#or just friendsies take your pick

[puddinginthemix]

All I want is for it to be canon that Toshinori and Present Mic sing a loud duet of "Go West" by the Pet Shop Boys in the front seat of a car while Aizawa cringes in the back, is that so much to ask?

[stuck-onapuzzle]

Nothing's Gonna Hurt You, Baby (Michael Langdon x Reader)

Hey soooooo part 3 of I'm Not Sentimental is in fact on its way it's done it just needs a tad bit of editing. In the meantime, here's this. I love this concept and my friendsies @bridgeonino and @ohmyfalsegod13 edited this and they both like it...well...Reese didn't but he doesn't like outpost Michael so whatever. Anyways enjoy!! <3

Summary: You share a sweet moment with Michael while your song plays.

Warnings: Fluff very fluffy, nudity

Word Count: 1k

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The day you had with your lover, Michael, was magical. He took you out shopping all around town, going from store to store. He tried to pay for everything you wanted. Obviously, you declined, but he insisted. After shopping, he took you to your favorite restaurant for dinner. It was to make up for all of the time lost recently. With the cooperative, everything had been pretty busy. When you got home, you put all of your bags in your shared bedroom. You changed into shorts and one of his sweaters that just skims the skin on your thighs. You came out of the room to see him with his hair pulled back and his shirt slightly unbuttoned at the top. He looked so beautiful, so perfect.

You went over to the record player that was in the corner of the room and put on I. by Cigarettes After Sex. This record had your song on it. The one you always slow danced to when it came on. The soft bass guitar began to play over the speakers which made his head perk up.

He stood up and walked over to you. He put his arms around your waist, and you put yours around his shoulders. Your heads met and he started humming along to the lyrics.

Whispered something in your ear.

You opened your eyes to look at the beautiful man in front of you. You noticed the way his lips moved in time with the music, the way the pieces of hair framing his face swayed with the two of you. He pulled back and pulled you into his chest. His hand went to your hair and ran his fingers through the knots.

It was a perverted thing to say.

You breathed deeply to smell his cologne, it smells like home to you.

But I said it anyway,

Made you smile and look away

“I love you.” He says just above a whisper. You look up at him and gently kiss his lips. It’s the kind of kiss that lingers for days.

“I love you too,” You brush some hair out of his face, “My pretty boy.” You whisper so low, you can’t tell if he can hear you. The slight blush that crosses his face gives you your answer though.

Nothing’s gonna hurt you, baby.

As long as you’re with me you’ll be just fine.

You felt so safe when you were around Michael. He gave off this confident aura when he was around other people, but you cracked that aura.

Nothing’s gonna hurt you, baby.

Nothing’s gonna take you from my side.

He trusted you with his life, as you did with him. He’s never felt so connected with anyone. He never had any friends growing up, he was too focused on getting through life and doing what his father intended. You had walked into his life when he was at an all-time low. His mother figure was just killed by his mortal enemies and he needed a support system. You were that support system.

When we dance in my living room.

To that silly 90’s R&B.

Michael’s hand that had previously been caressing your hair moves down your head and to your chin. He picks your head up and kisses you passionately. You bring your arms up to sit around his neck and kiss him back.

When we have a drink or three.

Always ends in a hazy shower scene.

He pulls away for a moment as the lyrics to the song give him an idea. He leans down to press his lips to yours again. As your mouths slowly work against each other, he brings his hands down to your thighs and, in one fluid motion, picks you up so your legs are winded around his waist. He holds you there for a moment before walking down the hallway and into your bathroom, leaving the record going.

Nothing’s gonna hurt you, baby.

As long as you’re with me you’ll be just fine.

You know where this is going when he brings you into the bathroom and sets you down on the cold counter.

Nothing’s gonna hurt you, baby.

Nothing’s gonna take you from my side.

He moves briskly over to the shower where he turns on the water. He adjusts it so that it is just hot enough for both of you. He moves back over to you and gawks at you for a moment, completely dumbfounded. He loves the way your beautifully blissed-out face looks in the soft lighting of the bathroom.

“Up.” He says lowly, instructing you to lift your arms. You do as you’re told, and he brings your sweater up over your head.

And we laugh into the microphone and sing.

With our sunglasses on, to our favorite songs.

He moves down to your waist and gestures for you to move your hips off the counter, which you comply with. He pulls down your shorts and underwear. He begins to take his clothes off as well when you stop him.

And we laugh into the microphone and sing.

With our sunglasses on, to our favorite songs.

You slowly unbutton his shirt for him, admiring his beautiful body as you do so. After you fully take his shirt off, you move down to his jeans, slowly unbuttoning the button and unzipping them, pushing them down his legs along with his boxers. He kicks the discarded clothes aside and takes you off the counter.

Nothing’s gonna hurt you, baby.

He helps you off of the counter before leading you over to the shower door. You put your hand under the water, testing the temperature. When you find it to your liking, you step in, taking Michael’s hands in yours and bringing him in with you. As you both stand in the running water, you admire each other. You admire every feature on his face and his body. It’s the small moments like these that you both cherish the most. The ones where you know you’ll miss it in the future. These moments with your boy.

Nothing’s gonna take you from my side.

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CUTESIE yeah I loved this idea

[asameera]

8 for the Oddworld ask game!

Okay let's play! 😁

Q: Which is your favourite level/cutscene?

...woa, that's a tough question! Not sure if I can answer accurately, I really need to think. For now I'll just take my fav moment from every game, then I'll try to decide at the end 😅

Abe's Oddysee: the barrel cutscene. Short but I really like the contrast between the cartoonish humor and the horror of the situation (falling into a barrel of freshly sliced meat, barely escaping the Sligs' attention). My fav level is Rupturfarms (escaping it).

Abe's Exoddus: I adore all the MOM bulletins with the Newcaster Slig. My favorite might be the one with 'Uncle Aslik'. His vicious hypocritical behaviour is cracking me up everytime! My fav level is Slig Barracks (the music... the music!💖).

Munch's Oddysee: The Humfrey/Irwin cutscene 👌 I used to perform this scene IRL with my brother all the time when we were kids. 'HUMFREY!"🤣 Such good memories! My fav level is Fuzzle Test (love the music too, it matches Munch's bouncy pace perfectly ^^)

Stranger's Wrath: The intro cutscene. Stranger is so badass! And the music is awesome! And the living ammo! And the Western world! The ambiance sending chills through my core! And and and... Awesome. Can't say what my fav level is though.

New n Tasty: I have no fav level/cutscene for this game. I liked it but it didn't move me (I still shall give it another chance in the future).

Soulstorm: ... the whole game has BEAUTIFUL cutscenes, I was in total awe at each of them. Plus it made me feel emotions I haven't felt with a game for a very long time. I laughed at the Slig Chauffeur/Molluck duo, I ached at Abe's distress in the Sanctuary. Everytime I pick a scene, another one overlays it. But...

SPOILERS!!!!

But... yep. My fav Soulstorm cutscene and Oddworld cutscene is Soulstorm good ending. Mostly for Slig Chauffeur standing for himself and his (new) friendsies. He's the proof that Sligs can be more than brainless soldiers, showing intelligence (who would have thought he would have the balls to bargain MOLLUCK of all Glukkons, at the bestest possible moment for him?) and glimpses of consideration and emotion (the pride of getting what he was aiming at, the fear of that freaky Abe guy...)

Yeah, I'll stick with that one. Sorry for the long answer, I really had to gather my thoughts 😅

[harrystylescherry]

Early Morning Glory (Harry FanFic) Chapter Eight

banner by hsogolden

What it is: a slow burn, friends to lovers, harry au where he’s just starting out and it takes place in NYC.

In this chapter: friendship and some touchy-feely flirting !!

Word count: 2.9k

In case you missed it: SERIES MASTERLIST

MASTERLIST

Wattpad Link: tumblr will never be FULLY caught up because I’m still uploading a new chapter to Wattpad every week so if you want to binge the whole thing so far, click that link

here we go:

three best friends

I sat at my kitchen counter with Harry’s cellphone sitting next to me. I’d been sitting there for a good ten minutes just staring at it. After I realized that this was nut case behavior, I got up and roamed over to my coffee pot and made myself my third cup that morning.

While I waited for it to brew I looked at the phone again.

I still couldn’t believe he never came back last night. I waited and waited for him; every time the bell of the door rang I called out his name but it was only ever insomniacs looking for a place to relax.

I picked up my phone and called my best friend, “Hey, Luce.”

“Yo.”

“So I have a question.”

“…Okay.”

“It’s about a situation involving Harry.”

“Oh, your new best friend?”

“Lucy.”

“What happened?”

“He left his phone at Crimson with me last night because he was supposed to come back after he walked this girl home because it was 3am but he never came back and now I have his phone.”

“Where’s the question?”

“He never came back. What does that mean?”

“He probably fucked her.”

“Oh my god, Lucy.”

“How does that make you feel? That he probably fucked her.” There wasn’t a hint of amusement in her voice.

“It makes me feel nothing? We’re just friends, Lucy. I’m just worried that something bad happened to him.”

“Or he fucked her.”

“Would you stop saying that?!”

“Why?” I could sense her smile, “Does it bother you?”

“No,” I was lying, “it doesn’t bother me. I just don’t like the picture of Harry getting down and dirty with someone in my head.”

“You don’t want to picture Harry getting down and dirty with anyone other than you.”

“Holy shit. I’m hanging up.” I pressed the ‘end call’ button on my phone and put it on the counter next to his.

Truthfully, Harry never coming back did bother me. Partly because I was worried something actually had happened to him. New York, at times, could be a fucked up place—people went missing all the time, or got jumped, or fell onto subway tracks. There was another part of me (a very small part) that was bothered by the idea of him sleeping with her.

I picked up his phone again and swiped to unlock it, but he had a password. I restrained myself from guessing because that would ultimately lead to me disabling it. I put it down again and walked over to my door when I heard a loud knock.

I opened it to see a smiling Harry.

“Hey, Auden.”

“Hey, what’s up?”

“I came to apologize.”

“For what?”

“Well, before we get into all that can I come in?” I hadn’t realized I was still standing in front on the doorway until then. I stepped aside and he walked in, taking a seat on my couch. “Okay, so I didn’t come back last night—”

“I know.”

“And I’m sorry. That was really shitty of me. You’re my friend and I ditched you.” His eyes were sympathetic.

“It’s really okay, no worries. I had weirdos to keep me company for the rest of the night.” I shrugged.

“Auden, you’re making me feel bad.”

I put my hands up in surrender, “I promise you I’m not trying to make you feel bad. Also, your phone’s on the counter.” He thanked me and went over to grab it. “So what happened last night? Why didn’t you end up coming back?”

“The girl, Katherine, invited me in for a drink.” He started but I cut in.

“Ooooh, for a drink.”

“Not like that.” He laughed, “We had juice, apple actually.” I gave him a look. “Anyway, we just sat on her couch and talked and I didn’t realize how late it was getting and then three hours passed. When I left, I was so tired and I was afraid that you were going to be mad at me for ditching you when I said I would be right back so I went home. Again, really sorry about that.”

I walked over to him and grabbed the coffee I forgot about, “ It’s really fine.”

“So do you want to hangout today?” He grabbed my coffee from me and took a sip.

“I’ll hangout, but we’re not leaving this apartment. I have shit to do and I’m tired but you’re more than welcome to stay.” He nodded his head ‘yes' and took my coffee with him on the couch.

“What kind of stuff do you have to do?” I held up my laptop towards him and pointed to the word document on it. “Ohhhh, you’re writing. I won’t bother you. Just hand me the remote?” I tossed it to him before sitting on the floor in front of the couch. He lifted one of his long legs over my head and sat so that his legs were on either side of me. He ruffled my hair and leaned back before turning on some old movie.

He pulled my hair out of its bun and started running his fingers through it. “You have great hair.” His finger got caught on a knot, “It’d probably be even greater if you brushed it from time to time.”

“I think I’m going to cut it off.” I had been toying with the idea of chopping my long hair off so it reached just under my collarbone. The only reason I hadn’t done it yet was because I was afraid I was going to hate it and have some sort of existential crisis.

“You’re not cutting it off.” He said matter-of-factly.

I made a face, “Oh, I’m not? Says who?”

“Me.”

I grabbed a pillow that was resting at my feet and flung it at him behind me. “Oh, shut up. I probably won’t cut it, I’m too scared.”

He sighed, “I guess I’ll add that to the list.”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

Despite my asking him to repeat himself, I knew exactly what he meant when he said that. Ever since I told him that I didn’t date, he’d been pestering me about it, just like Lucy and my brother. Now, any time I mentioned feeling scared about something he made that ‘add to the list’ comment, which was a rather dick thing to do.

The comments didn’t just bother me because they were dicky, they bothered me because I genuinely didn’t understand why he cared so much. Lucy and my brother cared but they rarely made super passive aggressive, asshole comments about it. We weren't dating, we weren't having sex, therefore, it was none of his business—regardless of how close we were. Lucy was my best friend and even she didn't act like that. She was accepting of the fact that it was the way I was; she just teased me about it all the time. The teasing was fine, I did it to her all the time but Harry seemed like he had a serious problem with it.

Afraid of saying something I shouldn’t and starting a fight, I stayed silent.

For a few moments the atmosphere was uncomfortable and unfamiliar and then he spoke, “What’s this?” He picked up the folder on my coffee table.

“It’s for my workshop.”

“Your workshop? It’s summer.”

I rolled my eyes, “I know that, but my school offers a summer session and it’s just one poetry workshop. It’s kind of fun.”

“I thought you wanted to write books.”

I nodded, “But I also like poetry and suck at writing it so I figured might as well get some credits and learn something.”

“Katherine’s like that.”

My brows lifted, “Oh? Really?”

“Yeah, she’s into sociology. She said she’s always looking to learn something.”

“Interesting.” I deadpanned.

“Are you okay?” He brushed the hair off the nape of my neck.

I grabbed my mug and stood up, “I’m fine. I’m just going to get more coffee.”

“Why? The cup is still halfway full.”

“Yeah, but it’s cold and I drink my coffee either iced or hot but never cold.” I scratched my head, “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

On my way to the kitchen, my phone began to ring with a call from Lucy.

“I’m sorry for being a bitch. Can I come over?”

“Stop, you weren’t being a bitch. I shouldn’t have hung up on you like that. Yes, you can come over, but Harry is here too if that’s okay.”

“You’re telling me I finally get to meet your god? The Harry?” There was fake awe in her voice.

“Why are you like this.” I said it as a statement, rather than a question, not needing an answer.

“I’m coming right now.”

After she hung up I made more coffee and tried to figure out what was wrong with me. The Katherine girl seemed nice and Harry obviously liked her enough where he remembered details about her. I shouldn’t have been that annoyed.

Harry called my name from the couch and I walked back to him. “Do you mind if Lucy comes over?”

“That’s that girl you’re friends with right?” He was reading the document on my computer.

“Best friend, actually, and stop reading that. It’s private.”

“How do you ever plan on being published if you call all your writing ‘private’?” He grabbed my arm and pulled me down next to him.

“I mean, this one’s not edited, it’s not even done! I still have a long way to go and it’s going to change. It’s private until it’s perfect.”

“Well, I read the first few pages and I can already tell it’s really good. You’re amazing.” He kissed the top of my forehead and then grabbed the remote off the table.

He turned on some random, low-budget movie while I got back to writing.

We did this often; each of us did our own thing but in each other’s company. Sometimes we both wrote, he’s brought a guitar once or twice, maybe he’d read or watch tv, but I was usually writing. When I told Lucy about this, all she had to say was, “You two spend time together like a couple.”  

A few minutes later, while I was deep into a fight scene between the friends in my story, there were loud knocks on the door. “Open up, you fuckers.”

Harry looked at me with a smile on his face, “I guess that’s her.”

“Yup.” I nodded and got up to open the door. “Didn’t I give you a key?”

“You did, but remember that one incident we had?” I looked at the ground. “Exactly. So now I don’t use it unless necessary.”

“What incident?” Harry got up and walked towards us.

“Nothing!” I quickly said at the same time Lucy said, “I walked in on her and a guy.”

I put my head in my hands and my cheeks turned red in embarrassment.

Harry rolled his eyes, “Oh, with Luke.”

Lucy shook her head, “No, it was before Luke but after she broke up with Tyler.” She thought for a second, “Oh! It was Brian!”

I wanted to die. “Lucy, oh my god, you make me sound like such a slut.” I started walking to the kitchen.

“Well…” She trailed off and I shot her a look.

“Do you really want me to tell the tale of your sex life?” I turned around and pointed a finger at her.

“I’m shutting up now.” She said as she followed me.

Harry just stood there with a look of bewilderment on his face.

Once he met us in the kitchen, Lucy and I were in the middle of prepping to make cookies. We baked every single time she came over, we weren’t sure why, other than it relaxed us and had become an unspoken ritual.

“What’s wrong?” Lucy asked him. “Oh, I’m Lucy by the way. We haven’t officially met but you’re all Auden talks about.” She reached out her hand for him to shake it.

“He is not!”

Harry laughed, “So then I guess you know I’m Harry.” Lucy nodded.

“You seemed a little shocked, you know, about how active Auden’s sex life was.” She narrowed her eyes at him and I shoved her.

“Oh, my God, Lucy, don’t do this now.” I turned my attention to Harry, “Don’t say anything, she will eat you alive no matter what you say.”

Lucy calmly put down the roll of cookie dough, “What’s wrong with Auden having a lot of sex? Is it because she’s a girl who has a lot of sex that you have a problem with? I seriously don’t get you guys, like, really. You guys can go and have all the sex you want and you're considered a player or a cool guy or some other stupid shit like that but then when we want to try to do it we’re considered desperate and pathetic and whores. I mean seriously, it’s the fucking twenty-first century. Let a girl get some dick without jumping down her throat!” She did this often. Over the years, we’ve had several problems with guys calling me several names. Sometimes they were guys I was with who found out there were others, and sometimes they were complete strangers. Her defense of my sex life had become routine at this point.

Lucy’s parents blossomed during the ‘free love’ era. Her mom has had sex with both women and men and was always really open about it with her and Luce ended up being the same way. She doesn’t discriminate. She doesn’t believe in labeling sexuality or labeling others based on their sexuality—it’s just the way she was raised—and I loved her for that.

Harry just stood there, his mouth agape, “I didn’t even say anything! I would never think anything like that. If anything, I agree with you! I take no issue with Auden’s sex life. She can do whatever she wants, that’s her business. I was more, you know, surprised by your entrance.”

Lucy walked over and tried to reach high enough to put her arm around him, “You’ll fit right in.” He looked at her like she was a complete psycho but came over to the counter and grabbed a roll of cookie dough.

A few minutes passed while we unloaded the remade dough onto trays, “Oh,” Lucy broke the silence, “I’ve been waiting to ask this—“

I closed my eyes, knowing exactly what was coming, “No.”

  “So, Harry,” she started, “are you a lover or a fucker?”

I put my head in my hands, “Oh my god. You are killing me.” She had been asking me this over and over for the past two weeks. She’s concocted this whole theory that Harry was the romantic type, but not in the way that the others were. He would accept me for who I am, but slowly change me and turn me into a relationship kind of girl. It was a complete fairy tale, and she was about to embarrass both me and Harry.

Harry stared at her. “Do you mean like…” he trailed off.

“Yes, exactly. Are you a relationship guy or do you like to slut it up?” Lucy’s face went serious, “Not that there’s anything wrong with slut-ing it up. I have no place to judge, my legs pretty much open for anyone with a nice smile and a fridge full of food.”

A laugh left my lips, “She’s not wrong.” Lucy nodded in agreement.

“Uh,” he stammered, “I think a relationship guy.”

“You think?” Lucy prodded.

“Well, there’s only been two times where there was only sex involved and I don’t even think one of them counts because it was when I lost my virginity and the girl moved away the day after— so I guess relationships.”

“I knew it.” She turned and gripped onto my shoulders, “This is perfect.”

Despite a few bumpy moments, the two of them got on really well. Thankfully, Harry thought Lucy’s eccentricities were funny and didn’t really seem to mind her constant prying much. He had sent me a text while the three of us were in my living room watching King of Queens reruns letting me know that he liked her. It’s always scary when two of your best friends meet; it either goes really well or really bad. Lucy was a lot, and a lot of my other friends didn’t appreciate her as much as I did. A lot of guys I was with didn’t like her at all—she had a lot of opinions about each of them and was never afraid to let them know what they were. I knew that if Harry survived the whole night with her and still called me to hangout the next day, he would be a keeper.

Harry seemed like a perfect fit. Mostly because he could keep up; he had the wit and the sarcasm so many others lacked—and he could laugh at himself, an extremely rare trait.

Lucy pretty much fell in love when she noticed the pink and green paint chipping on his nails. She managed to talk him into letting us repaint them black because she said it was edgier, despite Harry arguing that he didn’t care much about being edgy.

I looked between Harry and Lucy, both talking over the other with smiles on their faces about the superior flavor of ice cream while Lucy dipped the small brush in and out of the polish bottle.

“It’s cookies and cream!” I chimed in.

[imababblekat]

Imagine Yandereplier’s Reaction To You Thinking He’s Joking When He Ask You Out

(A/N: oof! Haven’t heard Yandereplier in yeeeears! notreallybutitfeelslikeforeversueme)

~

Yan felt his heart drop, just like the smile that was once on your lovely face before he’d ask you the intimate question. Would you like to go out with me? This question was so universal that it should have been so simple to say or to reply to, but it wasn’t. It took Yan several months of courage building, and other more gruesome methods, before he even thought about approaching you at your locker. When he did though, he felt his stomach flutter with nervousness and giddy excitement, all of which had been smashed to the ground by the horrified expression on your face after he’d asked.

To the dark-haired boy, your body language gave off the implications that you had absolutely no romantic desires, and felt very negatively towards him. To you, however, you thought this was a joke. It wouldn’t be the first time, so who could blame you for the anxious beating of you heart the moment the words fell from his lips. It really was a shame too, because Yan never seemed like the type of guy to do something like that, or to you at least. He was always kind with you, albeit kind of shy every now and then, but nonetheless kind. Every time you’d have a friendly chat, he always seemed so interested in what you had to say, and never once made you feel bad about being so excited to talk about your interest. Not too mention he was very generous as well. If you needed help with some homework, Yan was always your go to study buddy. He’d take time from his busy schedule, and while he never told you what it was he did, it never really mattered because he’d stop it to come help you out. Other than being ready to lend a hand, Yan also assisted in letting you borrow pencils, pens, paper, any school supplies and sometimes even other things like a new movie release or video game.

Overall, Yan was a really great guy and an even better friend, which just made this whole situation even more gut wrenching for you. Shoulders stiffening, and brows down turned into a scowl, you turned back to your locker to slam it shut.

“You’re horrible you know that, Yan? I thought you were my friend, but friends don’t ask something so serious to get a few good chuckles.”

Yan’s brows knitted in confusion at the genuine hurt in your voice. What did you mean by a few good chuckles? Did you think he was trying to toy with you? He’d never do that, and just the thought itself made him feel disgusted to his core. He was shocked by what you had said, this whole time expecting you to call him a creep and say you’d never go out with him in a very deep seeding way, but this, this was something he’d ever expected.

Snapping from his thinking at the sounds of your retreating footsteps to class, Yan quickly ran to catch up with you.

“(y,n) wait! I wasn’t-“

“-Wasn’t what Yan? Wasn’t being serious? Yeah, I know! I know because you wouldn’t be the first one to ask me out on a dare. I know, because you wouldn’t be the first to get all cozy and friendsy with me to make this whole thing even funnier.”, you sharply turned around, tears pricking at your eyes, and tone dripping with pain and spite.

Swallowing thickly, a single tear escaped you, a single digit jabbing Yan in the chest.

“You’re a little too late to the party, Yan. I picked up the signs six people ago.”

You went to leave with hope that there would still be enough time in the passing period to wipe your face in the bathroom before the next class, but a warm, calloused hand grasped your smaller one the second it started to drift away. Looking back and ready to fight another round, your piercing gaze was caught by Yans soft, and very hurt one. You felt your body slack and glare slowly fade in your own confusion.

The ego was silent for a few moments, eyes drifting to the schools white flooring. Breathing out a sigh, he looked back up to your eyes with an expression of utter sadness, but at the same time admiration.

“I would never joke about anything concerning you, especially something as serious as asking you out. The thought alone makes me feel sick to my stomach, and knowing that you’ve been hurt by some jerk offs in such a way makes my blood boil!”, Yan’s teeth gritted together in rage, and for a moment the grip on your hand almost tightened painfully, but just as quickly relaxed as he went on.

“(y,n), I. . .it’s probably a bit early to say this, but I love you and I mean that with every fiber of my being. You’re truly an amazing person, and I’d be a fool to not have fallen for you during our friendship. I know that what I feel for you is real. Everyday I wake up, excited and ready to go to school just to see you, and whenever I’m in any proximity to you I feel my heart pound and my head gets dizzy, because, well because all it can think of is you. All I can think of is you! And while I’m ecstatic that we’re friends, it pains me to no end that we’re not something more.”

Your gaze fell to Yan’s hands, both of which were now holding yours, every word and every emotion with it sinking into you. You’ve had people do this, run up to you after jokingly asking you out with declarations of love and being serious only for them to pull out a camera the moment you’d start to think that maybe you over reacted. Yet, something about Yan and the emotions that poured from his own declaration were much more different. They sunk into you, made your stomach feel light and cheeks warm with the disbelief that you could make someone feel that way. Make them pine and just so infatuated with you that it was almost like you were some kind of obsession. Yan’s confession made your heart beat, not in anticipation to be made fun of, but of a fluttering, hopeful warmth.

Yan could see that his words had some effect on you, recognizing that thoughtful look of yours he’d come to find very much adorable, but he could also recognize the glint of hesitation your eyes. Feeling his intent, yet concerned stare, you slowly looked back up to him.

“How can I be sure?”, you mumbled, practically a whisper.

Yan walked forward, his hands sliding up your arms as he etched closer.

“Go out with me. One date, one date that’s all, and you can decide from there.”, he professed, though he might not have meant the last part whole heartedly.

You mulled his suggestion over before nodding and closing the distance between you both in a hug he was more than happy to take. Yan couldn’t help but to hold you tighter once he fully felt you against him; his heart and soul dancing on cloud nine in complete bliss at finally having you, and his mind plotting in a disturbing darkness of what hell he’d unleash on those who made you forever hurt.

~xXx~

[chraneness]

Character Creation Tag

OMG I’m so sorry this took me so long, but I swear I didn’t forget! I meant to do this days ago, but here it is anyways!

I got tagged by @the-violet-writer who has become so close to my heart in such a short amount of time! I love you fam!

I did this for a character I have written very little about lately, but he has a place in my heart, and I wanted to feature him in something.

His name is Felix.

1. What was the first element of you OC that you remember considering (name, appearance, backstory, etc.?)

I first considered his environment. He needed to be cool minded to be able to deal with the hell he lives in, and he needed to be calmer than his brother.

2. Did you design them with any other characters/OC’s form their universe in mind?

Yup, his brother, Dennis, they needed to be able to get along and keep each other in check.

3. How did you choose their name?

Umm…I know in latin Felix means lucky, but thats all I really knew when I picked the name, at first, I just needed something to call him, and it kind of stuck.

4. In developing their backstory, what elements of the world they live in. Played the most influential parts?

The most important part was that he hated Dennis when he was alive, and Dennis killed him, other than that, I don’t really know the specifics. Family rejection, drug use, discrimination, I know they happened to him, but I just don't know when.

5. Is there any significance behind their hair color?

It is a light sandy brown, and I love it SOO much. That’s about the only significance of it, but it’s completely adorable!

6. Is there any significance behind their eye color?

Again, I just kind of had to pick one, but his eyes are brown, to match his hair. There isn’t a real reason for it, that’s just what he looks like, I don’t think I really had a choice in the matter 🤣😜

7. Is there any significance behind their height?

I’m not exactly sure how tall he is, but he isn’t all that tall. He is a couple inches shorter than Dennis, but Dennis is tall dark and handsome.

8. What (if anything) do you relate to within their character/story?

I relate to the fact that he tends to blend into the background. Dennis is where everyone’s attention is, so Felix just has to sit there and watch Dennis in the spotlight.

9. Are they based off of you in some way?

Umm…not really, he is independent of me, but if I could, I would make him my best friend!

10. Did you know what the OC’s sexuality would be at the time of their creation?

Not really, I thought he was just straight and fooled around on the side, but about a day after his creation, I found out he was gay, and later he got a boyfriend. He is my little piece of chocolate cake with his boyfriend. I love them so much!

11. What have you found to be the most difficult about creating art for your OC (any form of art: Writing, drawing, edits, etc.)?

The most difficult would probably be proper descriptions of him, I want people to see the adorable cinnamon roll I do! But it is so hard to describe him to others. Im working on it though!

12. How far past the canon events that take place in their world have you extended their story, if at all?

Umm…mostly his boyfriend I think, no major events go past his story. (Also, it’s unclear where his strip will end, so it’s hard to say.

13. If you had to narrow it down to 2 things that you MUST keep in mind while working with your OC, what would those things be?

His inner depression, and his self control. He has to hide being gay from his brother for fear of being shot (long story), so he is always depressed about not being able to love, but as a result, his self control is AMAZING. Which is why he always appears cool and level headed about everything.

14. What is something about your OC that can make you laugh?

His dry sense of humor. He is always level headed and cool, so he has this dry “fuck you all” sense of humor that I SO love.

15. What is something about your OC that can make you cry?

The fact that he has to hide from everyone. When I am writing his state of depression, or even rereading something a wrote earlier, I can just FEEL how sad he is. Its awful.

16. Is there some element you regret adding to your OC or their story?

Umm…I don’t think I regret anything. I love him and he hates me, (but thinks I’m slightly redeemable because I gave him a boyfriend) and he s the most adorable little cinnamon roll!

17. What is the most recent thing you’ve discover about your OC?

That his favorite food is chocolate cake!

18. What is your favorite fact about your OC?

Besides his fighting skills and sexuality, I LOVE how into wine he is. He has his favorite brands, years, and kinds, I can’t keep track of it all, but it’s such a cool little quirk for him to have.

Tagging some more friendsies!

@jaycewriteslikealot @timelessziowl167 @gayingharderthaniveevergayed

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martin/adaline

i kind of have this headcanon that like, basically martin has been spending every moment past last summer trying to help adaline? because he knows there’s nothing that can bring their child back, but he wants to support her in any way he can. like idk, you know i’m a total sucker for the people who have been best friends for all eternity tbh, so i kind of imagined they’d at least been friends since the beginning of high school for her? like okay idk if they do this at your school, but in america some schools assign like an older student to show you around campus when you get there, and i had this headcanon that martin was assigned to adaline, and they kind of hit it off really quickly? like he’s super friendly and kind, so he invited her to a party that night (and ended up kissing her by the end of the night, what a champ :*) and then he took her on a proper date soon after, whiiiich led to them dating for forever now.

and like, they’ve been through everything together, really. and they’re incredibly supportive of each other, and the thing that’s absolutely killing martin, is that this is something he can’t fix :( like, he knows it’s going to take time and he wants to help kshdksah so i don’t think he’s pressured her for anything sexually, and he brings her tea in the mornings because she prefers that and he always is there supporting her at her dancing things. basically, they’re distant but they’re starting to get better, because while they’re both CLEARLY still grieving, she’s starting to get interested in more than just dancing again and they’re having their familiar banter and are kissing :$ and they’ve started fooling around again, and it’s better? like not 100% again but getting there

edmund/malena

so, i sort of think edmund and malena grew up together? like they both come from the same city and things, and like. they were sort of the couple that everyone looked at and was like “fuck, they’ll end up together” sort of like nate & blair you know, except i think that edmund (UNLIKE NATE WHO IS A FUCKBOY) never really questioned it? like, she was as much his best friend as he is hers, so it was like ‘well, if i end up with malena, i’ll be happy’ because he will be and he knows that kshakdh

and i don’t think like, edmund’s a serial cheater or anything or that it was even like a ‘wow i really like eliana’ thing? like, i don’t want them to be a sideship so i think like.. it was something that didn’t really mean anything? like it obviously meant something bc friendsies but it was mostly probably just like malena had left for the summer and they’d been weird and he was drunk and lonely at some society thing and they ended up fucking because eliana is frisky always and he was hot and she might as well try it once ya know :o but afterwards, i think they both felt pretty shitty about it because like, they were all friends and they’d done this super shitty thing to malena who was in like france for the summer??

so i think edmund told malena when she came back from france, and obviously she was super mad and hurt :c and didn’t really trust him again for a while >:( but she forgave him because they were so close before??? and he’s her first love and i think he was kind of really sweet and didn’t get annoyed when she got jealous and there’s still some issues but these assholes are working it out

august/brooke

mm, so my idea for august and brooke is kind of hard to explain because i don’t have it 100% worked out?? but basically, august used to be the boy who experimented with everything?? drugs, sex, etc. and i think like, he tends to get addicted to things.. like not like drug addictions bc he wont let himself!! but like, hes’ incredibly addicted to brooke because he always wants to be around her, but i also think he’s guarded bc his mom cheated on his dad when he was younger, so he doesn’t trust women really? which probably lead to him being a bit of a womanizer before he ended up with brooke??

i think like, lowkey he was always attracted to brooke? because she’s hot and he’s known her forever, and i think he was always teasing her, trying to hit on her and convince her to get high w/ him and end up riding his cock ;) bc let’s face it, he likes high sex a loooooooot and she was always saying no, but last summer, i think like, she finally was like omg fine and they ended up hooking up at some party? and like he was totally like nah one time thing but then it happened and he realized how hot she really was and how good she was, so he made it a two time thing and then a three.. and then somehow he realized there were feelings??

and people obviously were like omg date you idiots but i think brooke probably didn’t think august really would want that??? bc obviously august didnt think that so she was always like lol no we’re just fucking!! but then he finally was like fuck and asked her on a date bc he realized you don’t keep a girl like brooke without putting in some fucking effort, but every once in a while this boy is an idiot and just disappears emotionally and i think it frustrates brooke a bit bc like, she has a lot of feelings for him and she knows he does too, but neither of them will fucking talk about it because theyRE STUPID AS FUCK even tho they’ve definitely said i love you, they just don’t say it all the time

eliana/matthias

basically, i have this idea that like eliana and matthias are both kind of dumb and don’t talk about their feelings?? like, they both fuck around with npcs a lot, and obviously eliana fucked edmund last summer and matthias definitely knows and gave her a lot of shit about it :c bc he’s rude even tho he’s probabyl a hypocrite bc he’s probably screwed someone who was taken

the biggest thing about both of them is that more or less, they both like to have control? especially eliana, because she’s obsessed with perfection and keeping up the perfect appearance wHICH MATTHIAS IS A LITTLE SHIT AND LIKES TO FUCK UP!! like, eliana has an eating disorder bc she’s so focused on being perfect at any cost and he knows that, and i think he does try to be supportive bc friendsies first :$ but in a lot of ways, he does want to kind of unravel her world a little bit c:

the one thing i am 100% certain about is like, i want them to have each other’s virginities?? because like, that’s both of their excuses for why they always end up back in the other’s bed when they don’t do repeats with anyone else? at least it’s eliana’s tbh?? bc i think like, when they were in high school, matthias more or less seduced eliana bc she was this perfect little princess who ran around in skirts and was always teasing everyone and he wanted a taste whoops and she went with it bc bad boy who was hot and like.. they had lil crushes that they wouldn’t admit to and still rly dont bc dUMB

everyone!!

so basically, the idea i was thinking of is that maybe perhaps we do move where this academy is located, and make it in manhattan?? because i do like the idea of them just being able to roam the city, and most of them are rich kids who are probably from the city - and the one exception (so far, unless you protest) is martin because i want the majority of them to have known each other for forever, really. like having grown up in similar social circles and ya know

out of the girls, i believe that eliana & adaline are the closest?? because i think like, one of the girls (maybe eliana) had their mom leave when they were pretty young, and the other had a dad who left too?? so their parents sort of ended up together, and it was when the girls were maybe four or five, so it was still to the point where they genuinely did grow up together? and i think like, when they have a secret, the other girl is the first one they turn to and talk to about it, because for them, they are truly sisters :$ so i think like, eliana knows about adaline’s miscarriage when basically no one else does and she’s really there for her with all of it, and the same goes for adaline knowing about eliana’s eating disorder :( like, it’s something she does her best to help because she’s talked to eliana about it enough to understand why she does it kshdkh

i sort of have the idea that brooke and malena are relatively close too? like i know that malena gravitates more towards brooke esp because of what happened with edmund/eliana because she doesn’t want to make adaline pick sides and i’m pretty sure that like she wants to punch eliana in the nose really because fuck her!! but i do think she gets along well with adaline, she’s just closer to brooke because they have more in common and ya know martin not liking edmund puts a damper on that bc no cute double dates rip

i don’t think martin particularly likes edmund? like, it’s sort of a early nate’s attitude towards dan scenario, where its just like who the fuck are u because here’s some guy who wasn’t a part of their circle growing up who’s somehow ended up in all of it and it’s just like k bye go away esp bc martin is very… moral and tends to get annoyed when the others do shit to people and like within the group it’s not rly a secret that edmund cheated on malena lIKE A FUCKBOY even tho i love edmund ill sit

obviously martin’s best friend is matthias? because in a way, they have very opposite temparaments and things?? like they’re very different, because martin is the responsible adult and matthias is a bit more ‘let’s go out and get drunk at a bar’ and having fun sort of guy, and martin is the one who more or less keeps him in check? like it’s very much the dynamic where they balance each other out, but at the end of the day, i think that they would do anything for each other??

i think august likes edmund?? like they’re probably pretty close out of all of the boys :) because like, yeah august doesn’t always agree with every decision edmund makes but he sort of is a bit of devil’s advocate and has defended him on enough occasions where it’s like ok i like u :* except not kissing bc they arent gay but u know!! like, i sort of envisioned august as being the sort to get into fights frequently because he’s a smartass and like edmund is a really good friend (in my mind pls) and he’s always there to kind of have his back and fight people off for him!!

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WIP Questions

I SWEAR I DIDNT FORGET! This took me a fucking long time to do and I SOO apologize.

@so-this-is-what-hell-feels-like tagged me with these questions about my latest WIP.

I ended up doing an oldy but a goody!

It has no name, so here it is!

1. Describe the plot in one sentence.

Dennis shoots anyone that doesn’t do what he wants.

2. Pick one, sight, smell, sound, feel, taste to describe the aesthetic for your novel.

The smell is of dank asphalt and fumes of the city. It takes place in a regular concrete jungle, and an AWFUL neighborhood.

3. Which 3+ songs make up a playlist for your novel?

“Jackal and Hide” -Five Finger Death Punch

“Coin for the ferryman” -Nickleback

“Sarcasm”- Get Scared

I dabble in some rock, but I’m not an expert, that being said, this WIP is all metal and badass shit.

4. What’s the time period and location in which the novel takes place?

It takes place in modern times, and the place is always hard to decide on, I know it’s in the hood somewhere, but I am still debating whether it should be in New York or Maine.

5. Are there any former tittles you have considered but discarded?

This one honestly doesn’t have a name or a clear plot, because the head of the gang, Dennis, deals with so much at one time, it is hard to make him panic. It is really just a world I created with characters who do what they want and when. I normally only do short stories on them, because they can be put in almost any situation and have a good reason for it.

6. What is the first line of your novel?

The first line of one of my favorite short stories for Dennis is:

“Put it down.”

7. What is a dialogue you are particularly proud of?

“Well, tell them to fuck off”

“I can’t do that, and you know it.”

“Fine, I don’t care, as long as you get the shipments. They are fucking late. If he tries to screw you over, shoot him”

“What do you think I am sitting here for?”

8. Which line of the novel best represents it as a whole?

“Just another day at the fucking office.”

9. Who are your character’s face claims?

Um....besides Felix Looking a little like Dennis, nothing really.

10. Sort your characters into Hogwarts houses.

I do apologize, but I have never read those books. It was the one series I never got into.

11. Which character’s name do you like the most?

Full disclosure, I named Dennis from the Spongebob movie, the original one, where the guy Plankton hires name is Dennis, and Plankton shouts. “HES A VICIOUS COLD BLOODED PREDATOR!!” He honestly wasn’t meant to be this big of a character, but the name stuck, and now its funny, even though I don’t really watch the show anymore🤣🤣.

Felix’s name means lucky in Latin, and i thought it was a bit ironic, but not nearly as funny. (You know...cause he really isn’t lucky.)

12. Describe each character’s daily outfit.

Dennis- mean guy, he is easy, jeans, leather boots, leather jacket, and sometimes a shirt. He has horns, but they arent that big and easily hidden under his longish hair. His bat wings r hidden under his jacket, and his tail in his jeans. He has a lot of tattoos under his clothes, so he likes to take his shirt off for. Impressing the ladies😜.

Felix- Dennis’s second in command. He dresses similarly, although minus the demonic touches and tattoos. He goes for his older running sneakers, a leather jacket, and jeans, but it isn’t always leather, as opposed to Dennis, his can be a hoodie too.

Those are the main guys, y’all can always ask me for the more minor people if you want!

13. Do any character’s have any distinct birthmarks/scars?

Dennis’s chest is covered in tattoos, they all mean something and it’s a long list.

Felix probably has scars cause he has been through hell, but I don’t know any specifically important ones.

14. Which character most fits a character trope?

I’m not sure, they are all pretty unique to me...I would have to know more tropes.

15. Which character is the best writer? Worst?

There is a girl in that storyline (a minor character) who would do the best creative writing, her name is Marine. Dennis would do the best profession business writing.

I don’t know if there is a WORST writer in this bunch, other than the dropouts who work on the lowest end of the spectrum.

16. Which character is the best liar? Worst?

Dennis. By far. No Question.

The worst would me Travis, he is jus too honest of a guy.

17. Which character swears the most? Least?

Dennis. Again. No fucking question.

And the least would be Travis yet again, he is a bit of a goodie two shoes.

18. Which character has the best handwriting? Worst?

Fear, Dennis’s girlfriend has the best, it’s all natural and curly.

Felix probably had the worst cause he never has to do anything official other than signatures, so he just scribbles things down on paper.

19. Which character is most like you? Least like you?

They are nothing like me. If anything, I drive to be like them.

20. Which character would you most like to be?

Probably Dennis cause people listen to him. He is smart and he seems to just know everything at any given time.

So sorry that took so long! Tagging some friendsies!

@jaycewriteslikealot @timelessziowl167 @writing-in-the-margins @lightningandthetumbllr

Have fun!