#and as a whole id probably remember it for a bit but if i stopped watching it really wouldnt cross my mind all that much

[hannieehaee]

18+ / mdi

content: coworker!jk, sub!jk, afab reader, confession, reader is mean to jk, plot moves super fast to get to the smut lol, smut, handjob, oral (f receiving) penetrative sex, etc.

wc: 2570

a/n: this is loosely based off an audio i heard once but i cant remember where</3 also not 100% proofread

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"yeah, you should probably ask jungkook for help with that, he's actually really good with those forms. he has the whole process memorized," jungkook heard namjoon say from his desk, though he was unable to spot who he was talking to.

he decided to not question it, continuing his work while mentally preparing himself to help any coworker who might stop by to see him.

however, his work was promptly interrupted when he heard a chair pull back and steps head in the direction of his cubicle, looking up to find you and namjoon standing over him, a smile on joon's face and an annoyed frown on yours.

jungkook knew that frown was reserved specifically for him, as he knew you were quite nice to literally everyone else in the office. he seemed to be the one exception, somehow undeserving of your politeness no matter what he did.

"hey, kook. would you mind helping y/n here with these forms? it should only take you about twenty minutes. i know it's staying a bit later than you usually do, but i have a date and i really have to go if i wanna beat tra-"

"it's fine, joon, don't worry," jungkook interrupted. as much as he didn't want to stay late with you, noticing that everyone else had already left, he also could not find it in himself to say no to joon – or to you, for that matter.

as embarrassing as it was to admit, jungkook had a huge crush on you. sure, you were always mean and short in words with him, but he couldnt help himself. he had come to realize that your personality was sweet and bubbly, despite never showing that side of yourself to him. even if you hated him for some reason, he liked to spend time with you whenever possible, hoping that maybe you'd change your mind about your negative feelings for him.

"okay, great. thank you so much, jungkook," he then turned to you, "i'm leaving you in great hands, i promise," he declared before bidding his goodbyes to the two of you, taking his leave and leaving the two of you alone in the empty office.

turning his chair to look at you, jungkook offered you an awkward smile as he got up, grabbing a few papers from a drawer nearby in order to help you figure out the form you needed assistance with.

you seemed annoyed despite his helpful disposition, but jungkook chose to ignore it, simply walking over to an empty table nearby and gesturing for you to follow him there. he chose not to take a seat, knowing this would probably be quick and also feeling slightly awkward at sharing a table with you for some reason. he'd rather keep his eyes down and on the paperwork.

"okay, uh, what is it that you're confused about?", he finally asked.

"nothing, jungkook. i didn't realize namjoon would drag you into this if i asked him for help. you don't have to act like you want to help me, you can just go home," you said in a deadpan tone.

"'act like i want to help you'? what do you mean?" he cocked his head to the side, "i really don't mind helping you."

"please, jungkook, you look like you'd rather be anywhere but here," you shot at him, completely disregarding the paperwork he'd pulled out.

"that's not true! i'd love to help you. you could've asked me and i would've helped you out with no issue," he argued back, suddenly feeling quite passionate about the subject.

"i don't believe you."

it was hard for jungkook to not grow frustrated at how short and unreasonable you were in your words. how was he even supposed to help you when you clearly despised his presence? all he wanted to do was build some sort of bridge with you. why were you so pleasant with namjoon but willing to pick a fight with him just after mere minutes together?

"what do you want me to say? i want to help you. id help you with anything you ask, but you're always either ignoring me or avoiding me while you're nice to everyone else. i don't understand what i did wrong. did- did i do something to you? do you just not like me?", jungkook finally let out, growing more emotional by the word.

"i don't like it! i don't like how you act with others. you're- you're too nice!", you almost shouted back, inexplicably frustrated.

"i- what? i'm too nice? what does that even mean? i-"

"i don't like that you're nice to everyone else! i hate it! i've seen the way you flirt with the receptionists and hang around the coffee cart with lia. you're so nice to everyone else but can't even speak a word to me. it's so annoying – you're so annoying. you know what, i'm just gonna go. i'll ask joon for help tomorrow morning," you ranted, red in the face and out of breath as you turned around and marched away.

jungkook almost couldn't function after your sudden outburst, but luckily got a hold of his senses before you could walk away, surprising both you and himself when his arm went out to grab onto yours and stop you.

"wait," he breathed out, "it-it's not at all how you think. flirt? i- i don't mean to make it seem that way. i- i've never flirted with anyone at the office. i'm just trying to be nice, and- and i've never meant to make you feel like i'm only not nice to you. you just ... you intimidate me so much," he winced at his own admission, "i'm sorry, i ... you've always been so cold with me, i just assumed you hated me and tried to stay out of your way. i don't hate you. at all. it's not like that at all," he rambled, "i like you. so much. you have no idea, i- wait, wait no, i- fuck."

his eyes widened at his accidental confession, making him stop in his tracks and let go of your arm, far too embarrassed to even make eye contact with you anymore. he couldn't even gauge your reaction to his words before shutting his eyes close and scrunching up his nose in embarrassment, looking down at your feet rather than yourself.

"i- i didn't mean that. no, i did, but, i just- fuck, it wasn't-"

"jungkook, stop," you instructed, stepping towards him decidedly. but jungkook wouldnt budge. he stayed still and avoided your eyes as much as he could, making even a further embarrassment of himself.

suddenly his head was lifted up by a pair of arms that belonged to you, forcing his head to turn in your direction and being pulled towards you, his surprised yelp interrupted halfway as your lips locked with his own.

he moaned in surprise, unable to process what was going on as his lips attempted to follow your own. you led the kiss, licking into his mouth and molding his lips however you so wished. there were no complaints from jungkook, just delighted confusion. he couldn't bring himself to question you when kissing you just felt so damn good.

but his brain caught up to him soon enough, making him pull away with a gasp, "wait, i- does this mean-" but he was interrupted with another wet kiss, "d-do you like me ba-" and another, and another, and another one on top of that.

the two of you made out for a few moments before you finally pulled away from him, this time having him pathetically follow your lips as if in a trance.

"i do, jungkook. i like you. i ... i guess i was just jealous of all the attention you gave everyone else that i didnt realize it might've been my fault," you revealed sheepishly, though your hands were still tightly holding onto his hair.

"fuck, really? you like me back? i- shit," he couldnt help the embarrassingly big grin that took over his face, "can i ... can i kiss you again?", he murmured after calming himself down.

you nodded and leaned in again, immediately sticking your tongue in his mouth and pulling him towards you. after making out for a few short moments, you walked yourself back onto a table nearby, sitting yourself on it as jungkook stayed standing between your legs. wrapping your legs around him, you brought him even closer to you, the kiss getting steamier.

"kookie ..." you breathed out, kissing your way to his ear, "will you be good for me and get on your knees?", you murmured with a sensual lick to his lobe.

shuddering, he nodded, kneeling and allowing you to trap him between your lace-clad legs. his hands were not shy in feeling up your legs, adoring the lace tights adorning your gorgeous legs.

"can i rip them off? need to feel your legs ... fuck, ive thought about kissing up your thighs so many times ... so pretty n soft. please?", he pleaded as his pretty eyes stared up at you.

nodding, you gave him the green light, gasping when he easily ripped them apart and brought you closet to him, pushing up your skirt so he could play with you as he pleased. his lips trailed up and down the plush skin of your thighs, suckling a few love bites onto the skin before dragging his tongue over them as an apology. he dragged his nose along the length of your thighs, seemingly catching scent of your essence as he moaned. soon enough, the pretty spot between your legs drew him in far too much, causing him to dig his face between your thighs snd breathe you in, groaning in ecstasy when your thighs wrapped around his head, trapping him.

"oh, god, please keep doing that," he groaned into you, "wrap your thighs around me ... wanna make you feel so good while you grind on my face ...", those were his last words before pushing your panties to the side and licking into your cunt.

he moaned and cried like a depraved man against you, begging you to grind against him and suffocate him between your legs. his hands pulled you closer by your hips, encouraging the canting of your hips against his face. his nose dug into your clit, nuzzling it while his tongue worked itself into your pussy.

jungkook had you on cloud nine with his pathetic desperation, letting out never-ending pleas into your cunt and somehow still begging for more.

"taste so fucking good, oh fuck- it's so good. prettiest fucking pussy," he cried when your hands dug particularly hard into his hair, pushing him in and allowing him no escape.

"kookie, oh, kookie! i'm almost there, please don't stop, i- i'm right there, baby," you cried out as he sped up his movements, absolutely desperate for your orgasm.

he proudly claimed your orgasm on his tongue, hesitant in pulling away from your cunt as he would've stayed there forever if given the option. but this thought was overthrown the moment you pulled him up by the hair and stuck your tongue in his mouth to taste yourself, once again initiating a series of sensual kisses that had him feeling dizzy.

at some point your hand came out to play with his cock, pulling it out from underneath the dress pants you had seemingly unbuttoned while he was too distracted kissing you. he groaned into your lips as you slowly jerked him, pulling away to kiss his neck and whisper all the dirty things you wanted to do with him.

the mere suggestion of getting to fuck you caught his attention, making him plea at you to stop jerking him so he could bend you over the table and have his way with you.

"are you sure, kookie? don't you want my hand? my tongue?", you tormented him as your hand sped up.

"n-no ... cunt- need your cunt so fucking bad. please, just- just turn around, baby," he begged pathetically, helping you flip over when you finally budged.

he ripped off his shirt snd threw off his shoes and pants while you bent over, wiggling your ass at him to provoke him – which you very much did. you were still wearing a shirt and your skirt, but jungkook would worry about seeing your tits some other day. for now all he cared about was slipping off your pretty skirt snd uncovering your even prettier pussy.

lowering your skirt and panties low enough to reveal your ass, jungkook groaned at the view – so pretty and bent over just for him. the thought of your gorgeous body ready for him to use almost made him short-circuit, he knew he'd burst almost immediately after entering you, but luckily an experimental drag of his fingers against your folds revealed to him that you were also at the brink.

"can't believe i get to fuck you, baby. wanted this since the moment i saw you," he breathed out before beginning to ease into you, "oh ... fuck, shit, it's so warm ... so wet and warm, oh, baby ..." all ability to form a coherent sentence left him after that. his hips quickly took over, slamming into you while you whined his name in the prettiest cries he had ever heard. his eyes rolled back in absolute pleasure, hand uncontrollably digging in place to play with your clit, only causing you to tighten up even more.

"kookie ... you're so fucking big ... fuck, fill me up so good," you swore, pushing your hips back into his own.

"i know, pretty, i know," he managed to breath out just when his orgasm began to approach, "i'm gonna cum, baby, fuck. please tell me you're there too ... need you to cum with me, please?", he pleaded as his hips lost all finesse, now humping wildly into you.

"y-yes! i'm there, fuck- just- just cum with me, kookie, i- fuck!"

your own orgasm was all he needed to finally let go, continuing to fuck into you throughout his orgasm, emptying himself inside you with high put he'd whines of your name. the empty office was filled with nasty noises of skin slapping and senseless cries coming from one another.

once finished, he let himself fall into you a bit, though still not putting his full weight on you. with a wince, he eventually pulled off and groaned at the liquids leaking from his dick. he went to grab a few paper towels from nearby to clean you up a bit before helping you sit up and even sneaking in a peck to your cheek in the process.

"does this mean you like me ...?", he asked regardless of how redundant the question seemed.

"jungkook, you idiot," you chuckled, "yes, i like you."

"thank god," he mumbled under his breath, "i, uh, do you think maybe you'd wanna go home with me tonight? or is that too much too soon? sorry, i'm getting ahead of myself, hah-"

"kook, stop. i'd love to go home with you," you smiled at him, pulling him in for yet another kiss, falling in a makeout session again.

the two of you kissed softly for a while, maybe too softly for what you'd just done together in your workplace. but jungkook didn't think of that at the moment. all that he cared about was taking you home and repeating it all over again.

#bts smut #bts fanfic #bts x reader #bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts oneshot #jungkook scenario #jungkook imagine #jungkook x reader #jungkook fanfic #jungkook smut #jungkook oneshot

[octuscle]

Hello Sir! I know you can help me with my problem. Soon new year, and in new year I want become big brut hairy bear, with bald head. I ready pay any price for it. Can you help me in this question?

You couldn't necessarily tell by looking at Liam. But he was already 19 years old. He constantly had to show his ID. He was annoyed. At least he wasn't ugly. On the contrary. He had hundreds of followers on TikTok. But most of them thought he was a kid. No one believed that he had finished school and wanted to start training as a draughtsman the following year. When he asked a construction company for an internship until then, they told him that they didn't accept underage trainees.

"Guys, how old do you think I am? And what can I do to be thought of as older?" Liam added to his new pic. Comments poured in. bears_and_boys_1982 sent him a link. Looked interesting. Probably something similar to FaceApp, Liam thought. He downloaded the app. And nothing happened. One of his buddies had replied that he should meet them for a cigarette and a beer at the bus stop. If he smoked enough, he would soon look older too. Liam laughed, put on his fake Moncler jacket and set off to meet his mates.

It was already after 11 p.m. and Liam was just about to turn out the lights when his cell phone beeped. "Installation complete, defining profile" was on the display. What the hell? Ah, the app from the bear and boy guy, Liam remembered. Let's see. It really was something similar to FaceApp. And it seemed to be free. You could capture a whole range of things. Age, occupation, hobbies, weight, height. Liam played around a bit. But it was awkward to use, the interfaces were old-fashioned, and there were no pictures or graphics anywhere. Liam lost the fun pretty quickly. He was also tired. He locked the phone, put it on the bedside table, turned off the light and soon fell asleep. The cell phone buzzed a few times during the night. Messages lit up. "Settings saved", "Target defined" and finally "Transformation started". After that, there was silence. Until the alarm clock rang at 04:30.

Quietly, so as not to wake his parents, Liam went to the bathroom. This internship was exhausting, but also fun. He was assigned to the bricklayers. Actually, he would have preferred to do something in the office on the computer. But his colleagues were nice and he had the feeling that working in the fresh air was good for him. Showering before work was silly. Liam sprayed some Axe under his arms, brushed his teeth and set off. The bus always picked him up at 05:00 and drove him to the construction site with the other colleagues.

After work, Liam drove back to his parents' house. His father needed help building the new carport. In other words, Liam was supposed to build a new carport. Initially, Liam's parents had grumbled that Liam didn't want to study, but only wanted to be a craftsman. Nowadays, the two wizened academics were happy that at least one of the family knew how to work. Before it got dark, Liam prepared the concrete for the foundations, dug the holes for the foundations, built the formwork and poured the foundations for the carport. Tomorrow he would install the support beams. Liam declined his mother's offer to stay for dinner. He had an appointment with a few colleagues for a beer. And even though the work had been exhausting enough, he would still like to go to the gym for an hour beforehand. He was increasingly developing a paunch from too much beer and too much junk food.

Life on the construction site was a man's world. The containers were small and stuffy. Especially for a colossus like Liam. The bunk bed, where Liam slept downstairs for safety reasons, was hardly more spacious than in a submarine. The air reeked of sweat, beer and male farts. But mostly also of cum and testosterone. Liam loved this world. He was almost always sorry to go back home at the weekend. Here there was always the opportunity for a quick fuck or a blowjob, just like tonight in the shower room. The apprentice looked almost greedily at Liam's fat, cheesy and uncut cock. It didn't matter whether colleagues were about to join him. At best, an orgy would develop.

The weekend at last. Liam had been a foreman on the construction site for a long time, but his boss still called him home at weekends to do smaller jobs. Hehehe, Liam knew what these tasks were. As a rule, his boss's wife wasn't at home on weekends like that. The boss would then cover the beds with the leather sheets that he hid from his wife in the tool shed and Liam would then fuck him on the sheets, in the hot tub or on the kitchen table.

He always felt a little uncomfortable in his boss's house. He hated the pictures of that princess who died a hundred years ago hanging at the shithouse. And he constantly had to be careful not to lose any of his body hair or beard, which could make his boss's wife suspicious. And Liam was constantly losing hair everywhere. Especially from his head. But Liam also didn't give a shit about his boss's problems. There was a good commission for the weekend work. And there was also commission if he pissed standing up and didn't lift up the toilet seat or if he shot his cum on the carpet while he was cumming. The rest wasn't his problem. By the time his boss's wife came back from the yoga weekend, he was long back in his man cave. With a bit of luck, with the hot apprentice's head between his thighs.

Pic of the former Liam found @toughukladz and pic of the current Liam found @eurobeef

#male tf #muscle tf #reality change #age progression #bear tf

[dylan-o-yumm]

Hi there! I just wanna say that I love your writing it’s so good 🫶 anyways I can’t stop thinking about Leon coming back from a mission terribly hurt, and the reader just worries over him and takes care of our sweet boy 🥺 giving him the love and comfort he deserves 🫶 stay safe out there and remember to hydrate! 🫶

Firstly, thank you for the sweet and kind words, anon 💜 you’re precious

Okay so I changed it up a little bit just because I have a longer fic in the works that’s exactly this request lol, so keep an eye out for that one! This one is more… moody? And the love and comfort is more... frustration and argumentative. Hehe

And I imagine RE6/ID Leon for this one but you can imagine who you want!

WARNINGS: wounds/gore, if you're squeamish then maybe don't read just to be safe. Reader is also kinda a bitch, but we all know Leon loves his challenging women lol

“Hey, kid. Mind if I come in?” He asks, already slinking his way inside your home, his hand clutching his right shoulder that was scratched and torn up, leaking blood down his leather jacket and spilling small droplets onto your floor as the blood slid down his bicep and trickled down his fingers.

“Leon, go to a hospital. You’re making a mess,” you grumble, shutting the front door that you had just opened to greet him, and turning around to glare at him with your arms folded over your chest.

“Nice to see where your priorities lie,” he quipped with a hint of humour in his voice. “I’ll clean up any mess I make, I promise.”

You watched him as he made his way to your bathroom, grumbling to yourself as you looked at the floor and saw the trail of blood that he was leaving behind him.

You’ll have to mop again. Even though you just mopped the floors this morning... Maybe you wouldn’t care about the mess if Leon was actually dying. However he loved to come to your house to patch himself up after, almost, every mission. This wasn’t a once off, this was a reoccurrence.

Last time it was broken ribs, which you got into a fight with him about. You were determined that he go to a hospital and seek actual medical attention, but he was adamant that he was fine and would heal on his own. The two of you had a screaming match— well, you screamed, he was pretty calm the whole time. You were paranoid that he would pierce a lung, and then what would you do? You had no medical practice aside from when he would visit, you’d have no idea how to help him. Turns out all he needed was some ice and lots of rest, so it wasn’t too bad.

The time before that, he had a pretty severe concussion. Which again, resulted in the two of you fighting about if he should or shouldn’t go to a hospital, but the night ultimately ended with you forcing him to stay awake so he didn’t die in his sleep. You realised fighting would probably make his condition worsen and he was too stubborn to give up and go to a hospital so you lost a lot of sleep that night, keeping him awake by talking since watching tv would also worsen his condition. So Google says anyway.

The time before that it was a dislocated shoulder. The time before that it was a nasty slice on his thigh that desperately wanted to get infected. The time before that— well, you get the picture. You are Leon Kennedy’s personal nurse whether you like it or not.

“Hey, kid. Come here,” he called out to you from inside the bathroom and you sighed heavily, ready to see whatever injuries he had. It was going to be bad and you were going to yell at him to go to a hospital and he would refuse and you would end up helping him. Rinse and repeat.

You made your way to the bathroom, dodging the drops of blood on the floor so you didn’t walk even more of a mess throughout the house. “I keep telling you, I’m not a fucking doct- oh fuck!”

The moment you saw him, you stumbled and fell back against the bathroom door, feeling your stomach drop while bile rose in your throat.

His jacket was off and hanging over the shower door while his shirt was half off, hanging around his neck and his left arm as he had freed his right arm. Though it wasn’t the lack of clothing that disturbed you, it was the pair of tweezers he was digging into his bloody shoulder, clearly trying to dig something out.

More blood was gushing down his arm and the sickening squelch of him digging around inside his own flesh made you very light headed.

“Hey, come here I need an extra pair of hands.”

“Oh, fuck you.”

“Come on, I can feel it, I just can’t get a hold of it. Need that bad boy outta me before I can stitch it up.” He barely looked at you, instead frowning deeply at his shoulder while he dug around his own flesh.

You were going to kill this man with your own bare hands.

“Bullet wound?” You ask, swallowing the bile in your mouth.

“Not sure.”

“How are you not sure?!”

“Just— help me would you?” He sighed, giving up on the task at hand as he took the tweezers out of his shoulder, handing them towards you. Both the tweezers and his fingers were covered in blood, warm and sticky. You wanted to cry. Or scream. Or punch him. All of the above.

You took the tweezers and grabbed the open bottle of rubbing alcohol off the bathroom counter, spilling some over your hands and the small tool. Leon watched you silently, sitting comfortably on the closed toilet lid, man-spreading and slouching as if he didn’t have a gaping hole in his shoulder.

“I hate you so much, just FYI,” you told him as you placed one hand on the top of his shoulder to steady him and yourself while the other hand with the tweezers came up and slowly dug into the hole. Leon hissed, probably because of the antiseptic, but he was soon calm once again. The man had probably been through so much pain in his life that this felt like a breeze.

“You wouldn’t be doing this if you hated me,” he smirked, watching your face while you were very focused on finding whatever it was that was inside his arm so you could get it out safely. And also not throwing up on him as the squelching noises of the tweezers moving around inside him made it very hard to control your stomach.

“Maybe you hate me then. Having me do this for you even though you know how much I hate it, when you could just go to a fucking hospital.” You grumbled, frowning at his arm. You could feel the small piece inside him, scraping against it with the tweezers, you just had to grab it and pull it out without accidentally pushing it further inside.

“That’s not hate. That me being selfish,” he looked away from you, his smirk dropping and his eyes hardening. “I trust you more than some stranger to poke around inside me with a pair of tweezers.”

“You shouldn’t. I have no idea what I’m doing.” You huff.

He was silent then but not because he didn’t have a response. He was more focused watching you pull out a small golden bullet from his arm, that was slightly crumpled from the impact at which it was fired.

“Well what do ya know? It was a bullet,” he sighed heavily, though relaxing further into his seat. The both of you looked closely at the piece that was once in his arm, but now sat firmly between the pincers of the tweezers.

“What the fuck else would it have been?!”

“Trust me you don’t wanna know.” He scoffed. “Anyway, time for you to stitch me up.” He clapped his hands once, wincing at the pain that shot up through his arm as he did so. He leaned forward slightly and rested his elbow on his knee.

“Leon. I’m not a doctor,” you huffed, dropping the bloody bullet into the small trash can beside the toilet. You then dropped the tweezers into the sink and ran some water to rinse them off. “I understand you trust me more, for whatever reason. But this isn’t fair. I hate doing this. I hate seeing you like this.”

“I thought you cared more about the mess I was making in your house.”

You rinsed your hands in the sink next, watching Leon’s blood swirl down the drain. Though his snide comment had you shutting off the water and turning to look at him with a hand on your hip and an unamused look on your face.

Leon parted his lips and avoided your gaze, sighing as he realised you weren’t in the mood for his playful attitude.

“I’m sorry,” he shook his head and grabbed a handful of toilet paper to start wiping away the blood on his arm. “I know I shouldn’t put you through this. I know it’s unfair on you.”

You crouch down in front of him and place your hand on his knee. “Tell me why you do it. Why do you come to me instead of a professional?”

Leon continued to clean his arm, avoiding eye contact with you but the fact that he was being quieter and softer now made your frustrations ease a little. He was acting more unlike himself and more like a soldier, hardened by the many wars he faced.

“When I’m out there on the field,” he pauses what he’s doing and looks up, but he doesn’t look at you, instead his eyes remain distant, unfocused. Maybe lost in a memory. “I look forward to this. Spending time with you. It’s not the best circumstances I know, but after seeing the shit I see... coming back to see you is like a breath of fresh air. I guess I just wanted to be selfish about something, you know?”

You let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding and you looked down at your hand that was resting on his knee.

He didn’t get to be selfish a lot in his line of work, it made sense that he would just like to be doted on and cared for instead of being the one who cares for everyone else. This was his break, his vacation.

“I guess—“ you swallow the lump in your throat, refusing to meet his gaze, not that he was looking at you as he was quite flustered after what he just confessed. “I’ve been pretty selfish too. I mean you show up with a bullet wound, bleeding everywhere and I... I mean I’ve been pretty bitchy,” You chuckle but you don’t feel very good about yourself.

“Look,” you start, “what if you come see me more often? Preferably when you’re not bleeding. We can watch movies, relax. Give you the down time you deserve. Just... if you have a crazy injury like this, please get it checked out by a professional? That’s all I ask. I’ll pamper you as much as you need afterwards, okay?”

You’ll give him a vacation that he actually deserves.

“I’d like that,” Leon smiles, closing his eyes to take in the warm feeling for a moment longer. When he opened his eyes again, you couldn’t look away this time. His eyes were so blue, so expressive, so inviting.

You’re not sure what compelled you but your eyes lowered to his lips, so soft looking, only a little chapped, probably from being a little dehydrated after his mission, or maybe the blood loss. Either way you felt yourself leaning forward, inching closer and closer.

Until he cleared his throat.

“Do you mind sewing me up? I’m kinda bleeding out here.” He chuckled softly and you felt your face heat up and your eyes widen.

“Oh fuck, right,” you quickly jump to action, finding the needle and thread, cussing silently to yourself for being so stupid. “We could have talked after I patched you up, you know?”

“Ah where’s the fun in that?”

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[icysinner]

code broken

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#ID: pt 2 to codename, which u can find here!

warnings: lil suggestive at times

nya note: whenever i write connie i just see central cee in my head

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“yes, i know about it. it’s impossible to miss.” connie said, still finding amusement in your expression of pure horror. “that must seem so creepy, i am so sorry — oh my god.” you said, not even looking him in the eye while sasha was sitting two seats down from you, finding this interaction very funny. “don’t apologize, and you never answered my question. why red? my favorite color is actually purple.” connie said, knowing his last comment would put a smile on your face, which it did. “ew, i’m not telling you now! it’s embarrassing.” you said back, spinning your pencil in your hand as a way to not make direct eye contact with him. “come on, i wanna know! i feel like i have every right to know..” connie was attempting to keep your attention as long as he could, because he was enjoying having an actual conversation with you outside of a yes or no question.

“okay, okay! it’s stupid, it was over those shoes i have that you liked – they were red, so it just kind of stuck.” you said, the embarrassment really setting in now. “oh, the cherry reds. i remember that. i thought it was like.. some first color of the rainbow type shit. i like that, though, kinda thoughtful if you think about it.” connie’s nonchalant nature about this ordeal shocked you, because why wouldn’t it? anyone else would have thought that was weird.

something about this, about you intrigued connie. maybe it was the fact that you remembered something so small, it was cute. but, he’d gotten this far and he couldn’t fumble it now. “hey, what’s your number?”

⎯⎯⎯⎯

connie

u busy rn?

y/n

no sir

connie

dunkin at 5:30?

y/n

u know i can’t say no to coffee

connie

i’ll take that as a yes.

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“what are you getting ready for?” sasha asked as you pulled on your shoes, the ones connie liked. “i’m going to dunkin.” you replied, walking around you and sasha’s shared dorm, trying to find everything you needed. “without me? you have a new best friend?” she asked, wiping away fake tears. “no, i’m going with connie.” “oh, we’ve moved past calling him red? what’s next, a baby?” sasha was grinning ear to ear, finding amusement in your flustered expression. “stop it, we’re just hanging out. i got his number in class this morning.”

“his number? oh, bitch.” sasha said, nudging your shoulder. “stop it! it’s nothing serious.. he’s probably trying to give me the benefit of the doubt.” you rolled your eyes, spraying on your perfume. “even down to the expensive perfume? practice safe sex!”

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“you got my shoes on, it’s like you’re reeling me in.” connie said with a smile, watching you walk in. “i wouldn’t say reeling..” you smiled back, sitting down at the table he was at. “whatever it is, it’s working. you look good.” he said, sending you another smile. god, he was so attractive. he knew that, though. it was clear he was using your crush on him to his advantage, not that you were complaining.

“so, you really don’t think i’m like, a stalker?” you asked, half joking as you sipped your drink. “no, i don’t think you’re a stalker. and even if you were a stalker, you’d be a pretty one.” connie replied, pretending he didn’t say what he just said. he knows what he’s doing, no doubt about that. he’d calculated his whole plan, down to his cologne, just for you.

“i’m happy you agreed to this, though, seriously.” connie says as he puts his phone down, maintaining eye contact with you. “did you think i wouldn’t?” you asked him, tilting your head to the side slightly. “i don’t know, maybe? maybe you just wanted the distance to stay the way it was.” he replied, a bit of uncertainty in his tone. “well, considering that i had a code name for you for three months, closing the distance was the whole point.”

#aot #aot x black reader #nya writes #attack on titan #aot x reader #black writblr #aot fanfiction #connie x black reader #connie aot #connie attack on titan #codename : connie #connie x reader #snk connie #connie snk #connie springer #connie smut

[imaginingaustin]

our forever

summary: while you and austin are at a wedding, the two of you get to talking about your future with each other.

“babe, are you ready to go?” you called from the bottom of the stairs.

“just a sec!” austin called from his bedroom. 

the two of you were headed out of town for the weekend, on your way to celebrate some friends of yours who were getting married. 

austin finally made his way downstairs, pressing a kiss to your lips as he walked past you. you followed him out to your car and loaded the bags into the trunk of the care.

“alright, let's the road. id like for us to avoid traffic, if we can.” you said as you sat down in your seat. after a little bit of driving, you stopped to get a quick breakfast, then made your way to the hotel.

once you finally got to the hotel, you checked in and went up to your room, setting your bags down and stretching out on the bed.

“mmm, it feels good to finally be here and out of the car.” you sighed.

“lets find something to eat. im starving.” austin said as he grabbed the directory. once you decided on a restaurant, the both of you freshened up and headed out.

the next night was the wedding and you were all in the room getting ready, music blasting and clothes already strewn all over the place.

“why did you bring two dresses?” austin asked you.

“you’ve known me for how long and still don’t know that i like to have options?” you teased.

“youre right,” he said with a giggle as he looked over the dresses you had laid out. “i dont know how much my opinion will influence your decision, but the blue one looks really good on you.” you smiled up at him and he pressed a kiss to your cheek before walking back to the bathroom.

once you both were dressed and made up, you made your way down to the hotel ballroom for the ceremony.

“oh my goodness, this is beautiful.” you said to austin as you walked around for a bit. you made your way to the photo op area, and begak taking pictures of and with each other. once you were done, you took your seats and posted some of the pictures while you waited for the ceremony to start.

“we look really good in these.” austin said, swiping through the photo set you posted.

“we look good in every picture we take.” you said with a smile.

“youre not wrong.” he laughed.

the ceremony finally started and it was beautiful, everyone cheering for the happy couple as the shared their i dos. luckily for everyone, the reception was in the next ballroom over, so you didn’t have to go too far. you decided on a table close to the bar and the buffet for easy access to food and drinks all night.

after the couple dances, and the food was served, the dance floor was open for everyone to dance.

“awe, babe. i love this song. lets dance.” you said as you pulled austin up from his chair and led him to the dance floor. it was a slow song, so you made yourself comfortable in his arms. he held you tight against his chest and you swayed back and forth to the music.

being in such a romantic setting, you couldn’t help but feel extra lovey towards austin, and you had been all day. you could tell that he was feeling the same, as there was a gleam in his eye that was brighter than it normally was.

“i love you so much.” he said softly as the song ended.

“i love you more.” you said, smiling up at him.

“i know this is probably just because of the atmosphere and stuff, but im really so grateful for you and your companionship. i feel so lucky that i get to call you my girlfriend.” he said, hugging you tight.

“and i feel so lucky that i get to call you my boyfriend. you make me happier than i can even explain. i cant even remember life before i met you, and i dont want to imagine life without you.” you said.

“i dont either. i cant wait to marry you.” he said, taking you by surprise.

“what did you just say?” you asked, looking up at him.

“that i can't wait to marry you.” he repeated.

“you wanna marry me?” you asked, and he nodded.

“of course i do. you're my favorite girl in the whole world. i think about marrying you all the time, how our wedding will look, where it will be, our life together as husband and wife.”

“why have you never told me about this?” you asked, smiling up at him.

“i dont know. i just liked keeping the fantasy to myself, mostly because i didnt want to freak you out. its grown a lot more recently, though. sometimes we get married on the beach, sometimes we get married in a nice ballroom like this. sometimes we live in an apartment in the city, other times he live in a nice house in the suburbs.” he explained.

“kids or pets?” you asked, looking up at him.

“one or the other. sometimes both. id like kids, but ultimately thats up to you.”

“that sounds like a perfect fantasy, any and all of those options. as long as i have you by my side, id like to make any of those a reality.”

“yeah?” he asked, smiling down at you, and you nodded, resting your head back against his chest.

“i've never really had a dream wedding, or dream anything really, but i've got you now. you're my dream man and getting to spend my life with you sounds perfect.”

“i love you.” austin said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“i love you.” you said, hugging him tight. you continued dancing, holding each other close as the song came to an end.

#austin butler #austin butler imagine #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler fanfic #austin butler imagines #austin butler x reader

[yellowroseswrites]

yo. so i just saw that spencer x reader you wrote featuring an ED. i was wondering if maybe you could write it as an imagine/one shot/whatever but from a different perspective? im struggling with losing weight unintentionally due to drug use and its starting to scare me. last time i was this thin i did have an ED. so would you be able to do one where the reader is just as concerned as spencer about their weight loss? maybe he helps find foods that work for them, encourages them to eat, etc? id love it of spence were cheering me on to finish a bowl of cereal (⋟﹏⋞)

"One more bite?"

Spencer Reid x Reader

Author's notes - {I have quite literally no clue if this is good or accurate, but I did my very best. I did a little research but I still wrote it very vague to avoid as much invalidating as possible. I hope this brings at least a little comfort, and my apologies for any and all inaccuracies}

TW- {Plenty of eating talk, reader eats, Spencer eats, they eat cereal, milk is mentioned, past eating issues are mentioned but barely, Pulp Fiction is mentioned, probably inaccuracies about movies, Dead Poets Society mention, there's a 420 joke but it's from Spencer so it's not really said as a joke, Autistic Spencer Reid, but that's just how I write him,not proofread, if there's any more lmk! love you all please eat some food and drink some water lovelies <3}

“I’m not hungry.”

God, it sounded so sad on your tongue. You wished you could just eat, you really did. You weren’t like you used to be, you didn’t want to be like this. You just wanted to eat.

Spencer’s face fell, but only a bit. He was used to this by now to, your body working against you. Your body craved things that would destroy it, but it refused to accept the things it needed, like food. It was scary for you, and it was positively horrifying for Spencer. He was watching you fight back, but wither away anyway, and he hated it.

"I know you aren't, but it's important that you eat it."

You groaned in annoyance. You knew Spencer was helping, but it was the same thing you've heard over and over again.

Reid seemed to think a bit before moving again, this time pouring milk into his own bowl before putting away the milk and the cereals, (fruit loops for you and raisin bran for him, which he insists helps him remember things during cases).

He came back to his bowl and started eating in front of you, "You like Tarantino movies right?"

"Uh, some of them, why?"

While you spoke he took a bite of his food, signaling with his spoon for you to do the same. Once you grabbed your spoon, he spoke again.

"Did you know that almost every clock in Pulp fiction is set to 4:20? Some people have said that they only have 2 scenes where they are set differently, but to be honest I've never seen it so I wouldn't know."

"Wait a minute," You said, "You have never seen Pulp Fiction?"

"That's what you got from that?"

"Who hasn't seen Pulp Fiction? It's a classic!" You took another bite of the cereal.

"That's what you said about Dead Poets Society." Spencer replied.

To be fair, he had read the book. He knew everything that would happen, it was definitely not your fault he spent the whole time pointing out things they got wrong. You simply nodded your head at his reply, messing with the fruit loops left spinning in your bowl.

"Wanna take one more bite for me?" 

There was barely any left in the bowl, half of you wanted to fight back, and half knew it was stupid and that Reid wanted the same thing you did. You took the bite and slid the bowl over to him, which he quickly took with his to the sink. 

"Ok," You stood up from your seat at the table, "We are totally going to watch it now."

Spencer giggled at your excitement, walking over to you and kissing your forehead. "Uh-hu. Go turn it on, I'll be in in a second."

 

You turned to walk over to the couch when Reid stopped you again, 

"And hey, I'm proud of you."

He gave you a quick smile before you walked off again, and his smile only grew as he washed your empty bowl.

#yellowroseswrites #comfort fics #x reader #x reader fic #comfort blurb #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid comfort #spencer reid x reider #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #eating comfort

[beansmack2021]

Cullen Family w/ Prompt 2

Summary: Reader is the youngest adopted daughter of Carlisle and Esme Cullen, but she's human. The Cullens have done their best to protect her, so when they receive a phone call from her on Carlisle's day off, they react... intensely.

"I'm at the hospital"

Edward Cullen couldn't remember the last time he'd seen his surrogate father take a day to himself that didn't revolve around going for a hunt. There he was, though, on the couch with the remote in his hand, turning on a movie as if he hasn't seen it a million times. He was probably there for the premiere. Still, he rests his ankle on the opposite knee and seems to sink into the cushion behind him.

"Y/N has cheerleading practice today, right?" Esne asks Edward, relaxing into Carlisle's side. Edward nods. "She's there until 4:30. Do you want me to pick her up after?"

"If you don't mind, just make sure you're not reckless with her in the car please." The Cullen clan had always been cautious with their favorite fragile human, but none more than Esme. She'd finally gotten a child that she could raise at least a little, to take care of when she got sick, and to coddle and love the way she'd always wanted. She would remind each of her other adopted children to be careful with her youngest, even after years of Y/N living with them.

"Of course, and thanks Alice, no I wasn't expecting a call." The phone was in Edward's hand before it rang, thanks to his sister's clairvoyance and his own telepathic abilities. He smiled softly as he read the caller ID and answered after the first buzz.

"Hey Y/N/N? What's up, is practice done early?" Edward heard a muffled sob on the other end of the phone and immediately he stood up. "Y/N?"

"Eddie, I'm at the hospital." He bristled and turned to Carlisle and Esme, who, thanks to their enhanced hearing, were already ready and heading out the door. "Alright honey, we're on the way, okay?"

Edward didn't have time to think about which of his siblings just flew past him and out to the car. He was right behind them, still on the phone with his baby sister. "Y/N, can you tell me what happened?"

He hears another soft sob across the line and his unbeating heart shatters. "It's my arm, my season is over." He has an idea of what's happened now.

"Of course, the one time I'm not at the hospital... she's alone right now". Edward can tell Carlisle is frustrated with himself, but even Alice didn't seem to know what had happened until Edward had gotten Y/N's call. Esme rests her hand on her husband's knee. He only picks up speed until they're right outside the hospital.

"Where's my daughter?" Carlisle storms into the lobby and to the counter, where the receptionist seems a bit shocked to see him. "Dr. Cullen, I thought it was your day off." Carlisle, usually cool and collected, couldn't be patient with the woman. "Where is my daughter?"

"Dr. Cullen, right this way." A tall brunette waved the family over. "I see the whole gang is here. Y/N fell on her arm while a stunt went wrong and her bases couldn't catch her. She'll be out for several weeks, possibly months, unfortunately. She doesn't seem to mind the broken bone, just that she won't be able to finish out the season with her team."

He stopped them outside of a room and pushed open the door for them, allowing Carlisle to enter first. He immediately dropped to his knees beside his girl. "Hey sweetheart, I heard you took a fall at practice. Are you okay? Do you need any more pain medicine? Did you hit your head?"

The girl looked at her father, tears pooled in her eyes, then glanced at Edward. He moved closer, grabbing the hand that wasn't casted. "I know it sucks, not being able to finish this season, but you need to heal and you won't be able to if you go right back to tumbling."

"I know, but it just... I'm the flyer. How are we supposed to do any stunts now? Nobody knows any of the flyer's routine but me. I feel like I'm letting everyone down."

"You're not letting anyone down" Esme interjected immediately. "Nobody can blame you for your injury, no one can hold you accountable."

"If they do, just tell them your brothers wouldn't mind having a chat."

"Emmett, no need to make threats. Y/N/N, would you feel better if we got some ice cream?" Carlisle always seemed to know what to say to cheer her up. She nodded and Carlisle stood, ready to go back to the receptionist desk, apologize for how he'd spoken to her in his panic, and fill out Y/N's discharge papers. Nobody could really blame him for how he'd acted, though. She was his little girl, after all.

#carlisle cullen #edward cullen #esme cullen #emmett cullen #sister reader #x yn

[harlowcomehome]

First date:

A/N: You might find it helpful to read this first. ☺️

Series link.

For the next day and a half you thought about texting Jack, it was honestly all you thought about. You didn’t want to seem too eager, so instead you just stared at Jacks contact ID in your phone overthinking it all.

You were sitting on the couch in your living room, Layla was sitting beside you and the two of you were hardly paying attention to what was on the TV.

Layla, however knew you all too well, and knew just how much you were overthinking the situation with Jack. She didn’t even have to ask you, she just knew you hadn’t text him yet.

“Text him already” Layla laughed as she saw you starting at a blank message screen for what seemed like the hundredth time now.

“It’s Saturday!” Layla exclaimed, the both of you knowing all too well that, that’s when dates usually happened.

“I don’t want to seem too eager” you sighed.

“But you also don’t want to seem uninterested” she reminded you.

You only let out another sigh in response, you knew that she was right, but it didn’t make you any less anxious about it.

“It’s been a whole day, and then some! He probably thinks you’re not going to say anything to him. Just text him” She smiled as she stood up to leave the room, she had to start getting ready for another gig. You nodded at her, knowing she was right.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to text him, you just didn’t know what to say.

You took a moment to practice your breathing before deciding to just go for it. You knew you’d regret it if you didn’t.

Y/N: So about this date…? 💋

You were usually a little more reserved, but you didn’t want to come off as too boring. You were surprised when he text back almost immediately.

Jack: Y/N! I thought I was never going to hear from you. 😨

You giggled at his use of emoji, and the fact that he was so quick to reply caught your attention. He also remembered your name which was a good sign, meaning he hadn’t met anybody else he wanted to go on a date with in the meantime.

Before you could reply he sent another text.

Jack: and thanks for not opening with ‘What’s poppin.”

You threw your head back and laughed out loud. You laughed so hard that you were embarrassed as if someone saw you.

Y/N: I debated it, I won’t lie. 😂 Also, not afraid to double text? ✔️

The two of you spent the next hour or so going back and forth, only stopping because he had something work related to take care of. You were just impressed that he communicated his absence with you, which seems like the bare minimum but you never got that from anyone else in the past.

When he was able to come back to the phone, he called you. It surprised you to see your phone ringing, most people only liked to text. You were nervous for him to hear your voice, but you were excited to hear his.

“Hello?” You put on your best voice and he sounded excited to hear from you.

“Well hello” he responded with a laugh, “ I’m really glad that you answered, I’m actually really surprised to hear from you.”

“Oh yeah? Why surprised?” You bit your lip, you were nervous, but excited to talk to him.

“You left me hanging for a little while, it made me nervous.” You admired that he was man enough to admit that.

He wasted no time, and immediately brought up a date.

“So on Monday I have to go back home, to Kentucky for a while. I know it’s super sudden but do you want to go on our date tomorrow?” His tone seemed surprisingly nervous, he spoke fast, almost rushing to get the words out. He was afraid you’d say no, but he wasn’t going to admit that out loud anytime soon.

“I’d actually love that” you hummed in response, trying your best to play it cool when you were really anything but.

“Cool, I’ll text you details as soon as I know them” he replied and it didn’t take him long at all to text you those details.

“11 am?” You thought to yourself as you replied to his message. You did think it was cute to have a date so early in the day, so you didn’t question it.

To say that you went to bed with a smile on your face would be a gross understatement.

When you were getting ready for your date with Jack, Layla sat in your room with you.

“Real morning guy, that Jack Harlow?” She teased and you couldn’t help but laugh in response.

“I didn’t even question it, maybe he has a late flight tonight or something” you shrugged as you looked through your closet.

“He told me to dress casual” you laughed as you sorted through your clothes.

“Do you know his favorite color yet?” Layla asked as she laid down on your bed, watching as you’re sorted through things.

“No, I didn’t even think to ask that. We talked about a bunch of deeper things yesterday actually, it was nice” you smiled as you picked out a form fitting dark purple sweater, pairing it with a black pants and booties.

You barely got a chance to look at yourself in the mirror when you heard a knock on your front door, your heart dropped immediately. All of the nerves you had been suppressing, were seemingly coming to the forefront.

“Such a gentlemen” Layla teased as she saw the shock on your face. You took a deep breath before opening the door.

Jack was leaning against the doorframe, as you answered he flashed a smile at you immediately. He was wearing an open baby blue silk shirt with a white T-shirt underneath, jeans, light blue 550s and his KY chain. He looked comfortable but still incredibly handsome.

“Y/N” he exclaimed and took you in his arms, the warmth of his body was pressed against yours and it was calming.

“You look beautiful” he smiled as he pulled away, “you’re also wearing my favorite color.”

“Am I?” You giggled, looking over at Layla for reaction.

“You smell nice” you complimented him and Layla flashed you a smile as the two of you left, your place.

You were nervous and shy, and it was obvious but Jack didn’t let that stop him from making conversation.

“So, I didn’t want to do anything typical with you, because I don’t feel like you’re a typical girl. So I thought we would do something fun” Jack smiled as the two of you started to drive to your destination. You tried to get him to tell you over text the night before, but he would not budge.

“So do you like skee-ball?” He smirked and you lit up immediately.

“I do, are we going to an arcade?” You giggled and Jack did too, pulling into an empty parking lot.

“They don’t officially open for another hour and a half but I-“

Before he could finish you were already out of the car, “what’re you waiting for Harlow?” You laughed and he was captivated by your enthusiasm.

“Harlow huh?” He teased as the two of you walked inside the building.

“Sorry” you giggled nervously, worried he was off put by the nickname.

“Don’t be, I like it” he smiled, paying for you both.

It was nice, just the two of you running around from game to game, it felt extremely natural with an undertone of sexual tension. You had never had a first date that made you feel so comfortable, but you had also never been on a date this fun.

Jack was competitive but so were you, so there had yet to be a dull moment.

“You cheated!” Jack exclaimed when you won your third game in a row.

“You’re just a sore loser” you giggled and he mirrored your laugh. The sound of his laugh was giving you continuous butterflies and you didn’t mind it.

When the arcade officially opened to the public, Jack looked over at you, taking your beauty in yet again.

“Hey, you hungry?” He asked.

“Yeah, are you?” You asked in response.

“Burgers or pizza?” He asked as the two of you walked to his car, bumping into each-other slightly as you walked close but didn’t hold hands just yet.

“Pizza! Duh” you shook your head jokingly.

“Wow, a woman who knows exactly what she wants. That’s a nice change” he replied and you smirked in response.

The two of you were silent for the first time all day, but it wasn’t awkward. It was actually calming, you felt at ease in his company and the drive to where you were getting lunch didn’t take long at all.

“I’m actually really surprised you didn’t question why I wanted to see you so early in the day” Jack mentioned as the two of you sat down in a booth across from one another.

“I thought maybe you had a flight to catch or something?” You took a sip of your drink, as you started to feel shy again looking into his intense blue eyes.

“Not exactly” he started to grow red in the face, and you noticed for the first time just how many freckles he had. It took everything within you not to audibly react.

“I wanted to spend all day with you, since I leave tomorrow” he said quietly before taking a sip of his own drink.

You immediately smiled, “oh, I’m sorry. I’m hard of hearing sometimes. Can you say that again?” You teased and he got even more red making you giggle.

“You blush easily, it’s really cute” you gushed as the two of you unintentionally played footsie under the table.

“I’ve always been told that” he laughed, you could tell your comment made him flustered which was nice to see after he had been playing it cool so far.

Your pizza was placed in front of the both of you, breaking the eye contact momentarily.

He talked to you about work, some things he was working on, and you explained to him how you ended up in Atlanta and before you knew it, you had been talking for two almost three hours in the middle of this local pizza shop.

“Do you have somewhere to be today? Am I keeping you from anything?” He asked as he paid the check.

“No, I’m all yours” you smiled and he did too. “But Jack, can I pay for something? Next thing we do? Can I please?” You gave him pleading eyes and he shook his head at that.

“I want a second date, so you’re not paying for a thing” he smiled, grabbing your hand subtly as you made a sixty second walk to the car.

When you got in the car you couldn’t help but stare at him, admiring his features like you had already been doing all day.

“You already want a second date when we aren’t even done with the first?”

“Is that too much?” He asked as the sun shined down perfectly on his face, you had a better look at the freckles you had seen earlier, noticing his arms were also covered in them. He couldn’t tell what you were looking at, he followed your eyes but he didn’t say a word.

“Your freckies are really cute” you blurted out without even thinking, and truthfully he had never been told that before.

“My what?” He smiled in response, he just wanted to heat you repeat it.

You reached out and lightly ran your nails over his arm, “your freckles, they are cute.”

“You’re cute” he mumbled before turning the car on. He liked compliments but always got shy and never knew how to take them.

“I have one other idea for us” he said as he continued to drive. This drive took some time and the two of you discussed music on the drive over. Jack was trying to figure out if you knew any of his music but you would dodge the questions fairly easily.

When you got to the botanical gardens, Jack had to use the restroom and you took that as opportunity to buy both of your tickets. You shook both of them at him as he walked toward you, “you didn’t!”

“I could’ve got them, it’s not a problem” he reminded but thanked you anyway.

“You’ve been buying things all day” you reminded.

“I don’t mind it” he shrugged.

“You deserve to be treated too” you looked around before quickly giving him a peck on the cheek.

“Thank you” he repeated himself and smiled before he grabbed your hand and you continued to walk that way throughout the garden.

By the time you had went through the entire garden you were both exhausted.

“Thanks for today” you turned to Jack as the two of you were getting into his car after the botanical garden.

“I hope you had fun, I know that I did” he reassured you and you returned the favor.

When Jack pulled into your apartment complex’s parking lot neither one of you wanted to leave each others company. Jack started rambling on and on about the stars and you didn’t hear a word he was saying because you were focused on how absolutely breathtakingly beautiful he was.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” He smiled, his dimple was prominent, blue eyes sparkling in the dark and his curls were loose and messy from the day.

“I just really want to kiss you” you confessed, releasing a deep sigh.

Before you could say anything else, Jacks lips were crashing into yours.

You’d like to pretend that your first kiss was soft and tender but it was messy and sultry.

“I’ve been waiting to hear that all day” he confessed before continuing.

You couldn’t explain why or how but in that moment you just knew Jack Harlow was going to be very special to you.

#Jack Harlow #Jack Harlow x reader #Jack Harlow fluff #Jack Harlow concepts #Jack Hadlow imagines

[pinkpicket]

What's beautiful about you?

Okay uglies i hope u like this reading 🥰🥰🥰

And i know my aesthetic is ugly 💀💀💀 but I can't worry about aesthetic when i dont even know how to use this goddamn app 😩 like why is it so fuvking complicated😭😔

Also why tf is everyone in my readings so hot??? Im actually kinda offended rn 😩

1. I see you as someone very open, like you know how there’s people that are open about their opinions and thoughts without being afraid of being judged? Yes that’s what’s so beautiful about you. Like the type to not be silent about the mistreatment of someone only bc everyone else is or bc it’s not in ur advantage, almost like a truth speaker. The defender of the truth. Veryyy fair, i genuinly love this so much bc it reminds me of the type of people that stand up for the underdogs( id like to mention not just underdogs but anyone that’s the victim in the said situation even if the person in general is not a good person). And you absolutely have very good judgement, u dont get fooled easily u can see through liars and deceivers which explains why u stand up for the innocent bc u can detect honesty just as easily as u can detect deceive.

2. Your duality. Someone that can fall to the lowest of lows just to stand up again and try all over till u reach the highest of highs. But the saddest thing about this is other people cannot see this, they dont see the hardships u go through just to get to that (king) position. After all u r the “hot stuff” the successful almost too careless person to them, but baby they never see what u go through deep down, and all of this makes a very big portion of ur beauty. The beauty of a person standing so tall and proud only on inside to find a very vulnerable hardworking person.

3. A person with sooo many good qualities. Honestly idk if u know jungkook from bts, but that’s how u r. Like u have so many good qualities that i dont even what to mention, almost like someone that is just good with whatever they set their mind on ( personally to me this is the hottest thing in the whole world im not even kidding 😫🥵) u know how some just pick up something one day and boom they’re good at it? Lmao that’s u ( tbh very virgo energy). altho lmaoooo u can be just a bit insensitive but tbh that also makes u so hot, like damn mf can anything truly effect u negatively??? Or do u just keep winning no matter what? Lol biggg winner vibes. *** now whoever u r, hit me up bc 😈😈😈😈😫 damn baby***

4. Pfffff we got a playboy\girl 😂😂 ok u mf u kinda manipulative, ok maybe a lot. Like u can woo anyone if u really want to ( tbh u not the most dependable person if we being honest 😶 like u just wanna play after all ). This careless act( yes it’s an act i knowww🫢) of urs really makes u attractive to others. U really are one hot toxic mf? Aren’t u?

5. Ooofff. Strength that’s ur beauty. Have u ever met people that are just so strong but low-key? Yup yup that’s u. Like u know u strong and u dont need to prove it to no one. ur so gentle and patient but so strong, im actually amazed by how someone can maintain such balance 🥰 but im not surprised considering u have reasons to be like this. U went through a lot and people were not the nicest to you about it, there was no one u could’ve relied on so now u have become that person others can rely on. And not only they can be dependent on u when they’re not strong enough but u also do it so selflessly and lovingly. Im actually in love with u 🥹

6. Damn this is the big group huh? Okay probably some from group 5 will read this too bc i exactly got group 5 cards plus two extra( so remember how i group 5 are lowkey? This group is anything but lowkey 😂😂) cards. The only difference between the two groups is this group is not as gentle as the other one. This one is rougher, almost sharper ( i get snake vibes, you know like someone that was forced into so many bad situations that they finally were like fuvk it imma do something about this myself this time, and ever since they haven’t stopped. So snake vibes like a transformation that roughened your edges).

Ohhhh also I'll do a Whats ugly about u later on, so check that too soooo u know follow me so u find it later on 😈

Ok bye that's it yall hot but not as hot as me tho 🥰🥰🥰

#free tarot readings #free tarot #pac reading #pick a pile #pick a card reading #free card reading #pick a picture #tarot reading #tarot #tarot of the day

[omegalomania]

OMGGG I'm such an urban fantasy fan pls pls continue like I'm loving it

WHY I AM SO GLAD YOU ASKED. also i learned recently that my inbox is uhhhhh broken in the sense that its Just Not There on my dashboard so if you sent me asks in the past couple months i literally did not see them because the last tumblr dashboard update like, removed the little letter icon. from my dash. and idk how to bring it back lol

ANYWAY this whole au was born from me thinking a very lot about the whole aspect of so much (for) stardust and tourdust's staging where it relied on a) tangibility and b) magic imagery. like the album cover and the staging are all focused on real, actual things that one could conceivably touch (the album cover is an oil painting with glittery clay letters, the stage's props are all actual, interactable props, etc). and whats more, there's the additional "magical" element at work here: the magic 8 ball, pete's magic trick midway thru the show, the whole love from the other side mv, and so on. and because my brain is Like This, pretty soon id spun up a whole storyline out of wholecloth and now im going to make it everyone's problem i guess

ive elected to call it the magic stardust au for perhaps obvious reasons.

the magic stardust au takes place in a world that's a little bit like our own in some ways, and drastically different in others. its our world but shuffled a few degrees to the left, so to speak. for example, the state of iowa still exists - but there's a literal city in it called heaven. there's an alligator prince in this world, and he happens to be literal, as in literally an alligator who also happens to be a prince. magic is a thing here, and its so thoroughly common that no one bats an eye. it's all deeply ingrained into the fabric of reality. magic is twined through each and every soul. it's in the air, in the molecules, in the architecture, in the landscape. ancient, enchanted forests stand shoulder to shoulder with floating cities and underwater palaces and dense metropolises. magic is really just stardust in a sense, and that's just what everything else is too, so is it any wonder that stardust can act upon itself in strange and unique ways? that's all that magic is: stardust.

it always comes back to stardust.

so what happens when magic starts disappearing?

well, people don't notice at first. people don't notice because this thing, this force that's seeping in through little fissures in reality and leaching away all the strangeness in the world - it's clever about its work. it's cunning. it gets people alone and then it drowns them in itself, mercury-slick and flowing, and when it recedes...that's the scary part. not only are people losing their magic, they're also losing the memory of ever having magic in the first place. it's siphoning away the collective memory of magic. it's draining the world of all its charm and vigor and since no one can remember what it's taken once it's gone, it seems like no one can possibly stop it. no one even realizes that it's happening.

i've opted to call this force the annihilation.

(as you can probably tell, i like grabbing onto things from the #lore of the band's mythos rather than the personal stories of any of the members when it comes to devising aus. i love adapting lyrics, concepts, music video elements, and so on into stories, and grounding things into the concept surrounding the particular album or era i'm focusing on on as much as possible.)

anyhow, that's where our guys come in. or rather, that's where their stories all intersect. at the start, none of them have a whole lot of reason to interact with each other a bunch. all four of them live in the city of heaven, iowa, which as mentioned, happens to be ruled by our friend the alligator prince. stardust as an album is very preoccupied with the state of the world, voices a lot of general uncertainty and discomfort with the way things are run, and me being the way i am and having a baseline distrust of monarchy, i think the alligator prince is perhaps pretty honestly not the best at his job. his enforcers - well i'm not sure they'd strictly count as cops in this universe. but for simplicity's sake lets just call them cops and be content that they're probably not the best. corrupt, prone to favoritism, bad at their jobs. etc. this is important because it plays into how all of our guys end up getting to know one another.

hence, i introduce our four main players (featuring concept sketches i started throwing down once i realized this storytelling worm had burrowed into my head):

andy, as i've gotten into a little bit, is a rogue vigilante. he doesn't like the alligator prince. he's not keen on authority in general. he does what he does precisely because he's intent on giving people an alternative to the princes people. he's highly principled and completely unafraid to intervene with the prince's business if it means he's helping the people out. he lives alone on the outskirts of heaven, operates independently, and keeps his identity completely secret. he has a fearsome reputation in heaven but he's very well known. he's a little bit batman in that way - like, the guy's intimidating by default, but if you're in a pinch and you see him, you know he's going to help you out. and he's a hell of a lot better than a cop.

andy's magic, like everyone's in this universe, comes in two flavors: active and passive. his active magic takes the form of white lightning bolts, crackling bright energy that can shock, stun, and incapacitate in all sorts of ways. his passive magic comes from shadow, which is where his trademark hammer and massive, owl-like wings come from; they're actually solidifed shadow, and he can summon and dispel them at a thought.

(i can get into the specifics of how magic types differ if anyone wants to know details, but all you really need to know here is that everyone's got passive magic, which is their baseline, almost unconscious kind of magic, and active magic, which is the kind of magic that you have to work at. the annihilation steals both.)

joe is a freelancer. what this means is that he kind of ends up doing a lot of odd jobs based on whats being asked of him. this comes from a similar place from andy's motives - joe wants to give people an alternative to working with the prince's people. it's a job that requires wearing a lot of different hats, so to speak, so joe is a bit of a jack of all trades in that sense. joe of all trades? he's most frequently hired as a private investigator (again, an alternative to this universe's law enforcement), but he's also been called in as a bodyguard, a, uh "diplomat," and so on. he has a baseline familiarity with andy by virtue of having grown up in heaven and everyone knows about heaven's scary urban legend superhero.

joe's active magic takes the form of glowing blue knives, which he can use for aaaaall sorts of things. you can bet he uses them for every possible mundane use imaginable most of all though lmao. his passive magic is a procynoid form which, in plain language, means he can turn into a raccoon whenever he wants. because that idea from the love from the other side mv is too good to not use. said raccoon form can vary between a very ordinary-sized raccoon fella and a hulking, human-sized one. all comes down to how he feels.

pete is the sole proprietor and operator of pink seashell press, an independent news outlet. once again, this is in the interests of allowing people access to news that doesn't get filtered through the prince's people. it's a lot of hard and thankless work - pete is the only guy working this thing, so he's basically the whole staff. he's doing all the investigative reporting, writing, publishing, and distributing - but he believes in getting news out to people because it's important to get news from someone who isn't in the prince's pocket. he and joe are probably most familiar with each other since their work has a fair degree of overlap and comes from a very similar place. he's probably a big fan of andy lmao

pete's active magic takes the form of glowing green roses, which twine in thorny barbs and soft blooms alike. he can utilize them as both defensive/offensive and aesthetic/mundane purposes, which is nice! his passive magic isn't pictured in the below sketch because i hadn't yet nailed that down as an aspect of his character at the time of drawing, but it entails some partial skeletal physiology. he's got a skeletal arm and mostly skeletal abdomen. doesn't affect how he uses magic, but it grants him some invulnerability to stuff that might target internal organs that he, in part, doesn't strictly speaking have.

patrick is the odd one out here because unlike the others, he didn't grow up in or around heaven. he tends to be a bit of a wanderer, and heaven is just the place he happens to be passing through at the time. he keeps himself going with busking and gigs in small venues like cafés and bookshops as a local musician, and is incredibly cagey about his past. he's also very keen to avoid being noticed by the prince's people or authority in general. he's got the least familiarity with andy, joe, or pete, and is mostly interested in keeping his head down and making a self-sustaining little existence for himself.

this in huge part because of patrick's passive magic, which is a compelling voice. (inspired in part by the field of dreams quote that pete used to tease the upcoming stardust era, not long after the initial chicago tribune fob8 ad dropped: "but until i heard the voice, i'd never done a crazy thing in my whole life.") patrick doesn't actually have to sing for this to take effect. it can come from speaking too forcefully, making an idle suggestion, and a lot of different things. hence why patrick tends to get on people's bad side - he tries incredibly hard to keep this aspect from affecting his life, but once people pick up on this aspect of his voice, things fall apart fast. patrick's spent most of his life moving from place to place because of this. and yeah, he has no idea how much or how little he's influencing anyone at any given time. it's a complete nightmare.

his active magic is a tad more benign. it takes the shape of orange flames, which are fairly malleable and that patrick can reshape into instruments and such with a little effort.

eventually, of course, patrick does indeed get on the wrong side of heaven's authorities because of the same thing that always gets him in his trouble: that darn voice of his. this happens the same time that one of andy's jobs goes horribly wrong and he gets injured and caught. pete crosses the line one too many times, and joe just happens to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. the bottom line is that at this point, all four of the guys end up in heaven's jail at the same time, and that's where their stories all properly intersect.

that's when the annihilation comes for them.

it leaks in through the cracks in the walls and around the grout in the windows and it starts gathering itself up - this horrible, awful force that they can all feel and just looking at it feels wrong. it's an inky swell of star-freckled black void, like a slice of the cosmos staring at them through the bars of their shared cell. it seethes hungrily for them.

the cops run, of course. they leave their charges stuck behind bars, at the mercy of this terrifying thing that - though they don't know it - wants nothing more than to sap their magic away.

the annihilation manages to get its claws into each of them, but only briefly because fortunately, the four of them work together to take matters into their own hands. they manage to bust themselves out of the cell and get the hell out of dodge, but not before the annihilation stains each one of them with its grasping, hungry force, forever altering their appearance. the annihilation leaves a silvery, ashy blotch where it bled onto each of them:

andy gets a massive splash of it on his chest that leaks up onto his throat. joe got splashed on the right side of his body, mostly on his right ear, neck, and adjacent shoulder. pete also got hit on the left, but it mostly consumed his left eye and left leg. patrick got stained on his left hand from the wrist down.

here's a quick and dirty doodle i did to kind of depict this. it didn't come out the way i wanted to and it's not set in stone yet, but it's the general notion.

the fact that these four guys got attacked by the annihilation but crucially managed to escape it before it completely consumed them has permitted each of them an incredibly unique trait: they can understand what it wants. it didn't succeed in draining their magic, so it didn't take their memories of magic either. the annihilation made a tremendous misstep in not isolating these guys when it targeted them, because in working together, they were able to escape it.

so they are in the unique position to realize what's happening, where no one else can.

whatever this thing is, it's old. and it's powerful.

and it's very, very hungry.

and that's the cliffnotes of how these four guys have to band together to save the world before all the magic is drained away for good.

#askin hours #anon #magic stardust #ONCE AGAIN IM VERY SORRY ABT THE BROKEN ASK BOX #if u sent me an ask in the past few months i only recently saw it and im not ignoring you i prommy #youre probably better off dming me for quick contact or if you hmu i can give u my discord

[aita-blorbos]

(tma oc ask content warning for canon typical levels of buried fuckery)

am i the asshole for driving away my friend?

hey reddit . im posting from a throwaway bc i dont want people connecting this to my work (though i doubt youve heard of me anyways) but i think i messed up terribly and i want to know if this is something i can still fix

also sidenote sorry if my grammar or punctuation or word choice or anything of that sort are poor. i have not been sleeping well for some time

i (19m) am a video game developer. its been my passion for years now and i am currently in uni studying computer games development and programming and level design . although i have considered dropping out but thats a point for later . i post on itch io and such and sometimes i make flash games but idk if anyone reading this has played a single one

its been a bit of a hard time for me, if im being honest. i really like games and i really liked making them but i dont think im very good at programming or art or level design or any of the other things that go into the process of making a game . at least a profitable and fun one .

so i ended up coming to this computer science study group in the hopes maybe someone could teach me to be better at programming. and i met this girl. i dont know exactly how old she is, but i want to say she was maybe two or three years ahead of me in her schooling, so probably about 22. anyways lets call her E

E was studying pure computer science and wanted to do it at a high level . so of course she was pretty good at helping me with my really rudimentary programming stuff . and she was friendly and funny and we liked hanging out so we ended up being good friends . she actually complimented my games, once i got them to function, and said my pixel art was cute . my point is we were close . maybe we wouldn’t have been so close if we had anyone else, but i was still new and she was pretty lonely .

really shortly after i met her though i started having fucked up dreams. ok that’s not entirely accurate because i had been having fucked up dreams on occasion for a while . but they got worse and she showed up in them. it was all me locking her in stairwells hitting her over the head and piling earth over her body filling her mouth with mud and cement. terrible things

so i stopped sleeping. i tried not to at least. im pretty sure most uni kids pull all nighters. i know i did even when i was younger. but i wasnt studying for exams or whatever. i was just trying and trying to force myself awake and i started to lose it a bit. my grip on things. it felt like i was sleepwalking through classes and even like i was dreaming when i was awake. id nod off for a moment in a lecture and id feel dirt caked on my hands under my fingernails. and no matter how much i scrubbed and how much i knew with my eyes it wasnt there it just. refused to come off . and it felt like her blood

i don’t remember how we got on the topic but i remember she told me how she always worried a little bit about being trapped . like claustrophobia of a flavor that shows itself in locked doors and thick walls and collapsing underground stations. that made me feel even more odd about the whole thing . of course i felt awful about hurting her but that part of it was like a joke i didn’t get

and then weirdly enough i got really into nineties 3D games. they have these skyboxes that make it really obvious they’re not actually infinite . and i thought that was kind of interesting in context. like the whole world is a box you’re in so why worry so much about if the stairwell door will lock behind you

i kind of started thinking that was something i would like to replicate with my art . like if i put all my issues into one game they would be out of my brain and gone . maybe it could even be pleasant without the whole preying on my friends terror thing

so now we get to the part of the story where i fear i really really messed up . i made this game . and honestly i dont remember the development very well . sleep deprivation is a dreadful thing . i remember again and again while i was making it kind of coming to my senses not knowing where i was and finding massive parts of the game that i didnt remember making at all.

it was set in a stairwell but i dont remember buying or making the models for the door . there was a really weird kind of way the game functioned with an infinite path going up but how that functioned i couldnt tell you . and i dont remember composing the audio or where i might have downloaded it from except that i never liked to listen to it for very long . i dont know why i kept it in the game

i always showed my games to E but i really wanted her to see this one in particular. so she came by my flat and played it and then i remember she just glared at me . there was something to the look she gave me . it was like she was completely horrified and was trying to pretend she was just angry instead

she hasnt spoken to me since . and i think i fucked up . i knew it was playing at her issues and i think maybe i even made it at least subconsciously to pry at them. like the same part of me with dirt under my fingernails was also sitting there typing away on that keyboard .

but at the same time its just a game . and im better at programming now too . like something just clicked there

honestly though development lately has been weird. its been hard trying to go back to the old sort of pixel art platformers and shoot em ups and that kind of thing i used to make. every time i open any program its like im just staring at it and imagining skyboxes. putting it all in a box imprisoning every world i make that kind of thing. like i said earlier ive been considering dropping out. but i dont know. i think id need to sleep on it

i still have weird fucked up dreams but E isnt in them anymore . i dont know where shes gone . i think maybe my idea worked somehow and i did transfer all that shit to my art . and then that just all went right to her . but i dont know if i like that idea or hate it

anyways reddit am i the asshole?

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality

[o-uncle-newt]

Cabin Pressure Advent Day 27: Zurich Part 2

Okay, now that my face has loosened up from the grin it's been in for the last twenty minutes...

I think that it is important for me to say here that this is my favorite finale of anything ever (obviously in combination with Part 1). In any medium.* It's just so so perfect, emotionally resonant (which I don't need to devote SO much time to because as I noted JF did it perfectly here) and one of the funniest episodes JF ever wrote of anything.

It's also got some absolutely GENIUS plotting and impeccable attention to detail, including such tiny things as having Theresa establish in Part 1 that Martin has told her time and time again about the St Petersburg saga, and therefore she remembers enough about it to contribute when they're planning in Part 2 by pointing out that in St Petersburg Gordon would have been able to take anything small out of the aircraft. It's unnecessary- JF could have given the line to someone else- but the fact that he not only gave it to her but gave us enough information for it to make sense that she said it works so well. And then when there's "stop quickly" "that I can do," and Arthur screeches them to a halt, it's a perfect reminder from last episode about the brake pads, which is such subtle set up for Martin to suggest that they be given in lieu of payment. (Sure, if I were Bruce Fraser I'd be a BIT more suspicious that the guy who offered 14k only showed up with 12, but he's also the kind of guy who likes Arthur's Goofy painting so maybe it's just better all around not to trust his discernment.)

When I first listened to this episode exactly nine years ago, I was a couple of minutes late, and so it wasn't until months later that I first heard the amazing cold open with Tiffy. Which, by the way, is so so funny... I love it so much, it's just perfect as a recap-without-being-too-info-dumpy and as just a peek into Arthur's world. Which is fitting, because I really see this as Arthur's episode. There are very few episodes that feel that way- St Petersburg was KIND OF one, but it ended up being more about how the rest of them jump into action to protect him than him being able to do anything. But here... this is Arthur's moment! He's INCREDIBLY active in this episode, whether solving the ID problem or realizing that Gordon is trying to trick them. He doesn't usually get to be so it's really great

If I had to rank the others in terms of their relevance to the plot after Arthur, it would probably be Douglas, Carolyn, Martin. Douglas is definitely the key one, and I'd argue that without his key role, Martin would be basically irrelevant to the plot here- the episode tries to convince us that Martin might not take the job, but even once he has a real practical way to stay with MJN we kind of know he won't, and have known since Yverdon. But Douglas, as JF noted in Farewell Bear Facts, has to prove he's worthy of being captain and put himself on the line- and he has to be able to serve in a mentorly capacity for Arthur (where it's a bit more paternal, even) and Martin.

On that last note, I used to be a bit annoyed by Douglas telling Martin to take on his shtick, because I was like "Martin is fine just the way he is, imagine if he turns into DOUGLAS"- I still kind of think this way (though of course I'm sure it's more metaphorical than him pretending to be Douglas exactly) but relistening to the whole show, including some of my least favorites, reminds me that Martin could kind of use being someone else... who he used to be was really fucking annoying lol.

As far as Carolyn, I WILL add something about her journey here because JF doesn't mention it in his post. He talks about how her journey is to be more vulnerable to Herc, but I think it goes farther, in a way I've talked about here. The question she finally asks Herc- why does him saying he loves her mean something different now than it did to his previous exes- is her being vulnerable to HIM, but also an expression of an inability to be vulnerable that she'd shown to everyone, not just him. The whole time- til at least late S3, at least- she couldn't trust people, she felt like she needed to rule by fear, and it takes vulnerability for her to accept that eventually she's not the one in total control and people are doing things for her because they care about her and the company as something bigger than her and that it's not totally in her control. Maybe this episode it manifests itself in the question to Herc and being vulnerable to him... but it also manifests itself in her changing the name of the airline. It's OUR Jet Still.

A few smaller notes:

Martin, Douglas and Arthur all saying Yellow Car is my favorite thing ever

I use the phrase "a thousand strawberry lollies and the Princess of Liechtenstein" all the time and it's one of my favorite lines ever

The scene with Douglas-as-Gordon and Martin-as-Douglas is possibly the funniest exchange JF ever wrote (I feel like I say that kind of thing a lot)

And... "I hate flying into the sunset" is such a fantastic line to very-nearly-end on. It's a tie back to Limerick, but it's also an expression of how they literally are ending with a fairy tale ending, flying off into the sunset... which they'd all said wasn't possible in Zurich Part 1! Though Arthur was still right- it wasn't a totally fairytale ending, it was more like The Jungle Book. Martin's not there, he goes off with the girl to the human village. And so it's not a fairytale ending, where everything freezes at an unlikely ending point- it's BETTER. They're all in the best possible places for them, as characters, to continue, even if it's bittersweet, and it's amazing.

I do have to say- doing this every day has been such a joy. I may come back tomorrow to do a final thing but I'm not sure, but in the meantime, thank you for being here and I hope you enjoyed as much as I have!

*It used to be tied with the finale of Detectorists, and I still love the S3 finale, but they then fucked it up by doing that Christmas special last year which was honestly horrendous.

#cabin pressure #cabin pressure advent 2023 #cabin pressure advent #john finnemore #zurich part 2 #also for all who celebrate #merry christmas #or should i say #GET DRESSED YOU MERRY GENTLEMEN

[caleblandrybones]

Something that has been bugging me. Yes, Manuel is an honest man, but that does not mean that he is a good one. He is also very naive if he thinks going to the police would do him or Nacho any good. And no, I don’t blame him for not preventing Nacho from getting in the game, but one could… 

He waited outside the house for a bit once the man to arrived and entered before he slid out of his car and walked towards the door. Opening it was childsplay and he found Varga Senior in the kitchen, sitting at the table with some pre-cooked meal, it was pitiful. The whole situation was just sad. But Salamancas did not do sad and he was here to set the record straight so he could move one. No, so they could move one.

As expected the old man started to protest and threaten with the police, and wasn’t that just a running theme? But showing off the gun tucked away in Lalo’s waistband sufficed to make him shut up, and sit down.

Lalo sat down and watched him for a moment, the stubborn expression that was so often mirrored on Nachitos face, then he took out the fake ID he took from his beloved safe and placed it on the table. The reaction was instant “I won’t run…” “Si, si, si I know,” Lalo interrupted him, “You are an honorable and stupid man.” Manuel huffed in indignation and Lalo leaned forwards on the table to look at the man's face “You don’t think you’re stupid? Hm?” The cold glare that earned him shot a spart of fondness through his chest, yeah that was where his cariño got that from, so cute. “See,” he sprawled back again, “I think you are either stupid, or very misinformed. And I want to know which it is. So you will have” he waved his hand at the cooling plate “whatever that is, and we will talk, and then I will leave. All very civilized, entendido?” not expecting an answer he went on “See your son loves you very much, but I’m not sure you love him, since all you ever tell him is to die. Ah ah ah, “ he stopped Manuel’s protest in its tracks “Civilized, remember? Don’t be rude, I am talking now, you’ll get your turn.”

He picked up the ID off the table and looked at it for a moment before leaning back in the chair “Now where was I? Ah yes, wondering why you want Ignatio to die, or maybe you don’t, maybe you think he is such a chingon? That all he needs is to go to la tira tell them all he knows and they can take down the entiiiiire” he spreads his arms to emphasize the word “cartel. You think that, hm? You think he knows so much that the DEA and the federales can just arrest and convict every single cartel member, eh? No? Hm?” he picked up the ID again turning it between his fingers.”No, I don’t think so. Which only leaves stupid you see. What do you think would happen if he followed your advice? He goes in, they arrest him. He can give them some of the ground operations, my cousin, yes but, hell, he can’t even give them all of Albuquerque! He can’t give them enough for witness protection,” he leans forward again lowering his voice “He can give them just enough to piss the cartel off. And what then?” Hm?.” He sits back and lets the silence that fills the room speak for itself for a while. The now cold food looked even worse than before. Slowly he took a knife from his pocket and slid it open. “I can tell you what, first they would someone here. Someone mean and creative, some who took their time and then some pictures.” he starts to clean his nails with the knife, “And then they would send those to poor Nachito, all locked up and alone. You think they could not get to him inside? You think those pigs would protect him?” his spits a bitter laugh “They couldn’t and they wouldn’t. Your son would sit there with pictures of his bloodied and broken Papa, and they would leave him alive for just long enough for the pain to really sink in. And then someone would shiv him, probably in a bathroom. Spill his blood before he can even appear in court to give his statement. That, “ he points the knife at the older man ”is what it means to be an honest man in this life.”

Manuel remains stoic, a copy of his son then finds his voice “That is the life he chose.”

“But you didn’t stop him, isn’t that what a good honest man would have done?”

“He is a man grow.” the old man insists “He was only sixteen when we got him.” Lalo slimes serenely as he drops that bomb, watching the fight drain out of Varga Senior and being replaced by shock. “Wasn’t he still your responsibility back then? Yours to make a good and honest man out of him? Hm?” There was no answer and he didn’t expect one, he plucked the ID from the table and leaned forward. “An honest man would go to the policia but a good man, a good man would see the pain and despair in his son's face and he would go with him. But you didn’t, so here is what will happen. I will make Ignatio a deal, you will be safe and he will be mine.” he smiled waiting if the old man would say something. Nothing came so he cut a strip off the ID “He will be mine to take care of and protect” another cut “and you will be a thing of the past “and another cut “left behind for your own safety” and yet another cut “and most importantly for mi cariños peace of mind. He does not need your petty judgment, the postering of a man who could not keep his own son save when it counted and would not sacrifice his precious pride when his son begged.” he finished cutting and put the knife away.

“Don’t look so gloom suegro!” he pushed himself off the chair and stepped behind Manuel, placing his hands on the man's shoulder and leaning down “I’ll take of our Nachito, he will want for nothing, I promise.” he moved to leave the house but stopped and turned around at the door “You had your chance, now I’ll have mine, don’t mess this up for me papa. It would break Ignacio’s heart if anything would happen to you but there are always accidents, eh?”

He left with a pep in his step, he’ll cook something special tomorrow, offer his father's safety to Nachito and enjoy his gratitude. Something to look forward to.

ANON IM SORRY. I'm sorry I've let this one sit for so long. oh my god. meeting the parents gone terribly wrong

#please i hope i havent discouraged you from coming back 🥺 #its so good #manuel varga #ignacio varga #lalo salamanca #lacho #asks

[xpoisoned-stardustx]

FT.Foxy’s Mind-scape (TSBS Theory)

So, mind-scapes in TSBS are represented as memories, safe places, and often reflects personality.

Take C.B and her personalities as an example;

Circus Baby in a worn-out castle with moss, vines and flowers in the walls. The interior decorated by party tables and balloons. Like a comfort place that she could relax in.

Scrappy in a retro apartment with anime posters, gaming consoles, LED lights and a city view with no other people. Scrappy enjoys retro things and hates people so this is also fitting.

Sugar in a daycare place, which is what you’d expect from a toddler/young kid.

There’s loads of other examples but I’ll leave it there, since I think I got my point across.

But Funtime Foxy? A waiting room. A dull, empty waiting room. The walls are brown, the lights are dim,there’s an office thing ,there’s one of those lines where there’s ribbon thingies (idk what to call it) and you have to take a tab and wait. ‘Wait to access his thoughts’ as FT.Foxy himself put it. Weird, huh? Now you might say “oh his thoughts were just loading they couldn’t get to them yet” and you’d be right, but why is it so bland?

(Edit: there’s also a clock with like ten hands pointing in different directions so you can’t tell the time. It pointing EVERYWHERE. Im gonna say that symbolises his thoughts being everywhere all the time. Not getting a break as his life goes on and all questions asked just get ignored, running out of time to figure out what’s going on. And I know the show doesn’t make the maps, but it’s weird that they chose something like.. that..)

The only thing not in the orange-yellowish colour pattern apart form the shades was a blue glowing cube, and when GR.Chica went close to it, Ft.Foxy started glitching out and telling her to stop, which she does. I had an idea that maybe the ‘waiting room’ was actually a memory, the one he remembers most clearly, and that blue cube activates the memory (it’s far fetched but, hey, it’s an idea).

Now, the real question, what does a waiting room symbolise? Maybe waiting for an answer? A solution? A way to stop thinking about everything? There’s lots of things it could symbolise, really. But I wanna go back on the memory thing.

This whole thing is really far fetched, and if it’s not canon(which is most likely won’t be), I’ll make an AU so just bear with me here.

You usually see waiting rooms in places like hospitals, and FT.Foxy has been in a lot of situations where hospitals are most definitely needed. The orange-yellow colour scale also makes me think of something he knows quite well. Fire. Yk, the whole thing where his brother tried to kill him in his sleep, they ran around the house, knocked over candles, the house caught on fire and FT.Foxy had to drag his brother out the house because his brother, aka Fexy, said that “if I can’t have it id rather die”, referring to the body they once shared.

If that doesn’t scream ‘trauma’ I don’t know what does. Not the type of thing you’d drop after it happened and stop thinking about it, right? No, it’s not. And obviously, if his parents had ANY common sense whatsoever (which I’m starting to doubt at this point) they’d take FT.Foxy and Fexy to a hospital. Fexy would probably be a bit more burnt than FT.Foxy because he probably stood next to the fire for a while until dragged to safety (once again, just an assumption) so he might’ve had to stay in hospital for a-bit longer.

Imagine waiting on that bench. Imagine sitting next to your parents on that bench. Imagine smelling that hospital like smell of sickness and old people. Imagine hearing children talking, people crying, feet tapping on the metallic floor, front desk bells ringing from impatient guests and the noise of that clock ticking over, and over, and over again.

Imagine being left alone with nothing but your thoughts. What would you think? Would you think of what happened? Would you think of what other people thought? Would you think about how close you were to dying? Would you think about your brother? The brother that would’ve died if you ran out and didn’t look back. He didn’t want to be saved. He wanted to stay there. He wanted to throw away everything. And he didn’t want you to look back. But you did, and now you’re waiting for him on a bench next to your parents, smelling sickness and old people, hearing children talking, people crying, feet tapping, bells ringing and the clock. Ticking over, and over, and over again.

Kinda sad, right? Kinda scary? The suspense? Thanks, I worked hard on it. Anyway, my theory is that his mind scape is more of a memory type place than personality inspired. But take this whole thing with a grain of salt and a drop of seawater because, after all, it’s just a theory…

A FLIM THEORY

also probably not canon

#fnaf shows #tsbs #the security breach shows #the security breach show #ffagcs #TFFAGCS #The funtime foxy and Glamrock Chica show #funtime foxy and glamrock chica show #theory #TSBs theory #Theory tsbs #The security breach shows theory

[definitelynotafurinasimp]

Guten Tag, id love some more of the simp reader stuff. With Shenhe, Ganyu, Ningguang and Raiden shogun.

I’m a guy but I don’t mind if it’s gender neutral.

Have a great day!

Them with a reader that's a simp [part 2]

characters: Ganyu/Ei/Shenhe x gn!reader

warnings: none

a/n: Servus, I write for 3 characters max (the only exception being when I absolutely feel like including a 4th character), so I decided to not write about Ningguang, since she's the one of the 4 requested characters, that I know the least of.

Anyway, hope you enjoy and have a nice day/night!

Ganyu

Ganyu, being the unnecessarily self-conscious person that she was, always had a hard time dealing with compliments, never really being convinced that she deserved them, they made her blush no matter who they came from, but the closer she was to the person, the more of a flustered mess she would become.

So, when she met you, someone that didn’t even think twice about complimenting her when she did something you thought was cute, she realized that she would probably blush a lot for a long time. And even though the two of you met more and more frequently, and she became accustomed to your constant, genuine compliments, by the time the two of you decided to go out, she still found herself blushing every time.

When Ganyu had asked you, if you were willing to accompany her to take one of the naps she always had at lunchtime, you didn’t even hesitate for a second before agreeing. But when you were finally there and the half adepti fell asleep with her head on your shoulder, you found it very difficult to follow suite, instead looking at her sleeping face while trying your best to keep the sounds, you felt the urge to make every time you found something to be cute, from leaving your mouth, fearing that it might wake her up. And so you sat there, for the whole duration of Ganyu’s nap, it wasn’t that long, since she knew that there was still work for her to do, but still long enough to bore someone that was forced to sit still and had no distractions. And if it weren’t for you admiring her sleeping face the whole time, you might have also found yourself be bored.

“Thanks for agreeing to come with me, I know that there probably were other things you wanted to do during your lunchbreak, so I’m sorry if I-”, she started to nervously apologise, only to be cut off by you.

“You’re sorry? Ganyu, there’s nothing I’d rather do than spend time with you”, your assurance managed to calm her down, making a small smile appear on your face, only for it to be replaced by nothing but shy embarrassment the moment you continued speaking. “And your face was so cute while you slept. It was- I can’t put in into words. Take a puppy and multiply its cuteness by a thousand.”

“W-We should go back to work, there’s still a bit waiting to be done, so how about we continue talking afterwards?”, she suggested, followed by her quickly standing up and once again say goodbye before hurrying of with her red face in her hands.

Ei

Ei wasn’t a stranger to people worshipping her in one way or another. She was, after all, a literal goddess ruling over Inazuma, so she wasn’t really phased by it anymore. But you were different. Instead of showing your love for your archon through absolute loyalty, like a certain general seemed to do, or literally praying to her before going to sleep, you instead brought her delicious sweets every once in a while, recommended her all kinds of books and spent most of your leisure time with her. Ei didn’t even remember how you two got to a point where it became acceptable for you to simply march into the tenshukaku with no other reason other than that you want to see her, or when she became so accustomed to seeing you each day, that her day felt somewhat incomplete without seeing you for at least a split second.

Like on most days, you walked past the guards in front of the tenshukaku, slightly raising your basket to them before seeing one of them nod. Once you were in there, you instantly beelined towards her room, only stopping once you were in front of the door. After giving it a few knocks in the same pattern you always did, you heard her voice, telling you to come inside.

“Good morning, Ei! How was your day so far?”, you greeted before sitting down at the small table in the middle of the room, giving her a grin while waiting for her answer.

“Good morning to you too. My day was fine so far, nothing noteworthy happened so far”, she answered while returning you a small smile and sitting down opposite to you.

“Well, that’s great to hear, but your day will become much better now”, you announced before putting the basket on the table and revealing the delicious looking sweets in it. Not a second afterwards, Ei’s eyes widened. The archon quickly thanked you before taking a bite out of the first one, all the while visibly enjoying every second of it.

Ei always wondered why you would spent your time and money to please her, there certainly were a lot cheaper and easier ways to show your gratitude towards your godhood, but when she opened her eyes for just a fraction of a second, and saw the look on your face, which almost looked the same way she imagined her own to look whenever she adored whatever she tasted something she absolutely loved, it seemed to her, as if she finally found the answer.

Shenhe

Since she was a child and left to die in a cave by her own father, Shenhe was used to being distant to other humans. Most were either intimidated by her Adeptus-like appearance, others feared her because of her-… odd approach to problem solving. So, when she rescued you from a large group of Hilichurls, she didn’t expect you to do anything more than give her a rushed thank you before running off. But instead of doing that, you thanked her more often, than she herself had spoken that day and from that day onward, you would actively seek her out whenever you could. And while she was awkward at first, being everything but skilled when it came to social interactions, she quickly grew accustomed to you.

Once she was able to hold a conversation with you that didn’t consist solely of you trying your best to speak with her, while she answered in short answers, and the two of you grew closer, she couldn’t help but notice you starting to compliment more and more of what she did. Whenever she would defeat an opponent, you would always talk about how cool she looked, or when she showed you a rare, small smile, you would never fail to compliment it in a seemingly genuine way. You of course didn’t endorse everything she did and tried to teach her the social norms, that the people of Liyue had towards “unnecessary violence”, but having someone around her, that really seemed to like spending time with her, was something that caused her to feel happy enough, that she would feel it despite her red ropes.

“Hello Shenh-”, you wanted to greet her, only to freeze completely in your tracks, the moment you noticed her wearing the small hairpin you had gifted her just the day before. It looked even better on her, than you had imagined it to, but your sudden silence caused Shenhe to stare at you with a slightly worried look on her face. “You look fantastic with the hairpin. Not that you don’t look beautiful without it, but it makes you even prettier”, you started complimenting her before she had the chance to worry about you even more. But when you saw an ever so slight blush form on her cheeks, it made you want to happily scream into a pillow.

“Thanks… I didn’t think it would even be noticeable”, she responded while quickly touching the pin with one of her hands.

“If you didn’t think it would be noticeable, why wear it?”, you asked, only to slap yourself mentally the moment the words came out of your mouth. Just because something isn’t noticeable, doesn’t mean that you don’t want to wear it, why else would people wear socks for archons sake? But Shenhe didn’t seem to find your question weird, instead instantly answering it.

“You gave it to me… and I hoped it would remind me of you when you’re somewhere else”, she stated in an almost indifferent voice, and even though Shenhe herself didn’t seem to think her answer would cause any large reaction from you, it was your turn to blush. Just that sentence alone was enough to melt your heart and make a smile appear on your face, that didn’t vanish for the rest of the day.

#genshin x y/n #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin x you #genshin impact x reader #ei x reader #raiden shogun x reader #baal x reader #ei x y/n #ei x you #gi ganyu #ganyu x you #ganyu #ganyu x y/n #ganyu x reader #shenhe #shenhe x reader

[anti-endo-haven]

not exactly sure how to trigger tag this so tldr: venting about an ex friend who fakeclaimed me and a therapist i used to have who didnt really help me and kinda did the opposite (probably not on purpose, but it still kinds fucked some things up for me)

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thinking about the times ive talked about the possibility of having did with an old online friend of mine (who was a singlet) and they never believed me. i did so much research and trying to open up about it but when they told me i should stop it felt like everything i knew had fallen apart and was different

back then i remember before i told him about it i actually had known about some alters i had, they had actual names and personalities and even innerworld features. i remember one of them was a little kid with blonde hair and a pink dress and a black cat hat (exactly like a hat i used to have irl) i havent seen her around anywhere in a couple years sadly, since my friend told me i was faking. i wish she was around longer because she seemed really sweet. i think she went dormant bc of the stress our friend had put us through

i remember i had what i assume was a full switch to her which is why i wanted to talk to someone about it but the online friend i had at the time would constantly fakeclaim me and say things like "you cant be a system if youre under the age of 20" (even though... systems usually develop before the age of 10) and "youre faking because your typing is weird" (this alter was a little, a fucking child, so of course her grammar wasnt gonna be perfect) i literally remember switching to her as me and this person were talking and they still thought i was faking because "you just learned about this disorder and now youre acting like you have it" (maybe because.. ive had it for so long that when i finally found the words that have helped me describe it im trying to embrace it and learn to heal. maybe because for most of my childhood i felt like something deep inside me was wrong and broken and when i found out about did things suddenly started clicking for me)

even my therapist at the time didnt even try to figure out why i thought i had such a serious disorder, she just immediately dismissed it when i brought it up with her. i find it a bit funny though because before i brought up did with her she had told me i probably have *some kind* of dissociative disorder (she never specified) and she even gave me meds for it (which honestly made it worse, i can only remember like one thing from that time period and it was someone telling me "my energy felt off") while i dont think a therapist should always immediately agree with their patient when it comes to trying to diagnose something i think they should try to help them figure out if what theyre suspecting is truly what they are dealing with or if its something else, ykwim?

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im so sorry for this being so long :( i didnt mean for it to be but it still ended up being a whole essay .. anyway this is my first time posting to this blog so hi !

id like to claim an anon tag, would 🌌🕹️ or tsc/the stardust crusaders be okay?

That ex-friend is wild… You can absolutely be a system under the age of 20, I’ve seen 14 year olds get an official diagnosis and be able to get some help/support for it. Not a lot of people might know about it until they’re older especially in therapy because they have to cross bases and make sure it isn’t something else. And even if someone does months/years of research, they might not fully know or be questioning for a while.

Some people also accept it faster than others. That doesn’t make them fake either. For us, we had started questioning when we were around 19, doing research and everything to help out and going to different sources, we’re now 20 and a little bit past the “I’m fake” self-doubt (imposter syndrome) and doing what we can to function.

Your therapist should have absolutely made sure to cross bases. I’m not saying that in like a bad way. But the medication pushing just… isn’t it. That seems really strange to me to just agree, not ask questions on why, and just give medication out like that…

But you guys aren’t fake, that friend is gone, hopefully that therapist, too. I hope you all are doing better!

And, yep! You can claim all of those!

#🌌🕹️ #tsc sys #the stardust crusaders #anti endo #did system #system #osddid #traumagenic system #endos dni #endos not for you #actually did #actually traumagenic #did plural #did plurality #osdd plural #osdd plurality #tw fakeclaiming #tw fakeclaiming mention #tw medication #tw meds mention #tw medicine #tw medicine mention #anti-endo-haven-vents #anti-endo-haven-vent