#I have done so much early modern lit that if I even look at a Milton poem again Im going to commit a crime

[classicalwitch]

May be thinking of doing my dissertation on the Sherlock Holmes books because for some reason I cannot be normal about them.

#Its either that or gothic horror #but I AM doing victorian lit #I have done so much early modern lit that if I even look at a Milton poem again Im going to commit a crime

[apomaro-mellow]

Steve gets the wrong number and starts texting an interesting guy. Steddie, modern au, no upside down

Steve had been feeling pretty good. He’d gone out, had a nice conversation with a girl at the bar and gotten her number. He didn’t feel sparks but she was nice and cute. They didn’t talk about anything too deep but when Steve had asked for her number she put it in and then left with her friends.

He tried not to be too desperate. But he wanted to let her know he was serious and that he would (eventually) be good boyfriend material. So a little before midnight, he shot a text to her to make sure she was alright.

[11:47] Hey this is Steve just making sure you got home okay 🙂

He had debated on the emoji but figured it was harmless and innocent in the end. He put his phone down and got ready for bed, expecting her to text back after a couple of minutes. Unless she didn’t get home safely. Steve tried not to think about that.

After changing his clothes and brushing his teeth he checked his phone. He lit up when he saw that Misty had replied.

(11:52) Sure did Steve-o (11:53) Thanks for your concern 🫡

Misty texted a little different from the way she talked. A bit more…well he wasn’t sure how to describe it. Misty seemed like a really straight-laced woman. She was in the process of getting her education degree.

Steve shot back another message, saying that he had a good time tonight and he really hoped to see her again. There it was. A clear intention. If she responded positively, he’d ask her out right then. But the reply didn’t come as quick as he wanted. When it got around 12:30, Steve finally called it a night. Misty had probably gone to sleep as well.

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[11:47] Hey this is Steve just making sure you got home okay 🙂

Eddie stared at the text he just received. He racked his brain for whoever Steve must be and what he had done all day today, wondering if he met someone but their name just slipped his mind.

But nope. He had spent this lovely Saturday at home, lounging around in his apartment on his day off. He hadn’t gone out. And he hadn’t met anyone named Steve. The message came when he was in the middle of making his near-midnight dinner of mac and cheese. Whoever this guy was, he was clearly checking in on someone.

Eddie looked at his surroundings. Decent place, a bit cramped but big enough for just him and for anyone who needed to crash on his couch. He had popped out earlier to get some cigs and he had in fact made it back safely.

(11:52) Sure did Steve-o (11:53) Thanks for your concern 🫡

And who said he didn’t have impulse control? He thought about it for at least two minutes before sending the message.

[11:55] I had a nice time tonight. Hope to see you again.

Eddie looked at the new text, his chewing slowing to a stop. This Steve guy had met someone, spent some time with them, and was now trying to set up another date. There were a few ways to go about this. For just a moment he considered what a rational person would do, just a moment though.

A rational person might’ve said right away ‘wrong number’ or ‘wires crossed’. But Eddie’s brain didn’t function on rationality. So even though Steve clearly meant to text someone else, Eddie thought of the best way to reply. It did take him a bit to send it, the macaroni was calling to him. But by 1, Eddie had sent something back.

(1:07) You saw me?  (1:09) From my apartment?  (1:10) Creepy

He went to bed, thinking he’d wake up to a very confused man and when morning came he wasn’t disappointed.

[8:13] What are you talking about? It’s Steve? From the bar?

Eddie checked his clock. It was ten in the morning. Who got up at eight on a Sunday? Eddie’s first thought was a church-goer. Those folks were early risers. But they didn’t frequent bars too much.

(10:29) Sorry man (10:30) I think you got the wrong number (10:30) I didn’t go to a bar last night.

Once he sent it, Eddie belatedly hoped the words weren’t too blunt. It couldn’t feel nice, getting a number error. But after a moment of thinking, he started coming around to the idea that maybe Steve wasn’t such a catch. People didn’t give wrong numbers after a good time. Maybe he actually was a creep.

[10:36] Oh. Well, I’m sorry to bother you.

Eddie rolled from his back onto his stomach. Curse his soft heart. He didn’t know anything about this man and somehow he felt sorry for him. But he wasn’t about to go gushing to a stranger. Who knows what kind of interactions Steve had with this mystery number? So instead, he went the typical Eddie route and tried to lighten the mood.

(10:38) Probably dodged a bullet (10:38) They could’ve been a serial killer (10:39) Or worse someone who jogs in the morning

He put that little dig there just to feel out Steve. If he wasn’t at church, maybe he was the kind to go and workout in the morning. In the middle of making his coffee, Eddie realized he was trying to learn about the dude and thought he might be courting danger. Then he heard a ‘ping!’ and any ideas of caution were thrown to the wind.

Leaning against the counter, the only sound was the percolating as he read what Steve had said.

[10:46] Okay confession. I did actually go for a jog this morning. Is that weird?

Eddie started to visualize this man and another alarm went off in his mind that he promptly shooed away.

(10:47) No not weird at all (10:47) It’s perfectly natural for an insane person (10:48) Didn’t you go drinking last night? (10:48) And then you went for a jog this morning? (10:49) You might just be more scary than a murderer (10:50) Scratch that (10:50) This seems like text book serial killer behavior (10:51) Bet this is how you scope out your targets

The coffee finished brewing and Eddie starting pouring it and it was only then he realized the wall he’d sent Steve accusing him of being a killer. It looked like texts from a crazy person. He looked crazy. His friends had complained more than once about him sending these streams of texts instead of keeping it all in one response. Steve was going to see that and leave him on read, or just block his number.

[10:57] Damn guess I better come up with a new tactic.

Eddie didn’t realize how hard he was smiling until he tried to drink and spilled hot coffee on himself. Alarms were ringing in his head again but he might as well be deaf.

Part 2

#apo writes #stranger things #fanfiction #steddie #lemme know what yall think of the text format #im still figurin it out

[ch3rriiii-bunn]

Hiii! I was really hoping you could do an nsfw / fluff Kokushibo x fem! Reader and Kokushibo comes home after a long day and he was feeling like he wants to relieve stress by having sex with his wife. (aka the reader)

I really hope this made sense to you because I’m not the best with words.

Btw I really liked the Overstimulated/praise (I think is what it was) with giyuu!

After hours

Paring: Kokushibou x Fem!reader

Synopsis: taking his and your stress away

Content: Modern day au, husband Michikatsu, ceo husband, assistant wife, mention of drinking wine but no one is drunk. just a buzz, light fluff, sex on the couch, praising, spurting, light aftercare, pussy drunk Michikatsu, mating press

Word count: 2.1k

A/n: AHH THANK U!! yall have no idea how much I giggled writing that giyuu fic🤭

Working in the same company as your husband was great. You both made good money, had great positions in your field of work, and had the support of staff members in the company when you announced your engagement years ago. Although, some suspected the relationship between you two would escalate since it's common for a ceo to have a thing for his assistant

You and Michikatsu, of course, learned to keep your personal life separate from work life. However, life always has its ups and downs, and for these past couple of months, work has been piling up more than usual. Work was stressing you both out lately, especially Michikatsu. The number of projects and overtime you both had to do definitely delayed any personal time. Luckily, you finished your work early on a Friday evening, and you told Michikatsu.

He frowned. That means you were able to go home now that you've completed your work, but he was reluctant to let you go. "Can't you stay a bit longer?" Kokushibou firmly said, trying to stay professional, but he just couldn't. He wanted you to stay longer and tried to find some reason for not leaving him just yet. You raised your brow with a soft smirk on your face.

"I didn't know you've gotten so attached me to at work. We're supposed to keep this professional, Mr. Tsugikuni," you teased. Michikatsu's eyes softened at you, along with his facial expression. "You're my assistant. Yet you're also my wife. Is it so bad I'm attached to you, even during work hours, Mrs. Tsugikuni?" Michikatsu replied with his brow raised at you.

You chuckled. "It's not bad, my love. However, I do want to go home now. I love your company, but if I stay in this building any longer, I'll scream," You sarcastically say, but you needed to take this chance and go home. "You should hurry up too. We've been basically living here in this building with the amount of overtime we've been doing," you grinned and gave Michikatsu a pleading look.

Michikatsu stayed silent for a moment before letting out a sharp sigh. "Okay. I'll try and finish early. See you when I get home," Michikatsu leaned back in his chair, stretching before getting back to his room after exchanging his goodbyes with you. His eyes watched as you left, admiring you, his beautiful wife, but then his eyes watched how your hips swayed as you walked, especially in the black shirt and your black tights hugging your legs.

"Fuck... okay okay, back to work. No more distractions," Michikatsu said to himself. Hours went by, and Michikatsu was done. It was 8:30pm when he finished and then arrived at his shares home with you at 9pm. "I'm home," Michikatsu announced his arrival as he came inside the house, taking off his shoes and coat. "Hi! Come in the living room." You peek your head from around the coner and gesture for him to come towards you.

Michikatsu made his way to the living room, tired out of his mind to argue, and then, his eyes lit up a bit. He wasn't expecting a dinner since you and him ate before at the office. However, he wasn't expecting you to have this romantic setup. You had some candles lit, they smelled like vanilla, and you had two glasses of wine set on the mini table in front of the couch, next to a bottle of wine.

You smiled at Michikatsu. His lips curled into an upside, and he made his way towards you. His hands reach out to your waist and pull you close to him and give you a peck on the lips. "You know you could've taken my card to buy the wine," he reminded you, but you shook your head. "You spoil me. So let me spoil you tonight." You smiled at him. Michikatsu got a bit flustered, and you even saw how his cheeks started to turn pink. Now, having a small blush on his face.

"I should go shower-" "no~ come stay here with me. You're acting like you're all sweaty or something," you playfully sniffed Michikatsu, and he chuckled. He placed his hand on your head, petting you for a moment before sitting down on the couch. Once seated, you poured wine for you both and then handed Michikatsu his glass.

You both did a cheers and sipped on the drinks. Michikatsu wasn't one to always start a conversation. He only spoke when needed and always let you start and carry the conversations. He felt the buzz in his body from the wine, and he sure you felt it too since you seem more relaxed instead of being hyper focused like you would at work.

Michikatsu put his arm around you, listening to you speak, but his eyes just wondered your face. From your lips, cheeks, nose, and all over, he just couldn't get enough. It's like his mind was somewhere else. You continue rambling about date ideas. You suggest multiple date ideas for future days off and even suggesting kokushibo to try out new hobbies with you.

You pause midway through your sentence and raise your brow at Michikatsu. "Are you listening?" You asked, holding your half empty glass and paying more attention to his gaze upon you. He was so close, and it felt like you were about to have your first kiss all over again just from his gaze, looking like he wanted to kiss you right now.

Michikatsu nodded. "Uh huh... yeah, painting sounds nice to do on the weekend," he said as his tone got slowly. He had to think to himself while staring into your eyes. How long has it been since he was this close to you other than sleeping next to you in the bed and besides kissing you Good morning and goodnight.

Work really held him back from you, and he realized that. "Everything okay, Michi.. ooh," his name faded slowly from your lips once his hand moved its way to your tit and cupped it in his large hand gently. Michikatsu was so close to you now. His touch and this tension was enough to make it feel like the room got hotter. Michikatsu gave you tit a squeeze before letting it go and placing his hand on your back.

"You're beautiful," he said, putting his wine glass down and cupping your cheek with his other hand and having your body lean back a bit on the couch. "You picked a good night to wear these shorts. You have such pretty legs," he said seductively, pushing you down light onto the couch to be above you. "Michikatsu~" you whispered, closing your eyes as you feel his hand find its way to your inner thigh and grabbing your flesh.

"Even at work. You wear the same office uniform but to see you in your skirt and tights today? It took everything out of me to not rip them off and have my way with you on my desk," his deep voice whispered against your ear. You hold onto his shoulders, feeling your body heat up and bit your bottom lip, holding back a moan once his lips made contact with your neck.

His kisses her so soft for a few moments until he really started to get into it. His breaths become heavier, and you gasped once you felt his lips apply more pressure with each kiss kiss. "I want you, i need you," his voice rasped and restrained himself from continuing until you answered him. "Can we do it? I want to make you feel so good on my cock" Michikatsu's hands hold onto your hips as he slowly grinds himself over your clothed cunt.

"Mhm~ mm," you nod quickly, rolling your hips up to match the rhythm of his grind. "No. I need words, love. Tell me you want it~" Michikatsu said between hitched breaths as he grinded his growing election harder. "I want you. I want you, Michikatsu~" You looked at him, your eyes half yet looking at him with such need. "Good girl." Michikatsu grinned and went back to kissing your neck while having his hands go up your top.

"Careful with the biting, you'll leave marks," you warned Michikatsu with a soft whine, but he only chuckles. "Are you worried others at the office will notice them? Fine. I'll leave my marks where no one but you and I can see them." he smirked, lifing up your shirt over your tips and stopped at your collar bone. "No bra? It's like you wanted me all a long, haven't you, babe? " Michikatsu licked his lips and helped you take off your top and throwing it to the side.

Michikatsu pulled your shorts, along with your panties off, and brought his lips to your tit where. His lips captured your hard nipple in his mouth and began to swirl his tongue around it lightly before sucking on it. Your back arches from his tough, and you moaned with some grunts mixed in once his mouth sucked on random parts around your tits, biting and sucking until the spots turned a deep purple.

"Open your legs for me, sweetheart." Michikatsu pushed his hand between your opening legs, placing three fingers on your pussy and began to rub your clit in big, slow cirlces. "I've kept you pent up, haven't I? You're already this wet for me," Michikatsu hummed as he went to suck on your other nipple. "Michikatsu, Michikatsu~" you moaned his name with heavy breaths as your hips roll in circles to his touch.

"Easy baby. You'll have me soon enough. Be a good girl and cum for me frist" Michikatsu's fingers begin to move in faster cirlces and applying more pressure. "Cum for me and I'll give you this cock you've been so hungry for" Michikatsu said as his jaw clenched, feeling your wetness on his fingertips and your thobbing clit.

You've grown so sensitive from the pent-up sexual frustration that you were close already. His words alone were enough to push you over the edge. Just the thought of having your husband's cock inside you after so long drove you crazy and had you cumming in seconds. Michikatsu's fingers rubbed your clit faster until you were holding onto his muscular biceps and your mouth hung open with loud moans as you cum.

"That's it. You did so well, so proud of you. Ride it out on my fingers, baby." Michikatsu slowed down his finger motions until you calmed down from your orgasm and placed a sweet kiss on your cheek. Michikatsu quickly moved his hand away to hurry and unbuckle his belt and to free his hard cock from his pants, not being able to take his pants tightening around it anymore.

Once his cock was free, you saw it stand tall with its usual curve and looking even bigger then you last remembered. Michikatsu already had pre cum oozing from the tip and he grabbed his cock and smered his pre cum around on your pussy. He wasted no time, he watched you as he put his tip inside and then thrusting his hips forward to yours to get all of his cock balls deep inside you.

"Holy shit- fuck" Michikatsu let out a shaking, deeply moean once he was inside and gripped onto the back of your thighs tightly. He leaned forward, making his pelvis press down on yours. You cry out in the overalwhelming pleasure already, but Michikatsu kissed your lips. "Are you ok, my love?" He asked, refraining from thrusting his hips, but instead, he gives thigh thrusts, humping you softly and waiting until you're okay for him to move.

"Yeah~ keep goin'," you whined, and your head falls back onto the pillow. Your arms wrapped around Michikatsu's back and your nails digged into his dress shirt as he thrust his hips, moaning with each thrust from his big, curved cock hitting your gapot repeatedly. Michikatsu couldn't even wait to undress himself fully. He needed you now. He wanted to fuck you, he needed too.

"Come here," kokushibo muttered and leaned in for a sloppy, heated kiss. Hearing kokushibo's deep moans and his whimpers in the kiss and his tounge, French kissing with you made your pussy throb. Your pussy clenches down on his cock and Michikatsu slowed down his thrusts for a moment and pulled away from the kiss, having a thin line of Silvia connecting you two for the moment.

"I got too carried away and didn't realize how these clothes are restricting my moments," Michikatsu pulled down his pants and almost ripped off his dress shirt off his body. You admire his musclar physique and even caress your hand over his pecs. "Hold these for me, sweetheart. I'm going to fuck you harder" Michikatsu pushed your legs back and then grabbed your hands to put them on the back of your thighs.

He wanted you to hold your legs back for him and before you could fully processes anything eles, he had already put his cock back inside you and immediately, his thrusts were much faster and much more rough. You moan loudly, his skin was slapping against yours and you heard the sounds of your wet pussy every time Michikatsu's cock thrusted in and out of you.

"Oh listen to those sweet moans. Moan for me baby, scream for me. Let the neighbors here just how good I'm fucking my pretty, sexy wife. Fuucckk~ your pussy feels so good. So good~" Michikatsu's said as his moans slowly turned into whimpers from how good your pussy was making him feel. He brought a hand to your pussy and used his thumb to rub your clit while fucking you and his other hand gripping onto the couch cushion.

"Kokushibo! I'm gonna~ haa" you announced your close, you look down to see your slick coated on Michikatsu's cock and had your mouth hung open with loud moans. "Yeah? Cum. Now," he demanded, clenching his jaw and watching how your tits bounced with his powerful thrusts. "Let me feel it. Get me soaked in your cum" Michikatsu grunts, spitting out more of his dirty words at you while rubbing your clit faster and his heavy balls slapping against your hole.

He lets out a loud groan as he feels you clenched even tighter, almost not letting him go. You squirted, you whimpered, feeling your juices leak down your hole, and some even get on Michikatsu's thighs. "Yeah~ that's what I wanted." Michikatsu pushed your hands away from your thighs and held your legs back in a V shape, caging you in as he put you in a mating press position and pounds his cock inside.

"So close. Oh fuck baby, Gonna fill you up. Gonna, You. Up- fuck, fuck aaah!~" Michikatsu choked on a moan and whispered loudly as he slams into you, making his tip kiss your cervix as he releases his thick load inside you. There was a lot of his cum spilling inside. You catch your breath with Michikatsu and moaned as you feel some of his cum leak out, even with him still inside.

Michikatsu catches his breath, his musclar thighs even trembling after finally cumming and pulled out slowly. Kokushibo watched as you legs rest and he leaned down to give each of your knees a kiss. "I'll clean the mess up." He said and you both had a small laugh. Kokushibo grabbed some tissues to help clean you up down there so not so much of his cum would leak out as he picked you up and began to head upstairs.

"I could've walked up the stairs to take a bath, Michikatsu." You rest your head on his shoulder and have your arms wrapped around him. "Who said we were done?" Michikatsu asked, and you tensed up. He wasn't done? He wanted more? You looked at him for a moment and then saw him take you to the bedroom.

"I got us an off day tomorrow. So let's keep fucking until we pass out" kokushibo smirked and shut the door behind him.

#demon slayer smut #kny smut #michikatsu x reader #michikatsu smut #kny michikatsu #kokushibo smut #kokushibo x reader

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

Dessert

Summary: Pero asks you an important question.

Pairing: Chef!Pero Tovar x fem. reader

Wordcount: just under 1k

Rating: M

Warnings: modern au, established relationship, fluff, kissing, implied smut

A/N: This was so much fun! Tagging @iamasaddie for her moodboard writing game. I wasn't really sure which Pedro this was so I just chose one lmao though now that I am thinking about it, it could also be Dieter.... 🤷‍♀️😂

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You were watching the last couple sitting at the restaurant.

They were smiling at each other, their hands joined on the table. You had been watching them all night whenever you were between customers, smiling to yourself at how in love these two people were. 

You were cleaning up the last few tables when the man at the table waved for you, asking for their check. He paid with a generous tip, both of them thanking you for the great evening, asking you to give their best to the chef, before he helped her into her coat, his arm pulling her against her side as they walked out. 

You followed them to the door, locking it behind them, seeing them kiss in the moonlight, before they walked down the street arm in arm. 

Sighing with a small smile you turned back around just as Pero walked out of the kitchen. He still had his black chef jacket on, though the first couple of buttons were opened.

You had been alone out front for the last hour, having sent home the two other servers early as the restaurant slowed down. By now Pero would have sent out the rest of his kitchen staff also, leaving you alone with him. You had turned down most of the lights earlier in an attempt to gently throw out the last guests to close up, the room only lit by some candles and the very low turned skylight.

„All done?“ He asked and you nodded. He leaned in the doorway, his arms crossed in front of his chest as he watched you tidy up the last table. 

It reminded you of the first time you had walked into this restaurant almost four years ago. He had silently stood in the background watching you while the former restaurant manager led the interview for his successor. A job you got in the end.

Pero Tovar had the reputation of being difficult. Some even said he was an asshole. 

You had learned that he just had high expectations and did not hold back when those weren’t met. A trait you admired about him. He was very clear on what he wanted.

Which as you came to learn, also included you. 

You didn’t even notice him being interested in you at first, being so busy with the new job and wanting to impress him. It took at least four months until you realised that whenever he asked you to stay longer to work on whatever he would find as a excuse to spend more time with you alone. 

It took him testing out 15 different new dessert ideas after the restaurant was already closed at night, until he finally asked you out.

Now, after three years of dating, you were living together and very much in love with him. 

He stopped you as you tried to slip past him into the kitchen to put the last of the dirty dishes into the machine. He took them from you, setting them down somewhere before he slowly walked you to the closest table, his hands on your hips helping you up until you were sitting on it. 

You rested your hands behind you on the table, looking up at him in interest. 

You raised your eyebrow in question as you parted your legs so he could step between them. The skirt you had decided to wear slipping up your thighs.

He took a deep breath, his eyes focused on you. His hand coming to rest on your bare thighs as he leaned in closer. A shiver running down your spine at his touch.

You were still surprised that even after standing in a kitchen for more than four hours, you could still smell his aftershave on him. 

„I have something for you,“ he said and you frowned. His hand slipped into his pants pocket, his eyes not leaving yours.

You were about to ask if whatever he had for you was in his pants when your eyes caught something twinkling in the candle light as he brought his hand back up. A shy smile played around his lips as he looked at you, his eyes warm and wide. 

In between his fingers he held a single ring. It was a silver band and you could see something engraved in it. 

„It was my mothers ring. It is the only thing I have left from my family,“ he explained and you took a deep breath as he took your hand in his. 

„Will you wear It for me and become my wife?“ He asked and you nodded at him, a smile on your lips as tears sprung into your eyes. 

„Yes, Pero,“ you whispered and his eyes closed for a moment, his shoulders dropping in relief, before his eyes opened and he smiled, wide. 

Slowly he slipped the ring over your finger, bringing your hand up so he could press his lips on the ring that was now sitting in a perfect fit on your finger. 

You brought your other hand up to rest on his cheek and he closed the distance between you, his lips finding yours in a deep kiss. You put your arms around his neck as he stepped closer, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you close against his chest, making you gasp. 

„I think it’s time for dessert, hm?“ He mumbled against your lips, smirking, and you wondered what he had saved for dessert when he slowly got down on his knees between your legs. He rested his cheek against your thigh as he looked up at you with dark eyes, before his lips slowly searched their way between your legs. 

Your fingers were buried in his hair when he made you cum minutes later, his skilled tongue knowing exactly how to drive you over the edge. 

And later, back home after you thoroughly celebrated, you fell asleep in his arms. 

Dreaming about your future with the man you loved.

#my fic #pero tovar #pero tovar x fem. reader #Pedro Pascal #fanfiction #fanfic #fan fiction

[sophswritingthings]

Could you write about barista Mizu having a devastating crush on customer reader and subconsciously memorising readers order for whenever she comes in and reader noticed and finds it cute?

pairing: modern/college au!barista!mizu x fem!reader

warning(s): light swearing

a/n: mizu just trying to pay her fucking college tuition and you stroll in and she's like "for FUCKS SAKE"

word count: 338 words / 1,896 characters

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mizu watched as you strolled in again, for the second time today. the first time you had come in, early morning, before classes. that time she hadn't been on shift, she had been getting coffee just as you had.

but now.. late afternoon, after all classes were done, she was perched behind the counter--watching you walk up to her with that perfect fucking smile.

"hi," you said softly, smiling. you had always though she was cute, wearing those tight black jeans, that white button up, and that belt that hugged her waist way too well. "I'll--"

mizu hadn't even noticed you started to spit out your order. you came here everyday, after classes to torture her, ordering the same thing every day.

you watched as she already was mixing the drink for you, her expression never faltering from one of quiet relaxation.

"do i.. uh.." you chuckled, blushing a little, "really come here that much?"

she blushed as she realized what she had been doing. it was all subconscious, she didn't..

"u-um, you do come here everyday," she mumbled. "same time.."

you smiled, adverting your gaze, "guess I do, huh?"

"you do," she murmured, handing the coffee to you--though this time, your fingers gently grazed hers.

you found her so incredibly cute. the way she memorized your order without even thinking tugged your heartstrings in all the best ways.

"mizu, is it?" you had looked at her name tag the first time you came here, immediately wanting to know the name of the cutie behind the counter. "did you want to.. sit down and have lunch, some time?"

her face lit up in a bright red color, almost the same color of the red tinsel hung around the shop.

"I-id love that," she managed to choke out, feeling like an absolute mess. she should be strong, should she? yet you were breaking her down so easily.

you smile, giggling at her red face, "I'll see you tomorrow, then?"

her smile is soft, almost loopy, "yeah. you'll see me."

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#mizu x you #mizu blue eye samurai #mizu x reader #mizu #blue eyed samurai #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #ask #asked and answered #request #fic request #x reader

[justagalwhowrites]

Holly Jolly - Ch. 1: Jolly Old St. Nicholas

Joel takes Sarah to meet Santa and meets an overly friendly stranger in line. Chapter one of Holly Jolly, a modern no-outbreak AU TLOU fic.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

Warnings: None really!

Length: 2.6k

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Joel Miller had never been big on Christmas. 

When he was a kid, it lost the magic pretty damn early. When your parents are just scraping by and are too proud to ask for help, the truth about Santa hits pretty young. From then on, it was just a constant reminder of what he didn’t have. Didn’t have parents who were willing to try to keep the magic alive for him and his brother, didn’t have a mother for his daughter, didn’t have a job that let him take time off to spend at home with her during the holidays. 

This year, it was the fact that he didn’t have the money to pull off Christmas at all. At least, not that he could figure out. 

“Daddy, look!” Sarah tugged on his fingers that were held tight in her sticky grip as they got in line, a sign that said “North Pole” over their heads. “Elves!” 

“Yes, Baby Girl,” he smiled down at her even though he didn’t much feel like it. “Elves, they’re here to make sure you’re a good girl while we wait in line.” 

“I’ll be good!” She said, first to him and then to a woman in peppermint striped leggings and a green felt dress. “I’ll be so good, I’ve been so good this year!” 

“I bet you have been!” The woman smiled before going back to counting people in line, ending with Joel and Sarah. He checked is watch - the band barely hanging on by a thread and the cheap plastic of the face chipped - and let out a small sigh of relief. They’d just made it, the mall closing in half an hour and the Santa line cut off time coming even sooner. 

“Wait!” There was a loud voice from behind him as the elf woman started roping off the line. He turned to see a woman who couldn’t be any older than him running toward the line, a girl about Sarah’s age on her hip. You all but skidded to a stop at the rope, the elf woman still holding the end of it. “Please, I’m so sorry, I got held up at work and it was just crazy tonight, can we still get in? We’ll be so quick, she’s so excited and I’ll buy the biggest photo package you have I promise.” 

The elf looked around and then lifted the rope. 

“Don’t tell anyone,” she smiled and gave the little girl a wink. “But only because you have been so good this year.” 

The little girl gasped as you set her down. 

“Aunt Cocoa, how did she know?” 

“Because she’s an elf,” you said, taking her hand. “Of course she knows!” 

Joel tried to not glare at you. You were wearing leggings that were covered in gingerbread men with a sweater that was the definition of an ugly Christmas sweater, green with tinsel and ornaments and lights hanging off it, a headband with antlers in your hair. He ground his teeth. 

Of course, it wasn’t your fault that it was only a week and a half to Christmas and he’d gotten fuck all done. And it wasn’t your fault that the only emotional energy Joel had was going to go toward making sure his daughter had a good night, not placating some childish woman. But damn, it sure seemed like you’d been dropped in front of him just to annoy him, the personification of all the forced cheerfulness that came with the holiday season right where he didn’t want it to be. 

“Aunt Cocoa!” The little girl by your side piped up. “Do you hear? It’s Rudolph!” 

You turned an ear toward the ceiling and smiled. 

“It IS Rudolph!” You said. “Now remind me, who is Rudolph again?” 

“He’s a reindeer!” Sarah piped up from her place at Joel’s side. He almost groaned. 

“Is he really?” You smiled down at her. “Who’s reindeer is he, do you think?” 

“Santa’s!” Sarah and the little girl you were with said at the same time and their faces lit up before they dissolved into giggles. 

“Hi!” Sarah smiled hugely, a gap where her front baby tooth had been just a few days earlier. “I’m Sarah!” 

“I’m Sharon!” The girl with you smiled back, also missing a tooth. “I’m five, how old are you?” 

“I’m five, too!” Sarah gaped at her, as though finding another child her age in line to see Santa was a miracle. “What school do you go to?” 

And just like that, they were off, chattering away in rapid fire, high pitched, little kid speak. You smiled at Joel, almost absently smoothing Sharon’s hair down, more like a parent would do than an aunt. 

“Hi,” you smiled at him as the kids babbled away to each other. Joel was pretty sure he heard the word Barbie from Sarah at the same time you gave your name. 

He frowned. 

“Thought your name was Cocoa.” 

“Oh,” you laughed. “Yeah, when Sharon was little - well, littler - I’d pick her up for girls’ day and the first stop was always Starbucks where I’d get a latte and she’d get a hot cocoa so I turned into Aunt Cocoa.” 

“Right…” Joel moved forward in line. 

“And what’s your name, Sarah’s… adult person?” You asked, smiling a little too broadly. There was glitter on your eyelids. Glitter. 

“I’m her Dad,” Joel said. “And I’m Joel.” 

“Good to meet you, Joel,” you just kept smiling. 

He was silent for probably too long before he realized he should probably respond. 

“You too.” 

Your smile fell a little but was still there and Joel turned to face forward again, Sarah still happily chattering to Sharon. 

The line, at least, was moving quickly and, as much as your syrupy tone and ridiculous outfit grated on him, Sarah’s patience for the line was far greater because Sharon was there for her to talk to. 

“So,” you were still smiling. How could someone smile that fucking long? Didn’t your face hurt? “These two seem to be getting on like a house on fire.” 

“Yup,” Joel said. The family in front of him stepped forward and Joel did, too. 

“Want to exchange numbers?” You asked. Joel raised his eyebrows at you and you stammered quickly. “I mean… you know, to try to get them together? Get some of that holiday energy out?” 

“If you want to give me her mom’s number,” Joel said, not especially wanting you to have his. 

You glanced down quickly at Sharon but she was laughing at something. Sarah laughed, too. 

“Well, I can’t…” you flinched a little. It was the first time he’d seen you not smiling like a maniac. “I’m kind of… Sharon lives with me?” 

You said it more like a question than a statement. 

“Right,” Joel said slowly. 

“So we could just trade numbers,” you smiled again. “Maybe the girls can go to a playground or something over the weekend?” 

The line moved again. 

“Sure,” Joel sighed, getting his phone out of his pocket and unlocking it. He passed it to you and you took it, adding your number. 

“Just going to text myself…” you said absently and then handed Joel’s phone back, the message still pulled up. You’d just typed “Santa Joel” with a little heart emoji after it. Joel was still looking at the screen when two messages from you showed up. One was a selfie - one you’d clearly taken another time, no glitter eyelids or antlers in sight - and the other just your name, followed by a heart emoji. 

“Smile!” You said and he looked up from his phone to see you taking a picture of him. He frowned and your face fell a little bit. “You know, for the contact picture?” 

“Right.” 

He looked down at his phone again. When you weren’t dressed like Christmas had thrown up, you were… pretty. Really pretty. Beautiful, actually, with soft eyes and a gentle smile. You looked like the kind of person people just wanted to talk to. Just the kind of person Joel didn’t need in his life.

The line advanced and Joel moved up. 

“Excited for Christmas?” You asked after the two of you had been silent for another few minutes and had moved forward more. 

Joel glanced down, making sure Sarah was still distracted. Sharon had pulled a small notebook out of her coat pocket and Sarah was looking over her shoulder, carefully reviewing the mass of stickers on the page. 

“Sure,” Joel said, not about to say how he actually felt about it with Sarah this close by. He looked you up and down. “Looks like you’re ready for it.” 

“Oh,” you laughed a little, looking down at the ridiculous sweater. “Yeah, I guess so! Anything you’re excited for?” 

The line moved. Joel could see the leg of the tripod the camera was set up on now, at least. 

“The food, I guess,” Joel said, even though that wasn’t really true, either. He usually got some cookie dough from the store so Sarah could decorate and Tommy had volunteered to host Christmas dinner that year but Joel was almost positive that it was going to be a damn disaster. His little brother could barely make mac and cheese, he didn’t see a full feast going well. 

“So good, right?” You said. “I love…” 

“Look,” Joel said, glancing down at the girls again. “Sure you… mean well and all but we’re getting close to the front of the line and I’d rather just stand here for the next five minutes, alright?” 

“Oh,” your face fell a bit. “Right, I’m sorry, I… right. Sorry.” 

You looked off to the side and Joel faced forward again. 

He almost felt bad for it as they neared the front of the line, but then he heard you humming along with the stupid Christmas song playing on the speakers overhead and he stopped. 

“OK!” The elf woman smiled down at Sarah. “Are you all ready to see Santa?” 

“Yeah!” Sarah beamed up at her. 

“Well that’s good, because you’re next!” She said, looking around the corner toward Santa. “Alright, looks like he’s already for you! Let’s go!” 

She lifted the velvet rope and Joel nudged Sarah forward, her face lighting up when she saw the fat, bearded man on his throne. She ran over to him and clambered on his lap. 

“I’ve been so good this year!” She said before Santa even got a chance to say hello. He laughed and helped her up. 

“I’m sure you have been,” he said. “And what’s your name? 

“Sarah!” She smiled her patchwork smile and Joel smiled, too. “I’m five, almost five and a half!” 

“That half is very important,” Santa nodded sagely. “And what do you want for Christmas this year, Sarah?” 

“A Barbie Dream House!” She said. “And a new Barbie and Ken to live there!” 

Santa glanced up at Joel who was trying to not freak out. A fucking Barbie Dream House? That couldn’t be cheap. Money had been tight since he’d bought the house a few months earlier. 

It was the worst house he could find in the best school district and he was still house poor as a result of the fucking thing. And, of course, after he closed one of his jobs fell through, so him and Sarah had gotten by on now maxed out credit cards for two months since buying the damn house had wiped out his savings. 

He’d just gotten paid for the most recent job the day before, a sharp relief when he deposited the check. He’d been down to $17.87 in his checking account, happy that there’d been a sale on some canned shit a few weeks earlier so the pantry was at least somewhat stocked. How the fuck was he going to afford a Barbie Dream House? 

Santa looked back at Sarah. 

“We’ll just see what we can do about that,” Santa said kindly. “Do you think you can keep being a good girl for me?” 

She nodded eagerly. 

“Then I’m sure you’ll have a very happy Christmas,” he said. “Why don’t you look at that camera, we’ll take a picture together.” 

Sarah sat up straight and smiled so big her eyes scrunched shut and the camera flashed. She jumped down and Sarah took his hand as they went to the booth to buy the pictures. 

“He was so nice!” Sarah said. “And he smelled kind of like the apple pie we had on Thanksgiving and I think he knows that I’ve been real good, Dad.” 

“He was nice,” Joel said, looking at the screen with the picture of Sarah on Santa’s lap and then the price list. “And I’m sure he knows how good you’ve been…” 

How was it $25 for a print out of a picture and a frame made out of fucking card stock? The whole damn season was a racket. 

“Just package A,” Joel said to the man dressed like an elf, pulling out his wallet and handing over his debit card. 

“Do you think he can make a Dream House?” She asked, holding onto his fingers. “How do the elves make all those toys, anyway?” 

“Well, they work real hard…” 

“I’m sorry sir, but your card was declined,” the elf man held Joel’s debit card out to him. “Do you have another card?” 

Joel’s chest got tight. 

“Can you try it again?” He said. 

“Already did,” the man said. “Twice more. It’s declined.” 

“Just…” Joel pulled his phone out. “One sec.” 

He opened his banking app and looked at his account. The check he’d deposited at the end of the day yesterday was there but still pending, funds not yet available. Fuck. 

He only had two credit cards, both of them were maxed out. He opened his wallet, hoping he had a $10 bill he’d forgotten about, then he could do $10 cash and the other $15 on the card… and nothing. Joel took the card back and put it in his wallet. 

“Do y’all keep the photos for a few days?” Joel asked. “I can come back tomorrow…” 

You were suddenly there in the doorway, Sharon in front of you. 

“No, I’m sorry sir,” the man said. “We wipe all the memory cards at the end of the day.” 

Joel took a look at the screen, at Sarah’s giant smile, trying to remember it. 

“Right,” Joel said, squeezing Sarah’s little hand. “Thanks, anyway.” 

Sarah, at least, didn’t seem to even notice, even though Joel wasn’t sure the last time he felt so fucking low. He couldn’t even afford to buy his daughter’s Santa picture, how the fuck was he supposed to make Christmas happen? With a Barbie Dream House no less?

“Joel!” Your voice was loud behind him and he turned to see you running toward him, a plastic bag printed with holly and candy canes held out in front of you, Sharon trailing behind. He frowned as you stopped in front of him, panting for breath. “Sorry, I’ve done more running today than I have all year! Anyway, this is for you.” 

You held the bag out and Joel’s frown deepened, taking it and looking inside. It was Sarah’s Santa picture in the stupid card stock frame and an ornament, the same picture encased in plastic. 

“It was a great picture,” you smiled. “You should have a copy.” 

“I’m not lookin’ for charity.” 

“Oh,” your face fell a little. “I wasn’t… It’s not… Just pay it forward when you can, OK? Merry Christmas.” 

You didn’t wait for him to respond, just taking Sharon’s hand and walking away. 

Next Chapter

#fanfic #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x oc #holly jolly

[ringneckedpheasant]

Hi! I saw your Bible post and if you're interested in doing this, I have a few things you could look into/do which might make the process easier if you have trauma/want to approach it like a set of myths/historical document! I studied theology and religion at uni (particularly queer and eco theology) and came at it from a non-christian angle. Anyway feel free to delete this ask if it's not useful/too much etc. I just thought I'd give some ideas!

Yale has a series of online free lectures on the Old Testament which are super interesting and don't assume any faith! They go into the various myths which inspired the various stories in the bible (such as the flood), and the history of particular parts of the old testament library (they also have one for the new testament but I haven't watched it so don't know how good it is)

Look into apocrypha! The Nag Hammai scriptures, the gospel of Judas etc. Might actually be super interesting to you if you like the myth/history aspect! They're the books which were de-classified as canon (or never were canon), but all were written super early (2nd century) I specifically recommend the Gospel of Mary Magdalene and the Gospel of Judas. "Lost scriptures" by Ehrman is a great laymans book explaining the histories/controversies around this and even goes into the controversies surrounding the secret gospel of Mark aka the gospel where Jesus seems to have gay sex. (Ehrman writes a lot of good layman books on the bible which might be worth looking at!)

If you're looking at the NT maybe look at books like Jesus the Jew by Geza Vermes or The Crucified God by moltmamn. They're a bit specialised but it is SUPER important to modern historical studies of jesus to situate him as a Jew because that is who he was! Also Moltmamns book is v leftist and not fundamentalist.

"And man created God" by Selina O'Grady goes into detail about all the OTHER religions around during the 1st century (emperor cults etc.) Which is great for context for the gospels and also learning about cool religious traditions around in the 1st century!

Queer theology? Maybe? Might be fun for ya? Queer readings of the Bible are abundant from Ruth, Judas, David and Jonathan and jesus and there's quite a few books on them (I'm not dropping any here because I've read some Intense Theological Ones which Im not sure would appeal but if you Google you will find)

Look into Song of Songs the Official Sex is Good and Holy Book in the bible! (It's also just beautifully written)

Looking at things like "the Muslim Jesus" might also be interesting? Little collections of how Islam has viewed/interpreted Judaism and Christianity and why is always interesting and often another angle on those myths/historical documents

I'm sure other people could give you more ideas/ways to approach! I approached from a non religious angle but my institution was firmly situated in the Christian tradition so is slightly biased that way. But anyway! I just thought I'd give some starting points you could look at on the myth/history angle?

Have a lovely day!

I AM LOOKING??!!?? gd this is EXACTLY what I didn’t know I needed, all of this sounds very up my alley & like it’ll be great for what I’d be trying to get out of it. like. I have gone from “this is a thing I’ve been idly thinking about” to “this is a thing I could reasonably do and where I could start”!

I’ve done a little bit of looking into queer readings of things in the past (particularly david & jonathan) but then I had a years-long period that I technically still haven’t gotten out of where I physically could not bring myself to open a bible so I haven’t tried to actually read those stories myself while keeping a queer perspective in mind. also have had more years of lit classes that I dropped out of halfway through the semester so I have slightly more knowledge of how to dissect and analyze Texts than I used to

#everything I ever learned about the bible was in *deeply* religious environments #95% of which were evangelical fundamentalism #I did also go to an episcopal church about a dozen times when I lived in [redacted] #& i’ve been to mass a few times + had One catholic friend growing up #anon #answered #save #I literally feel like i’ve been given a gift lol

[siriannatan]

{I have no idea what to call this one but it's WeatherHusbands}

This post by @made-nondescript and @umbrify got my lizard brain working so... here's a short snippet thingy...

AO3

fWhip was having a terrible morning. He had to suffer through Jimmy and all of his mister perfect, I wake up for fun and do sports energy even earlier than usual due to how their current lab project simply had to be done. And now had to wait an additional hour for his next class. He already had to wait a whole hour for it when the lab was at its usual time... So he went to Pix's antique store to not crowd the already overcrowded with tired students coffee shop next door. And now kind of sat there and complained about Jimmy to Pix as the shop's owner went over his important shop books. And slowly sipping his coffee.

"I just don't understand how he can have so much energy this early, he's not human I tell you," fWhip huffed and took another sip of coffee. If anything could help him through today that was it. Why must he share so many classes with Jimmy's terribly perfect self? At least there was that modern lit elective he took just because a friend asked him. 

He was about to complain more but the door opened and Pix didn't even look up from his book. "Hello Scott," he said with a sigh.

"Don't you hallo Scott me," came a very familiar huff. fWhip knew Scott well. They had that modern lit together and Scott was... a bit of a special case. "Hello fWhip," Scott grinned spotting him and instantly turned back to Pix.

"Can I help you?" Pix asked, finally looking up from his books.

"No." Scott said placing his colourful, covered about a third of the way in pins bag on the counter. And pulled out... A white thermos with pretty red flowers all over it and a matching tub with a plastic cover. "I know you'll drink nothing but coffee if I let you so I brought you some tea and cookies I made while studying last night," Scott grinned.

fWhip was a bit confused. Not why Scott was in an antique shop. He was the star of the history department. Their own mister perfect with all perfect scores. Scott was not only that, Scott was also a weirdo who took modern lit even though he apparently hated modern literature. And a home economics elective just for the hell of it. And he had a pretty full schedule without those... Oh, and he apparently took some art thing as his third elective. What normal person took three electives with nothing to do with your main subjects? Who took three electives in the first place if you could get away with just one? And he fed Pix on top of that? How did that even happen?

"Okay, I'm off to my Grimlands History class, I'll come by around lunch, don;t worry I have plenty of these and I'll pick them up after classes... Bye," Scott grinned, placing a kiss on Pix's cheek. "See you at modern lit, fWhip," he waved and marched off. His colourful combat shoes made a funny noise on the tile floor as he marched off, bag over one shoulder, long coat flowing behind him. All he was missing, fWhip thought, were flower petals but Pix would probably not tolerate that in his store.

"I have no idea why he keeps coming here," Pix sighed shaking his head. He did pour some of the tea from the thermos into a cup he usually used for coffee and opened the cookie box. fWhip vaguely recognised the two as something Scott once showed up to the lit class with, calling it an art project. 

"Well, he is a history major," fWhip shrugged, sadly noticing his coffee was gone. "And the best one too," he added having noticed the shock on Pix's face.

"I thought he's an art major or something..."

"He does take an art elective, I think he painted these," fWhip could not help but chuckle as he pointed to containers Scott dropped on Pix. "A complete overachiever who always has homemade snacks on him," he summarised as Pix slowly ate the first cookie. Complete disbelief was still on his face.

"He never talks about history," Pix hummed, finished the first cookie and took another. 

"All you have here is probably too new for him, he always complains about modern literature saying ancient elven texts are much better," fWhip hummed, his initial Jimmy annoyance getting maybe a bit lower at the thought of Scott bringing Pix homemade cookies in hand-painted containers. It was at least a distraction, wasn't it?

#my stories #my stuff #empiresshipping #empires smp #weather husbands #side bit of #fwhimmy #I do not have a weatherhusbands problem

[notasapleasure]

a meme!

Thanks for tagging me, @grimm-lynn :)

1. Are you named after anyone?

I think the intention was to name me after my dad's mum (who died when he was very little), but to spell it in a more modern way. Inadvertantly, it's also a portmanteau of my parents' first names.

2. When was the last time you cried?

I was very sick and very tired and very frustrated when the removal guys broke it to me midway through emptying the house that they absolutely couldn't take any of my garden plants over the Irish Sea because of fucking BREXIT. I was also very angry with my husband, who was meant to have checked this. In the end, we managed to palm the plants off on friends and family and we'll try to bring them over later, once we've looked at the paperwork involved.

3. Do you have kids?

No!! I have known for a very long time that I never wanted them and do not have even an iota of maternal interest let along instinct.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

It has its uses.

5. What sports do you play/have you played?

My weekend hobbies as a kid were horse-riding and karate, and I played field hockey at school, did long jump and 200m sprint. But then, y’know. Everyone else got taller and I didn’t really. I dabbled in rowing at uni, because it was kind of expected that you'd try it, but my late-night carousing rather interfered with the early mornings. Also, as mentioned, I am short. Since then I haven't really done anything regularly except about a year where I got into weights. I'd like to get back into picking up heavy things and putting them down again, but I resent the cost of gyms and I need to have a structured class where someone tells me what to do, I don't have the willpower or imagination for solo training.

6. What’s the first thing you notice about other people?

Hm, it's tough to describe (my mum would say 'their energy') but like...whether they're engaging with me, like really with me and curious about what we're talking about, or if there's that feeling that you're on the clock to prove you're interesting or whatever before they get bored.

7. What’s your eye colour?

Blue

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Weird things to compare?? But uh. Happy endings probably? Not in my scary movies though. I like scary movies with bittersweet endings. Though the more I think about this choice the more confused I get.

9. Any special talents?

I'm so bad at answering these things, my mind just goes blank and I'm like 'oh pffff I don't do anything special, there's always going to be someone who's better than I am'. Assigned Jack-of-all-trades-master-of-none. There are lots of things I like to do and I try to do them well. I guess I will say that you probably want me around in a stressful situation - I'm calm and I love coming up with solutions to things.

10. Where were you born?

In a county hospital in a large and rural county of England.

11. What are your hobbies?

Ok, well. Writing, obvs. Fic and poetry now and again. There's an original idea that's been rattling round my head for a few years that I keep saying *this* NaNoWriMo I'll do it! And then don't. Art used to be much higher up the list but I'm so rusty. I haven't painted in years (...has it been over a decade?). Gardening (I miss my garden so much SO MUCH rn). Baking and cooking. I go through phases of manic knitting interspersed with a little crochet, but I want to improve my sewing - I have my granny-in-law's sewing machine I need to learn how to use. If we get this amazing house we’re looking at I’m going to have to get good at DIY, too.

12. Do you have any pets?

Two greyhounds and six (yes. six.) ferrets.

13. How tall are you?

5'1"

14. Favorite subject in school?

Art and English lit.

15. Dream job?

Not to be all 'I don't dream of labour' but I for sure don't dream of working for other people/companies. As you can see from the hobbies section, I like to DO stuff and be busy, but I like to work on my own terms and I like project work. So my freelance editing and proofing stuff suits me fairly well right now, though I dream more of a UBI that would let me do more with my time that wasn't just about earning, but could encompass more volunteering and community stuff. Being on furlough during lockdown suited me so well - I did so much and recovered so much energy that I was much more willing to engage with strangers as well as friends through video chat etc.

Tag fifteen mutuals - FIFTEEN?! huh ok, I’m tagging y’all but no obligation, right? And Idk who’s already been tagged, sorry if you’ve done this already and I didn’t see! @stripedroseandsketchpads @notfromcold @erinaceina @bellaroles @batri-jopa @donnaimmaculata @notabuddhist @kheldara @blxcksqvadron @boogerwookiesugarcookie @elwenyere @thatonelemontreeiforgorabout @jimtheviking @weirdsociology @rapidashmascot

#meme #about me

[wellpresseddaisy]

Hubert Prewett Makes an Entrance pt. 5

"I would love to hear it!" Hermione's eyes lit with excitement. "I could hardly find anything in the history section that gave a comprehensive view."

"Perhaps Malfoy would tell it better?" Neville hedged. "I'll probably forget half of it."

"Malfoy," Malfoy began. "Would like to hear it from a different perspective. I've only ever heard my father tell the tale."

"Oh, well." Neville took a deep breath. "In the middle of the fifteenth century, what had once been tolerated became anathema. Witches, they said, went among them. They were right, to a point. Magicals had existed happily alongside non-magicals for centuries. Even adopting Christianity hadn't caused much of a problem. The early church was more…mystical, I suppose, and saw real magic as a gift.

Then the printing press came, followed by other machines and things. It may have been progress of a sort, but the relentless march toward modernity narrowed their world-view. Magic, once a mystery, a miracle, became something to fear.

The fear turned to hate. Slowly at first, so slowly that the magical community didn't notice, witch hunts started. They rarely caught an actual magical. Most of the people tortured and…and…and murdered weren't like us. They didn't have magic—they had land or they'd annoyed the people in charge or they weren't the right religion according to the religion in charge. That made them witches.

When neighbor after neighbor was taken for questioning, tortured, and hanged, the magical community knew they had to act. They had to remove themselves from the non-magical world. They couldn't stand by and watch people they cared for dragged off and…I don't want to describe what was done to them." Neville broke off.

"You don't have to." Ron told him. "Er, it's a rule at home. You don't have to talk about, er, upsetting things and no one can make fun of you. It mostly works."

"I cannot imagine," Draco butted in. "Having such terrible manners that one would jest about another's discomfort."

"You haven't met Fred and George yet." Ron sighed. "They…well, mum says they mean well."

"And I hope I won't meet them." Draco sniffed. 

"Anyway, Nev, go on. You can leave out the bits you don't like." Ron prompted.

"It's interesting." Hugh agreed. 

"Well, once they realized what was happening, they started to plan. It was local, at first, but many different groups came to the same decision. The first meeting to discuss what should be done was the start of the ICW. It took almost two centuries to prepare, first to figure out how to remove us and then to get ready for such an undertaking. What happened was the greatest of the Great Workings. For nine days and nine nights in 1692, magicals across the globe joined in. Er, I'm not sure of the details, but I think it involved a lot of charm work and runes. And probably arithmancy. At the end, though, the magicals made a perfect copy of the existing world and moved there. 

Since then, we've largely stayed out of non-magical life. There are some problems that crop up, but Ron would know more about that. And…that's how the Great Working happened." Neville looked happy he'd finished. 

"And now I know what to call it so I can find more information!" Granger exclaimed. "Thank you, Longbottom."

"You're welcome." He mumbled.

"That was very interesting, Longbottom, thank you." Draco said. "I think I'll join Granger in looking for more information."

"But the copy," Granger started, her eyebrows drawn down. "That's what we're in now, right?"

"You go through the barrier at nine and three-quarters." Bulstrode explained. "There's entry points throughout both worlds."

"But…if it was copied in the late seventeenth century, how are there trains?" Granger gestured to their snug compartment.

"Oh, we've updated since then. Every so often something really brilliant comes along—like the turnpike or trains—and we have another Great Working to update. Some have done smaller ones for indoor plumbing. It only gets tricky working out what can't be replaced." Ron explained. "Dad said non-magical London's changed a lot even since he was young."

"So…you do realize that this makes very little sense?" Granger huffed. "Why wouldn't you…I don't know…develop different things? Why trains? Why not aeroplanes?"

"Skylanes are for broom travel and portkeys." Malfoy said in the tone of someone who had heard it thousands of times and would probably need to hear it a thousand more. "Even though air travel looks tremendously exciting."

"Trains work pretty well with magic, too. We could probably get aeroplanes to work, but I don't think we could get anything like the size of non-magical ones." Bulstrode looked thoughtful. "Perhaps as a novelty? We have so many different ways to travel. I don't think they make sense any other way."

"There is that." Malfoy sighed. "Why sit in a tube hurtling through the air when a portkey is faster? And port-tunnels mean you can get on a train in London and off a train in…oh, I don't know…somewhere in the Americas. Or there's ocean liners, but those are a good bit slower than a portkey or a train."

"My gran." Longbottom started and then stopped abruptly when everyone looked to him.

"Go on, Nev." Ron encouraged him.

"Er, she likes boat travel better. Says she doesn't understand why we're all rushing about all the time now and port-tunnels are newfangled nonsense."

"Mother thinks taking an ocean liner is more dignified." Malfoy agreed. "I never thought she'd agree with Dowager Longbottom on anything."

Neville shook his head slowly, grinning. "I'll have to tell gran. Maybe she'll sponsor an aeroplane, Malfoy."

"Dad likes the convenience of port-tunnels. He's home more now, too." Bulstrode put in.

"Are there books that explain about all these things?" Hugh asked. "I tried to look, but we didn't have much time for shopping."

"I'll ask mother to look." Bulstrode promised. "She had a knack for finding things."

"Is it politics, why your Gran and Malfoy's mother wouldn't agree?" Granger asked suddenly. 

"Mostly." Malfoy answered while Longbottom said "Oh, yes "

"It's like that here, too?" Hermione looked despondent. "Only I've lost friends because my parents are very loudly Not Tories."

"It depends." Longbottom tried. "Some don't particularly care, but some do, very much."

"And your Gran cares?"

"Not as much as my parents." Malfoy answered the question. "I expect mother and father will be put out once they discover who I sat with, but mother's the one who gave me a book all about developing your own personal moral code. If she didn't want me doing just that, she oughtn't have given me a copy."

"Gran keeps telling me to have my own views about things and then tells me that they aren't the right ones. I just don't tell her much now." Longbottom shrugged. 

"Er…well, they can't be much worse than my non-magical relatives." Hugh gripped his notebook hard to keep his hands from shaking. "They didn't like anything they thought was weird…and…well…"

"Yes." Malfoy agreed. "I'd imagine they would find accidental magic…er, distressing?"

"My parents thought they might need to get a priest in and they don't even go to any kind of church." Granger bit back a giggle. "Daddy saw me levitate out of my crib."

"You're unchurched?" Longbottom asked. "I don't think I've ever met someone unchurched before."

"Really?" Granger pounced on that bit of information like a terrier after a rat. "Does everyone go to some kind of religious service?"

"I don't know." Longbottom shrugged. "Even if they don't believe people tend to turn out for Sunday service where I live, but that might be fear of Gran more than a deep belief. Gran thinks it's scandalous the way some carry on these days. She says Sunday observance might do them some good."

"I don't think every religion has compulsory service attendance." Bulstrode mused. "Some of my cousins are Jewish and they don't have to go to a service every week."

"My family has been Celtic Rite Catholic since there was such a thing. Well, there may be a few Romans in the past, but once we came to England it was the Celtic Rite for us. Imagine going to Mass in a building? With anything not nailed down gilded." Malfoy shook his head in disbelief. "It's a bit nippy in January, though, even with warming charms."

"We're CoE." Ron butted in. "Mum likes the plainer service."

"This is so interesting!" Granger enthused. "If…no. It's probably a silly question."

"What is it, Granger?" Hugh prompted. He doubted she'd have a silly question.

"Yes, do ask, Granger. We can't judge whether or not it's silly unless you do. Ow! Why are you kicking me, Bulstrode?" Malfoy reached down to rub his ankle in affronted silence.

"You're being insufferable again. I told you I'd boot you in the ankle if you were. In any case, Granger, please tell us." Bulstrode smiled at the other girl.

"Well," Granger hedged. "If we can't find a book or books explaining all of these things…could we write them down, together, as things come up? Maybe…maybe when we're older we could publish it. For…for new students like Hugh and me who didn't grow up in this world."

"Don't see why we can't." Ron considered the question. "Don't know why it hasn't been done."

"I think it would be better, even if there's something like out there, because it's people who grew up magical and people who didn't writing it together." Longbottom spoke decidedly. 

"It can be our project." Bulstrode added. "Dad said that you should always get your schoolwork done so you aren't falling behind, but you should also have personal projects. Something about being well-rounded. I believe he raised silkworms and learned to spin and weave."

"And," Malfoy clearly didn't want to be left out. "We'll make sure we find out the why of things. You can't write a good guide without that."

Percy smiled behind his book and slid a notebook into Hugh's lap while the others were distracted.

"I have a notebook for it." Hugh grinned. "We can start now."

#hp society/the ton #hp the season au #hp the season/the ton au #hubert prewett makes an entrance #harry potter aus #harry potter #neville longbottom #draco malfoy #hermione granger #millicent bulstrode #percy weasley #ron weasley

[fic-heaven]

CARDIAC ATTACK!

Young! Metalhead! Silco x Fem Artist! Reader

(Chapter 1. Wake up! - next-)

[Modern Au/ Strong Vander x Reader themes but this story is Silco x Reader aimed]

[fluff/ heavy angst/ jealousy/ use of alcohol and drugs / smut / brats being brats]

C.1: (mention of cheating, maternal abandonment)

Something became crystal clear the moment you moved from Piltover city.

Your mother will never come back. And honestly? As much as it stung, you and dad were much better without her... She confirmed it the moment you two came back home early from your school's art exposition while she stayed home because "she was feeling sick" and found her with none other than her boss playing adult's Wii sports on the couch.

Before your father could even react she pushed him out of the door and dragged you with him.

You weren't stupid, you knew exactly what they were doing when dad said with fat tears sliding from cheeks to chin that they were probably having a private meeting. I mean... You were eighteen not six, and you always knew you mother wasn't the greatest person... But this? This was extreme.

Anyway, after that nightmare of a day, you two moved to your grandparents' house... Which was pure disaster since you never got along with your dad's side of the family. Luckily, you two didn't last long there after two months later your dad excitedly told you that two were moving with his new girlfriend who happened to be his best friend for a long time until your mother decided she was too good for him to have female friends. Which was fine? I guess? Except she lived in ZAUN. Your mother always warned you about that city, but oh well, fuck your mom. She was a virus and your father and you were no longer infected by that woman.

Besides! Dad's new girlfriend didn't look evil at all, actually, she seemed nice! She was excited to meet you, she even came to your grandparents' to help you guys move and presented herself as Silvia. Silvia was really friendly, cuddly and empathic when she learned about the whole situation from your perspective, and apparently she had a son around your age so you wouldn't feel too lonely you supposed.

Your curiosity increased when you asked about said boy and Silvia said he couldn't come because he had a very important meeting with his "cool kid rock band". That totally lit your eyes, your stepbrother seemed cool, you were hoping he was just as friendly... You should ask him if he would let you hear how they played if he's okay with it.

After a long car ride to the new place, you noticed Zaun didn't seem as bad as every Pilt citizen painted it. Sure the roads seemed murderous and the people looked tired and done with life, but the neighborhood you guys were staying in was calm and everyone seemed polite enough, that was far more than your old neighborhood.

Maybe the only pain in the ass was finding a new summer job... But Silvia had the greatest idea as she was showing you two around town that Benzo, your stepbrother, had plenty of friends everywhere and could plug you somewhere for the summer "You two will get to know each other better!" She smiled. You tried not to have your hopes up just in case but that plan sounded alright.

Surprisingly Benzo didn't come to your new home for like a week until Silvia abruptly opened the door grabbing the boy by the ear, she was fuming and talking so fast you couldn't understand a word when the boy stumbled to drop himself to the couch you were sitting on. You thought she would join you both in the living room but she went upstairs, her face an angry red surely going to your father to fuss about what happened, she probably already said all she had to say before she even arrived home with her son.

So you and him stayed there. Silent.

You looked at him from behind your sketchbook as he seemed to fumble with his school bag. Yeah he totally looked like her mum. With brown hair thrown backwards in a bun and dark eyes, he was also pretty big looking like a grizzly bear. He was wearing the typical rebellious teenager kind of clothes, with big black military boots, chained plain brown pants and a black shirt you couldn't quite point for details since his patched bag was right in the front of his chest covering the design.

"Y'know it's rude to stare."

Tensing, you hid your face more behind your sketchbook and blinked up at his bored eyes.

"I... S-sorr-"

"I'm just fucking with you kid, I'm Benzo."

Oh!

You relaxed your posture once more and smiled, he seemed to do the same straightening his shirt of... Slipknot, you noticed. Ah you knew that band!

"Hey! Haha okay, you scared me for a second, I'm (y/n), your-"

"Step sister, yeah mum told me on the phone. Sorry I couldn't greet you properly. One morning I went out with the boys, one thing led to the other and before you know it you get a call from your mother screaming 'cuz it's been days since you left your bassist's garage."

You gave him a puzzled look at that and he seemed to find your reaction amusing but didn't have enough time to continue before you interfered.

"You have a band right?"

And that led to a pretty chill conversation with Benzo about his passion for music, apparently he was the drummer of his best friend Vander's band and didn't get along with their bassist and Vander's second best friend, Silco. You didn't press for information, the guy pretty much told you much more than you thought he would share being the first time you two met, you did kind of voice your surprise at his open behavior, he shrugged saying you were the new addition to the family and you had a good vibe. That totally made your cheeks burn, chest puff and smile for the rest of the conversation because of your delight. Also contrary of what Silvia said, they didn't play rock, they played something called Old School Deathcore, whatever that was.

You weren't very familiar with all the music terms he was using but Benzo seemed nice and he was comfortable sharing his passion with you, so that was great.

You two didn't break the band conversation until you leaned slightly forwards, that caused your sketchbook to almost fall out of the couch until he broke the fall quickly grabbing it and curiously peaked the page you were doodling, you usually would have snatched it back but heck, he was your new cool stepbrother who shared his passion with you and-... Was making a weird face at the page?

You suddenly felt embarrassed, you loved drawing demons and monsters here and there sometimes but some people found them too graphic and disgusting.

"Did you do this?" He asked not looking away from the page, you hummed in agreement and then he lifted his gaze to meet your eyes with a mischievous look "Vander is SO going to love this... Would you like to design something for us? Like a cover or something? Or maybe some shirt designs? I like yer art style, you are hella skilled!" That earned another wave of delight hit you and you couldn't help but smile widely which he mirrored

Y- "SURE! Wait, only if you help me find a job though-"

B- "Wanna meet the band?"

Y- "Heck yes"

B- "Then you got yourself a job as our artist and if Vander likes you enough, which I'm sure he will, he'll make room for you at his grannie's coffee shop, he said they were looking for people."

Y- "Are you... Sure?"

B- "Absolutely positive"

You couldn't help but give him a big excited hug, one he thankfully returned but less crushing and more assuring.

"Welcome to the Children of Zaun, lil's sister"

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This was something I thought of last night. It's hella hard for me to finish whatever I write but I'll make extra effort in this one, we will see where it leads me lmao

#arcane #arcane silco #silco #silco arcane #silco x reader #metalhead! silco #cardiac attack! #benzo #vander #accidentally deleted this #im crying #young silco x reader

[columboscreens]

You know, realizing this latest episode was a reboot puts a LOT into perspective as somebody who was just binge-watching the show and wondered why everything was suddenly so much...better shot?

I mean, the cinematography in this one episode is SO GOOD I friggin' noticed it because of how samey the show normally looked. It's all film noir and I LOVE IT. A strong introduction to the reboot, because this was one of my favorite episodes so far.

in terms of film quality/processes, shots, format, lighting, tracking, etc., the reboot is a pretty noticeable departure from the original. it's both good and bad.

reboot columbo is filmed in a way that speaks a more modern filmmaking language. if you pay close attention to 70s columbo, you'll notice a lot of same-y talking heads in 4:3 aspect ratio, sure, but there's a glut of creative shots. maybe some appear dated, maybe not all of them worked, but many techniques that were crazy and new at the time are taken for granted now. more importantly, they made it a point to take edgy visual risks. after all, spielberg himself kicked off the series' cinematographical tone--artful, while not distracting from the content itself. a major contributor to the series' success.

the second series is decidedly less adventurous. i'll admit there's certainly no shortage of lovely shots, and the widescreen approach is certainly novel. but the show clearly lost that pioneering edge; it was merely of its time. it no longer pushed the envelope visually in the way its progenitor did.

to me, that represents how the series as a whole lost its edge. and i kind of feel like the late 80s/early 90s columbos moreso relied on the era itself looking opulent and dazzling rather than making its own bold visual decisions.

that said, i do really enjoy much of that opulence, as well as the shot composition and noir elements of the new series; my primary gripe is just that everything is so damn MUDDY and NOISY! the current epidemic of dark everything in movies these days has its roots in the 80s, when media started Going Darker for some reason. but come on...

compare with

i know i'm cherry-picking and these shots aren't 1:1, but they demonstrate my point regarding lighting technique in both series. if the scene is supposed to be very dark, i DON'T want realism. short of trying to effect chiaroscuro or something, i don't actually want it to be that dark TO ME--i just want it to be dark to the CHARACTERS. a few soft lights do wonders to seamlessly suggest darkness.

that's only one aspect. i've been hard-pressed to find much information on columbo's film stock, so i'd love to hear any info if anyone knows anything. but while both series used 35mm film, the original's stock just looked better. why? (more pretentious sperging under the cut, if you can believe it)

well, the original used a lot of light and was processed with TECHNICOLOR, a legacy color development process of extremely high (read: archival) quality and dynamic range that does not fade or decompose like other color systems. that's much of why the original show still looks so good. a couple of reboots were (i believe?) done with technicolor, but only the last ones of the series, which look like they have more modern cameras, as well.

the other thing is the grain. in nearly all the reboot episodes, that grain is insanely NOISY even in good lighting. at times, it's downright distracting to watch.

[edit: @firecooking has provided some insight into how the digital development process may have added a lot of noise to the film grain]

now, i'm merely a hobbyist photographer. i don't often shoot on film, i've only ever developed a single roll with my own hands. but i'm guessing the reboot team tried to use a higher ISO film across the board to account for the increase in underexposed (darker) shots. that, combined with maybe the underexposure itself, may have resulted in such obvious grain vs the properly-lit, finer-grained, lower ISO shots of the original. at least, that's my hypothesis. i could be totally wrong.

and sure, not everyone is me staring at a blown-up blu-ray transfer three feet away from a big 4K monitor, but that the disparity in quality exists really speaks to how seriously the 70s iteration was taken. it's as prestige as 70s television got--every episode was its own film, some of which were screened in theatres, not mere TV episodes. most of the reboots are so damn dark and grainy that i can't imagine enjoying them in a theatre without heavy remastering.

there's grain...and there's noise. deafening noise.

so yes, the reboot is splendid to view at times, but really it just makes me appreciate how beautifully and thoughtfully 70s columbo was shot. it's not just nostalgia goggles--sometimes i just like to see who's talking.

#you sly dog. you got me monologuing #look what you made me do. #columbo #text #ask #longpost #film #technicolor

[why-am-i-here-just-to-suffer]

Whenever discussing religion Reddit always seems to forget that Christianity inherited many ideas from Judaism. Or that Judaism even exists.

That the Tanach is a Jewish book, not a Christian book.

That there is thousands of years of analysis of the text done (and still being done!) by thousands (probably much more) of Jewish rabbis and scholars.

"This is so horribly written! How could anyone ever believe this!?" Yet you refuse to look for an answer and refuse to listen when people give you sources.

"The plot doesn't make any sense," and "This does a really bad job recounting history." The Torah never intended to do either and it was definitely NEVER intended to be taken literally and at face value It is intended as a loose ruleset, a guide to life that further derivations can be made from. It is also widely accepted, as said by the famous Rabbi Shlomo Yitzchaki, (1040-1105, France), "אין מוקדם ומאוחר בתורה," lit. "there is no before and after in the Torah," i.e. it is not always chronological. Maybe there would be a good starting point instead of arrogance and idiocy.

"X conflicts with what we currently know is scientifically proven! It's all clearly false!" See last point about taking it literally. Since the time of the Tana'im and the Amora'im we have been working to meld the two together.

"God sent a bear to maul kids who made fun of a bald guy! God sucks!" (I have seriously seen this one many times) OBVIOUSLY it's ridiculous if taken literally. If you had half a brain you'd immediately see that it's a metaphor, for which there are multiple interpretations for. (See "From David to Destruction" by Rabbi Chaim Jachter. He explains it better than I can here.)

"Bad things happen in the book! Clearly it must be condoning them!" Holy shit get some literary analysis skills. A similar problem seems to plague Tumblr when it comes to modern literature.

"Anyone who believes in a religion is obviously stupid and can't compete with my level of intelligence!" I'm sure early scientists like Isaac Newton couldn't possibly compete with you. /s

But now that antisemitism is in the spotlight you all start showing support for us.

#antisemitism #jumblr

[rhonddaandallaneuro]

We had gone to bed early on Friday night, due to no ability to turn on the television and our ever depressing, getting older. With this as reality and the fact that the sun does not rise until nearly 10am we slept in before doing what most couples do, our clothes washing. It was great to know we now had clean clothes to continue our travels.

From here we headed out to a nearby church only to be side tracked by the local tour bus, which we caught, to do the “blue” tour. Was great seeing so many sites we had not heard of with one of the sites the current kings palace. Poor old Charles has nothing like this estate. The very high security fence ran for kilometres. Even the green house area was bigger then Buckingham Palace.

Back to the original church we did a walking tour and have never seen so much “stained glass”. Serious this made the York Minster look small and obviously was maintained immaculately. Belgium obviously has wealth, just needs to use some of it to take care of the people living on the street.

After the church tour we had gotten onto the “red” line and did another tour of different areas of Brussels, where we saw the Euro and NATO administrative areas, with tall modern buildings (European Union alone employs over 39,000 people from around the world) that have people living on the street surrounding them. Shame.

Two sites I have to mention are the shopping arcade (first in world) that is part of the building where we are staying and the second attraction, the site of the 1958 world expo. Here you have what appears to be a statue, but in reality is an actual life size building (Atomium) that you can walk throughout. We were told that in fact it is a representative of an atom multiplied by 350 million. You have to see it to be believed. Photos can not do justice.

The city is full of building from an age where biggest is best and I believe many of their buildings are the best preserved. In these areas history taunts you with how things must have been while in other areas it is erecting the next stage of the cities direction. Most of the streets are wide and where they are not in the older cobbled areas they are closed off making a huge part of the city a complete pedestrian walkway. Works great except after a while the feet get very sore. The secret I think is to find a bar or cafe and just sit.

Within this area we spent a lot of time walking, taking the time to buy some Belgian chocolate and try Belgian fries, which were lovely, but not sure they are anymore special then our own “chips” at home, just covered in a mayonnaise sauce. Also took the time to share a “yard”, which is ten beers on a board of various varieties. Great way to taste local beers with atmosphere electric. Would have been very easy to stay for the afternoon but as mature persons we elected to go home for our nanny nap prior to heading out for the night.

Tonight we again visited the town centre, lit up for the night before heading of to find a feed of mussels which were done in an onion and celery mix. The meal came with a free beer but it must have shrunk on the way to the table. Haha

Back in our room we are watching the British version of dancing with the stars. What a load of bollocks it is but when it is the only English speaking channel you take what you can get. Will finish our port and great dark chocolate and go to bed in preparation for our trip tomorrow to Flanders Fields.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

IM ASSUMING THAT REQUESTS ARE OPEN?? if they arent im super sorry but like IMAGINE LIKE YAN NEIGHBOR KIRI VS YAN NEIGHBOR BAKUGOU LIKE HAVING A CHRISTMAS LIGHT FIGHT and like meanwhile reader is just like "oh i like your wreath ☺️" ?? just a thot..

OMG Bro that's literally what got me started on this idea, like the Martha May Vs Betty Lou Who in the Grinch!!! Thanks so much for being my first Ask ❤❤❤❤

Just a heads up I wrote this being in suburban au where there are no quirks

Yandere Neighbor Wars: Decorations

Bakugo💥vs Kirishima🥊

⚠[Warning: Yanderes and their behavior, competition, and implied swearing]⚠

💥🥊Before you showed up they got along as fine as any neighbor with a vacant house in between theirs would

💥🥊You’d show up one day with a friendly disposition taking your neighbor’s hearts like it was free food

💥🥊And it wouldn’t be long before they both had walked out to “spontaneously be outside” at the same time you would, seeing each other fighting for the same neighbor

💥🥊Other than Bakugo’s brash (and loud) comments about Kirishima being a stalker and Kirishima claiming Bakugo had anger issues you didn’t really notice this crazy feud between the two

💥🥊I mean sure Kirishima was very eager to give you a chair that he built one day and the next Bakugo demanded that you wear a sweater he knitted for you

💥🥊They were just your friendly neighbors...Yup nothing suspicious about the oddly specific gifts when you start running low on supplies for the house...yeah

💥🥊And when it wasn’t gifts it was just petty competition

💥🥊It started when autumn first began, Kirishima had been slaving away on his front lawn to rake, blow, and pile all the fallen leaves into a hefty pile

💥🥊You were walking in after a long day out and you witnessed the unnatural redhead finishing up his pile and you decided to compliment him

💥🥊“Hey nice pile”

💥🥊“Thanks...do ya wanna jump in it?”

💥🥊Whether you’d say no or not, you ended up running and jumping in alongside him crawling out laughing

💥🥊You and him would spend the rest of the afternoon putting the leaves back into the pile to jump into all over again

💥🥊Bakugo was watching and he was not happy

💥🥊That night he made a point to make sure his pile was even bigger

💥🥊He waited in the morning for you to walk by and compliment him on his pile, maybe stay and jump in

💥🥊You didn’t.

💥🥊Instead you hurriedly rushed out of your house with (F/B) in hand and stopped to look at his porch

💥🥊“I like your pumpkins.”

💥🥊You left after that and even though he was mad you didn’t even look at his leaves, you liked the pumpkins he’d littered around his porch

💥🥊Getting those early, to beat the snotty nose rugrats was the best idea ever

💥🥊Kirishima would not only witness your simple complimenting but your follow up on asking Bakugo to help you pick some for your porch

💥🥊How seriously unfair!

💥🥊And this would go back and forth through Halloween to Thanksgiving

💥🥊Finally after a momentary truce they agreed that whoever had the seemingly better Christmas display on their house would have the honor of having you over for dinner and subsequently relocating you to your new forever home

Although I totally agree and love the clueless (Y/n) I think it’d be pretty funny if it went like this:

Kirishima’s house was decked in green and red lights that showed off the decorated tree he had in his yard. With his blown up reindeer on the roof and a Santa waving happily near his tree with the accumulated lights on the bushes, his door and even the mailbox, he was confident.

“Yours looks like Santa %$#@&*! all over your yard.”

Kirishima turned around in surprise to see the unimpressed look on his rival's face. “I didn’t ask you, Anger issues.”

“What’d you call me?!”

“Nothing, geez. Are you done decorating? Yours looks like some demented modern retake on Christmas.” Kirishima said, gesturing towards Bakugo’s house. His house had fake icicles on his garage and a giant frosty standing between to completely lit up blue and white Christmas trees along with a Santa Claus decoration hanging off the roof.

“The theme is blue and white. Something a hair-for-brains like you wouldn’t understand.”

“You know what-”

Your car was coming down the street! Bakugo ran back to his house and Kirishima stood in place to fiddle with a giant candy cane he had. And as you stepped out of your car to trudge to your doorway both of them were waiting for you to say their name out of that pretty little mouth.

“Kiri,Baku”They looked up to see you addressing both of them in adorable nicknames and all the while waving a hand to keep their attention,”I like your Santa and I like your reindeer.” You disappeared behind your door leaving the decision to the two demons rhat you had for neighbors.

“She said mine first!”

“She called me first!”

Whisper shouting to settle for their prize they miss how you walk out again with a box. “Ooof” you grunted catching the boys’ attention. You positioned yourself to kick it towards your house before getting a running start. Both watched your every move as you beautifully punted the gift box into your house. They watched as tons of lights, ornaments, and blow up figures attached themselves to your house easily outshining and ultimately out-decorating their own.

Their jaws drop as you spend literal seconds doing work that took them hours if not days. “My brother is an inventor,” you explain, ”making decorating the easiest part of Christmas is child's-play for him.” Still unable to process the absolute bling that is your house you pop the question

“So by the way would you guys be willing to come over for Christmas dinner?”

#yandere x reader #yandere x you #yanderes #yandere harem #yanderexrea #yandere bnha #bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha kirishima #Bakugo vs Kirishima #yandere bakugou #yandere kirishima #bnha au #suburban au #yandereneighborwars #yandere

[aquaticrunner]

Modern Academic Rivals to Lovers | Edmund x Reader

Request by @generalblizzarddreamer : Hey love! I don't know if you're inspired to write Narnia right now but could I have academic rivals to lovers with Edmund Pevensie? Maybe Edmund could be a law student and the reader is a journalism major? Thanks so much if you do it! | Word count: 2.9K

A/N: I did not mean for this to come out so long but I loved the idea and just kinda ran with it. I hope you like it! I had a lot of fun writing it. I’m so sorry it took so long but I’m finally out of school so I’m catching up on all my requests.

I stood up from the small desk I was sitting at in the university library and stretched my arms up above my head. I’d been sitting at this desk for at least two hours and still felt like I hadn’t made much progress on my project. I decided to go searching for some more sources and scanned the section closest to me. A book title on the top shelf caught my eye and I reached my hand up to grab it. Just as my fingers brushed the spine of the book, another hand reached over and swiped it. “Hey!” I shouted, immediately cringing at the loudness of my voice in the quiet library. I looked over at the thief who had taken my book. The guy seemed familiar like maybe we’d had a few classes together. He had dark, curly hair that had grown past his ears and an easy smile that probably made most people melt. 

“Hey yourself.” He said, chuckling as he started to walk away. I bit the side of my cheek in frustration and made the impulsive decision to follow him. “Excuse me, but I need that book.”

He stopped walking and smirked at me. Despite how attractive this boy was, it infuriated me. “Well, so do I.”

I crossed my arms over my chest. “I saw it first and there’s only one copy.”

He raised his eyebrows slightly. “You saw it first? What is this, primary school?”

“Seriously? Just give me the book.”

I could see the smile in his eyes as he just looked at me and said, “No.” Then he turned around and walked away again.

I decided not to follow him this time and walked back to my desk, fuming the whole way there. He was the most arrogant and obnoxious guy I’d ever met and I didn’t even know his name. I tried to focus on my project again but gave up after about 30 minutes. I packed up my stuff and walked back to my dorm. When I made it back, I checked the time on my phone. It was only 8:15. Too early to go to sleep. I scrolled through the contacts on my phone until I saw my best friend’s name. I pressed the call button and put the phone to my ear. She answered after the first ring and asked what was up. “Do you wanna go out?”

I woke up the next morning with a slight headache and my mouth dry. I picked up the water bottle that I keep beside my bed but it was empty. I sighed and stood up. I ventured into my small kitchen area and filled up the bottle in the sink. As I drank the water, my mind drifted back to last night. My friend, Valerie, and I had gone to a small club and stayed out till about midnight. I had pretty much gotten over my encounter with that guy at the library. I looked at the clock at the wall and cursed when I realized that it was almost 7:30. I only had 15 minutes to get ready for my morning class. I threw on some jeans and a t-shirt and brushed my teeth. I rushed out the door, barely checking to see if I had the right notebook. I walked as fast as I could to the humanities building and breathed a sigh of relief when I made it with 3 minutes to spare. I took a seat in the front row where I always did and smiled at the boy that always sits next to me. I opened my backpack and grabbed my notebook, thankful that it was the right one. I opened the notebook to a blank page and sat a pencil next to it. I was waiting for the professor to walk in when someone else caught my eye. It was the boy from the library! So we do have a class together, I thought. I waited for him to see me but his eyes stayed focused on his path and he sat down in the middle row. I turned my head quickly in case he saw me looking at him. 

The professor walked in a minute later and I tried to refocus my mind on what he was teaching. This class was already boring to me. I knew that research and writing were important, but this class felt almost too basic. As the professor talked my mind drifted to the boy sitting behind me. I wondered if he had noticed me yet, if he was as bored as I was, or if he was paying attention and didn’t notice me at all. 

“Does anyone know the answer?” I was snapped out of my thoughts when the professor addressed the class and averted my eyes, hoping he wouldn’t call on me. “Anyone at all?”

“A research question is focused, complex, and arguable.” My eyes widened when I realized it was the boy from last night.

“Yes that is correct, Mr… ?”

“Pevensie, sir. Edmund Pevensie.”

The professor nodded and went back to lecturing. My eyes stayed glued to the boy, Edmund. His eyes snapped to mine and heat immediately rushed to my cheeks and I turned back to my notebook. Now he’s going to think I’m obsessed with him.

When the professor dismissed class after what felt like forever, I threw my stuff in my bag and rushed out of my seat. I made it out the door and thought I was clear and my path was blocked. “Excuse me.” I said, trying to get past.

“Avoiding someone?” His voice burned into my soul and I jumped back.

“No. I just have somewhere to be.” My eyes drifted up his chest as I leaned up to meet his eyes.

The corner of his mouth ticked up and he narrowed his eyes at me. “Right. I’m Edmund by the way. Figured I should introduce myself after you called me a thief.”

I rolled my eyes. “You are a thief. And I heard your name. Everyone in class did.”

This time, he smiled completely. “So…?”

I looked at him, unsure of what he was wanting. “So what?”

He stared at me blankly as if he was trying to figure out if I really didn’t know or if I was messing with him. “Your name?”

“Oh. It’s Y/N.” I don’t know why it surprised me that he wanted my name. Was he trying to be friends or something?

“Well, it was nice to meet you Y/N.” And with that he turned and walked away. Why is he always doing that?

I rolled my eyes as he left and walked back to my dorm, throwing my bag down in the living room. My roommate, Elle, walked out and raised her eyebrows at me. “Someone’s in a foul mood.”

“I am not!” I shouted defensively. She just looked at me and my shoulders sagged in defeat. “Fine. I met this guy and he’s a total jerk.”

Her eyes lit up immediately. “You met a guy?”

“Seriously? That was not the important part of that sentence.”

She laughed. “Well I can’t remember the last time you said the words “met a guy.”” She said, using air quotes around my words. 

I sighed and walked into my room, looking over my schedule for the day. I had one more class and a club meeting later that day. 

“Hey would you wanna grab lunch before my next class?” I asked her, walking back into the living room.

She shrugged, “Sure. I have nothing better to do.”

We ate in the campus cafeteria and I went to my corporate communication class. Now I was on my way to one of the meeting rooms on campus for a debate club meeting. It was my first time joining a club and I was definitely nervous. 

I walked up the stairs of the building and into the room that was on the announcement. A tall girl greeted me at the door with a large smile. “Hi! Are you here to join the debate team?” Her enthusiasm was almost scary but I smiled back and nodded as she handed me an instruction packet. “Great! Feel free to sit anywhere.” I thanked her and took a seat near the middle. Normally I liked to sit in the front but I was a little too nervous tonight.

I looked around for anyone I might know and noticed a familiar boy with dark, curly hair. You have to be kidding me. Ever since our interaction at the library Edmund seemed to be everywhere I was.

He was busy talking to a group of kids at the back of the room. He caught my eye and waved at me with a smirk on his face. I clenched my jaw and turned back around, facing the front of the room.

The girl who greeted me when I walked in had now moved to stand behind a small podium. She cleared her throat to catch everyone’s attention and I sat up a little straighter in my chair. She spent the next hour describing what the debate club was like, our meeting schedule, and how often we attend competitions. “Now there is a sign-up sheet being passed around. Please write your name and phone number on the sheet.” She handed the clipboard with the sheet on it to the boy on my left and he handed it to me when he was done. I wrote what she instructed and passed it to my right, not paying attention to who was beside me. Once everyone was done she announced that the meeting was over and we would receive a message for our next meeting time. I sighed and stood following the small crowd out the door.

“Hey Y/N!” I looked to see who was calling my name and of course it was Edmund. 

I kept walking, pretending I hadn’t heard him, but he caught up to me almost immediately. “Hey, I didn’t know you were interested in debate.”

I shrugged, “Well you don’t really know that much about me at all.”

He put his hand over his heart in mock hurt. “Ouch. You wound me.”

I smiled condescendingly. “I try.”

“You don’t like me, do you?” He asked.

“I don’t have any feelings toward you.” I said in response.

“Riiight. Is this about the book?” 

I sighed. “No. I don’t care about some stupid book. Look, it's late and I have to go. Bye.”

I walked away from him and headed back to my dorm for the night, trying to concentrate on my project. 

The rest of the week went by quickly with limited interactions between Edmund and me. Finally, it was Friday and I was ready to take a break. However, before I did that I needed to buckle down and finish the project that I had been procrastinating. I packed my stuff up and drove to the library. I spent hours there and by the time I finished, it was dark outside. I packed my stuff up and stopped by the vending machine on my way out. I reached the doors and pushed, but was surprised when they didn’t open. I pushed again and started to get nervous when they still didn’t open. Maybe there’s another exit. I walked away from the doors and searched the perimeter of the library looking for another set of doors. When I didn’t find any, I walked to the center of the library where the help desk was located. “Hello?” I said, hoping someone would answer me.

I heard a voice from behind me, “Please don’t tell me we’re locked in here.” I cringed, knowing who it was going to be before I even turned around.

I slowly turned to face him. “It’s starting to look that way.”

“Do you have your phone?” He asked me.

“No. I leave it in my car when I’m studying. Don’t you have one?” I asked, crossing my arms defensively.

He waved it in front of me, looking annoyed. “It’s dead.”

I wanted to bang my head against a wall. “Great,” I said sarcastically. 

“Maybe we can use the library phone?” He suggested and I nodded, walking around to the other side of the desk.

I picked it up and attempted to dial a number. Instead of hearing the phone ringing, all I heard was constant beeping. I groaned when I read the inscription at the bottom of the phone. 

Edmund leaned over. “What is it?”

“This phone only connects to other phones in the building. No one else is going to be here at this hour.”

“Well, guess we better make ourselves comfortable.” He took a seat on one of the couches and propped his feet up on a nearby table.

I took a deep breath and sat down in a chair across from the couch. 

He stared at me from across the table and I shifted in my seat uncomfortably. “Why are you looking at me?” I finally asked.

He shrugged. “I’m trying to figure out why you don’t like me.”

“By staring at me?”

Edmund laughed and I felt the tension in my shoulders ease just a bit.

“So are you going to tell me or not?” He asked me.

I bit my lip nervously. This is going to be a long night. “I never said I didn’t like you.”

“So you’re acting like this because you do like me.”

“No!”

“So you’re rude to everyone?”

“I am not rude! I don’t dislike you. I just have no interest in talking to you.” I finally said.

“Why not? I’m hilarious.” 

I snorted in response. “I doubt that.”

“You’re judging me based on one interaction. That hardly seems fair.” He said. I looked away, not wanting to admit that he might be right.

“Well it was one rude interaction. First impressions matter.” I said in my defense.

“Okay, well I’m sorry I took the book you wanted. I needed it for a project.”

“So did I.”

He laughed, but it sounded dry. “Whatever.”

I bit my lip, guilt starting to settle in my stomach. Maybe I had judged him too harshly.

“I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have judged you so fast. Maybe we could be friends?” I asked.

He half-smiled and I felt slightly relieved. “We can be friends.”

I smiled at him for what felt like the first time and he smiled back.

“Let’s play twenty questions.” He said, sitting up suddenly.

“What?”

“Twenty questions. I ask you a question and then you ask me one.” 

I curled my hair around my finger nervously. “I don’t know…”

“Come on, it’ll be fun. You can ask me first.”

I sighed, knowing there was nothing else to do anyway. “Fine. What’s your major?”

Edmund laughed. “Okay, starting off easy. I’m pre-law. What’s yours?”

“Journalism.” He nodded, and I sat for a moment, thinking of my next question. “What’s your family like?”

Edmund smiled and his fondness for them was written clearly all over his face. “I have two sisters and a brother. Lucy and I are the youngest and then Susan and Peter. We’re all really close. I don’t get to see them as often as I like but we text all the time.”

I smiled, surprised at such a genuine response. He cleared his throat and then asked his next question. “What’s your favorite food?”

I laughed and tried to think of a genuine answer. “Pizza. Yours?”

Edmund thought for a moment. “I love anything sweet. Why are you majoring in journalism?”

“Well… I’d like to have an impact on the world. I like discovering the truth and telling real stories. Why do you want to be a lawyer?”

“To defend those who can’t defend themselves, obviously.” He said, jokingly.

I laughed again and thought of my next question. Edmund and I spent the rest of the night talking and laughing. I had seriously misjudged him. He was actually very pleasant to be around. Eventually, we fell asleep and when the librarian woke us up the next morning I was embarrassed to find that Edmund and I had moved together in our sleep. The librarian apologized profusely for not checking before she locked up and then Edmund and I were on our way out of the library.

He walked me to my car and I grabbed his arm before he turned to leave. “Thank you.”

He looked at me curiously. “For what?”

“For making last night a little better. I don’t know what I would’ve done if I’d been locked in by myself.” In a moment of bravery, I leaned forward and hugged him.

Edmund hugged back and I could feel the warmth radiating off of him and his heart beating in his chest.

I leaned back slowly and Edmund kept his arms around me.

“Y/N…”

“Yes?”

“Can I kiss you?” He asked.

I nodded and Edmund leaned forward, immediately capturing my lips with his. The kiss was passionate and I could’ve sworn I saw literal sparks. I wasn’t sure how long it lasted but I was sure it wasn’t long enough. He leaned his forehead against mine and I smiled at the closeness.

“Do you want to go out tonight?” He asked me.

“I would love to.”

He kissed me on the cheek then began to walk back to his car. 

“Hey Edmund!” I called. He turned back to face me. “Thanks for stealing my book.” A smile broke out on his gorgeous face and I couldn’t help but smile back. “Anytime.”

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