#wednesday is gonna lose her shit

[eidolons-stuff]

*Bianca & Thing are in the hall, plotting how they can spy on wenclair's date*

*Ajax runs past*

Bianca: "What's Ajax doing??"

*Xavier & Yoko running up to them*

Yoko: "He's going to try and crash their date!'

[archangeldyke-all]

PARAMEDIC SEV MEETING HER WIFE AND SAVIN MG HERRRRRRRREEEEEE

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men and minors dni

you never should've agreed to babysit for silco and vander.

so what if it's their anniversary and they haven't had a dinner date all year. it's their own damn fault for deciding to have four fucking kids. you don't know what you were thinking agreeing to this-- but you're certainly paying the consequences now.

claggor hasn't been too bad-- doing his homework at the counter as you cooked dinner, helping you figure out where they store their spices and pots.

mylo was alright in the beginning, but as the night grew on and he started getting tired, he started getting grumpy and irritable.

jinx is always up to trouble-- she's been trying to trip you up all night, cackling each time you barely muffle a curse as you stumble.

and now, you've caught vi sneaking a girl into her room.

"violet, how do you even have a girlfriend, you're ten!" you shout.

"i'm eleven, and cait's not my girlfriend. she's just my bestie. and we practice kissing with each other sometimes." vi says with a shrug.

"what made you think you could have her over here tonight?!" you ask.

vi shrugs. "she comes over every wednesday, dads just haven't caught her yet."

you groan.

"i-i can leave." the posh girl in front of you offers. you heave a sigh.

"no, stay, i can't let you walk home in the dark. i'll drive you home when the old men get back, alright?"

vi grins and slams the door in your face.

you turn around just in time to dodge a shoe flying down the hall. behind you, it smacks mylo in the back of the head.

"what the fuck!" the boy shouts, turning around with a glare. jinx giggles from the other end of the hall. you want to cry.

"please just go to your rooms." you whine.

mylo just growls, grabbing the nearest small object and flinging it back at jinx.

only-- he's grabbed a letter opener, sitting by a pile of mail.

you gasp as the sharp object goes whizzing by your face-- headed straight to jinx's chest.

and before you know what's happening-- you're reaching out and snatching the object out of the air.

for a second, it's silent-- mylo and jinx both shocked by your quick thinking and the dangerous situation you all narrowly avoided. then, jinx shrieks.

"you just tried to kill me!"

"i thought it was just a pen!" mylo defends. "you threw dad's shoe at my head!"

"it was his house slipper! it barely hurt."

"oh, i'm gonna fuckin' kill y-- you're bleeding." mylo says.

jinx blinks, the argument forgotten as she looks over at you.

it takes you a few moments to realize that the kids are talking to you. you blink down at your hand, gasping when you find it covered in blood, trickling steadily onto the floor.

"oh. shit." you whisper. the pain hits you all at once and you take a sharp breath. "oh shit." you whine.

"w-what do we do?" jinx asks. you walk to the kitchen, mylo and jinx following close behind you, both of them nervous and worried about you.

"gotta run it under some water and see how deep the cut is." you whisper, placing your hand under the running tap.

you and the kids wait anxiously for the water to run clear, but it stays consistently red.

mylo cringes. "i think you cut something important." he mutters.

you gulp, the shock and adrenaline of the injury wearing off, leaving you shaky and very aware of how much blood you're losing.

"should i call dad?" jinx asks softly.

there's a shriek in the hall, and claggor comes sprinting into the kitchen, concern on his face. "what happened?!" he shouts.

you grunt. "i caught a knife."

claggor's eyes only widen more, and then he's pulling out his cellphone. "i'm calling an ambulance."

you, jinx, and mylo groan. "no! there's no need for the fuss." you try to argue.

claggor walks over to the sink, gagging at the sight of your hand. "there's a puddle of blood in the hall! and you're still bleeding!"

"'m fine." you mumble, getting a little dizzy. claggor groans.

"mylo, take her to the couch and lay her down. jinx, call dad."

"y'r a good kid." you mumble, ruffling claggor's hair with your uninjured hand as mylo guides you to the living room.

jinx brings you a glass of water as you wait.

you, jinx, and mylo sit on the couch-- your hand held over a bucket to catch all your blood-- watching claggor pace a hole in the carpet.

vi and her girlfriend only decide to see what the commotion is about when an ambulance pulls up out front.

you feel stupid and overwhelmed and your hand really fucking hurts, but you really don't want to cry in front of all your nieces and nephews.

and then, because the universe hates you, the most attractive woman you've ever seen in your life ends up being your paramedic.

jinx answers the door. you want to die when you see the angel standing on the porch. "someone called about a stabbing?" the woman asks.

you chuckle. "let her in jinx." the woman and her partner walk into silco and vander's home-- her eyebrows raising just a bit at the sight of you and the gaggle of children surrounding her. "not a stabbing. a knife thrown and caught." you say.

"really!?" vi asks, just now catching up on the drama of the night.

"yeah, because mylo tried to fucking kill me!" jinx shouts.

mylo groans. "how many times do i have to tell you i thought it was a pen! and you started it!"

you might actually start crying now. you're in so much pain, you're so overwhelmed, and you probably look gross as hell right now in front of this goddess of a paramedic, who's kneeling in front of you with a concerned look as she gently grabs your wrist.

"ran, why don't you take the kids out to the backyard and play a game? give us a little more space to work in here." the woman says to her partner.

ran grins. "you kids like freeze tag?" they ask.

the kids all burst into excited chatter, following ran out to the back of the house. you sigh in relief.

"thank you."

"i'm guessing they're not your kids?" the woman in front of you asks. you laugh, loud and surprised. you suppose it's better than crying.

"oh, fuck no! i'm their aunt, which i don't usually mind, unless it means i have to fuckin' babysit." you pout. "the tallest girl with the blazer on isn't even theirs. caught her sneakin' in to see the redhead. apparently they're besties who practice kissing." you say with a roll of your eyes.

the woman in front of you laughs. "i had a few of those back in the day." you gulp, your eyes bulging out of your head at her words. she looks back up at you with concern.

"does it hurt?" she asks. you blink, not understanding what she's referencing before you finally remember your hand. the hand she's gently cleaning with alcohol.

"you like women?" you ask miserably. the woman in front of you blinks.

"...yes?" she asks. "is that a prob--" you burst into tears before she can continue. "woah-- what, hey! what's happening? does it hurt? are you okay?"

"sorry, sorry!" you cry, waving away her concern and covering your face with a hand. "fuck this is humiliating. ignore me." you cry.

she blinks. "this is the weirdest homophobic reaction i've ever gotten."

you laugh, snot and tears flowing freely as you giggle. "no!" you squeak. "no, that's not-- just fuckin'-- of course you're a hot lesbian. i get all dressed up every weekend and go out lookin' for someone and i get nothing. i cut my fuckin' hand open after chasing kids around all day and the universe sends me the hottest woman i've ever seen. and she's a lesbian. and i'm soaked in sweat and blood and i'm pretty sure i smell like pre-teen armpits." you cry.

the woman in front of you cackles, her pretty silver eyes sparkling as she starts wrapping up your hand. "just a little. but i smell like vomit." she says with a shrug. you giggle and wipe up your tears.

"sorry." you say again. she smiles at you.

"it's okay. you're cute. 'specially now that i know you're into me and not, y'know. a bigot."

you giggle, shaking your head. "don't flirt with me." you scold. the woman beside you laughs.

"you started it!"

"i did not! i was having an emotional breakdown and you were accusing me of homophobia. i don't even know your name!"

"sevika." she says with a sweet smile. "my name's sevika. and, for the record, you're hot soaked in sweat and blood." sevika says with a shrug.

you grin. "do i need stitches?" you ask.

sevika shakes her head no. "it was bleeding a lot, but you didn't cut too deep. just keep the bandages on for a the night and change 'em out tomorrow. you should be healed up in a few days. i'll give you some cream-- if you get infected or irritated, or it doesn't heal; go to the ER."

you nod. "does that mean you're leaving, now?"

she chuckles. "worried about the kids?"

"no, well, now i am now that you mention it." you say. sevika laughs. "i was just..." you trail off.

sevika's just doing her job. she's fucking fantastic at it-- but that's all this is. she kept you talking to keep you distracted, she flirted a bit so the pain wouldn't be so bad, and now she's leaving.

"you were just what?" she asks.

you shrug. "it's inappropriate."

"can't be as bad as the old man who answered his door naked for us earlier today." she says with a shrug. you giggle.

"maybe i could get your number? in case i need help changing the bandages."

sevika grins. "yeah? that's why?" she asks with a raise of her eyebrow.

you giggle and shrug. "and maybe so i can show you how nice i clean up. take you out to dinner as a thank you."

"yeah, alright. i could be into that." sevika agrees.

you grin, then scramble for a piece of paper and a pen, eagerly handing sevika the scrap of paper. she pockets it with a sweet, shy smile.

her and ran take off a few minutes later, and silco and vander get home right after. it takes you an hour to catch them up with the events of the night: informing them of their children's petty feuds, that their daughter has a girlfriend, and that they've got a giant puddle of blood to clean up outside their room. they thank you, and with a promise that you'll never have to babysit again, you finally head home.

it's been a crazy night. you're exhausted. the moment you get home, you crawl in bed, ready for sleep.

but right before you drift off, your phone buzzes.

it's sevika, the hot lesbian.

you grin. another text comes through.

i got this weekend off, wanna treat me to that dinner you were talking about?

you end up staying up the rest of the night, texting the paramedic and giggling like you imagine vi does when she's on the phone with cait.

alright... maybe this night wasn't all that bad...

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[achromatophoric]

Enid: CRAP! SHIT! DANGIT!

Enid: If we don’t get ahead of the competition, we’re gonna lose the Poe Cup!

Wednesday: Leave this to me. *storms off*

Yoko: *watches Wednesday do her thing*

Yoko: 🤨

Yoko: 😨

Yoko: Is that goddamn portable guillotine?

Enid: Eh. Prolly.

Yoko:

Yoko: Bitch, aren’t you gonna STOP her?

Enid: 😒

Yoko: 😠

Enid: *throws up her hands* Okay, FINE–uh!

Enid: *shouts* Babe! I meant AHEAD, not A HEAD! That means YES MAIM, NO MURDER!

Distant Wednesday: 🥺

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

College Rafe AU where he plays football and they win the big game. because we all saw THE GIF from ‘The other Zoey’ and needed a football au

Was I listening to The Alchemy when I wrote this? Absolutely. My only football knowledge comes from watching Taylor at the games and the smallest from TV shows...so don't take it too seriously. I hope you enjoy <3

Warnings: possible inaccurate football stuff and Taylor references

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The February wind blew as you sat in the stands and watched the team finish practice. You usually were tutoring at this hour, but the person canceled at the last minute, leaving you with an hour to spare before your work shift. You hated when people made you waste your time. Going to your dorm would be pointless since your job was on campus, so you went on the football field to surprise Rafe.  

He ran across the field with the football, sweat dampening the collar of his gray tee shirt. You couldn’t help but worry about him getting cold. This Friday was the big championship game and, as the star player, Rafe couldn’t afford to get sick. No offense to the other players, but the team would lose without him.

Coach called the boys over and you watched Rafe taking off his helmet and wiping his face with the bottom of his shirt, flashing his abs. The few girls sitting lower in the stands were wetting their panties at the sight, dreaming impossible things. These abs were only yours to touch. 

Minutes passed, and then Coach blew his final whistle, calling the end of practice. You went down the stands and called out Rafe’s name, tearing his attention from his teammate’s. When his eyes found you, he changed direction and told his teammate he’d catch up with them later. 

‘’Shouldn’t you be tutoring that swim team jerk?’’ 

You tried to not look too annoyed as you explained the situation. ‘’He canceled on me two minutes before the lesson...’’ 

Rafe closed the last steps to you and pulled you in a loose hug, knowing you didn’t like it when he was hugging you with his sweaty body. You didn’t mind the sweat, it was the smell that lingered on your clothes that you didn’t like. One time, your co-worker asked why you smelled like a football locker room after a game… You’ve never been more embarrassed.

‘’I hope you’re charging him for the lesson. He made you waste your time waiting for him.’’ 

You wished you could do that, but that’s not how it worked. 

‘’How was practice?’’ you asked, changing the subject. ‘’You ready for Friday?’’ 

‘’Coach doubled our pre-practice run because Robbe showed up hungover.’’ Rafe groaned, his legs sore from the extra running. 

You drew your eyebrows together. ‘’It’s only Wednesday…’’ 

‘’Exactly. It’s the second time he shows up hungover this month. He better clean his act up before Friday or else Coach is gonna bench him. Just because his father gives big money to the school doesn’t mean he can do shit like that.’’ 

‘’Fucking entitled rich kids.’’

You scoffed. ‘’Sure, Mr. My-Father-Is-Ward-Cameron-And-Owns-An-Estate-Company.’’ 

Rafe rolled his eyes. ‘’Alright, alright.’’ A brisk of wind blew and he scrunched his nose, his cheeks red from the weather. You reached to touch it, and he leaned into the warmth of your palm. ‘’Mmh, that feels nice. Do you want to get pizza and watch a movies?’’ 

‘’Tempting offer, but I have to get going soon. I have work in twenty minutes.’’ 

You pouted and Rafe pulled you closer. 

‘’Fuck work, stay with me.’’ 

A laugh left your lips. ‘’I can’t do that. I’ll get fired.’’ 

On Friday, you met Rafe’s family in the stands. You had met Ward, Rose and Wheezie before, but never Sarah. She was graduating high school this year and hadn’t been able to make it to any of Rafe’s games. It was nice to finally meet her. 

‘’Ah, so you’re the lucky charm,’’ Sarah said, flashing you a smile. ‘’I’ve heard the team is on a winning streak since you and Rafe got together.’’ 

The lucky charm was a joke Rafe’s teammates made after noticing the team had been winning every time you attended. You thought it was only running around school, but apparently Sarah had heard about it. 

The game was close to begin — seven minutes left before kickoff. From high up in the stands, you watched Rafe bouncing on his feet on the sideline, the stress of the game turned into bursts of energy. Damn, did his ass look good in his tight pants. Beside him, Topper was talking to the coach and pointing at something on the field. Perhaps a tactic idea?

You jumped up when the scoreboard came to light and cheered loudly as both teams were welcomed on the field. The ambiance was unlike any of his past games. Players took their positions, adrenaline coursing through their veins and waiting for the referee to blow the whistle. 

As the game unfolded, your focus was on Rafe. He was running across the field, trying to catch the pass Topper made. He caught it, his fingers closing around it securely, but a beefy guy from the other team came from behind, driving him to the ground with a thunderous tackle. 

You winced at the sight. You hated the contact part of football. 

Soon enough, the second period was ending and the half-time began, the score 17-14 in favor of Rafe's team. Sarah and Rose went to the bathroom while Ward went to get drinks and a snack for Wheezie. 

‘’Do you think they’re going to win?’’ she asked, scooting closer to you. 

She had taken a quick liking to you, the girl who had taken her big brother’s heart. 

You took a sip of your drink. ‘’I don’t know. I hope so. Rafe worked hard this season.’’  

Wheezie nodded. ‘’Rafe knows how to play the game and he knows how to win. I’m confident we’ll win this one.’’ 

The third period had barely started when Rafe crossed the field, carrying the ball. He was running so fast and ducking the other players without losing his speed. You held your breath, sitting on the edge of your seat. As expected, someone from the opposing team went to intercept him, but Kelce saw him coming and tackled him, allowing Rafe to score another touchdown. 

‘’Touchdown, Rafe Cameron!’’ The speakers echoed around the field, causing most of the spectators to stand and yell simultaneously. 

You jumped in excitement, a proud smile lighting up your face. ‘’Yes, baby!’’ 

Later in the game, with only thirteen seconds left on the board in the fourth period, the teams were tied. 

A score of 21-21 flashed on the scoreboard. There wasn't much time left, but you’ve seen Rafe score in eight seconds.  

‘’Come on, Rafe, you can do it,’’ you said, although he couldn’t hear you. 

Beside you, Sarah was holding Wheezie’s hand, stressed. 

The referee blew his whistle, signaling the resumption of the game. The crowd erupted into a frenzy of cheers and applause as Rafe dashed across the field, evading defenders with lightning speed. With just three seconds left on the clock, he made a spectacular leap, soaring over the goal line to score the winning touchdown.

The crowd in the stands went wild. Rafe's teammates rushed towards him in a jubilant huddle, their cheers drowning out the roar of the crowd. In their excitement, they lifted him high above their heads, his helmet coming off in the process.

Wheezie jumped, loudly cheering for her brother. ‘’I told you he would win!’’ 

You took your jacket and headed down the stairs, Rafe’s family following behind as the game reporter declared the grand champions, his voice booming over the stadium speakers. 

A lot of people had the same idea, which caused the large field to get crowded quickly. It was difficult to see over the taller heads, but your lips curled into a grin when you saw him standing at the center of it all, with his coach and teammates around him, looking both exhausted and exhilarated. His hair was tousled, his face flushed from the exertion of the game, but there was a radiant smile on his lips as he basked in the glory of victory.

You called out his name and his eyes searched around the field, high on adrenaline. Once he saw you, he broke away from the ecstatic mob of his teammates and sprinted towards you, his eyes shining with excitement. Without a moment's hesitation, Rafe enveloped you in a tight embrace, lifting you off your feet. You wrapped your arms around his neck, giggling and ignoring the sweat that was transferring to your clothes. 

‘’You did it! It was unbelievable,’’ you said, your voice filled with emotions. ‘’You’re the best, baby. The absolute best.’’

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[be-missed]

Not Strong Enough (Chap 6)

Jenna Ortega x Fem!Reader

(pictures not mine)

Summary: Jenna was visiting her mom in the hospital to drop off the food that will be eaten for the hospital party, but she met a resident surgeon and she thought "God forbid I ran into an accident, but I want her to open me and stitch me up." While the surgeon tries her best to keep her fan girling low-key.

Warning: curse words.

A/N: uhm, hi thanks for waiting, enjoy!

Words: 2.6K

Masterlist

Chap 1 | Chap 2 | Chap 3 | Chap 4 | Chap 5

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Chap 6

"What the fuck is happening?" Ava said as she enters the breakroom, Y/N is breathing with the help of a paper bag, Beatrice on her side guiding her how to properly breathe, and Camila in front of them with her phone out capturing every moment that Y/N is losing.

"You should've entered earlier Ava, Y/N was panicking because Y/N is going to have dinner with Jenna's family tonight" Camila exclaimed while checking all the photos that she have earlier of Y/N.

Y/N then crumpled the paper bag and throw it to Camila "You asshole, are you really my friend? You should be helping me!" while Camila just laughed and said "Beatrice is by your side, and helping you breathe is a one man job anyway" smirking to herself while Y/N answered "Okay, that's it, I don't give you the permission to talk to Jenna."

And as if on cue, the breakroom door then opened and Jenna entered.

"Who am I not talking to?" Jenna asked Y/N with a raised eyebrow and a smile. Y/N then started to look at Bea while Ava kicked Y/N under the table and whispered "Get your shit together."

"Hey" Y/N said while she waved to Jenna and invited her to seat in their table. The girl who just entered put a paper bag in the middle of the table, "Here are uhm, some cookies that I baked earlier, just a small treat for you all."

Ava started to open the bag and bring out the container with Beatrice helping her, Camila is still standing in front of them and said "So Jenna, as I promised you last time, I'm gonna show you my Wednesday Dance."

Jenna then looked at Y/N who was shaking her head and said "Please say no..." Jenna doesn't have the chance to answer when they heard the Bloody Mary Sped up Version in Camila's phone.

Camila stood up in front of them, tapping her foot with the beat. Beatrice was shaking her head and trying to not laugh, Ava was eating a cookie and enjoying the act, while Y/N landed her hand on Jenna's thigh and whispered "You don't have to do this" with a sad smile.

I'll dance, dance, dance,

With my hands, hands, hands

Camila started to dance, Jenna was nodding her head to the beat, Beatrice palmed her face, and Ava is clapping. Y/N's phone vibrated and got a message from their co-surgeon that all of the residents are needed in the surgery room.

Above my head, head, head like Jesus said

"Uhm, Bea & Ava, I think we are needed in the surgery room, we need to get going" Y/N said tapping the table to get the attention of the three of them, "Okay, show is over Camila, you can wait for us in here so that we can go home together" Beatrice said, while walking out with Ava.

Y/N looked at Jenna and said "Hey, will you be okay here? I'll be going back to you after, okay?" Jenna then nodded and replies "Duty calls, yes, I'll be waiting for you. I think me and Camila might bond for now."

With what she heard, Camila jumped up and down. But before Y/N reached the door, Jenna pulled Y/N and kissed her on her cheek and said "Work well."

Jenna then went back to the seat and Camila is side eyeing her, "What? You are creeping me out" Jenna said, "What was that for?" Camila asked the other girl with her eye brows raised, "Nothing, Y/N told me friends kiss each other's cheek so we just kinda did... for fun..." Jenna answered, not really telling the truth that she just wants to kiss Y/N, but Y/N did tell her about that so...

"Okay, friends... So did Y/N showed you her collection of her funko pops?" Camila asked Jenna, "Uhm no, actually I haven't been into her house" and that surprised Camila, "WHAT? She have all of the funkos of your character and what do you mean you haven't been to her house?"

"Funkos... of all of my characters?", Jenna thought, "Why would Y/N have funkos of my characters?" Jenna asked, "Well in the first place, she is like one of your biggest fan, she also went to some of your movie premiers but not lucky enough to get your autograph, and like she have a massive crush on you ever since, so like..." Camila ended with a shrug, Jenna was just listening to this new information that she is getting.

Camila then continued "Yeah, and we were like so surprised when you released a Nighttime Routine with Harper's Bazaar and Y/N was like, viewed that a hundred times and was like so dreamy about it. You know, I thought she knew that because like, you know, you are her friend so I thought you'll advise her with that, but I guess not since she fucking screamed at my ear when she refreshed her YouTube."

There is only one thing in Jenna's mind, "What the fuck?" and as for the Harper Bazaar's video, she saw Y/N all smiley while watching Melissa, so she contacted her agent if she can also do that video, and Jenna did that because she was just jealous on how Y/N is all smiley watching the video, before Jenna gets to ask Camila again, the three surgeon enters the breakroom.

Y/N went towards Jenna and asked "Do you wanna go home? Your mom said she'll be with your dad and you can come home with me..." and Jenna just nodded her head and said their good bye's to the other doctors.

Inside the car, Jenna is looking at Y/N and its creeping Y/N somehow, since she feels that Jenna is hiding something, "Why are you looking at me like that?" Y/N asked, "Nothing, I just learned something new today, and also, can I come to your house?" Jenna asked.

Y/N stepped on the break, "I'm sorry, uhm... Yeah sure, we can have dinner in my house next time" Jenna accepted the answer "That sounds fun, I can't wait" and smiled at Y/N.

---

Getting home, Y/N got acquainted with Jenna's family, seating at the sofa talking to Jenna's dad, going to the kitchen to help Jenna's mom, running around to chase Jenna's nieces and nephews, talks about social issues with Jenna's siblings.

Jenna pulled Y/N next to the stairs, away from everyone, "Are you good?" Y/N asked, "Yes, I just pulled you to the side to let you breathe, you're like a talking machine out there" Jenna answered with a smile, appreciating the effort that Y/N puts to get to know her family.

"Well, I mean your family is nice and they are fun so, I can't say that I'm getting tired, I actually enjoy it" Y/N says and leans her back to the wall waiting for Jenna to say something, but instead, Jenna just walked closer to her and smiled at Y/N.

Y/N feels a big hole inside her stomach is forming while Jenna just situated herself between Y/N's legs and rest both of her arms in Y/N's shoulder. "What are you doing?" Y/N swallowed and asked Jenna with a shake in her voice, "Nothing, just situating myself" Jenna answered and assisted Y/N's hand to rest in her hips.

Jenna rounded her arms tightly into Y/N's neck and played with the baby hair in her nape. Jenna stared intently to those beautiful eyes that she adored ever since Y/N greeted her in the hospital. Y/N's breathing becomes quick, with her proximity to Jenna.

"Hey relax, it's just me and you" Jenna said quietly and tries to help Y/N to slow down her breathing "Relax, it's just me and you, yeah?"

After a few seconds, Y/N relaxes her arms and tightens it hold around Jenna's waist that made them closer than they were. "I like this" Y/N said that made Jenna smile and said "Then probably you'll like this more."

Before Y/N gets to process what Jenna said, the other girl kissed her in the lips that surprised Y/N, she was like a stone for a second and Jenna felt that Y/N is not reciprocating the kiss, so she started to pull away, not until Y/N's arms tightened and kissed Jenna back.

Jenna's pushed Y/N's head towards her and tilts her head to make the kiss deeper and keep Y/N in her arms and her lips longer. Y/N bit Jenna's lip and pulled away slightly util their foreheads are touching.

"Dinner's ready, come to the table now!" Jenna's mom yelled from the kitchen.

Y/N and Jenna are just staring at each other with a lingering smile plastered in their faces.

A knock on the wall beside the stairs stopped them from their own bubble, "Girls, dinner is ready, come on."

The whole family started to sit in their places, while Y/N and Jenna got situated, Aliyah said "Y/N, i think your lipstick is smudged, here wipe it" and handed Y/N a tissue with a smirk in her lips, and the whole family looked at Y/N looking like a deer caught in headlights while Jenna reached for the tissue and wiped her own lipstick in Y/N's lips.

"Okay, let's dig in" Jenna's mother said to ease the situation.

The whole dinner was filled with chatters, laughter, and banters with each of them enjoying the food and the company of each other. To note, Jenna kept her left hand situated into Y/N's lap the whole dinner and eats with her right hand that made Y/N's heart beats so fast.

After the movie, everyone gets up and started to say their good nights and went to their room, as for Y/N, she started to walk towards the door and said her good bye's and thank you's to the family.

"Are you leaving?" Jenna asked while Y/N is holding her hand, "Sad to say, but yes, I need to sleep to" Y/N said with a sad smile "Can you like stay? Please" Jenna said and squeezed Y/N's hand "...please" Jenna added and she sounded so small.

Y/N answered "Sure, I would love to" and the two of them went up and straight to Jenna's room, "I don't have any clothes though" Y/N stated and Jenna answered "Don't worry you can wear mine."

The both of them got inside Jenna's room and Y/N's eyes roam, trying to embed every detail that she can see "Here, think my clothes can fit you?" Jenna said while handling Y/N her oversize clothes "Yeah, your clothes would totally fit me." Y/N replied with a smile and went inside the bathroom to shower and change.

After minutes, Y/N went out and saw Jenna was now under the covers using her phone, "So you're a right side of the bed sleeper?" Y/N asked that made Jenna look up, and wow oh wow, Y/N looks so cute in her clothes, and also the first time Jenna saw Y/N with house clothes. Y/N looks soft and small without her white coat and her formal clothes on, Jenna thought.

Y/N got situated beside Jenna. The two just looked at each other, wiggling their eyebrows at each other and smiling, "What?" Jenna said "Nothing" Y/N answered.

Jenna seated closer to Y/N and reached for Y/N's hand, "About earlier... I uhm. I'm not sorry for kissing you, just so you know. I have been wanting to do that ever since" Jenna said, "It's okay, I'm not sorry too" Y/N said, so what Jenna did is to lean in and kiss Y/N again, which Y/N gladly reciprocated, but before everything got out of hand, Jenna pulled away and remembered what Camila said to her earlier and plan to tease Y/N.

"So, what's your favorite show of mine?" Jenna asked with a smirk, "Huh?" Y/N played it off and tried to act like she doesn't know it "Camila told me earlier that you like my movies and you have a crush on me" Jenna added. If Y/N was not red earlier, well she is definitely now, heat creeping up her cheeks and pulling Jenna's blanket to cover her face.

"Come on don't be shy now, you just kissed me" Jenna stated as she situated herself on top of Y/N and started o tickle the other girl. Fits of laughter can be heard, "Okay, Okay stop please" Y/N said while giggling "I'll tell you my favorite show of yours" Y/N added.

Stopping her movements, Jenna helped Y/N to fix her hair, "Ok, so what's your favorite?" Jenna asked, "Iron Man 3, I really like how you sat the whole scene" Y/N stated, and Jenna slapped Y/N's arm and exclaimed "Be serious oh my god!" Y/N laughed and answered "It's The Fallout, honestly, I love Vada."

It surprised Jenna since the answer she got commonly are Scream or Wednesday, so she again asked Y/N "What makes you love Vada then?" Y/N shrugged and answered "Well first of all, she is a trauma survivor, and I loved how the movie showed a different perspective of how a teenager cope to such trauma" and Jenna did agree to Y/N, "But most of all, Vada is a girl kisser so..." Y/N added.

"You can't be really serious, yeah?" Jenna answered trying to get off of Y/N, but Y/N held Jenna's hip to stay in place "Stay on top of me, I'm starting to like your weight on top of me" Y/N said with a loving smile.

With that, Jenna situated herself and lay herself down on top of Y/N.

"On a serious note, I'm really just curious" Y/N started caressing Jenna's back "I don't know, I just need to be sure okay. Don't laugh at me please" Jenna lift herself up and look at Y/N "Please just say it."

"Do you like... like me or I don't know, I mean, do you like me as you know... do you like envision me as your girl friend or something, I mean not to jump into conclusions, but like you know, I just want to know like, are we dating? Or like a winter thing?" Y/N stuttered and Jenna just looked at her.

"I just brought you to our family dinner, yeah?" Jenna asked.

Y/N nods,

"I hold your hand and rubs your thigh at dinner?" Jenna asked.

Y/N nods,

"I kissed you, in the lips, hard, and deep before dinner, yes?" Jenna aksed.

Y/N nods,

"I invited you inside my room, let you wear my clothes, I lay on top of you, kisses you again, and listen to you talk, yes?" Jenna asked for the last time.

And Y/N nods for the last time.

Jenna sighs and sits, "Yes, I like you Y/N. I also want to be your girlfriend, and yes, we are dating, if you want to. I mean, if you don't want to dat-"

Before Jenna finished her sentence, Y/N kissed her and yelled "YES! Oh my god" Y/N is now doing her happy dance while Jenna just smiled at the girl "Okay let's get to sleep now."

Y/N lay down Jenna on top of her, "Good night" Y/N whispered and Jenna answered back "Good night and sweet dreams" and kissed Y/N's collar bones.

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Chapter 7

A/N: FINALLY I FINISHED THIS. Hope you enjoy! Open for Comments and Suggestions. To those people who leave comments on my work, I really appreciate you, thank you! Also added a word count just because I feel like this is my current longest story (really not sure, I just feel like it, lol).

What's your favourite show/movie of Jenna?

[ghost-in-the-fog]

Having one of those "this shit makes me so happy, I'm gonna combust" moments lol.

I play a cozy game, called Disney Dreamlight Valley. Life sim game with Disney characters, and some surprisingly deep, emotional moments. We had an update on Wednesday this week. After a year, when we got Jack, this update... Sally arrived.

And I was absolutely sure, it was gonna be Kath Soucie voicing her. She's taken over the role in video games, like the Kingdom Hearts series, and Oogie's Revenge. But to my surprise?

They got fucking Catherine 'O Hara to come back. They got her original voice actress, and I'm losing my mind. I know so many know her as Delia Deetz, Kevin's mom, or from Schitt's Creek... But she'll always be Sally to me. (And Shock too, since she voices her as well.) Arguably, my favorite Disney queen. I can't wait to finish her friendship quests.

Minors/Under the age of 18 DNI. Adults only.

[libraryofgage]

Combo of 17 and 21 from the prompt list! If there are any others you wanna see me write for Steddie, feel free to send an ask!

17. “You are driving me insane and I’m this close to losing my shit because of you.”

21. “I’m not even gonna lie, I’m just so fucking obsessed with you.”

She's a little short and sweet, so I hope you enjoy it! 

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Steve had planned the evening very carefully. He'd made sure Robin kept the kids away from his place, got Nancy to help him gather supplies, and even drove to Indianapolis with Jonathan and Argyle the day before to get very specific cookies from a very specific bakery because Eddie doesn't like cake for special occasions. It is, apparently, too cliche, but that's okay because it's just one more thing Steve loves about him.

So, he feels particularly proud as he looks himself over in the downstairs bathroom mirror. The clothes are another part of the surprise, and Steve can't wait to see how Eddie reacts. He's practically preening at the thought when he hears the front door open and briefly worries one of the kids slipped away from Robin.

Because it's early, and Eddie is very rarely early. His worries are only soothed when a familiar voice playfully calls out, "Stevie, come out come out wherever you are."

Steve snorts and pokes his head out of the bathroom, making sure his body is hidden behind the door. "I'm almost done," he shouts back, unable to help himself from adding, "You're early."

"Robin threatened to skin me alive if I was late. And Nancy was standing behind her with crossed arms, so I knew she would follow through."

Ah, yeah, that would explain it.

Steve smiles a little as Eddie finally walks into the hallway with the bathroom. "Well, luckily I've already got everything ready," Steve says, his smile turning playful at the curious spark in Eddie's eyes.

"Oh? Whatcha got ready, sweetheart?"

"Close your eyes."

Eddie raises an eyebrow at him but complies. Steve waits until he's sure Eddie isn't peeking to come out of the bathroom. He hurries over and puts his hand over Eddie's eyes as well, just to be sure. "Okay, I'll lead you to the living room," he says.

Steve then takes Eddie's hand, carefully guiding him toward the living room. "You know, I'm starting to get the feeling we're gonna have some fun," Eddie says.

"Well, we'll find out," Steve says, glancing back at Eddie as he stops at the couch. "By the way, do you know what today is?"

"Uh, Wednesday?"

Steve laughs and sits Eddie down on the couch. "Yes, but no. Want to try again?"

"I'd rather see whatever you've got planned."

Well, Steve isn't exactly patient right now himself. So, he takes a few steps back, smooths out non-existent wrinkles in his clothes, and tells Eddie. "You can open your eyes now."

What follows Eddie's eyes opening is a punched, wheezing noise as he finally sees Steve. In a cheerleader uniform. Mini skirt, tube socks with Keds, and a crop top that barely reaches past his chest. A wave of pride rushes through Steve at the suddenly starved look on Eddie's face, and he slowly turns to provide a 360 view.

"What do you think?" he asks, stopping with his back to Eddie and looking over his shoulder to see the hungry look in Eddie's eyes.

"I think you're driving me insane, and I'm this close to losing my shit because of you, sweetheart," Eddie replies, holding up his thumb and forefinger. They're pressed tightly together, and Steve can't help laughing.

He turns back around and walks over to Eddie, not at all surprised when he yanks Steve into his lap. Eddie's hands grip his hips, his pinky and ring fingers pushing under the skirt's waistband while his thumbs brush under the crop top. "So, you like it?" Steve asks, grinning brightly.

Eddie doesn't even bother answering. Instead, he surges up and kisses Steve, his right hand sliding to the small of Steve's back to press him closer. Steve sighs happily into the kiss, sliding his arms around Eddie's neck and pushing one hand into his hair. It's easy for Steve to just let Eddie lead, let him decide the pace of the kiss (quick and desperate if the tongue pushing past his lips is any indication), let him have fun like Steve hoped.

It's not until Steve is breathless, his lips sore and throbbing where Eddie bit them, that Eddie pulls away. His pupils are wider than before, his eyes darker, his grin promising. "So, what's the special occasion, Stevie?" he asks, his voice low and raspy and just two steps from a growl that would send shivers up Steve's spine.

"It's our anniversary," Steve says, his brain still trying to catch up as Eddie leans in and kisses his neck.

"Our anniversary is in June," Eddie says, his lips and breath ghosting over Steve's neck and lingering where his pulse is strongest.

Steve licks his lips, tilting his head as Eddie's hands start to slide under his crop top, touching everywhere except where Steve wants them. "A different one. It's, um, the anniversary of our D&D characters. From Will's first campaign."

Eddie stops. He pulls back and looks up at Steve, something like wonder and amusement and searing love threatening to drown Steve if he stares too long. "What the fuck, Stevie?" he asks, his voice soft and nearly reverent.

"You were so excited, I thought it would be fun to celebrate. And, you know, my character did that cheer routine in the next session, and you said you wanted to see me in a cheer uniform, too. So, happy anniversary, babe."

"I'm not gonna lie right now, sweetheart. I am so fucking obsessed with you. I was before, but now it's irreversible. You're never getting rid of me."

A bright grin pulls at Steve's lips, and he presses a quick kiss to Eddie's cheek. "Funny. I was gonna say the same thing."

And then the world is spinning, Eddie is pinning him to the couch, and he can't think about anything other than kissing and tugging at Eddie's jacket to get it off.

[ryanguzmanscowlick]

WIP Wednesday - You ever meet someone and you just … click?

Aka, a head injury leaves Buck with memory issues and Eddie decides to write Buck the love story he deserves in the void where the truth used to be.

“W-we …” Buck squints at the exhausted, beautiful man sitting next to his bed - Eddie - that just squeezed Buck’s hand and told him, I love you. Told him, we love each other. “We’re together?”

Buck barely remembers his own name, his sister’s name. The last thing he remembers with crystal clear clarity is dropping out of the Seals because they weren’t as interested in helping people as he’d thought. He knows without knowing how he knows that he walked out of the Seals a long time ago, though. He knows without knowing that there’s a gap.

If only he knew what to fill it with.

Eddie swallows and stares down at their hands instead of in Buck’s eyes. “Yeah. For a while. About, uh- about four years.”

How’s he gonna explain this to Christopher?

Hell, how’s he gonna explain this to anyone once word spreads that Buck is awake? How long can he keeps this charade up?

Four years. That’s … that’s serious. It makes sense, in a way, because when Buck looks at Eddie something big and heavy and fragile at the edges balloons in his chest. It feels like love. “How old am I?”

“You turned thirty-two a few weeks ago. Nineteen days ago.” He’s glad Buck is asking the easy questions, so Eddie can have an internal breakdown about the deep shit he just got himself into.

Still, he catches the moment the number hits Buck and really sinks in, the terror that floods his eyes like Eddie hasn’t seen since the last seconds he remembers of the day he got shot.

At least Buck won’t remember that either.

“I-I was-it’s …” The last age he remembers is twenty-six. Twenty-six. He knew something was wrong. He knew he was missing pieces but-

In a blink, Buck goes from frozen to hyperventilating and Eddie swears under his breath. “Okay, okay, Buck, it’s okay. I got you. Breathe. C’mon, Buck, you gotta breathe.” Eddie reaches for him and Buck flinches.

Eddie’s hands hover in mid-air, shaking and conflicted and all his medic training has fallen out of his head. “Baby, please. Let me- let me help. Let me hold you.”

His skin is buzzing and his mind is racing and everything is so fucked but under it all he feels a yearning for Eddie. His body remembers that Eddie feels like home even if his brain doesn’t even remember who the fuck Eddie even is.

His chest is starting to burn and the beeping around him is starting to pick up. He really doesn’t want more people in here. This hospital room is too small and overwhelming as it is. “Eddie …” he croaks, reaching to catch his hand again.

Eddie folds over the bed railing to pull Buck’s head to his chest and knot their fingers together. He presses their joined hands into Buck’s chest, Buck’s ear over his heart. “Breathe with me, okay? Just like me.”

He takes a deep breath in, holds it in, lets it out. Another breath in, holds it, lets it out. He repeats until he loses count and then starts over again until their breaths perfectly sync. Until they both stop shaking.

Until Buck sniffles into his shirt. “I don’t remember.”

Eddie hates that he knows exactly what Buck’s voice sounds like when he’s seconds away from a sob. He presses his mouth to Buck’s temple and murmurs there, “It’s gonna be okay, Buck. It’s gonna- we’re gonna help. We’re gonna make sure you know everything you need to.”

The hospital room door opens. “Evan?!”

Eddie closes his eyes and silently rips the Holy Spirit a new one.

“M-Maddie?” Buck claws at Eddie’s shirt to pull himself up. “What are you doing in LA?”

Maddie stops short halfway through rushing to Buck, like snagged cassette tape. Her eyes dart back and forth between Buck and Eddie wrapped around him, his lips centimeters from where they’d been when she walked in. Confusion in her eyes looks a lot like it does in her brother’s. “What? What do you mean? Where else would I be?”

Buck’s eyes shine with tears. “I-I don’t know.”

[airplanned]

WIP Wednesday

Is it a WIP if it’s just a stupid thing I’m working on when I’m upset? Who knows!

It’s Nami forces Zoro to be on Love is Blind.

….

"No," Nami said. "I need sixteen men and sixteen women.  That's how the show works.  If I have sixteen women and fifteen men, I have a woman sitting around with nothing to do, and all the shifting from one pod set to the next is ruined.  I have been working on this for months, and I will not have it ruined by one asshole's bad choices!"

The one asshole was a contestant (former contestant now, Zoro supposed) on the stupid dating show Nami produced where the contestants were supposed to fall in love without seeing each other.  The dude's bad choices were apparently to pick a fight at a family BBQ over hot dog condiments, throw several punches, fall in the pool while holding a great-aunt's Yorkie, threaten a cousin with a fork and a pool noodle, and then assault an officer.  All of this was live-streamed by his niece.  At one point, he shouted a slur.

So yeah, he's not allowed on Nami's show even if he had made bail.

"Zoro, you have to help me."

"How am I supposed to help with any of that?  I don't make schedules."

"I need a sixteeth men."

"Okay?"

She stared at him, her eyes widening pointedly, urging him to pick up on what she was implying.

"I'm not going on your show," he said.

"Fucking--Why not?"

"Because I don't want to get married?"  And what the hell kind of show had the end goal to marry someone you met thee weeks previously?  It takes Zoro three weeks to even start warming up to strangers.

She waved away his concerns.  "That doesn't matter."

"Weird you'd say that about your own show."

"I'm a realist," she said.  "Everyone has their own reasons for being there.  Yours can be to do me a favor.  We don't force anyone to get married, so just go in there, be your usual, closed-off, disinterested self, and no one will want to marry you."

"Everyone will think I chose to go on a dating show.  I'm gonna look pathetic."

She smacked his arm for that one.

"I know how you edit shit to make people look bad," he said.

"I do not.  I edit shit to tell an entertaining story. Be uninteresting, and you won't be on TV.  You're great at staying out of drama, so just do that."

He scrunched up his face and looked away from her.

"All I need is a warm body to fill out the numbers.  You're hot, you're single, you're not offensive online, and I know you will pass a background check, so we can get started without waiting on it to come back."

"It sounds miserable."

"Look.  You're going to go on dates for one day, and when none of the women request to see you again, you'll just get to hang around in the men's lounge and drink for the rest of the week."

That got him to turn back to her and lift an eyebrow.

She leaned in, a shark-like smile on her face.  "A week-long vacation," she cooed.  "All the booze you can drink.  Completely catered.  And you get paid."

"How much?""

Five thousand berries for the week in the pods.  There's a twenty thousand berry bonus if you find someone and propo--"

"Stop talking."

This was a terrible idea.

"Zoro.  I could lose the show."  She looked up at him with puppy eyes.  And not just her usually puppy eyes.  These were sincere.  "I need your help."

He hissed in annoyance.  Mostly annoyance at himself for being such a pushover for his friends.  

This was a terrible idea.

#

Nami makes him get a better wardrobe, and he digs in his heels because there's no point, and he can't afford it, and he's doing her a favor, and then she argues that he needs new clothes anyway, and Zoro's voice rises as he says she told him he wouldn't even be on TV, and Nami says that's no excuse to be a slob, and then Robin cuts in to point out that they're arguing about shirts.

Robin takes him shopping, and immediately picks out five of the same plain T-shirt in different colors, four henleys, two button ups, and a sweater.  "Do you have two pairs of pants without stains or holes?"

"Yes."

"Then you're done."

Robin's pretty cool.

Nami is not cool, because she texts him while they're out, telling him to buy moisturizer for his face.  He texts back a middle finger emoji.

"Make an instagram and post selfies," she orders.

He makes an instagram and posts a selfie of himself in front of the copier at work and then follows all his friends.

Luffy almost immediately follows him back and comments, "Great picture!" and Zoro replies, "Thanks," and Luffy replies, "What are you copying?" and Zoro replies, "YTD profit and loss report."  Luffy hearts that reply, and Zoro decides Instagram isn't so bad.

"OMG!" Nami texts him.  "You spend hours every day at the gym being a thirst trap and then you do sword tricks!  Why are you posting photos of yourself at work?!  You fucking idiot!"

Zoro responds by taking a photo of his computer screen with a blank PowerPoint presentation open with the most boring blue theme.  He gets his own thumb in there to give a thumbs up.  He captions it, "Making a presentation."

"You're the fucking worst," Nami texts.

Luffy replies to his post with, "What's your presentation about?  Can you make it green?"

Zoro makes it green, takes pretty much the exact same picture, and posts again.

Nami gives up complaining about it.  Victory for Zoro.

He gets four days to arrange time off from work, and then he's off.  He's goes to a kind of conference center thing that is not the place where they'll be doing the filming, and then they're all going to get bussed in in a big group so the producers can time their arrival so they don't accidentally run into the women. 

He walks into the building with his duffle bag over his shoulder, and he's immediately swept up by one of the APs and brought into a conference room where six guys are already sitting around a long table.  Two of them hop up to grin at him and introduce themselves, and Zoro already wants to leave.  "I'm Zoro," he says, and eases around to the other side of the table from them. 

"What do you do, Zoro?"

"Uh.  Kendo?"

"Whoa, really?  Like professionally?"

"Sorta."

They stare at him.  Waiting for...who knows.

Finally, one of the other guys clears his throat.  "I don't think the girls will be interested in you if you keep giving answers like that."

Zoro perks.  "You think so?"

All the guys find think this is a weird thing to say and quickly strike up a conversation among themselves.  Zoro considers taking a nap. 

As more guys come in, the welcoming committee keeps popping up to jump on them.  Once they get the new guy's name and a fun fact, they take it upon themselves to introduce everyone else.  "And that's Zoro.  He does kendo."

"Whoa, really?  That sounds cool.  Do you, like, go to competitions and things?"

He quickly realizes that the kendo is far too interesting, and he's wondering what to do about that.  When he talks to the women he should probably not mention it.  Tell them he's an accountant. 

Or he could go all in on swords and tell them everything.  That tends to make people's eyes roll into the backs of their heads. 

[corazondebeskar-reads]

wip wednesday!

thank you @milla-frenchy @slimybeth69 and @aurorawritestoescape for the tags 🖤🖤🖤

we've got three Joels and a Din because I am too excited about all of these and want to share 🥰

of rage and ruin - chapter ten

“Nope,” he pops the p as his smirk grows. “Got a better way t’shut you up.”  The thing about him being nude all the time is that you’re hyper aware of the status of his cock like, all the time. It’s been half mast for the last hour, but it’s paying full attention now.  “Guess I’m just as much of a dog as you. Got me over here like Pavlov.” “Pavlov was the scientist,” Joel says absently, stroking his cock and scooting closer to where you’re sitting up in anticipation.  “S’there a way to shut you up?”

alpha!Joel x omega!reader

“ ...the other agents would leave if they were getting shown up by an omega. It took years after I got my license for them to finally let me work on my own.” “Well, it ain’t gonna be a problem,” Joel decides, leaning back against the booth.  “Oh?” You decide to entertain his stubbornness.  “Yeah, oh. I’m just gonna tell ‘em I won’t work with another agent there. It’s you, or I’ll take my business elsewhere.” You almost don't hear the last part, with how hard your heart starts to thump in your ears.

cowboy!Din

“Now, you listen to me, little girl,” he rumbles, and tugs on the lasso so it tightens a little. “You will cooperate, or so help me, I will throw you over my shoulder and haul your ass home.”

can't lose what you never had (new wip)

dark!QZ!joel x f!oc!reader

He’s a sick, sick man. He thought he’d hit rock bottom before. He’s done unspeakable things without flinching, but this is… this is beyond any of that. But oh, god, he just can’t give a shit anymore, not when she’s got her nose pressed to his pubes, his fat cock fully seated in her throat.  “Good girl,” he groans. “Good puppy, takin’ my cock like that. Fuck.”  He forgets all about his depravity when she looks up at him through watery eyes, preening at his praise. She’s just so happy, so pleased to be pleasing him. It’s addictive. He can’t get enough of this girl, of her unwavering loyalty, of her pure obedience. He’s obsessed. His eyes gleam with a possessive thrill, and he grabs the back of her head, pressing her impossibly further, groaning like a whore.

(if anyone feels like giving their opinion - would y'all prefer it still be second person if it's an oc? The story is mostly from Joel's POV, and she's an OC because she came to life in my head fully formed with a very extensive backstory. I know OCs aren't very popular, but when a character tells me their story, I am beholden to it.)

npt: @kewwrites @kiwisbell @covetyou @guiltyasdave @cavillscurls @penvisions and anyone who wants to share!!

[missveryvery]

Have you watched episode 1 of tgcf season two yet? 👀

Are you kidding. It's literally the only thing that's keeping me alive. Now my life is "hold out until Wednesday, buddy, we can do this."

I'm not sure but I think they fixed up the animation from the preview we got before (like a million years ago) of the scene where they're all assembling because I remember thinking "oh no they lost their budget" and now the scene looks like "here are a hundred gods we made look incredible just for the background"

(Still salty about Mu Qing's hair getting nerfed, make it bigger you cowards)

The part where Pei Ming is about to kick Pei Xiu came off as cartoony in the book but they made it really intense here! I guess because they're trying to hide his clown nose for as long as possible.

I feel very gratified that I was correct that the person we saw for a split second in the preview FROM BEHIND was in fact sqx and my brain worms have again served me well.

I think if I was watching this and had no idea what the story was, I'd think sqx was another love interest because holy shit. The way they shot Shi Qingxuan after transformation where her hair falls and her eyes are locked on him is from Xie Lian's POV, right? Three people have "hair that falls prettily" scenes in this and it's Hua Cheng, Xie Lian, and Shi Qingxuan.

Gif set by @murcielaguitos

They're really going "she's BEAUTIFUL" and you can get the impression that even Xie Lian thinks so. I love the way Shi Qingxuan is looking at him here and her cute smile ; ; like "see? :)"

This is the first time I realized how massive her boobs are. They're INSANE. I really like how Shi Qingxuan's other form is so different! I like to think the trans color scheme is on purpose but idk if they care about flag stuff in China? I don't want to like, push that on them.

In the book, there are a couple people Xie Lian remarks as being attractive, I think Shi Qingxuan is the only lady?

Also the shot earlier of Shi Qingxuan glancing at Xie Lian's chest like ":) I could put some ginormous bazoons there for you, friend"

(Lmao, He Xuan is so fucking stupid 😭 what kind of idiot...?!?? This could have been yours, you absolute clown.)

I was surprised they kept Lan Chang!!! Like wow you're gonna do that part, huh?!

The presentation of the mission's circumstanses also gave me a theory about why Shi Qingxuan was sent with Xie Lian on this specific mission...!

I saw someone talking about how lonely the opening of Xie Lian waking up seemed. But then he gets such a cute friend...! That's so similar to him! It's so nice to see him happy. I like to think that if Hua Cheng didn't exist and all that other background shit wasn't happening, Xie Lian's third go around might have been nice, Shi Qingxuan could have gotten him settled in, reconciled with the clown boys, etc.

The way he looks at Lang Qianqiu ;0;!! he's like "My baby ;0;"

Also losing my mind over this rando. I need to see what the uniforms for each god looks like or I'll die. Why was this dude so well designed and animated ;0;! I love him?!? So exasperated with his dumbass god ;0;

[mermaidgirl30]

Wip Wednesday!

Thank you for the tag @milla-frenchy 🩷

I’ve been working on a little Daddy’s Best Friend, Mr. Miller and Dark Shades of Innocence Lost this week. Making progress.

1. Dbf! Joel

Just when you almost get lost in your fantasies in your mind, Joel pulls you right back out. “I’ll race ya to the beach,” he smirks as he pulls open the back sliding door that leads to a winding staircase down to the beach.

“Bet I can beat you,” you giggle as you push him in the shoulder and race past him, barreling down the sturdy steps as you hear him laughing uncontrollably behind you.

“Cheater,” he laughs with a gravelly tone, “pushed right past me.”

You turn your face his way and stick your tongue out playfully. “Come catch me, slow poke,” you giggle. That just makes him sprint faster toward you.

You take off in the warm sand, your heart beating wildly inside your chest as you run toward the blue crashing waves of the ocean. You turn your head back around quickly and scream when you see him right on your heels.

“C’mere, pretty girl,” he chuckles. One more step and he’s picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder while you squeak and try to escape.

“Joel, put me down!” you laugh, using every bit of strength in you to break free of his hold, but it’s no use. He’s got you in a tight embrace.

“Ain’t puttin’ ya down jus’ yet, baby. Nah, gonna jus’ take ya for a little dip in the water.”

2. Dark Shades of Innocence Lost

Suddenly, your phone lights up as it buzzes in your lap. You unlock the screen, and your eyes light up like a Christmas tree when you see Joel’s name scrolled across the screen. You giggle like a little school girl who’s about to get a handful of candy when you read his text.

Joel: Passed by the library today on my way to work. Made me think of you. Almost stopped in, but figured you’d already be off. Maybe I should’ve tried my luck. Might’ve got to see those beautiful eyes of yours in the sunlight. See ya Saturday, angel. ;)

You can’t stop smiling, your cheeks feel like they’re stretched to their limit as you curl your toes underneath you and squeeze your fingers around the delicate blanket. Joel sure knows how to make your heart flutter uncontrollably.

“What are you beaming about, hmm? Is it Mr. Club Owner?” Taylor laughs from the other side of the couch.

“Let’s see.” Brianna snatches your phone from your clutch, and you try to dive for it, but she holds it up to where you can’t reach.

“Bri, give it!”

“Oh, I was right. It is him! And holy shit is he obsessed with you. Look at how cute this text is, Taylor!” Brianna tosses it to Taylor, and she catches it with ease as she scrolls through your numerous texts with Joel.

Taylor practically loses it as she chokes on a sip of wine. “He called you beautiful! He can’t wait to see you again? And Christ, you guys have been texting a lot. Fuck me!”

You lean forward and grab the phone from her prying fingers and set it down underneath your fuzzy blanket. “Okay, guys. You had your fun. Happy?” you ask annoyed, rolling your eyes as you try to hide the flush of crimson that’s bright on your cheeks.

“Umm yeah, babe! He is totally into you!” Brianna squeaks as she tosses a piece of buttered popcorn your way. You dodge it and shake your head at her while she sets down her fizzy drink on the edge of the polished coffee table.

“You think so?” you giggle, biting your lower lip.

NP tags! @aurorawritestoescape @joelsdagger @alltheirdamn @vivian-pascal @lotusbxtch

@mountainsandmayhem @joelsgreys @burntheedges @sawymredfox @yxtkiwiyxt @604to647

[this-hopeless-war]

i got wednesday off and im gonna use that day to get my shit together (gonna make a to do list and everything, self care is incoming) and i'm hoping with all of my soul this will include creating a Marcia playlist because haianslmqosjdiwhdindiwjd she's so much deeper than she gets credit for I love her and I think i'll actually have time to watch the musical video on wednesday and i'm losing it cause I already know all I can about book/movie marcia but MUSICAL MARCIA hajaownodjfoe I fear it's a real possibility I will explode she's really cool

[eusuntgratie]

fuck it friday

tagged by @rewritetheending

i've got two wip wednesday asks and [redacted] wips i'd like to finish BUT i also have MANY abandoned buddie and sterek wips MOST of which don't have enough to be worth doing anything with BUT. shadow was gonna be a big bang before i knew we were moving and i love her and i *think* i could maybe polish up the first three chapters and post it as a standalone. maybe. so. here's a bit of baby eddie meeting slutty buck at a college party and having his gay little mind blown.

Eddie loses track of time a bit. He drinks some more, walks through the apartment, talks to some people about El Paso and football and the weather and random shit. But he keeps coming back to watch people dancing, or drunkenly swaying. He’s trying to decide what the hell to do with himself, if he should pull the girl lingering on the edges of the room onto the makeshift dance floor, when he sees him. He’s tall, taller than Eddie, with light curly hair and long, long legs. He’s wearing a blue and white baseball tee that’s been chopped off at his chest, showing off the smooth plane of his stomach. Eddie rakes his eyes over the trail of hair on his belly that disappears into jeans that hug his thighs. It’s hard to see in the low light of the apartment, but Eddie’s pretty sure he’s got glitter smeared on his cheeks and something dark smudged on his eyes. He’s the most beautiful fucking thing Eddie’s ever seen.  That thought takes him back a little. This boy, this- man. Is beautiful. He wants, in a way he’s not sure he’s felt before. He takes a few staggering steps before he realizes he’s moving and then- fuck. The guy sees him. And smiles. He’s got full, pretty pink lips that Eddie wants to bite and bright blue eyes and his shirt says “babydoll” in a loopy font and jesus fuck this is a lot to deal with. 

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Can we get a snippet of angry Logan? 👀

Yessss! Let’s do that! 😉👀

MDNI 18+ | Boys being gross, references to sex, language, Logan’s angry.

Read Wild Winds Here!

Rafe slipped his hand over her shoulder, gently pulling her towards him, Logan going easily now that their argument was resolved, and just as his lips touched her forehead did her attention shift.

“She’s gotta be a virgin, dude.”

“I dunno,” the newest member of the valet team shook his head, the same guy who mistook her as a guest a few weeks ago, “I think the innocent look is just an act. Virgins are hard to find.”

“I’m telling you,” she turned her head fully despite Rafe trying to hug her, seeing one of the guys a grade above JJ talking. Andrew—she was pretty sure that was his name. “She’s a total virgin, and I gotta have it.”

“Who are they talking about?” Logan asked, more to herself as she felt Rafe’s wrists cross to rest on her lower back, tilting his head up so she could slide under it.

“I don’t kno—”

“Imagine those big eyes looking up at you…” Andrew swatted the new guy with the back of his hand, both of them laughing, “I gotta pop that cherry, it’s killin’ me thinking she’s untouched.”

“Be careful, bro. JJ’s not gonna let that happen. Dude’s basically pissed a circle around her…”

“Ellie?” Logan pulled away, her shoulders tightening as she felt Rafe reach for her arm, “They’re talking about Ellie?!”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Rafe pulled her back when Logan moved to walk in their direction, “you can’t go around cracking skulls because people are talking, doll.”

“Oh yeah?” Logan pulled her arm from his grip, “Fucking watch me.”

“Logan—”

Although Rafe was stronger, Logan was faster, moving quickly away from her car where Rafe had parked it before he could grab her hand, watching as the valet stand, and by extension the boys, grew closer.

The boys noticed her before she said anything, the new one averting his gaze as Andrew leaned against the stand, “Logan—good to see you this fine Wednesday afternoon. I thought you worked this morning?”

“Yeah, I just got off and I couldn’t help but overhear you talking…” The color in both boys’ faces drained and Logan rested her hands on her hips, “You think Ellie’s a virgin, huh?” No one said anything, simply blinking at her owlishly, “What? You can’t talk anymore…?”

“W—we were just taking,” Andrew cleared his throat, “it wasn’t meant to be heard by anyone else…”

“Does that make it ok to say?” Logan asked, “Ellie’s sex life is none of your concern unless she chooses to discuss it with you. God forbid she invites you into it, so why don’t you two find something else to talk about, huh? Discussing your coworkers sexual history should be far from any of your conversations. It’s disrespectful, it’s gross, and it’s basically an HR violation, so…”

Andrew held his hands up and the new guy looked about ready to wet himself, both of them nodding with slightly parted lips before Logan turned to step off the curb, prepared to return to Rafe and her car when an all too familiar Camaro rolled to a stop right in front of her.

Christopher’s shit eating grin greeted her and Logan only exhaled as he pushed open the door and climbed out. He was dressed in a nice suit she hadn’t ever seen him wear when they were together, adjusting the jacket as he crossed in front of the vehicle, shiny metal watch catching in the sunlight.

“She givin’ you boys a hard time?” Christopher asked, stretching his arm out to hand over his car keys.

“No, sir…”

“Mhmm.” Christopher handed over a few folded bills after his key, stepping up onto the curb with his designer dress shoes, “I know a Logan Maybank ass chewing when I see one. Word from the wise, just nod and let her lose steam…”

Logan scoffed, her blood starting to heat more.

Christopher paused, pulling the sunglasses off his face before he winked at her, dark eyes lingering on her with a twinge of something that only made her more angry, “She likes a few other things too after that, but uh, you’re probably too young for her…” He looked her over, gaze flickering pointedly over her shoulder beyond his car, “Or are you into the young ones now, Lo-Lo?”

A sickly sweet smile formed across her mouth before she said, “Choke on your lunch, Chris.”

“Right back at you, sweetheart.”

—

Tagging @cdragons since Ellie belongs to her! Read her story here!

[aerodaltonimperial]

(Junglecorpse, 1.4k ish. In my defense, and I know I say this a lot but it's actually true this time, I am very legitimately going through a lot right now, and I don't know if my therapist would approve of this method of self-soothing or no, BUT whatever, Junglecorpse is one of the few pairings that activates my "MUST HAVE FLUFF NOW" toggles when normally I avoid fluff like the plague. I wrote this snippet a few months back or so for Vamp via chat and expanded it today for Myself™️ so I'm posting it here so I can save it on the masterlist. You do not have to read this.)

“Do you think Tony’s gonna lose his mind and create a new pay-per-view every week?” Jack asks, while thumbing up through his Twitter feed somewhat absently. He’s only got his right hand, as Darby has stolen his left. Darby’s got one of his ink pens, the felt-tipped kind he uses to doodle sometimes, and the brush of the tip against the skin on the back of Jack’s hand is calming. Sometimes Jack ends up with skulls littering his knuckles, other times with swoops and flourishes; mostly, he just lets Darby do his thing. It’s familiar.

“Seems like a bad business model,” Darby replies. His head is bowed, chin turned down as he works. Last week, Jack went out to lunch with his sister with a stylized skateboard heading up against the bump in his wrist bone, and she’d laughed for about three minutes straight.

Jack snorts a little, still scrolling. Doom-scrolling, really, though he’ll never admit that to his therapist. “Yeah, people are gonna stop paying if all they ever see is Hanger and Swerve stapling each other’s chests every single month, over and over again.”

“You may be greatly underestimating the public interest in that.” Darby laughs.

“Oh.” Jack frowns at the back glow, squinting a little. “Shit, yeah, you’re right. Man. Should I start up a homoerotic feud with somebody with the sole goal of getting some really violent death matches?”

“Please don’t let anyone else staple your chest,” Darby says, a bit muffled. The brush pen curls along Jack’s skin.

“Anyone else? Whoa, buddy, stapling me was not on the to-do list for this week.”

Darby snorts. “I like you in one piece, thanks. And I’m not a big fan of watching you bleed all over the mats.”

“Oh, sure, but I have to watch you toss yourself spine first off the posts every Wednesday,” Jack says. He taps the screen again with his thumb, pulling down. Something something official AEW twitter, five clips from the last show, and Stokely buying another celebrity Cameo to woo Kris Statlander. Actually, that one’s pretty funny. He got Barack Obama to do it. Jack didn’t even know Obama had a Cameo.

The brush tip swirls, then taps a few times. “Aw. You gettin’ anxious over me?”

“Well, if you die, who’s going to keep my feet warm at night?”

“Yeah, I’ve been meaning to tell you: wear socks. Your feet are fucking freezing.”

Jack huffs out another laugh. The Obama cameo was hilarious. Stokely deserves managing her at this point. “I don’t need socks, I have your legs.”

“Dick,” Darby grumbles.

“But back to this pay-per-view thing. This is a lot of matches. Having even more on Sunday, every month, feels kind of overwhelming. Like, I need to have the roofing guy come look at my place? And I can’t schedule it because Tony keeps creating new shows.”

“Mm.” Another swoop of the brush, then some lines. Jack glides through an update from Prince Nana that reads truly bizarre, a reblog from Bowens that reads genuinely excited, and a post from Danhausen that’s mostly nonsense ending with ‘you’re cursed.’ “Maybe next week. Your shingles? Or the gutters? I don’t think I remember you talking about any other issues.”

“Just the shingles. After that last wind storm, I think a few came off, and now I’m worried the whole damn thing will come down around me one night.”

Darby huffs out a laugh, but the doodling ministrations on the back of Jack’s hand don’t pause. “I think you’d get a bit of a heads up before that happens.”

“Only if someone is physically there to yell ‘heads up’ at all times,” Jack jokes. Another tweet from the official AEW account, and then a reblog. Sammy posted. Ricky posted. Sammy tweeted at Ricky with a bunch of capslock, Ricky quote-retweeted with a gif of a dancing middle finger, and Jack skips all of that. Let them argue on main if they want to. Sammy’s just gonna try to fall on Ricky from the scaffolding again.

“I’ll do it.”

The drawing on the back of his hand stops. “Oh, yeah?” Jack smiles. “Are you volunteering to always…” He looks down at the doodles on his skin, and freezes.

Adorning his knuckles are a series of curves, vine-like, that curl up towards his ring finger where they create a solid horizontal line, and in the middle of his hand, somewhat shaky, given they were written upside down to be read from Jack’s direction, blocky letters spell WILL YOU MARRY ME.

Jack’s chest constricts. He can’t breathe. With his heart roaring against his ears, he whips his gaze up to stare at Darby, whose expression is maddeningly neutral. “Darby. What the fuck?”

“Okay, that’s… a response,” Darby says, with the tiniest of shrugs and a pinch to his lips. “Think it’s pretty clear.”

“Are you… are you serious?”

“Yeah,” Darby replies, mouth quirking up at the corners. “Yeah, I am.”

“You…” Jack’s tongue is ungainly, swollen. “Oh my god.”

“I’m not hearing an answer.”

“But… why would you…”

Darby drops his eyes, dragging his thumb over the topmost part of his impromptu design in a caress, and his smile never really diminishes. “Jack, what did you think this was? What did you think this was going to be? I don’t do things in halves, I told you that from the get-go. You know me. It’s you and me, and that’s what I want. Forever.”

“Are… are you sure?” Jack’s gonna choke on everything bubbling up from his chest.

Darby’s eyes slide back up. They reflect the lamplight, bright shiny starbursts. “Yeah, Jack, I’m really fucking sure. And if you don’t—”

“Yes.”

Darby pauses, tongue slipping out to press into the corner of his mouth. “Yes?”

“Yes.” Jack laughs, the sound bubbling up through his throat. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”

“Holy shit.” Darby’s smile widens, impossibly stretched. “Holy shit. Really?”

Jack grabs for Darby’s face, clutching the sides of his head. He mashes their mouths together with way too much force, but he can’t stop it, because the rattling in his veins has started to sing. Then he pulls away. “You asked, you absolute loon, how did you not expect an answer? Yes, really. Really.”

And then he’s not really sure of much other than the fact that they’re both laughing, euphoric, and Jack doesn’t care about the roof anymore, or the idea of someone stapling his chest, because all that really pales in comparison to everything else, and he thinks ah, that’s exactly how it should be.

His brain starts to catch up with reality, sluggish. “Where are we gonna live? My place, or your place? This is opposite sides of the country, you know. Oh, wow. We’re gonna have to file taxes together.”

Darby laughs, features pulled incredulous. “What?”

“Should we hyphenate our last names?” Jack’s eyes track over Darby’s face: blue, blue, blue, his eyes are so blue. Should they have blue in their wedding? Should they have a wedding? “Should we hyphenate them in the ring? Wait, I have to go to the grocery store today, and I don’t want to wash this off my hand. Should I take a photo? Or wear a glove? Am I gonna look like Michael Jackson?”

“Jack,” Darby laughs again, high and bright. “Darling. Light of my life. You’re such a fucking idiot.”

“I’m seventeen steps ahead again, aren’t I.”

Darby grabs his face between his palms. “Yes. Yes, you are. Honestly, I don’t know where we’re gonna live. We’ll probably just keep both places. Yes, we’re gonna have to file taxes together. No, I don’t know if we’ll hyphenate our names; I really don’t give a shit. Yes, you can take a photo. No, you will never look like Michael Jackson.”

“You don’t have an opinion about our names?” Jack asks.

Darby hauls him closer, until their noses touch. He’s smiling, smiling, and Jack’s smiling, the expression too wide and aching on his face. “Jack, I don’t fucking care. I just want to be with you and your stupidly cold feet.”

“Does this proposal come with the condition that I have to buy some socks?”

“Don’t you even dare,” Darby replies, his thumb gliding along Jack’s cheek a little. “You’re gonna shove your feet between my legs in the middle of the night and jolt me awake like you always do, and I’m gonna fuckin’ love it, every damn time.”

“Oh my god, you’re such a sap,” Jack says.

“Get to used to that, ‘cause you’re gonna be legally stuck with me after this.”

“Awesome,” Jack breathes, and kisses him again.