother, me and my teenage brother. All in two small rooms. I remember...arguing.

Then, finally, 21 fucking days later the power at my house was turned back on.

I'm tempted to say it's because it was 40 years ago or because it was Texas or because it was a poor neighborhood that it took so long.

But honestly, sometimes all the infrastructure gets knocked down and you have to rebuild the whole system from scratch and it takes time. I'm not sure it would be a whole lot shorter today.

My family was without power after Hurricane Ike for a week+ and that was a nice neighborhood without any significant damage. (I had left the city by then.) And most of my coworkers went without power for a solid week after that one and we are 100 miles further inland. (My electric co-op stayed up, though, because it came from another direction. Also stayed on during that terrible freeze that took the state out a couple years ago. Small decentralized community-owned power ftw.)

So yeah, losing power has always just been a thing. Like occasionally you just have a named storm come through and wreck your shit. It's wild to me that people live places where the planet doesn't just try to kill you occasionally.

#threerings' stories #hurricanes #power outages

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miistafucker · 30 days ago

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throwback to the time i got drunk and accidentally flashed someone my boobs in my hotel hallway cuz i was dancing and begged a rando to watch me dance and halfway through my shirt fell all the way down

the full story is i went on holiday and i was at the bar and i got antisocial and so i was rewatching part 5 at the bar , i was rewatching part 5 through different parts of the holiday like my loser ass was watching it next to the pool or at like 4am in the morning after i got home from bars . nonetheless , this day i got up to episode 34 ,,, so i told my friend i don’t wanna cry in public but i don’t wanna stop watching so i got her to watch it w me if i went back to my room right then

so i went back to my room and i was listening to my playlist in the walk home bc idk if it’s bc i have adhd or whatever but i can’t be left alone in my thoughts bc i’ll do some crazy shit to silence the boredom if not . so i was walking up to my room and it was ab 1am at this point so the corridors were really quiet but anyway a chorus of a song i’m deadass embarrassed to say came on and ik the full choreo of the song bc i dance in my free time so i start fucking dancing and this 20-ish old man busts a corner and now i’m standing face to face w a rando , dancing , he freezes bc ofc it’s weird to see some older teen dancing in your fucking corridor .

i keep going nonetheless bc if i stopped it would be dropping my pride and i am NOT doing that . atp he figures out i’m not gonna stop and so i just embrace the weirdness of it and decide im gonna do the whole choreo in front of him , he is now cheering me on in typical 20 y/o british man banter fashion so im like this is no longer awkward for any of us . at the second verse my fucking shirt falls down bc if u know me im a fucking slut and i dress in basically nothing and at the time my shirt was barely covering anything , pretty much a bra . it just gives out on me and falls off .

i stop dancing and look at it for a bit and look at him and he’s shocked but doesn’t move or react to much . i’m even more embarrassed now . and in my DRUNK MIND MY BRAIN WENT BACK TO MY ORIGINAL MENTALITY “if i stop it’ll be more embarrassing” SO I PUT IT BACK ON AND KEPT DANCING . and he’s laughing at me but is still cheering on thinking what the fuck . i finish the entire song and bow and run back to my room at the end of the corridor .

i text my friend what happened and she’s in tears and i’m devistated but nonetheless i had to wait for a while for her but we watched ep 35 together and i sobbed and even she cried “bc i was crying and it made it sadder” (she’s a bucciarati fan and narancia is my drawn second fav) . she knew i’d like narancia years ago before i even watched it and said i act just like him and remind her of him so she literally had to spoil me of his death when i was still on part 2 , and also she called me when i first watched his death to help me , she knew even a rewatch would be painful so ty for helping me rewatch it after a drunken disaster

i was emotionally unstable for a few days after , don’t watch ur favs die when ur drunk and just flashed a random man

bonus : the next morning i found that that nigjt i drew narancia very badly on the chalkboard in the room w broken hearts around it

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morganablack · 2 years ago

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This is a short story I have written, Ik it’s not the best, please be kind <3

The doggy plushie

Clothes everywhere. Dust flying into the air makes me cough as it tries to make its way into my lungs. Shoes hanging onto the corner of the bed, my favorite pair of sneakers that I had since I was fourteen; I begged my parents a month before they agreed in the end to buy them for me. I was so happy that I wore them all the time, to school, to the park, even when it was raining and my mom would scold me that I would catch a cold if my feet got wet. A smile makes its way onto my lips as I gaze at the worn sneakers, but it quickly fades away as my attention is turned towards the state of my room. It's a complete, almost impressive mess. Clothes, books, jewelry, shoes, purses, sketchbooks thrown all over the place, waiting to be sorted into the boxes next to me.

The reason why my room is a disaster is because in two days I will be moving out of my childhood home and I need to be done with all the packing, preferably today. Well, that's what I was hoping for, but now I realize it might be impossible to do it in a day.

I huff as I lift a box off the ground, having the intention to start with sorting the books, but my cat thought it would be fun to choose that exact moment to jump in front of my feet. Yelping, I try to avoid her and accidentally I step on something sharp. I curse as my balance is completely lost and a second to late I realize that I’m falling face forward towards my cupboard. I put my arm in front of my face to protect it and I scream as the sharp corner of the cupboard makes contact with it.

Naturally, I end up on the floor. I try to move my hand a bit, but I scream in pain and quickly stop it. It's red and swollen, a purple bruising waiting to form where it made contact with the cupboard. Great. This is the last thing I need now, a possibility of a broken arm.

I hear a meow next to me and turn to glare at my cat, who looks completely unbothered by all of this. She licks her paws and looks back at me with curious eyes. The brat broke my hand! And no one is home to help me!

With tears in my eyes, I try to get up, since I can’t wait laying on the floor all day. With my good hand I grab onto the cupboard that I fell into, trying to use it as support to get up. I’m almost up when, by mistake, I slightly open a drawer. Curiosity wins me over so I glance inside for a second and my breath is stolen right from my lungs, leaving me gasping for air. Inside, at the very bottom, is my old doggy plush, worn out, the fur dirty and sticky in places, its neck hanging limp from all the squeezing it suffered from my tiny hands. Tears make their way into my eyes for an entirely different reason and a sob is ripped from my core, memories flashing before my eyes, capturing my mind.

I remember something. I remember.

Fresh air in my face.

Green grass under my feet.

The sun beaming down on me, the joyful screams of other children running through the park, some older, some younger than me. Some with their parents, some with friends, all laughing. Suddenly I’m flying, the ground getting smaller as I look down. A shriek leaves my tiny lips and I wave my limbs around in a futile attempt to escape, but strong hands hold me tight, safe. Doesn’t matter how much I wiggle my body, my captor keeps holding me close and I’m placed next to a strong chest, warm. My eyes drift up and I’m met with deep brown ones, so full of love.

‘Easy there, princess. I’ve got you, no need to panic.” That voice.

It brings me comfort.

I’m safe here.

A word blossoms in my throat and I yell as loud as I can, letting the world know who this person is, he is mine, he is my...

‘Daddy!’

In a flash, the scene shifts. I’m in a room with pink walls, a princess curtain, to

come along with the princess carpet. The furniture has a funny toy that doesn’t let me open it, only the grown ups can, and the corners are soft to the touch. Mommy always looks alarmed when I run into them, but I know they can’t hurt me.

I’m on the floor, helping my friend Barbie get ready for prom. Ken is supposed to come pick her up soon and she can’t decide what pair of heels to wear. I told her several times to just wear the sparkly ones, cause sparks go with everything, but she says they are too much. Honestly, she is so complicated sometimes!

‘Hey there princess, what are you doing down there?’ a voice asks as a shadow looms over me. As I look up, my eyes light up and I laugh.

‘Dwaddy!’

He smiles and sits down next to me, a hand behind his back. I start explaining to

him how annoying Barbie is, that Ken is starting to be late and she is getting worried, the shoes she picked don’t go along with her outfit at all and her hair is starting to come undone. Daddy nods and agrees with everything I said, which is obvious, since I was right. Daddy is smart.

‘Well princess, I have a present for you. To make up for the week I was gone’ he says as a toy is pushed into my hands. It’s a dog plushie, with brown fur, but a white belly. His paws are white too, so it looks like he is wearing boots.

I know about the time daddy is talking about. He disappeared for a week, even though mommy said he was gone with work and would soon come back, I didn't believe her. I cried non-stop, so sure that daddy was never coming back. A part of me felt sorry because mommy was trying her best to console me and of course I love mommy, but my tiny was breaking apart, not feeling safe anymore. Daddy was safe and he wasn't here, so the safe was gone and it was scary. When he came back, I glued myself to him for the whole day, to make sure he would stay.

Well, anyway, daddy is making up for that time now and the doggy is looking nice, so I guess I can forgive him in the end.

‘A doggwy! Twank yu daddy!’ I wobbly get up and jump into his arms. He laughs and draws me close, filling me with warmth.

‘ I love you princess’

And just like that, the present comes back to me. I’m full out sobbing now, my

body trembling as emotions fill my heart, making me squeeze my eyes shut. If someone asked me why I’m crying, I couldn’t possibly explain. Am I happy? Sad? Overjoyed? Melancolic? I don’t know. I don’t know if I’m happy remembering all those beautiful memories or if I’m grieving their passing, my youth gone and responsibilities making their way into my life, strangling me.

Distantly, I hear the front door open, footsteps coming my way, but my brain is too stuffed to fully register that, until a soft voice is heard over my sobs.

‘Princess? Are you okay? What happened?’ my dad asks with a worried look, his eyes moving frankly over my trembling body. I can see his own body shake with the need to come close, but he refrains, not knowing if that is allowed or not. Silly dad. Maybe he isn’t as smart as I thought he was.

‘Daddy!’ I cry even harder as I open my good arm in a clear invitation. In a second he is on the floor with me, pulling me into his arms, mindful of my hurt arm. I bury my head in his chest and the only thing that runs through my head is safe. I’m safe.

#original story #short story #story #story time #sad stories #im sobbing #im sorry #cant believe i did that #sorry for textposting #i should go to bed #sorry guys #cant belive im posting this

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 2 years ago

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Ik I keep requesting, but ur writing is so amazing, and I need more Ellie and Reader, mother and daughter moments😭

Kinda going based on the game, but imagine if Ellie hasn't told Reader about her liking girls (just pretend Ellie and Dina got together when they were teens💀) and Reader walks in on them kissing and is shook and leaves awkwardly and Dina and Ellie were like "Shit-" and Joel's just like 🤨 "Why you acting weird" but Reader doesn't tell him and he thinks Ellie has a boy in her room and goes all dad mode

Oh keep them coming. I live writing these tiny ideas out it's so much fun. 🤭✨ This low key made me giggle. 🥺🤍

You return home earlier. Ready to tackle all the laundry before both Joel and Ellie come back home. You suspect nothing at first because you know when Ellie usually gets back so when you walk through the main door you don't even call out for her. You're doing your thing humming to yourself as you fold the already dry pieces before hanging up the freshly washed ones to air dry in the sun.

With a basket propped on your hip, you make your way up. Thinking that this might be the best time to sort out Ellie's clothes. Change up the winter outfits for something a bit lighter for spring. And you're so lost in your thoughts that you don't even hear the light music playing in the room. Opening it without a second guess. Your eyes fall onto the two girls who barely have a chance to jump apart as they clearly were in a quiet steamy make-out session. Not to mention the fact that Ellie's hands are still gripping the girl's hips.

No one says anything. You just stare at them. They both are staring at you. Until the situation finally hits you and you quickly close your mouth, eyes falling all over the room but just not look at them. "I'm just... I will just put this here", you awkwardly lower the basket to the ground. Before stepping out and closing the door behind you. You hear Ellie mumbling a quick, "Mom...", but you're out, already walking down the stairs.

Ellie is full-on panicking because a) she has never talked about dating and b) well you just walked in on her making out with a girl that she likes and fucking c) she hasn't even told anyone besides Dina that she's into girls. So she is ready to storm after you so she could explain but Dina catches Ellie's hand, mumbling a quiet, "Your shirt is undone", and that only makes her even more panicked. "This is a disaster", Ellie exhales falling back to her bed. She knows that you would be fine with it all deep down but it's just not how she imagined this would have gone. "Should I leave?", Dina asks and of course, the answer is no. Even more so Ellie has no clue how to walk her out without anyone noticing.

You on the other hand nearly crash into Joel as you storm off the stairs. Too lost in your mind to notice that he had returned home earlier as well. "Wow, easy there, you nearly took my head off", Joel's quick to steady you and make sure you don't fall. Your eyes quickly dart up the stairs. You know straight away that Joel can't see this. Regardless of who is in Ellie's room, Joel is one protective male. And you even more so know that Ellie would die of embarrassment if he was to walk in on her like that.

"Did something happen?", Joel asks already frowning and you instantly grab onto him, "No! Why would there be something wrong?", the fakes of laughter follow suit. Joel tilts his head to the side not believing you because you have always been shit at keeping secrets from him. "You got that dog didn't ya?", he asks and in a way it makes some weight lift off your shoulders as you nod quickly, "Ain't that fun...", you trail off just as the sound of something falling upstairs rings out through the house.

Joel's eyes dart up the stairs instantly and you try to hold onto him. Digging your feet into the ground as you try to keep him from going up there but let's face it how can you keep that hulk down? The fact that two sets of voices can be heard as well doesn't help. Joel shoots you a killer look, "So a dog huh", as he crosses the space between the stairs and Ellie's room in a couple of steps.

He is ready to throw that poor guy through the window. And the fact that both of you said nothing? Joel could understand Ellie in a way... that she might have wanted to reach out for you first but you. How could you not tell him? It was not like he would ban Ellie from dating. He would just make sure the lad knows that he was going to be watched and probably get a broken nose if he hurt his baby girl.

Swinging the door open Joel steps in. Face sour, arms already ready to drag the guy down the stairs. But freezing just like you did when you first walked in. You practically run into Joel's back. "Oh my god dad get out!", Ellie cries out. Stepping in front of Dina who is still pulling her shirt over her head. And Joel has never turned around quicker in his life. You push your head into the room quickly, "I promise I tried to stop him", you shoot Ellie an apologetic look. "Maybe get decent and come down for some tea huh? You don't have to obviously but like...", you say yet Ellie quickly shakes her head at your suggestion. Motioning for you with her eyes to get out and so you do just that.

Joel's sat by the kitchen island as you walk back down, "You know you have warned me", he says, "Well, sorry, it wasn't me who was about to make pancakes out of the poor creature". You sit right beside him. It's a kind of weird feeling. Because of course, you expected her to explore eventually. And you can't help but think about how you were in her shoes once. A chuckle escapes your lips as you rest your palms over your face, "That was so bad", Joel to your surprise joins in. Fingers running through his beard, "I don't know what was worse this or when she walked in on us...", you hit his chest hating that he was making you relive that horror again. "Oh, she's going to be petrified...", you mutter, leaning against your lover as you two still laugh. "You reckon we should mess with her? Pretend that we are like really mad?", "Joel...", you shake your head in disbelief, "What? Start fake crying now it needs to be believable".

#bubble with bubbles 🫧#joel miller x reader #joel miller imagine #joel x ellie #the last of us imagine

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ashdreams2023 · 3 years ago

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Hey so I just read your fic you wrote where reader asks Loki to make a seggs tape and and I was wondering (bc my twisted mind had an idea) if you could do where that tape gets leaked and the reader like runs into the kitchen crying and yelling at tony and Bruce to tell them and to take it down somehow and she just feels like a…whøre or whatever for doing that and feels bad for almost ruining Lokis career aswell??

Sorryyy ik that’s weird, u don’t have to write it! Idk what’s wrong with my mind 🙈

Summary: your sex tape with Loki gets leaked.

You were supposed to have a nice weekend, nothing on your schedule, maybe even go on a shopping spree you just got paid for god sakes.

But of course something had to happen.

"Your phone has been blowing up with notifications since you got into the bathroom love" Loki commented, still trying to make his hair look a little less greasy for the day.

"Oh really, I wonder why" you grabbed your phone, on the screen it showed multiple notifications from your social media and a few headliners with your name and Loki on it.

The panic officially hit though when you opened one of the links and you saw what people have been screaming about.

"Done! Hey why don’t w-" Loki didn’t finish his sentence, your face was frozen with shock and terror.

"Love…what’s the matter?"

The whole world seemed to crash on itself.

"To…TONY!" You screamed suddenly and stormed out the room, leaving Loki in utter confusion.

Tony and Bruce had just gotten out of the lab after pulling an all nighter and just putting something in their stomach when you barged in on them like a madman.

"HELP ME HELP ME!" you cried pulling Bruce by his caller and shaking him "this is a disaster please help!"

The two men looked at each other, not yet fully grabbing what just happened.

"Calm down kid and maybe tell us what happened!?" Tony said.

"Just look at your phones, it’s everywhere…I beg you take it down and erase it off the planet" Tony blinked before checking his device and let’s say he was expecting the worse but this…was not what he had in mind.

"Ok, this will take a few hours just so we make sure everyone who saved it gets a virus" you let go of Bruce and nodded, all your hope is laying with them.

You could see Bruce’s face flush when tony whispered to him about the situation, god you never wanted to die more than today.

The tower was already empty or you would’ve had everyone stare at you.

Loki walked in the common area and found you sitting on the sofa with your face hidden in your hands, clearly still crying.

"Darling it’s not that b-"

"No it is Loki!" You snapped at him "I ruined everything now, your reputation, your career for god sakes and my own image!" your face looked so red, anger mixed with shamed, mixed with embarrassment.

Loki sighed softly, he walked up in front of you and kneeled down to your eye level.

"Look at me please"

"I don’t want to…"

"Why? I want to see your pretty face" Loki’s hands reached for your face, lifting it up and smiling at you with a look that holds nothing but adoration.

"Why are you not angry?" You sniffed.

"Because there is nothing to be angry about, I’m shocked yes but not angry and you shouldn’t be either" you blinked at him, a little confused and a tiny bit comforted by his touch.

"You are not responsible for it leaking, you are an adult in the law eye and that tape didn’t show anything strange-"

"But-"

"No buts. The public knows of our relationship and is it no surprise that we have sex, so what? and it didn’t ruin nobody’s career, we’re heroes not some celebrity, plus if anybody has something bad to say about you they’ll have to face me first" Loki was many things but dumb wasn’t one of them, he knew how law worked and if he wanted to he could turn whoever leaked into dust.

"Let’s calm down, stark and banner will take care of everything" he wiped your tears with his thumb, you warped your arms around his neck and nuzzled your face in his neck.

"If you say so."

#imagine #mcu #loki laufeyson #loki smut #loki #loki x reader #loki imagine #fanfic #mcu loki #loki/y/n

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nightttdreamers · 3 years ago

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The Plan (and how it failed miserably) / Stan x Kyle

hello! reuploading this fic because i edited it a bit. last night, i found a playlist called “songs to have a crush to” and it possessed me and three hours later i’d written a 4.5k fic! crazy how that happens

please enjoy pining kyle x oblivious stan and be ready for confessions, fluff, a pinch of teenage angst for spice, fun side character action, disaster gays, and a happy ending :)

TW for underage drinking and some (canon-aligned) sex jokes, but otherwise this fic is pretty tame and wholesome

AO3 link | 4.5k words | One-shot

Kyle's going to ask Stan out tonight. He has a plan. The only issue is literally every part of the plan is falling apart.

You’ve got this. You are super cool and fun and hot.

Kyle stares at himself in the mirror, delicately placing a curl of red hair just over his forehead in an attempt to conceal a blemish.

Even though this is your second stress pimple this week. You’ve still got this.

He looks down at his outfit, carefully coordinated during a thirty-minute facetime call with Heidi. Kyle figured that she would know what clothes made guys look better, and she was happy to help once he told her why he needed the perfect look for tonight.

Your outfit is “giving effortlessly flawless.” Heidi said so and she used to be attracted to you, for some reason.

His phone buzzes to life and Kyle doesn’t even need to check it to know it’s the “im outside” text he’s been expecting. He gives himself one more glance in the mirror.

Tonight is the night you are going to ask Stan out.

“Your boyfriend’s outside,” says Ike from the doorway. Kyle grabs his phone from his desk, tucking it in his back pocket.

“He’s not my boyfriend.” Well, yet , Kyle thinks. Hopefully. He’s been planning this night for two weeks now, ever since Tolkien announced that he’s throwing a party at his family’s lakehouse to kick off Spring Break. It’s the perfect set-up; Stan will drive them there (as usual), they’ll have the whole long car ride to talk and listen to music. They’ll hang out at the house, dance a little bit, get some liquid courage. Then, once the party starts to mellow out, they’ll head out onto the dock and Kyle can ask him under the stars. Then, either Stan accepts, the two head inside, find one of Tolkien’s numerous bedrooms and enjoy their evening, or Stan rejects him and Kyle drowns himself in the lake.

“Earth to Kyle,” interrupts Ike. “God, you sure drool over him a lot for a guy who’s not your boyfriend.”

“Shut up,” is the best retort Kyle can think of, he’s too busy heading out of his room, desperate to get out of the house before he’s berated by another Broflovski. However, when he reaches the stairs, he sees that Stan is already in his doorway, talking to Sheila.

“The team’s doing great, Mrs. Broflovski,” Stan says. Kyle knows his mother is asking about football, though the season ended months ago. Stan never corrects her, just giving her that sweet little smile he does when he’s being bashful or modest and suddenly Kyle can feel his heart pounding in his chest.

Maybe you don’t got this.

“Kyle! You ready, dude?” Stan asks when Kyle makes his way to the bottom of the stairs.

Kyle nods, taking a second to find his voice. “Yeah, let’s go.”

“Bubbeh, you look so handsome!” Sheila says, giving her son a pinch on the cheek. Kyle looks at the ground, feeling his cheeks heat up with embarrassment. “Stanley, you take good care of my Kyle tonight, okay? Make good choices!” And now Kyle wants to hide under a rock.

“Don’t worry, Mrs. Broflovski,” Stan says, still smiling that stupidly perfect smile.

“Okay, bye mom,” Kyle says quickly, grabbing Stan by the sleeve and pulling him out of the house. “Dude, you didn’t have to come get me at the door.”

Stan shrugs as he heads to his car. “It’s the gentlemanly thing to do.”

Kyle hops into the passenger seat. “Since when have you been a gentleman?”

“I dunno,” Stan replies quickly, turning the car on. He opens his mouth again, then shuts it, simply sliding in one of his CDs.

That was weird , Kyle thinks. But, he doesn’t have time to overthink it as Stan is about to do what Kenny calls “the sluttiest non-sexual act a man can do.” He glances back through his rearview window, keeping one hand on the wheel and one on the console. With Stan’s gaze occupied, Kyle can shamelessly watch him, that perfect side profile, those forearms, even his hand gripping the wheel does something for him.

He’s so used to this routine that he’s able to look away before Stan turns to face forward again. Kyle thinks about how happy he’d be if he could just watch Stan drive around their shitty town forever.

“You excited for tonight?” Stan asks, snapping Kyle out of his daze.

“Uh, yeah I guess,” Kyle responds, because he wasn’t sure whether to play it cool or not.

Stan scoffs, glancing over at him with a funny look. “You guess?”

“Yeah, I don’t know, it might be fun. Might not be.” Kyle internally curses at himself for sounding like such a douchebag.

“Well, I’m excited,” Stan says, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel. “I think it’ll be a good time. Maybe you’ll be pleasantly surprised.”

Something’s off. Sure, Stan is usually optimistic about parties, but that’s because he’s a fucking social butterfly and the reigning beer pong champion. But he’s not usually this excited. Kyle looks over at him and notices that over his typical graphic t-shirt and jeans combo, he’s wearing his leather bomber jacket. The one he got for Christmas that was immediately declared the coolest clothing item anyone could ever possibly own (by Stan, but Kyle did love how he wore it).

“You look nice,” Kyle says, knowing Stan will hear the hint of suspicion in his voice.

The question flusters Stan, Kyle can see that in the way he glances down. They can never hide stuff from each other.. “Yeah? Thanks. I guess I’m dressed to impress.”

Stan’s reply leaves Kyle with a funny feeling in his stomach, but before he can question it further, Stan’s phone starts ringing.

“Hey Kenny… Yeah, just driving over with Kyle now... No, we’re not far from his place… Yeah, sure. Be there in a few.” Stan puts his phone back on the console. “Bebe bailed on giving Kenny a ride,” he explains to Kyle before he turns the car around.

Kyle wants to open the door and fling himself onto the road. Step one of the plan is failing, because there’s no way they can have tense, subtextually romantic conversation in the car ride with Kenny in the backseat. As they drive to Kenny’s, Kyle thinks about the sins and good deeds he’s committed recently and if the balance is okay enough for him to ask God for some favors tonight.

“‘Sup, shitlords,” is Kenny’s greeting as he steps into the car.

“Nice job getting ditched, Kenny,” Stan replies.

“She’s playing hard to get. You’ve gotta see the shit she was texting me last night, I think my phone screen is still sticky.”

“Nasty, man!” Kyle exclaims, and it’s one of the only things he says for the entire ride.

They approach Tolkien’s lake house about forty-five minutes later, which means that Kyle has had plenty of time to talk himself out of asking Stan out, then convince himself to do it again, and repeat the process a few times.

The party has already started, because Stan insists on being at least an hour late to everything, something Kyle’s actually grateful for right now. The boys head inside, Kenny quickly leaving them to “pursue the hunt.”

“He’s definitely just gonna hook up with Butters again,” Stan says to Kyle, leaning in a bit to be heard over the noise.

Kyle stifles a laugh, which makes Stan grin. “Well, yeah. But aren’t you at least rooting for him?”

“If Bebe bailed on him already tonight, I think he’s lost his shot. Do you see her anywhere? She usually drives Wendy too.”

He grips the hem of his t-shirt at the mention of her name. Stan and Wendy had their last break-up over seven months ago. This was by far the longest they’d ever spent apart, and it really seemed like the end for them. Kyle could almost forget about the girl, except for the fact that she’s his academic rival. And your romantic rival now.

“No,” Kyle says flatly, even though he hasn’t looked around the party at all.

“Well, let’s get some drinks,” Stan says, giving Kyle’s shoulder a squeeze before making his way through the crowd. Kyle follows behind him, looking up at Stan’s dark hair and trying to avoid eye contact with anyone so he doesn’t have to go through the greeting process.

Unfortunately, they run into Tolkien, and though he’s desperate for a drink, he’s not going to be an asshole and ignore the host of the party.

“Stan and Kyle!” Tolkien shouts with a grin, giving Stan a fist-bump and Kyle a wave. Kyle likes how he calls them ‘Stan and Kyle’ in the same way people refer to ‘Tweek and Craig,’ a couple that’s absolutely attached at the hip. Maybe we still can really be Stan and Kyle.

Luckily, Stan keeps the chat with Tolkien short, and the host knows that people are really there for his open bar. He points them in the direction of the kitchen and the boys make their way over.

Kyle just needs a drink. He absolutely hates the taste of anything alcoholic, except for Kiddush, which was disgustingly sweet enough to hide the bitter taste. Tonight, though, he would even do shots if it means he can muster the courage to look Stan in the eyes. Granted, Stan seems to be constantly scanning each room they walk through, not even looking at Kyle anyway.

The kitchen is a bit quieter and every surface is covered in boxes and bottles and glasses and loose lime wedges. Thank god .

“What do you want, dude?” Stan asks, looking through the selection.

“There’s a lot to choose from.” Kyle typically just accepts whatever’s in Cartman’s flask, he has no idea where to start. “What are you thinking?”

Stan picks out two cans of beer, holding one out. “Natty light?”

Kyle eyes the can. “I was thinking something stronger,” he says. And something that’s not absolutely gross.

Stan doesn’t seem too happy with his answer, and his expression makes Kyle feel like a dick. Before he can try to apologize, though, they’re interrupted (fucking again ).

“Stan Marsh!” Shouts Clyde from the doorway, already incredibly drunk. Kyle doesn’t dislike Clyde, more the fact that Clyde and Stan have gotten close since they started playing football together more seriously, and that football-captain Stan is very different from Kyle’s Stan.

“Clyde fucking Donovan!” Stan shouts back, putting his beer down to give his linebacker a hug with lots of back-patting. It’s grossly macho and Kyle actually has to look away.

“I need you to play pong with me right now. I’m getting my ass kicked out here,” Clyde says, keeping a hand on Stan’s shoulder for stability.

“We can tell,” Kyle remarks, in a needlessly bitchy tone.

Stan shoots him a sympathetic look. “I just got here, Clyde. Can you go one more game without me?”

Clyde makes an expression much like a kicked puppy. “Come on, Stan. Help a guy out.”

Stan looks between the two on opposite sides of the kitchen, his face all scrunched up with conflict.

Finally, Kyle concedes. “Go, I’ll find Kenny or something.”

The smile Stan gives him almost makes the sacrifice worth it. “I’ll catch up with you later, okay?”

He’s already being dragged outside by Clyde before Kyle can respond. The redhead sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. Another step of the plan, get drunk with Stan, is looking like another failure. He leans back against the wall, needing a minute to recuperate, revisit the plan, maybe tonight is just not the night for him and Stan. Maybe these are all signs that it’ll never happen for them.

“Shit, Kyle. You need a shot,” says a voice straight from heaven. Kyle turns, and sees Heidi standing in the doorway, hands on her hips.

“I need a gun, Heidi,” he says, and it feels very good to let himself be dramatic.

“Can we try this obnoxiously fruity vodka first?” She asks, which earns a smile from Kyle. Heidi searches the cabinets for clean shot glasses while Kyle leans against the counter, watching her.

“I’ll chug it from the bottle. You look really nice, by the way,” he says. He’s always liked Heidi’s fashion sense, which is why he trusted her to help him out.

“You too, and not just because I’m the one who dressed you.” She settles for solo cups, and Kyle doesn’t even care if that means she can’t actually measure out a shot. “Where’s loverboy?”

Kyle groans. “It’s never gonna happen. He’s barely spoken to me all night. Maybe a party was a bad idea, there’s too much going on here.”

“No! It’s a great idea! It’s gonna be so romantic, Kyle. You just need a little bit of assistance, that’s all.” She slides him the cup, holding hers up.

“Fuck, l’chaim,” Kyle says, downing the shot. At least if it’s just him and Heidi, he can cringe without fearing judgment.

“You’re such a baby,” Heidi teases (Well, her judgment he can handle). She pours them each another shot.

Kyle chugs it again, not even waiting for Heidi this time. “What do I do? Kenny did a dramatic reading of his sexts the entire drive over and now he’s playing pong with the football team.”

“Give him space for a minute! Let him play a few games, get the party started his own way, get a bit tipsy. The night is young, Kyle.” She takes Kyle’s hand, pulling it away from his cup and holding it in her own. “Come dance with me?”

Kyle takes a breath, looking at Heidi’s reassuring smile. Thank god they went through the whole I-thought-I-had-a-crush-on-you-but-I’m-actually-gay-and-want-to-be-your-friend thing a long time ago. When they’re not in a strange elementary school relationship, the two actually make a great pair.

“It would be my honor to dance with such a beautiful lady,” Kyle replies, giving Heidi a small bow. The brunette laughs, pulling him out into the living room.

The party isn’t so bad. A little space from Stan helps, actually. Of course, Kyle still glances up every time he sees someone with that dark brown hair (fucking Craig), but he’s able to loosen up, socialize, and get a very comfortable level of drunk. After about thirty minutes, he runs into Stan again, the two crossing paths on their way inside and outside the backyard.

“Kyle! I was just about to go look for you,” Stan says, and Kyle hopes he can blame the red tint of his cheeks on the drinking.

“Me too,” Kyle says. “How was pong? Did you get to defend your title?” The words come out a lot easier now and Kyle thanks the nasty fruit vodka for its help.

“Well, Clyde didn’t pull me out there to lose. I did take all of his penalty drinks for him, but that’s because he doesn’t need anymore beer for a bit,” he replies, shrugging.

He’s so cute. I should just kiss him .

Wait , too fast. Kyle reminds himself that there’s still a plan in motion, even though he really wants to ditch it and just wrap his arms around the dark-haired boy.

“You having fun?” Stan asks, a teasing grin on his face.

Kyle nods, taking another sip of the spiked seltzer he’s been holding onto.

“Good, I’m glad,” Stan says. The two simply look at each other for a moment, exchanging content looks. Stan’s tongue dashes across his lower lip, a nervous habit Kyle notices sometimes. “Do you wanna, um-”

“Hey! Party people listen up!” Yells Kenny, loud enough to silence the entire room.

Kyle’s ready to commit murder.

“All of you motherfuckers need to loosen up, and I know just the thing.” Kyle turns to look at the other, who is standing on a chair to distinguish himself. He holds up an empty bottle of wine, which explains the tint of purple on his lips. “Seven minutes in heaven.”

Actually, Kyle’s ready to commit a murder-suicide.

A few people roll their eyes and leave the room, but some stay. Kyle notices Heidi, Bebe, and Wendy standing in the corner, and understands now why Kenny proposed this game. Kyle misses the days of simple spin-the-bottle desperately.

“We’re in,” Heidi says, glancing across the room at Kyle. He hopes his expression adequately conveys just how little he wants to do this.

“Hell, why not?” Pipes up Craig, who the rest of his gang agrees with.

“Us too,” says Stan, putting a hand on Kyle’s shoulder. Fuck.

“Dude,” Kyle says in a low voice, looking up at the other. Stan simply shrugs. Why did he have to fall for such an idiot?

Kenny herds everyone to sit in a circle, placing the bottle center. He’s eyeing Bebe the entire time and Kyle laments that he has to suffer because Kenny doesn’t have the balls to just ask the girl out. Hypocritical.

“You look like you’re being tortured,” Stan says as the two sit beside each other cross-legged on the floor.

“This is one of the layers of hell,” Kyle replies, finishing off the rest of his drink.

Stan frowns a little, sipping his own drink. “Hey, Kenny, shouldn’t you start us off?”

“Bad luck to go first,” Kenny explains, shaking his head.

Heidi chimes in before anyone else. “I’ll go! It’s just a game, right? Never know what could happen,” she says, giving Kyle another look as she leans forward to spin the bottle. It lands on Jimmy, which Heidi seems pleased about. The two head off into the closest closet, and Kenny makes a show of setting the timer, earning a lot of “Oohs” from the group.

Another part of the plan is fucked. Kyle’s already done the math in his head of his chances of getting Stan, and it’s slim to none. Given his luck tonight, he’ll probably end up in the closet with Kenny. While the time passes, the rest of the group chatters and Kyle leaves to refill his drink.

In the kitchen, Stan catches up with him once more, and Kyle pretends not to notice until the other boy speaks up.

“You okay, man?”

Kyle looks down into a box of seltzers, completely faced away from Stan. “They only have the shitty flavors left.”

“I mean, like, with the party. You’ve been acting kinda weird all night.”

Kyle cracks open a can regardless. “I’m having a blast,” he says, turning back to Stan. His pissed-off expression fades when he locks eyes with the other. Stan doesn’t look like he’s in the mood for sarcasm.

“I just-” he begins. “I’m gonna head back to the game. I didn’t mean to drag you into something you’d hate.”

Stan walks back into the other room and Kyle follows at a distance. Heidi and Jimmy are emerging from the closet, smiles on their faces, and a hint of pink lipstick smeared across both their lips. Kyle feels like an asshole.

Heidi sits back down beside Wendy, who leans forward to spin the bottle. And just when Kyle was beginning to think that he should just spend time with Stan rather than sulk about some stupid plan for the rest of the party, the worst thing that’s ever happened in his life, and maybe the history of mankind happens.

The bottle lands on Stan.

And even worse, Stan looks happy.

He watches the boy he is hopelessly in love with head into a dark closet with the girl he’s been competing against for his entire life.

Ignoring Heidi calling his name, he leaves the room. He needs fresh air, he needs to not be around people, he needs to fucking scream. Of course there’s people on the dock, so Kyle sits beside the water instead, despite the fact that he’s dirtying the pants that took thirty minutes to choose.

It doesn’t matter anyway .

Kyle hugs his knees to his chest, holding back tears. Maybe he shouldn’t have gotten drunk like this. The confidence he felt earlier was definitely not worth the loss of control he has now. If they weren’t at this stupid lake house, he’d probably be walking home.

He feels like an idiot. Stan has always been a pipe dream. Kyle doesn’t even know if he’s into guys. He’s just been clinging to every sideways glance, every lingering touch, every whispered joke.

He wishes he could have fallen for anyone else. Why did it have to be the popular football player who's definitely living his dreams right now, getting back together with his perfect ex-girlfriend?

The people on the dock begin to shuffle inside, catching Kyle’s attention for a second. He feels a few droplets from the sky fall on him, and he understands the exit. He doesn’t want to get up yet, a little rain won’t be the worst thing to happen to him tonight anyway.

He stays put, watching the rain bounce off the water, until he hears a voice call out to him.

“Kyle!” Stan shouts, hurrying over to him. Kyle doesn’t even bother to look up. “What are you doing out here, dude? Got a little too drunk? It’s about to pour.”

“Whatever,” Kyle replies, letting Stan pull him up by his arm.

“Come inside,” Stan says and the concern in his eyes reminds Kyle that his feelings aren’t just going to disappear instantly. He just nods and follows Stan as the two head inside. They walk straight through the living room, where the game is still going on, and head upstairs to the bedrooms.

Confess to Stan on the water, under the starlight: also ruined.

Stan heads into one of the bathrooms, waiting for Kyle to enter before closing the door. “Sit down, I’ll get you a towel.”

Kyle’s doing his best not to look directly at Stan right now, so he pulls himself up and sits on the countertop.

“Take your sweater off,” Stan says. Kyle hopes he’s not blushing.

“Why?”

Stan cocks his head to the side slightly. “So you don’t catch a cold? I’ll give you my flannel, hang on.” He pulls his jacket off, then the flannel, leaving him in just a t-shirt.

Kyle pulls off his wet sweater, letting it drop to the floor below them. Stan presses the towel to his chest and Kyle is quick to take it from him, patting himself dry. He doesn’t say anything, even though he can feel Stan just standing there, watching him.

Once he’s in a better state, Stan helps him slide the flannel on. However, it’s when Stan begins to button it up for him that Kyle really comes to.

“Stop,” he says, grabbing Stan’s hands and pushing them away.

“What’s wrong?” Stan asks, backing away from Kyle cautiously.

“Just-” Kyle lets out a breath. “Stop, Stan. I don’t need your help. Why don’t you just go back to the party and your friends and Wendy and let me take care of myself, okay?”

Kyle’s staring at the tile below them, hands gripping the countertop. From the corner of his eye, he can see Stan fidgeting, the hesitant shuffle of his feet.

“I’m sorry, Kyle.”

The admission makes Kyle look up, confusion clear on his face. “For what?”

“Everything, fuck. This whole night has been such a shit show,” he sighs, running a hand through his hair. “And I just keep messing things up. I just wanted it to be fun for you but I kept getting so nervous and saying the wrong shit. I’m just- I’m sorry.”

Kyle feels like he sobers up in an instant. “What are you talking about?” He asks slowly.

Stan looks at him, lips pressed together, it’s his guilty face. “I was gonna tell you how I feel about you tonight.”

And then Kyle’s body goes into autopilot. The next thing he knows, he’s getting off the counter, grabbing Stan by the collar of his shirt, and pulling him down into a kiss. It’s a bit too forceful and his aim is off, but it’s still a kiss.

Stan puts his hands on Kyle’s chest, pulling away for a second. “Wait- what about you and Heidi?”

“Me and Heidi?” Kyle repeats, practically shouting it. “She helped me pick out an outfit that would impress you, Stan. She’s playing wingwoman.” He pauses. “What about Wendy?”

Stan lets out a laugh. “She was trying to help me out too. Six out of the seven minutes were her lecturing me about how terrible of a job I’m doing romancing you.”

“ You’re doing a terrible job? I’ve almost had like three nervous breakdowns tonight because my plan to ask you out kept getting ruined!”

“What was your plan?” Stan asks, reaching up to brush aside a curl of hair.

Kyle knows he’s blushing now. “Um, y’know. Lakeside. Stars out. Bottle of wine or something. It wasn’t supposed to be in the bathroom. And-” he steps away from Stan. “ I was supposed to confess to you! ”

Stan laughs again, quickly diffusing Kyle’s frustration. He takes Kyle’s wrist, pulling him close to his chest again. “Go on then, confess to me.”

Kyle can feel his heart throbbing in his entire body. “Was the kiss not enough?”

“No way,” Stan says. Maybe the romantic confession under the stars wasn’t for them, anyway. Before everything, Stan is still his best friend, and Kyle should’ve known that meant this moment was going to be filled with fumbled words and awkward, nervous laughter no matter how hard he tried to prevent that.

He exhales. “I like you, Stan.”

They kiss again. It’s still pretty sloppy because the two can’t seem to get close enough. But, after a moment, they slide into a comfortable position. Kyle pulls him back, breaking the kiss for just a second to sit on the counter again, bringing them face-to-face now.

“I like you too,” Stan says breathlessly, pulling away.

“Really?” Kyle asks, because this entire thing is still too good to be true.

“Are you kidding me? I’m fucking crazy about you, dude.” Stan’s grinning widely, and so is Kyle.

And because getting interrupted is their thing now, someone knocks on the door. “Hello? Some of us have to pee!”

Kyle leans forward to get off the counter, but Stan holds him there, keeping his hands on his waist.

“Ignore them,” Stan pleads.

“Dude, come on,” Kyle replies.

“There’s like a million bathrooms in this house.”

“And a billion bedrooms.”

Stan’s brows raise and he begins to stammer out a response.

“Relax. We’re not moving that quickly. But we are getting out of here.” Kyle hops off the counter, buttoning up the rest of Stan’s flannel before opening the bathroom door. To his surprise, it’s just Heidi standing there, with Wendy behind her.

“Sorry, Kyle,” she says, not seeming apologetic at all. “Looks like the plan worked, though.”

“Thank god,” Wendy says, arms crossed over her chest. “You’re both idiots. You know that, right?”

Before Kyle can reply, Stan speaks. “Yep.” And then he reaches forward and takes Kyle’s hand and Kyle feels like he’s going to combust.

“Told you it would work out,” Heidi says, smiling at Kyle before heading into the bathroom.

“I’m happy you got your shit together,” Wendy says, giving Stan a kiss on the cheek before following her friend.

The boys are quiet for a second before Kyle looks up at Stan. “Did… Does that mean they set us up?”

Stan looks down at him, nodding. “I think we might’ve just been a part of their plan.”

The two share a laugh, then Kyle remembers that they’re holding hands and he’s wearing Stan’s flannel and they literally just kissed and gets flustered all over again.

“So, what did you expect to happen after you told me?” Kyle asks.

“We get a bedroom. Make out. I tell you everything that I’ve been dying to tell you for months. Make out some more.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

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aetheternity · 4 years ago

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Sight, smell, touch, taste, sound and which one I believe would draw the Aot girls to you. Kinda Modern Au 🤷‍♀️ idk you be the judge.

(Pov: none of you asked for this but I got bored and decided to give it to you anyway.)

Mikasa

~Touch

The first time you touched her it was to pat her shoulder and tell her, "good luck" on a mission and she's been riding that high til the day she finally had you.

She was already so infatuated by you to the point that every bit of your touch became a daily necessity.

Locking you into her tight hugs late at night.

Pulling your lips back into hers whenever you try to escape.

She'll give you tiny kisses spread all over your face as soon as you wake up. And she's a huge fan of eskimo kisses. You might even trigger a little giggle from her when you initiate them.

She wants to rest her head on your chest and fall asleep to your heartbeat.

She's got your fingers perfectly knotted with hers in every situation.

Tangles your legs when the two of you are resting on the couch.

"I have to get up sometime Mikasa." Not today you don't.

Her favorite spot to scratch is your lower back. She softly circles her nails over that bit of skin after hiking your shirt up.

Please let her spend the day with you in her lap it's the perfect amount of intimate for her.

Annie

~Touch/Sound

One day you came to her with concern filling your eyes and hugged her even though you never had before. You simply told her, "I feel like something's wrong but I won't pry. Just know I'll be waiting for you to come back to me." So softly in her ear and despite her push back at first her feelings for you grew stronger everyday.

She grew to adore the smallest things about you.

The sounds of your low morning yawns before you kiss her face.

The warmth of your knee resting between her thighs

Loves when you whine her name. It sends heat flowing through her entire body. "What do you want?" (She'll pretend she hates it tho.)

Whenever you two are alone she has her head firmly placed on your chest, falling asleep to your heartbeat. Just like Mikasa (No you do not have to pee lay back down)

Loves when you card your fingers through her untied hair. (Sometimes you make her hum when you scratch the back of her head just right.)

She's gotta have your hands when you two are cuddling. Holding you like she's scared you're not really there.

Whisper in her ear and she just might shiver for you.

Laugh when she's sarcastic and watch the pretty pink color dust over her cheeks.

Tells you she loves you under her breath and melts when you say it back after kissing her cheek or neck.

Sasha

~(Sweet angel 🥺) Touch/taste

She held your hand like she'd always done with you and asked what you'd want your last meal in the world to be. Fucking around you said, "You." And the girl practically burst into flame. Meanwhile Connie at the opposite end of the table is mocking y'all talking about some, "Get a room already!" And then you did 😏

Oh, you just had some candy? She's biting your lips and sucking on your tongue.

Oh, your shampoo/body wash smells like banana, coconut, strawberries etc? She's got her face in your neck giving you little kisses. (Sometimes she'll give you a little kitten lick but it's fine cause you love it 😃).

She likes mutual feeding (ik that sounds weird idk how else to put it.) Like if you guys are eating popcorn together while watching a movie, she likes when you place the popcorn in her mouth and she does the same for you.

Licks the butter off your fingers when the popcorns gone.

When you stretch your arms next to her and then proceed to wrap them around her neck or waist she's in heaven.

Adores the feeling of your fingers splayed over her stomach right after she finished eating and the way you tease her by stroking her inner thigh.

Randomly jumps in the shower with you so that she can run her hands up and down every inch of your skin.

Sometimes she wakes you with a bunch of forehead kisses.

"Five more minutes please.." You beg

If you wake up before her though she'd love to be wrapped in your arms as she eats breakfast.

Hitch

~Sight (y'all already know my baby's a lil shallow)

It was like a movie scene. She saw you across the room during a small party for the anniversary of the military police first debut and she just had to have you. And bug you.. she stayed by your side as often as possible after that.

She'll laugh so that her compliments on your body sound less genuine but she means it every time.

And when you're not looking she's got her lip between her teeth, eyes working up and down your body.

"I wanna see you in this honestly." She'll say late at night handing you a picture and covering her face as you look at it.

"Reminds me of your pink dress?"

"Yeah! Yes.. that's the point we'll match."

Doesn't matter how long you've been dating. She'll always build a little tension before every kiss by looking directly at your lips then back into your eyes with a little smirk.

Whistles when you wear an outfit she recommended.

She never straight up says it but her favorite part of your body is the part you like the least.

Backwards ass compliments.

"You know orange isn't normally your color but today you made it work." And "You seem really confident despite wearing those pants."

Don't worry it's how she shows affection.

Makes you blush as often as possible because she just can't get enough of how gorgeous you are when you do.

Pieck

~Sight/taste

From the second she saw you she knew she had to get you out of your little bubble. You'd both done the warrior training as kids and you always kept to yourself. She thought a person like you looked like you had a lot of secrets. And she was gonna learn as many as possible. The older you guys got the more attractive you became to each other and you kinda fell back into the nervousness she thought she'd driven out of you. Eventually she got you to accidentally blurt a confession. Next thing you knew her tongue was pulling all conscious thought out of you.

Idk Pieck gives me the vibes that she'd always be looking for a way to stick her tongue down your throat?? (Just me?? Alright..)

She'll twirl you around with a hand around your waist. Unabashedly checking you out.

Loves long sweet kisses while she rests between your legs.

Will never stop smiling at you when you exit the shower in only a towel.

Brushes her lips over your stomach to wake you.

She's so enamored by the twinkle in your eye when you talk with the younger generation of warriors.

Playfully suggests you just walk around the house completely naked so she can really appreciate your body.

Her heart one hundred percent drops when she sees you sad for even a second.

Let her kiss you wherever she wants! It's a lot easier than arguing with her!

And she will try in some weird places. (She gives me body worshipper vibes.)

Yelena

~Sound

She heard about you due to rumors about your incredible fighting style. But what made her seek you out was the knowledge that you were next in line to become a titan shifter. It was hard to tell if her affection was due to interest in you as a person or your incredible fighting style but one day she asked you to live with her in the new world. Of course you said yes.

She loves the sound of you singing. (If you can sing) Sometimes she actively seeks you out and asks for you to sing to her.

Your war cries make her back arch (shh I didn't say that).

The second you guys started dating she developed a sixth sense of some sort where she just shows up if you're crying or if your day has been going terrible.

She just adores the sound of your voice and she can't get enough of it.

I could see her dragging you off some place where the two of you can just talk.

Within less than a week of dating you she's already got ways to get any noise she wants out of you.

Graze their neck with the tip of your nose for giggles and kiss the tips of their ears for I love you's.

That sort of thing.

Whenever you make a noise she hasn't heard before she's dying to force you to make it again.

Idk what it's called but I feel like Yelena has that thing where noises are attributed to colors in her brain. And at some point she explains all the colors she sees whenever you make certain noises.

Hange

~Sight/touch

Moblit had to take a.. short vacation after one of Hange's lab disasters nearly crippled him.. so Erwin had asked you to fill in and you said yes. It was only for a couple weeks and during that time Hange stuck to you like glue. Throwing an arm over your shoulder, stealing little glances and laughing loudly when you'd catch her. It felt like normal Hange stuff. But on the last night before Moblit's return, Hange was weirdly not.. Hange.. being quiet, filling in data and barely making eye contact. You asked if you'd done something wrong but Hange barely said anything back. Before you left she was nose deep in paperwork. You said your goodbyes and you were about to leave when Hange asked if you'd be willing to go on a date. When you looked back she hadn't even looked up but you smiled and nodded with a little yes and the rest was history.

It's a no brainer that you spent all your free time in Hange's lab to be Hange's other support system other than Moblit.

And when Moblit died, Hange's entire support system.

Her touch lingering on your lower back as you lean over to check her notes.

Completely enamored with the glint in your eye whenever the two of you come up with a sort of breakthrough.

Deadass pulls you into her lap at the most random times.

Oh hey the meeting finally finished? Yanks your frame right into her lap and laughs at the eye rolling of fellow colleagues.

Hange will say sorry but that blush on your face was so worth it and she's so glad she did it.

Rubs your back as you sleep on the work piled on your side of the desk.

Probably accidentally wakes you up a couple minutes after you fell asleep though.

Hange once sat you on her lap after a meeting right before Erwin tried to hand her some papers over the table. Without thinking she stood up to grab them and your face slammed into the table while her hips were pressed against your ass. Immediately getting everyone's attention. Safe to say you no longer sit next to Hange at meetings. (I had to add this even though it's a little off topic and random.)

Historia

~Smell (First one here.)

She had to share a room with you until she became queen. And almost every night she'd have some kind of nightmare about Ymir. You didn't mean to make a move but one night she crawled into your bed like she always had and you wrapped your arms around her shivering form like you always did. She had her nose trapped in your nape and you pressed a kiss to her forehead hoping it would stop her harsh breathing. And it did. She froze, the world froze, everything froze. You had leaned back to apologize for overstepping her boundaries and she kissed you back.

She'd gotten so comfortable with your scent that not only did it constantly lull her to sleep but always gave her a sense of security.

You're her security blanket. I don't make the rules.

Speaking of blankets. You gave her yours when she moved into the castle.

Whenever she gets even an hour alone she's trying to get you in the castle so she can sit in your lap and bury her nose in your nape like she always has.

She also steals your shirts and hoodies as often as possible until they smell like her then you have to take them back and cover them with your stink again.

Spending early mornings in the castle after washing your hair and her telling you over and over that she missed your smell.

It's legit like having a long distance relationship while being in the same place.

And she doesn't let you go until the last second before you both have to go back to work.

If you guys have time and you shop together she'll keep the candles that you believed smelled the best in her room.

All in all give Historia your shirts to wear cause she loves them/they look great on her.

Ymir

~Sight/touch

You're probably either super sweet like Krista or really sarcastic like her and that's what draws her to look more in depth into you. When she finally gets a chance to actually look at you fully without the odm gear she finds herself fixated, tracing your figure with her eyes. You guys finally become friends, who mutually enjoy bullying Reiner. But she finds that she hates it. Thinks you're teasing her every time you brush her fingertips without actually holding her dammed hand. One day she just reaches out and grabs you properly and doesn't let go. Yeah, you're dating now.

What can I say except, she likes running a finger over the lines on your palm.

She's always grabbing you out of nowhere but you don't mind. You just let her hold you.

"You look extra beautiful today, bet you'll look even better when I put a ring on your finger."

Puts her hands under your shirt with no fucking shame.

Stares at you and yells at the first person that mocks her. Reiner/Connie

Can and will find a way to smack your ass the second she gets you alone.

Trails little butterfly kisses over your shoulders when you're trying to get dressed in the morning.

Literally everything you do is weirdly skillful to her.

Like you're peeling a potato and she's like, "You're so amazing at that.."

Let her lean on you for absolutely no reason she loves it. 🤷‍♀️

(I realized after writing this that Annie and Armin have the same one even tho I don't ship them at all 😕)

#aot x reader #attack on titan #shingeki no kyoujin x reader #snk x reader #aot imagines #mikasa x reader #annie leonhardt x reader #sasha x reader #hitch x reader #hange x reader #pieck x reader #yelena x reader #historia x reader #ymir x reader #cal writes

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faeodum · 3 years ago

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okay i just saw love and thunder and i need to get some things out. spoilers alert yk the drill

first of all i’ve said this in the tags a couple reblogs back but MY GOD don’t go see this movie if you want to see an action movie or worst a serious movie. this is not what this is. idk about you, but when i’m considering paying 15 bucks to see a movie i kinda want to know what i need to be looking forward to and L&T gave exactly what it said: an unserious, ridiculous, weird, corny ass lovecom that will allow you to turn your brain off for a little less than two hours and have fun

literally they described the plot as “imagine if you put a bunch of kids in the writers room, asked what they wanted to see in a thor movie, and then said yes to everything” and that’s what we got! why are you having a fit on twitter!!!!!!

ANYWAYS besides that it was really fun!! the room i was in was very open to the corny kiwi humor, everyone was laughing the whole time and even when it got cringey it was more funny than annoying and we all had a great time (im thinking of the “fake bad acting” choice in the directing but again i’m familiar with taika’s work so it didn’t bother me but some might find it upsetting)

AGAINNN its not the height of cinema and its not supposed to be. would i have liked more character development for val? yes absolutely this was my main hope so im a bit disappointed. but also i understand that there are more thor movies coming up and this one was about thor and jane and bringing closure to what we knew had been a serious/long-term relationship that just?? ended off screen suddenly. so i am hoping val is getting that next time and im not too worried about it

though you can’t take this away from waititi: the movie was really fucking pretty (yes ik a few wonky green screens but even actively looking for them i barely noticed besides the War Baby Flashback)

like hello the second face-off with the villain was insane???? christian bale is a crazy talented actor and i loved the video game-ish vibes it had (although ik my friend was kinda put off by it) but it was actually one of my favorite scenes

actually yk what the thematic of love was refreshing as hell… the fact that the antagonist had it against selfish and unresponsive gods rang with me and it was nice to see thor acknowledging that although he had very much been like that, he’s working on himself to be better

choosing to admit you’re defeated and just choose to pass ur last moment with your loved ones rather than fighting a loosing battle? how the movie treats important and heavy themes such as a loved one fighting a deadly illness, wanting the best for them and yet NEVER making choices for them… choosing love over hate always

again some people have HATED the last scene but guys? although i was not expecting it, it actually makes sm sense for thor. all he’s ever wanted was to take care of smn/someone, but the position he was given (crown prince then king) was just too much pressure on him and he just knew too well how utterly unfit he was for the job, and well although he could have grown into it, it was just not in the cards for him with the whole thanos disaster/ensuing depression

with this new development, he gets that AND stops this long cycle of loneliness and self-doubt he’s had going on for literal years. here he can’t doubt that he’s loved and needed, cause he now has a literal child in his custody that very definitely both loves and needs him and he CANNOT doubt that and thats so good for him and his confidence i think. also that single interaction was so fucking cute and natural are you kidding me??????

bonus points for the fact that it also allows him to grieve in a more healthy way because again, he can’t take care of a kid if he can’t take care of himself. no more brusso brothers alcoholism bs we’re in a healthy household now!

we knew it but val’s sexuality was confirmed and so were gay rock dads (squared)!!! and it felt damn good since last time we got that was with phastos which made me tear up a bit in eternals lmao

still laughing thinking about the gd goats

THIS WAS A MOVIE FOR KIDS!!!!! and that was so wholesome. yeah it’s a movie for kids and by kids too since the actors’ kids were all included both in the writing and monsters designing process (and featured in the movie too!) and i think it’s great that little kids out there can watch this movie and go huh i too can be a hero! it’s alright if i’m scared and it’s normal but i can do anything! and thats what heroes comics are about babeyyyy

might be repeating myself here but gd yall threw a fit because marvel was boring and yall wanted smn different and now you’re like “TOO DIFFERENT TOO DIFFERENT!!!” like pls go touch some grass its a fucking marvel movie it couldn’t be LESS deep

if, again, the movie was all about lame jokes, when it got to heavy scenes it did it very well. a few people got choked up during the final showdown and the scene just before it. and i think it takes talent to have people switch from hilarity to sad tears so organically

unfortunately the after credits scenes did not do it for me. although the prospect of bringing in greek mythology is cool ig, after seeing so many cool looking gods in that one scene i was like 1) zeus could have stayed dead actually 2) hercules is not the most exciting option but again? benefit of the doubt…lets see whats gonna happen…… also pretty sure the second post-cred was just waititi being like ‘aw fuck they killed heimdall? >:(( fuck that hey idris mate get ur ass on set’ bc it served nothing lmao but hey! not complaining about seeing heimdall one last time!

anyways yes thats about it for now!!! might add some later if something comes to mind but otherwise i’ll resume this with: if you have two hours and 10 bucks to kill, go switch off ur brain and watch thor love and thunder

#i got a bit upset about the marvel bros throwing a tantrum on twitter again can u tell lmaooo #thor love and thunder #thor lat #long post #thor spoilers

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Hi! I love your posts and want to ask your opinion on something. Who do you think in the batfam has the most and the least common sense of a normal person? If you can, can you also list how they are arranged? Thank you!

Ooohhh, this is a fun one! In my mind all bats lack common sense. Like obviously they're hella smart, after all they are a family of detectives, they just aren't very bright.

Here's a quick rundown (least to most): Tim and Dick tie for first place, both lack common sense in just in completely different ways. Then Damian (mostly cause of the whole 'being raised by league of assassins' thing), Bruce, Cass (controversial ik), Steph, Jason, Duke, Babs, and last on the list is obvs Alfred. (Kate is probs between Cass and Steph, but I've only really seen her in the DCAMU and need to get to know her better).

And Ima add a 'keep reading' cause this is gonna get long.

Tim:

Tim is one of the smartest in the family. He deduced Batman's identity as a child, majorly fucked up the League of Assassins, and has been honored (I say this v sarcastically just btw) with Ra's creepy obsession. He's smart, plain and simple. However, when it comes to just day to day survival and being loved, goddamn that boy is dumb.

He regularly mixes energy drinks and coffee. Sometimes he even mixes energy drinks, alcohol, and coffee.

In his mind warnings are optional. "Tim, did you just sniff that drano?" "Yeah, why?" "IT LITERALLY SAYS DO NOT SMELL" "Oops"

He regularly tests shit on himself. "Why is Tim on the floor?" "He mixed joker venom and fear gas to see what would happen" "HE WHAT"

Also if you try to compliment him or tell him you love him he will find a way to misunderstand. "Tim, I love you and you are an amazing son." "I don't know who this Tim is but he sounds great" "It- it's you, literally you. Timothy Jackson Drake." "I'm a bit confused, I didn't know you knew two Timothy Jackson Drakes. You should really introduce us."

Dick:

Dick in many ways is a total himbo. He's a complete sweetheart, super supportive, and very ditzy. His ditzy-ness directly correlates to how relaxed he is. Chilling in the manor? Peak himbo. A mission in space? Absolute genius and amazing leader. Just took down a bunch of thugs? Slowly reverting into dopey boi. He always has the ability to be super analytical, smart, and big brain, but he likes being whimsical and even airheaded. And that's not a bad thing, it's just him taking mental breaks, being lighthearted.

"YOU PUT DIESEL IN YOUR CAR?" "...Yeah, in my defense the nozzles look basically the same" "They're different colors?! Also the diesel nozzle doesn't even fit into your gas tank, how did you get it in?" "I'm a good pourer."

He always responds to the word dick and it always confuses him. "God Ra's is such a dick!" "What?" "Ra's is a dick" "I'm not Ra's!" "Wha- no! I mean penis dick!" "Ohhhh, yeah he is a penis dick"

Once Dick is safe he reverts into himbo pretty quickly, even after stressful situations. "Hey Wally?" "Yes babe?" "I forgot how to change my lock screen again" "Dick, you just hacked into an alien spaceship not even an hour ago??" "What's that have to do with anything?"

Damian:

Damian lacks common sense from growing up with the League of Assassins. He's an amazing warrior and super analytical but casual human interaction alludes him. He is getting better though, so eventually he'll be lower on the list than Steph. But for now he's a senseless bby.

The first time someone tried to give him high five he assumed it was an attack and flipped them. Same with a fist bump.

This is complete canon but his original treatment of Alfred, his brothers, and, well, everyone. Like bby boy please read the room.

His ego can easily override common sense. Like he wouldn't jump off a bridge if everyone else was doing it, but if someone said he couldn't he'd immediately swan dive off that bridge.

Bruce:

For the world's greatest detective he can be a major dumb bitch sometimes. Some of it's growing up rich and some is being so wrapped up in his 'crusade for justice' that he just misses basic shit.

One time he walked in on Roy and Jason making out, the next day he saw them cuddling, then they mentioned moving in together. It took him three months to realize that they're dating.

He doesn't understand coupons, like at all. Jason has tried to explain them but Bruce just gets even more confused.

Bruce tried to make coffee once. He literally just poured coffee beans in water and microwaved it. He was surprised when it didn't taste good.

Cass:

Cass is similar to Damian in she lacks common sense from an unconventional upbringing. However she's learning way faster than Damian and depending on where in the timeline you're looking she might have more common sense than Babs.

Basic things like lines, turn taking, and speaking when spoken to aren't innate to her. Like, she knows and understands them, but often forgets about them.

There are many times that she blurs the line between civilian and vigilante because she'll do something that looks v stupid and dangerous for a civilian. The thing is she never notices when she does this.

One time she was in a restaurant and there was a cockroach on the wall across the room (cause Gotham) and instead of getting up and killing it like a normal person she threw her steak knife and impaled it.

Steph:

Steph is probably lacks common sense the most conventional yet slightly concerning way. She lacks common sense in the same way a cartoon character or sitcom character would. Like it's sorta realistic but at the same time damn bby girl why are you such a disaster??

She will do anything on a dare. Anything. There is a rule against daring Steph to do things while in the manor or on patrol.

Every time she hears someone say Red Robin she yells yum. This has gotten both her and RR shot.

Steph is v lucky that 1) she's a badass and 2) the batfam loves her because she annoys absolutely everyone just for shits and giggles and the only reason she hasn't been murdered is that Cass scares everyone.

Jason:

All common sense is lost when dramas at stake. Say what you will but Jason is the (second) biggest drama queen in the family. Also he, like most bats, lacks a sense of self preservation which leads to shit common sense.

He tried to steal Batman's tires.

Sometimes he listens to music during patrol and tries to hit people/shoot on beat. This has lead to stab wounds.

Jason loves to loudly quote classic literature while on stake outs. This is a problem for obvious reasons.

Duke:

Ok this is around the time you get to average common sense levels. But he still runs around Gotham beating people up in tights (or kevlar) so he doesn't get full points. Also he's still not Babs level common sense. One area Duke lacks common sense in is how to deal with the Batfam (which is v understandable tbh)

One time Duke was joking around with Jason and decided to steal a roll off of Damian's plate. This ended in blood.

Other than lacking Batfam common sense, most of his poor judgement moments are less notable but still concerning.

For example the time he challenged Dick to a hot dog eating contest then went on a roller coaster.

Babs:

Other than being a vigilante Babs almost has normal human common sense. However being a vigilante has negative side effects on ones common sense.

While Babs' sleep schedule isn't as bad as Tim's it's not a whole lot better. She's stayed up 72 consecutive hours multiple times.

She has accidentally poured coffee onto her computer instead of into a coffee mug.

One time she drank an entire gallon of milk before realizing it was a month expired.

Alfred:

Most assume that working for Bruce Wayne is a sign of him lacking common sense. But nah, it's him knowing, understanding, and challenging his own limits. Also it's him being a charitable human being. Like he has enough common sense to go around and tbh it's the only thing keeping the family alive.

"Master Bruce, you may not use Elmer's Glue All to close a wound."

"Master Dick I would encourage you not to teach Master Duke acrobatics on the glass coffee table."

"Miss Stephanie I would not advise trying to consume an entire jar of peanut butter in one sitting, and no, I do not care if Master Jason dared you to."

Tada, there's the list! Sorry that was probably a lot longer than anyone wanted, but I enjoy talking about how ditzy the batfam is. Like they're all geniuses but at the same time they're just sooooo dumb.

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