#shut up kylie no one cares

[ofstoriesandstardust]

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[spid3namy]

— FOOTBALL

pairing : football player e!1610 miles x cheerleader black!female reader

summary : you and miles have a sweet little before and after game ritual

contains : fluff , kissing

word count : 577

notes : this is my peace offering for the angst i made earlier and all the angst that will be coming later on LMAO

“Amor, I gotta get on the field. I can’t keep kissin’ you right now.” 

You pout but otherwise let go of Miles’ face, your hands dropping to your thighs. Miles gives you a sweet smile and grabs his helmet from beside you, giving you one last kiss before he runs towards the field. 

You let out a dramatic sigh and stare at him as he goes to his teammates. You were proud of him and all but sometimes you just wished that he didn’t have to leave so soon! Maybe you were just being clingy.

Actually.. You knew you were. 

That was besides the point though! The point is, you already missed him and he was only three feet away from you. 

“Y/N! Hurry up and get over here!” 

You blink and look over to whoever was yelling at you. Your teammate, Kylie, was screaming for you to hurry up so you could do your cheer routine for half time. You let out a heavy sigh and pull your hair up into a high ponytail, putting your cheer bow on before you jog over to the other girls. 

You already knew that you would be the loudest person cheering for your boyfriend. You always were. It often gets you in trouble. Not that you really cared. Sue you for wanting to support your boyfriend. 

You couldn’t help but stare at the way that Miles played. He was so skilled. It was kinda hot. 

It wasn’t a secret that you found him hot. Especially when he was playing. Hell, everyone knew he was hot! But you were the only one lucky enough to be dating him. 

The game was pretty fine, Visions obviously won. Miles was the MVP as always. Most games were the same. Miles would steal the show before you and the rest of the cheer team did your amazing routine during half-time. 

Miles loved watching you cheer. He went to every practice whenever he didn’t have practice just to see you. He was so hopelessly in love with you. Everyone could see it. Now, Miles wasn’t the stereotypical jock, he was actually really smart. He was a “nerd” as you called him. He took pride in his smarts and good grades. He never really had to worry about getting kicked off the team.

When the game had ended, Miles immediately went to go find you. He always did. 

“There you are, hermosa. I was lookin’ for you”

You chuckled and rolled your eyes playfully, allowing your eyes to move to look at him. Of course he was. You even knew he was looking for you. He was pretty predictable. 

“I ain’t even go no way, Miles.”

Miles chuckled and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, much to your dismay. You loved him, of course you did, but you hated how he would be so close to you whenever he was sweaty. Some girls might be okay with that but you definitely weren’t.

“You stink, Miles.”

“Hey!”

“What? It ain’t my fault that you’re all sweaty and stinky.”

“Oh like you smell any better.”

“Don’t play with me, Miles. I will hit your ass.”

Miles chuckled and rolled his eyes playfully, allowing himself to turn his head towards you. He grabbed your chin lightly and kissed you sweetly. It was his way of shutting you up without actually telling you to shut up. He knew you were no joke. 

Kisses were always your game rituals.

[whosdinkleyhenderson]

PROLOGUE

Previous part: Y/N L/N'S BIOGRAPHY

Next part: CHAPTER 1

“I swear to God, Timmy. If that bitch is there, I’m gonna Rocky Balboa her non-existent ass.” 

A little giggle escaped her make-up artist Erin’s lips. A satisfactory smile appeared on the h/c’s face. 

Timothee had been pacing and snapped his head at her girl in the make-up chair.

“You will not be Rocky Balboa, anyone’s ass, anywhere.” He hissed sternly.

Y/n had to suppress her e/c eyes from an oncoming eye roll. It wasn’t her fault she couldn’t stand the bitch. 

“Timmy, she fat-shamed Selena. How can I just stand there, smile, and go ‘omg hiiiii. Nah, me oh, it’s cool that you fat-shamed my non-biological sister and gave her hell’ with the sweetest tone and then giggle. Like a dickhead.” 

She dramatised, swinging her hands around the room, almost knocking out Erin. 

“Would you be careful? Nearly sent Erin into a coma.” 

“Sorry, Erin.” 

The older woman waved her off.

“Y/n, I’ve known you since you were twelve. My duck and cover skills are at their peak.” 

Smiling, Y/n looked up at Erin with appreciation. 

“That reminds me, thank you for coming all this way.” 

Carefully dusting the eyeshadow, Erin pulled away and smiled. 

“I should thank you for flying me out and sending a limo… especially with that hot driver. You spoiled me.” 

Timothee watched as the two conversed. 

He couldn’t help but smile; Y/n had been in a bit of a rut for the past two months. She had expressed wanting to fly back home to Australia but with the finalising of Nosferatu, premiers and interviews. Time was not on her side, so having Erin here had brought the young girl a sense of home and familiarity that she had so desperately yearned for. 

“And there we have it. All done, my dear…wait let me fix this piece of hair…okay…yep now we’re done.”

He watched as her eyes danced along her features in the mirror, lips creeping up into that gorgeous smile. 

“Oh, Erin.” In a flash, the h/c wrapped her arms around the blonde, squeezing her tightly. 

“I’ve missed you so much…I swear you’re my fairy godmother…hands of gold.” 

Blushing, Erin ushered Y/n away. 

“Okay, enough of that; you'll make me cry. Now go put your dress on. You can't walk around in your undies.” 

Y/n tossed her robe over Timmy’s head and winked at Erin. 

“Wouldn’t you like that? Toodles.” She cackled and disappeared behind the curtain. 

“I know Lorenzo would.”

“SHUT UP TIMOTHEE!”

“It’s official: I hate heels. I don't care what anyone says. They’re painful…how the hell does Cecilia walk in these.” She complained. 

If someone were to have walked in, they would think she was dancing to the twist.  

Timothee rolled his eyes and brought the red clutch to her. With one final twist, she stood up straight. 

“You know, I wish I was at home watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer right now…at least then I do have to wear heels. I could be in the living room fighting, doing flying kicks and punches. You know, get my vampire slayer on.” She explained, shifting into a boxing stance. 

Timmy took hold of her hands and brought them down to her side. “If you decided to do that, you won’t see Lorenzo tonight.”

Way to use my kryptonite. She thought.

“Plus, you can do that once we come home. Get some pizza, popcorn and Moscato.” 

She eyed him carefully. “What’s the catch, big boy?”

She knew him too well. 

“Don’t Rocky Balboa anyone, and we can do it…Rocky Balboa, someone and I’ll force you to come with me to see Kylie on our next outing with Kendal.” Timmy watched as a mortified expression formed on her face.

“You wouldn’t dare.” 

Casting that Jack Nicholson smile, he chuckled. “Watch me, babe. Just watch me.” 

“Fucking asshole.” She mumbled as he opened the door. 

The crowd was wild. 

Flashing lights left, right, and centre.

Celebrities posing for the camera. 

The paparazzi called for pictures. 

Fans screamed at the top of their lungs. 

Interviewers were bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. 

Eyes danced across the chaotic scene before her as the flashing lights gave her a slight headache. She had been standing to the side, waiting for Timmy's return. Checking her watch every five seconds, she noticed that her patience was wearing thin, and the line for the red carpet was beginning to get overcrowded. And damn well knew that leaving this place early was not an option. 

“Boo.” A cold, wet hand grasped at her shoulders. Spooked, she spun around and threw a fist in the direction of the person as they ducked before she could knock them out. 

“Geez, Y/n. Your flight or fight senses kick in like a bitch.” 

“You should know better than to come up behind me, you jackass.” She hissed and shoved the man. 

“Where’s lil ol Tim Tim?”

“He said the toilet, but God knows.”

His brown eyes caught the young French actor being interviewed by Entertainment Tonight. 

“Looks like Frenchie is being interviewed.” 

Y/n followed his stare in Timothee's direction and shook her head. “Typical…”

Hearing the annoyance in her voice, he linked his arm with hers and smiled.  

“Come on, princess. Gotta turn that frown upside for Mr Lorenzo Zurzolo.” 

“You better watch that tongue of yours.” 

The two stepped away from the flashing cameras and to the interview station. 

Y/n felt a gentle pressure on the small of her back. Looking back, she noticed his tanned hand resting there as he led her towards an unoccupied table. 

“They should provide sunglasses. Those flashing lights are going to make me blind, I swear.” 

“Well, I’ll make sure to pass the message on.” 

She shot him a look, brow slightly raised, and smirked. “Sure baby, whatever-” A tap on her shoulder stopped her from finishing that sentence. 

“Excuse me.” 

The two turned around. A young woman in a gorgeous ivory satin dress nervously smiled with a cameraman behind her. 

“Hey, what’s up?” Y/n smiled at the two.

“Would it be okay if I interviewed you both?”

“Of course.” Y/n beamed, taking hold of the young woman’s hand. “You don’t mind if I ask you for your name, hon?” 

The young woman’s head perked at Y/n’s comment. 

“Emilia.” 

“A beautiful name for a beautiful woman. Got me jealous over here.” She winked as Emilia blushed.

“You’re such a flirt, Y/n…shall we?”

She handed the microphones to the two actors, who began to play lightsabers with them. 

“Good evening, and welcome to the Academy Museum Gala 2024. I’m Emilia Rivers, and tonight I am here with.”

“Kelso.” He winked into the camera.

“and Jackie from that 70s show.” Y/n smiled cheekily. 

“Sorry, sorry. Y/n L/n.” 

“And Joe Keery.” 

During their interview, Timothee interrupted Joe by giving him a peck on the cheek. 

Emilia contained a giggle as Christian panned the camera to Y/n, who held her mic firmly and fluttered her eyelashes. 

“And there, folks, is a new and beautiful romance between two star-crossed lovers.” 

“I apologise on behalf of him. Please continue, Emilia.” Joe’s statement cleared the air.

“Thank you, Joe. Now I have one more question for you both.”

“Shoot away, hon.”

“As you know, we have two brand new faces here tonight. Have you come across the Netflix TV series Monsters?”

Joe beamed at the question, whereas Y/n blankly stared at Emilia. 

“Yes, of course, I’ve watched it. I found it quite interesting. The art between separation of reality and fiction.” Joe’s words began as Y/n zoned out. She had no interest in watching a TV show about murders or a documentary. At least in the documentary, it's fact rather than an overly sexualised fantasy. Too in her thoughts, she missed Emilia's call out to her. 

“Hmm?”

“Emilia here asked about-” Joe started.

“Oh yes! I remember, haha, sorry. No, I haven’t, sadly. Though I do recall my grandmother,  according to my sister, did but only made it through a few episodes. Too modern for her taste, haha.” She finished tucking a strand of hair.

Emilia smiled at Y/n’s actions. 

“That’s so adorable. Well, thank you so much for the interview tonight. I hope you both have a wonderful rest of the night.”

The two actors smiled kindly, thanking Emilia and Christian, as Y/n blew kisses.

“God bless you both.” 

Joe excitedly rubbed his palms together as the two walked away. 

“She was very nice.”

“Yeah, she was the nicest and most beautiful presenter I've spoken to all year round…she and Christian look cute together. Did you see how they shot each other those cute little looks? Ahhh, young love, how beautiful.” Y/n sang with a skip. 

“You know, for someone who loves her paranormal, blood, gore and murder. It freaks me out how you still have a soft spot for romance.” Joe laughed and died a little when he noticed Y/n went quiet. 

“Out of all the interviews I've had this year. Emilia is the first person not to ask about Bill.” She sighed.

“That bad, huh?”

She paused and rested a hand on her temple. 

“I…uh…I just… it’s hard, you know. I’ve known him since I was sixteen years old… honestly, I didn’t think he would take a liking to me…someone ten years his junior, ya know.”

Joe nodded along to her words. “Yeah, I understand… but hey, I’m also ten years your senior.” 

She smiled, shaking her head before she met his eye. 

“I know, but with you… it feels perfect… I feel somewhat safe in the presence of you and Timmy. Hell, even the little encounters I’ve had with Lorenzo…I know, I know, it's weird that I say that. But you, Timmy and Lorenzo, don't cast a big shadow over me. You three don't make me feel like I’m being swallowed whole… but for my father, Bill is perfect.” Joe knew where Y/n was coming from and how she felt. He saw it for himself when Bill would show up on the set of Stranger Things to see her. 

He thought the two looked cute together despite their height and age difference. But secretly,, he was hoping Lorenzo and Y/n would finally date. 

Joe and even Timmy could see it in her eyes; they didn’t sparkle for Bill. But only for him, Lorenzo Zurzolo. 

Joe turned to Y/n and grasped her hand. “Come on, let’s go find Hailee and Ella.”

...................................................LOADING..................................................

On the other side of the gala, two men stood beside each other, posing for the cameras. 

Flash!

Snap!

Flash!

Snap! 

His eyes squinted, and lights blinded him, but he still held his stance firm, death glare along his handsome features. 

“Alright, that’s a wrap. Thank you, Nicholas and Cooper.” 

They sighed and moved to the side after being there for hours. The relentless photos, interviews, and check-ins with event staff and other celebrities were starting to annoy him.

“Hey, check that cutie out. She seems like your type, Nick. Small, bright eyes.” Cooper pointed out. 

Following his friend's gaze, he noticed a young girl interviewing Selena Gomez. While she was attractive, her beauty didn’t intrigue him. He craved being star-struck and amazed by a woman’s presence. 

“Hey.” 

To their surprise, the two Monsters actors were face to face with none other than Joe Keery. 

“I’m Joe Keery, nice to meet you.” Joe greeted, holding out his hand. 

Nicholas smiled and took hold of Joe’s hand, giving it a firm shake. 

“Hey, Nicholas Chavez.” 

Joe Keery, the late 2010s heartthrob who captured his ex-girlfriend's heart.

Nicholas’ smile deflated at the thought of his ex. His gaze became harsh as he took in Joe's features. Luscious brown hair, warm brown eyes. 5’11 and built like an athlete. 

The young actor understood the fascination. 

The two men shared similar features, such as brown eyes, hair and tan skin. But compared to him, Joe was small. He did not compare to Nicholas’ thick, solid muscles and his overpowering 6’2 hulking figure. 

Nicholas's intimidating gaze was humbled. There, she stood a few meters away from Joe. 

Her flowing red dress danced with her laughter while her hand rested softly on Timothee Chalamet’s bicep. With a smile, her eyelashes fluttered as she gazed up at the blue-eyed man. 

He couldn’t keep his eyes off her as he took in her features. H/c hair was neatly styled in a Dutch braid. A few wisps of hair fell in front of her eyes. The colour of e/c eyes with a hint of red when in the light were complimented by long black eyelashes that brushed so gently against her fair cheeks. He wished she was looking at him with the glint in her eye instead of Timothee. 

Feeling eyes burning on their back, both Y/n and Timothee turned to find a strange young man amongst a group of Joe’s, staring them down. Moving in closely, Y/n pulled Timothee closer to her as her gaze hardened; two can play at this game fuckface. She thought.

“The hell is he looking at?”

“Y/n, you can’t say that.” 

The young woman turned her attention to her best friend and smirked. “I can do and say as I please, Timmy.” 

“Nick, you okay, man?” Cooper called. Turning his gaze toward the group, he smiled. 

“Yeah…just who’s she.” The two men followed his stare to Y/n, who was getting ready to give Nicholas the finger. 

“Y/n! Put your finger down right now.” Timothee's voice called from across the room. 

"Spoil my fun, why don't ya?" 

Joe and Cooper share a look, stunned by the young woman’s menacing behaviour. She sure is one of a kind. Not afraid to be who she was. 

“Who? Oh, her, she’s Y/n L/n. She’s an interesting one at first. She’s not easily swooned by men and not easily open to women. Hence her almost giving you the finger.” The statement made Nicholas chuckle. This girl seemed feisty, a challenge he could work with.

“I’ll break her walls down… Watch me… by the end of this year, she’ll be my girl.”

“Ha, good luck with that, Romeo. She’s head over heels for Lorenzo Zurzolo, according to sources.” Cooper purred.

Tags: @comfortzonequeen

A/N: let me know if there are any ideas you would like to see or even if you want me to do one shots on Nicholas Chavez characters. feel free to dm or something. Idk, but chapter 1 in is the works. Until next time.

[s9fti3]

Kylie’s 500 Follower special!!! I will be doing small daydreams of people’s favorite characters!! Not just that, but prompts as well from fluff, angst, and even a bit of suggestive content!! I’d love to hear your ideas, lovebug!!

-thank you all so so so so much for this, you have not idea what this means to me :(

@dollywons for their divider!!! (so beautiful btw)

Prompts;

ANGST:

#1- i know what you're thinking.

#2- if I ask for your help are you gonna make a big deal out of it?

#3- i would've come sooner. i would've been here if you'd only asked.

#4- i don't want to hurt anymore.

#5- it'd be a lot easier if i actually cared as little as i pretend to.

#6- i do need you. i wouldn't be here if i didn't.

#7- pretending you don't need people doesn't make you strong it just makes you a jackass.

#8- you shouldn't have said that.

#9- sometimes i wish they had done something worse.

#10- i wish you actually understood me.

FLUFF:

#1- Shut up, no it’s not! It’s positive?!

#2- Just kiss me already!

#3- There is no way you’re comfortable. You’re literally hanging off of the bed!

#4- I fall asleep to the thought of you and I wake up to the thought of you.

#5- if only you knew how much you truly mean to me.

#6- do you ever wonder what it would be like if things were different between us?

#7- sometimes i wonder if you ever think about me the way i think about you.

#8- i think i've been in love with you since the day we met - scratch that, i know i've been in love with you since the day we met.

#9- my biggest wish is to hold you close and never let you go.

#10- every time you smile at me, i get this flutter in my chest.

#11- you were the best thing that's ever happened to me.

#12- i want to fall asleep wrapped in your arms.

#13- hold me closer; i always feel safer when you're with me.

#14- there's so much i wish i was able to tell you.

#15- i think you are the one for me, and i hope one day i'll be the one for you, too.

#16- my first instinct is to protect you, no matter the cost.

Suggestive:

#1- oh? does that turn you on?

#2- you look good on your knees like this.

#3- i need you. please. ill be quick.

#4- i know you have one more for me. come on, i'm not done yet.

#5- fuck, that was so hot.

#6- go on. fuck yourself on my cock.

#7- you have no idea how long i've thought about having you like this.

#8- keep the noise down, baby. you're too loud.

#9- they can't fuck you like i can.

#10- fuck, i've missed you.

#11- keep going. just like that.

#12- just a little more. you can take a little more, can't you?

#13- what would they think if they could see you now, huh?

#14- maybe i should put my dick in your mouth so you'll shut up.

#15- don't stop. please, don't stop.

#16- fucking doesn't involve this much talking normally.

#17- if you want something, then you ask for it.

#18- when was the last time someone fucked you?

#19- how was that? satisfying enough for you?

#20- oh no, i'm not finished with you yet.

Fandoms;

-Walking Dead

-Shamless

-Harry Potter

-OBX

-Euphoria

-Mid90s

-Twilight

-Baby

-The Maze Runner

-Stranger Things

-American Horror Story

-The last of us

(if you don’t see something you like, feel free to ask!!)

[kuri-crocus]

A list of songs I associate with Good Omens now but it is random and mostly not that deep

Me (an elder Gen Z) found my MP3 Player I got in 2010 and GO-fyed serval songs in my head. Others that aren't from the MP3-Player are songs I listen to to while browsing GO related stuff. For some of them it's just buzz words and vibes because I don't understand all lyrics word by word, sometimes I don't speak the language at all... Some call to action before I start with the list: Tell me which songs you did or didn't knew before if you like :) Anyway here is it:

Halo by Beyoncé

Sweetest Poison by Nu Pagadi (Engl. Translation but Nightcore)

Natteravn by Rasmus Seebach

Bloody Mary by Lady Gaga

Wretched And Divine by Black Veil Brides

Fallen Angels by Black Veil Brides

Lost by Linkin Park

Reich mir die Hand by Blutengel

Shut Up And Drive by Rihanna

Telephone by Lady Gaga ft. Beyoncé

Crush by Jennifer Paige

I Gotta Feeling by The Black Eyed Peas

My Heart Skips a Beat by Olly Murs

El Amor, El Amor (Zumba Fitness) (Note: A silly one I just know Amor means love in spanish...)

Beautiful by MARA, Robert Taylor & Beto Perez

Bailando Bachata by Chayanne

Somebody's Watching Me by Rockwell

I Feel Love by Jeanette Biedermann

Ready for Love by Cascada

Herz an Herz by Blümchen

Magia by Kalafina (Note: I consider this as my fav song ever, it has apocalyptic vibes, so it has to be here!)

Crucified by Army Of Lovers

They Don't Care About Us by Michael Jackson

Daylight in your eyes by No Angels

Do you like what you see by Ivy Quainoo

My head is a jungle, jungle by Emma Louise and Wankelmut

In The Dark by Dev

Angel Of Darkness by Alex Christensen ft. Yasmin Knoch

Destiny by Vanessa Mae

There Must Be An Angel (Playing With My Heart) by Eurythmics

Licht und Schatten by Super Moonies (Note: I know this is a sily one)

Can't Get You Out Of My Head by Kylie Minogue 

Kiss Me by Rea Garvey

Don't know what to do by Blackpink

Ahsoka Ending theme by Kevin Kiner (I don't care if it's Star Wars, now it's GO!)

Spice up you life by Spice Girls (Also don't care if it's DW related now it's GO related as well!)

Brave Enough by Lindsey Stirling ft. Christina Perri (Original / Nightcore I listen to)

Love's Just A Feeling by Lindsey Stirling ft. Rooty (Original / Nightcore I listen to)

Running Up That Hill by Kate Bush (Note: This one is only here because of @thesherrinfordfacility 's amazing edit! Thanks for that!)

Cheers when you read until here!

[mafaldaknows]

If you believe that Timothee is actually in love with Kylie, then you're admitting that either charmie was just a collective fantasy or that Timothee is cheating on Armie with a Kardashian. Hope Armie puts a ring on Lisa and yall can fuck off and leave him alone and outside your creepy delusions.

Hello, Anon:

Reading is fundamental. So is reading comprehension. You might want to learn to do both, for everyone’s sake, but mostly for yours. You might want to understand what other people are saying before judging them.

I know nothing about this situation for a fact. Few people outside of their close associates and confidantes know the truth about these circumstances either. We who fall outside of that inner circle are all speculators until the truth is told.

It’s naive to think that people in the entertainment industry can live as they please without the necessary promotion of an “acceptable” public image in order to appease studio executives worried about the bottom line, and to please moviegoers influenced by their own ignorance and bigotry. Show business is indeed a business and there are some tough customers demanding that their specific expectations must be met, regardless of the actor’s truth.

As someone who is not committed to a specific outcome in this scenario, yet who has hope nonetheless, I don’t care who they end up with when all is said and done, as it’s frankly none of my business. As long as they’re allowed to live their truth and they’re happy about their choices, that’s fine with me, whatever that turns out to be.

You seem unable or unwilling to understand that people can dream, daydream, and hope for a beautiful life for someone else with both their feet still firmly planted in reality, with their eyes wide open.

You chose to remain anonymous, so your opinion holds no opportunity or power to influence me, though my mere existence appears to bother you greatly, which I find fascinating.

We Charmies stay in our little corner of the internet, happily, and do not feel the need to meddle in other fandoms. You are free to believe whatever you want to believe about anything. You are also free to ignore that which does not appeal or apply to you. No one is forcing you to agree with our “delusions”, or even to pay us any attention.

And yet here you are, Anon, in my inbox.

If we really are just a group of delusional fans harboring a collective fantasy, why would our existence bother you so much?

You wouldn’t feel the need to silence us if we didn’t strike a chord.

Perhaps the difference between you and me is that my heart and mind are open to the possibilities of impossibilities, and yours are firmly clamped shut.

Thanks for your comment. 🙂🪧👌👋

[rainydaydally]

Here in the labyrinth (I’m trapped) Chapter 4

Warnings:

T-slur

Deadnaming

Misgendering

Gay people!😱😱

“You love me?”

Kyle asks. “Of course, Kyle. I thought it was pretty obvious. We’re both idiots, aren’t we?” Stan laughs. “I can’t believe you love me. I could’ve sworn you were straight. Even though you’re my super best friend, I must have been pretty off, huh?” Kyle smiles, feeling like his old self again. ���Can you believe it? Stan *loves* me! Me! Kyle Broflovski! The same Kyle who was just outed to his entire school a few hours ago!” Kyle thinks, already feeling better, and almost forgetting about the series of events that happened earlier that day. Almost.

“Can I… can I kiss you?” Stan asks hesitantly, not wanting to make Kyle uncomfortable. Kyle answers by grabbing Stan’s jacket and pulling him closer to slowly press their lips together. “You look so cute right now.” Stan laughs a moment after they pull away from the kiss. “You don’t look too bad yourself.” Kyle jokes, looking in Stan’s eyes but then looking away.

They sit in silence for a few moments. “Sh*t…” Kyle sighs out of the blue.“What’s wrong?” Stan asks, tucking Kyle’s hair behind his ear. “I keep thinking about it, just… *so* much has happened today. I’ve been outed as gay and trans, everyone knows that I like you, and I just learned that you like me too. Just… wow. How can that all happen in one day?! And all because of Cartman! I hate his f*cking fat *ss so f*cking much right now.” Kyle seethes, not surprising Stan at all with his level of anger. Stan would probably be just as mad, because what happened today was “seriously f*cked up”, as he would put it.

“He really is an assh*le for that. Is there… anything I could do to maybe help?” Stan asks. “No, no, you’re fine. I’m sorry if I keep making a big deal out of it.” He pauses before continuing. “Actually, no I’m not. I *should* be making a big deal out of this. What Cartman did was really horrible and I deserve to be mad.” Kyle thinks, starting to ramble. “That’s the spirit, dude.” Stan jokes, moving his gaze from Kyle’s eyes to his red lips. “Shut up.” Kyle eyerolls, laying down on his bed, but still making sure there’s enough room for Stan. Stan lays down next to him, and they both stare at the white ceiling. 

“Do you want to sign Cartman up for those sh*tty websites that give you spam mail?” Stan asks out of the blue. Kyle laughs, pushing him gently. “Dude. Is that the only revenge plan you can think of?” “Pretty much.” Stan shrugs, taking his phone out of his pocket and unlocking it. Kyle watches over his shoulder as Stan puts Cartman’s email into a bunch of websites. “This is stupid.” Kyle eyerolls, grabbing his phone off his nightstand and when he unlocks it he notices the 5 missed texts from Cartman. “Hey.” “I’m not sorry about what I did. Stan deserved to know he actually had a crush on a girl.” “Lying b*tch.” “Kylie, answer.” “Whatever, tr*nny.” Kyle sighs, “Great.” He thinks, and doesn’t reply to Cartman. He knows he has read reciepts on, and leaving Cartman on read might make him more mad than responding to him with a cringe *ss comeback.

Stan ends up spending the night with Kyle. When they wake up it’s Tuesday, a school day. The night before, Kyle’s mom gave him permission to skip school for the day, because of the events that took place yesterday. Stan’s mom also did, just so he could take care of Kyle and make sure he didn’t do anything irrational, which Kyle rolled his eyes at.

Kyle wakes up to Stan holding him tight. He slowly sits up in bed and starts to scroll on TikTok. Eventually, Stan rustles around and rubs his eyes. “Hey Kyle.” He says, voice hoarse and tired. “Hi.” Kyle says, barely above a whisper. After a bit, they manage to wake up enough to get breakfast. They eat some cereal and then play video games. 

12:35 PM

“Dude! I literally won the game. I have no idea why you’re acting like you’re better!” Kyle laughs, pushing Stan playfully. “I am!” Stan eyerolls as Kyle gets up to turn off the video game console. “Do you want to go for a walk?” Kyle asks, hoping for some fresh air. Stan perks up and nods. “Yeah, of course! Whatever you need, dude.” He says, and they do. They walk to Stark’s pond, and sit down together, holding eachothers hand. “I’m so happy now. Even though Cartman outed me… I guess I wouldn’t be with you without him.” “You’re right, I guess there’s good in some bad things, huh?” Stan asks. “Exactly.”Kyle replies, placing a kiss on Stan’s cherk before laying his head on his shoulder.

They walk back to Kyle’s home a bit later, watch movies, and chill out. 

Kyle’s mom soon arrives from work, but Stan and Kyle don’t notice. They are laying in Kyle’s bed cuddling. At the worst moment possible, Stan turns toward Kyle, and kisses him. Before Kyle can process what’s happening, his mom is yelling. “Stanley Marsh! What on Earth are you doing?!” Stan quickly stops kissing Kyle, turning to the woman standing in the doorway. “M-Mrs. Broflovski! I-I can explain!” Stan quickly says. Kyle can feel his breathing getting faster and faster, his chest rising. “Okay? Then explain. You too, Kyle. I want to know EXACTLY what was happening. “W-well we were kissing.” Stan says. “And why would friends be kissing?!” “Ma, alright! We’re dating! Is that what you wanted to hear?!” Kyle screams, tears falling from his eyes. He knows he shouldn’t be screaming at his mother. “Don’t talk to me like that, Kyle! Stan, I’m calling your mother right now to tell her we’re dropping you home.” Stan jumps out of the bed. “Mrs. Broflovski, please dont tell my mom we’re dating. I’ll tell her later, I promise. Please.” He says, following her down the stairs as she goes to get her phone. 

Kyle stays in his room, stuggled into his blankets and crying out of humiliation, as Stan keeps begging Sheila not to out him. “You’re lucky I’m not one of those people who out children.” She says to him, calling his mother. 

Sharon: Sheila? Everything okay? Is Stan alright?

Sheila: Hello, Sharon. Yes, they’re both fine. I’m just wondering if I could drop Stan off at your house in about… 15 minutes?

Sharon: Oh yes, that’s fine. Thank you for dropping him off.

Sheila: No problem, heading out now. Goodbye!

Sharon: Bye!

____________

Sheila sighs, hanging up the phone call and putting it back into her purse. “Gather your stuff, Stan.” Stan nods quickly, and runs up the stairs.

“Kyle? Can I come in?” Stan asks, sniffling. “Yeah its unlocked.” Kyle says, and Stan opens the door to see Kyle wrapped up in his blankets. “Your mom is dropping me off at home. Don’t worry Kyle. You have nothing to worry about, okay?” Stan says, sitting on the edge of Kyle’s bed. Kyle just nods, sitting up and wiping the tears off Stan’s cheeks with his thumbs. “I guess you should get your things together.” Kyle says awkwardly, getting out of his bed and helping Stan pack his stuff back into his bag. “Are you almost ready?” Sheila asks from downstairs. Kyle sighs, “Yes, ma. Just getting his things together.” Soon after, Stan and Kyle practically tumble down the stairs, and to the car. Kyle goes to sit in the back with Stan, as usual, but his mom interferes by saying, “Kyle, sit up front with me.” “It’s not like we’re gonna kiss back there.” Kyle mumbles quietly, closing the backseat door and getting into the passenger seat next to his mother.

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[dcrkfcngs]

INTRODUCING AKIRA WAN !!

basics

status: active, open for plotting

full name: akira wan

nicknames: rara, ki, kira

gender: nonbinary transmasc

pronouns: he/they

sexuality: pansexual

aesthetics: alternative

age: twenty seven

date of birth: 9th aug 1997

zodiac sign: leo

residence: penthouse apartment

occupation: one of the most sought out underground hacker during the night. professional cosplayer.

appearance:

face claim: @_hakkencoser_ on instagram

height: 187cm

build: slim with a muscular shape

eyes: brown often seen as hazel while in sunlight.

hair: soft black and straight, can be styled in differed ways but often in a half up and have down style

piercings: tongue twice, angel bites, ears covered in them along with gauges, their nipples.

tattoos: a knife going along the center of their spine.

other distinguishing features: when dressed down and not wearing his usual mask, freckles and dimples are visible

style: genderless

personality:

traits: loyal, intelligent, calm, fair, tactful, sarcastic, sneaky, evil, disrespectful, uncontrolled

labels / tropes: the closet geek

mental health: sees their therapist twice a week, working on antisocial behavior.

physical health: in the gym three times a week during the early morning

likes: desserts, theatre’s, scissors, antiques, spiders and moths, reading

dislikes: the sun, hot days, strong smell, loud people, crowded places, lectures, controlling people

phobias: astraphobia, enochlophobia, coulrophobia

hobbies: hacking, drinking, reading manga, cosplaying, stargazing

skills: empathy, persuasion, creativity

quirks: bites their lip a lot, always too cold, dresses in one color, double blinks without noticing, can’t sleep with their feet covered

pet peeves: open mouth chewers, interruptions, talking during a movie, people who walk slow, borrowing and not returning, people who purposely ignore boundaries

family:

mother: angel wan, deceased

father: drake wan

siblings: katie & kylie wan, twins. leo wan.

birth order: leo wan, katie & kylie, then akira as the youngest

spouse / lover: open

children: none

pets: bruce, their doberman

notable close relatives: none

best friend: open

rival: open

crushing on: open

faves:

ice cream flavor: peach

time of the day / night: night

weather: winter

breakfast food: waffles & crepes

dinner food: fried rice

colours: black, white, and velvet maroon

songs: sleep tokens discography

misc:

first love: none

a cherished item: a stuffed baymax

usual mood: mellow

1 thing they want to do / experience before they die: sky diving?

bio page

childhood:

being born into a crime family wasn’t an easy pill to swallow. while they were a kid, akira and his mom had a very close relationship. often, most would see him attached at the hip to his mother. his dad, most of the time, was too busy dealing with deals and taking over the city to even notice when the pair weren’t at home. even going as far as being successful in kindergarten and elementary school. their parents were often told that he was a child genius. at that time, his angel would dress him like his own personal doll, and he was often called the face of the family. but at the age of eight, his mom was taken out as a hit against his family. the hit happened while he was at the park with his mom.

adolescent:

it was after his mom passed that akira realized she was the only person who truly cared for his well-being. there was no longer a reason for him to dress up nicely and go outside when going outside was the thing that killed his mother. his grades started declining, and he became more cautious of those who would approach him. his family started seeing him less and less when it came to dinner and weekly meetings. it was in moments when he shut himself in that he fell in love with computers. even while shut in, he wanted to prove himself to his father. so, when requested to dig up information on his enemies, he would use his knowledge to find out anything and everything that could be used to bring them down. it was also during this time that he struggled with his self-identity and being comfortable in his own skin.

[dark-sirenparis]

@kyliedcnvers

It has been a rough couple of weeks for Kylie. Everytime she was truly happy, something always ruined it. First, she was finally getting claimed by someone she truly deeply cared about but before she could move in, he had to leave the island. Her heart was shattered. A few weeks after that, the storm happened. Everything was a mess. One thing about Kylie was when things became too overwhelming for her, she was shutting down. Shutting down caused her to stay away from people until she gathered her thoughts and feelings back together. It could take days or weeks before she could go out again.

Today was the day Kylie decided it was enough. She knew she couldn't stay in her dorm forever and damn, she needed a tan. After staying inside for so long, her skin became way too pale for her liking. She knew a few days of going to the beach would change that. The girl changed into a bikini and put on a sundress over it, grabbed her bag and made her way to the beach.

Kylie stood on the beach and took a deep breath of fresh air. The smell and the sound of the ocean always helped to calmed her down. She jumped as she heard someone speaking and turned around. "Oh- I'm so sorry I didn't see you. I should've paid more attention." She stepped to the side so she was not sun blocking him anymore.

"Yes, you should have," was all he had to answer. Slaves, they were entirely the same as when he left. Maybe his return really was for the best, somebody had to set these slaves on the right path. He was eager to restart on his business and for classes to kick back up again. Settle back into the usual once more. Paris shifted, to grab his book from where it lied in his knapsack, eyes opening and seeing the girl had barely moved at all. "Are you just going standing there like a pillar all day? It's very strange."

[destinyc1020]

Kylie frequently takes PJ flights less than 30 minutes instead of driving, doesn't tip despite being a "billionaire", bullyied black employees at Kylie cosmetics, constantly blackfishes, bullied Selena with hailey and Kendall , like I could go on and on. There are numerous instances where she's been known to show up to zoos or Disneyland on the weekends , go right to the front of the line and get the rides shut down for her and her kids while people that have waited forever have to just wait for them to ride whatever as many times as they want. It's little things like that that convince me ok you're just a bad person. You really have to do that on the weekends and ruin a day for working people and their kids?! You can't go on a random Wednesday? Fuck her

Well I'll be lol....

Shooot... No wonder Timmy's fandom is HOT!!! 😅🤣

Chiiile.... I'm not even one to care who Timmy is dating, but after reading this, now you all got me wanting to join you all in the fight on the front lines lol. I had no clue she did stuff like this. 🥴 Like, how can you just NEVER tip people and you're a billionaire? And bullying people? Skipping lines?? I knew about the PJ, but didn't realize it was just for 30 min drives? Like, WHAT?? NO BUENO.

I'm sorry, but little things like this give me a glimpse into your character, and it doesn't seem all that great.

Anyway....

We all know this relationship is not lasting, so fans just need to keep chill. I know some friends in PR, and they've said that supposedly 90% of relationships in Hollywood are all FAKE anyway lol. Some are pretty easy to spot, and others are not as easy to detect. Idk how much I believe that, but there are some that do make me go "Hmmmm.....", and it's kind of obvious. Like, you can just tell it's a union mainly for publicity, or what the two individuals can get from each other. 👀

So yea, they won't last. I doubt any of them are thinking of this relationship as being all that serious or long-term tbh. I say just let it run its course. 🤷🏾‍♀️

[ofstoriesandstardust]

nobody asked for this but i’m making a playlist now. 

KYLIE!!! THE ONE WHERE THEY GO CAMPING!?! PLS

wip tag game!

jordan ma'am you already know which one this is...

nothing has actually been written yet, it's just vibes at this point but it may or may not include accidental cuddling, a pillow wall, stargazing, an anxious Sunshine, and Bailey threatening to push Eli off of a cliff. oh, and the one bed trope. hypothetically.

[talyns-fanfics]

My Villain Fantasy

Chapter One

Warnings: talk of death, grief

Notes: this is the second book of the series, no one speaks medieval

Two figures in shadow creep around an abandoned castle. “Quick in and out. It should be easy.” One of them says to the other. The two made their way to the castle, using their Quirks to climb the walls.

“Careful, your majes-” One say to the other, but got cut off. “Not here, Rumi.” The two find their way to a window and slip in. They weren’t able to make it that far, due to someone in the castle finding them. A shiver ran through one of them. “Dang it! I can’t use my Quirk!”

Rumi gently picks up her partner, hopping out of the window, making a run for it.

The next morning, Izuku makes his way to the tavern. It had been a year since Kacchan’s passing and Izuku hadn’t been out on as much adventures as he would have. He barely even slept the night before.

Walking into the tavern, Monoma immediately notices him. “WOW! You look like trash! Hey, aren’t pro adventurers supposed to look better than that?!” Monoma sends himself into a laughing fit. “Hey, Monoma.” Shinso says to him. “Yea-” Monoma’s fit stops and his face goes blank. “Shut up and continue working.” Shinso tells him, and he immediately listens.

Hitoshi Shinso

Quirk: Brainwashing

This special power allows the user to put their target in a state where they are forced to obey all of the user's commands.

“It’s actually good that you haven’t been around here, Midoriya.” Shinso says to Izuku. “He’d been like that since Kairi and Mashirao died. It’s gotten quite unbearable. By the way, someone’s waiting for you at the booth over there.” Shinso points towards a nearby booth, a young man with white hair was sitting quietly with a drink.

Izuku makes his way over to the booth. “I heard you’re looking for me.” He asks before taking a seat across from the man. “Yes. So, you know King Endeavor has been in hiding for a year now?” Izuku nods. “Well, there’s something in the castle and my sister has been investigating it for a few months now.”

“So, you want me to help your sist-” Izuku gets cut off. “No! I need you to stop her. It’s to dangerous for her to be involved. She got her Quirk erased the last time. Who knows what else could happen to her.” They young man finishes his drink. “Just, think about it. After what happened to Shoto, and with another death in the family 15 years ago, I can’t loose my sisters.” He gets up from the booth, going over to the bar to pay for his drink.

A half hour passes and Izuku was still in the booth. A group of five people in hoods enter the tavern. One of them slams their hand on the table. With that, Monoma hands over most of the coins in the counter. One of the figures visibly stiffens. “Is something wrong, #3?” A slightly shorter figure asks. “The missing Quirk.” #3 points over to Izuku. “He has it, ma’am.”

Villain: #3

Quirk: Search

This power allows the user to monitor and observe up to a hundred people at a time. This includes knowing their locations and weak points.

The group head over to Izuku, immediately catching his attention. “You, why haven’t we seen you?” The short woman crosses her arms. “I don’t get out much.” He point blank said to her. “Ok, stop messing with me. I know your Quirk is transferable. Give it.” She says. Izuku stays quiet, not paying her much mind.

“Fine, but we’ll be back.” She immediately gave up. Her and the others heading to leave, only for her to stop in her tracks as Eri, who had been in the room since before Izuku got there, caught her attention. Eri reaches out her hand, only to feel a shiver up her spine.

Villain: Eraser

Quirk: Erasure

This power allows the user to cancel out the Quirk of anyone they look at.

The group leaves, but not before Monoma placed a hand on #3’s shoulder. “Feel free to come again.” None of them responded to him as they head out of the tavern.

“Eri, are you ok?” Shinso kneels down next to her. She shrugs. “I felt like my Quirk was gone, but it’s not. It felt like Dadzawa, but different.” Eri explains, painting a slightly clearer picture for Izuku. That villain can cancel out Quirks like Aizawa used to. How does she have that power? Are they related? Izuku walks over to the two. “I’m gonna go out and look for those villains.” Shinso stands up, extending a hand to Izuku. “Allow me to go with you. I need to know who that person is.” Izuku, albeit against the idea, let Shinso go with him.

In the streets of a small town, six little girls (all ranging from toddler to five years old) were huddled together. All of them were scared of what was to come. They had all been tossed out of their homes and families because the community believed little girls with powerful Quirks were of the devil.

Soon, nighttime came. Instead of people coming out with pitchforks, ready to end the girls, they see a pink fog rolling in. As the villagers eventually did step out of their homes, they were immediately put to sleep by the fog.

After the entirety of the town, besides the girls, fell asleep, a cloaked woman walks up to them. “Don’t fret, my children. I’m here to protect you.” The warm voice says to the frightened girls. “Will you?” The oldest one asks. The woman holds out her arms. “I promise you all.” The girls, feeling the sincerity of the woman’s words, accepted her help. The six girls gathered in the woman’s warm embrace.

That was the start of The Midnight Coven…

[eviedreams8]

I’m uploading everything i have in a doc. Ive written this while drunk high sober. There’s a lot of grammar and spelling mistakes, I dont read often and when it comes to writing like this i can care less about how it sounds just that it exits my mind immediately. It brings me peace in a brain then never shuts up and cycles through the same horrid thoughts. I doubt someone will read this but i want this blog so that i can write on here and not on my docs i do want to be a writer and so im seeing if i have the courage to share these. So read on.

Here starts the doc v

I have this idea of what my future may look like and it scares me. Because it is me still living here and having a mediocre job and not doing anything basically the safe route. It feels as if what i want in life can be attained but i don't try to have. which is why im giving myself no other options in where to go to college because I know what I want but I also know myself and i know that i will somehow chicken out and go the safe route. Is it stupid to force my self to do something i may not be successful out in hopes that i will somehow finally come out of my shell and be the person i truly want to be just because i am in a diffrent state but sadly your mind does not change when you leave  no matter what you will always be you and your stuck with it.

I want to be “granola Girl” ive accepted the title think it has the best form in music, its 100% voice and instruments and i hope it stays the same and doesn't fall into the social music norms of electronic music sounds. Real music is real talent. I have the tattoo for the granola lifestyle too hence why i got it. I think when I was little I always knew this is what i wanted ever since the dream  the van with driving onto a log with mountains and a waterfall. I loved that dream and I would draw it all the time. In a way it is just like my tattoo. I've also loved the idea of earth and nature, I want this, it's what I want , now that i know for sure I am ready for it. I don't want money I could give two shits about that i just want someone who wants me and who gets me and all we will ever need is one another. I want what the couple in sleep on the floor has  because that is all i need 

There is something in women that when they look pretty or feel like they look pretty they become productive or its just me. I watch videos of girl being productive but the start of the video is of them looking cute. II need to start looking cute so i can be productive. I think the prettiest I’ve ever been was when i was in wyoming at school.. i wish I knew that back then cause looking back it’s painful to be like ya io was feeling myself but she didnt feel like i thought she would. It was still me. Insecure in some ]ways not as bad as i am now but still insecure. I do miss it immensely intensely but at the end it wasn’t me or was it. I was completely different i was like big sister protect like carry a knife by them alch9olo its not who i am here and i wish he was able to see Me ou there cause that’s the me i think he’d love the most. I stood heard as my friend stole the sangria im not the friend that steals the sangria and im, ok with that. But im also the friend to invite the friend to the wildlife meeting int the Rocky Mountains and 8im the one to talk to most of the our group to learn more about what we are doing. I’m the one to veer off enough to find the deer tooth. I was different I thrived and i think I wasn’t officals to move out and i wish i didnt fail all my classes and i wish i could i have moved in with Kylie but i pushed against it. 

I wish I could’ve been lucky enough to have perfect teeth show when i smile. No matter who i see on my phone i study there faces. I see there eyes their smile their lines on their faces the way the react to any scenario and im like wow if only i could react in that way and look the way they do because they are beautiful and i am well me. I get drunk because most of my life drunk people have reacted  to me in a way that i seem beautiful idk if it’s cause thats when i gain confidence or their judgment is drunk opossibly i am only beautiful when someone’s vision is a little distorted. My boyfriend still believes im beautiful even on days i feel ugly. I really love him when i think about him i feel a pull on my heart   

This brain of mine is getting awfully hard to stay friends with it. And its kinda strange to think that i have no control of that but i stand watch as my life burns around me people i hurt promises broken. That’s not me i swear thats that thing thats taken over it wears my skin and clothes it but its not me. I look in the mirror and she’s a stranger god how many times has a human put that down on paper. Why when i speak to myself constantly all day its a little less cliche then when im typing. This body has become fat and her hair frizzy. Skin bad. She’s disgusting. She’s ruining all of my relationships and i am too much of a coward to apologize for it. What’s the point of getting myself back on track when as pattern has shown i will inevitably fuck it up and it crashes and burn and i crash and burn once again. When in have it all i eventually don’t want any of it. And so i discard it and discard the people involved. Or I hid from it. I wanna live in a ditch. Never to be bothered again. And the only thing i can think of is gosh doesnt a dom and sub relationship sound like the best situation to be into. And hey if thats not your thing more power to you ladies im not saying thats how every women should live. But for me its heaven. Ever watch fleabag? That wonderful quote “i want someone to tell me how to dress tell me when to eat etc. god knows i cant take care of myself and well i dont think I’ve formed into a total grown up just yet so until that happens the adult relationship for that would be dom and sub. How embarrassing if thats what i become i grew up in a powerful women family and i do not carry that torch. So far one thing has been clear. I do not want to lose him. My goodness gracious he is an angel. 

There’s nights that haunt my mind. Many of my daily life decisions haunt me too. Everything haunts me. My past is a ghost who is mean. And it likes to act like a pop up book from hell (Gilmore girl quote). Throughout the day everyday pop an image of a past mistake. I think most definitely my problem is me. Most of the things i regret was me just causally living my life thinking I was sane. Looking back now im like hellooo why would you choose that high school schedule. If your reading this and think wow she’s thinking she’s insane because of something as silly as a high school schedule she really may be crazy. There’s other examples stupid things like that me being an idiot. Basically my schedule really showed me that learning was never really my goal. I didnt take any ap science classes but hey that is what i wanted to go into so maybe a bio and chem would be a good idea. So that leaves me thinking what the fuck do i want. I want to be constantly drunk and i want to be left the hell alone and i want to be fucked and i want to be thin i want to be in the good graces of everyone i fuck over .. Is there a place in this world for a girl like me. I hope to find it. I

not having morals and a strong sense of self can really destroy a persons entire mind. Believing in yourself and the way you chose to spend each passing second without an ounce of doubt is the best thing you can do for yourself. You are marinating waiting to bloom feeling out the waters just waiting for the day to come. Some would say just jump but gosh im 22 i have my whole life to swim just let me dip my toes in for a while i know that im setting myself up to tread water all my life instead of putting on a life jacket while im young and on land. That’s my choice. Having belief in oneself can really be beneficial. Words, judgements, and opinions and suggestions from others may seriously drown a person. It can send you down a path that you’ve never even wanted and therefore derailing the whole reality you’ve created for yourself so when you start off at square one again you get those same critics again. The understanding of this has helped me be able to not spiral out. I dont know what divine intervention was with me when i did have this experience but it talked to me in a way that I’ve never talked to my self before. The conversation went something like this. 

What if me and him aren’t actually in love we are young and dont know what love should look or feel like since neither of us really expirnced it growing up. 

Well thats not true. (Ok so I don’t remeber exactly how the conversation went ) 

you two have actively sought each other out and chose one another. That is love. 

then something about how Wyoming was my life the same way he is my life it happened the way it did because it was supposed to happen that way i was suppposed to go only for a year and we were supposed to end up together 

the spirit also told me that hurting myself was not in the plan it isn’t the reason your together now you would’ve ended up together if it happened or not. But it was sorry that it did. 

The light in his bedroom was bluish and bright and my eyes were open most of the  

time for this conversation. It was a soft eloquent voice and it thought me to slow down the conversations i have with myself. That i didnt have to be so fast in my head. 

It changed me. I feel different. Lighter so thank you spirit. 

i like rewatching the things I watched as a child young impressionable wondering if who i became is becasue of the things i did for entertainment. Or becasue it was dest8ined to be that way. When i watch Hannah Montana or pretty little liars i see things that coincide with the choices I’ve made. But gosh it can be my little selfs fault for all that can it. My parents didnt force me to watch not cable and so therefore im sentenced to a life of lust and sloth and all the other seven deadly sins. I wasn’t given internet restrictions but god only knows what i was up top on those late nights as a ten year old. I love to say it but it really did ruin my life. It made me I also I find myself studying the faces of the girls in the shows i watch or those I see on social media . Just so i can compare them to my own see what makes them attractive and the differences between mine and theirs when you feel unattractive its easy to compare to your self to your family first and knowing that you find the women in your family beautiful its easy to belive you yourself  is beautiful and when you compare famous women to your facial similarities then you feel even better about yourself. I guess my comparisons would be Lucy hale and etc. . . .]

I believe god is a form of love everything on earth that’s embodies love is god. 

Self love, love for a person and community   Which is why I also belive that the upper class is all satirist they don’t belive in god they believe in the devil which is why our society is so blinldy following their lead. It’s why chiridasntutn is so diminanixyed too. 

Why does the world think it has a claim on my soul why must i feel like i owe the world my presence. Why do i have a pull to see it. Why cant i just be happy here. Why cant i be at peace here. Why does it have to be my job to go out and live and visit and see as much as i can. Live in another world in the southern hemisphere. Why cant i just love the man and be friends with the people here. Why cant i force myself to fit here. With my family loved ones. Why must they expect so much from me why do i feel like im responsible to be the one to get away. Why can i not have my life here. One foot here one foot out the door thats how I’ve always felt. I tell a joke ill just leave by train bus train plane ill be gone. Its just a joke i dont know how to actually leave by myself. I need someone to pus me into the void of somewhere new. Come with me.

The call is as talking about above has called again. I must see more, do more I have dreams and i dont work towards them. I talk about it, I feel it inside me, I can picture how it looks. Now it is time to achieve. A work for it. Work, DO DO DO DO DO DO DO. DO More. Follow that passion and hope for happiness i know it can happen. Every thing could be different in a years time if you just apply yourself every day for a year to make that change. Things are worked for things happen when you do them not just think it. You have to go sought after your life not just watch others achieve what you want. You’ve done that your whole high school days and now its been four years since and your still trying to inspire that spark into you to get you moving when its already been sparked this whole time. Get out of your head and into your life.  

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Dannii Minogue gives update on lesbian series I Kissed A Girl

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Dannii Minogue gives update on lesbian series I Kissed A Girl

I Kissed A Boy host Dannii Minogue has given an update on the upcoming lesbian spinoff of the dating show, appropriately titled I Kissed A Girl.

Last year, Dannii hosted the trailblazing gay dating show on the BBC. Ten single gay men travelled to a villa in Italy to meet, kiss and couple up.

While it sounds like a Love Island clone, the series was surprisingly good. After it aired, the BBC confirmed a lesbian version was also in production.

Dannii has now confirmed that I Kissed A Girl has officially finished filming, and said the series will launch later this year.

“I’ve just been watching some of the episodes that they’ve been editing, and it is wild, my friend,” she told Nova’s Ricki-Lee, Tim & Joel.

Both iterations of the show are based around 10 queer singles “meeting for the first time with a kiss. No chat. No messages. Just one kiss to test their chemistry straight away.”

Dannii said for the new series, pairing up a villa full of queer women makes for a very different show.

“There’s a certain mystery about the girls. All of our producers and our care unit… got talking to the girls, and they’re like, people don’t know a lot about us,” she said.

“It’s a bit more underground. The girls have very different challenges to what the boys have in their everyday lives. It’s very specific.

“And they have their own language… like, what’s a black cat [lesbian]?

“Mama Minogue is mothering them all and educating you all at the same time.”

If you haven’t seen it, I Kissed A Boy is streaming in Australia on 10 play.

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Dannii Minogue is out at the moment promoting her new dance single Thinking ‘Bout Us, with Sydney producer Autone.

On Monday, she released the music video for the new track, packed with references to some of her previous songs.

Last week, Dannii took a moment to hilariously shut down the rumours she accidentally started about representing Australia at Eurovision this year.

More on the Minogues:

Dannii claps back after losing social media followers over gay dating show

Kylie Minogue jumps for joy after she wins a Grammy Award for Padam Padam

Check out the 2003 Dannii Minogue/Madonna mashup

‘Still mates’: I Kissed A Boy power couple announce they’ve split

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[cherrys-writings]

Good Friends

Warnings: 18+ explicit sexual content, PiV sex, tigh riding, cockwarming, Grayson Hawthorne bites

   Another week passes before Skye contacts the lawyers about a will reading. I’m working on my manuscript in the solarium, legs draped across Grayson’s lap while he reads, when Skye bursts in, “Who is Avery Kylie Grambs?”

   The hand caressing my knee freezes and he takes a steadying breath before answering, “I’ve never heard of them.”

   Skye marches around, so she is standing in front of us, “according to the lawyers, my father requires the presence of certain people at the reading or it will not be read at all. One of these people is some Avery Kylie Grambs. Someone that none of us has heard of.”

   Then as if she just notices me, “oh hello sweetie! Xander said you were working on a new book. Will it be a little more….lighthearted?”

   “You could call it a romanticism revival,” I say, tousling Gray’s hair.

   “I have a soft spot for love stories. Especially, your love stories,” she gives us a knowing smile, before sweeping out of the room. 

   Grayson tosses my notebook on the coffee table, “you know Mary Shelly invented the horror genre during the romanticism movement, don’t you?”

   I shift so I’m sitting across his lap, “I’m familiar with the Romanticism Movement,” still playing with his hair, “I did convince you to sign up for ages of art and literature with me junior year.”

   Grayson laughs, hands resting on my hips, “Convinced? You begged me, Davis” 

   I close the space between us, “I don’t beg, Hawthorne,” moving to get up.

   He’s quick to stop me, practically throwing me into the plush cushions. Giggling, I try to unsuccessfully slip from his grasp; trapped beneath him. Barely containing a grin, I begin a new strategy, sliding my fingers around his sides, until I find the spot that makes him jump. Gray stifles his laugh as best he can, “Flower, what do you think you’re doing?”

   Instead of answering, I concentrate on that one spot. When he can’t hold back, the most wonderful sound bursts forth. Eyes squeezed shut, head ducked forward, squirming, and I find myself laughing with him. 

   “Please,” Gray gasps, trying and failing to find a ticklish spot of mine.

   His contagious laughter is a sound I haven’t heard in a long time. Desperate for it to continue, I dodge his hands blindly grasping for my wrists. 

   “Enough,” he holds my arms above my head, last remnants of laughter shake his form, “you’re done.”

   My laughing fit ceases when I look up. Grayson, drenched in sunlight, the honey and gold of his hair illuminated by the evening sky. Eyes smokey, almost haunting, and totally–

   “Exquisite,” I breathe

   “What’s ex–” 

   Raising my head, I connect our lips.Grayson relaxes into it, pushing my hands farther into the seat and settling himself against me. The world is reduced to nothing as I lose myself in his intoxicating kiss. He leaves slow kisses on my neck, a hand squeezing along my thigh to wrap around his. I try to reach out, to tangle my  hands in his hair, cradle his face, anything. Each time I’m met with a strong, gentle push to keep my hands still. My frustrated huff is met with Gray’s breathy chuckle before his lips are back on mine, hungry. Whining as he bites at my bottom lip. Legs around his waist, I try to pull him closer, rolling my hips up in search of something to ease my now growing frustration. A groan rumbles through his chest, his own need evident. When I grind upwards again, Grayson has my hips in a vice grip holding them still against the sofa.

   “Careful, my flower,” his face deadly serious.

   I sit up, “or what?”

   Grayson blinks, brows furrowed. His hands never leave their place tracing the skin along the waist of my shorts. I press a kiss to the corner of his mouth then along his jaw, his breaths heavy. 

   “Did you hear me, little prince,” I coo, rolling my hips again.

   He sighs, hands trailing up my spine, fingers digging slightly when I nip his jaw. “Tell me what’s gonna happen, little prince,” I mumble against his neck, working to loosen his tie. 

   “I want you go–,” Gayson licks his lips, averting his eyes.

   The beginnings of that word make my heart pound, “say it.”

   He meets my gaze, “I want you, goddess.”

   He stands without warning and leads me through one of the many hidden corridors in the house. Pressing him against the wall, I leave a trail of hot kisses to the spot behind his ear that makes him shiver. Grayson tangles his hands in my hair, tugging lightly. He whines when I step back, unbuttoning his shirt.

   “Off.” 

   He responds without hesitation, harshly pulling his arms out of the long sleeved button-down. My hands slip under the plain undershirt, his stomach muscles tensing at my touch, the fabric bunching together as it slides upward, quickly followed by my own top. He pulls me flush against him for another needy kiss, before picking me up. Grayson walks slowly towards his bed, squeezing my ass as I pepper kisses along his jaw. He turns, so I’m straddling him when he sits. He pulls my hips forward, grinding me against him, my breath hitches. Desire taking over, I rock against him, breathy moans escaping.

   “Someone’s needy,” Grayson breathes against my ear, hands running along the band of my bra,  “I wanna see you, all of you. Please.”

   The sweetness in his request pulls me back to reality, heat rising in my face when I stand, shimming out of my shorts and panties. Grayson kisses up my stomach, before pulling me to straddle his thigh. He nips at my collarbones, unclasping my bra, fingertips trailing down my arms and tossing it aside. Grayson sits back appreciating my bare form grinding against his slacks, his mouth slightly agape. 

   His hands grip my hips tightly, guiding my movements, “this feel good, flower?”

   “Mmhmm,” my mind clouds with building pleasure.

   I rest my head against his, cupping his face in my hands, eyes fluttering shut with each grind. Every motion, every thought consumed by the yearning for more; more of him. I let one hand slide down to stroke him through his slacks making him buck against me. Grayson’s fingers ghost along my soft flesh and my breath hitches when he brushes my nipple. I shudder under his touch, sighing from the combined sensations. My head falls back when he takes one into his mouth, moaning as he licks the peaked bud. I rake my hands through his hair, tugging harshly, approaching bliss. My hips stutter, elastic band tightening in my abdomen, “Grayson,” I whine. 

   Grayson’s eyes snap back to mine, dark, “say it again.” 

   Hands finding my hips again, he flexes the muscles of his thigh making me cry out from the added pressure; his name falling from my lips like a prayer. My breath comes in short gasps, catching in my throat when the band finally snaps, in blinding pleasure. Grayson pulls my hips against him, drawing it out as my thighs shake until I lean heavily against his shoulder, breathless. 

   He presses a kiss to my temple, “that was exquisite.” 

   I reach between us, feeling the shape of him. Grayson bucks his hips against my hand, before forcing himself still. I lean back to look at him, taking him by the shoulders, “we can stop, little prince.”

   “I want this. It’s just….been a minute.”

    I press a kiss to his forehead, “do you have something?”

   He smirks and we break apart for a moment. Grayson discards his boxers and fumbles through the table by his bed. My fingernails dig into his shoulders as I let myself slowly sink onto his length. 

   “Oh fuck,” Grayson moans. 

   He kisses down my chest, as I move on his length. He bites my lip, silencing the moan when he brings his thumb to circle my clit. Nibbling along my jaw and pushing me against the mattress. Mesmerized watching this abs tense and relax as he pounds into me, my hands wander over the taut planes. I nearly miss the adoration in Gray’s eyes when he lifts my chin, staring at me. He leans down for a messy kiss, my legs wrapped tightly around his waist. Grayson slows, groaning, suddenly rolling his hips at an agonizingly slow rhythm, a loud whine escapes me. Blond hair sticks to his forehead when he tucks his face against my neck, chuckling darkly. I push my hips upward, trying to meet his thrusts. He growls, sitting back and lifting them in a bruising grip. The perfect angle lets him thrust deeper until he hits the spot that has me seeing stars, gasping and grabbing at his forearms.

   Pressing my head back into the pillows, moaning, “so close, Gray.”

   My nails rake down his arms when I come undone, breath catching in a silent scream. Graysons nails dig into my waist, swearing as he loses himself in bliss, eyebrows scrunched. His hips jerk with shallow thrusts before finally stilling. “Can I just stay like this for a bit? I like how you feel around me.”

   I nod, still breathless and pull him to rest against my chest.

   “You’re perfection, little prince,” I pant, carding my fingers through his hair.

   Grayson hums in reply, tracing patterns on my chest. We lay there in silence until long after dark, before sliding apart. He catches my arm as I move to get up, light eyes pleading.

   “I’m not going far Gray,” I coo.

   Hesitantly, he lets go, watching my every move as I walk into his en suite and fill the tub. I stand in front of him, taking his hands in mine, “I’ll never leave you Grayson.”

   “Promise,” he asks.

   “Promise,” I press a kiss to his hand before leading him to sit behind me in the steaming water. 

   I lean back on his shoulder, caressing his arms wrapped loosely around mine. Savoring the closeness, Grayson presses kisses to the top of my head, murmuring sweet praises. When the water starts to cool, he wraps us in fluffy towels. Grayson reaches into the cupboard before having me sit on the edge of the tub. Vanilla and brown sugar invade my senses as he gently rubs lotion up my calf, periodically kissing along my leg.

  “Grayson, why do you have my favorite lotion in your bathroom,” I look at him expectantly.

   He moves to the other leg and slowly massages each arm, “Because I can, my flower.” He moves to pick me up, I wince when his hands graze my hips. Grayson cradles my face in his hands, panicked eyes searching mine, “Did I hurt you?”

   I grab his wrists, leaning back to see his full face, “I’m not made of glass, little prince.” 

   Satisfied, he scoops me up, pulling the covers back and unceremoniously dropping me in bed. I giggle, scooting over arms outstretched to him as he tucks the blankets around me, strong arms pulling me into his chest. “Sometimes,” I yawn, “I wish other people could see this side of you.”

 “You better not let anyone know I have a heart, flower,” Grayson kisses my forehead.

   I slowly drift to sleep, in the place where I was always meant to. No longer ships in the night, no more endless questions, just Grayson and I tangled in one another. Maybe Nash was right, in a sense, we weren’t good friends, we were home.

[bi-bard]

But I'm in the Business of Losing Your Interest - Robert Chase Imagine (House MD)

Title: But I'm in the Business of Losing Your Interest

Pairing: Robert Chase X Reader

Based On: Come Over

Word Count: 1,013 words

Warning(s): insecurities

Summary: [Season 1] Robert and (Y/n) visit (Y/n)'s parents. Something about being home- about seeing him in their home- brought forward feelings and fears that (Y/n) was certain they had buried.

Author's Note: Hey, look! Kyli wrote a piece about Robert Chase that doesn't involve roasting the shit out of him! It's a damn miracle!

STICK SEASON - NOAH KAHAN WRITING CHALLENGE MASTERLIST

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"Wow."

One word that could hold a thousand meanings based purely on the tone it was said in. I wish I had been better at discerning tone, maybe I would've avoided rambling at awkward times if I was.

Robert was visiting my family for the first time. He had met them before when I invited them out to dinner, but this was the first time he was seeing the house that I had grown up in.

The idea made my chest tight, and I truly couldn't explain why.

"I know it's not a huge place," I said quickly, eyes catching on every part of the house that looked even a bit worn. "And it's kind of in the middle of nowhere. And a bit old. My parents adore it though. They put a lot of care-"

I stopped talking when Robert reached over and grabbed my hand. I looked over at him. He was already grinning at me.

"It's nice," he promised. "Come on. Your parents are waiting for us."

My parents were standing on the porch when we got out of the car. They both walked over to greet us as we got our bags out. My mom and dad hugged me. My mom hugged Robert before my dad reached out to shake his hand. I almost rolled my eyes watching the very firm handshake.

"How was the drive," my mom asked.

"It was gorgeous," Robert commented. "Looked like a postcard."

I grinned. It did comfort me a little that he thought something like that.

"Isn't it," my mom gushed. The beauty of the nature around the house was a major part of why they had bought the property. "Well, we set up (Y/n)'s room. We don't really have the space for a guest room, but if you guys are uncomfortable then we can figure something out."

"I'm sure we'll be fine, Mom," I touched her arm. She nodded.

The two of them decided to stay downstairs to get dinner put together while Robert and I went to put our bags away.

I had to fight the urge to cringe as we walked into my childhood bedroom.

It wasn't embarrassing. Just plain. Boring.

"Look at that," Robert muttered, walking ahead of me as I shut the door. He placed his bag at the foot of my bed as he stared out the window. "You got to grow up with this view?"

I chuckled and nodded, going to place my bag next to his before sitting on the mattress.

I looked around the room.

There was that feeling again. That tightness in my chest.

I had never considered myself boring before. Not before Robert started working with Gregory House and his team.

Robert would come home almost every day with some story about some rare illness popping up, some weird thing his boss had done, or just something that seemed so... interesting.

It made my stories feel like they could never compete.

I tried to keep it from going to my head, but it was getting harder to know that I was the less interesting part of his life.

And now... being here... seeing him here was just amplifying that feeling.

I felt so plain.

The little plain room with the basic decorations. The basic grades and basic clubs. Nothing special through school, nothing special after it. I was meant to be the background character in the story. How long did I have before I had bored Robert so much that he finally left?

"(Y/n)?"

I hummed, blinking at him a few times.

"You alright," he asked. "You look a bit... lost."

I was about to nod. Nod and ignore the problem. All I had to do was say that I was fine and move on.

But I couldn't bring myself to do that.

"Do I bore you?"

"What?"

I almost immediately wanted to forget that the thought of asking had even crossed my mind.

"Why would you ask that," he stepped over. I looked down at my lap. He knelt in front of me. "(Y/n), look at me."

I looked at him albeit reluctantly.

"Why are you asking if you bore me," he asked.

"It's nothing," I mumbled, shaking my head.

"If it's enough to bother you, then it's clearly something."

"It's just..." God, I felt stupid admitting this, "You come home from work, and you talk about your interesting cases and your weird boss and it all just seems so... exciting. I just... I know that I'm not especially interesting. I... I don't know. I just think about it sometimes."

There was a pause. I could see the look in his eyes shifting as what I was saying was starting to sink in.

"I don't want to lose you because you find something or someone more exciting or thrilling."

"Hey," he said. His hand cupped the side of my face. He grinned at me. "First of all, I never could get bored of you. I don't need some exciting twist to know that you will never stop capturing all of my attention. Second of all, I would be in hell if my relationship was anything like my work, so thank you for not being like my boss."

I chuckled.

"I love you," he added. "More than I'd be able to describe."

"I mean... you could try," I muttered. Robert scoffed at me. "I love you too."

He leaned in and kissed me gently. I kissed him back happily, letting my shoulders relax and my mind clear.

I leaned back first, smiling a bit as Robert pressed a few more soft pecks to my lips before relenting and leaning back.

"I could kiss you forever," he mumbled.

I laughed and turned my head away from him.

"I don't think I meant to say that out loud."

That only made me laugh harder.

Maybe I should give myself a little more credit. Maybe I was just a bit more interesting than I let myself believe.

That's what Robert seemed to believe anyway. And who was I to question him on such a thing?

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