#(i'm feeling mid about this set so i'm posting it in the dead of night when i don't have to think about it lol)

[guardian-angle22]

TK/Carlos + Touch

↳ 4.18 In Sickness and In Health (Deleted Scene)

#911 lone star #911lsedit #tk/carlos + touch #tarlos #tk strand #carlos reyes #i'm playing a game called 'how many individual wedding sets can i stretch this series out to include' lol #the way tk gently cradles carlos' head while trying not to get cake in his hair at the same time #and his face in the end too #he couldn't NOT touch carlos' face while kissing him even though he has cake all over his hands #so he does his best lmao #my gifs #queue it up #(i'm feeling mid about this set so i'm posting it in the dead of night when i don't have to think about it lol)

[bitchimasnake-sss]

unwinding after a long day ft. luffy!

in which, after a long day, he comes right back to you <3

ft. luffy x fem!reader

set-up: its been a tiring day for him, good thing you're right here to offer your services (wink wink)

warnings: both sfw/nsfw headcanons for this dumbass; nsfw stuff includes penetration, cockwarming, raw!fucking (kids use protection pls 👍)

luffy:

sfw!!

- after a long, long day of eating, running around the deck with ussop, defeating like five sea kings, enduring 53628 kicks and punches from the crew (how is this man a captain is beyond me sometimes), luffy is bound to be tired - you're laying on your bed post-dinner, absent-mindedly chipping away the nail polish - you feel the mattress next to you dip lowly as he jumps next to you, face-first - "ynn-" he's whining, wrapping his hands around you and intertwining his legs between yours, "ynnnnnn" "hmm?" you hum, still busy picking apart the colour on your nails "i'm so, so soooo tired" a laugh escapes you, "really? is it due to all the running?" and now he's pouting, "are you saying it's my own fault?" - you peck his cheek, then flash him a grin, "how can i ever say that?" - most of the nights, you silence him by giving him a massage - you don't even think you're good at it but holy shit this boy is obsessed with getting a quick massage from you. - and this has led to quite the number of misunderstandings. "yn," he had asked you when the crew were eating dinner together, "can we do that thing at night? i really need it." "WHAT THE FUCK-" nami is punching luffy in his guts, his food is being thrown out of his mouth and onto zoro, "WE ARE EATING." - he meant massage. - you knew it, he knew it. the rest of the crew? they assumed you were fucking (they aren't wrong, per se. they just didn't want to believe that all the sounds of bed creaking wasn't from you both jumping around, rip them) - yeah ussop threw up and sanji fell to his knees and cried for like 57 mins because how did luffy manage to bag you??? - zoro hasn't spoken in two days from the shock of it (and the traumatic experience of having food spit on him) and nami has retired to her room for a whole business week, she is now only conversing by using chopper as her message carrier - chopper is confused (poor bby 😭😭, he assumed it was massage or something and he is the only one who's correct) - anyways, other than getting massages, sometimes he starts rambling on about something or the other till he falls asleep mid-conversation - rest assured because he will continue whenever he wakes up "where was i?" he's shaking you awake "luffy" you groan, "it's like two am, go to sleep" "oh right, so ussop told chopper than reindeers are called reigndeers because they used to be actual kings back in the ancient times and so rein means reign and not rain like most people as-" he falls asleep again mid conversation - tf are you supposed to do with this man?? - peak, sheer dumbassery even when he's tired

nsfw!!

- this man refuses to entertain one-sided favours - your soft hands were kneading away the tension on his biceps a few minutes ago, so obviously he should return the favour back by massaging your back - you refuse many times because as much as you love luffy, this man does not understand his own strength - so you have a very valid fear that he would break your spine as he gives you a massage - "this isn't fair, let me do it too ughh" "how about no" "okay then let me fuck you, you'd like that right?" - didn't even blink twice plz 😭😭 - this dude is dead serious. - he gotta make up to you for being such a sweetheart to him one way or the other - that explains how he was pulling your top off, sucking sweetly on your tits, fingers gently rubbing over your clothed pussy - that also explained how he pulled you onto his lap, slipping in his dick inside you, stretching you out with a loud moan "you always take it so well, don'tcha?" he grins at you, tipping your head upwards and kissing you - refuses to move tho. - basically baited you into cockwarming him - what a royal asshole. - "what is it?" he coos when he feels your walls clamp down on him, your fingers desperately toying with your clit to get some sort of relief "pl- pleasefuckme-" there's tears clinging onto your lashline, your lips are red from how long you've been biting and chewing on them "hm?" he grins at your state, "what was that you said?" "please-" your breath hitches as he thrusts into you suddenly "fuck you?" "go- god. fuck, yes" his thrusts are merciless, pounding into you at a speed that has your overstimulated cunt spasming in seconds - doesn't let you go till he feels like he's paid you back enough "that was fun" he nuzzles into your neck, breathing slowly "mhm" you feel yourself dozing off he lays you down before snuggling into you and falling asleep - will end up giving you a massage in the morning anyways - although he can be just a little bit of a dick sometimes, there's no one you would rather unwind with

bonus!!

- ussop (while crying) had to relocate from his cabin to sanji's because the walls are really not that thick and he was next door - "i can hear them-" ussop sniffled, standing at sanji's doorstep, "omg i can hear luffy-" "ussop, you have to learn to face the horrors of the world." sanji spoke firmly, although his expression betrayed the confidence in his voice - actually they both just cried and ate the secret stash of ice-cream sanji had saved up - you and luffy need to pay for their therapy now im afraid 😃

zoro's part <3 sanji's part <3

#one piece #luffy x reader #sanji x reader #zoro x reader #luffy smut #monkey d luffy x reader #monkey d luffy #sanji smut #zoro smut #one piece x reader #one piece smut

[sophsiaaa]

I've been wanting to make this post for a while so now that I'm on mid-sem break, I will. Let's talk Shigaraki and sex.

NSFW warning??

So, let's get the big question out of the way. Is Shigaraki a virgin?

I think, yes. 100%

However, that is not to say that he is an innocent, oblivious, 'omg what is sex? uwu' baby villain. This guy literally lives in a bar, in a seedy part of the city, and hangs around with criminals. He knows about sex - I daresay he knows quite a bit about it. Besides which, we see in-canon that he has a phone and a PC and access to the internet, so he's hardly sheltered (though, he's definitely sheltered in regard to actual real-life socialisation, but that's another story).

Regardless, I stand by my assertion that he is a virgin.

Exhibit A: Shigaraki is shown very overtly to hate 'basically everything'. Correct me if I'm wrong, but everything encompasses sex/romance/intimacy. His character, especially at the beginning of the story, is prickly, quick-to-frustration, and sort of single-minded. He is driven to complete one narrow goal set by AFO that he believes he wants: to kill All Might. I believe prior to our introduction to Shigaraki, he was much the same, and thus did not seek out sex. Given his hostile and loner-guy nature at the start of the series, I doubt he would have had much in the way of propositions on his occasional solo trip to the mall.

Exhibit B: whilst I have seen it theorised that AFO introduced Shigaraki to sex via getting him a sex worker to 'satisfy his natural urges', personally, I think this theory is unlikely. This is because everything AFO does is to create discomfort and frustration in Shigaraki's life in order to stoke his rage (the guy literally has him wearing dead hands despite the fact that they make Shigaraki simultaneously feel calm and like throwing up). Thus, I doubt AFO would have encouraged Shigaraki to indulge in sexual relief - or any kind of relief - at all. I doubt he would have even explained the birds and the bees and likely pawned that job off onto the doctor or the internet if Shigaraki asked any questions.

So, we've established that Shigaraki's a virgin, and an ultimate hasn't-even-kissed-anyone virgin at that. But does he want to have sex? That big question number 2.

Honestly, I don't think he much cares for it.

It's odd to say given the multitude of what is essentially sex-addict-Shiagraki headcanons out there, but I truly think he doesn't really think about sex. Shigaraki's sex drive is probably quite low. Now, since I'm taking an evidence based approach here, lets go for the obvious evidence that points to him not having much interest in sex and that is the fact that if he was interested in it, Horikoshi would not shy away from showing it. My Hero Academia is not a manga that shies away from the odd bit of fan service or the pervy character. Mineta is - unfortunately - living proof of this. And he's not the only one. Horikoshi writes many of his characters displaying sexual attraction/interest/engagement/awareness at one point or another. So, logically, if Shigaraki was a character who was interested in sex, Horikoshi would show that. Since he doesn't, I can only conclude that sex isn't really a big deal to Shigaraki, or at the very least, not something he thinks about enough for it to show up on-screen.

Now, do I believe that Shigaraki has zero sexual interest? No. I think he's watched porn before, and probably even jerks it every now and then. But do I think he would actively seek out sex? Nah. Honestly, I don't even think he'd go along with sex unless it's with someone he's got a pre-established emotional connection to that's been building for a long time.

Like everything with Shigaraki, I think sex would be intense. By this I mean, he wouldn't be the type to have a casual one-night-stand or a friends-with-benefits fling. If he's in it, his heart's in it. Because he is so angry and destructive, Shiagraki often gets mischaracterised as heartless and deliberately cruel (this is a conversation for a separate post), but in reality, he cares a lot about certain things and puts his all into them. With sex, he would have to care about the who for the what to matter.

In conclusion - Shigaraki's well aware that BDSM doesn't stand for Bible Discussion/Study Meeting, but he's also a virgin loser who would not pin you up against the wall and have his way with you in a dark alley.

#shigaraki tomura #bnha shigaraki #bnha #shigaraki tenko #shigaraki x reader #bnha fanfiction #tomura shigaraki #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #headcanon #headcannons #smut #shigaraki headcanons

[shady-lemur]

Stargirl ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

The people have spoken.. They want ex-gf Ellie!!! I'll probably end up posting a farmer Ellie later too tho so everybody wins!!

Ex gf!Ellie finds you alone at the club with 4 too many drinks in your system.

Ellie x reader

This will be multiple parts sorry girlies

part 1, part 2, part 3

Content warnings - drinking, fighting, a little bit of manipulation, some angst.

(I promise the next part will be happier.. Or will it 😜)

You sniff as you try to make your way through the crowd of people. You just wanted to get outside so you could text your "friends" and ask them where they went. You feel the wet tears and your mascara running down your cheeks. "'cuse me hun" you hiccup as you try to cut through a trio of girls. One of the girls stops you to ask you if you need help or need to call someone to bring you home but you just say you're fine and brush her off. "No!! Nono, I've got someone to *hiccup* call and I need to find my friends." She nods and smiles at you before going back to her friends.

You finally reach the outside of the club and immediately slid down to sit on the sidewalk, pulling your phone out of your clutch.

"Shit! It's fucking dead." You sob, holding your head in your hands as you look around for someone who might be able to help. No one's around the front of the club, you could go find that nice girl and say 'yes I need help my friends fucking abandoned me.' But you feel like you'd die if you try to get up from your spot. So your only answer was to laugh at the situation you'd gotten into.

What seems like 5 hours later (20 minutes) you see another car slowing down at the sight of you sitting on the curb. You sigh, thinking it'd be another old fucking man asking if you need a ride home. No amount of alcohol would ever let you say yes.

To your surprise, you see Ellie Williams get out of the car instead. Just what you fucking needed.

"Y/n, oh my god. What the fuck are you doing out here? it's almost 4 in the fucking morning." You wipe a tear and laugh.

"Like you fuckin' care" you slur, trying to get up from your spot on the curb but failing. Ellie runs her hand through her hair and helps you up, "y/n of course I fucking care. Do you need a ride home?" You shake your head and push her off of you. "N-no. 'M just waiting for my *hiccup* friends."

Ellie bites her lip and furrows her eyebrows before shaking her head. "I don't think it's safe for you to be out here alone. You can call your friends and tell them you're going home." You look at her and start to cry again. "Why the fuck are you yelling at me!!" You whine, following her lead as she guides you to her passenger seat.

She sighs and sets you in the passenger seat before giving you the half full bottle of water in her cup holder. "Baby, I didn't mean to yell. I'm just worried about you, what if someone saw you on the road and decided to take advantage of you?"

You sob into her shoulder as she leans over you to buckle your seatbelt. She gently pats your back and toy sob harder. "No one has ever been as nice to me as you are els!!" You sob.

She smiles calmly and kisses your temple, "drink some water. Can you tell me where your new apartment is?"

You nod, "it's um-"

Ellie turns her head to look at you only to realize that you fell asleep mid sentence.

"Oh god, fuck me." She mumbles, turning around to make her way to her own apartment.

You wake up to the smell of bacon and pancakes, immediately feeling the pounding headache you had from blacking out last night. You open your eyes to find your- definitely not your room.

The walls were a medium gray and posters of marvel and dc comics were decorating them. "Where the fuck am i?" You whisper, slowly sitting up before it hits you.

"Oh my fucking god." You lift the comforter to make sure you aren't naked, you're in a oversized David Bowie shirt and some plaid pj pants. You groan and find your phone charging on the nightstand next to you. None of your friends even fucking texted and it's 11:32. You slam your head into the pillow before getting up and making your way out the door to find your ex.

Ellie stops flipping a pancake when she sees you and she gives you an awkward smile, "are you feeling okay? I can get you some water and medi-"

You calmly cut her off, "did you pick me up so you could try to get back in my pants?"

She puts her hands up and laughs, "maybe I just feel like being a decent fucking human being." You start to get some water, "you don't do anything without a motive. Ellie I know you, I know your fucking games."

She scoffs and laughs at you, running a hand through her hair. "so what? Was I seriously this bad of a person when you would beg me to-"

"YES!? You were, We were fucked up Ellie!! I've spent months trying to get my life back together and I can't have you walking into it again." You cut her off and try to hide how you cheeks def got a little bit red..

"So sitting on a curb sobbing and drunk because no one cares about you enough to stay is getting your life back together?" She was only inches from your face now, leaning down slightly so you could see straight into her eyes.

You stand there for a couple seconds, blankly looking at her before you start to laugh, "fuck this. And fuck you Ellie." You start to walk out of the door, grabbing a piece of bacon and your bag that was on the island as you walk. She scoffs, "I don't even get a thank you for saving your ass?"

You flip her off from behind, "I would've rathered death." You say with the bacon in your mouth before open and slamming her door shut behind you.

Who the fuck needed her anyway? You had lots of people who cared about you. Like your mom, Your um.. mom..?

Your grumbling to yourself as you order an Uber. "Howfuckingdareshebringuplastnightitwasashittythingtodoandiwasfuckingsad."

The Uber finally get here, you tell them your address and think about Ellie fucking Williams the whole way home.

Ellie is pacing back and forth in her apartment. Also mumbling to herself but less angrily. "Why the hell did I say that? That's the absolute dumbest thing I could've said in that moment."

The truth is that Ellie really wanted to make you breakfast, give you some headache treatment, eat with you, tell you how sorry she was for the toxic relationship you both had been through, finally get some real closure, and then drive you back to your place.

But it's just a reflex for her, when you start to get mad she starts to get defensive and mean. When she gets mad she can't control her own stupid fucking mouth. She hadn't even been able to tell you about the therapy she's started. She craved your approval and excitement about her milestones. She couldn't even bring herself to want to celebrate her own birthday when she woke up alone.

She wanted to tell you about her promotion, she wanted to tell you about how Dina convinced her to start playing guitar at a local bar on Friday nights. But mostly she wanted to tell you that she really was trying to be better, she needed you to give her a hug and tell her she was doing a good job. Ellie was a fucking mess without you.

Please dm me with any suggestions, writing tips, what you'd like to see in this series, or if you wanna be on the tag list for the next part. ily cuties ♡(*´ω｀*)/♡

#ellie tlou #tlou part 2 #ellie williams #ellie x fem reader #they are gay #and a bit toxic #tlou fic

[w3ath3r-0f-sw34t3rz]

lyrics that only a tortured poet could write

(pt 2)

i am someone who until recent events you shared your secrets with // and your location, you forgot to turn it off // and so i watch as you walk

old habits die screaming

i move through the world with a heart broken // my longing state unspoken // and i may never open up the way i did for you

you said i needed a brave man // then proceeded to play him // until i believed it too

was it hazing for a cruel fraternity? // i pledged and i still mean it

now i wanna sell my house and set fire to all my clothes // and hire a priest to come and exorcise my demons // even if i die screaming // and i hope you hear it

i hear the whispers in your eyes // i'll make you wanna think twice // you'll find that you were never not mine

pick your poison, babe, i'm poison either way

even if it's handcuffed, i'm leavin' here with you

wise men once said // "wild winds are death to the candle"

cross your thoughtless heart // only liquor anoints you // she's the albatross // she is here to destroy you

wise men once said // "one bad seed kills the garden" // "one less temptress, one less dagger to sharpen" // locked me up in towers // but i'd visit in your dreams

and when that sky rains fire on you // and you're persona non grata // i'll tell you how i've been there too // and that none of it matters

wise men once read fake news // and they believed it

spread my wings like a parachute // i'm the albatross // i swept in at the rescue

if you wanna break my cold, cold heart // just say, "i loved you the way that you were"

i changed into goddesses, villains and fools // changed plans and lovers and outfits and rules

down that passage in time back to the moment // i crashed into you, like so many wrecks do // too impaired by my youth to know what to do

could it be enough to just float in your orbit? // can we watch our phantoms like watching wild horses?

we hereby conduct this post-mortem

and so a touch that was my birthright became foreign

come one, come all // it's happening again

we learn the right steps to different dances

lost the game of chance, what are the chances?

guess who we ran into at the shops? walking in circles like she was lost // didn't you hear? they called it all off // one gasp and then: how did it end?

say it once again with feeling // how the death rattle breathing // silenced as the soul was leaving // the deflation of our dreaming // leaving me bereft and reeling // my beloved ghost and me // sitting in a tree // D-Y-I-N-G

i can't pretend like i understand ... i still don't know // how did it end?

i feel so high school every time i look at you // i wanna find you in a crowd just to hide from you

i'll drink what you think and I'm high // from smokin' your jokes all damn night // the brink of a wrinkle in time // bittersweet sixteen suddenly

are you gonna marry, kiss or kill me? // it's just a game, but really // i'm bettin' on all three for us two

i hate it here so i will go to secret gardens in my mind // people need a key to get to, the only one is mine // i read about it in a book when i was a precocious child // no mid-sized city hopes and small-town fears // i'm there most of the year 'cause i hate it here

i hate it here so i will go to lunar valleys in my mind // when they found a better planet, only the gentle survived // i dreamed about it in the dark, the night I felt like i might die

i'm lonely, but i'm good // i'm bitter, but i swear i'm fine // i'll save all my romanticism for my inner life and i'll get lost on purpose // this place made me feel worthless // lucid dreams like electricity, the current flies through me // and in my fantasies, i rise above it

everyone knows that my mother is a saintly woman // but she used to say she wished that you were dead

i wrote a thousand songs that you find uncool // i built a legacy that you can't undo // but when i count the scars, there's a moment of truth // that there wouldn't be this if there hadn't been you

and maybe you've reframed it // and in your mind, you never beat my spirit black and blue // i don't think you've changed much

a feather taken by the wind blowing // i'm afflicted by the not knowing

i look in people's windows // transfixed by rose golden glows

does it feel alright to not know me? // i'm addicted to the "if only"

i guess a lesser woman would've lost hope // a greater woman wouldn't beg // but i looked to the sky and said please

cards on thе table // mine play out like fools in a fable // oh, it was sinking in // slow is the quicksand // poison blood from the wound of the pricked hand

and i sound like an infant // feeling like the very last drops of an ink pen // a greater woman stays cool // but i howl like a wolf at the moon // and i look unstable // gathered with a coven 'round a sorceress' table // a greater woman has faith // but even statues crumble if they're made to wait // i'm so afraid i sealed my fate // no sign of soulmates // i'm just a paperweight in shades of greige // spending my last coin so someone will tell me it'll be okay

when the first stone's thrown, there's screamin' // in the streets, there's a raging riot // when it's "burn the bitch," they're shrieking // when the truth comes out, it's quiet

i was in my tower weaving nightmares // twisting all my smiles into snarls // they say, "what doesn't kill you makes you aware" // what happens if it becomes who you are?

they knew, they knew, they knew the whole time // that i was onto somethin' // the family, the pure greed, the Christian chorus line // they all said nothin' // blood's thick, but nothin' like a payroll // bet they never spared a prayer for my soul // you can mark my words that i said it first // in a mourning warning, no one heard

said you were gonna grow up // then you were gonna come find me // words from the mouths of babes // promises oceans deep// but never to keep

are you still a mind reader? // a natural scene stealer? // i've heard great things, Peter // but life was always easier on you than it was on me

we both did the best we could do // underneath the same moon // in different galaxies

and i won't confess that i waited, but i let the lamp burn

love's never lost when perspective is earned

forgive me, Peter, please know that i tried // to hold onto the days when you were mine // but the woman who sits by the window has turned out the light

and i can confirm she made // a curious child, ever reviled // by everyone except her own father // with a quite bewitching face // splendidly selfish, charmingly helpless // excellent fun 'til you get to know her

but as she was leaving it felt like breathing ... as she was leaving it felt like freedom

all her fuckin' lives flashed before her eyes // it feels like the time she fell through the ice then came out alive

and at first blush, this is fate // when it's all roses, portrait pose // Central Park Lake in tiny rowboats // what a charming Saturday // that's when she sees the littlest leaks down in the floorboards // and she just knows she must bolt

buried down deep // and out of your reach // the secret we all vowed // to keep it from you in sweetness

you got the dragonflies above your bed // you have a favorite spot on the swing set // you have no room in your dreams for regrets // (you have no idea) // the time will arrive for the cruel and the mean // you'll learn to bounce back just like your trampoline // but now we'll curtail your curiosity

i'm not a donor but i'd give you my heart if you needed it

and the years passed like scenes of a show // the professor said to write what you know // lookin' backwards might be the only way to move forward // then the actors were hitting their marks // and the slow dance was alight with the sparks // and the tears fell // in synchronicity with the score // and at last // she knew what the agony had been for

now and then i reread the manuscript // but the story isn't mine anymore

#you know it's good when you reach the max character limit on a text block #the tortured poets department #ttpd #taylor swift #ts

[dinsverdika]

A Yellow Leaf & Glowing Flowers (one shot)

Pairing: Din Djarin/Reader

Tags (as posted on AO3): fluff, mutual pining, early relationship, me making stuff up about space flora, me making a planet up, angst, hurt/comfort, cuddling, helmetless din djarin (but only in the dark), keldabe kiss (which can be considered as a first kiss), use of mando'a, not canon compliant, reader's gender is not specified

Word count: 4,098

Notes: Hi! This piece has been sitting on my WIP shelf for many months. The entire premise of this one shot has been changed as I couldn't find any more inspiration for it. I hope you enjoy!

not canon compliant: Din's ship hasn't been blown up (it honestly makes writing x reader fics easier.)

use of Mando'a: translations in the footnotes.

ps: the Reader doesn't know Din's name but the narrator and well, you the real reader, do. I'm also my own beta reader so mistakes and typos may've slipped by me, apologies!

You had been walking for a while, it seemed. You could not exactly pinpoint how long it had been but this matter swiftly left your mind as the walking trail you’d been following opened up to a glade. You stopped dead in your tracks and scanned the area, nothing seemed out of order or unsafe. You left the pathway as you stepped forward into the secluded spot.

Your chest expanded as you inhaled deeply. You held your breath, letting the scent of the nature surrounding you reinvigorating your senses. A renewed feeling of wellness blossomed within you as you exhaled, making you feel weightless. You repeated the breathing exercise a couple of times until every single muscle in your body had let go of unwanted stress. You blinked your eyes open, focusing your gaze on what was above you: a purple sky decorated with a few orange clouds here and there. Their fluffy texture made it seem as if someone had painted them there. The sun was not entirely set but a pink moon was high in the sky and a few stars had started appearing as well, freckling the sky with their soft twinkling. 

A splashing sound diverted your attention from the sky, you almost missed seeing a tiny frog swimming away after it'd jumped into the water.

A river. 

The body of water was a few steps away from your feet. The stream created a soft burbling sound, putting you at ease.

You threw a look at the walking trail behind you and weighed your options. With a shrug, you chose to enjoy what the glade had to offer. You promised to yourself to not lose track of the time. You'll go back to where you came from eventually.

Your shoes were in your hands as you wiggled your toes in the fresh grass beneath your feet. It was soft and slightly wet as you strided to the riverbank. The river was not as shallow as you had expected. The water was clear, allowing you to see the riverbed easily. You patted your morning self on the back for choosing to wear mid-length trousers, you could dip your legs up to your calves without worrying about making your clothing wet. 

A single yellow leaf appeared in your field of vision as it floated on the water, following the stream. You trained your eyes on it until it had disappeared down a short waterfall on your left and continued its way deeper into the woods. You had no idea how seasons worked on this planet, making you wonder if it was a sign that autumn was near. 

With that in mind, you dipped your toes, testing the temperature. The water was cool but not cold.

Leaned back on your hands, sitting on the side of the river, your legs were swaying back and forth in the water. 

The sun had fully set now, going below the horizontal line hidden by the trees in front of you, letting place to the darkness of the night. The clouds you had seen when you first arrived had dissipated; nothing was obstructing the moon from casting its purple-ish glow on the glade. Contentment filled you as you fully relished in the peaceful moment the galaxy had granted you. 

A flower suddenly bloomed near you with a soft puff. A soft, comforting glow emanated from it, lighting up the darkness surrounding it. Child-like wonder buzzed within you as a few dozens of flowers bloomed around you as well. You glanced around in awe; the flowers all bloomed randomly around the glade. The trail you had taken also had the same flowers on each side of it, as if to guide night-time visitors to this spot in the middle of the woods.

One last flower bloomed by your thigh. 

“Late bloomer, aren’t you?” you chuckled quietly. 

You gently held the flower from below its receptacle and tilted it, wishing to take a better look inside it. It had white petals with a thin light blue streak in the middle. Each petal had the same pattern. Even though you could not tell how or why it happened, it was evident that the glow was coming from its pistils. Its faint sweet scent hit your nose, urging you to take an even closer look; you feared that the pretty glow emanating from the flower would die off if you were to pluck it out. 

“Here you are,” said a modulated voice from behind you.

The sudden voice made you jump. Relief coursed through you as you whipped your head around, your eyes landing on the Mandalorian. 

“You scared me,” you said, resting a hand on your chest. You could feel your heart beating at a rapid pace beneath it.

“I didn’t mean to,” deadpanned Din. 

“Was I gone for long?” you asked, recovering from the short-lived scare. 

“No," he replied, shaking his head. "You were gone for an hour, I’d say. The sun had set fast, though,” he added. “I was working on the ship until these flowers bloomed and grabbed my attention. It's been a short walk from the ship.” 

The cold air of night surprised you as soon as you got up as it hit your wet legs, making you shiver. The temperature must've dropped a lot quicker since the night had settled in.

“This place is beautiful,” you stated, making your way to the Mandalorian. “I've never seen anything like it before. Do you know what these flowers are?” 

“I’m afraid I don’t,” he replied, crouching down to gently tilt one just like you did a few minutes ago. “They’re pretty, though.” 

You nodded in agreement. “Do you think their glow would die out if we were to pluck some of them out?” 

You gasped as Din swiftly pulled on the flower he was holding, ripping it off from the grass. 

“Mando!” you shouted. 

Din pushed himself back up and inspected the flower wordlessly. He rubbed the inside of the petals, smearing the pollen on his fingertips. Curiosity overtook you as you pressed your side against his, taking a better look at what he was doing.

He hummed and brought his hand closer to your face. “I don’t know if you can see it but it seems like each particle of pollen produces light. That must be where their glow comes from,” he explained. 

Din watched you take his hand in yours, he tore his eyes away from your joined hands to train them on your face. A frown had appeared above your eyes, creating a crease between your eyebrows as you focused on the product smeared on his fingertips. Endearment washed over him as you tilted your head. He swallowed as his eyes lingered on your pursed lips, they've never looked more kissable than right now. The moonlight complimented your face beautifully.

“These flowers must contain a lot of pollen then,” you said, pulling him out of his thoughts.

The Mandalorian hummed in agreement and replied, “it also means that they only lose their glow once they have wilted.” 

“I wonder if bugs pollinate these flowers…” you said out loud. “Do you think glowing honey can be produced out of them?” you asked. 

"It could be a possibility," he replied. 

He glanced around the area, seeking anything that could resemble a pollinating bug. Nothing unusual jumped out of the darkness surrounding you, even after he'd activated thermal vision on his visor. 

"I'm not seeing any bugs around, though," he added. 

His gaze landed on your face once more, your attention wasn't on his hand -although, you hadn't let go of it- anymore but on the glade too.

A soft breeze made the leaves of the trees around you rustle before hitting you head on. The Mandalorian couldn't feel it, his armour and flight suit protecting him from it. 

The same couldn't be said for you, the thin clothes you were wearing were optimal for warm weather -which this planet had proved to have a few hours ago- but not for the colder temperatures the lack of sunlight was providing. 

You shivered and wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to shield your body from the unrelenting breeze. 

Your arms were of little help as you shivered once more. Your legs were still wet from earlier, accentuating the coldness striking you.

In a flash, the Mandalorian had you pressed against him, his back turned to the breeze; doing a better job at shielding you from the cold than your arms. 

You brought your curled fists up to your mouth, deeply exhaling into them, warming them up in the process. Din's hands were on your back, rubbing it up and down. Warmth spread in your chest as you nuzzled his chestplate, pressing yourself against him even more. 

A giddy feeling joined the warmth in your chest as you relished being pressed against the sturdy Mandalorian. The beskar against your cheek may have been cold but his touch was making it easy to ignore. 

You'd thought his attentiveness was part of his job, being a bounty hunter meant being on high-alert all the time; being aware of your surroundings at all times must have become second nature for the Mandalorian. Yet, Din had proven to you countless of times that his attentiveness was not only reserved for his bounties, but for you as well. 

You hadn't been the only object of his attentiveness, you'd seen how conscientious he was with Grogu. You tried swallowing around the painful lump forming in your throat. 

“We should probably head back to the ship, it must be getting late,” said the Mandalorian, tearing you away from your reverie. 

You agreed wordlessly, reluctantly untangling yourself from his embrace. Din cupped your face, his leather gloves were warm on your skin, their oaky scent filling your nose.

A frown appeared above his eyes as you gave him a contorted smile. 

"Is everything okay?" He asked, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs. 

You sighed and leaned into his touch, "yes," you lied. "I'm just tired." 

The Mandalorian didn't believe it but let it go for now. Soon enough, his hand was on your lower back, guiding you towards the walking trail. 

The soil crunched underneath your feet as you walked back to the ship in comfortable silence. 

Din was scanning the area from under his helmet, ready to unholster the blaster hanging off his belt if a threat were to appear out of nowhere. Your eyes, on the other hand, were gazing up the trees, searching for a beehive… a glowing beehive, maybe? 

Disappointment felt heavy on your chest as nothing popped up to your eyes and the shape of the Razor Crest appeared on the horizon. 

The Mandalorian reached the top of the ramp and turned around to be greeted by the sight of you standing at the bottom of the ramp, staring into the darkness of the wood. Your shoulders were low as if you were carrying the weight of the galaxy on them. You were chewing on your bottom lip, preventing it from trembling. 

An invisible force pinched the Mandalorian's heart. He made his way back down the ramp and grabbed your hands, covering them with his. You looked up at him, a silent gasp died on his lips as he noticed tears gathering on your waterlines. 

“I’m sorry this is all very futile, it’s just that-” you apologised. A sob came up your throat, making it difficult for you to finish your sentence.

“I understand,” he nodded. “It’s been difficult for me, too.” 

Your eyes bounced between his eyes through the visor. It was fruitless, the tinted transparisteel was impenetrable. 

Seeing his face contorted by sadness and pain was not something you could've handled anyway.

“We should go up and rest,” said Din, trying to move the two of you away from the painful topic. 

You nodded in agreement, not trusting your voice to not give away how upset you were.

The Mandalorian made his way up the ramp once more, his fingers laced with yours.

“Come on,” Din said once the ramp had hissed shut. “Let’s go.”

His hand was back on the small of your back, guiding you towards the cot. He rummaged under the pillows and retrieved your sleeping clothes. You quietly changed into them while Din had retreated to the 'fresher, offering you a few moments of privacy while he freshened up. 

Exhaustion washed over you as you pulled your sleeping shirt over your head. A grimace pulled on your features, vulnerability crawling its way in your chest. Insecurity prickled your fingertips as you uselessly flattened your shirt with the palm of your hands. The lump in your throat hadn't reduced, sobs threatening to breach your lips to ease the pain. 

It had been a long day. 

"A few long days," you corrected yourself internally.

With your sleeping attire now on, you crawled into the cot and slipped under the cover. Air hitched in your throat as you turned on your back and your eyes landed on the hammock hanging above you. 

Nothing could have held back the painful sob from breaching your lips this time. The Mandalorian had crafted and hung it above the cot many months ago -which felt like years now.-

Grogu's little coos had become a comforting sound, it made you feel at home and safe. Yet, seeing it now brought you no comfort. All it did was remind you that he was gone.

Din appeared in your field of vision, blurry by your tears. He had removed his armour apart from his helmet. He'd ditched his flight suit for a long back shirt, his legs were bare. You leaned up on your hands, tears rolling down your cheeks. You used your shirt to wipe them away. 

The Mandalorian was also staring up at the hammock, his helmet blanking his face of expression. 

You hiccupped a muted sob as you watched him. Din shifted his attention to you, he brought a hand to your ankle, grounding you a bit.

You sighed into his neck as he maneuvered you onto him, his lips pressing kisses on the crown of your head. His helmet was now forgotten on one of the shelves implanted in the walls of the cot. The door had been slid shut and the lights turned off, plunging the two of you in darkness. 

Quietness fell upon you as you settled in your night-time routine, enjoying the physical closeness.

"He would’ve loved it," said Din after a while. 

His arms tightened around your middle and you scooted closer to him, pressing your fronts together. One leg tangled between his legs, one leg above his hip. 

“He would’ve,” you agreed. “The frog I saw jumping into the river before you arrived would've not appreciated his presence, though.” 

Images of the Child squinting his eyes in concentration, lifting his three-fingered hand up, channeling all of the energy his tiny body could muster into the force as he would try to levitate the poor frog out of water popped in both of your heads. It made your bodies tremble with laughter, knowing that Din would have to reprimand him while you would feel sympathetic towards the frog he would have been forced to spit out.

Your laughter eventually died down and quietness filled the cot once more. You fell asleep with no more words exchanged between you.

Your eyelids were still heavy with sleep as you fluttered your eyes open. Slightly dehydrated, your mouth felt pasty. A yawn bubbled up in your throat and breached your lips. You patted the mattress beside you, expecting to feel the body of Din next to you. A confused crease appeared between your eyebrows as it fell flat on the mattress. 

You pushed yourself up and reached for the button near the sliding door. It slid open, letting the light from the cargo hold seeping into the secluded, dark area. You squinted until your eyes got used to the bright, artificial light. 

One look around the cargo hold confirmed your suspicions, the Mandalorian was gone. His helmet was not on the shelf either. It’d always been one of the skills you envied the most; being discreet and stealthy came with the job of bounty hunting. Yet, you couldn’t help but wonder how you hadn’t heard the cot opening and closing. You must’ve been dead asleep. 

You threw your feet over the edge of the cot, the durasteel floor beneath your feet pushed the remaining drowsiness out of your body with a final yawn. You brought the heels of your hands to your eyes and rubbed them until tiny suns appeared in front of your closed eyes.

When you'd reached the cockpit, the viewport allowed you to see that the sun wasn’t that high in the sky. It was still pretty early in the morning. With that in mind, you went back down the ladder and made your way to the refresher. 

The ramp of the ship hissed open as you were brushing your teeth. Your heartbeat slightly quickened as you rapidly spat the toothpaste and cleaned your mouth. Although, you were fairly certain that it was the Mandalorian who was entering the ship, hearing the familiar sound of his steps on the floor reassured you a bit. 

Din seemed surprised to see you awake as you exited the refresher to meet him in the cargo hold, using the back of your hand to wipe the wetness off your mouth.

“I didn’t expect to see you awake,” said Din. 

“I haven’t been up for long,” you waved off. “I didn’t hear you leave the ship.”

“You were sleeping pretty soundly,” he replied. “You were snoring.” 

“I don’t snore,” you scoffed. 

“You do,” he retorted. 

“Whatever,” you said. “Where were you anyway?” 

He didn’t answer right away and fished around in the bandolier bag resting on his thigh plate instead. You trained your focus on the bag, not seeing Grogu peeking out of it brought back the sadness that a few hours of slumber had managed to wash away. Fortunately for you, Din retrieved a jar from his bag before the unwanted feelings could truly settle in. 

Din watched as your eyes widened in surprise as he presented the jar to you. Joy bloomed in his chest as a bright smile appeared on your face. The jar fit perfectly in the palm of his hand. It was of a generous size, too. Yet, he could tell that this wasn’t what had caught your attention.

“Is that-?” you asked, stepping towards him and taking the jar away from his hand.

A soft smile tugged on the corners of his mouth as his eyes followed you. You walked to one corner of the cargo hold. The darker area heightened the brightness of the product inside the jar. 

Din joined you and leaned his pauldron against the wall, his arms were crossed over his chestplate. 

"It's honey," he said.

You looked at him in awe, “honey from the flowers of last night?" 

He nodded. “There's a market not too far away from here,” he explained, “a vendor was selling a lot of artisanal food. Among the different food was dozens and dozens of honey jars." 

His hand went back into his bag and pulled out another jar, “I got two of them.”

Your mouth dropped open as your eyes shifted from the jar to his visor repeatedly. You took the jar from his hand and brought it next to the other jar you were holding. 

The light emanating from the jars was even more intense than the light emanating from the flowers. Your gaze sinked into the Mandalorian's eyes. The tinted visor prevented you from seeing his eyes, you were met with the beskar of his helmet instead, the glow of the honey bouncing off it. From behind the helmet, Din was admiring how the brightness of the honey complimented your eyes beautifully. 

It seemed time had stopped as you gazed at each other. Yet, the air around you thickened and an invisible force was pulling you closer to one another. Your guts tightened from the tension growing between you. 

The Mandalorian's teeth were sinking in the flesh of his bottom lip. The tension between you was coming to a climax as he watched you slide the jars back into his bag carefully; the sudden close proximity had his heart beating into his ears, muting everything else around him. 

It ached. You were aching to show your appreciation for the man in front of you. The tips of your fingertips prickled as you wished to cup his face and thank him for the sweet gesture. Instinctively, your hands reached up and cupped the sides of his helmet, meeting the coldness of the besker instead of the warmth of his face you were craving to feel. 

Air hitched in Din's throat as your hands reached for his helmet and lowered his covered face to yours. He let you maneuver him until his forehead was pressed against yours. All of his senses were on fire as he registered what was happening. His heart was rapidly pumping blood in his veins, facilitating the fondness he was feeling for you course through him and reach the tips of his limbs; making him weightless in the process. 

"Vor entye," you whispered. 

Butterflies sprung free in your tummy as the Mandalorian rested his gloved hands on your hips and brought you closer to him. Your hands slid from his helmet to around his neck, you hooked your chin onto his shoulder. A deep sigh escaped you as you relished in the embrace. 

Protectiveness crashed over Din in several waves as he felt you growing putty under his touch. He'd circled the small of your back with one of his arms while his other hand was caressing your back tenderly. 

"Ba'gedet'ye," he whispered back. 

Quietness fell upon you once more as you enjoyed each other's arms. 

You were the one who broke the silence first.

"I wanna gift one of the jars to him," you said quietly. 

Din replied with a questioning hum. 

"The honey," you repeated. "I think Grogu would like it." 

Din hummed once more as an affirmative this time. "I wanted to gift him something as well," he added. 

You laid your hands flat on his chestplate and leaned away from him, keeping your tummy and crotches flushed together.

"What do you mean?" you asked.

The Mandalorian untangled himself from your arms and walked towards the weapon locker. He picked up the spear made of beskar which was left to be leaned on the locker. 

"I thought of having it melted and turned into a chain mail," he explained. 

"That'd be an amazing present," you retorted. "It'd almost be as if he had his own little armour." 

The Mandalorian nodded and put the spear back. "I'll have the Armorer do it," he said. 

"He'll have something to remember us with," you stated. "Is he allowed to receive gifts?" you asked. 

Din shrugged, "I don't know. I don't see why not." 

You hummed thoughtfully, tapping your chin with your pointing finger. "On which planet did the Jedi take him to again?" you asked. 

"Ossus," replied Din as soon as the words escaped your lips. "It's a planet in the Middle Rim. I'm not supposed to know where it is but I've put a tracker in Grogu's coat, the Jedi hadn't seemed to have removed it." 

The Mandalorian knew the Jedi wasn't stupid, he must've noticed the tracker and chose to not remove it. 

"We should go now!" you exclaimed, clapping your hands together. 

Din smiled at you softly under his helmet. "We can't go now," he said, putting a hand on your shoulder. "We have to get the chainmail done first." 

"Ah, yes," you replied, letting your hands drop to your sides. "Do you know where your Tribe could be?" 

The Mandalorian nodded, "somewhere on a space station called Glavis Ringworld." 

"Somewhere?" you repeated. "You don't know the specifics?" 

"No," he replied. "I'm sure I could get the information I want in exchange for a job done, though." 

"'Makes sense," you agreed.

"Come on," he said, guiding you to the ladder going up to the cockpit, "the quicker we get this done, the faster we get to see him." 

"Can I get some of that honey while we travel there, though?" you asked, looking down at him from your spot up the ladder.

You couldn't help but giggle at seeing shake his head. 

"Of course," he replied, amused. "That's what I bought it for, I guess."

Mando'a translations:

vor entye: thank you (I accept a debt)

ba'gedet'ye: you're welcome

source: mandoa.org

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43. kissing away tears

It comes out in one sharp burst of words as soon as she sets him down. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

Adrien doesn't respond, gaze fixed on a puddle scattered in the concrete.

She hates this. Hates the way he won't look at her, hates the way she always ends up yelling at him, hates the fact that they keep having this conversation over and over again, as if it will make any difference to what he does.

Ladybug sighs, leaning back against the brick. She glances down at her fists. Still shaking.

"Adrien,” she says softly. “I'm not going to die again.”

He swallows hard, looking down at his ring. The sky is a blue square of light in his eyes.

She doesn't remember much about that fight. It started just after sunset and ended when it started getting light again, but everything in between is empty, a hollowness she can feel, trace her hands around the shape of but never be able to fill, no matter how many news reports she's read about it. All she knew was that it was a sentimonster — a giant, black wolf — and that the Tour de l'Horloge rang out only twice before she died.

Chat Noir had to take her earrings while the sentimonster was still on top of her.

She was back by the end of the battle, when he’d used her Cure on the city. She remembers standing up, brushing the dirt off her clothes, and bumping her fist against his once he came to find her. He didn’t mention what happened, and so she didn't either.

He speaks after a long pause. "How do you know I'm thinking about that?"

"Because you haven't looked me in the eye all afternoon." She reaches out for his hand. "Adrien. I know you're scared. But you can't keep putting yourself in danger just to save me."

His fingers loosen around hers. Slowly, he slips his hand away and puts it in his pocket.

She stares at the space where it used to be, pretending that didn't sting.

"What if it were me?" he says.

She looks at him. "If what were you?"

"If it were me that had to die that night." Finally, he meets her gaze. "If you had to see me like that."

"That's…" She trails off. "I don't know."

He lets out a scoff. "Yeah. Thought so."

She raises her eyebrows. "What?"

"Nothing."

"No, tell me."

"You'll just yell at me again. Just like you always do."

Her mouth falls open. She wants to be sympathetic. She does. But it's hard when he becomes cold like this, when it feels like she has to smoke him out of the walls he's built around himself. 

"Adrien," she says coolly. "It was one battle. And I came back. If anything happened to me again, the Cure would fix it." She looks at him. "What the Cure can't fix is if Hawk Moth gets hold of our Miraculous because you jeopardise our plan by throwing yourself in front of an akuma."

He sets his gaze on her, hard and unyielding. "Wouldn't you do the same for me?" he says. "If it were me who'd died?"

She swallows hard. “I’d just use the Cure."

He scoffs. “Bullshit. You’d tear up the whole city.”

A deep breath leaves through her nose. She wonders, briefly, if this is why he keeps doing this. To teach her a lesson. To get even with her.

"I'm not saying that I'd handle it well," she says. "I'm saying that, sometimes, shit happens. But I have my Cure. We need to remember that. We can't just toss away all our strategies just because we're scared. That's not the way we've ever done things."

His silence is cold and sharp. "Because back then I could look at your face without remembering what it looked like when you were dead."

His voice cracks mid-sentence.

Any further argument dies in her throat.

Adrien yanks his hand out of his pocket and fumbles with his ring. He slides it off, and holds it out to her. “Take it,” he spits. “Find another Chat Noir. One who wouldn’t care if you died.”

She stares at him. "You're not serious."

"I'm completely serious." His voice is shaking. "I can't do this job anymore. Not if it means having to be okay with seeing you hurt for the sake of the battle."

She looks down at his ring. A thin thread of sky light traces the shank. He's not taking it back. 

Her first instinct is to tell him to put his ring back on and agree to talk about this when they've both cooled down. But this feels like more than just something said in the heat of the moment. Something that he might actually… want.

And… she doesn't blame him. It would be easier, wouldn't it? 

At least the next time she died, he wouldn't be the one to see her body.

She closes her eyes, a lump swelling in her throat. 

But she's not sure anyone else would save her the way he did. Take the risk of wielding the Ladybug against a canine sentimonster just so they could possibly summon the Cure by the end of it. 

When she opens her eyes, tears are streaming down his cheeks.

"I'm sorry," she says softly. Reaching up, she touches his face. "You're right. You shouldn't have had to see that."

His fingers curl around his Miraculous. 

He squeezes his eyes shut, lowering his head. "I thought I lost you," he says quietly. "That— that whole battle, I just remember knowing you were lying there, knowing what happened to you, so sure that I would never see you again—" 

She steps closer right away, pressing herself as close to him as she can, fingers sliding on his wet cheeks and into his hair while she kisses the tears off his face.

"I'm sorry," she says. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'll always stay alive."

"Always?" he asks, lifting his gaze to meet hers.

She holds it firmly, watching every shard of light glitter in his tears. "Always. For you."

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Meeting Hop for the first time

Pairing: Jim Hopper x Wheeler!reader (platonic at this stage)

Synopsis: Overwhelmed 14 year old (Y/N) sneaks out of her house and runs into recently returned Officer Hopper, and they unload on each other in the early hours of the morning.

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: Swearing maybe? But none that I can think of.

Author's note: OMG I'm alive and so is this series? Who would of thunk it? These 10 hour days are kicking my ass, by the time I get home from work I'm too tired to write and I'm creatively drained. But I'm making a conscious effort to post more. So wish me good luck.

Everything is so loud: Holly screaming from the room next to mine, and the wails crackling loudly through the baby monitor attached to my Mom’s hip; Nancy listening to her Kate Bush’s The Dreaming cassette for the millionth time- far too loudly- to drown out the sound of Holly’s cries; Mike is practically screaming as his action figures fight in a life or death battle in his room; and my mom is calling for my dad to make a bottle for Holly and all dad does is turn the TV up a notch higher every time she calls down to him, pretending he doesn’t hear her.

Even in the dead of the night the house is too loud, my mind echoes the day's activities, and my brain hurts from all of the studying I secluded myself in my room to focus on. It’s hard to breathe when I think of all of the things I have to do. I have to wake up early tomorrow to make everyone breakfast since mom is still healing from having Holly, then I have to get Mike and Nancy up and to the table, fix Holly a bottle, feed burp and change her, quickly scarf down what’s left of breakfast, clean the dishes, get dressed for school, make it to the bus stop in time, go to school, come home, take a turn with Holly, help with dinner, clean the dishes, shower and then finally do homework into the early hours of the morning. 

I close my copy of the Catcher in the Rye and set my pencil down as I finish the first draft of my AP English essay on the theme of maintaining happiness and keeping up appearances that are clearly shown in the story. My open window and the cool breeze blowing in isn’t providing me with enough fresh air to breathe properly and to stop my rising panic. After a good five minutes of debating, I sneak out of the house for the first time.

I debate walking all the way to Jonathan’s house, but there’s no way Joyce wouldn’t tell mom if she caught me there in the middle of the night or sneaking out in the early hours of the morning. Well later in the morning, given that it's almost two already. I aimlessly walk for about ten minutes before I end up at the neighborhood park. It's been ages since I have been there in a capacity that isn’t watching my younger siblings. I breathe in the fresh air, plopping down on a swing and soak in the quiet and peaceful early hours of the morning. 

“What do we have here?” a gruff voice from behind startles me a few moments later. I jump from my spot on the swing and turn to look at the owner of the voice, getting my legs ready to run back to the house if I’m in danger. 

But instead I’m greeted by the most handsome man I have ever seen, he looks to be in his mid thirties, close to six and a half feet, he’s sporting a little stubble on his face, his blondish looking hair covered by his hat, and he’s wearing a Hawking police uniform. He must be the big city detective everyones been talking about, the one that just moved back to town. 

“Um, hi,”  I answer timidly, unsure if he and his big city ways will arrest me for breaking curfew. 

“What brings you to the park in the middle of the night?” the man asks, sitting down on the swing next to the one I’ve just abandoned. 

“I uh- I just wanted to get out of the house for a little while. It feels like my baby sister is always screaming, and then everyone else in the house gets louder to compete with her. I just wanted a break from the noise and from endless homework.” I’m not quite sure why I’m sharing everything with him, but it feels good to get it off my chest. I haven’t even told Jonathan, he’s been too consumed with cheering Will up after another broken promise from Lonnie. 

“Oh, so you must be the (Y/N) Wheeler, the one that just led Hawkins high to their first ever Scholastic Decathlon, and won.”

“I see my reputation precedes me,” I huff out, annoyed that that’s all anyone ever knows me as, the freakishly smart freshman.  

“Well you were in the newspaper for it,” I roll my eyes at his sly smile. “Your face was the first thing to greet me when I opened my newspaper on my first day back.”

“So you must be Jim Hopper, the war hero and big city detective,” I raise my eyebrows at him.

“I see my reputation precedes me too,” his whole body shakes when he laughs. 

“Well, when someone actually gets out of this town, people talk when they decide to come back.”

“Where are you planning to escape to after graduation?” he asks, and I don’t blame him. Anybody who has the chance usually runs, and with my intelligence I’m a shoo in at almost any University I could dream of, so it’s only natural to assume that I’ll run too. 

“I’m actually planning on staying here,” I sit back down on the swing and start to push myself back and forth. “Ever since I was four and I could read my picture books on my own, everyone assumed that I was meant for great things. My mom forced me to do more, to do better, and when I was old enough she forced me to join every academic club I could. I never got to be a kid, I never got to be in ballet like Nancy, and I couldn’t play with toys like Mike. I was a genius who’s meant to do great things, just something for my parents to brag about when they go to dinner parties. 

They put me on this pedestal, and I constantly feel like I’ll fall off of it the moment I do something to disappoint them. My mom expects me to be a doctor or a lawyer, or some big wig in a fortune 500 company. And no one has ever bothered to ask me what I want, what I like to do. I don’t even know what I like to do, I don’t have time for hobbies- if I’m not at school or doing homework I’m taking care of my little siblings. I just want them to realize that I’m not some perfect jewel that they can show off, I’m a person who’s bound to mess up and who deserves to have her own life and do what she wants to do.”

“The people here put me on a pedestal too,” he says after a minute, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a cigarette and lighter. “Back when I was your age I played football, I was the youngest starting quarterback in Hawkins High history.”

“You led the Tiger to their first ever football championship, they still have the trophy front and center in a glass case,” he shakes his head before lighting his cigarette. 

“The people in this town, my coach especially, expected me to play college ball, and I thought about it for a while, only disappointed everyone when I saw what was going on in ‘Nam and decided to enlist. But then they all expected me to be some brave hero, and I ain’t. I was just someone who wanted to see justice. So I went to New York and became a police officer there, and the people here thought highly of me ‘cause I was some fancy big city cop.”

“You still went on to do amazing things, you never really disappointed anyone,” I stare off at the monkey bars in front of me. “I know I’ll disappoint everyone, especially my mom, when I don’t go to any of the schools she has picked out for me. If I’m not their little genius, I’m nothing to them.”

“They ain’t worth your time if that’s all they see you as, even if they are your parents,” he tosses his now finished cigarette. “You have a good head on your shoulders, you’re bound to do good things, no matter what you choose to do after graduation.”

“Ya know, you’re a really good listener, and strangely easy to talk to,” I fight the tears that cloud my eyes, this complete stranger has made me feel more seen than my parents ever have. 

“Could you tell my ex wife that?” he cracks a small grin. 

“And you’re funny too?” I giggle. “I wasn’t expecting that with how intimidating you looked when you first caught me, I thought you were going to arrest me for breaking curfew.”

“If I catch you again, I may just have to,” he stands from the swing with a groan. “C’mon I’ll drive you home, ‘ll be sure to keep the lights off and go slow so none of your nosey neighbors notice.”

“Thank you,” I smile at him, forever grateful to him for listening to me tonight. “Have you thought about going on a higher pedestal and becoming the Chief of police? You’re a lot smarter and kinder than the rest of the idiots in that station.”

“I’ll have to start kissing the Mayor's ass,” I giggle again and thank him as he opens the passenger side door for me.

The car ride is spent in silence, with the exception of giving him directions here and there. He waits until I’ve climbed up the trellis and slip back into my room before he drives off, turning his lights back on at the end of the street. I sleep soundly that night for the first time in a long while, it feels like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders and I feel lighter, freer and happier. 

CFTF tags: @letaliabane @ilovethatforyou @gay-forspace @ffantasylandd @iwamaye2 @sarai-ibn-la-ahad @l0ve-0f-my-life @moonstarsandsongs @euphoniumpets @noshi-chan @astream-ofconsciousness @rentheanonymous @southsideacademythings @peter-beter-barker @tinynshykitten @captainstilinskis @krazykatkay456 @sara-stark-rogers @jayybear @lolitagirly02 @wolfieellsworld @lolacolaempath @idkitsrandxm @agirlinherhead @miss-goldenweek @gaspyghosttt @sharp-cheekbones-locked @stitchattacks @tomshelbystits @piper570 @kaylahat @evyiione @strbyallycow @bigenergy777 @unatempesta-dipensieri @minispice-1

#can't fight this feeling #stranger things #jim hopper x wheeler!reader #jim hopper x reader #stranger things imagine #jim hopper #jim hopper imagine

[tiredmamaissy]

hey, i want to get into writing but like idk how 😭 like how would i even start it off, how to finish, how to write smut? yk but i wanted to ask u bcs ur so good at it, so maybe u could help😋😋, perfectly okay if u don’t 😭

Hey! Thank you so much :').

I'm flattered that you're even asking me this question.

I honestly have no specific way of writing! (not that I'm aware of at least). I kind of feel like my writing is forever changing. When I wrote 'neteyam's first rut' (first post) I had the idea in my head for like days. One night I was like 'I literally can't keep this in my head any longer'. So I wrote it out, in no specific way/style of writing and did a quick proofread and decided:

"hey, why not post this shit? lol people probably won't even see it. and then i won't have this filthy smut in my hard drive for people to find when i'm dead (not even joking, this was literally what was going through my head.)"

But since I feel like my writing has changed a bit, hopefully not too drastically or out of character. Of course I've also gotten a little more comfortable on this site, too. :)

My experience with writing goes back to high school and university. I majored in a 'soft science', as they like to call it. Did tons and tons of research papers (way too fucking many to give it a number). So all I can really say about that is the more you write the easier it becomes - kind of like a muscle memory? Eventually it just flows out of you. Also reading. Reading helps ya know, the more you read the more you're exposed to other styles of writing, vocabulary, the whole shabang. Like @lovemyavatar, I love her style of writing, literally obsessed (and she knows it, hehe.)

I'd say write when you're motivated, inspired - driven. Or else it'll kind of dull the sparkle and take the fun out of it (wasn't fun writing any of those papers). So when an idea pops up, just go for it. Don't even think about grammar, vocabulary, etc. Just get that shit out of your system. You can always go back, fix any errors, and change things up - switch out a word with another, rephrase a sentence (or a paragraph or two), change up the plot - whatever you see fit. If I'm mid-washing the dishes and I get an idea I'll stop and make a quick voice note or a note in my phone.

As for starting and finishing, hmm. These are good questions, because I kind of feel like there's no standard or set way to start or finish literature. It all depends on what you're writing about and what your intentions are with it. What are you trying to portray? How do you want the reader to feel? What tense do you want to write in/most appropriate? What's your plot, if any? Where does it take place? What tone of voice do you want to use? How do you plan to differentiate the characters? I like to imagine the character's voice in my head actually saying the phase, or ask myself if Neteyam/Lo'ak would really say this.

For example I did a double POV for the first time, and when researching about it the article said "...you should be able to flip to a random page, read a couple sentences, and know which character is speaking." Which is so true. So I tried to keep that in mind, and focus on the characters development and make their voices more distinct.

I read a Lo'ak one-shot on here and a lot of people (including me) wanted a part two - I'm assuming so we could get some sort of closure/feel better/happy ending. But, the authors intention was to portray him in a dark light - to hurt the reader so to speak. So well-written and I really love their other work, too.

As for smut 👀. I'm honestly still new to this so I'm learning as I go. I love to consume smut so that has definitely helped - seeing other people and what terms and vocabulary they use. Overall, I just try to be very descriptive, so that the reader can really immerse themselves into the scene and feel what their character is supposed to be feeling. I try not to go overboard with the words though, because that can take away from it at times. For example, I wrote about a fight scene with Neteyam and Auzo (in 'with my life') and I kept it short and simple - "He throws a punch to his jaw, knocking him off his feet." type of shit.

I also do some research (lool thought I was done with the research life). My google searches are riddled with "synonym for..." "how to describe [this action] in writing". No shame in doing your research. There are a few blogs on this site that actually help out in regards to basic knowledge of coitus, cunnilingus, fellatio etc. as well as other sites, too! They list descriptive words, alternatives to 'she said' (lool i eat those up), other do's and don'ts.

And of course, I do some research about the na'vi. I try to make it somewhat realistic, especially with the fic I posted 'with my life' (longest one to date). I did some deep digging on their website about the 'first blood' ritual, and just other simple information about the flora and fauna of the planet.

This is my favourite source of information for smut.

Out of all the sources I've read, this is the best one so far. If I'm ever in a stump, or I feel like I need a better fitting word - I'll refer to this. This author also includes some really good points about sex, down to first times, anal - the whole works.

This is my favourite source of information for avatar.

I hope this helped somewhat and that I was able to answer your question! If you do get into writing, and you do decide to post it, I'd love to read it.

Sorry this is kind of lengthy, I have an issue with overwriting, and overall just talking too much. lmao

~ issy 💜

[wavernot4love]

time 4 yet another wavernot4love gig recap, gloomtown rochester edition (aka my seventh time seeing idkhow, fourth in rochester, & third at the montage music hall, the latter two a feat i cannot say for many bands) (note this was typed primarily at three am last night so once again there is probably incoherent rambling):

- gonna start this off with this clip of sunnyside since 1. i think that is becoming my favorite song off gloom division and 2. the ending gives me a chuckle

- boring live finally came back 2 me after four long years!!!!

- (dallon neurodivergency mention when talking about the themes of gloom division) (crowd erupts in cheers)

- return of the mormon tabernacle choir comparison arrived post- a letter, with dallon saying the next song (what love) wasn't something they tell you about in church, in typical cheeky fashion

- somewhat related, bro was wearing a gold sparkly grandma cardigan and randomly ripped it off and threw it CLEAN through the doorway of the like, green room at montage mid- what love. speaking of he said people at the vip earlier apparently planned his outfit

- dallon straight up grabbed a kid by the hand mid song and yanked them out of the crowd & onstage so they could do a lil jig together? good for them!!!

- going to leave the dallon quote "this isn't a frat house!" here w/o context

- someone handed him a giant american flag with a picture of him printed on it. god bless america

- ALL OF THE BRACELETS/KEYCHAINS WENT? after the show maybe 40 of us camped outside in case dallon came out and at one point someone who had reached out about them came over & so did a BUNCH of other folks who realized there were, in fact, bracelets. my cousin referred to it as the "meet & greet" since there were barricades set up along the sidewalk which gave me a bit of a laugh. guess i'm making more for buffalo yippee!!!! possibly may make stickers too later if i have time. i'll probably post em, but otherwise look for the person w curly hair & a baggy black thought reform hoodie w bracelets on a carabiner!

- so while we were waiting my cousin and i were sat RIGHT next to the main entrance of montage, right? basically the start of a sort of line of people sat down going down the sidewalk.

anyways, at one point only maybe 45 minutes after the show, out of said main entrance strolls dallon. collective whiplash moment as bro took one look, stopped dead in his tracks, we all collectively looked at each other like

and dallon (who i think was truly surprised so many of us were out waiting in the cold) goes, lightheartedly but genuinely, "what are you guys doing all out here? it's freezing outside!"

and then proceeds to kinda frolick around for a couple minutes laughing w people or whatever. we didn't really approach him since i think he was a bit overwhelmed but it was still just a funny moment and we'll see what happens in buffalo! maybe less people will hang after so it'll be less intimidating for him.

- i do feel the need to mention i heard this one kid we were talking to bring up video games to him & dallon said he's not a huge video games person he just plays the last of us & spiderman really which is funny to me but fitting

- i did bring my point & shoot so once i edit those maybe i'll post some!

anyways, stoked on tomorrow's show yay!!!

#idkhow #gloomtown tour #dallon weekes #i dont know how but they found me #oh i am so excited for the idkhow biennual tour de upstate ny to continue 2morrow #i went from last weekend thinking “how am i going to adjust to idkhow tour THIS soon after 2ourdust?” #and not knowing any of gloomtown yet really besides a couple singles somewhat #to memorizing that entire record nearly and entirely living back in idkhow world #i knew this would happen like i've said before i am just impulsive and need to do it at the last minute RIGHT before a show #also i must say the only uhhh Thing about idkhow shows is i am convinced idkhowies do not know how to move during a show #only show i go to where everyone straight up just kinda stands there bobbing their heads #i saw a /hj post on reddit a while back about this where people brought up the idea of moshing to spkothdvl #and while that was being a bit facetious of course #people did bring up the point that uhh... some more jumping & such would be nice #buffalo i believe in you let's bring some energy to this thing #but regardless gr8 show it is always a good time at the idkhow show #first time i saw idkhow was in fact in rochester in 2018 #dallon & i sure did yodel directly at each other for the entirety of that bit of visitation #hence why the entirety of that bit is fully cemented into my memory #wavernot4love gets 2 the gig #idkhowposting

[hartshorn-and-isinglass]

Vampires But Different This Time, No Really.

So the funny post about projected literary trends for 2024 and the whole "we're gonna do vampires a whole different way this time, I swear" has been rotating in the back of my mind for a while now. I'd like some more variety besides the usual "came back sexy" or "came back monstrous, but stacked" stuff. There's a certain frailty to the flagship Victorian novel vampires, even Dracula himself: he hunts the most vulnerable, sneaks around to attack them, and is frightened away easily the moment anyone shows an interest in protecting his chosen victim. Really not the overpowered demon he ends up being in cinema. And the real-life vampire panics of the early-mid modern age were very much about vampires as agents of disease: ill patients died and then came back because according to folklore that's just a thing that happens sometimes.

So yeah, I guess I'm proposing a model of vampirism cause that's a normal thing to do on a weekend night, right? I'm probably going to be using this for my projects later but absolutely feel free to borrow and iterate on if you want.

First off, while this vampirism is an affliction, ixnay nixnay on the vampirism having a biology-based disease process that you can study in the lab. Sorry, fam. You just piss off biologists when you try to come up with a microbe-based reason for the dead coming back. If this is taking place in a modern setting, the scientists get to be just as clueless and freaked out as people would have been back in the days before modern medicine.

Second, let them have weaknesses to balance out the gained supernatural powers but with a disease-like quality to them. Sharpened senses of perception like extending vision in the near-infrared, more acute hearing, and the ability to detect pheromones and track a scent also mean disliking bright lights, loud noises, and strong smells. Garlic? Depends on how much you liked garlic as a mortal, but you're going to like it a lot less than you did before. Sunlight won't turn you into a crispy critter but it will give you a blinding headache and a blistering rash. I'm also fond of the "has to sleep in native dirt" thing; it's the kind of limitation that will always be in the back of a vampire's mind, so that has chronic-illness vibes. I also like the general Castlevania idea that right-angle crosses will fuck with your vision but more as a trigger for migraine-like visual auras, with crosses made of reflective material or in high contrast against a backdrop being the most effective.

I wanna load vampires up with some additional debuffs so you can really crank up the pathos. Stoker's Dracula has some clear parallels with demonic possession, in that Dracula chooses a single victim to corrupt and torment until they die. Each year during Dracula Daily season people wonder "why is Dracula being so inefficient in his hunting patterns?" and I wanna be like, "what if this is the most efficient hunting pattern? What are we missing?". What I think we're missing: Stoker's Dracula is not only draining the blood but also the souls of his victims, culminating in their death. I'm proposing that the corruption/consumption of the soul is just as vital as the blood itself in nourishing a vampire, so if you take blood from a consenting victim and let them live you're not getting the soul-stuff.

A vampire thus malnourished doesn't get the full benefits of immortality--let's say it keeps you going but doesn't fully restore you to that "came back sexy" ideal--any vampire who stays invulnerable and eternally youthful had to hurt and kill for it. If you decide to be a more ethical vampire, your body will age, albeit somewhat slower than humans, you will not be as powerful, and also sometimes your body just won't work right because it isn't getting everything it needs from your diet. If you decide you're gonna try and feed on animals to avoid the human cruelty the upshot is that you're now incorporating animal blood and soul-stuff into your system and you may start to take on the traits and limitations of those animals, losing your humanity in the process. Drink from too many herbivores and you may find you've extinguished your own drive to feed and are now going to starve to death, confused and frightened as a prey animal--or at least that's the lore that goes around vampire circles. Maybe it's true, maybe not.

In this light, siring another vampire to share this unfortunate fate is kind of a shitty thing to do, and so of course the most prolific sires tend to be assholes with zero scruples. Eventually a childe will be absolutely done with their sire's shit and leave, or if the relationship was especially bad, they'll kill them. This sort of toxic start to unlife leads vampires to be wary of their own kind by default. Often the vampires who strive to be more ethical will just give up on associating with other vampires entirely.

So yeah, that's what I've got so far. I want to flesh out more about the process of turning into a vampire and some more abilities and disabilities that come with the package, but I'm gonna stop here and get some sleep.

#vampires #long post

[fangirls-fanfiction]

Heya, I know I said I wasn’t planning on posting anything while I was on vacation. But I had already had this chapter half written and between last night and having time with this little bit of rain around where I am I got it done. It’s a little short, but… eh.

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Chapter 7

♦️𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚊 𝙻𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗♠️

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"So uhm... Lemme get this straight..." Henchwoman shook her head. "You two asked the Boss and Miss Queen Dice whether they like each other, and now they're angry with you?"

The girls nodded silently.

"It wasn't obvious to you?"

"What wasn't obvious?"

"That they've got a thing for each other? Any demon could see it! They're just either too prideful or scared to admit it." Henchwoman stopped, dread setting into her expression. "Don't tell them I said that."

"That's exactly what we want to do! We want them to get together!" Mugma'am bounced on the bed excitedly.

"Then they'll hopefully forgive us for what we did yesterday!" Cuphead added, Mugma'am glaring at her for a moment. "Uhm- Can you help us, Henchwoman?"

"Me? How can I help?"

"Don't worry 'bout it too much; we got an idea." Cuphead pointed to herself and pulled Mugma'am closer to her. "Just listen closely;"

😴 😴 😴

The Devil found herself awake in the middle of the night. Glancing at her alarm clock, it read 1:35 am. Sure, she was an early bird, but this was ridiculous. She rolled over, closing her eyes in attempt to get back to sleep, only to find that she just couldn't. Sitting up, she yawned, accepting that her brain wouldn't let her go back to sleep. Maybe grabbing a snack would help get her to sleep faster.

Walking out to her throne room, she yawned once again, slumping to the kitchen. Mid-step, she stopped, hearing something rather peculiar. Though it was completely silent, the demon could've sworn she heard the sound of crying. Quiet, yet very close by.

Listening for it again, the Devil's ear twitched when she heard it once more. Whoever it was, was in the room with her. Confident that it was near her throne, she growled quietly. The crying stopped, but there was no sign of movement whatsoever. The Devil approached her throne, ready to scold her whoever had dared to even go near her throne without her permission.

On the side closest to the elevator, the Devil knew exactly who it was. Of course- Cuphead. She should've know.

She went to pick her up by the collar of her shirt- Much like a cat- And tell her who the Boss was around here.

That is, until it hit her that the girl had been crying. Blinking, the Devil retracted her hand, watching as the girl shuddered while she sobbed. Now and then, she'd sniff or hiccup between tears.

It was hard to say the Devil felt bad for her. The least this little brat deserved was to cry. After everything the girl had done to the demon, it was definitely warranted. In her opinion anyway.

Though seeing the girl crying, not because of the Devil was just... Sad. Not even the funny kind of sad. This wasn't natural. This wasn't right. The Devil had watched sinners fall to their knees, crying, begging for forgiveness. She'd grown all too accustomed to being the causation of someone crying. Not walking in on it happening.

Watching Cuphead upset didn't feel how the Devil imagined it. She always though she'd be laughing at her worst enemy sobbing her eyes out. Now? She felt... Bad. She wasn't sure why or how, but she hated it. Taking a shaking breath, the Devil closed her eyes. And couldn't believe what she was about to do.

"Hey, Cuphead..." She spoke quietly, the girl flinching and stopped crying for a moment. "Are you ok?"

Cuphead finally turned around, quickly wiping her tears away.

"Oh, me? I'm- I'm fine." Cuphead forced a smile. "I'm sorry if I woke you, I'll- I'll go now."

"No." The Devil knelt down to be level with her. "If there's two things I know; it's when people say they're fine, they're not fine; and a dead giveaway that someone isn't 'fine' is that they're crying."

"Man, you're good." Cuphead said, the Devil raising an eyebrow. She was convinced she was just stating the obvious.

"What's wrong then? Not everyone starts crying for no reason in Hell, y'know. They've got to get through at least one round of torture before they break." The Devil snickered, the girl not joining in with her laughter.

In fact, Cuphead just lowered her head, her gaze looking to the ground as she sniffed once more.

"Erm... Sorry..." The Devil scratched the back of her neck. "Do you... Do you wanna talk about it?"

Cuphead shrugged, her gaze still glued to the floor. The Devil sighed, figuring it was no use trying to get the truth out of her. Starting to stand back up, Cuphead suddenly looked back at her.

"Hey, uhm... Devil?"

"Hmm?"

"Can I ask you something...?"

"I... I Suppose..." The Devil sat back down.

"Have you... Have you ever lost someone...?"

The Devil took a moment to answer, her eyes darting around, trying to find something to focus on. A lump grew in her throat, her eyes threatening to burst open with tears. Her pride getting in the way of breaking down crying, she took a shaking breath, finally willing to look at the girl again.

"Yes."

"And... How'd you feel? After you lost them, I mean."

"Well..." The Devil said, blinking her tears in her eyes away. "I felt... Angry, confused... Scared... But I mostly felt really sad..." The Devil answered truthfully. "It was like losing a part of me..."

Cuphead nodded, her eyes welling up with more tears as she wiped her nose with the back of her hand.

"Is this about that Kettle lady?" The Devil asked gently.

Cuphead remained still for a moment, only a moment. Before nodding her head slowly.

"I'm sorry for your loss."

"Thanks... I guess..." Cuphead sighed. "I just- I- I just wish I could see her one last time." The waterworks started again. "That- That way, I- I- I- I could tell her how sorry I am... And- And- And take back all of the horrible things I did... All of those things I said..."

Cuphead began trembling once again, burying her face in her hands as she sobbed.

"I'm- I- I- I- I'm sorry! I'm sorry Elder Kettle!" The girl sobbed loudly.

Unsure of what to do in this moment, the Devil sat there, desperately hoping her answer would drop out of the sky. She'd never been good at showing compassion, let alone sympathy. It was enough to make her want to cry too. Though she was too prideful to let that happen again. But she also knew she couldn't just watch. She may not know much about ethics, but she knew what it was like to be left alone to cry. It wasn't an easy thing to do.

Trying to show at least some compassion, the Devil extended her hand, placing a reassuring hand on the girl's shoulder.

Cuphead looked up quickly, almost surprised by the Devil making contact. Offering a smile, the demon went to say something before Cuphead unexpectedly dove in for a hug.

The Devil should've been angry, infuriated even. Touching her without proper permission was strictly prohibited in the underworld. Of course, a foolish mortal like Cuphead wouldn't know that. But that didn't take away from the fact that it was confusing for the Devil; of all people for the girl to hug, why the Devil?

The Devil thought about yelling at her for this and demanding an apology and explanation. Until she felt the girl trembling even more, crying over the Devil's shoulder. It was enough for her to pity the girl.

So rather than getting angry, the Devil decided to try her luck with soothing the poor girl. She was upset enough, the Devil didn't need to add on to it.

Hugging the girl back, the Devil patted her back, immediately calming the girl down. Adding in gentle hushes and whatnot, she did everything she could to stop the crying. Even if it wasn't completely gone, she had to do something.  Surely the girl had quite a head ache from the crying. And sure, the Devil could even say she was doing this to appease her own morals- Which she didn't even know she had.

After a bit, the crying died down to even breathing, the Devil convinced that she had finally gotten the girl to calm down. Relieved, the demon nudged the girl gently. Though Cuphead didn't react whatsoever.

"Alright Cuphead, let's get you back to bed."

Still no answer.

Though there was a small sound of snoring coming from the girl.

"Great," The Devil grumbled to herself. "Just what I needed, now what am I supposed to do?"

The only thing she could do;

The Devil gently lifted the girl, making sure she had no chance at dropping her. Though with help of her super-human-like-strength, the Devil had no problem carrying her.

Though she was still careful as to not wake the little brat while going down the hall.

Getting to the door, the Devil quietly opened the door, as to not disturb the other sister and gave to deal with two winey brats. Though it was successful, as she made it to the bed, gently setting the girl down and covering her up. Quietly heading to the door, she cursed at the hinges squeaking as she began to close it. Growling as the door creaked again, she froze in place when she heard Cuphead's tired voice.

"Goodnight Elder Kettle."

Whimpering, the Devil quickly- And quietly- Closed the door. After it latched, she leaned against the door, rethinking everything that had happened a moment before.

Though confused, the Devil was mostly angry at herself for allowing that whole charade to happen. Who did Cuphead think she was? Hugging the Devil? Sharing her icky mortal feelings with her? Getting the Devil to sympathize with her?

The Devil never thought anyone else would bring out the compassion the Devil had somewhere where there is supposed to be a heart. But it happened. Again.

And it was her sworn enemy.

#welcome back to the casino au #fanfiction #cup sisters #cuphead #mugma’am #queen dice #the devil cuphead #henchwoman #humanized au #genderbend

[seokjinsonlyone]

Oohh I don't know if my comments have been sending 💔 Tumblr has been so rude lately about not allowing me to send asks or write comments sometimes, but YES what you said about Hobi!! A few months back when he posted that picture of him in nothing but a robe in his hotel room I saw a comment on Twitter or Insta idk that was like "He fucks, and we have to accept that.😭" and I was like 'accept'? Bitch I support the Hoseok slut campaign full throttle.

He is so mmm, I think how much of a flirt he is, is often overlooked but when you observe his body language and his space presence, especially now?? There's this air of confidence that you know comes from a man who's got it going ON!!

Would meet your eyes from across the room, would make you get all shy would just a glance, would basically fuck you on the dance floor with how scandalous your moves are together, and would send you home in the morning limping, sore, hair a hot mess, with nothing but a cute kiss like he wasn't a demon the night before.

And he is soooo foul for that because I just know he gives you the boyfriend experience afterward. Would wake you up in the morning with slow sllooowwwww kisses all over your body, would let you pick out anything from room service and feed it to you in bed.

Even when you're trying to sneak out early in the morning because you're trying to be respectful of the fact that he's an idol and not down for anyone clingy, he'd feel you leaving and look at you half-lidded, chest bare, voice deep, as you try to find the panties that he no doubt hid from you somewhere to...enjoy later...and hits you with the "leaving so soon baby? I'm hurt."

and when he can see in your face that you got butterflies in your stomach from that one phrase, he continues to push it omg, in this sweet, borderline mocking tone. "C'mon, I couldn't have been that bad right?" and makes soft mouth noises like you're some type of animal that needs to be coaxed back into bed with him, and honestly, with the way ya'll went at it last night you wouldn't be surprised if you were. And then he sits up a bit and the sheet drifts a little further down his waist and he spreads his legs a little, just enough to draw attention to the area and you look down and see he's already hard and dripping pre, enough to leave the sheet damp.

The next time he speaks it comes out breathless and rough and he stares directly into your eyes as it he says it..."because daddy can make it up to you if he was. Nice and slow if that's how you like it. I don't mind setting aside a day for you baby. I'll figure you out, don't you worry. Just come back to bed and let me show you how good I can be for you, yeah? I'll let you tell me what to do...let you use me until you're dripping on both of us, okay?"

Yeah...you dont leave the bed until at least mid-day. And when you wake up to those wet, hot, lips of his all over you as he holds up the breakfast menu for the five-star hotel...you start to see why there are so many NDAs in this industry because this man is too much.

Is a slut so he sends you back with one of his shirts and boxers on. Does not let you leave in anything else and promises to dry clean your dress for you. Lets you take one of his personal drivers back to where you need to be. Kisses you long and hard on the mouth as you have to leave, then sweet on the temple, and says "special treatment for my special girl." Gives you his number with the note that he might not always respond, but if you need anything, physical or otherwise, he better be the first person you call. Walks you down the car and doesn't go back inside until he sees you drive away safely because he's sick like that. -🌻

SHE CAME TO THE PARTY WITH A SWITCH ON THE GLOCK 😭😭😭😭😭 DEAD IM DEAD THERES CASUALTIES

like U SO RIGHT about this bc hobi seems to value efficiency nd if u was already there for the night you might as well make the most of the day too 🤷‍♀️

but fr fr the nail on the coffin for me truly was you saying he wouldn’t go back inside until you drove away safely LIKE THE ABSOLUTE SLUTTIEST THING A MAN CAN DO IS CARE ABOUT YOUR WELL-BEING AND HOBI SO WOULD GIRL U GOT ME PROJECTILE VOMITTING GOODBYE

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#i been listening to yg nd 21 savage all day today sorry if i’m more thuggish nd ratchet than usual 💀💀💀 #open discussion

[mejomonster]

I've been watching The Vampire Diaries lately as a show to kinda relax to without needing full attention and:

Kinda ship Bonnie/Caroline unfortunately I doubt this show has lesbians (but buffy had willow/Tara in the 90s so I wish this 2000s drama does -.-; I'll see I guess)

Kinda enjoy Tyler and Jeremy's scenes post 1x10 which I'm surprised by cause before I'd been rooting for Tyler to die

Damon/Elena are eons more interesting to me as a dynamic in that their scenes together have less predictability and more interesting outcomes (I get why elena/Stefan is a thing, they're both book loving reading nerds who like to talk about that stuff for hours and write diaries and spend quiet nights kissing/sleeping together and chatting about stuff they fan over basically - without the vampire old issue/Katherine ex situation they'd basically be a normal couple with shared interests, but like... as tv entertainment that's just not as fun to watch as ppl who do not get along and slowly need to learn to understand/interact. It's like angel/buffy versus spike/buffy or faith/buffy I suppose. Except I do appreciate stefan/Elena actually fight over "yr a vampire damn! People are dying I need to get AWAY this is fucked" and "I look like your dead ex what rhe fuck is wrong with you/any other secrets??!!!" Because like while it's still teen romance show level "I love you" ridiculously fast and unrealistically with a yikes vampire usual age gap lol, at least Elena's and stefans reactions seem somewhat more like real people would actually do? Whereas like... idk I usually see a much less realistic reaction of "wow people are dying I need to get away from you and reevaluate my view of the world goddamn".)

Bonnie makes me feel like I'm watching Charmed

Watching vampire stuff I'm glad there's a lot of death in this cause what even is a vampire story without people getting their blood drank? Also this show reminds me I've got my own vampire story I eventually want to write ToT but mines more itwv level bloody than teen angst. That said, i appreciate the slightly outside of high school elements of the show which remind me of charmed or buffy and give the impression this show CAN grow beyond a high school setting as the plot ages out of it, like buffy did, which gives it space to possibly do some cool stuff later on (that say a show like teen wolf bound inside teen-life couldn't really move to)

Thank goodness the show has some horror scenes and fights I really Can't focus without my action scenes lol

Like buffy (tho idk How better the writing will get) I can tell that around mid season 1 the writing shifted from Teen Show Pilot usual to having a more solid idea of the angle it wanted to go in. Caroline went from a "could be any teen extra" to a character with a clear personality, Bonnie went from only magic-show-plot element to someone who's friendships and enemies in the show matters, Matt and Jeremy as plain humans get a more defined characterization driven by their internal values more than only what's happening to them externally, Elena once she finds out vampires exists her character acts much more idk Likable to me? She's an everyday girl stand in, but with the knowledge of vampires her personal bg as someone fucked up by tragedies in the family and feeling death is inescapable to her (vampires all around and looking like a dead ex katherine), her desire to not see anyone else die and personally try to help stop vampires who are hurting people in town (despite being very mundanely human) gives her a solid backbone of who she is when put in a hard position. I liked her trying to fight a vampire alone with pencils and a broken broom - she doesn't succeed as she's a completely untrained and regular strength human but it shows she's got future potential and a trajectory, her trying to stop vampires from killing, her willing to go into danger, her willing to confront anyone, etc. She's showing some interesting traits specific to her that not every character Would do. Even Stefan with as little as I'm personally clicking with him, is making lets say Relationship choices that are distinct from Edward type or Angel type or Spike type or Lestat lol, so at least he's feeling like His Own individual character in a vampire story instead of a copy of someone else. He communicates eons better than Edward, saying he'll leave before leaving for someone's safety lol, and just in general open to conversations when conflicts come up more, he's mopey sure but not to the level of emo Angel from buffy is (and not quite as creepy tho he also stalked for a year lmao) and Lexi coming into town showed he's really not Endlessly pessimistic the way Louis or Angel would be. He's got a distinction versus other leading romance vamps, and although his dynamic doesn't have the enemies/rivals to friends to lovers I enjoy in watching a romance (bellamy/Clarke, lexa/Clarke, lucifer/Chloe, spike/buffy, louis/lestat etc) I do like that he feels like his own character to me. So I'm hoping like buffy the depth of characterization gets a bit better as time goes on for everyone. And the plot expands past high school as characters age up.

Damon and Stefan remind me of Dean and Sam. Yeah I know what I said ToT if supernatural went on 150 years and they turned into demons or vampires or whatever, both fell for the same girl, who's to say what coulda happened. All IM saying now is a crossover when they'd both been airing would've been hilarious.

#lb #the vampire diaries #yeah bet u didnt expect legit tvd meta from me #tvd

[alyss01]

hihi! i thought abt this last night, but i fell asleep before typing jt lol-

so, non comfy cartel ask bc i'm dumb no plot

so just regular bb sykunno lol

alright now- reader lives with sykunno, no one knows this. reader says they have a boyfriend, and no one knows who it is. they also have explicitly said that they don't have corpse merch. so they're streaming, wearing sykunno's corpse merch, and sykunno peeks his head in after he did all of his among us tasks after being killed first and goes to hug them and be very clingy bc i feel like clingy-kunno would be so fricken cute, and then since proximity, he says, while chat's freaking out, something along the lines of 'can i have my hoodie back baby?' and everyone in the proximity just goes dead fricken silent and then reader and syk start laughing and explain themselves.

<33 have a good day!!

|[Relationship reveal]|

[Sykkuno x GN! reader]

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Genre: fluff

Word count: 1.3K

Requested: yes

Synopsis: When you’re streaming among us, Sykkuno comes in to see you in his Corpse hoodie. Your relationship with him gets revealed and he stayes with you through the rest of the stream.

Warnings: 1 curse word, other than that just fluff

A/n: so guess who accidentally deleted the written one shot when it was nearly done? ..... I tried to write it again as accurately as the first time but I’m sorry for the hold up. I’m always down for some Sykkuno fluff though. Why do I feel like i only just figured out that's it's spelled Sykkuno instead of Sykunno??

Masterlist

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You started up stream, greeting the people that streamed into the chat as you explained that you would stream among us for a bit with Toast's lobby.

It was hard to keep up with the chat as it raced past, your eyes scanning the messages as they raced by.

Multiple people noted on the black hoodie you wore. The black fabric with the red print was easily recognisable as they asked if your corpse hoodie had finally come in.

It had become somewhat of an inside joke within your community, you often complained that the post office was screwing you over on purpose because your hoodie was the last to come in out of all your friend group.

"Yea, I guess you could say that" you addressed it with a small smile on our face, entirely forgetting to change out of Sykkuno's hoodie you had pulled on that morning.

Leaving the topic what it was, you joined the among us lobby and discord call.

You could see that Sykkuno had also already arrived in the little space ship, a Corpse mask on his little avatar as he stood beside him.

A small grin formed on your face as you selected the green striped scarf for your little avatar to wear.

In the meantime you watched chat with a side eye before you'd have to stop reading as the round begun. You muted yourself in the discord call as you thanked some new subs and donators.

The chat flashed with questions about your boyfriend, you had announced your relationship only recently but left the identity of him in the dark.

Your fans didn't know it was Sykkuno yet, but the two of you had decided it would be alright to reveal your relationship relatively soon, the fans were bound to find out one way or another and both of you preferred it being on your own terms.

The game started as you wished the others luck, clicking away the chat as you focussed on your tasks around the spaceship.

Sykkuno's little avatar walked away with Corpse to another part of the spaceship as you joined Rae with her tasks.

It was quite a peaceful round in your opinion, you ended up sharing a lot of tasks with Rae so you walked almost the entire time with each other.

The two of you talked about the food you'd be ordering after the game, discussing different cuisines and deciding on your favourites and comparing them with one another.

That peace however was disturbed as a meeting was called, teleporting you to the meeting room. You looked to see who had died, only to see the small avatar of Sykkuno crossed out at the bottom of the screen.

"Who could do such a thing!" You gasped loudly as your group started discussing.

You accused Corpse since you had seen them leave dropship together, "We split up at medbay, it could've literally been anyone."

"His body was in specimen." Toast pointed out.

"Could've been a self-report." Rae continued as the two of you vouched for one another.

“If its in specimen and Corpse left Sykkuno in medbay, then it has to be an older kill right?” Lily asked as the rest of you hummed in response.

Sykkuno could hear your bickering as he approached your streaming room. He had died relatively early in the round and had enough time as a ghost to finish his tasks.

He knocked softly on your door, in response to Rae's newest argument you hummed in agreement.

Sykkuno opened the door in response, you couldn't see him approach but as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders from behind you couldn't help but lean back into his touch.

"So there my hoodie went, I was looking for it." You pecked his cheek from the side as he rested his head on your shoulder.

Neither of you had expected the mic to pick up his words, but the way the among us lobby silenced immediately had said enough.

"Wait what the fuck? Is Sykkuno unmuted?" Lily was the first to break the silence.

Chuckles escaped your mouth as you started laughing, leaning back into your chair and into Sykkuno's hold as you laughed louder.

Beside you Sykkuno grew red as he realized what had happened, awkward chuckles joining yours as you explained to the group what was going on.

By then the meeting had ended, teleporting you back to the meeting room where you could hear your friends loudly talk over one another.

A smile was plastered on your face as you quickly turned around, pulling up a chair beside you for Sykkuno so he could stay in your room for at least the current game.

You couldn't see chat because of among us, but you knew they were most likely going insane at the news.

Sykkuno sat down beside you, his arm snaking around your waist as he pecked your cheek. As you handed him a secondary set of earphones that laid on your desk and connected them to your desktop, you repositioned your microphone to hang in between the two of you.

When your friends had congratulated you and calmed down you went on with the game, staying by Corpse's side this time as he spoke up, "So that hoodie was Sykkuno's all along"

"In my defence, it was cold and the sweater was warm. Simple math." He chuckled as Sykkuno laid his head on your shoulder, watching your monitor with a small smile on his face.

"I could've kept your hoodie behind as well and delivered it with Sykkuno's," he stopped mid-sentence as his avatar stopped moving as well, "wait but how come I didn’t see you when I brought Sykkuno's merch over?"

Sykkuno was faster to answer him as he spoke up from beside you, softly pulling you tighter against him, "Y/n went out with friends that day, didn't want to make you uncomfortable or overwhelmed or anything."

Corpse laughed softly, making a smile form both your and Sykkuno's face as you continued your tasks, "It would've been fine, but thank you for being so considerate."

You pulled Sykkuno's hand on the mouse on your desk so he could control the character on the screen partially so you could wrap your arm over his shoulder as your hand found his hair.

Your fingers tangled between the locks on the back of his head, gently messaging his scalp as a small satisfied smile formed on his face at the gesture.

"Don’t mention it, if anything you'll now have an excuse to come over again." Corpse chuckled at your joke as Sykkuno finished your tasks while you walked the character around.

It took you a few hours to finish your stream, Sykkuno by your side the entire time as he hadn't been streaming anyway, only leaving briefly to leave the lobby on his own computer.

Your hand was clasped in his as you finished the stream, saying goodbye to your chat before going offline. Leaning back in your chair, Sykkuno brushed some hair out of your face with his free hand.

"How much do you want to bet that Twitter is blowing up right now?" you warily eyed your phone which laid screen down on the side of your desk.

A small laugh escaped his lips as he hand left yours, instead cupping your cheek and gently positioning your head to face him, "No matter what Twitter says, we'll be fine."

You gave him a small smile, "I know, I know," streams were exhausting and you couldn’t wait to just be able to hang on the couch with your boyfriend, "I'm glad it's out there. Now we won't have to be so secretive about everything anymore."

Sykkuno stood up, pulling you along with him and guiding you to your living room, "we can just order take out and chill today?"

You nodded your head, smiling at how well Sykkuno knew you by now, "I love you" you muttered as he pulled you onto the couch, other hand grabbing the remote to turn your tv on.

"I love you too."

#one shot #fluff #romance #x gn reader #x reader #sykkuno #sykkuwu #sykkuno fluff #sykunno #sykkuno x reader #sykkuno imagine #gender neutral mc #gender neutral reader #gender neutral character #fanfic #sykkuno fanfic

[insomniactalks]

I just saw your post of Julia, Sofia, and Dara with the camp sign and you mentioned the necklace Sofia/Gina was wearing, saying things look good for Portwell. I’d love to hear you talk about what you think the necklace means.

you said that the pendant was a good sign for portwell in s3 (🤞🤞🤞) but i was a little lost for a second. s2 is already a blur for me- did ej get her the pendant or am i missing smth? 😭

Both these anons asked me the same thing, so I figured I'd answer them t/g! Thank you both for ur asks b/c it gives me the chance to post another analysis. LOL 😅❤

Throughout S2, Gina is seen wearing either a black or white pearl pendant for the majority of the time. I will be including screenshots w/ commentary on this, so adding a read more. 😊

Gina is wearing a white pearl pendant, for the most part, in the first 4 episodes of S2 (2.01-2.04). I'm only including screenshots from episodes 2.03 and 2.04, but you get my point:

During this time in her arc for S2 (2.01-2.04), Gina is still heavily pining after Ricky. In the first 4 episodes, she’s still holding onto the hope that maybe Ricky likes her back. She’s hopeful their similar home lives and the fact they “just get each other” (1.05), as Ricky said, would be enough to act like things are okay b/t them. Maybe things can go back to normal. Maybe they can be friends like they used to be in S1. However, that act soon falls apart as the months go on because she’s slowly realizing things have changed b/t her and Ricky. He’s not being very considerate of her feelings and he’s overall not being a very good friend to her. Both the scenes in the pics above are perfect examples of this. In 2.03, Gina shows up to Ricky’s apartment in need of some advice on missing her mom and being miles away from her. He tries to hear about her problems and offer up a solution ("I think you'll get yours too"), but it doesn't actually make her feel better. Once Nini calls, Ricky and Gina's conversation turns to Ricky's current problem. Gina gives him some advice (about playing his song over the phone for Nini) and gets the hell outta there b/c she feels uncomfortable staying any longer. 😔 But then she gets the chocolates, followed by a text from Ricky. Naturally, she assumes Ricky is thanking her for her advice by giving her chocolates on Valentine's Day. Gina is still holding on to the slight possibility Ricky "wouldn't quit" (2.06) on her too, hence why she's still wearing the white pendant in 2.04. 😭 They can even joke about the chocolates, and I'm pretty sure she fiddles w/ her necklace in that scene, and everything seems okay. BUT, then she hears more about how Ricky feels about Nini, how he's willing to drive thru a snowstorm to tell her he "wishes he was her dream" (granted Big Red speaks for him, but she hears it anyway 🤷🏽‍♀️). 2 weeks later, by 2.05, she's no longer wearing the white pendant, she's got the black pearl on, and it stays that way for a few episodes (2.05 and 2.06 below):

By mid-season, Gina is approaching her lowest point yet, emotionally and mentally. It’s becoming increasingly difficult for her to be around Ricky because she’s still grappling with her feelings for him. In the first half of S2, her and Ricky could still maintain some semblance of their friendship/relationship from S1, considering Nini is away at boarding school. But once Nini comes back, and Gina’s wearing the black pendant, she starts setting boundaries with Ricky in 2.05. Gina’s tired of Ricky ignoring her confession from HSM opening night, using her as a stand-in for Nini to sort out his problems, and him just not being a good friend back.😥 The black pearl pendant, in terms of Gina’s feelings for Ricky at this point in the season, signifies a sort of ‘I’ve given up on hoping you’ll feel the same. I’m tired of waiting around for you. Love is dead. I feel so uncertain and sad about where we stand...’ etc. As far as we know, Gina wears her black pearl pendant for several weeks, maybe even a month. She’s deff wearing it in 2.06 (you know, when she starts to straight up ignore Ricky and we, the audience, finally see what’s been hurting Gina this entire time- cue flashback)😭. The next time we see her donning the white pearl pendant is in 2.08 (when she starts to spend more time with a certain someone!😏):          

As far as I can tell, 2.08 is the first time in weeks Gina chose to wear her white pearl. In the second half of the semester, and the season, Gina's hopeful spirit and outlook on romance comes back to her. She's starting to spend a lot more time with EJ (they're still Team Wonderstudies, co-anchors for the morning news, a choreographer giving advice to a dancer, complete dorky besties during Career Day, just joking w/ each other😂). EJ makes her feel happy, loved, cared for, comfortable, hopeful again. 🥰 That’s what the white pendant represents for Gina at this point in her arc. That’s not to take away from Gina’s friendships with Ashlyn and Carlos b/c they also contribute to Gina’s positive character growth in S2b. I’m just focusing on the meaning of the pendant for Gina in relation to romance in S2. Continuing on that note, the next time the black pearl necklace makes an appearance is 2.09:

In this episode, Gina admits things have changed b/t her and EJ ("Have things been diff b/t me and EJ? A little. But I really don't know what's going on. When you have bad luck in the romance department, it's hard to know when someone's being nice and what's like, a sign.") The reason Gina's wearing the black pendant again is b/c she doesn't know where she stands w/ EJ b/c she got it so wrong before w/ Ricky. She doesn't wanna make the same mistake again, so she's trying to sort out her feelings. Even though she gets the "sign" she was asking for by the end of the episode, Gina still doesn't wanna assume EJ feels the same way about her that she feels about him. 😣 That would explain why she continues to wear the black pearl pendant for the rest of the season (2.10-2.12):

By 2.10, Gina's denying her feelings for EJ (tho everyone else can see wassup 🤣) as a way to protect her own heart. EJ asks her out on a risotto date (for which she is so excited about that she literally skips back to the group!😚) and she happily agrees. In the S2 finale, yes she's still wearing her black necklace b/c it highlights how she feels after and during the miscommunication brought on by Jamie. Thanks to Ashlyn, all of that is soon cleared up, and our Portwell babies get to have their happy ending! 🥰❤

All of that to say, I think Gina wearing her white pearl pendant, the first time since 2.08, in whatever episode Sofia's picture is from in S3, is looking pretty good for us Portwells. Gina and EJ are one convo away from officially dating and now we have her wearing that necklace again? Interesting...😁😉 (Call me delusional but that necklace looks like the white pearl pendant to me🤔🤷🏽‍♀️ Either way, let me enjoy this delusional peace 😅🤗)

#hsmtmts #hsmtmts speculation #hsmtmts s2 #hsmtmts s3 #hsmtmts analysis #sofia wylie #dara renee #julia lester #gina porter #ej caswell #portwell #gina x ej #ej x gina #ricky bowen #nini salazar roberts #ashlyn caswell #carlos rodriguez #jamie porter #big red #gina porter meta #thanks anons!