#my style/voice just probably isn't for everyone

[allisonreader]

This is where I currently am with my rewrite of Tales Of A Frozen Sailor. Just right at the beginning essentially. No one knows who Jesse Hudson actually is, but soon some new information is soon to come to light.

[fluffytriceratops]

I am DESPERATE for some 2k3 Donatello dating headcanons, literally give me anything PLEASE I AM OBSESSED

𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 - 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 [𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟑]

notes: i gotchu bestie. <3 lemme know if you guys want these for the other 2k3 turts as well! :D also sorry for taking literal ages to get this request done for you! thank you sm for requesting i hope you have a wonderful day/night! <3

warnings: brief nsfw mentions, mature language, 

tags: @thelaundrybitch @turtle-babe83 @leosgirl82 @rheawritesforfun @s-s-ironnie @post-apocalyptic-daydream @mysticboombox @drowninghell @lec743 @raphielover  @raphslovemuffin80 @squirrelfurs @bibiz82 @pheradream-15 @kikithedreamerwriter @m1dnyt3-w0lf @scholastic-dragon @moonsua1 [if i've forgotten anyone i'm so sorry please comment or dm me and let me know and i'll add you right away so i don't forget in the future!]

(if you would like to be tagged in my future tmnt x reader related work, feel free to let me know and i'll happily add you!)

i love you all sm! i'm sending all the virtual hugs and well wishes to you!! <33

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- as usual, 2003 donnie has an obsession with coffee. so if you get this mans some coffee expect an INSTANT marriage proposal. [honestly what ver of donnie doesn't have a coffee addiction?] 

- likes to do your hair. it's calming to him and helps him think. hes watched a lot of youtube videos and stuff for it, so he knows what he's doing too. he likes to try new styles n stuff on you. everyone knows when he's particularily stressed or can't seem to figure something out because you seem to have a new hairsyle everyday until he's fixed whatever it is that's bugging him, 

- will also handmake beads and stuff to put in your hair. <3 

- makes jewelry for you, esp out of silverware and other things. it always turns out so beautifully. 

- late night drives. donnie has insomnia and his brain works a lot during the night/evening. so expect to hang out a lot with him during this time. driving at night at new york is super pretty and peaceful too. esp when it's just the two of you. [so long as you don't mind the hectic city hehe-]

- cuddling with him while he works. includes sleeping on him/in his lab when he works really late into the night. he'll later carry you to bed. 

- painting on his shell/body for funzies. and if he does the same to you don't expect it to look too great because 2k3 donnie can't draw for shit. 

- donnie will gift you homemade cards with stick figures on the cover cuz again he cant draw but he knows you'll adore it no matter what just because he made it. plus you think its funny as hell and he adores your laugh. 

- hes actually really good at photography. and he has loads of pictures of you. you two go out and take pictures together sometimes. it's always a lot of fun. and they always turn out great. 

- late night talking sessions are a normal for you. 

- donatello tries his best to get you to sleep at a decent time, but sometimes you'll refuse if he isn't coming to bed with you just to get him to go to sleep earlier. he'll probably lay with you for a while, unable to actually sleep. maybe he'll read or listen to music to help pass the time. sometimes he will also sneak back out of bed once you've fallen asleep, and when you catch him you give him a good talking to. 

- he really needs to take better care of himself. he's always putting those he cares for above himself. so you're always there to make sure he's okay and that he's doing what he needs to do to be happy and healthy. 

- you guys hardly ever fight. donnie isn't one to argue with you. he's a very gentle and kind soul. he rarely raises his voice. (but when he does you find it hot as FUCK- lets be honest--) 

- fix it felix. always fixes things for you, even if you dont ask it of him. if he's at your place and notices something needs to be fixed he'll just do it for you. even if you insist he doesn't have to, he will anyway because he loves you. it brings him joy. and honestly, you should just let him because it probably stresses him out a little thinking about how your door isn't closing properly or your car sounds funny or your light keeps flickering- 

- you like to prank him on occassion, this includes the whole "i filled my tank with the special gas-" or "i let them put premium air in my tires and they gave me a really good deal". it freaks and stresses him out, at least in the moment hehe. its very funny but keep in mind he'll get you back. 

- him reading to you sfghfdgkjhdfg (id die please-) esp if you have trouble sleeping or something. 

- coffee dates are a must. even if you dont drink coffee. 

- donnie napping curled up on your chest/on top of you. you tracing the grooves of his shell. you've learned he finds this very comforting and it helps him fall asleep. 

- hes a definite switch- lmao.

- very gentle and understanding. he's like your personal diary or therapist and you're the same for him. 

[astrologysaysno]

You know what would be really fun to do, an AU where for some reason the PIDW world is randomly breaking into song and everyone is conscious of that fact but no one knows how it started or how to stop it.

Like, it's just been a thing in this world. Everyone is just in this state of living through a self-aware version of Zoey's Extraordinary Playlist.

I think what would make it even funnier is that when Shang Qinghua arrived at CQMS, the music suddenly switched up on everyone in the sect.

For like, centuries, the music people sang were of traditional tales and epics likening their plight to them, they would take poems and proses and accompany them to a backing that would usually materialize for the occasion.

Now suddenly there's like this great expansion of musical styles and genres and it has people in a buzz, wondering if this this was a natural evolution of the strange music mandate overarching the world or was this the fault of some great manipulator pulling the shots and deciding to add new material because they got bored listening to people sing the same epic tale for the millionth time.

(The true origin of this is that Airplane in his last life had a personal playlist made that he listens to whenever he wanted to write PIDW and now it has come back to haunt him cause HE RECOGNIZES THESE SONGS)

One of these instances first occurred with Shen Qingqiu (Jiu) and Luo Qingge, with Shang Qinghua as an unfortunate witness as it began a while after that awful mission that expanded the rift of misunderstanding.

Instead of some traditional oration of a story about rivalry, something new began to emerge.

It only takes the first few lines before SQH almost has his eyes pop out in shock when he realizes what was happening

... IS THIS WICKED?!?!

Shang Qinghua watches as the two perform a duet, the younger disciples of Bai Zhan acting as an ensemble as everything played out. LQG and SJ sang as they ran into the mess hall, everyone in perfect harmony raising eyebrows to every witness who hadn't been dragged into the number as an ensemble voice.

The moment the song ended, the two are immediately called by the Peak Lords of the Previous generation, dragging along Qinghua as they are interrogated about this new change in the musical paradigm.

The new mixes in with the old. Though the usual forms of song still occur, every once in a while, the new music appears to change the pace, attracting people with its unusual and exotic melodies.

Qinghua isn't immune to this phenomena.

Throughout his days when he became head disciple and then Peak Lord, he had never broken into song once, something that very much confused his fellows peers, who have at some point in their life belted a number or two. Shen Jiu and Liu Qingge had already over a dozen of solos each.

Shang Qinghua chalked it up to the fact that the universe probably decided he wasn't worth wasting a beat on and lived in second-hand embarrassment watching his fellow peak Lords air out their feelings in song.

But the day finally came when a song spewed forth from his lips...

...running away from Mobei-Jun

After the ceremony and the fight with Linguang-Jun, Mobei thought to leave a trap to his uncle, setting something on the steps to slow his uncle down.

Unfortunately for Airplane, he gets stuck on the trap as he runs away, Mobei-jun on his heels as the last of his strength is used to chase Qinghua.

The moment Qinghua turned around, time froze. Mobei-jun finds himself immobilised as Qinghua began to sing, his body frozen in time as his advisor belted and fluttered his voice, singing about choices.

The song ends, Mobei-Jun finally giving out as Qinghua runs away. Mobei-jun doesn't forget the song, and he understands what he must do.

[I have had "What is this Feeling" from Wicked and "On the Steps of the Palace" from Into The Woods on loop in my phone going platinum in my bedroom.

I made this entire thing from my delusions so uh, bon appetit I guess?]

[copperbadge]

i was thinking of you the other day and your discussions of your ability or lack thereof to visualize things in your mind, because someone asked me who all had been at a gathering, and i answered them by calling up the room in my memory and looking around it to see who was there. and it occurred to me after the fact that i suppose probably not everyone can do that? but i could even tell you at least approximately what everyone was wearing (color, cut, maybe not precise pattern, but the general style, sure). and while i can’t swear to you that it’s 100% accurate because i don’t have a picture to compare it to, i think it’s pretty close.

but now i’m curious - what would your thought process be if you were asked the same question? if you can’t just look around the room in your mind, is the memory interaction-based? or like… voices you remember hearing? or something else?

Well, bear in mind that I haven't got a great memory to begin with -- possibly the ADHD at work, but also there's a condition that's frequently comorbid with aphantasia called Severely Deficient Autobiographical Memory -- people with SDAM have trouble recalling huge chunks of their lives and when they do have recall they often remember it as if they'd been told it, they have no emotional sense attached. For example, I remember a trip I took where I had to do some hard shit and it was really scary, but I don't remember the feeling of being scared, I just remember that I was. I have no idea how long the trip was, no memory of the hotel room, very little memory of doing the scary thing. I know I did it, but there's not a lot of attachment there.

This is not ALWAYS the case -- for example I have extremely fond memories of certain other trips -- but I don't really seem to be able to switch it on or off. Like when I was in Europe, I stayed in an AirBNB in London, but by the time I got to Rome like, five days later, I couldn't remember what it was like. I ended up spending a little time one evening kind of calling up memories of where I stayed in London and in Paris to try and hard-code them into my memory, and that worked, but I also needed the help of photos and tumblr posts I'd made to achieve it. ("What did it even look like? Well -- wait, I cooked some pizzas in the microwave while I was there. The microwave was on the counter, opposite the bed, and -- oh, okay, I remember now.")

So like, I would have no goddamn idea of the majority of people at any given gathering where I attended, but is that SDAM, ADHD, a function of my anxiety in social situations, or the aphantasia? Difficult to say.

I hosted a get-together on Sunday and because I was host and there weren't that many people in attendance I could name them off, but I couldn't tell you what they wore. The last party I attended, a week or two previously, was at a friend's house and it was mostly folks I was at least passingly familiar with, but I am bad with names and so couldn't NAME a lot of the people there -- but for example I could say "Well, the hosts were there, and I spoke with X, Y, and Z, so they were definitely there, but I also spoke with like four other people whose names I didn't get. I dunno what any of them were wearing even though it was a costume party." But yeah to even come up with that I would have to think about when I arrived, walk myself through whatever I remember of the event in linear order, and just note down who I spoke with. If I didn't speak with them, or if I didn't know them well, they didn't exist for me.

So I guess the answer is that my memory isn't visual and also just kinda...isn't there a lot of the time. It's not like amnesia, or the profound brain damage you read about where the person only remembers the last ten minutes or doesn't remember anything past a certain date in their life, but I just haven't got much memory for things. It's why I use a lot of lists and spreadsheets and make yearly photobooks.

My photo archive on my computer goes back to about 1998, and it's sorted by year, but the top level folder all the years are stored in is simply titled "Where I've Been" 'cause I probably wouldn't remember, otherwise.

[wasawattpadkid]

Housewife

Part - 4

Summery: Billy and Stu have been planning these murders for quite some time. Everything is going to plan until you show up. What happens when they meet someone who is just as mentally deluded as they are?

Pairing: poly!ghostface x fem!reader

Warnings for this series: murder, blood, smut (will be more in depth on smut chapters), power dynamics, a dash of sexism, knives, stalking, perverse behavior, cheating, hinting masturbation

Part 1

"This is my favorite outfit so far." Tatum clapped as you spun around. The outfit in question was a checkered skirt matched with a sleeveless mock turtleneck top. Thankfully the stockings you bought yesterday had yet to fail. You kicked up your white go go boot striking a pose for a laugh. "This whole style choice of yours is dick repellent." Randy said, opening up his granola bar. You snatched it from him taking a bite. "You'll have to give me some tips then because I'm pretty sure you get more dick than all of us combined. And that's including Stu so that says something." Stu pointed at you surprised at the sudden dig. "How'd you know?" He said making the group laugh harder. Randy grabbed his granola bar back not caring you had just eaten part of it. You laid down on the concrete resting your head on Randy's lap.

"Since when did you two get so close?" Stu asked knowing about how hostile yesterday was. "Since I found out she's a lesbian." Randy joked. Billy looked at you seemingly to give the idea some thought. "She can do whatever she wants to it's a free country, as long as she invites me to watch." Stu said and Tatum shook her head. "Me and Randall here made up in 2nd period. He's not so bad when he's not babbling on about shitty horror movies."

Randy stands up knocking your head forward. "Okay which is better Texas Chainsaw Massacre the 1974 original or Aliens the 1979 original?" Billy scrunched up his nose like that was even a question. "Texas Chainsaw Massacre no contest." Billy spoke and Stu echoed his answer. Even Tatum put her two cents in. "Leather face is in Texas Chainsaw Massacre right?" Stu nodded. "Oh then that movie." Everyone looked at Sydney to give the last answer. "Don't look at me I haven't seen either of them." Billy laid back down mimicking your position.

"Aliens is by far a better choice because-" Stu started throwing grapes at him not missing a single shot. "Booooo!" You laughed at Stu happy to know the crowd agreed with you. "Told ya." You chimed as Randy sat back down. "What are you two doing tonight?" Sydney asked Stu and Billy. "Probably chill at my place, watch some movies. Why you wanna come?" She shook her head. "I was just curious." Sydney said picking at her nails. "Welp I'm going to split. If I don't see ya have a good weekend." You waved them off as you went back into the school. Walking the halls you headed towards the nearest bathroom.

You propped your purse up on the sink pulling a compact out. Funny enough the bags under your eyes seemed softer than they've been in months. "You sure are in a good mood today." Billy said as Stu locked the door. You jumped at his voice clutching imaginary pearls. "Did we scare you?" Stu asked leaning on Billy. "What gave it away Sherlock?" You closed the compact sliding it back in your purse. "You two shouldn't be in here." Stu bent down to check under the stalls. "Relax we're the only ones here." He said standing back up. "Still, being a girl in a bathroom with two guys that have girlfriends isn't really a good look for me."

"It's not like we're going to have our way with you." Billy watched your body tense up at Stu's words. "Unless you'd want that of course." You were uncomfortable. You'd like to say you trusted them but you'd only known them for 3 days. "Lay off man." Billy shrugged his friend arm off his shoulder before talking again. "We just came in here to ask about tonight. I'm running by the video store after school, what movie do you want to watch?" You calmed down just a little seeing Stu smile at you. It was genuine not one with two meanings behind it.

"Any movie? Or are you wanting horror movies?" Stu hopped up sitting on the sink. "We're watching Christine first." Billy looked at him then back to you. "Whatever you want to watch." It was a risk. He wouldn't sit though some boring ass chick flick. Not even for you. He's seen one too many with Sydney. "Have you seen Ferris Bueller's day off?" Both the boys shook thier head. "Are you being serious? It's one of the best movies ever." You said shocked. They highly doubted that but they let you have your moment.

You and the boys made plans for tonight. Billy would stop by the video store to pick up Christine, Ferris Bueller's day off, and he refused to tell you what he picked out. Saying "it's a surprise." You volunteered to cook dinner. They argued saying they could live off popcorn but you wouldn't allow it. Anyone staying at your house would be having a home cooked meal. Stu was simply bringing himself and a deck of cards.

The bell rang and you quickly shoved your school supplies in your locker leaving them for the Monday to come. "Are you ready to have your mind blown?" Stu's hands blew away from his head as he stuck his tongue out faking an explosion. "I doubt your little movie is that good. But I'll give you the benefit of the doubt." Stu tried to hold hands with you which you quickly shut down. "If you're worried about Tatum and Syd they're both already gone. Dewy picked them up." You were worried about them. You were also worried about that giddy feeling crawling back up your chest. "I'm not worried I'm appalled. I'm not some cheap whore you know?" You walked backwards for a second to catch his reaction.

"I'm well aware of that Ms. Crocker." The two of you cracked jokes and had playful banter as you made it to your car. "Do I get to pick music this time?" With the puppy like expression on his face he already knew your answer. "Sure but you're not going to like the options." You both slid into the car, Stu going straight for the glove box. "Elvis, Beatles, Boston, the Bee Gees? Really?" You looked at him with a smile. "Don't shit on the Bee Gees." You said holding back a laugh. The car pulled out of the parking lot heading straight to your place. "I care about you but we've got to do something about this." He held up a Carpenters tape with a look of shame on his face. "Most of these aren't even mine okay?" He simply hummed with doubt.

"Whatever you say Betty." He grabbed one tape pushing it into the tape deck. "This, I can get behind." He said confident in his selection. "What'd you pick-" Stu's finger rested on your lips. "Shh let it play." You swatted his hand away with a smile. Space Oddity began playing to your surprise. "I learn something new about you everyday." You said as he began singing the words as horribly as he could. He might be a little on the annoying side but he sure could make you laugh. At some point you chimed in. You both sang the songs together laughing at each other back and forth. Stu wasn't so bad.

"Put the tape back where you got it." He said "yes ma'am" as he slid it back into the glove compartment. You clicked the garage door open and slowly pulled your car in. The car became quiet once you pulled out the key. You closed the garage door, you and Stu hopping out at the same time. "Make sure to take your shoes off before you go in." You slipped off your boots carrying them inside. "Just bring your shoes up to my room." Stu didn't want to fuck this up but you made it too easy for him to make jokes. "You're taking me to your bedroom?" He said as cheesey as humanly possible. Before you could come up with a snarky response he pushed you out of the way.

"Holy shit this place is ugly!" Your face dropped as you closed the garage door. "I love it!" He exclaimed walking to the kitchen. "Is that a compliment?" You asked genuinely confused. Stu paused for a moment sniffing the air. "What is that smell?" You chuckled at his concern. "It's the pot roast." Confusion painted his face. "You started cooking this morning?" You smiled sheepishly. "Well yeah I knew you two were coming over." He might've just fell in love with you. "Come on let's put our shoes up and get dinner done before Billy gets here."

Stu looked all around not being able to look at one thing for too long. "Woah this is your room?" He admired the posters on your wall first. "The one and only." You grabbed his shoes sitting them up on the rack next to yours. "You like these movies?" He asked like you had them up there just to start conversations. "Of course I like them. That's kinda why I bought the posters."

Stu had to revaluate everything he thought about you. "You know your place reminds me of Dazed and Confused." You lit up at the name. "Oh my God I love that movie!" Stu took a second to really look at you. He thought you were hot from the second he saw you. That feeling hasn't changed any but there's definitely more to it. "I saw it in theaters like 4 times. You know you don't have such bad taste after all." You fake gasped. "I have amazing taste you just wait."

"Speaking of taste I've got to get started on dinner." He followed you to the kitchen with a question. "Isn't it already done?" He must not cook a lot. "The roast is yes but I've got to make mashed potatoes to go with it. Oh and do you want Macaroni and cheese or green beans?" He was definitely in love with you. "Why are you doing all this?" He asked his voice kind of sad. Stu really hadn't been a priority or even cared for, for a very long time. "Because you and Billy are my guests and I'll be damned if you leave here without having a good meal. Now Mac and cheese or green beans?"

Billy pulled into the driveway slowly as to not attract attention. It would be his ass if Sydney and Tatum saw his car over at your house. Before he could knock he stopped to listen to the sound of your laughter paired with Stu's. It was a pleasant sound but he couldn't help but feel a little jealous. His knuckles made contact with the wood alerting you and Stu both. "I'll get it. Keep stirring the mashed potatoes so they don't stick." Billy knocked once more. He wasn't very patient. "I'm coming!" You opened the door waving Billy inside. "Where's your coat it's freezing out there?" It was then he realized he left his jacket in the car. There was no way that unbuttoned flannel and white t-shirt was providing him any warmth.

"Hey buddy!" Stu waved from the kitchen. "I need you to open the garage so I can pull my car in." You made a stirring motion to Stu noticing he stopped. "Yeah give me one sec." You said to Billy as you opened the door to the garage. Clicking the button on the wall the door slowly lifted up. "Thanks babe." He said as he walked to his car. "Babe?" You whispered as your chest grew tight. "Betty help it's bubbling!" Stu shouted your nickname. You shook your head walking back into the house. "The heats too high." Slowly you turned the knob and the bubbling stopped. "Have you tried some yet?"

"No." He said but the small dot of mashed potatoes on his nose said other wise. Your thumb swiped off the food from his face and he knew he'd been caught. You wiped your hands on your apron. "Was it good?" He dipped his finger in the pot pointing it towards you. "Try it." He tried to smear it on your face but you wouldn't let him. "No!" You shouted with a laugh running around the kitchen. Stu chased you around the table laughing as much as you were. "What is going on? I can hear you all outside." Billy asked as he shut the door to the garage. "You really wanna know?" Stu asked.

It was too late. Now Stu chased Billy leaving you to laugh at both of them. "Get near me and I'll bite your fucking finger off Macher I mean it." You were belly laughing at this point. "Okay guys calm down the foods done. Billy, the plates are up there can you set the table?" Without a response he grabbed the plates. "Stu can you get the silverware? It's in that drawer." You pointed to the wood cabinet. "On it." Stu grabbed one of everything sitting them on the placemats next to the plates Billy sat down. You were busy moving the mac and cheese into a pyrex dish. "Someone sit this on the table." Billy and Stu both jumped to help nearly knocking the hot food out of your hands.

You awkwardly laughed at the silence. "Don't worry I've got another one." You handed Billy the glassware, quickly filling another one up with mashed potatoes to give to Stu. "I've got iced tea, lemonade, soda and water." You opened the fridge showing them what you had. "I'll have Dr. Pepper." Stu said and you handed him the glass bottle. "Billy for you?" Both the boys looked flushed. "What's that at the bottom shelf?" Stu pointed. You bent down seeing a bottle of Coke.

Unbeknownst to you every time you bent over the tops of your thigh high stockings were on display. Billy's eyes followed the black line from your ankles all the way to the little black bow at the top. Stu looked over at Billy trying to read his mind. "It's Coke. Did you want this instead?" You asked. "I'll take that." Billy grabbed it from your hand. "Let me get you two the bottle opener." You pulled out the drawer grabbing the opener and tossing it to Billy. "Where's your bathroom?" Stu asked politely. "Down the hall and to the left." With speed he left the Dr. Pepper on the table and practically sprinted to the bathroom.

"What's his problem?" You asked Billy. He only shrugged. Although he knew exactly what his problem was. It was the same problem he was starting to have. Billy sat down at the dinner table popping the lid off of his bottle. "Thank you." His was quiet but not silent. "You're welcome. It's the best I can do. Do you want your roast on top of your mashed potatoes or separate?" He thought about it for a second. "Separate is fine." You nodded grabbing his plate from the table. You put a good amount of roast and vegetables on his plate before sitting it back down in front of him. "Smells good."

"Let's just hope it tastes good." You laughed. "But thank you. Stu helped quite a lot actually." That was surprising. Living with Stu, he got take out 5 days a week and the other days they barley ate at all. Neither Billy or Stu cooked. Not for lack of trying on Billy's end. You placed a spoon in the mashed potatoes and in the Mac and cheese before fixing you a glass of water. You sat it down on the table picking up Stu's plate. Once he had a good amount you put his plate back where you got it.

"Is he coming?" The question almost made Billy laugh. With the Coke bottle up to his lips he said "Probably." The joke went clear over your head. In the meantime you hung your apron up and sat the salt and pepper down on the table. "There you are. I thought you fell in." You smiled and he returned it. Billy's eyes found Stu's having a silent shameful conversation. The last thing you did before sitting down was fix your own plate. While you put food on your plate Stu went ahead and grabbed his fork. Before he could eat Billy kicked him under the table. "Ow!"

"The bowl's hot." Billy made an excuse for his friends outburst. You went back to what you were doing as the two had a conversation. "Wait for her." Billy mouthed. Stu's lips formed an 'o' as he understood what he meant. You finally sat down with them finishing putting food on your plate. They both waited patiently for you to take the first bite. "Do you think I poisoned it?" You asked wondering about their odd behavior. "No but you cooked it so you should get to eat first." There it was again that giddy feeling. "Oh..." You said with a smile.

You had never seen two people eat so much. It made you think they'd never had food in their lives. Both bowls were completely empty and the poor crockpot looked like it'd seen hell before. "That was the best damn food I've ever had." Stu exclaimed. "Thank you, Y/n." He said grabbing your hand on the table. "You're welcome. If there's one thing I can do it's cook." Billy's head laid on his crossed arms on top of the table. "Is he dead?" You whispered to Stu. Your hand rubbed Billy's back slowly hoping he wasn't sick. "You alright?"

"I can't move." He mumbled against the table cloth. You bit your lip trying not to laugh. Billy sat up his head falling back over the kitchen chair. A moan left his lips from how much he ate. Stu saw the way you straightened up in your chair. Your eyes raked over Billy's exposed neck. His adams apple on prominent display. "Damn." Billy sat up looking at you. "What's wrong?

"Huh?" You asked furrowing your brows. "You said 'Damn' like something was wrong." Stu really couldn't help but laugh. "What's funny shit face?" He asked his giggly friend. "Oh nothing. Leave the dishes I'll clean them up." Billy rolled his eyes. In all his years being friends with him he had never once seen Stu clean a dish. "You don't have to do that I'll do them later after you guys go home."

Home? That thought never crossed either of their minds. They didn't want to go "home." "Listen I love hanging out with you both but I seriously can't have two grown men in my house staying the night that I barley know. What if you robbed the place?" That was your concern. Billy smiled at the innocent worry. "Then you'd get what we stole back monday at school. Don't you have a guest room we could stay in?" You did but it was used as a junk room now. There's no way you could clean it out tonight. They could stay in your dad's room but considering that's were the guns are you'd rather not. "Do you even have something to change into if you were to spend the night?"

Stu jumped from the table going to grab his bag. "I brought mine and Billy's clothes." You put your head in your hands as you groaned. "Fine but you're both sleeping on my bedroom floor." If that's what the rules were then so be it but they knew how easily they could bend them.

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Part 5

A/N: I haven't proofread this yet so I apologize from any misspellings. I'll be going through it again tonight. Hope everyone's enjoying it so far!

[fairyhaos]

seventeen as types of tea

requested by anon ! my tea knowledge is like. a little bit extensive. but only a little, so some of these r based off of what google says these teas taste like ++ the vibes they give me ^^

masterlist

seungcheol

ginger tea. the warmth and the spiciness and the slight sweetness of the tea definitely give me strong seungcheol vibes. the fact that it's good for you and also super delicious? hmm yeah idk but it's giving scoups

jeonghan

honey tea. a gentle, sweet tea that melts on your tongue. it reminds me of being taken care of by my mother, bc she always gave me honey tea when i was sick. for me, its a comforting tea, and the lovely sweetness gives me jeonghan vibes. 

joshua

bergamot tea. most people know it as earl grey tea, and it sounds like it'll be a musky, tasteless old-people kind of tea, but its floral, citrusy taste is very vibrant and lovely. bergamot is also a nice stress reliever, and is also a vv nice cake flavour and idk. the vibes feel very joshua

junhui

jasmine tea. dude, everyone loves jasmine tea, and if you don't, then you're lying to yourself. and that's exactly like how i firmly believe that junhui is nothing except absolutely and utterly loveable. it makes me think of dim sum bc the cleansing taste of it always balances the oily food sooo well

hoshi

tea with lots of cream and sugar. it's almost horrifically sweet, but hoshi drinks it with a straight face and you can't help but wonder if, maybe, it's because the tea is so sugary that it's numbed his taste buds off forever. also he's totally the type to give himself a cream moustache. 

wonwoo

hibiscus tea. the slight cranberry-ish tartness of the taste feels very much like wonwoo for some reason? it makes me think of the shininess of glasses frames, the rough texture of books, and the gentle deepness of his voice. 

woozi

coffee disguised as tea. idk how to explain this bro but jihoon is Not Really a tea-drinking person in my eyes (not enough caffeine in it) but people keep telling him that having 7 coffees a day isn't good for his health so he's started drinking “tea” instead. except it's not actually tea and it's just.  coffee. hidden in his flask. 

minghao

matcha. matcha is lowkey just an aesthetic tea ngl but also?? it's a tea that's basically known for its health benefits bc it's just sooo so healthy and i feel like minghao, as a tea nerd, would love that. also matcha flavoured stuff is vv yum and makes me think of him for some reason

mingyu

masala chai. ive never actually had masala tea before, but i think the combination of richness and warmth and spices of it just suits him very very well. just the vibes of it make me think of mmingyu's undeniable presence and his warm, beautiful, colourful nature

dokyeom

peach tea. fruit teas are definitely more dokyeom’s style bc they're kinda attached to the idea of youth and smiles, cuz children r more likely to have fruit teas. also peach tea is just sooo so sweet and fragrant. especially iced peach tea!! to me, i think that it literally tastes like syrupy sunshine. 

seungkwan

rose tea. it's just such a delicate, floral, aromatic tea with veryyyy good health benefits, and not only does it give me seungkwan vibes, i also think that he'd really like to drink it. also the floating rose buds in tea are so very aesthetic. 

vernon

tea biscuits. i couldn't think of a tea for him help anyone who has anything negative to say about tea biscuits is gonna have to Fight me bc they're actually sooo nice and i can and will finish half a pack of tea biscuits in one sitting if you let me. vernon probably could do that too. 

chan

milk tea. idk man but for me, i think that the unambiguous milky taste of milk teas just make me think of the all-encompassing and reassuring warmth of chan. he's like the pleasant milkiness of the milk tea that stays on your tongue

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[junnieverse]

— JAY AS YOUR BOYFRIEND ! 💭

➙ boyfriend jay thoughts

pairing: park jongseong x gn!reader

genre: fluff

request: " Hii <3 Can I request Jay as your boyfriend? "

warnings: lowercase intended, not proofread, mentions of food, this was kinda long, I'm sorry I just kept going

a/n: even if he isn't your bias, I'm sure we can all agree we want jay as our boyfriend. hope you liked your request anon ^_^

everyone's dream man

the boyfriend you introduce to your parents and they would love him too

jay is THE most husband material man to ever husband material

and seriously he would be the perfect boyfriend in every sense

I see jay as the sort of boyfriend to take care of his s/o with their day to day life stuff such as cooking or helping them clean (very domestic) but also financially

he would love spoiling his partner (and as he should)

be it with small things to things you couldn't even dream of seeing or getting

to jay, you deserve it all, he would even buy you the moon and stars (his words, not mine)

flowers, flowers and oh wait, more flowers

seriously, he always gets you flowers (unless you're either allergic or just don't like the smell of them like me)

very romantic, probably one of the most romantic in enha

very class and sophisticated sort of romantic

giving very much fancy candlelit dinner with the view of the Eiffel tower in Paris

but sometimes instead of splurging to take you out, he prefers a home cooked meal that you could either make together or he makes for you

just like the rest of the group, jay has a way of making you laugh even without trying

your laughter is his favourite sound (no I'm not crying, you are)

shopping together is a big yes!

I imagine as his s/o you would both have similar tastes in style consisting of things that are classy but can also be chic and cute

sometimes he even shops for you if he knows what you like or what you've been wanting

"Remember that blazer you really liked from the last fashion week from Prada, I got it for you so I hope you like it."

doesn't take no for an answer and even if you do try refusing a gift he gives you, he gives you this certain look and then you end up accepting the gift

also carries your shopping bags after shopping so all you have to do is walk beside him looking as beautiful as ever

nap dates are a thing with you and jay

you would both simply cuddle in bed and just sleep together for hours like that and it is definitely his second favourite thing after kissing you

and when he does go on tour and can't cuddle with you, he makes sure to call you every night no matter how exhausted he is because it helps him sleep better after hearing your voice

I'm talking private guitar shows

be it he's just playing random acoustics on his guitar or he's actually working on something new, he will have you listen to it

"Jay you know I'm not good at this stuff, you always sound amazing anyway." you tell him feeling embarrassed at your lack of musical inclination

"Even so, you know you're someone who's opinion matters the most to me angel." he would tell you before kissing your forehead reassuringly

has an incredible memory so he remembers so many small details about you and you find it so heartwarming

you will be clinging to jay because we all know how good he smells and he doesn't mind either

usually isn't the physical affection sort of guy but he secretly loves it whenever you hug or cuddle

the healing era boyfriend for all my heartbroken readers

jay is the perfect boyfriend to help you get back into the dating game as you heal and learn to love and trust yourself and others

oh I cannot forget about the singing

he is definitely going to be singing to you

ask him and he will be your human aux, sings whatever songs you would like

he all in all just loves feeling needed by and taking care of you

your happiness is his happiness in the end

[kittyit]

I like finding copies of old feminist books that probably had 100 copies, 1 print, then never again. Even when I don't like the book at all. I was recently given a handwritten editors copy of a lesbian philospher's unpublished book; the woman who was her caregiver until death said she couldn't keep it anymore and she wanted it to go somewhere else. I don't really like it. Max and I might fuck around and publish it for her posthumously anyway. We have all the copies of Lesbian Ethics that are left bc Sarah Hoagland & her wife were going to just trash them bc they were tired of moving with them. Max's book probably has 1/100 of the response we were expecting. And I've made my peace with it, I was shocked, I was angry, but then I just made peace. Lesbians voices are suppressed, people don't really read as much anymore, feminist theory is out of style. Who gives a fuck? I care about the one woman who's hungry for this, I want there to be something there for her when she's on the hunt. Everyone else's lack of interest simply isn't my concern - as June Jordan recommended, I am indifferent to indifference :)

[lieswetell]

IFHY (Jordan Li x Alt!Reader) PT 1

Tags~ roommate au, enemies to lovers, alt reader, tattooed reader, slow burn, supe!reader, afab!fem!reader

Warnings~ angry sex, jordan might be a lil mean, porn w plot bc im freaky like that, drugs, alcohol, gay shit

Monday, August 7th

“It’s only one semester. This will be over before you know it,” Mia said.

You want to hear her out and try to be optimistic about the situation, but it’s complicated. Having your own dorm was rare in Godolkin. Students who did usually paid an ungodly amount for the extra privacy or were gifted one because of their current sponsors. For you, in your previous two years, it had been a mixture of both.

“This is bullshit.” You complain and have to force yourself not to roll your eyes at your phone.

Mia hadn’t done anything wrong. She was doing everything she could to get you what you wanted. However, it wasn’t playing out in your favor this time. You were still in your dorm, trying to cling on to that last bit of single dorm life you could, even though you were moments away from the move.

“Look. I love you, but there isn't anything else I can do. Some of these kids will probably be out in a few months.” Mia tried to help you look on the bright side of the situation.

You have yet to respond to what your assistant was telling you. Instead, you just kept looking around the now-empty dorm with a mournful gaze.

“Shetty says it’s a large roo-” Mia added.

“My room was plenty big enough,” You complained again. This time, the words came out in a sort of whine that would remind anyone else of a toddler.

 You got up from the floor and wiped your hands on your pants. After taking a deep breath, you closed the last bin in your room.

“One semester.”  You sighed.

“One semester,” Mia said, her voice a lot more positive than yours.

“When are you recording that video for-”

“Alright, look at the time the moving team is here. Can’t be late.” You cut her off and blew her a kiss before hanging up on her.

The moving team wasn’t anywhere near your room, and you knew that. If you focused, you could hear everyone in the building. There wasn’t a trace of dickheads with whistles anywhere near you.

The Godolkin University moving team usually consisted of sophomore students with too much strength to know where to put it. Many were from various clubs or programs that forced them to help incoming students. 

You started to stack your bins and luggage outside of your room on your own. Typically, the moving team would assist the students. Still, it was effortless for you to carry the items, and you thought if you looked around your dorm for any longer, you might burst into tears. That wasn’t very productive or good for your image if anyone were to see it. So you popped in your earbuds and started to lift the bins. When finished you put the label on your crate 465.

 With the headphones in your ears, you didn’t notice just how much more lively it was. Most of your floormates were in other single dorms with other upper-level students. So you would only really run into a few people if any, daily. With the influx of incoming students moving in, you would easily have trouble avoiding anyone. According to your assistant Mia, every dorm room was filled(yayyyy godolkin for not allowing students to live off campus).

After skipping an array of songs, Spotify somehow thought would suit your style, someone poked you on the shoulder.

“You’re 17#, right? Big fan, honest.”The boy said. Something you noticed everyone said after they wanted to snap a quick picture with someone. You couldn’t complain, though you had no proof this person was lying to you.

“Nice to meet you.” You said and copied the same amount of excitement. The perfect amount to seem genuine but still cool enough to feel above them in that weird way you can only get from social media. You extended your hand, and he shook it eagerly.

You didn't feel that way, of course. That’s just the game and how you needed to perform. All to get where you needed to be. Being a hero was a machine full of moving parts, and Mia has been training you since you were fourteen.

“Can I get a picture?” He asked, and you nodded before he could get the sentence out.

Always…

“Always always…” you answered happily. You quickly adjusted your hair and gave the boy a side hug.

The selfie came out nice. Cute and wholesome. You made sure he tagged you on the picture and used a few of your hashtags. You gazed around, wondering who was assisting him with the move. He just looked around at your bins before looking back up at you.

“Is there anything fragile in there?” He asked awkwardly. It seems he hadn't shaken off the nerves from meeting you. It was so silly to you. You weren’t Homelander or Queen Maeve.

“Yeah, the fragile stuff is in that box right there. Marked fragile in bold red tape…”

The boy then looked back at you with a look you couldn’t place. Before you could even realize what was about to happen, his arms stretched out to unnatural lengths as if he were made of rubber. He lifted all of your bins simultaneously. He wrapped and stacked them into the carts and secured them as if his arms were bungee cords. It was astonishing. You had never seen that power before, and although it was slightly disgusting, it was cool.

Just as you went to pat him on the back, a box on top crashed to the floor. You heard the glass shatter and knew instantly it was the fragile box he so kindly placed on top of everything to avoid it getting crushed. Just my luck. That was definitely the bong in there that you’ve had for a few years. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I've been stretched out all day. Things are starting to fall out.” he apologized genuinely.

“Lemme guess you are usually super tight?”

Your roommate was finished moving all of her things to the other side of the room. It definitely started as a struggle, but after a bit of time, Jordan started to get the hang of it. Early in the process, he was just bitching to himself about having to do this in the first place. He didn't really have anyone to complain about it to. His friends were rooming with each other, and he was the only one stuck rooming with a new person.

 His parents didn't understand his frustrations, and instead, they were just happy he would be rooming with a girl. Jordan tried explaining his irritation to Brink, but that was also a no-go. All Brink did was reframe the situation by saying it could somehow make Jordan a better hero.

“Are there seriously no fucking quads in this place?” Jordan complained to no one.

He sat on his loveseat on his couch and scrolled on his phone. He debated not being in the room when his new roommate arrived. Jordan heard that people had done that, but he was too nervous to do it himself. What if you stole something? What if you wanted to put your stuff on his side? Maybe you were a weird freshman? Or worse, a fan of him?

He sat back on the couch. His feet were planted firmly in front of him, and he scrolled on his phone. It was a position he often found himself in. In this form, his feet were actually able to reach the floor when he sat all the way back on the couch comfortably. In the other one, her feet dangled and gave off a less intimidating look than the one he was currently in.

There was a soft knock on the door. Jordan rolled his eyes and stayed in his position. Why would he open the door? If they were supposed to be moving in, they surely would have a key, right? He looked at his door open. Jordan wasn’t really sure what to expect to be standing in the doorway. 

When the ugly beast finally reared its head, Jordan finally exhaled. He hadn’t realized he was holding his breath until you waved at him.

“Hi” You said

It’s all you can offer him at the moment. The little helper you had assisting you barged in soon after you greeted Jordan. Jordan didn't even say anything to you. He just looked at you from his spot on the loveseat then his eyes trailed over to the freshman who couldn’t maintain eye contact with you.

“Looks like! Holy shit Jordan”

“Yeah.” He just nodded, confirming that he was indeed Jordan Li

The freshman stood awkwardly with your things and stared at Jordan. The interaction was just already a lot weirder than it needed to be. So you stood at the door and tried to think of a way to intervene in the impromptu staring contest.

“Thanks. You can just leave it right here. I can do the rest.” You thanked him with a big smile

With another resounding crash, he let go of the bins, and you winced. Jordan even was taken aback by the sound and rolled his eyes

“Are you sure, ma’am?” he asked 

He sounded genuine even though he treated your belongings like they were indestructible. You buffered for a moment and realized what he said

“Ma’am? How old do you think- never mind, just leave thanks.” You shooed him away and exhaled softly

“Bye”

He watched you. You unpacked your things, and he stayed put and just watched you. He was cycling through so many things in his head. Being so last minute, this situation didn't give him any time to prepare. The only thing he did was clean and move his shit to one side of the room. He was grateful that he could at least recognize you from the ranking. The unknown was scary like that. Jordan knows you have been slowly climbing your way to the top. Your reputation was squeaky clean. Your brand was sweet, innocent, and confident. 

Your brand didn't mean he trusted you, though. Anyone with more than two fucking brain cells at this school knew that your ‘brand’ or ‘online presence’ meant absolutely nothing. Just because you waltz in here with your big smile and wave doesn't mean he will let his guard down. Roommate or not, you still had the potential to be a big fucking dick.

“Yeah, just don’t touch any of my shit, and we should be fine.” Jordan said without looking up from his phone.

He sat comfortably slumped on the sofa. The uninterested appearance he’s in pissed you off. Oh, so he’s just like this? You could do this, though. You wouldn’t let him see that you were frustrated. People like him lived off of that shit, and you wouldn’t give him what he wanted. You just nodded and gave him another smile, one real enough to be convincing.

“I understand. You do have some nice things. Probably wouldn’t want anyone getting into it either.” You said in that cheerful voice that you had been trained to perfect. 

That time, Jordan did look at you. He was now thoroughly annoyed and over the roommate situation. In his eyes, he tried. In the twenty minutes you had been in the room, Jordan considered everything he had done ‘trying’. This situation wouldn’t work, though. He just wasn’t built to share rooms with a random person.

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Wednesday, September 27th

“Jesus Christ, do you ever fucking fucking knock?!” Jordan shouted

You did knock. You dented the door to your room because you were banging on the door for about ten minutes. You even shot Jordan a few texts saying when you would return to the dorm. Of course, she hadn’t responded to any of them; she never did.

So you said fuck it and broke the lock on your door and walked into the room. Jordan was riding some junior in her bed. The sight wasn’t new to you, so you were unfazed. Seemingly to you, Jordan never really cared about you seeing her naked. It was more of the fact you were interrupting her that was the problem. In the two months you have been rooming with Jordan, you have walked in on her having sex four times.

The first time, it came as a shocker. You squealed and covered your eyes, immediately leaving the room and shooting her a few apology texts. When you left, Jordan just continued on like it was nothing. Like you were just a temporary pause. This time wasn’t like that. You walked in and closed the door behind you.

So you waved at the man who was underneath Jordan on the bed. He looked at you with a confused look, then turned to look back at Jordan, who was bewildered.

“You're not usually my type, but I think I could be down for both of you,” The man said, then looked back up at Jordan curiously.

You just walked toward your desk, sat down, and started up your laptop.

She climbed off him and huffed, “Get out”.

Then the man shuffled awkwardly around the room and tried to pick up his clothes. He slipped the condom off and didn't know what to do with it, so he tried to hand it to Jordan. She pointed towards the door, so he just nodded and held it as he left the room. His clothes were still crumpled in his other hand, covering his dick. You shook your head slightly, knowing that type of thing was far too normalized in this school.

“Do you purposely do that?” Jordan asked you sharply. It was more of an accusation. He barely spoke to you, and when he did, it was always intending to fight.

“Do what?” You asked and logged into the Godolkin portal.

“Wait until I’m using the room to appear out of thin air” She complained and stepped closer to you.

Whenever Jordan spoke to you, it was like they were a nagging little voice that you had to physically restrain yourself from losing your cool with. You didn’t want to risk an argument with Jordan, no matter how much of a bitch she was. It just wasn’t worth it. It would be optimistic to think that Jordan wouldn’t somehow get you lousy press from the situation. It was also optimistic of you to think that one day, Jordan would just stop trying to fight the fact that they would have to live with someone.

Every day you felt like you were seconds from Jordan finally saying fuck it and starting beef with you publicly just to fuck up your rank. Being ranked seventeen wasn’t the best you could be, but to most people, being in the top one hundred was quite an accomplishment. Job security was a hard thing for supes to find, and you weren’t going to fuck up your brand just because Jordan was having a bad day.

“Oh, please. I texted you, Jordan. Multiple times,” It came out with a little more emotion than you intended. Patience wasn’t your strength today.

“You didn’t,” She said flatly.

You huffed and pulled your phone out of your bag. When you pulled up the text chain to show her. You looked away awkwardly when she turned around to grab her phone. For some reason seeing her ass suddenly felt invasive, although she was so chill about it. Once again, she was more pissed about the fact she didn't cum.

“That’s not even my number.” She showed you her Apple ID and rolled your eyes.

“Who’s fault is that?” You asked her this time; your tone couldn’t have been mistaken for anything but annoyed.

Jordan realized what she did and grabbed your phone out of your hand. You scoffed at the action and tried to snatch it back, but she was faster than you. Probably in both forms, unfortunately. Jordan just updated the contact info and handed you back your phone(which you snatched out of her hands immediately).

“You could’ve knocked,” Jordan said, and you did a sharp inhale.

You looked up at her, then back down at your phone at the updated info. It was hard not for you to be pissed about the fact he lied to you. So many arguments could’ve been avoided, but of course, she couldn’t even give you her number.

“I did. For about ten minutes. Maybeyouweretoobusycreamingondicktohearaboutit” 

The words came out as a rushed whisper. The struggle of trying to hold your anger was starting to become not only a mental challenge but a physical one.

“What did you say?”Jordan asked. This time, he almost seemed kind of excited, which didn't help you calm your nerves in the slightest.

“The locks broken, by the way. You locked me out, so I had to break it open. I’ll schedule a maintenance worker to check it out around five,” You told him. The facade was back up. You were no longer spewing attitude at him.

The maintenance request was sent, and Jordan was left confused at the sudden change in demeanor. He was excited for a second that it seemed you finally had a moment of real fucking emotion with him. Jordan would much rather be alone in his dorm, but your unwavering positivity threw him off more than he intended.

Jordan could recall a few times he would complain and rant about you to his friends during smoke seshes. It had only been two months, but he felt like he wasn’t even rooming with a natural person. Something about you was too perfect, too clean, just all around, too bland. He was excited to talk to a person for that quick moment there. It's not the brand you posted for everyone to see. 

He went back to the other side of the room in defeat. He sat on top of his bed. Jordan never stopped looking at you. You slipped up, and maybe that gave him hope(he would never admit it).

“I need the room at five,” Jordan said.

You furrowed your brows and looked over at the calendar on the wall. Each day that passed, scribbled out with a blue Sharpie. You shook your head and looked over at him.

“You have class. It’s Wednesday,” You said matter of factly.

Jordan rolled his eyes and mumbled

.“No, I don’t.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at him. He could be so petty sometimes for no reason, and this was one of those moments.

“Did you just disagree with me just because?” You asked him.

Jordan couldn’t think of a comeback or words to say. You talked to him in that weirdly positive tone despite clearly being irritated with him again. Maybe his dick twitched a little, but he ignored that.

“Jordan, put some clothes on, okay?” 

“Fuck you”

“Your dick is out”

“Have a great day”

Maintenance fixed the door problem by 5:13 pm. It was a simple fix. A new doorknob was installed, but a couple of dents from your early frustration remained a reminder. Afterward, you were alone in your dorm, struggling to wait forty minutes to join a lecture.

  It was a struggle not to nod off in front of your computer. Online classes always felt like a good idea when you signed up for them, but you soon realized they were a trap. It is a carefully crafted trap for you to waste your time on the course because you couldn't keep your eyes open long enough to listen to your professor drone on about the importance of… You fell asleep.

You needed the relief anyway. It was a struggle to keep holding up the illusions you were. The influx of incoming students fucked you over. Having a roommate who hated you meant you were always using your powers. You couldn’t trust him not to try and ruin your brand. The only times you would have a break from having to cast an illusion was when Jordan was out doing whatever the fuck he did besides training and sulking.

Illusions fell around you—your side of the room that was once pale blue and pink warped into black and purple. Your hair, which once seemed to be tied tightly in a bun, fell around your shoulders. The pink sweater you wore was replaced with a black hoodie you had for years. The illusions you had concealing your tattoos shattered. The ink from your arm sleeve peaked out from the wrist of your hoodie.

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“Who are you texting?”Andre asked 

It was late. Jordan sat on the couch in his friends' dorm and tried not to be bitter that there were only three bedrooms. He typed in his phone, angry you weren’t responding. Why does he have to deal with this? He’s pretty sure when he leaves that, all three of them just crash in the living room in a pile like cavepeople anyways. Andre’s room was always too fucking clean for anyone to actually stay in there.

He leaned over on the couch to try and take a peak at Jrdan’s phone. Jordan leaned away, mildly irritated with his friend. Andre just shrugged and made a face at Cate. Cate rolled her eyes, already knowing where this conversation was going to go. It was the only thing Jordan talked about the past couple of weeks.

“My hell of a roommate,” Jordan complained and rolled his eyes.

You hadn’t responded to the last ten texts he sent. He was trying to be better to you. He might've felt a bit guilty about giving you the wrong number for that long. So now he was trying to do what you would have done for him. He planned on bringing the same guy from earlier back over, but you wouldn’t respond to him.

“Oh, she cant be that bad?” Cate said, trying to be positive about the situation.

“Cute, you guys are texting,” Andre whispered.

Jordan heard him, however, and switched. Before Andre had a chance to react, Jordan slapped him in the back of the head. The touch was light but quick. Andre chuckled softly and then raised both of his hands.

“Well, I’m trying to tell her I'm on my way back to the dorm. Might need it in a few,” Jordan explained and put his phone away.

“Why do you look so stressed?” Luke asked.

To be honest, he was the only one not caught up on the whole Jordan hating her roommate thing. He thought she would get over it in a week, but clearly, that wasn’t the case. Jordan still hated you basically for existing at this point. Luke tried to lock in on the situation, but he was still pretty high from the session that just ended.

“She isn’t fucking responding,” Jordan whined.

“It’s fine. It’s only been like ten minutes,” Luke stated.

Luke’s eyes looked around the room for whatever the fuck he was missing. Cate just laughed beside him.

“Since the last text I sent. I texted her five hours ago,” Jordan added, her arms crossed in front of her.

“It’s probably nothing,” Luke assured her, although he didn't understand why the situation was that. 

Serious. Cate understood it, though. Even if, at the time, Jordan didn’t understand, she could have seen it already. Cate had a weird way of just knowing.

“Yeah, what are you so worried about?”Andre asked, raising his eyebrows in a suggestive way.

Jordan looked away and flipped him off. Cate and Andre shared another look, and Jordan wanted to flip the couch over. She didn’t though

“Fuck off, Dre.”

“Who is she again? Freshman?” Cate asked

“No, junior.” Jordan answered.

“Who is it?”Luke asked, hoping that maybe that would explain Jordan’s frustration.

When Jordan answered, none of them had much of a reaction, which wasn’t very satisfying for Jordan. Andre didn’t even know who you were talking about(he didn't pay attention to the rankings much). Cate just nodded, taking in the info. It was always funny to her how the most liked people could be some of the worst. Luke didn't run with Jordan’s opinion of her roommate. He knew how dramatic Jordan could sometimes be, and he was pretty sure she would've hated any roommate she was assigned to just because they were an inconvenience to Jordan.

Jordan didn't like the feeling of being interrogated, so the hangout was cut shorter than normal. Once she answered one question, it was like he opened Pandora’s box of bullshit, and everyone wouldn’t get the spotlight off of her. So, she gave up on reaching out to the guy from earlier and instead was banging on the door of her dorm room like a mad woman.

“Dude, open the fucking door!”Jordan shouted.

He didn't want to break the door again, but the longer he stood outside, the more appealing of an idea it became. Inside the dorm, you were still fast asleep at your desk. The exhaustion from overusing your powers took a severe toll on your body. You had been out cold the entire time. All illusions previously placed on you and your things were deactivated.

“C’mon, this is really petty. Just open up.” Jordan said again, but you couldn’t hear him.

A hard alarm sounded in your ear. You shook your head awkwardly, then scrambled to check your laptop.

Take your pill

You nodded and stood up to take your birth control. You made it three steps before you fell because of the loud bang at your door. Shit. Jordan’s voice yelled something behind the door that you couldn’t quite make out at the moment. All you knew was that you needed to hurry and get all the illusions back up. You waved your hands a bit, trying to tap into Jordan’s psyche once you were confident enough that the illusions were back up, and you dry-swallowed your birth control and made your way to the door.

Act normal

“Hey, sorry I got caught up in studying?” You answered the door with a smile.

“Fine, whatever. I texted you, though.” Jordan looked at you, partially confused

It didn't make sense to him. You went hours without answering him, and your excuse was that you got caught up studying. What the fuck? You didn’t even look tired? Jordan hated you. You closed the door behind him and sat on your bed.

[noodle-is-unstable]

Bound and Beat

All of my writing is completely Gender Neutral Reader. There is no reference to gendered body parts (Imaging a Ken Doll if you will). Due to this I use more vague language, and nothing is as specific or specified. Please be advised this writing style isn't for everyone and it is okay to skip.

Ft ~ Suguru Geto x GN!Reader Kink ~ Bondage and Impact Play Synopsis ~ Staying in and being tied up and hit is all you need for a good Friday night Content Warning ~ 18+, Smut, face fucking, bondage, flog, spanking, light face hitting, rough sex, raw sex, reader gets cummed in. Idk Adult Content.

2.0K Words, I don't proof read

“Some friends asked if we wanted to come out drinking tonight.” You commented, looking down at your phone.

“Oh?  Did you want to go?” Geto raised an eyebrow at you.  You were both home bodies so this happened often.  Your friends would ask you both to hang out but neither of you wanted to be the one to say no incase the other wanted to go.  You also rarely had an excuse and constantly telling them no wasn’t an option, they were still your friends after all.

“I’m okay with going if you want to go.” Both of you knew you didn’t want  to go out.  It was Friday night though, it would probably do you both good to go out.

“I’m good with either.  If you want to go, I’ll come but I’m fine staying home too.” But then again you were already in lounge wear and didn’t really want to get ready to go out.

“Totally up to you, I’m down for anything.” Then again you’ve told your friends you’re busy the last two weekends.

“I mean, you’re closer to them than me.  You should choose.” But you’re adults and also can’t go out drinking every weekend.  You have responsibilities.  Plus the hangovers are foul.

“You knew them first, it’s up to you.” You could always go for one drink, but that’s so much work to get ready and go out for an hour.

“Why not tell them you’re tied up and can’t make it.” Geto whispered in your ear.  But then again you could invite them over for a drink so it's more casual.  Wait, what?  Your thoughts snapped to what Geto said, or more how he said it.  His face was beside yours, lips ghosting your ear.  

“What?” Your voice was almost a whisper, still trying to understand what he said.  That’s not normally how these discussions went.  You’d both go back and forth until you’d reluctantly convince yourself to go..  

“Why not tell them you’re tied up and can’t go?” Geto smirked, hands moving to hold your hips and pull you into him.

“I don’t want to lie to them.” Brows furrowing you bit the inside of your cheek.  The group chat was still going off, waiting for an answer.  The Geto grabbed your chin, pinching your cheeks so your mouth opened and you’d look at him.

“Who said you’d be lying?” He asked with a tilted head.  That’s when his actions and words clicked together.  Your eyes went wide, heart beat increasing.  You were searching his eyes for any hint he was joking but found none.

“So, can I inform them you’ll be preoccupied tonight?” Geto’s lips were curled in an alluring smirk.  Always so smooth and sultry.  All you could do was give a small nod, your cheeks still squeezed in his hand.  He grabbed your phone from you and typed out a quick message before tossing it on the counter.  Before you could say anything he had scooped you into his arms, carrying you to the room.  Not the bedroom, the special spare room where all your extra special and fun sex objects were kept.  

“On the X-cross, handing, or just restrained tonight, Angel?” Geto hummed as he opened the door.  So many options.  You thought for a moment.

“You got us out of going out tonight, so dealer's choice.” You smiled back at him.

“I should save you from social situations more often.” Geto laughed, tenderly kissing your forehead.  “Well, instead of hanging out with friends, I think it would be fitting to have you hanging in a different way.” He hummed, gently placing your feet back on the ground.  You looked up at the hooks and clips on the ceiling that Geto had installed.  

“Clothes off.” He commanded before going to the closet to dig around.  “How rough do you want the ropes to be?” He asked absentmindedly while he grabbed  other things.

“Rough.” You purred with a smile.  There was something about hanging with ropes that gently tore into you that was euphoric.

“Such a masochist.” Geto teased which just made you roll your eyes.

“I was normal and had plain old vanilla sex before I met you.  You’re the real freak here.” You shot back.  This just made him laugh as he pulled out the items.

“Yeah?  And how was it?  How many times did they make you cum or scream their name?” Geto gave you a cocky smirk and raised brow.  Your cheeks went flush as you pouted.  He was right, but did he have to be so loud about it?

“Whatever.” You mumbled.

“That’s what I thought.” Geto chuckled, preparing the rope.  “Now what's the safe word?” He asked as he began to wrap the rope around you.

“Red.” You sighed, letting him lift and move your arms as needed.  He did this every time.  You always had to go through the safety precautions and tell him you consented.  It wasn’t that you were upset he did this, in fact it always made you feel safe.  The issue was you would let him do absolutely anything to you and would thank him after.  Never once had you used the precautions but still, he made sure you knew them and they were in place.

“Mhm, and the action?” Geto asked, now binding your arms behind your back.

“Three snaps or three taps.” You confirm, though with the way your arms were, that wasn’t going to be an option.

“And sound?” Geto moved to your legs, tying one so your ankle was flush to your thigh.

“Three deep grunts in a row.” You squeaked as Geto tightened the rope.

“Great.” Geto smiled, giving your ass a gentle tap.  “Up we go.” He smirked, throwing you over his shoulder like you were weightless.  He began to work the ropes through the hooks and pulleys before hoisting you up.  You were posed with your arms back like angel wings, one leg tied to itself and the other dangling.

“You look ethereal, my Angel.” Geto let out a soft sigh, heart filled eyes as he took in the view.  

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” You strain to say, the rope on your ribs restricting their movement.  Then you saw a flash, a polaroid printing out.  

“I always do.” Geto smirked, shaking the picture before adding it to the bulletin board on the wall.  It had hundreds of pictures.  Some of you together, some of just him, but mostly you in precarious positions.  Welts on your ass, tied up, bound and gagged, whatever that session happened to be of.

“Now shall we?” Geto hummed, grabbing a flog.  Your cheeks went flush.  You always seemed to go quiet and shy once you realized the position you were truly in.  Completely helpless, at the mercy of Geto and putting all your trust in him.  A stinging impact hit your left butt cheek, making you suck air in through your teeth.  

“Count them.” Geto instructed.

“One.” You groaned out.  A hand came down on the other side of your ass.

“Two.” You whimpered, the stinging sensation sending waves of pleasure straight through you.  The flog whipped your exposed side.

“Three.” You moaned, eyes already beginning to roll back.

“So filthy of you to get off on getting hit, Angel.” Geto teased, lifting your chin to look at him.  “Open.” He squeezed your cheeks.  Your jaw went slack on his command, a long strand of his spit falling into your mouth.  You happily savored the sweet saliva.

“So filthy.” Geto cooed, gently slapping your cheek twice.  The way you looked up at him, slightly slack jawed, tongue half out and hearts in your eyes had his cock painfully hard.  The way he had barely touched you, but here you were, already dumb and drooling for him.

“Think you deserve a teat?” Geto’s voice was coated in lust, deep and thick with need.  You nodded, swallowing hard.  Your eyes went wide as you watched Geto strip down, hard cock slapping his stomach and leaving a connection of precum.  He walked up to you, grabbing his dick he slapped your cheek with it, leaving a smeared trail of precum.  

“Do you want it?” Geto asked, slapping your cheek again.

“Yes.” You were practically panting, unable to move to claim it for yourself.

“Beg for it Angel.” He smiled down at you.  His tip continued to tap into your cheek as you attempted to nuzzle into it more.

“Pretty please Suguru, please.  I want you so badly, want to taste you, please.” You whined, eyes fixated on his drooling cock.

“Anything for you.  Open up.” Your jaw fell open on his command.  Geto took no time to put his cock between your lips and pull the ropes so he was down your throat.  Your eyes filled with tears at the rough entry.  You gagged on his length, lashes already tearstained.  Even so you didn’t use the  safe sound and Geto took this as encouragement to continue.  With his grip on the ropes he began to swing you, pulling you almost off his dick before roughly swinging it back so your nose hit his happy tail.  Drool and spit bubbles from your lips as Geto roughly face fucked you.  The roped scraped and dug into you with every swing, sure to leave their mark on you.  Every time he pulled you forward, a hash slap was added to your ass.  A gagged cry would try to escape your stuffed throat but only more drool would fall.

“So good.  Fuck, you feel so good Angel.” Geto grunted.  It was only when his abs began to contract he fully pulled out.  You gasped, coughing at the sudden freedom.  

“That should be enough spit, yeah?” Geto panted, having just edged himself so he didn’t cum down your throat.  He collected the messy amount of drool on your chin with his fingers before he moved behind you.  Fingers deposited the spit onto your entrance as a form of lube.

“Such a stunning view.” Geto purred, stretching your hole with both hands to get a better view of it.  “It just calls to me, begs to be filled by my cock.” He tapped his tip to it.  Geto gave you no warning as he grabbed the rope once again to swing you into him, forcing you to take him fully in one swift motion.  Your eyes rolled back  as a cried scream left your lips.  He managed to direct his tip into your sweet spot.  Tears poured from your eyes at the stretching sensation and the pleasure you felt.  It was almost too much.  With just one thrust he already had you on the verge of cuming.  Geto wasn’t insane though, he held you in pace for a while, letting you adjust to around him.  It was only when he could feel you clenching around him, trying to pull him in impossibly deeper, that he began to swing you again.  The ropes began to dig in again, pleasure and pain mixing into one as you cried over the sensation.  Geto swung you roughly back into him each time, his tip bruising your sweet spot.  A loud, moaning scream left your lips when Geto harshly slapped your ass at the exact moment he bottomed out into you.

“A-AH Suguru!” You were a mess.  Words that were meant to be begging just came out broken and all too much.  Each swing, each slap, each thrust, each burning fiber from the rope, it was all becoming too much.

“Gunna cum for me?  Let me hear my Angel sing my name.  Come on, I wanna hear you.” Geto grunted.  He was close too but he’d be damned if he came before you did.

“Please, Suguru, god, please!” Broken screams escaped you as your orgasm washed over you.  Eyes rolling back as your entire body shook, going stiff.  

“Fuck!” Geto grunted, cumming  deep into your core, holding the rope so he was as deep in you as possible.  The second your orgasm faded your body went limp, simply too exhausted to hold itself up.  You were drooling, eyes half lidded.  You could barely focus on the fact Geto was lowering you from your place, loosening the ropes.

“You’re too perfect Angel.  My ethereal blessing.” Geto sighed, kissing along the deep rope burns that covered your body.  “Come on, let me take care of you.” He cooed, picking you up as if you were delicate and might break.  As if you hadn’t just been manhandled to oblivion.

About the Kink: Bondage and Impact Play are apart of the BDSM umbrella. Bondage is the practice of consensually tying, binding or restricting someone. Generally this is done for erotic, aesthetic, or somatosensory stimulation. A partner may be physically restrained in a variety of ways, including the use of rope, cuffs, bondage tape, or self-adhering bandage. Impact play is the is a sexual practice in which one person is struck (usually repeatedly) by another person for the gratification of either or both parties which may or may not be sexual in nature. How to Practice the Kink Safely:

With any kink it's important to have a safe word, action and sound. The action is in case it's not possible to be verbal. The sound is incase it's not possible to make words or move. Pick something easy to remember and wouldn't come up naturally. Eg. Red, 3 fast taps, 3 repeating grunts

It's important to remember that consent can be taken away at any point in time. While participating in these things safe words, actions and sounds should all be implemented. The one doing the restraining should check in with the restrained and ensure they are okay and comfortable. Remember it's only a kink if both parties are willing, eager participants. When using restraints there should be thinks like a knife, scissors, or other cutting tools nearby incase there is need to undo the binds quickly. With both Bondage and Impact Play aftercare is a must. Emotional aftercare is also highly recommended. Aftercare expectations should be discussed before beginning

[bluecatwriter]

There's a long history of Dracula adaptations clearly made by people who have never read the book.

I think in this fine tradition you specifically should adapt the Beetle without reading it

You are SO right, anon. I am going to direct the movie version of The Beetle upon which all other adaptations will be based! It will full of iconic quotes that are not in the book and I will butcher all the themes and characters!

Initial thoughts:

-Robert Holt will be played by some no-name actor who is putting his entire heart, soul and mind into the performance. The Brick Guy is also played by this guy. The first part of the movie is filmed in a very straightforward period-drama style, with the exception of a Carpet Scene, which is filmed in soft focus like a "flashback to dead wife" scene.

-Robert will also of course be referred to as "Bobert" and wear jorts. Alas, he does not get a GAP sweatshirt or a slushie in this version because there are no Ordinary Solicitors to save him.

-The Beetle will be portrayed as just a beetle of varying sizes, and they will be CGI. Specifically the really low-budget bad CGI of the early 2000s. This is very important for my artistic vision.

-Paul Lessingham will also be CGI.

-The cat will be a real cat, and will be voiced by the guy who voiced Garfield from the 1990s Garfield and Friends cartoon.

-I am open to casting suggestions for Sydney Atherton, although again, I suspect that it would be best to forgo celebrities and cast a guy who has played the comic-relief guy in Oklahoma at community theater one too many times. I will change nothing about Sydney Atherton's atrocities, and will in fact probably add a few more, but all the other characters will say how manly and wonderful he is while he's like beating someone to death with a cricket bat in the background. The movie critics will read a lot into this directing choice.

-I will make Marjorie and Dora both girlbosses™ by giving each of them a sword and a multi-level marketing business. They will contribute nothing to the plot and I will be offended if people think they are bland characters.

-I don't really know the other characters, so they will be played by a gender-inclusive rotating cast, and everyone will keep mixing up their names. The goal is for it to be impossible to keep track of who's doing what at all times.

-The cat still dies but goes to Cat Heaven and there's a whole musical dream sequence (inspired by 1930s cartoons and musical numbers from Gene Kelly movies) about the cat having a really great time in Cat Heaven.

-During some mundane scene with this rotating cast of characters and CGI Paul Lessingham, Bobert will dramatically die of starvation in the background. Nobody notices.

-The train crash will be on-screen instead of off, and there will be a very long monologue from the train themself as they dramatically fall off a broken bridge (this will be a practical effect with a full-sized train). This monologue will be delivered by the same guy who plays the cat, and if the actor isn't crying real tears by the end, we will redo the take until we get it. There will be a lot of montaging and soft focus. We will give the train a tragic backstory, but the train is also kind of accepting of their fate, you know? The book of Ecclesiastes will probably be mentioned somewhere in here.

-I will be diverging from canon by having Sydney Atherton die in the train crash. Not from the train, though, he chokes on a shrimp cocktail moments before the train hits the ground.

-Credits roll

-Epilogue scene: Sydney Atherton ends up in Cat Heaven and all the cats jump on him like the hyenas at the end of Lion King and there's just a giant wriggling ball of cats. Bobert is there too, drinking a slushie in the background. Hard cut to black.

[nightmare-of-homophobes]

I Missed You ~ (Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal), (Lilia Calderu x Alice Wu Gulliver x Jennifer Kale)

Second Day of AAA Week: Band AU

Words: 5,2k

Warnings: NSFW!; the coven is a polycule; breakup; mention of toxic relationships; not so friendly towards Lorna Wu; BDSM as therapy (because Agatha's way to open up about her feelings is being punished/tortured first); tying kink; shock kink; dom!Lilia Calderu; but all of this is introduced in a non-sexual scene; probably too much ooc (especially with Lilia); mentions of Lithario (Lilia/Agatha/Rio) being a thing in the past; no beta reader; no editing/review; smut in the end; oral and fingering (Rio receiving); maybe hurt/comfort at some point?; mentions of Billy and Wanda; Wandagatha as one of Agatha's previous relationships; maybe I should turn this into a multi chapter fanfiction; seems a bit rushed…; MINORS DNI!

Tag list: @confuseuniverse @jubshead @yourbasicqueerie @kenzie-floops @hexy-lynesdein @gilmoresliarss ( @thegoddamnfeels adding you here so I won't forget to tag on the headcanons)

If you want to be tagged or taken from the list at any moment, just let me know!

English isn't my native language, so be kind! Enjoy, xoxo!

***

One thing everyone knew about the music business was how cutthroat it was. And for that, the whole idea of an indie rock band, specifically composed by queer women, surviving past the 90s and making their name into the top of the charts for most of the 2000-2010 was almost unbelievable.

Yet, The Coven made it. They did it with style and creativity.

Composed by five members (each one representing a kind of witch), they out-shined other bands by not only offering a show, but an entire theatrical experience.

Of course it wasn't that way in the beginning, no. At first there were only three of them and a group of rotative people that would fill in the gaps the band needed. But then, when Agatha, Rio and Lilia started writing the story they wanted to tell to the public, the need for permanent members showed off and they eventually found Jennifer and Alice.

So the tale of The Road was finished. Each member of the band knew the role they would play in that story and all of them were equally important to it.

Agatha Harkness – the lead singer and second guitar – was the Spirit Witch and her role was to guide the show and the story. Her colour was purple;

Lilia Calderu – the bassist and higher voice – was the Divination Witch and the one who eventually tied them together as a group. Her colour was yellow;

Rio Vidal – the drummer, background voice and Agatha's girlfriend – was the Green Witch and the one who would help everyone to grow out of their shells. Her colour, obviously, was green;

Jennifer Kale – the lead guitar and background voice – was the Potions Witch and the one to hold the group, not believing in her own potential. Her colour was pink;

Alice Wu Gulliver – the pianist and lower voice – was the Protection Witch and the youngest witch, the one that rejected her own being. Her colour was red.

Together, they all narrated, with their songs and dramatization, a story about witches making other witches accept themselves as they are. A tale about growth, female empowerment, women supporting women, rejection of labels, self acceptance and love.

Well… At least it used to be like that.

It worked until the mid-2010s, then the great breakup happened and things had to change quickly.

After a long time together, Agatha Harkness and Rio Vidal ended their relationship due to toxic behaviour towards each other and creative differences. Being two of the three pillars, it was almost impossible that the band proceeded without one of them leaving the ship. So Rio did it. She left them and started a solo career as The Green Witch.

With the absence of one less member, they had to find someone to put in Rio’s place.

They changed the story when they found Wanda Maximoff, naming her The Scarlet Witch and placing her as the villain of a new story. One where Rio Vidal was Death and Wanda worked under her orders. One where Agatha would lose everyone and everything at the end. Over and over and over again. Only to be left trapped into the Scarlet Witch's spell at the end.

But, of course, Wanda couldn't be with them forever and once she served her time with the band, she moved on, leaving that fifth spot in the band empty again.

So they found Billy Kaplan and the story changed again. Billy's role was Teen, a mysterious boy who would free Agatha after The Scarlet Witch died, encouraging the Spirit Witch to reunite her coven while he dived into a search to discover who he really was.

But Billy also couldn't stay in the band forever and, now, well… They were fucked.

– Any news about the drummer? – Agatha asked anxiously one morning. Billy had left them one month ago and they still hadn't anyone as a real option to that spot.

– No one we interviewed ‘till now could keep up. – Lilia said, splattered on a couch, her head on Jennifer’s lap.

– But there's another one this afternoon. – Alice informed while throwing in an armchair. Jennifer and Lilia exchanged knowing looks. – And they seem to be very experienced.

Agatha nodded. If the new drummer played well enough, they could learn the rest in the band rehearsals.

– But we've been thinking… – Jennifer started, catching Agatha's attention again. – We wanted to write this arc of the story.

Agatha rolled her eyes.

– Again with the protagonism talk? – she scoffed. – I'm sorry I'm the protagonist, Kale.

– It's not that. – Alice intruded and was about to defend her girlfriend when Lilia lifted her hand, silencing the younger.

– What Jennifer meant was… You wrote the Teen's arc alone. And, to be honest, our characters were kinda shoved in the dark…

– Literally shoved in the dark. – Jennifer intruded since, for the first act of the show, they literally didn't appear under the spotlights.

– And we think it's only fair for us to write this one. – Lilia finished her point, arching an eyebrow to Agatha.

Agatha shrugged.

– Yeah, whatever. – cause she would never dare to go against Lilia. She tried once, but it didn't go well. – As long as it's not lame.

– You dare call my art lame and I'll beat this attitude out of you. – Lilia warned.

And the matter died with that.

***

In that afternoon, when they all gathered in the car to go to the studio to meet the new candidate for the drummer's spot, Agatha felt that something was off. As if a disaster was to fall on her just around the corner but she couldn't really prevent it.

To worsen everything even more, she was damned to watch Alice, Jennifer and Lilia's being too touchy for her liking.

– The three of you can't spend a minute without being together? – she groaned, crossing her arms and paying attention to the blurred buildings out of her window. She did not want to see how Jennifer was shamelessly distributing kisses along Lilia's neck.

– You could always join, you know that. – Lilia's rich voice answered. A smirk on her face as she provoked the brunette only because she could.

– Fuck off, Lilia. – Agatha mumbled.

– Oh, I could. – the older woman giggled devilishly before occupying herself with Alice's mouth.

Once they arrived at the studio, Agatha left the car as fast as she could, afraid that if she stayed a longer minute, Lilia would make her witness, again, the dirty acts of the three women.

Jennifer, Alice and Lilia left the car just after her, chuckling to themselves at the other woman's desperation.

– You know, for an old batty, you're very, very dirty, Calderu. – she said.

– You're welcome. – the bassist shrugged as she passed Agatha with the two women on her trail.

They went into the building, going into the elevator to the studio's floor. Entering it, they were met by their producer, Mrs. Davis:

– Ah, girls, you finally arrived! – she said happily as always. Sharon Davis always was their best support, always relishing in their creative ideas and music.

– Though a bit late, don't you think? – Lorna Wu Gulliver, their agent and second composer, was there too. – Hey, Alice.

– Hi, mom… – the woman mumbled. Their relationship wasn't the best, but they were trying.

– So, the drummer? They're already here? – Agatha asked, wanting to get down to business as quickly as she could.

– Yes… – Sharon said hesitantly. – She's already here.

– She? – Lilia teased. – That's refreshing.

– So, you're all ready to hear her? – Lorna asked.

– Yeah, go on. – Jennifer said, already sitting down at the large couch at the wall.

Lorna told the drummer the members of the band had already and they were ready to hear her. Sharon gently told the person not to be nervous and prepare herself cause they would play the tracks they gave her so she could accompany it with the drums.

Opening the audio channel so the women could hear the sound coming from the acoustically isolated studio and avaliate, they let the recorded track on.

As the drummer started playing, something in Agatha's chest snapped. Not only on hers, actually. All the “witches” kind of felt something. Something like nostalgia or missing… Or like if someone they loved had just come back into their lives. What was very odd for them since no member after Rio had made them feel such strong feelings.

The person playing not only knew how to play their songs perfectly, she had a style so similar to Rio's that it got the band wishing to know who was inside that room.

Well, the band except for Agatha.

Agatha was actually scared of knowing who would come outside once that test ended.

But she had no time to prepare herself for it, because Lilia interrupted the whole thing:

– It's enough, I can work with these drums. What I really want to know now is if I can work with this person, call her here.

The drummer and bassist was a duo that needed to match in every band - more than any other combination -, so Lilia's word on the choice was the strongest.

Sharon and Lorna exchanged a worried look. They noticed the emotion not only in Lilia's demeanour, but in the whole group.

Interrupting the test, Sharon called the woman out. Jennifer and Alice were at the end of the sofa that faced the door to the studio and once its door opened, their eyes widened and their jaws fell.

Agatha panicked, but hoped she was wrong.

All her hopes, however, died when she heard Lilia murmur under a sigh:

– Rio…

She stood, not wanting to face the woman. Walking to the door so she could leave the studio, she stopped at her tracks when the familiar voice greeted her:

– Agatha… – Rio's voice was soft.

Agatha hesitated, her mind and her heart racing the same race, competing to see which one would reach Agatha's lips first.

– No. – her heart won. It always did when it came to Rio.

And with that, she left the room.

Jennifer, Alice and Lilia were still in their places, each one of them feeling their own mix of complex emotions.

Rio turned hopefully to Lilia, her always-widened eyes boring into the brown doe one's of the older woman. Lilia almost looked like a deer trapped under the light of a car headlight.

– Lilia…?

Lilia looked between her and the door Agatha left open. A choice to be taken. A hard one since Lilia had to choose between her girls. Again.

With tears threatening to spill from her eyes, she approached the younger woman to embrace her.

– Doll… – she whispered softly, closing her eyes as tight as her arms around Rio's body.

Rio smiled emotionally, returning the embrace as strong as she could.

– Lilia! – she repeated herself, the name coming out of her lips with joy now.

– It's been so long! – Lilia laughed heartily while holding the drummer.

– Too long for good! – Rio agreed, a big grin at her lips. – I'm sorry, I should've kept contact… – she started.

– Don't be silly, we both share blame for the distance! – Lilia scolded.

– Get off, Lilia, we want to greet Rio too! – Jen said, approaching the two of them and starting to push the older woman.

– Jen! – Lilia exclaimed a bit offended as she was practically shoved aside by her girlfriend.

Alice approached them too and both Jen and her hugged Rio tightly with big smiles on their faces.

– We missed you. – she said.

– I missed you too. – Rio exclaimed holding the two of them.

Watching that scene with her heart thumping agains her chest, Lilia couldn't help but feel like her family was complete again. Her coven.

Yet… There was a piece to fix in its place before she could celebrate Rio's return.

– I'm very happy we got to see you again, Rio… – Lilia started. – But I need to go after Agatha now.

Jen and Alice felt how the woman tensed at the other woman's name.

– Okay. – she nodded softly.

She watched as the three women exchanged a whole conversation just with their eyes. She always admired the way the three of them made their relationship work against all the odds.

– You know, it's great everything went well. – Sharon said finally, remembering the rest of the women of hers and Lorna's presence.

– This is just the calm before the storm… – Lorna said a bit tiredly.

– And you will be lucky if I get Agatha to not fire you after this. – Lilia warned the woman. Lorna's attitude wasn't professional at all.

Of course they were in a rush to find another drummer, but she could've at least told Lilia so she could’ve tried to set the stage for such a shock.

With a final nod towards Jen, Lilia left the room, already calling the band's driver, a young man called Ralph Bohner.

– Ralph?

– Yes, ma’am? – the man answered.

– Is Agatha with you? – she asked to get in the elevator again.

– No, ma’am.

– But did she leave the build?

– I don't know, ma’am… – the man said a bit insecure.

Lilia huffed exasperated.

– Honestly, do I need to fire you again? – she ended the call.

She left the elevator and was so distracted that almost missed the seated frame in the benches close to the elevator.

– Oh, thank fuck, you're here. – Lilia said, approaching the other woman and sitting beside her.

– I don't want her back in the band, Lilia… – Agatha said, her tone almost pleading.

– Couldn't you, at least, give her a chance? – she asked the brunette. – She can behave.

Agatha huffed.

– Agatha… – Lilia took the other woman's hands into hers. – It's been so long since all that happened… Don't you think it's time to move on? – she caressed the woman’s hands. – It would be so great if you two reach good terms.

Agatha tried to take her hands from Lilia’s.

– Let me go. – she said coldly, her tone flat and without emotions.

– We need her, Agatha. – the bassist said.

– You’re a two faced-snake, Lilia! – she made out of Lilia’s grasp. – I don’t need her! I don’t need you! I don’t need any of this fucked up situation, leave me alone, you old bitch!!!

They fell into a heavy silence, Agatha regretted her words almost immediately, her eyes widening as she watched how Lilia’s eyes darkened. She knew she was fucked up.

Taking her phone out of her black pintucks pants, Lilia called Jen.

– Everything okay? Did you find Agatha? – Alice answered the phone.

– Yes, pet, I’m taking her for a walk. – Lilia’s voice was cold and steeled even if it was Alice she was talking to.

– Oh… – there was a beat of silence and some whispers were heard in the background, one of them being “Agatha’s screwed”. – Okay. – Jen’s voice was heard then. – Do we have to wait for you?

Lilia stood from her seat.

– No. Take Rio back to her place, I’m leaving Ralph for you.

***

– So, how are you going with your solo career? – Alice asked Rio once the three of them fit into the back of the car.

– Well, hard, but I’m very satisfied with it. – Rio said.

– Then why did you decide to return? – Jen questioned bluntly. – Not that I don’t relish your return. I do. But… Why only now, Rio?

The woman shifted uncomfortably in her place, her eyes driving out of the window.

– Because I wanted to. – Rio simply said, avoiding the matter.

Alice looked at Jen and shrugged.

– How has Agatha been? – the drummer asked, not being subtle at all. She never was. Not when it came to Agatha.

– Well… You know Agatha. – Alice said.

– I used to, at least.

– Uh, yeah, – Alice resumed talking. – But, y’know, Agatha is Agatha. She had been doing the same. Partying, drinking, fighting… Oh, but Lilia made her quit drugs. She wasn’t handling it well after the breakup.

– Oh, she did? – Rio seemed surprised. – Great for her.

She seemed to be deciding if to stay quiet or not before finally asking what she wanted to know the most:

– Did she find someone else?

– Do you really want to know, Rio? – Jen asked. She didn’t want to upset the woman.

She nodded. She knew it would hurt her, but she did want the truth.

– She had her fair share of affairs and nights out.

– Any of you? – Rio asked, not knowing how to feel if Agatha had been sleeping with one of her ex-bandmates.

– Oh, no! No... – Alice promptly denied. – Well, maybe with Lilia, but we don’t ask her.

– Anything lasting?

Alice and Jen shared another glance.

– She did have something a bit long with Wanda, but they never made it official. It was like a… Friends with benefits?

– Yeah, friends with benefits! – Jen confirmed.

One of Rio’s eyebrows went up.

– Oh… – it was everything that came out of Rio’s mouth.

***

Agatha found herself in a hotel room while Lilia was occupied tying her on a chair.

– I hate doing this with you in this way. – she said as she did tight knots on Agatha’s pulse.

– Yeah? Then why do you keep doing it? – the brunette provoked.

– Because it’s the only way to make you listen, isn't it – the bassist pointed an accusatory finger to the other woman.

She kept tying her down with quick movements. Once Agatha’s legs, arms and hands were finished, Lilia moved on to her next step, putting a collar on Agatha. A shock collar.

Sitting down at the bed of the hotel room, Lilia crossed her legs and stared at Agatha.

– Now be respectful while answering. – the older woman said while swinging the controller in her hand, demonstrating that she wouldn't hesitate to use it. – Why are you acting like this, Agatha? You do want her back.

Agatha stayed silent. Lilia punished her.

She groaned, it wasn’t even hurtful anymore for her. She grew so used to that level that it felt as only a tingling on her skin. She chuckled.

– Is this the best you can do? – Agatha spit out. – You're getting rusty, Lilia

Another shock ran through her and she definitely felt it better than the first, so she knew Lilia had increased the voltage.

– Do I really need to repeat myself? – Lilia asked harshly.

– I DON’T WANT HER BACK! – Agatha yelled and fought against her bonds.

Lilia punished her again, her eyebrows frowning and her lips pursuing forward.

– You’re a liar, Agatha Harkness… – she said irritated. Then her tone softened. – Why are you lying to me, doll?

Agatha’s eyes widened and she averted it from Lilia’s. But not fast enough, Lilia saw the vulnerability in them.

– I don’t want her, Lilia. Not anymore. – Agatha lied again. The voltage increased again. She swore as this one kinda hurt.

– You know I’ll keep doing it until you’re ready to talk to me. – the other woman said.

– You can fuck yourself. – was what came from the brunette’s mouth.

Agatha received the highest level of voltage she could take because of her lack of respect. At that she gave up on her attitude, knowing Lilia wouldn’t give up on their little session.

Letting the tears fall from her eyes, she sobbed as quiet as she could. She always was one to cry silently, never wanting to be seen as weak.

Lilia threw the control away somewhere on the floor. Approaching Agatha, she started undoing the knots that held the woman on the chair. All the while whispering sweet nothings to her.

Once Agatha was free, her hands immediately reached out to Lilia, holding onto her as if she was her lifeboat, hiding her face on Lilia’s neck.

Lilia took the shock collar off Agatha before taking her to the bed in the room.

– Come here, doll… – she said while bringing the woman to her lap. – Let it out.

She rubbed the younger’s back and kept holding her, comforting her, being there for Agatha as she finally let herself feel something.

– I love her, Lilia. – she whispered brokenly.

– I know you do, love… – Lilia answered, meeting Agatha’s gaze as she leaned back on her lap.

– Why do I still love her? Why? – she asked desperately. When it came to feelings, Agatha Harkness always acted younger than she should. She never really learned how to deal with feelings, or feeling too much, or not feeling at all. – I feel so stupid!

Lilia hated Evanora Harkness for that. She fucked up Agatha's creation.

– You’re not… – the gray-haired woman stroked Agatha’s hair. – But you need to talk to her, doll. You know that. You two have been prolonging this talk for too long.

Agatha held Lilia’s hands to her face, leaning into the calloused and warm palms.

Lilia guessed her next move, turning her face to the side so Agatha’s lips met her cheek instead of her lips. Holding Agatha there, she whispered before the other could over react:

– You know it’s not me you’re seeking.

***

Rio Vidal sat on her new bed. Well, not exactly, “new bed”, it was her old bed. In her old room. The room that wasn't entirely hers, because Agatha shared it with her back then.

After two days from the test, Lorna made contact with Rio to let her know she was back in the band. After it, Lilia suggested she should move back into The Coven's house, so it would be better for all of them to rehearse and get everything on time for their tour.

The first weeks were a bit hard for them, especially because Agatha was in her most unstable moment. She would often call the rehearsals over before its time, letting the rest of the group finish it without her.

Lilia, Jen and Alice were keeping secret about the new story arc, only sharing it with Lorna and Sharron. That alone was enough to tickle Agatha’s nerves, but along with the fact that Rio was back and was making sure to bump at her in every opportunity she got to, was even more distressing.

– What?! Are you really going to chase me around the house now? – she snapped at Rio one day.

– I only want to talk to you…

– But I don't! Can't you tell yet by how much I've been avoiding you?

Rio lifted her hands in redemption.

– Well, you know where to find me when you change your mind then…

– I won't.

Rio only looked at her, lifting her eyebrows at Agatha because she knew that was a lie. Even after a decade separated, she still knew Agatha.

And she was right about Agatha changing her mind. Of course she was.

It didn’t take long, but it did take some glasses of red wine. It was the first evening that they were able to rehearse all the new songs - for some miracle, Agatha let them do it - that Lorna composed from what Alice, Lilia and Jen had already written. After the successful rehearsal, they decided to go out and have dinner.

Agatha remained pretty civil at the dinner and it was almost as if they had gone back in time. Back to that time where they were all a great family.

After dinner, they got back home and Lilia was the one to suggest they should open a bottle of wine to finish the night. A bottle turned into two and without them even realizing a third one was already being opened.

They were all a bit drunk, but once Lilia started getting too loud and uninhibited, Alice and Jen decided it was time to get her in bed.

– Come on, mama… – Alice wrapped one arm around the older woman. – Up we go.

– Let me just take this with me… – Lilia tried to take the rest of the wine, her words very slurred.

– No, no, no… – Jen took it from her. – You already had enough.

– Come on, Jenny… – Lilia pouted, giving her those big brown eyes.

– Let the woman have some fun, Jen! – Rio’s words were as slurred as Lilia’s. And she didn’t even drink that much.

– Yeah! – Agatha agreed, nodding to the woman. – Let her driiink!!!

– Oh yeah? And will you two take her to bed after it? – Alice asked, amused. – I don’t think so.

– I could take her to bed… – Agatha said with a sly smile.

A loud chuckle escaped Lilia’s lips.

– It would be just like the old days. – Rio completed Agatha’s reasoning with a singing tone, a similar smile on her own lips.

Jen hushed their girlfriends to upstairs while calling back:

– Well, revive the old days without Lilia!

As the trio left, the room went awkwardly quiet, Jen’s words playing into the women’s minds. Agatha shifted uncomfortably on the sofa.

– You know… – she started. – I think I may owe you an apology.

Rio's head snapped into her direction, her interest being piqued immediately.

– Do you? – she asked.

– I think we should try to talk. – Agatha said, her movements kinda slow.

Rio nodded slowly too.

– Yeah… I think it would be great.

***

In a moment they were talking, in the other they were bumping against the walls, making their way to Rio’s room. To their old room.

– Rio… – Agatha panted against the drummer’s lips.

– Yes? – she answered in a similar tone, her lips going to Agatha’s neck.

– Open this fucking door before I fuck you on this corridor. – she demanded, pulling the other woman’s hair so she could look at her.

Rio quickly disentangled herself from Agatha’s embrace, almost ripping her door from the doorframe with the force she used to open it.

Agatha pulled her into the room, slamming the door behind her before slamming Rio against it. She wasn’t worried about being quiet.

Latching their lips back together, the women moaned at the sensation of being reunited again, their bodies still remembering how to fit into each other. In a rushed and intense dance that they had committed to memory a long while ago, they ripped their clothes off, each piece being replaced by touches and kisses.

When Agatha laid Rio on the bed, the drummer murmured to the singer:

– I missed you… – her big and deep eyes melted Agatha’s heart. She missed those eyes looking at her in that way.

– I missed you too. – she answered as she sat on Rio’s lap, her hands holding the brunette’s face. Rio held onto her pulse as she did that, a habit internalized.

As their lips met again, Agatha couldn’t help herself but to grind down on Rio, hearing how the woman groaned below her, her own hips bucking up to meet hers.

When they ran out of breath, the singer didn’t waste time, immediately replacing her mouth with her fingers, relishing in the way Rio took it without hesitation. Kissing down Rio’s body, the drummer’s moans filled Agatha’s ears as if it was music.

– Nice bush you got here... – she said while reaching between Rio’s legs, kissing there. The drummer’s familiar musk smell flooded her senses and she groaned at it.

– Agatha… – she moaned around Agatha’s fingers.

– Yes, my love? – she teased the other woman, the long forgotten pet name falling from her lips with ease.

– Please.

– Please what…? – she took out her fingers from Rio’s mouth, letting her answer it properly. She always liked to hear her beg.

– I need you. – the brunette pouted.

– How much?

Rio’s hand found Agatha’s chest.

– My heart only beats for you. That’s how much I want. – she said, her eyes searching for something into the singer’s face.

She must have found it cause she seemed relieved when Agatha leaned again to taste Rio’s mouth again, pouring her heart into it.

When she went down on Rio’s body again, she put the woman’s legs on her shoulders, wanting to taste something else now. Rio moaned as she felt Agatha’s mouth meeting her pussy, her tongue darting out to dive into her folds.

– Hmm… You’re as sweet as I remember. – she hummed against the drummer. Her voice sending delicious vibrations through her.

Putting herself to work, she used all her years of experience to bring Rio to her favourite state: just on the edge. She would make Rio plead for her fingers.

– Agatha… – the brunette started, knowing exactly what the other woman wanted her to do. What she was about to do. – Agatha, please… Please…

The word kept falling from her lips as an infinite mantra until the singer finally fulfilled her requests, slipping her slick fingers inside Rio’s slick hole, satisfied at the reaction she got and at how easily they slipped inside her.

Pumping her fingers in and out, Agatha latched her lips to that soft bundle of nerves, using her tongue to play with it so she could drive the drummer even more desperate and needy.

When Rio’s hand entwined in Agatha's hair, she knew she got the other woman. She was holding back her orgasm, waiting for permission.

Releasing Rio’s clit with a loud pop, she demanded:

– You can cum.

That was enough to make Rio throw her head back and moan shamelessly, her hips uncontrollably bucking against Agatha’s fingers and tongue.

– Fuck! – she exclaimed as she came from her high, a sweet giggle escaping her as she put one of her hands in her chest, feeling how her heart was thumping against it.

Agatha crawled her way back to be on top of Rio, staring down at her masterpiece.

– Your turn. – the bottom tried to turn them around, but the other made no mention of letting her do it.

Instead, Agatha laid down in Rio's body, who immediately embraced her.

– You can return the favor tomorrow morning… – she said softly. Now that emotion of the moment passed, she was trying not to think of the complications her actions might get her. She was always a woman of the moment and that was her curse.

– So… Is this a sign that there will be a tomorrow for us? – Rio asked hopefully.

Agatha sighed in her chest, feeling how Rio was playing with her hair.

– I don't know… We didn't talk at all.

Rio giggled at that and she couldn't help but chuckle along. When they both fell in silence again, the drummer said, not wanting to press the other woman:

– You can leave if you want to… I know we're not in our right minds right now.

Agatha looked up at her. Her eyes carried an old sadness.

– I don't want to leave you. Not again.

Rio's eyes mirrored her lover's.

– Me too. – she answered softly.

Sharing so much in those looks, they leaned towards each other again, their first slow and passionate kiss being savoured deeply by the women. Oh, how they missed each other.

There, in each other's arms, they drifted into a quiet and comfortable slumber. Just as quiet and comfortable as their band colleagues shared in room's of distance, piled up in a large queen sized bed that fit the three of them.

After ten years of being incomplete, The Coven finally had one of their classic drunken nights.

It wasn't known to Agatha and Rio yet, but that was the plan since Lilia opened the first bottle of wine for the night. Against Jennifer and Alice's worries, she knew that her girls were ready to get back together… Or at least she hoped they were.

She knew there were only two possible ways to end the night: An even worse break up. Or just how Alice, Jen and her wrote in the band's new arc: with the Spirit Witch giving herself back to Death.

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Masterlist

[piescornerstore]

yknow i really like the headcanon where addisons, when they're tired or otherwise out of energy, can plug into some sort of cable and recharge at the end of a long day. but i also like the headcanon where their main source of energy is money. while they can eat anything, from regular human food to magic food to shoes, usually the most important nutrients an addison can get is from any type of currency. and i thought, why not both? humans do the same. addisons use food as the main source of energy, and connect themselves to a cable so they can clear their caches and be more ready than ever to be able to sell and work, which is all that they're supposed to be able to do.

and that made me think a little more about addispam's place in all that.

you guys know about the right to repair, right? that ever-looming fact that as consumerism becomes more and more dominant in our lives, and as corporations strive to make more and more money, the things we buy are reaching new levels of craptastic that they're basically made to break, and that older tech, while durable as hell, is basically totally accommodated for in the modern day.

and what about addispam in that context? in my fanon, he's a much older model of addison that accidentally rebooted, meant for the dump but is now roaming cyber city trying to fulfill the one purpose he was made for. but of course, the world isn't made for him anymore. maybe it never was

i'd think it'd really click for him once he tried to plug into a cable to recharge. it's practically necessary for any addison these days: if you want to sell properly, you need to clear your cache, or else your head will be swimming with endless noise that'll just fuck you up the longer it's allowed to accumulate. so, spamton bought itself a charging cable with the little money it had, after asking around to figure out what it was supposed to do (cause no one ever gave it a rulebook). but as soon as he tried to do it, the charger wouldn't fit. it went back to the store. tried another cable. didn't fit. turns out they don't sell chargers that fit its model anymore. nobody does. so addispam has to deal with a cache that keeps building and building.

and what about other things? updates are crucial to addisons. you HAVE to keep up with the styles, you HAVE to keep up with the trends, and you NEED to mimic every single little thing a lightner does but not TOO much or it might be too uncanny. so when a new update comes out, everyone's getting it.

except spamton. its model's far too old to receive such updates. it's not even on the table anymore. the last update for a model of his kind was probably a decade ago, and of course, there's no way to modify him to receive one in a way that won't kill him.

and modifications are another thing. as lines of code compressed to form sentient artificial organisms, cyber citizens can modify themselves in any way they want. tall, short, thin, fat, long hair, short hair, eye color, fingernails, even down to the way your voice sounds, you can modify yourself in any way you want. isn't that the dream? and hey, they still have modifications available for spamton's type of model? isn't that fantastic?

except they cost money. way too much money. these are the types of mods that if spamton had them, he'd probably be able to make a few sales, but he can't, because he doesn't have MONEY. and that's the thing that's fueling all of this.

everyone needs their cache cleared so they can make sales. everybody needs to update right away so they can make sales. everyone needs to modify themselves in just the right way so they can make sales. keeping everyone on their toes, their nerves ready to explode once the right mistake is made, is just the way an addison's world works. you wouldn't want to fail at your one and only purpose, would you? you wouldn't want to end up like that guy, you know him, everyone knows him, and everyone knows how much they DON'T want to be him. because they'd be failures if they were anything like him.

anyway i hate consumerism bye <3

[mvltiwritez1]

Culinary Genius - Angela Giarratana x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: during a two truths one lie video, Y/n reveals a truth that no one in the office knew.

WARNING(S): light swearing

DISCLAIMER: the truths and lie for Y/n may not be true to you but just imagine. Also not really romance, just a cute scenario.

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Y/n sat across from Angela with the last card in her hand. Angela had guessed each of her lies right and she guessed all of Angela's lies right but she knew that this last round would stump her.

"My first statement is; 'I once broke my wrist doing parkour' Shayne style, second; 'I have read 100 books since January and it is now May' and the last one is; 'I am considered a really good cook'" Y/n read off the options written on the card, a soft smile on her face as she looked back at her. Angela narrowed her eyes at the woman, thinking of a question.

"When did you break your wrist?" She asked, leaning forward. Y/n looked up to remember when.

"I broke it when I was about thirteen/fourteen. I was with a couple of friends and we just liked jumping around on stuff and one time I fell off of a playground structure and completely broke my wrist" She replied, holding up the wrist that went through the trauma. Angela looked at her wrist and nodded, thinking of another question. Murmurs commenced behind them from Amanda, Courtney, and Arasha but Y/n wasn't paying attention to them. She was waiting for another question.

"You're a reader so the 100 books isn't that hard to believe. And of course, I've never heard anyone talk about your cooking skills. I think it would've come up" Angela thought aloud and Y/n tilted her head innocently.

"I think you're lying about the 'good cook' thing. It definitely would've come up" Angela continued and Y/n raised her eyebrows slightly and brought her head back upright.

"Is that your final answer?" Y/n asked and Angela nodded, confident from her correct guessing the other rounds. She even went to get her gun but Y/n quickly reached for hers and shot at her first, causing Angela to gasp and look up at Y/n in surprise. She grinned widely at Angela and set the gun down, as well as her.

"What?! You're a 'really good' cook?!" Angela put air quotes over 'really good'. Y/n nodded, chuckling slightly. Angela looked at the camera and then at the gallery, seeing different surprised looks on the others' faces.

"No one knew but I learned a lot about cooking all my life. Family recipes, techniques for different cooking styles. Some people who have tried my cooking have told me I'm 'really good' it's not just a self title" Y/n scratched at the back of her neck nervously.

"That's crazy. You need to show me your skills soon" Angela chuckled. Y/n shrugged.

"I'm down" She replied, Angela smiled.

"Aweeee it's a little date" Amanda said in a baby voice and everyone laughed.

"Wait. What was the lie?" Angela asked and Y/n went to answer her question.

——

When they were done filming, Y/n's shirt had somewhat dried but she still brought another shirt to change into so she went to her bag at her desk and got the shirt so she could change in the gender neutral bathroom.

She was looking at her phone as she walked towards the bathroom, she collided with someone but quickly caught them before they could both fall. Y/n dropped her phone accidentally but focused her eyes and found Angela in her arms, flustered. Y/n smiled and helped her get back to her feet.

"I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying attention" Angela blushed, picking up a bag off of the floor. It was probably a change of clothes as well. Y/n picked up her phone and held her new shirt tighter in her hand, checking the screen.

"It's no problem, I shouldn't have been on my phone" Y/n chuckled and put her phone in her pocket before looking back at Angela.

"Well I'll see you later" the brunette said, recovering from being caught. She left and Y/n continued on her route to the bathroom, having an idea.

——

The work day was done and Y/n set her bag on the hook near the door, taking her laptop out of the bag. She set it down on her couch before immediately going back out to bring her groceries into her apartment.

She had decided to make one of her signature grilled sandwiches, simple but did the job. She thought back to the time that she and Angela had lunch and the brunette ordered a plain grilled cheese. Y/n wanted to make it the way she usually did which was normally with sourdough bread, compound butter - to add an acidity and extra flavour to the bread - and sliced marble cheese. She wouldn't make Angela's until lunch the next day but she blended the butter with parsley, lemon juice, and a little bit of red wine vinegar. Y/n also put the butter in a container, ready to take to the office tomorrow.

Dinner for her was just one of those sandwiches since they were quite easy to make. Y/n changed out of her work clothes and brought up Angela's contact on her phone.

Y/n<3: Hey I just want to say, don't bring lunch tomorrow. Or buy it, ok? Also meet me in the kitchen at lunch.

Angela shortly replied,

Ange: ok...why?

Y/n<3: Can't tell you, it's a surprise ;)

Ange: lol alrighty then

Angela probably thought Y/n was crazy but she decided to go along with it.

——

Angela got done filming a Smosh Games video and Amanda walked up to her, a smile on her face.

"Lunch?" Amanda asked, seemingly knowing the answer.

"Sorry 'Manda, Y/n told me not to get anything for lunch and meet her in the kitchen and I said I would." Angela looked apologetic, Amanda smirked and raised her eyebrows.

"She's going to cook for you. She kept her word" Angela actually had forgotten what they'd filmed the previous day. It was close to the end of the week so that was bound to happen. Her eyes widened and Amanda chuckled.

"Enjoy Ange" Amanda said and went up to Courtney, striking a conversation with them.

Angela walked to the kitchen and saw Y/n in there, setting some things up. Angela smiled softly and walked in, causing Y/n to look up.

"Hey! You must've been wondering why I asked you not to get lunch or bring one" Y/n leaned against the counter, her uncovered arms holding her up as she looked at the slightly shorter woman.

"Well I think I know why now" Angela chuckled and approached the island in the kitchen, looking at the ingredients.

"What are you making?" She asked and Y/n smiled back at her.

"I'm glad you asked, I'm making a grilled cheese" Y/n said confidently and Angela snickered.

"Hey, don't disrespect my sandwich game baby" Y/n stood up fully and reached for the sourdough. Angela blushed at the pet name but cleared her throat to calm herself.

Y/n took the butter container and a butter knife and spread the butter on the pieces of bread, parsley in with the butter as well. Angela looked in confusion.

"What's that?" She knew how to cook, pretty well actually but she hadn't expected something other than butter.

"It's compound butter. Usually people use this stuff for enhancing the flavour in meats, vegetables, and even baked goods but I use it for sandwiches sometimes" Y/n explained and walked over to the pan on the stove with a plate of ingredients. Angela nodded, watching the process in interest.

"Is there anything extra you want on it? Or just cheese" Y/n asked, placing one of the pieces of buttered bread in the pan as well as the cheese.

"No thank you" She smiled. She kind of felt like a child but was excited about trying whatever Y/n cooked. Y/n smiled and nodded, putting the top piece of bread on the sandwich, closing it off. She turned the stove on and turned around to face Angela.

"You know you really didn't have to do this." Angela continued, her back leaning against the kitchen island. Y/n shrugged her shoulders.

"I said I would cook for you and this was an easy way to do so. Though it's a bit of a bummer it's not fancy" Y/n joked at that last bit. She then turned around and checked the bottom of the sandwich, it was a perfect golden brown so she flipped it over to cook the other side.

"Dude, you're literally making me a sandwich for lunch because you said you could cook. It doesn't have to be fancy. It didn't even have to happen" Angela said, stepping closer to Y/n. She stood beside her at the stove and looked at the sandwich, it looked amazing already.

"It's almost done" Y/n looked at Angela before pressing down on the sandwich to fully cook the other side and make sure the cheese is melted.

Soon enough, Y/n checked the other side and turned the stove off once she saw the golden brown colour on the bread. She then plated it and gave it to Angela.

"Your lunch Madam" Y/n put on a terrible English accent and Angela laughed as she grabbed the plate.

"Aren't you going to have one? Because I can wait" Angela asked and Y/n smiled at the respectful nature of Angela when it came to this.

"I already made one this morning so let's go sit" Y/n replied, dropping the accent. She would go back and wash everything she used after being done with lunch.

They both walked out and sat in the seating area. Angela let it cool off while Y/n opened her lunch bag, pulling out a sandwich cut into triangles.

They both took a bite at the same time. Flavour bursted in Angela's mouth and she made a noise in surprise. Y/n watched her and gauged her reaction to be positive. Angela took another bite as Amanda and Courtney sat at their table.

"Hey guys. What did you make?" Amanda asked, sitting down with a salad.

"I made a grilled cheese for her" Y/n replied and Courtney's eyebrows rose.

"Oh! Is Y/n's cooking skills as good as she says?" Courtney asked Angela. The brunette hadn't said anything yet but she looked up at them, a closed smile on her face. She nodded enthusiastically and Y/n blushed.

"Now I'm wishing I didn't get a salad" Amanda joked, winking at Y/n, Y/n and Courtney laughed.

"Honestly that sandwich smells really good. And I'm not usually a sandwich girlie" Courtney said, patting Y/n on the back softly.

"Thank you thank you. They're my specialty" Y/n flipped her hair jokingly as Angela finished off the sandwich.

"Good?" Y/n asked.

"So good. Holy shit Y/n, why did you hide this skill from us?" Angela asked and Y/n chuckled.

"Well I didn't hide it per se. I just never brought it up" Y/n smiled cheekily.

[reddy-reads]

Book shelf clean out: young wizards

I loved this series! I don't know where my copy of the 1st book went but the others are on their way to the library bookstore, and I hope they find a new home there

It was hard to say bye to these books (but I plan to get the new millennium editions in ebook soon... and i need the space). I read them when I was in high school and college.

They're really excellent, set in Our World (not fantasy whatever land). They remind me in some ways of Terry Pratchett's work--not the setting or voice, but in the underlying ethos of the work. Although the characters go through difficult things (big warning for A Wizard's Dilemma), the world overall feels... kind?

More things to love about this series

Hispanic & queer representation, if you pay attention. In other, more recently-written series, these aspects of the characters might have been played up. In this series, those aspects are still present but more subtly. I actually like this because it's more fitting with my experience of the world. It also serves the story itself better and allows the characters' choices and actions to be the focus of the story.

Even in the case of the antagonists, the characters are... They extend civility and understanding to the antagonists, but they don't veer into "all-forgiving hero" territory. The story doesn't get into really black-and-white good-and-evil morality, but it isn't that tiresome "everyone sucks enjoy your undifferentiated grey." The heroes are heroic because of how they choose to treat others.

I love it when stories say "the way you treat others does matter." Kindness is repaid with kindness.

The styles of magic are cool too! I think many people have read "this character has a connection with plants and growing things" magic before. One of the other characters has a connection with mechanical and technical things! There's a scene in one of the books where he communes with, I think it's an airplane? And he can feel its eagerness to be flying, its fierce joy in speed and movement. I think that's lovely.

There are some good jokes in there, like the pig!

If you love space and astronomy, you'll probably like this series :) Especially the later books.

If you like alien cultures (and more traditional fantasy other-cultures) you'll probably like this seriies

Overall I just really enjoy these books and recommend them okay byeeee

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MY OCS BACKSTORY AND JUST INFO DUMP ON HIMM!!

Feel free to send me anything i can add!!

My oc:

Art by the wonderful @lefthandedspaghetti !! Joon you're so talented.

Info on him:

Name: Dr. Sydney Forrest.

Full name: Sydney Will-Knox Forrest-Gösta

Age: 24

Nationality/ethnicity: born in England, raised in the us. British, swedish and french.

Accent: british with a hint of french, he cant say certain words.

Languages: english, swedish and french

Gender: male, cis

Sexuality: questioning gay

Hair colour: light, light blonde

Eye colour(s): green & brown

Hair type: short, fluffy, not styled/messy.

Physicality: quite skinny, around 5'9", always on his tip toes so probably 5'5", flamboyant look.

Personality type: INTP

Personality: awkward, intoverted, oddly polite to strangers, sarcastic, caring, sympathetic - cant do empathy.

Disorders/conditions: depression, ptsd, slight autism, svt (supraventricular tachycardia), horrid anxiety. He also have chronic backpain and once in a while borrows houses vicodin, but usually just has wilson massage it (i have chronic backpain and used to have svt.. 😁).

Voice claim!!

Voice: (Steven Patrick) Morrissey. (This but with a hint of french, but oretty accurate.)

Backstory: tw; sui, sh, @buse

Syd was born on the 2nd of june to his parents, Delilah Gösta and William Forrest. Deliah was a banker, and William was a doctor, a very good one at that. Syd didn't get much attention when little, no hugs, no pet names - no normal kid things. He was mainly left to his own devices. He got a proper education, but got bullied a lot for his looks and unusual placement at home. He isn't very confident at all, being extremely shy as his self esteem is very low. At the age of 9, his mum had left for another guy. William was broken, so he quit his job and started to drink, quickly becoming abusive. Syd couldn't deal with it, so he turned to sh and attempts. Non of them worked. At 14, he was placed in hospitalization because of one of the attempts, wilson being his doctor. Wilson noticed how awful his life was, and actually fostered Syd for a year until Syd managed to get into hopkins, getting a dorm at 15. He graduated at 18, started working at ppth and formed a good relationship with house, as well as wilson. Syd told house all about william, them having flings in college. Syd became cardio head at 20, even house is impressed. He sees wilson as a father.

Random facts/hcs!:

He ships house and wilson so much hes actually managed to make them kiss.

House taught him how to play piano.

Hes never had a love interest, but tends to swoon over random strangers.

He enjoys petnames and being held, in a platonic way, probably from childhood issues.

He has pictues of his dad and house from their college days.

His hair is extremely soft, people love touching it, and he loves people touching it (by people i mean house and wilson.)

He has a comfort object !! Its a rose gold stethoscope*

He absolutely sucks ass at saying tounge twisters because of his fucked accent.

He really enjoys cracking his knuckles, annoys the hell out of everyone.

Hes got a wonderful singing voice.

He collects really pretty rocks.

He steals wilsons clothes all the time, literally every time he vists.

Hes basically blind without the glasses.

Hes always on his tiptoes (same, i had casts for 6months when i was like 7 [didn't do anything])

* the stethoscope 🩺 ‼️

He has a dog!!

His name is Sawyer and is basically just a dog version of himself, why he loves him so much

(Not my photo)

Tagging! @sillyhyperfixator