#things he cant say in words... well of Course i gotta see what he's really saying.

[hecksupremechips]

Girl like. The reason he said "this is how it should be" and faced death with a smile....is cuz he wanted to die. For 2 years he sat there thinking he was worthless and deserved to die. If he hadn’t be shot, his death would’ve been suicide, he was fully planning to die in a gutter somewhere undetected. When saying "this is how it should be" hes literally saying "don’t cry because I’m dying, my death is a good thing actually because I fucking suck and you are better off without me". I don’t think that’s badass even slightly, it’s actually really sad and really shitty. Shinjiro is so convinced that he deserves to die and hates the idea of anyone giving a shit about him because he literally can’t wrap his mind around the idea that he will be missed when he’s gone, that his death is a bad thing actually. And his last words were meant to be comforting because he fully did not intend for anyone to be there when he died, he intended to die alone, so he says them as a reminder that he’s not worth crying over

Personally, if it were me, if I was holding my dying best friend in my arms who was deeply depressed and suicidal and he said "this is how it should be" uh. I wouldn’t admire him for it??? Like am I losing my mind when I say the way this game handles Shinji is bad or is anyone else seeing this too 😰

[orcelito]

Passion, eh?

[literaila]

could you write a really fluffy peter Parker fic for Valentine’s Day (with banter ofc)

valentine, oh mine

tasm!peter x reader

a/n: this is not cute or fun or any of the things i aspire to be. it is painful. peter dies (he doesn’t). don’t read this.

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“will you be my valentine?”

“hello, peter,” you answer, through your toothbrush. the words are deadpan. “i’m doing well, thank you. how are you?”

“better if you answer the question.”

you laugh, letting his response linger for a moment as you try to discern where, exactly, he is. your mouth tastes like spearmint, and it would be perfect to kiss him with. even though it’s monday, and almost midnight, and he shouldn’t be here.

for a whole multitude of reasons (number one being that you know he’ll keep you awake for at least a couple of hours more).

“where are you?” you ask him, listening to ruffling and a whine from the other end.

a manly whine, he might tell you, if you could see his face and make fun of it.

“stop deflecting. you don’t wanna be my valentine?” you can hear the frown.

and then there’s a horn, signaling absolutely nothing.

you spit into the sink, and put him on speaker as you rinse.

“i’ve gotta say that this is one of the more underwhelming valentine proposals i’ve gotten. you’re not even here. instead you’re…” you drawl, “where, again?”

“this is just further proof that i’m always thinking about you,” peter tells you, recalling an argument you’d had the day prior.

about how he wasn’t paying attention to you—or the conversation you were trying to have with him about one of your coworkers—but instead, according to him, thinking about you.

which did not help his case, of course. instead you’d given him the silence treatment for three minutes while he groveled—poorly.

and you doubt that he was thinking about valentine’s day when his eyes were glued to your lips the entire time.

“again,” you tell him, trying to hide the sound of a smile in your voice, “i would rather you just listen to me. answer my question and i’ll answer yours,” you bargain.

“how’s that fair? i asked first.”

“i asked second.”

peter sighs, and there’s a brief pause where he breaks up. you mess with the sound settings to no avail. up or down, his voice is distorted.

“are you—“ his voice wonders. “i was gonna tell you—“ and then a pause. and then. “are you giving me the silent treatment again?”

“cant hear you,” you hum. “somethings wrong with your phone.”

“how do you know it’s mine?” his voice enters again, breaking back and forth. another honking, and silence as he puts himself on mute.

because you’re no fool, and you know that peter would’ve answered the question already—if only to get you to answer his—if he didn’t know that you’d scold him for it.

“cause i can hear the wind while you swing,” you tease, though swallow, your voice is aiding the anger you should feel—because your boyfriend is a liar, and a traitor and you kinda hate him.

but you’re not really angry. you haven’t seen him since he left your house at six in the morning, so that’s probably why.

“i—“ there’s a pause. and then his voice is clear again. “that’s my hairdryer.”

“are you lying to me, peter?”

“it might even be the connection,” he continues, idly. “may’s been complaining about the service but i’ve been too busy to check the box, so—“

“are you still lying to me?”

you can almost see him swallow. “…no?”

“i told you not to call me when you’re out.”

“so you never want me to call you?” he asks, mock hurt. “when i’m not out, i’m always with you. i thought you liked my phone calls, and my voice if my memory serves me. someone really liked it—“

“you know what i mean.”

“do i?”

“peter parker, unless you want me to hang up—“

“okay, okay,” there’s still no swinging. “i’m sorry.”

“no, you’re not,” you whine, sitting on your bed and listening closely so he can’t trick you again.

“i actually am this time,” he swears. “i won’t do it again. but this is a very important matter.”

“swinging while talking is basically like texting and driving, and if i was doing that i’d be getting an earful from you.”

“it’s so not the same thing. first of all, spider senses, please keep up,” he tells you, laughing. “and who am i going to hurt in the open air?”

“a pigeon,” you say, almost angrily. “they’re an endangered species, you idiot.”

“they’re definitely not.”

“okay, then, yourself. who’s going to be my valentine if you slam into a wall and crack your head open?”

peter would not look cute without his skull, you remain firm on this fact.

you can hear his smile. “i knew you wanted to be my valentine.”

“before i knew you were lying to me.”

“you lie to me all of the time,” peter argues.

your brows furrow. “when?”

“when you said that you don’t like it when i call you,” he murmurs, almost soft, still teasing. “i know you do. you miss me.���

“i miss my boyfriend,” you answer, biting back some other remark about how you don’t miss him at all—honestly, you’re trying to prove that you’re not lying. “but apparently i’m talking to a superhero.”

“oh, did i forget to mention that? must’ve slipped my mind.”

“where are you now?” you ask. “it’s quiet.”

and then there’s a tap on the wall to your right.

“peter…”

“yes?”

“is that you?”

“maybe.”

“are you kidding?” you grumble, crawling on your knees to push back the curtains and open the window. you frown as you unlatch it, hands interrupted by other ones, doing the same thing. “how long have you been sitting out here?”

“since ‘are you lying?’ i think.” he says, in a terrible impression of your voice. “it’s cold.”

you pull him in by his wrist, immediately pushing him off when he tries to land on your bed on top of you.

peter pulls his mask off, smiling at you. “hi.”

“i’m mad. go take a shower.”

his fingers tip-toe up your arm, trying to get you to shiver. “are you really?” he hums.

“yes.”

“how can i make it up to you?”

“find me a better, non-lying valentine,” you tell him, pouting as you look away.

“is this supposed to be an answer?”

“why didn’t you just wait?” you ask instead. “if you were going to come here anyway, why didn’t you ask me in person instead of being a disappointment, and breaking a rule?”

“i don’t recall signing a contract…”

you groan, sitting up and crossing your legs as you look at him. unfortunately for you, his hair has fallen over his eyes just right, and you still want to kiss him.

“take me seriously.”

“i take everything you say,” he leans in, “very seriously.”

you push his nose. “you don’t.”

“i do!” he swears, grabbing your hand. “i’m listening. tell me what’s wrong.”

he says this condescendingly, because you already told him—kind of—but he knows that if you have to repeat it, you’ll break.

“this is why they say familiarity breeds contempt.”

peter smiles. “are you feeling contemptful right now?”

you nod.

he leans again, and you cant push him away. “how can i help?”

“you can apologize.”

peter’s smile grows softer as you look at him with eyes of steel, like he finds this version of you cute. your pout and your false anger, all bundled up into one perfect package.

just for him, you suppose.

he leans in some more, “i’m sorry,” he says, softly, just brushing your lips. “i was excited.”

you purse your lips, even while his are soft and teasing against them. it feels kind of like a feather brushing your skin, like peters got his own secret form of tickling you.

teasing you, like he always does. familiarity breeds contempt, and comfort, and confusion, and…

he kisses you fully, this time. a gentle peck. “i wanted to hear your voice,” he admits. “i’m impatient. i should listen to you more.”

“right…” you whisper, with him, as your only form of acknowledgement.

“i won’t call you while i’m out, okay? or i’ll pause somewhere.”

your brows are permanently fixed together. “don’t pause. just… get some headphones, or something.” you let your lips relax, finally, and they fall against his just as a consequence. “i like your voice too,” you admit, quietly, as an afterthought.

peters smile is bashful. “like wireless ones? not sure how that would work under the mask…”

“you made the suit,” you tell him, leaning back. “you cant figure it out, genius?”

“i’ll do it for you, i guess,” he sighs, but his fingertips trace the skin on both of your arms, simply because he’s that close.

“thank you.”

“are we done fighting now?”

you frown, pushing his hands away so you can cross your arms. “no. you really asked me to be your valentine over the phone?”

peter sighs, shaking his head. “i knew i should’ve gone with the skywriting.”

“or,” you say, rhetorically, “i don’t know, maybe a box of chocolates? flowers? a quick ‘hey, will you be my valentine?’ before you left this morning?”

“that’s so lame.”

“so is asking me over the phone.”

“i was excited,” peter argues. “i wanted an answer.”

“well you didn’t get one.”

“yes i did,” he tells you, finally grabbing your arm so he can pull you on top of him (because seriously, this is unfair).

“no.”

“you said i was your valentine,” he reminds you, tilting your head up so you’re looking at him.

“you’re mine,” you tell him, rolling your eyes. “i never said i was yours.”

“wow,” peter murmurs. “that might be the worst thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“please. i called you a vermin to may the other day.”

he pouts, childishly.

“ask me nicely,” you say, after a moment.

“i did.”

“ask me nicely again.”

there’s a pause where two stubborn people meet at a head—literally, head to head—and consider the prospects of losing this battle.

but peter is softer than you are, when you tease a smile on your lips, he breaks. “will you be my valentine?”

“hmm,” you ponder, looking away. “i’ll think about it. i mean, there’s a lot of options to choose from.”

peter bites your nose in retaliation and the two of you laugh until you’re dizzy

*

[onskepa]

Anon again with new idea I have been thinking of.

So what about neteyam x human fem reader where she shows him her outfits and makes a fashion show for him (yk just for fun). Neteyam is just amazed with her style and find it a bit strange but he still finds her adorable with her posing and twirling and stuff.

Hello! I gotta admit, to me at least, this was cute to write about! hope you enjoy!

Eyes on me

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Fyolup

It was a long day for neteyam, between training, scolding his brother, and going on raids with his father. He was wiped out. despite how busy he can be, he will always have time for his sweet mate.

He darling human mate who lives with the others in the base, he would always make time for her. She was a breathe of fresh air. Always making his days conclude with kisses, hugs and loving words. He enjoys everything about her and would refuse to hear anything negative when it comes to his mate.

Well, technically, they aren't mated yet, however, they are in the processing of courting. Have been together for 2 years and neteyam thinks its time to take it seriously.

He arrives in the base, doing the needed procedure and wears his breathing mask. He hates it really, but cant complain. Because of it, he understands more the needed safety when his beloved walks outside and wears her mask.

It was night, so every other human was in their rooms asleep or doing something else. So quietly neteyam goes to his beloved's room. Being one of the few girls in the base has its perks, she has one of the bigger rooms. Especially when na'vi come in to visit.

He opens the sliding door and to see his dear one wearing something. "Yawne?" he calls out to her, she jumps a bit, startled. "neteyam! you scared me!" she giggles. Neteyam smiles warmly as he goes to her and hugs her tightly. "I'm sorry, what are you wearing?" he takes a good look at her. She was wearing a bright long cloth that covered her body excluding her arms and neck. His beloved smiles and makes a little twirl. "do you like it? it is a summer dress", neteyam tilts his head in confusion and curiosity. "a summer.....dress??" he repeats, his beloved smile and explains to him that for humans, to adapt to different climates they wear different clothing to fit that climate. Neteyam was very intrigued by it, "can you show me more? I want to see you in all of your people's clothing" he tells her. His beloved was a bit surprised. She know of the na'vi clothing and choice of style they wear, which is drastically different from how humans see clothing.

"r-really....?" she blushes, getting excited to show him all of the clothing she has. Neteyam smiles as his tail wags in happiness, "yes, I want to see my yawne in everything". So, she does that.

She performs a little fashion show for him, her number one audience. Wearing different dresses, varying in colors, patterns, and the flow of the dress. But, dresses wasn't the only thing she present for him, wearing shorts and tank tops, button up shirts, but neteyam's favorite were the bikini styles. He enjoy seeing her body in the natural way. Flawless was her skin, soft to touch and smooth to feel. Far different from how his skin feels, tough and firm.

Seeing his mate wearing various clothes made him appreciate her more. She was just too beautiful! and he come to enjoy some of the clothing she displayed for him. Anything that has blue or yellow. Like the yellow summer dress with green leaves decorated on them. Or the blue dress with star patters on them. She looked better in blue he personally thinks.

Of course neteyam would praise her in every outfit she wears. "That is all of them" his beloved says, neteyam gets up and pulls her in his embrace. "You look beautiful in every one your clothing, it is interesting how vastly different you humans perceive clothing". He kisses her on top of her head, then cheeks, then on her soft petal lips.

"stay with me?" she asks him, he smirks and nods, still wearing the blue white dotted dress that neteyam has come to favor, they lay on her bed to sleep, ending the day.

Yawne = beloved

Fyolup = exquisite, sublime in style

that is all for this fic! Tell me what ya think!

[fizziepopangel]

"Ain't the Romantic Type"

* Author's note: Heyyyyyy everyone! I'm back with another fic, and let me just say that I'm really excited about this one because I'm honestly pretty proud of it. I hope everyone enjoys it as much as I do!

p.s. As always, you can always use the Fic Request Form to request something specific, and be sure to keep an eye out for part two of this fic since it'll be coming soon!😋❤️

“He just ain't the romantic type….” The words rang in Husk's mind as he stood in front of the mirror in Angel's room, adjusting his jacket for what he knew must've been the millionth time. He felt ridiculous; he hadn't been dressed up like this since he sold his soul, and after having gotten used to his usual attire, it felt wrong for him to be all dressed up.

Lost in his reflection, he almost hadn’t noticed Fat Nuggets by his feet with a worried expression. “Oink!" Fat Nuggets bumped his head gently against the hell cat's leg.

"What's wrong?” Husk stared at the pig, who didn't do much but stare back at him. "Don't look at me like that! You think I don't know I look fuckin’ ridiculous. I know it!” The pig snorted softly, bumping Husk’s leg again. " Look, I ain't got time for your pig crap right now, Angel’s gonna be back soon and I gotta make sure everything is perfect so… I don't know, go do whatever it is pigs do.”

Rather than leaving, the little pig sat down, oinking and snorting again. Husk groaned, annoyed as he leaned down to look at the little creature.  “Look, I’m gonna level with you, Nuggets, I gotta do this for Angel. Ok, so I need you to shut up and be supportive.” When the pig just stared at him, oinking in a way that sounded like he was almost annoyed himself. “He deserves this, right? You know he deserves this so just behave yourself tonight.”

Before the pig could make his oink-y little argument, the pair heard the keys jingle in the door. Husk immediately straightened up, fixing his nice jacket again and grabbing the bouquet of flowers he’d left on the coffee table beside the nice meal he had prepared for them, taking his place in front of the door quickly and putting on a smile just in time to see Angel open his door.

Angel steps into his room looking ragged, his bag from the club in his hand. It had been a shitm night, filled with more abuse from Valentino than usual, and a mess of men who did horrible things to him. He just wanted to go home and wash off the blur of the night before curling up in bed and hopefully getting some sleep… But as he turned around, he was met with Husk, smiling in his dress jacket with a bouquet of pink red and pink roses as he stood in front of a nice little candlelit meal on the coffee table. Angel stared at the sight in front of him, his lip trembling before tears began streaming down his face.

Husk was thrilled at first, his pride swelling until he realized that those tears were turning to sobs as he watched as his boyfriend sank to his knees in front of him. The proud smile he wore just moments before quickly turned to a look of horror.

 

“Angel? Babe, what’s wrong?” Husk did his best to keep the panic out of his voice, but he was terrified. He had talked to the sappiest person he knew (Charlie of course), and he had done hours of research online to make this night as romantic and perfect as he could, and as he glanced back at the scene he had set behind him, worried. “Did I do something wrong? Is…is this not romantic enough?”

Sobbing was the only response Husk got.

Fat Nuggets squealed and oinked, running to his owner and nuzzling into him in an attempt to comfort him.

“I can’t do this!” Angel sobbed raggedly. “I can’t, I can’t, I cant!”

Husk’s heart nearly stopped at the words. He and Angel had been dating for nearly a year and a half and he had thought everything was going well; decent dates, good sex, and amazing conversations and he had been trying his damndest not to fuck this up because he always seemed to fuck up the good relationships he landed himself in; always ended up hurting good people…. He took a breath, trying to keep himself from sinking deeper into that pit of panic. He knew he wouldn’t be any good to Angel if he started spiraling too.

“Angelcakes?” Husk’s gruff voice is gentler than he usually spoke, though it still shook slightly as he took a step toward his sobbing partner, a hand outstretched in an offering of comfort. “Angelcakes, baby, can you–”

“Don’t fucking touch me!” The scream that ripped from Angel’s throat was almost guttural and he scrambled away from his boyfriend’s touch, recoiling as if he were disgusted by the thought of being in his arms despite the spider demon’s usual love for physical affection. 

In an act of defense, Fat Nuggets placed himself in front of his beloved owner, staring at Husk as if daring him to come closer… But Husk just stood there, frozen as his boyfriend cowered away from him, trembling and sobbing so hard he could hardly breath. And that the scene everyone walked into when Vaggie slammed the door open….

Read the next part here: Part 2

[miloluvzyouu]

hullooo, do you mind writing anything for fang? preferably sumthing like friends to lovers. and it gotta be very silly too!! (you cant skip the silly, it is a must!!! /j)

ty! :3

Eeeeekk!! I’ve been waiting for a request for Fang! I enjoyed writing this hehe ^_^!

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FANG X READER!

You and Fang have been buddies for a while now! You guys are currently entering the movie theater to watch the newest kung fu movie! (Also slight spice warning ahead!!)

F: “Heyy!! Y/N there you are!” Fang walked up to you, both of you have been planning to watch this movie for months now ever since the trailer came out

Y/N: “Oh!- haha hey!” You chuckled and pat his back, your gaze turned to the popcorn machine, getting an idea

“Wanna mess with the popcorn machine?” You giggled and pushed him to the popcorn machine

F: “Wait wait!! Maisie is right there, I don’t want her getting mad at me for breaking it again..” He pouted playfully

Y/N: “You’re no fun…” You nudged his shoulder

“Well, wanna JUST get popcorn? No messing around?”

F: “mmm.. sure!” He walked by your side, looking at your hands, he wanted to hold them so badly, they looked so delicate and gentle but quickly snapped out of it when he smelt the popcorn

“Is that butter I smell??” He smiled and grabbed your hand to lead you to the popcorn machine

“Okay, I held their hand.. I don’t think they mind!” He thought to himself

You stared down at him holding your hand and blushed slightly at the sight, you then looked up trying to ignore the feeling

Y/N: lI’ll be getting some other snacks okay? You get the popcorn we both like!” You smiled and walked to the snack bar

“Did he really mean that hand hold?.. Ahah..” You daydreamed into your mind, and looked at the snacks infront of you

“Which one would he like best?..” you mumbled to yourself, you grabbed some chocolate for both of them and headed back

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Y/N: “where is he..” you looked around, seeing him head to the theater room

“Heyy where are you going?” You quickly ran up to him

F: “It’s about to start!! Cmon!!” He smiled and opened the door for you

Y/N: “Thanks” You smiled and found your guys’ seat

You both sat down and only talked to ask each other questions. After a while you zoned out and felt Fangs hands on yours

“Oh!-“ You squeaked quietly and looked at him, he was avoiding your face but he was smirking.

“Holy shit.. haha-“ you whispered to yourself internally, the movie was already over while you were lost in your thoughts

F: “Hey! Cmon movies over” He tugged your hand lifting you up slightly

Y/N: “right right sorry” you smiled nervously, his hand still holding yours, you both walked out of the theater into the parking lot. It was early night time, around 9pm, you were really quiet. Not saying a word

F: “What’s up? You flustered?” He teased and held you closer to him

Y/N: “Do you.. like me? Like.. like like me?” You questioned, finally meeting his gaze after a while

F: “Why would I be doing this if I didn’t?” Fang laughed and kissed the top of your head “Okay but in all seriousness I want you be your boyfriend, not anyone else’s.” He led you to his car, opening the door for you.

Y/N: “Hey, what about my car?-“ Fang cut you off

F: “You’ll only be in here for a while, it’s not like im driving off with you.” He laughed and ruffled your hair.

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UM,,, you guys can probably see where this is going!.. if you don’t wanna ready a steamy make out typa thing I guess the story ends for you here lol.. but if you do!! I’m glad to be writing this.. meheheh

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Fang pulled you and himself to the backseat of his car, he paused for a second before asking

F: “..You alright with this?” (Consent matters :3)

Y/N: “I-I mean with you? Of course..” you stuttered out, your eyes avoiding his.

F: “This is sudden.. it’s just that I can’t hold it in.. I love you and I wanna show you how much I do.. okay?” He ran his fingers through your hair and kissed down your neck

Y/N: “hngh..” You whimpered out, feeling his hot breath on your now sensitive neck was driving you insane

Fang sucked on the skin of your neck, trying to find that one spot that would drive you crazy..

Y/N: “ah!-“ He found it. He let out a small chuckle and sucked that part teasingly, his tongue moving around on it, his lips making contact with your neck again while his hands ran up and down your hips.

He lifted your head up to meet his and kissed your lips, his hot breath entering your mouth as he bit down on your lip lightly, his tongue traced the edges of your lips before he found your tongue touching his. He brought his hands up to your cheeks and held them as he continued making out with you, occasionally let out soft groans into your mouth, you squirmed a bit out of pleasure, your knee accidentally bumping into his.. well.. now excitement. Your breath hitched, it wasn’t long until Fang pulled away

F: “gosh.. I couldn’t get enough of you..” he chuckled and felt your knee on his excitement

“Haha, I would but we’re in public..maybe next time okay love?” Fang kissed your forehead leaving you underwhelmed but happy

Y/N: “I love you-“

F: “I love you too..”

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I LOVED WRITING THISS

[fadedmunson]

all apologies | o. isaac

pairings ; oscar isaac x gn!reader (no use of y/n)

summary ; you do something that you know you shouldn't have done, now you're facing the consequences

genre ; reader doing something kinda dumb, slightest bit of angst, and then all comfort ^^ kinda established relationship already

notes ; 1 curse word !! im not very good at writing and english is not my first language, thank you for understanding

wc ; 🤷‍♀️, not proofread !!

the hot, blistering sun was making your skin all sticky but thank god for this pool

"c'mon dude, just do it!" your friends egged you on

"i mean whats the worst that could happen?" one of them asked

"well, im sooo glad you asked! because i could hurt myself and ruin oscars mural, he just painted it i would never forgive myself." just thinking about it made you shiver

the pool party was a pretty cute and small gathering. only your friends and oscars were at this party and since you shared most of the same friends, it blended together really well

the only problem was how intimate and cozy your shared place could be with more than 10 people in it

"you only live once and it would be really cool! we'll get it on video and everything. the murals kinda far from the pool. I also thought oscar didn't really like the mural all that much. some water wont hurt it." one of your friends comments analytically.

that stupid reasoning is why you were now at the top of this diving board counting down to three

THREE ! god, WHAT am i doing with my life

TWO ! this won't make so much of a mess? right? i thi-

ONE ! SWEET BABY JESUS I CANT BREATHE

you take a leap of faith and jump right into this pool

SPLASH !

you don't know the water goes everywhere but you're pretty content with how steady your position and posture was while diving

you don't see the look on your friends faces that say 'fml' and 'oh... no..'

the mural was still wet and with the amount of water that splashed on it, the whole thing was ruined

and of course, right on time, oscar walks into the backyard

"thought i heard someo- " the smile on his face is immediately fading and being replaced with a blank stare

"oh my god," you don't know what to do in your frantic state "babe im so sorry i had no idea-" you try to talk to him but he pushes away almost too quickly and goes back inside

you just stand there, a cold and anxious feeling waving over you

you breathe in and then out, calm down and give him space, everything will be ok

you grab a towel, dry of a little, and take your sandals to go inside

the party is semi quiet, only being filled with small conversations and music through the speakers

before entering through the door entirely, you move your head to peak outside

"delete that video!" you shout to one of your friends who you know pressed rec.

as you're fluffing and drying off your hair, you try looking for oscar, not knowing he's fully slumped on the couch, just staring into nothingness

you're just worried for what you've done to this poor guy :,(

"oscar, honey, you gotta look at me please." you find and sit next to his motionless state and comb your hand through his hair while the other hand is caressing his face features

he doesn't say anything and doesn't even acknowledge your presence, ouch

"oh baby, im so sorry i did that. i knew it was a bad idea and im not sure why i still did it." you're quick to apologizing and you're now overthinking everything you did tonight

you're severely overwhelmed and have no idea what to say in this situation

all you can do is rest your face into his neck and press the smallest kisses there, making your way up to his jawline, then his cheek, his nose, and his head

you won't stop peppering these tiny kisses and you can see a little smile ghosting his features

you love the way he smells, the strongest smell of his cologne is all you can smell right now.

it's strong, a sandal wood and clean scent, it's so comforting to you right now

"stop you're tickling me now" he begins to lightly giggle and softly push you back a bit

you're both just laughing at each other until the laughter dies down and you fully apologize to him

"if i knew what would've happened, i would have never even step foot on that diving board" you look into his eyes with all the seriousness you could muster up

he just looks at you with softened and sad eyes "y'know, i was starting to like the mural a bit actually."

you're heart shatters into a million pieces (for the second time today) great, you feel like utter shit now

you feel like curling into a ball and crying as of right now, and he can tell, but you're here to console him

you see tears swell up in his eyes and you're quick to kiss his eyes and move onto his lap, your lips just inches away from his

"i don't deserve you, at all. there aren't enough apologies in the world to make up for hurting the most attractive person on earth" you poke at him a bit and just rest your forehead on his

he immediately moves your forehead off and wraps his hands on your waist as he leans in for a sweet, looooong kiss.

its warm, you taste the lukewarm beer he had around an hour ago, but it makes you smile into him

you end the kiss with a little peck on his lips and tilt your head to the side

"forgive me?" you pout a little

"i guess so," he sarcastically says but flips you on your back to trap you in his arms for another kiss

"hey!" you yelp while giggling

"i love you so much." you mumble into the kiss

"mmmmhm," he breathes into you "i love you so much more, mi querida."

[dreamychuu]

Accidentall text!

- What will they do if you accidentally send a text about them!?

Req -> ☆ | hc + scenario | word count : 932

Warning : none, (maybe teasing on rei's)

info = : gn!reader , "!" Era Set on izumi, sanbaka mentioned,fluff, ✿ : your friend ☆ : you.

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Izumi sena

↳ - i think he would be shocked but at the same time was "duh i am" When the rambling is about his beauty

his heart actually flutter a bit (will not admit it)

He either will answers the text or just approach you just right then.

Or maybe both?

Before he approach you, he will screenshot the text first so he can always treasure the text if someday you delete the text.

if he's feeling like it he will say thank you.

Maybe ask you to maybe hang out with him sometimes (its a date invitation).

Will act like it doesnt affect him but it does!

If you apologize to him first and promise to delete the text he will say its okay

-

As you were walking towards your friends class, you saw some 3 graders there.

It was the sanbaka : Kaoru, chiaki , and last but not least izumi sena.

He was just standing there watching two of his friends kaoru and chiaki chatting with each other.

Your hurt flutter seeing him. he look so beautifull as always, you then pull out your phone and Saw that your friend texted you.

✿ [friend] : "[name] where are you?"

☆ [you] : "I just saw izumi!!! He look so beautifull!! I cant believe someone like him exist, it feels like he's getting more gorgeous than ever day by day !! He so perfect Do you think if i buy him a shiny ring would he wear it??"

The text was followed by more rambles about izumi, after you finished you look towards the sanbaka again but you didnt expect izumi to look towards his phone.

and was typing something? While blushing..? What is he doing?

You then take a look at your phone again and Saw a notification from izumi. As you tried to process what just happend, you then realized that you send it to izumi instead of your friend.

You start to panic while directly staring at your phone, and didn't realize that someone was approaching you, You then feel someone suddenly poked your shoulder as you turn your Head and Saw that person was Izumi Sena himself.

well, you wish you were strong enough to talk to him.

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Kaoru hakaze

↳ - i hc him as a loser for love , he would be speechless

Will be flustered

Did not expect that text really

he gotta be giggling and kicking his feet when he saw that especially if he like you so much 

if we're talking about "!" kaoru I think he would approach you but "!!"  Kaoru no he would NOT approach you until he's ready

i think he would sutter a bit due to nervousness? 

if you delete the text right after he approach and act like nothing happened he would be more emmbarassed

Trying to act cool but failed (gl next time hakaze loser kaoru)  

-

an ordinary day goes by just like usual.

having casual talk with Kaoru just like everyday, but unfortunately you have a habit that i might said a bad one. 

namely it because you always texting your friends about things related to Kaoru and yourself in detail!

usually between how he looks today , of course prettier as always and could also be about what you two are talking about.

and on that you immediately text your friend about it without you realizing you sent it to kaoru instead of your friend , but you had already turned off your phone to even realized. 

and when he read it he turn embarrassed.

Beacuse of that whenever you guys passed each other , as you greeted him he will answered shyly.

making you confused and immediately open your phone to chatted your friend about it.

but after you opened your phone you realized that it turned out the ramble that you wanted to send to your friend was instead sended to him.

If you feel embarrassed too then you guys might not talk for a few days but if you don't really care about that and keep talking to him he might pass out (in good way dont worry)

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Rei sakuma

↳ - i dislike him sm (denial) 

Okay i don't think he will be Flustered

but he do will smile and stare at his phone for a long time that the person who pass by him was like "what is wrong with this guy"

Will approach you and talk about it if he or you have time

Will not rush it tho he doesnt like rushing

Oh? You tought he doesnt know how to screenshot well to bad for you he learned how to do it probably from kaoru or koga

Will tease you with that text of course. 

like maybe one day you Were mad at him and said

"you're un-attractive or something but he disagree wuth your statement saying "i dont think so" while showing the text you send about how gorgeous he is.

-

maybe it was when he was in the library when he was looking for a book he got a notification from his phone that made him smile like an idiot.

And before he answered the text he obviously screenshot it.

It might can be used in something...

he typed a reply with a "oh? really (*´˘`*)-?"

As he smiles and thought it was kinda cute when he suddenly got a text about how Gorgeous he is.

you apologized and typed that you sent it to the wrong person but whatever you say he already saw it.. He already know

he already saw it.. He already know

He teased you about it making you flustered and dont open your phone of a while after that

he stopped chuckling after being reprimanded by tsumugi who told him that people are calling him scary for silently standing in the corner of the selves while smiling like an idiot.

[bonnvivre]

A Funny Thing- Ch 22 word dump

shortening the title cus it’s a pain to write over and over, full title in the tags, link to chapter below cut (as if ppl other than the author themselves will look at this but hey)

very much a word dump i have no idea what’s going on below this cut it’s 4am im tired

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i read every single chapter out loud to myself- i like to pretend i’m an english teacher reading the assigned story of the quarter to their students and then i give an oscar worthy performance with the dialogue

ALSO GOSUKU TAG HAS BEEN ADDED FOLKS WOOOOOOOOOOOOO

yeah dr sato as you should lmao honestly i’d dedicate my entire work hours to these two mfs

“After all, she has a feeling their story is still far from over. Who knows what else may be lurking beneath the surface.” girl this is 16 yrs of LORE of course it’s not over 😭 they got BAGGAGE

4 yrs old, born 2007, we’re at 2011 now, gojo is around 22 yrs old (note for me)

OH RIGHT YUUJI WAS MANIFESTED THRU MAGIC LMAO OFC HE DOESNT HAVE DOCUMENTS

“Yuuji doesn’t have a last name.” A

oh my gkd giggling sukuna having beef w the cheater, got into indoor cycling just to best her love that for him 

also love chismosa ‘kuna, telling gojo abt the tea, kettle and all, even giving him a real time show 

“In a feat of superhuman strength-“ LMAO

god im cryimg are those full coherent sentences ??? OJ GODKM GONSN FCRUY AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA YUUJIIIIIIIIIII a hundred billions hours oh ur so silly

teehee their son, our son, such subtle changes in the writing but it says so much 🥹

AWHSGAFAHAGDIS I KNEW HE WAS GONNA GET THE ITADORI SURNAME IM SO HAPPY FOR WASUKE HE DESERVES HIS SURNAME TAKEN BY HIS GRANDSON OH THE JOY 

god im sorry i just bursted out laughing while i was reading i couldnt help but think of the memes WHAHSDJ dad i frew up 

damn he didn’t return the handshake that’s actually so crazy

YUUJI THROWS UP ON HIS DESK OH SHITTF AAAAAAAA DESERVED SCREW YOU PRINCIPAL IVE BEEN GIVING A SINISTER BRITISH ACCENT TO

i initially thought it was mainly about sukuna’s “tattoos” that the first two schools were wary about, but i forget that, to others, they’re a queer family and definitely back then, it still wasn’t socially accepted. not sure why it didn’t cross my mind, especially with a conservative country like japan, but i’m glad there’s some light to it as a part of the challenges they go through while navigating their relationship and their lives.

HELLO WE’RE NOT JUSY GONNA BRUSH OVER THE FACT THAT THERE WAS A SECOND TIME THEY KISSED WITHIN THOSE 4 YEARS WTF DID I FORGET THIS ???? (after chapter note: OK COOL I WASNT FORGETTING THINGS LMAO oh please i gotta see what this infamous incident may be pleaseeeeeeee)

oooooooh the romance is really slow cooking goodness my favorite om nom nomnomnom

ohhhhhh my heart….what are you doing to me, weiserr……wholesome cute family moment…….my cause of death indeed

AWWWW AN ADMINISTRATIVE BODY THAT ACTUALLY CARES FOR THEIR STUDENTS’S WELL BEINGS LETS GOOOOOOO

after chapter thoughts:

MY MOM HAS A PELOTON BIKE TOO AHAHAHAHA LOVE MORE OF ‘KUNA IN HIS MOM ERA

imagine if they came across toji dropping off megumi at school or smth (yknow if mamaguro is still alive and their lives are good), i cant even imagine the animosity gojo and sukuna would have towards him

“heyyyy guys sorry i tried to kill you and your son back then crazy times huh”

his new friend is junpei bet (watch me be wrong)

[crunchesloudly]

Posted here

-Snippet for my current Ethubs season 7 WIP-

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Recently, because of Grian and Scars nuptials Bdubs has been thinking about marriage and weddings a lot more. Never letting himself daydream for more than a few minutes, forcing himself to shake the thoughts away as quickly as they would show up. He thought that now that the wedding had passed and the newlyweds were offserver on their honeymoon that Bdubs would finally have a few weeks of peaceful non-wedding oriented discussions with his fellow hermits but of course Tango and Impulse cannot help themselves.

He stays in his seat within the Boomers shop feeling sorry for himself for what felt like only a few minutes but when a bell chimes on the door downstairs he's broken from his haze. He checks his clock seeing that an hour has gone by. He raises his hands to his face only to notice a wetness he wasn't aware of before. When had he started crying? Quickly wiping the tears away, a voice calling his name prompts him to move.

“Bdubs! Baby you here?”

Etho.

Collecting himself as much as possible, Bdubs makes his way down the stairs into the main section of the shop. Etho greets him with a wide smile moving swiftly towards him and engulfing him in a hug. Bdubs melts into it immediately.

“Hey baby, how was your meeting? Get everything sorted?”

They pull back from each other slightly though, Etho keeps his hands around his waist, holding him close.

“Good, we got everything planned out just gotta do it now. How about you? Make any progress?”

The conversation shifts to Etho and his base production, Bdubs listens intently taking in every word Etho says, his mind shifting away from its previous thoughts, filling instead with present feelings of the comfort and security Etho gives him. Even if it sometimes feels incomplete.

Eventually they break apart and Etho suggests they go and make something to eat, it's at this moment Bdubs stomach rumbles reminding him that he hadn't eaten anything since breakfast, he is quite hungry. Etho grasps his hand and they leave the shop, walking hand in hand through the shopping district, towards the main nether portal by city hall.

They make their way to Bdubs base, hastily putting together a meal and mirroring their positions from earlier in the day across from each other at the table. Bdubs isn't really in the mood for talking anymore, choosing to keep his head down and eat in silence.

He doesn't want to ruin what they have. He just wishes things could be only slightly different.

A ring on his finger, a new title, that's all it is.

He cant bring it up , cant voice his inner monologue begging him to share. He can't lose Etho. Having him how he does is better than losing him over something as cynical as wanting to get married.

He'll be fine. He’ll get over it.

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I hope you liked this! It’s a little Christmas treat I suppose 😁😁

This will be up some time after Christmas. I have about 1.5K rn knowing me it’ll probably be anywhere from 3-5K when it’s done. I will post it on ao3 then and update this post with a link as well as making a new post for it.

[thehypnone]

Can you give advice on storywriting? I love the idea of it but I cant do it properly?

Struggling with wording and like how to make each character their own/how to make a well written character??

Aandd how do I know what information to keep and what to tell? I always rush to tell things and I struggle with "show dont tell"

And pacing lmao😭 I dont know how to pace my stories well

You seem to be really good and I read your book (I litterally.. tried to learn polish for the sake of reading it lmao;;; its so good) and a few of your stories too.. any tips would be appreciated

first of all, oh my gosh, I'm literally honoured hshshsh you tried to read my book??? gonna break down right here pleaseee thank you😭

okay I'll try to get to it as well as I can, I hope it'll help at least a bit. you can always message me or send more asks <3 under the cut because its long

making the character be good, have a personality that's actually theirs is probably the hardest thing in writing. it's a bit easier in fanfiction than original work because you see them acting on stage and you see the headcanons so you have a base for it, let's say. but it's still hard. id say there are three ways of approaching this. going off vibes, projection and careful scheming and planning.

going off vibes would be just "okay he does on stage that, so i think he'd act like that off stage", pretty simple, going mostly with your guts yk

projection can go a long way. two ways actually. you can write a character that similar to you or you can write a character that is something you're lacking. of course you can mix it all, but thats the best i can describe it. my rain is me, my dew is me, my swiss and mountain is what i wish i had. caeril is me, neithan is me, etc.

careful scheming and planning is also a good way but if done wrong the character is not gonna feel real, its gonna be dry and just fake. what i mean by that is finding a character sheet with physical characteristics as well as personality traits and thinking it all over, carefully planning what you want the character to be. i myself don't do that, it feels too... artificial for me. if used correctly, tho, it can really slay because then the character can be very well thought over

you gotta try different things, u dont have to write a big 10k word fic right away. you can if you want of course but id say start with one shots, make them your character sheets. do some character study, create them and then put them into a biger picture. it takes time and practice, as evereything

the thing with show dont tell is also a thing of practice. theres no rules as to what info you should keep and what is unneccessary. show dont tell doesnt mean just show, never tell. telling isn't wrong, but writing should put the reader's brain to work, they should be seeing what you saw when you were writing. the best way to do this is basing on the senses. when writing a sentence and you doubt if its necessarry, ask yourself "okay if i was a reader what does this sentence give me? does it give me anything? what senses does it influence? does it help me paint the scene in my brain?". gotta go with feeling and overtime youlll find the perfect balance between showing and telling descriptions and that'll be your style. i make my works pretty descriptive and easy to imagine for the readers because i started with tolkien. i aspired to be like him which is of course impossible but slivers of his writing style can be seen in mine. one of those slivers is rich descriptive imagery

pacing the stories is also really hard. main rule is to not make it boring, but how to achieve it? lmao its not that easy fr. if you do an oneshot you can keep a standard introduction-main part-conclusion structure. first paint the situation, paint the place where this is happening. main part should be the longest, this is what IS your work, the most important thing. conclusion can be slow and short. tell the reader how the main part of the text changed something from the introduction, just nicely close it out. of course you dont have to, we love open endings but this is the easiest thing, id say

with bigger fics, multichapter, go wild. introduction is important but you dont have to put in on the beginning. you can start mysteriously and explain what the fuck its about in te 3rd chapter or even at the very end. build some tension but also give the reader a moment to breathe. the longer the text the more possibilieties you have but overdoing it is not good either, plan it, sketch a storyline. as everything, its a thing of practice and finding your style

and doing all that never forget about the technical bits. good story that has a terrible formatting automatically becomes a worse story because its not nice to look at. learn the proper ways to format a dialogue, work on punctuation, dont forget to capitalize (says me without a single capitalized letter and the worst grammar punctuation and typos in this whole post lmao im trying to type it in quickly sorry). dont be afraid of clicking enter, make space. formatting can also be helful in building tension, short sentences do that. you can highight an information by putting the sentecne with it alone in a line. a lot of things, also style, but you still should keep to the actual rules. treat your work as something great, dont do it half assed. treat it like it'd be supposed to be published, yk?

okay im done this is so long ugh i hope anything here is at least a bit understandable sorry but also if u or anyone have any more questions feel free to hit the ask box/dms hehehe

[mischiefmaker615]

Senpai

Summary: *requested* your an anime weeb cosplaying to attend your first con- what happens if you run into your boyfriend..

Rating: PG

You quickly closed the door behind you before your fingers moved to practically rip your uniform off. You have been waiting practically forever for this day to come and you weren’t going to waist a single moment still in your SHIELD uniform when you could be finally putting on your cosplay and making your way to anime con. Luckily it was just down the street from the tower this year so you were already yelling down the halls for Jarvis to call a cab by the time you reached your bedroom. And the best part was: the character you were dressing as- Albedo from Overlord- already had black wings ironically like yours! It was probably why it was one of your favorite animes because it made you feel more relatable.. minus the violence of course.  Having already gotten your bag ready the night before, you already were getting your costume on that almost hugged your body just as well as your own work jumpsuit. Thank goodness you had tried it on before hand for it to fit considering breathing in this thing for the whole weekend might have dampened your mood a little bit. Once your hair was already set after placing the horns on your head, make up in place and bag in hand, you would have kept on time if you hadn’t have run into your boyfriend- Loki!

Here’s the thing, no one, not even he knew the extent of your life outside of work. True you were still new lovers, but even the team who housed under the same roof was shut out of your private life.. maybe because your weeb life style got a bit made fun of back in the day. Considering you thought for the most part the tower was empty for the day and planned on sneaking out, your wings fluffed in anticipation and fear when your man turned with annoyance to see who had rammed into him. ‘’by all the nine realms would you- Y/N!?’’ his words were cut short with his eyes widening by the sight of you.  You were pretty proud at your cosplay.. but people you personally knew, let alone your boyfriend suddenly made you feel extremely embarrassed and your arms immediately covered yourself with your mouth trying to explain as fast as you could ‘’I’m just going to this fan expo and most people dress up as characters and I didn’t think I was going to run into anyone and I’m sorry for bumping into you and- will you quit s-staring??”’ you stammered as his expression lost its shock with extreme interest, his eyes raking up and down your frame with a sly smile spreading against his lips. ‘’darling, I have no idea what half that sentence meant but why haven’t you done this before?? You are absolutely gorgeous!’’ he exclaimed as his hands moved to your waist, running over your frame as he stepped closer hungrily and redness crept over your cheeks.  ‘’its only for the weekend.. people who enjoy the same shows and movies gathering now and again together to hang out, dress as characters, buy things- pretty much this whole festival thing..’’ you say sheepishly, a giggle escaping as his fingers pressed accidently at your tickle spots on your sides and he took your hands in his with a smile. ‘’I knew you enjoyed reading those.. backwards novels and those.. high pitched cartoons but I didn’t know you were practically worshipping the hobby..’’ ‘’I wouldn’t say that,’’ you laugh ‘’but I do really enjoy them- but I gotta catch my cab, I’ll be back in a few hours-‘’ you warn him but his hands remain on yours at the very mention of you leaving him. ‘’why don’t I go with you love? If you are to be wearing this, I cant have those mortals drinking up free glances without them knowing you are taken’’ he suggested, his eyes very rarely meeting yours as his hands catch your waist again, his thumbs gently stroking the exposed skin on your hips as you bit your lip. ‘’your not even into this stuff- you barely like watching the tv as it is-‘’ ‘’if I would have known it would be leading up to this type of.. entertainment, I would have been more open to it’’ he smirked, his eyes piercing yours a moment before his hand gently ran across one of your horns as if to see if they were actually real; making you more proud at your work.  ‘’mm  suppose we could try to see if we could get you a ticket upon getting there..’’ you think out loud before taking his hand so your horns wont fall of your head and you giggle before giving him a serious tone ‘’but I don’t want you giving anyone looks,’’ ‘’I don’t-‘’ ‘’or calling anything of any sort stupid-‘’ ‘’that was one ti-‘’ ‘’orrr trying to pull me away every two seconds. We.. do a lot of that hear-‘’ you warn him, your voice quiet as if someone was around as your cheeks redden at that thought before returning your gaze to his ‘’I want this to be purely fun and educational for you only. Plus some authors are going to be there and would hate to miss-‘’ ‘’alright darling, I promise,’’ Loki chuckled and cupped your cheeks ‘’I’ll be following your lead and be on my best behavior.’’ He promised and gently kissed your lips before taking your hand for you to lead the way.

~~~

You stumble into your room finally before throwing your purse to the side- of course setting your new merch much more carefully down- and Loki following close behind as you both sigh from the exhausting day. ‘’and that was only the first day?’’ Loki questioned as he popped down on your bed tiredly- magically perking up when he noticed you preparing to undress. ‘’second day is tomorrow- usually there’s new items, people dressed up, celebrities and authors, etc’’ you explain and remove the horns from your head finally and push your hair out of your face. Noticing Loki watching you, you purposefully turned your back and slowly began to undress as you spoke ‘’your welcome to join again but I plan on getting there as early as I can to milk the tickets..’’ ‘’right..’’ Loki said, distracted as he tried to listen as you pull the outfit down and carefully slip your wings out before it could fall completely to the floor but he tried to keep the conversation going so you ‘wouldn’t notice’ his eyes ‘’and um.. remind me again what this.. sub and dub is..’’ Now in only your undergarments, you slowly walk to your wardrobe, eyes on it only as you pretend you look through at what you wish to wear, hiding a smirk as you feel his eyes on you from behind ‘’sub is if you wish to read wording at the bottom of the screen to help translate what the characters are saying in a different language..’’ you explain and pull out a silky night gown, holding it up and looking it over as if debating on if it will do ‘’dub is if you wish to watch it in English and not have to read it instead.’’  You almost jump when you feel a hand reach over your shoulder and take hold of the gown, snatching it from your fingers before it is tossed aside, an arm snaking around your waist all the while as your back comes in contact with a chest.  ‘’your doing this on purpose aren’t you darling..’’ You could practically hear his amusement in his smile as he lets you turn around to wrap your arms around his neck, coyly looking up at him as you get closer ‘’I learn from the best after all..’’ ‘’well you’ve most certainly have taught me much on what you very much take pleasure in darling, how about I take this time to teach you what I take pleasure in?..’’ he smirked, his voice getting a bit lower as his hands ran slowly to rest on your hips, thumbs rubbing against your skin as you had a hard time realizing that he had been turning you both so the bed was now right behind you. ‘’and what is it that you wish to enjoy teaching me?’’ you asked innocently, seeing the mischief and lust spark in his eyes as his finger tips added very little pressure to indicate he was about to shove you backward. ‘’..pleasure..’’

[superm4ks]

I’m not used to disagreeing with you bc I usually don’t but the Charles post, woof! Maybe it’s bc I’m not a Charles fan but I am definitely a fan of max. Is it fair to consider you a chirlie at this point? 😂 as a person who prefers Carlos just overall (we exist I know) and how close this season was, just, I know Charles is stamped with the whole predestined thing and his fans like to say Ferrari don’t deserve him just as much as they like to celebrate this whole destiny brand but this season it was very close between Charles and Carlos? They basically traded off being the one more comfortable with a better weekend and close in points as well. It’s just grating to see him written of as like “mid”; when he actually is a very strong driver, good defensive driver maybe sometimes considered too tough by some but I have fun watching him. But everyone’s of course entitled to their own opinions and to like and dislike whoever. I guess it’s the Carlos and Checo comparisons that especially tend to make me go 🤨 bc maybe if you’re looking at Charles and max as being the “special boys” and the “other one” will always be just that. But the Ferrari drivers were closer this season compared to last year and Checo has just been further and further from max so performance wise to compare them… idk if I think it’s too generous to Charles or too unfair to Carlos (sorry Checo I guess). I just read your long post and had some thoughts, im not as good at articulating them as you… feel free to ignore! Hope you’re having a nice weekend

Oh bro lemme go ahead webblewebble my laminated chirlie permit rn I'm very much a sharl fan hes definitely one of my 'special boys' so the bias is real. Like when u say 'maybe ur looking at ((ur favs)) different' I absolutely am like theres no question about that 😭 Like personally I think if Ferrari were to have a competitive car over a whole season 16 wud be the one getting the most out of it. That has to do wid how I watch the sport and the type of driver I like or what ‘fast’ means to me like its really not worth all that jhjkjh just a preference. I was drawing some parallels between rbr and ferrari not checo and carlos’ individual performances just the dynamics that occur when a team has a car capable of dominance and what I think wud happen wid Ferrari. We were talking about why some chirlies—and that’s the last time im using that word like I cant— ‘hate’ on c2 to the point theyre celebrating pierre gasly randomly saying ‘they aren’t friends’ and imo its kind of a strange beef to have unless ur just a hater, which is fine but like , I think it’s a waste of ur time lmfao. Because some people acting like Carlos is the crux of sharls suffering and once he leaves it’ll all be ok and smooth sailing and like that’s just ridiculous. It takes responsibility away from Ferrari and their ((lack of)) leadership and ((lack of)) development. Maybe that’s me but I’ll never blame a driver for wanting to win and prioritizing himself even if its to the detriment of others and especially his teammate bro Im a Max and Lewis fan. And listen Monza this year?? I gotta say moved me profusely. I caught a glimpse of the mclaren dawg like that was nasty business. So while I don’t recognize in Carlos the potential I do in sharl like I agree wid u that it makes no sense to compare him and Checo when their seasons were fundamentally different and they had different objectives. And Carlos before his ((imo)) inevitable plateau did his job well yk got the win and everything. Have a good Sunday ty for the chat

[inquixotic]

EVELYN & ANGEL, DAY 36.

lounge area, morning of the recoupling

with @dobits !

angel reid

“hey, can i join?” angel doesn’t wait for an invite before he’s spilling himself into the other end of the lounge couch, clad with a wide, boyish grin that actually feels genuine. he wants to keep a light vibe for as long as possible despite the distinct feeling that there are eyes boring into the side of his face. not evie’s of course, who seems as chilled as ever. “had your first full day yesterday, huh?” he notes airily, fingers distracted with messily peeling off the skin of an orange. brows are knit as he tries to peel it in that cool, spirally way some people can do. “i’m here to shake you down for gossip. and, no, i’m totally not telling you who sent me.” 

evelyn mendoza.

evie's been internally freaking out basically all morning after the text eden received. picking first is too much pressure for her. angel's voice shakes her from her fixations, though, and her face lights up with a smile. "'course not," she says, and in direct contrast, immediately pats the couch in welcoming. "what kinda gossip do y'all think i have after twenty four hours?" her eyebrows raise, the very thought of being trusted enough for that yet bringing a giggle out of her, head rolling to the side to watch angel as he struggles with his orange. "give me more specifics and i'll see what i can do for ya and your mystery sources."

angel reid

“girl, you better start brewin’ something up ‘cause you’re running outta time,” angel teases with a wry smile, tongue pressed against his front teeth. the orange skin is flaking off in unsatisfying little pieces and he hums a thoughtful sigh. “well, who’s sticking out to you? i mean, i know char’s a leading contender…” then he pointedly glances at her in his peripheral, playfully makes like he’s gonna catch her revealing some gossip.

evelyn mendoza.

"don't remind me," she groans, her hands covering her face with a small laugh. there simply wasn't enough time for her to be sure of any of these people. "shes fuckin' adorable, yeah," she agrees, leading contender indeed. she feels weird talking about it with angel, though, a bit. "charlene, you," she answers honestly, her smile fading a little, as she thinks. "marcus, some, but i think eden likes him so i'm not plannin' on anything there. and you and miles have your girls, so charlene would be a smart choice, if i don't wanna step on eden's toes." her tone implies she wouldn't, too. "who wants to know, for real? no way are these people freaked, no one's goin' home."

angel reid

“oh, char’s the best,” he agrees with a nod, only vaguely trying not to lay it on too thick. eyes flicker up at the mention of himself. girl’s bold, for real. “i mean, she’s only the smart choice if you really like her,” angel advises, finally freeing the orange and splitting it’s pieces, offers one out to her. lips purse into a smile. “i dunno, you’re gonna have a lot of power tonight. like, you could potentially split some people up which… y’know, you gotta do what’s right for you.” it’s the advice he’d give anyone, would say the same thing to eden, too, but angel’s aware that the sentiment needs to come with a clause and he sighs as a preamble to it. “but, listen, i wanted to talk to you about, like… our date and everything.”

evelyn mendoza.

her eyebrows go up, her head canted to the side as she takes the orange slice he offers, his words just driving more confusion into her. she had been expecting encouragement to pick charlene, since he seemed not sold yesterday anyways, despite agreeing to get to know her better, but that kinda sounds like he wants her to pick him? "i could, if i thought i should be picking someone who's in a couple like that," she allows, a gentle smile peeking through her uncertainty. maybe she really doesn't know what to do. "sure, shoot. i kinda figured that'd come up, since you probably spun yarn with callie 'bout it, yeah?" it's not really a question — she specifically hadn't mentioned it to the other girl so angel could, though. "she take you gettin' to know me okay?"

angel reid

“spun yarn.” brows tick up wryly, he laughs. “you could say that. nah, it’s honestly, like… it’s not even about what she thinks or whatever. i think i just need to kinda clarify myself.” he props one bent elbow on the back of the couch, turning to face her more directly. “evie, i gave you, like, the totally wrong impression. i want us to talk and hang and all that, but… like, i know you were sayin’ that stuff about frankie and callie and, i mean, i don’t really believe any of that, but to be honest even if i were her second choice then i’d take it.” he shrugs, eyes blinking down to the stark white couch fabric stretching between them. “i’m just crazy about the girl, y’know? and i’m realizing now i wasn’t giving you that vibe yesterday. i want you to know i’m sorry if i gave you a different kinda idea, ‘cause you deserve to be somebody’s first choice.”

evelyn mendoza.

"wait, i don't understand." but she thinks she does, though, and what it sounds like was he just lied, which doesn't sound exactly like something what she'd expect from him. "you said you wanted to get to know me, angel...i thought i made my interest clear?" she's trying to put the pieces together on what she missed, where she had misunderstood, but he had said that. she knows she didn't misunderstand that...right? she feels tears well up in the back of her eyes and tries desperately to blink them away, determining then she would not cry over someone she's only known for a day, at least not in front of him. "so, what, you just lied to me?" if he had told her he wasn't interested, it wasn't like she'd be mad. she would've gotten over it, but now she feels incredibly stupid to even have had her hopes raised a second ago.

angel reid

“no, you did, for sure. i kinda assumed, like, you were gonna chat everybody, but obviously we were on a date and i shoulda…” he should’ve put his undying impulse to be liked by everybody in the backseat for a minute, even despite the fact that it was a date, she was new, and he’s too-nice by nature. “i should’ve understood that you had, like, real interest. it’s on me.” the idea of lying though has him shaking his head. “nah, evie, i wasn’t trying to play games with you or anything. i meant it when i said you could come to me with whatever, y’know? i want us to be friends.” there’s a pause and he lets his head slack slightly to the side, a feeble smile trying to insert some levity. “i hope i didn’t totally kill your opinion of me, ‘cause i dunno who else i’ll be able to talk about classic kawasaki’s with.”

evelyn mendoza.

"but that's exactly what you did." the mention of playing games brings that concept to tip of tongue, staring at him like he's grown a second head. "i said i wanted to get to know you, and you said you liked me, i'm not —" she's not crazy, she wants to say, but she probably looks it to the audience. she knew it'd be a long shot for him to be interested, but he had said he was, as far as she understood it. "you got my hopes up and didn't say anything all day yesterday to the contrary, and you think we can be friends?" her voice does break there, feeling so past stupid it's not even remotely funny anymore and she pushes herself up from the sofa, trying to get herself out of there and to eden before she starts crying for real. "you should probably take honesty off your list of needs in a relationship, y'know."

angel reid

“i didn’t — evie, i really didn’t think i got your hopes up this much,” he defends albeit haltingly. he didn’t even realize it until this exact moment, her tone fracturing around the words. it’s becoming increasingly clear to him that her and charlene probably would be perfect for each other, their distinct overreactions adorably matching. “wait, c’mon,” angel also sits up a bit, reaching a hand out in a last ditch gesture that he doesn’t want her to go, to walk off angry. it feels like such a far cry from yesterday, when they were compiling a long list of similarities, volleying teasing convo back and forth. “can we just talk about it for a sec?” because they’d also talked about communication, right? the importance of talking difficult things out.

evelyn mendoza.

"what, you didn't think it would fuckin' hurt for you to immediately turn around and say you have no interest in getting to know me like that?" she snaps, pulling her hand out of his reach as the angry tears well up and threaten to spill over. "you should've just said you weren't interested, angel. what the fuck was i supposed to think?" she backs up another step, not even remotely interested in whatever sorry if apology is probably in his repertoire, proving once again, liking men is a mistake. "if you're going to go on about how you didn't just lead me on some more? no, we can't."

angel reid

the bare skin of his back falls against the couch, altogether defeated and at a total loss. he’s not sure how to fix this when evie’s set on flaming him. “okay,” he concedes, nodding. it seems like time away from him is the thing she wants and he imagines it’s the only thing that might actually help him in the long run. “i’m just — y’know, i’m sorry. i fucked up. i’ll just, uh… give you some space today.”

evelyn mendoza.

the acknowledgement finally that there was something wrong makes her pause and give a small nod, her anger still bubbling underneath the surface. "thank you," she snaps out, far angrier than she intends it to sound, her thoughts racing with how utterly stupid she feels to have thought she had a chance. "that was really messed up. i'm not...i don't not want friends, but that's not why i'm here and i thought that was clear. so just...be honest with me next time, please."

angel reid

“i hear you,” he nods his agreement. for angel, it’s always been more of the opposite, optimistic to the point of legal blindness. if he walked out of here with just a couple lifelong friends, he’d be happy. after today it seems way less likely that evie will be one of them, he’d be surprised if she even wanted to sit next to him at dinner and, considering the way callie looked at him sideways yesterday, that’s probably for the best. so he bobs his head at her, fingers making a little x over his heart. “yeah, ev. promise.”

[virgin-mojitos]

massage session ft steven grant (slighlty nsfw)

heyyyy okay so we've established that im a liar and i do not keep my word but this idea came to me a while ago and i was like fuck it why not. but anywho, heres some fluffy steven (with a hint a sprinkle a dab of smut at the end) as an apology, enjoy!!

PS: reader and steven havent had sex yet but have done other things, so they might be in 2-3 month in

Definitely absolutely surely clearly DO NOT think about,  

Coming home extremely tired, you’ve been on your feet the whole day. Steven could tell from the moment you entered the flat, you had already texted him prior to order some takeout because you cant cook today. So he comes over kind of worried but also amused because you’ve never displayed any signs of fatigue .(usually you are very good at hiding them and steven does not know if they’re some trauma response, he does not ask either way.) he comes over and gives you a big hug, “you okay love?” so you hide your face in his chest and give a muffled “m okay” he laughs because you clearly do not look okay, “well I ordered takeout. Come lets eat and you can tell me about your day yeah?” “ cant, too tired to eat” and it was this moment that steven realizes hes nearly carrying all your weight because you can barely stand. He almost verbally ‘awww’s but he decides against it because if he did that you back away, knowing your ‘I gotta be strong and able 24/7 or else i deserve punishment’ tendencies. So he offers something else instead.

“would you like a massage?, I read a book about physiotherapy once” so you laugh of course, because who the hell casually reads a book about physiotherapy once? So you imitate him while giggling, making fun of his accent and all. “oi, I’m being serious it was just there and I decided to see what its all about that’s all” you laugh again and lay your chin on his chest and tell him that you would love a massage.

“turn away so i can take off my shirt and lay down on the towel” and he does turn away, knowing the gentleman he is. While laying down you take a minute to admire the scene that steven created for you in little time; scented candles, regular candles lit up and all the lights turned off. “you ready?” steven startles you but you answer him with a short “mmmhm”

 as soon he starts youre already making noises and shoving your face in shoulders in coyness. as steven gets more into it you stop covering my mouth and groans (mind u theyre both groans of pleasure and pain) ‘hes got very good hands’ you think. Your clutching the sheets and putting your face in the pillows and scrunching your nose, just a very pornographic image you think to yourself again, poor steven really.

and then when hes almost finished he starts kissing your neck and you laugh and say something like “was this in your book?” and he smiles and laughs and continues anyways.  And then when hes finished he turns your face slightly and kisses you for a bit until it gets uncomfortable for you, you’ve just had a massage for gods sake you don’t want your neck to hurt again.  so you decide to spin around and wrap the towel under around you when you do, any form of modesty

so now you are heavily making out, so drunk on the other that you dont notice his fingertips barely grazing your stomach under the towel so he stops kissing you and goes “is this okay?” and you nod and pull him by the hair to kiss him again, trying to show your gratitude through your kisses for the massage and asking for your consent. his hands starts gets cheeky rising up and hes just, he not touching you hes grabbing? Like squeezing in a way, squeezing anywhere hes touching. He reaches under your breasts and you gasp so he starts kissing your face and your neck and he asks again “is this okay?” and you gasp out a yes and he starts gently caressing yout breasts and at this point your a moaning mess right? hes still kissing your neck when he starts kneading them and murmers in your neck “you’re so fucking soft”

…yes definitely do not think about that

phewww *fans self* is it getting hot in here or is it just steven i mean what...

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my asks are always open if youd like me to write something!!

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[greenteaanon]

Historical figures:Chapter 1

Heneral Luna

My idol~...ahem..anyways...

Disclaimer: Reader will not be Heneral Luna, But will have characteristics of said person, And The Actual Heneral Luna will be related to Reader

Warnings: GN!Reader, Mentions of War, Death, Imposter AU(cause yes), angst/comfort,Good End, Mentions of Blood, Alot of Swearing Both Tagalog and English.....as expected

Enjou gets a Cameo cause I love him

As for the translations....you figure it out

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"Hay Potcha Where the Fuck am I?" Was the first thing you say when you woke up in the middle of a grassy field. "Nahulog ba ako Sa Duyan?" Did you fall of a hammock? who knows. Turning around to see no hammock one tree. 'Ay pak shet this isn't our property' you thought finally standing up the Sun in the middle of the sky. Glad your mother wasnt there or whe would've whooped your ass and nagged you for sleeping in.

Getting up and trying not to fall down. When someone tried to shoot an arrow barely missing. "HOY WHAT THE FUCK"

"BY THE ORDERS OF THE CREATOR, SEIZE THE IMPOSTER AT ONCE" the person screamed and a familiar figure walks from behind of the archer....fuck it's Kaeya.

"....Putangina Yoko na.....I think I should run" Son of a bitch You've had enough,you just woke up but that's besides the point. "Look I don't know what you mean Mr. Cavalry Captain...but I'm gonna go"

And then you BOLT. You ran and ran your abdomen started to hurt you reached a forest and took a breather. "Mga Yawaaaaaaa" Assholes, Demons, Ruthless you breathed out. "Your Holiness?"

"AY PUTANGINA MO" you shreiked you Son of a bitch A tall Figure appeared before you. "Your Holiness!" The tall Figure beamed in delight.

"Wait a minute...ENJOU!?"

"They Know my nameee" he squealed like a high school girl. "Uhhh Yea...Anyways I gotta go before Kaeya Catches up to me with Back up"

"Why would he chase you anyways" he asked "Something about being an imposter, Di ko Sigurado" You weren't sure to be honest.

"PREPOSTEROUS! HUMANS CANT EVEN RECOGNIZE THEIR CREATOR" He Gasped. Honestly you didn't give a flying fuck about being called an imposter, It's the Shooting you was the concerning part.

"It's fine it's fine...Anyways Can I stay with you and the abyss? cause I really don't have anywhere to stay at" you asked making doe eyes you probably didn't need to do that and he'd still say yes.

"Well of course your Holiness! One moment.." Enjou said Opening a portal.

Him pulling you in the portal and a moments you were in a ruin like castle. 'so this is what the Abyss looks like inside'

"Enjou...Is that..." A voice called out it was the traveller's twin. After a couple days later in the abyss you got comfortable.

Your now seated in a Library well you guessed it was..you were trying to teach Enjou Tagalog(properly..no jokes) so he can Translate you for Other people. Well it's mostly curses and simple phrases

"so...If I want to introduce myself in the holy la— Tagalog..I Say 'Ako si Enjou, Nalulugod ako makilala ka' right?" He asked God he was Adorable "Mmhm It Means My Name is Enjou, Its a pleasure meeting you" You were proud you also taught him a couple curse words just incase you want to cuss out someone which you wanted to...but no one.......yet.

"Maglakad kaya tayo sa Labas ng Abyss?" You suggested

"Walk outside the abyss? Just us?" He asked happily.

"Yep! I want to go walk around the grass again..and maybe find some of my things...maybe"

~

You and Enjou Were walking...well he was floating..You were walking around Gallesong Hill.

Near the tree you originally woke up at you found a satchel with a book, a thick ass Journal, A modern pen, a random pistol with no bullets, and...YOUR PHONE

"AY PANGINOON CELLPHONE KO" You cried in happiness.

"you just swore...to yourself"

"Hah?" Hotdog.

"You're God?"

"Oh Yea....Anyways"

You open the journal first a photo fell out it was old around the 18 century maybe.

"Oh it's my photo of my lolo...well Great Grandfather actually...well uncle, My Family says I have an uncanny resemblance to him" you held up a photo of Heneral Luna. You looked alike, to the nose, the eyes, the jawline, even at the eyebrows.

"You two do look alike, although you look younger" You nod in agreement, Flipping a page it was a article that at Heneral Luna used. Artikulo Uno. Who ever wrote this journal must look up to him...Like you are...

Then something caught your eye

"Dear Myself, You may doubt it now But you are truly a god, Makinig ka Na tanga ka Ikaw yoong totoo na Diyos. Your Gonna need the Artikulo Uno thing Later probably after reading this. P. s. The book is in Baybayin Have fun Studying it again From (y/n) Luna"

You just started at the last bit "FIRST OF ALL MYSELF JUST TOLD ME TO LISTEN...THEN PROCEEDED TO CALL NE AN IDIOT THEN MAKES ME STUDY BAYBAYIN AGAIN WHAT THE FUCK" you angrliy shouted. Until you heard footsteps.

You and Enjou swung your head to where it came from. "YOU." Someone snarled. They looked like you..just in very flowy clothing....Well crap.

Kaeya and the Knights followed behind them. Then you said

"Hay Panginoon! Eto ba Yoong Walang Hiyang Punyeta na May Kasalanan kung bakit ako ipapapatay!?" Oh Lord, This was the bitch that ordered to hunt you down

"They are, Your Actual. Holiness"Enjou replied with full confidence, The Person Froze.

"Gague Pangit niya, Masakit Makumpara Sakin, Parang Insulte" God Damn, They were a lesser version of you, It felt Gross being compared to them, An Insult.

Everyone froze when you started talking in Tagalog.

"Enjou, Sinusunod ba dito yoong Artikulo Uno" Did they Follow the Artikulo Uno principle here, they did so Enjou nodded.

"Hey You do you know what meaning of Artikulo Uno is, I'm sure you have been abusing that" you asked your poser. They looked terrified.

"Artikulo Uno, Ang hindi sumunod sa utos ng punong heneral ng digmaan ay tatangalan ng rango at ipapatay ng walang paglilitis sa Husgadong Militar" You looked at Enjou after saying it signaling to fully translate.

"Artikulo Uno or Article One, People who disobeyed the Head General of War, will be removed from the ranks and be killed with no proceedings from the Court, or in this case, Their Grace" he smirked under the abyssal Form.

Your imposter started sobbing and apologizing on their knees.

"Shuta Dali matakot, Ano ba yan?" Enjou said almost laughing Well shit They get scared easily What was that

You couldn't hold your laughter. "AHAHahaha— oh that was a good Laugh, then you Guys, You believed Their Words Blindly. PARA KAYONG MGA BIRHEN NA NINIWALA SA PAG-IBIG NG ISANG PUTA" you shouted the quote with full emotional

"Should I translate" Enjou Wispered to you. "Go, I Dare you"

He breathed in trying not to laugh " Directly translated, What their Grace said was....oh dear Your like a bunch of Virgins That believes in loving words of a Whore"

You both Laughed while the knights also apologized profusely.

"Alright Get your Asses together we have Six other nations to convince"

~

It has been a week, a week of studying baybayin now you can read the book fucking finally.

It's also the time where you have to set of the 6 different nations to redirect their belief in their God.

Convincing Liyue was Easy, with the Help of Venti Bring the Anemo Archon He got to Zhongli Alot faster, then to the Adepti then to the Qixing, They handed us Milleleth soldiers to help us, But was had to cut the troops in half when reaching Inazuma and Back, Again Easy with the the Shogun to the Tricomissions, and you came back with more troops and the Electro archon.

It was going great. You were already in the mainland and you guys well some rested in Carts pulled by Horses. You stopped to buy food for everyone, Being a god gave you privlages Free food. You see your troops switching places some to rest and some to guard. You saw Enjou about to fall over in his sleep. You patted his Leg and asked.

"Nakapagpahinga ka na ba?" Has he rested? Judging by his groggy State he has... a little.

"I'm sorry your Grace are we about to head home?"

"May tatlong bansa pa tayong pupuntahan" 3 nations to go to, and you were only half way to Sumeru

"With all due respect it's midnight" He said Groggily.

"Kaya bilisan pa natin" You said giggling. Guess we should speed up

Maybe this life wasn't too bad.

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GOOD LORD FINALLY IM FINISHED

Hope you guys enjoy

Enjou Cameo my ass this is a Reader and Enjou Duo fic