#anyway. what did this post start out being about. oh yeah. movie that takes place in my state yayyyyy

[livvyofthelake]

also. movie that takes place in virginiaaaaa <3 ok it only takes place in va because it was based on a true story but still. that's my state :)

#and i can confirm football is Big #when i was in high school our team went to state and it was the hugest fucking deal you would not believe #tbh i don't remember if we won or not. and i don't remember what year it was. and i don't remember who was on the team #i was in high school i was busy reading my books and being a hater you cannot have expected me to keep up with football #i never even went to games except when i was in color guard and had to be there. and i didn't watch them #i think i at one point had a crush (not real) on one boy on the team but i was 14 at the time and frankly i don't remember who that even wa #not a name or even a face i've got nothing there #it's possible. that was actually 10th grade and it was that guy from ap gov. he was my sister's friend's brother. and also blonde #and he got arrested in college and lost his scholarship and got kicked off the football team and out of rotc #fun update for you! #also in high school i had a crush (again. not real) on a different boy who was blonde. i do not know what attracts me to blonde men #i'm trying to work on that. um. but i think we should blame cassandra clare. or perhaps. ken #anyway. what did this post start out being about. oh yeah. movie that takes place in my state yayyyyy

[pensat-i-fet]

All yours (Rúben Dias x Reader)

**So I got a couple of requests to write about being on holiday with Rúben after he posted some holiday content. And a more specific one involved this sort of fwb situation with some jealousy in the mix that inspired me a lot. And this is what I came up with. I always appreciate any feedback but this time it'd be interesting to know your thoughts since the tone and vibe (not the topic itself completely) of this is similar to a Rúben series I need to continue working on. So it'd be amazing to know how you guys feel about it. Enjoy reading!! ❤️**

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"You're coming with us to our holiday, right?", asked Rúben when you got out of the shower.

"I don't know".

"What do you mean you don't know? You've travelled with us for the last 5 years. Do you have better plans?"

"I just…I don't know if it's the best idea now that…you know".

He got closer to you, smirking. "I might be having memory problems. Now that what?"

"You'll have other problems if you don't remove that annoying smug grin from your ugly face", you said, rolling your eyes and making him laugh.

When you tried to walk towards your closet, he stopped you wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Do you mean", he said, leaving kisses on your neck, "now that we stay in each other's beds instead of the guest rooms during our sleepovers? Because I only see that as a bigger reason for you to be there. I'm sure we'll find a way to have some alone time".

"But this is just something casual, Rúben. You’ve said it many times. What if I cockblock you? Or worse…you cockblock me!"

You noticed his arms holding you tighter for a heartbeat before he let go of you.

"We'll be fine. Please come with us, the boys always want you there. I want you there. You know that".

There was something in his tone that made you stop. Did he sound a bit…sad? But why would he? It’s just the summer holidays.

“Where are you going anyway? Same as always?”

“No, we’re going to Miami”.

He looked at your reaction, knowing you’d wanted to visit Miami for years. That was actually one of the reasons why he suggested that place as an option in the first place.

“I mean…”.

“I’ll send you the info when I finish booking everything”.

“I didn’t say yes, Rúben”.

“You said it with your eyes”.

“Oh yeah? What are my eyes saying now?”, you asked, glaring at him. “Stop smirking! You’re so annoying!”

"We are going to have so much fun!"

"Nothing is going to happen there. No one can know about this…arrangement. Or we'll never hear the end of it".

"Try and be a bit more quiet, then".

He was still laughing when the pillow hit his face and you took that opportunity to go get dressed. And to start planning what to pack for Miami.

                                      **

"I'm so hungover", you said when your little group of friends was waiting at the airport for your flight to the US.

"You sit with Rúben, then. He's probably still hungover too from the celebrations".

"As long as he doesn't puke again…".

"You're all so funny", said Rúben, rolling his eyes. He wasn't hungover but really tired after such a long season.

"You take the window seat. I'll be sleeping most of the time, anyway".

"Ok".

Trying to get comfortable, you started to notice it was a bit chilly on the plane.

"I need my jacket and your brother has my bag. I'll be right back", you said, trying to get up but Rúben stopped you.

"Just wear my hoodie", he took it off and put it in your lap, but instead of taking it you just stared at it. "What?"

"It's just that, wearing your clothes…that’s like couple stuff. And we’re not a couple".

"It's something you've done your entire life. Don't try to make it weird just because we are sleeping together now".

"Rúben!", your eyes widened and you also noticed the man sitting to your left staring at you two.

But he just shrugged and put his headphones on, ready to watch a movie. So you took the hoodie and put it on before trying to fall asleep quickly. But seeing Rúben sitting next to you made it harder to sleep. This whole friends with benefits thing was fun. I mean, it was Rúben you got to sleep with. But it was also…weird. You had always been friends and how were you supposed to go back to just friends once one of you found a partner? And why did that idea feel so wrong right now?

"Can't sleep?", he asked when he looked at you and saw you staring at his movie.

You shook your head, sighing.

"Come here".

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean. Come closer so you can cuddle me. You'll fall asleep quicker".

"You think so highly of yourself, Dias…".

But you did as he said, moving closer so you could put your arms around his waist and place your head on his chest. His arm was around your shoulder and his hand kept caressing the top of your arm. And even if you were overanalyzing a gesture that was so normal for you two, in just a couple of minutes, you were already sleeping.

                                          **

Sleeping on the plane meant you were ready to enjoy the rest of the day once you landed in Miami. Everyone else just wanted to go to the beach and rest but you were itching to go out to explore the city.

"Come on!! It's so early. Let's go find somewhere to eat and then we can walk around the area".

"I'll go with you".

When Rúben spoke, everyone looked at him and you started to worry about them suspecting something. He was always volunteering to be with you, no matter what you suggested.

"Cool, Rúben can go with you and be your bodyguard for tonight".

"Bodyguard?"

"We aren't going to let you run around all alone in a foreign country…and at night".

"You don't even let me run around my hometown", you muttered, rolling your eyes at how overprotective they all were.

"You are like a little sister to us. We have to protect you. So off you go with big bro Rúben".

Shaking your head, you turned to leave the hotel, noticing Rúben right behind you.

For the first couple of minutes, you two walked in silence. You were too busy staring at your surroundings to say anything. And then you noticed Rúben putting his arm around your shoulders.

"What are you doing?"

"There are some weird guys looking at you".

"Thank you, big brother. What would I do without your protection?"

Rúben didn't find your sarcasm funny and when you were walking past an alley a couple of seconds later, he made you both walk inside it so he could push you against the wall and kiss you.

"I'm not your brother".

"You aren't my boyfriend either".

He shook his head, looking like he wanted to say more but not doing it. "Let's keep walking".

When you got back to the hotel, a part of you was hoping he would ask you to go to his room. Or that he would follow you to yours but he only wished you a goodnight and left you outside of the lift.

That's where you found him and the rest of the gang the next morning.

"Ready for today?"

"What's the plan?", you asked, hoping they didn't just plan on staying at the beach all day.

"Breakfast, beach, sightseeing and night out".

"I love that plan", you said, clapping your hands. "Maybe we can go shopping too".

After you had some breakfast, you moved to the private area of the beach so you could relax on the sunbeds for a couple of hours.

"I need sunscreen on my back!", you said, lifting your arm that held the bottle until someone grabbed it. You didn't even know who did, but when you placed your head on the sunbed, you saw Rúben sitting a couple of sunbeds away from you. So it wasn't him.

You closed your eyes, trying to relax. But anyone who bothered looking at Rúben's face would have noticed the tension in his features. He knew neither his brother nor his friends were interested in you in that way. They really meant it when they said you were like a sister to them. But still, seeing another man's hands on your body filled him with rage. He wanted to be the one putting the cream on your back and shoulders, leaving kisses all over your body while he applied it. But he had to look from afar. And it ruined his mood for the whole day.

By the time you made it to the hotel, you only had 30 minutes to get ready. But you already planned some cute outfits for the nights out so you ended up getting ready in less than half an hour.

"You're wearing that?"

His friend's words made Rúben look up.

"We are not doing this, boys. It's just a dress".

"One of us by your side the whole time, yeah", they joked.

"You'll have to catch me first!", you laughed, running outside of the hotel and making all your friends get up quickly to follow you.

You were so busy looking behind you that you didn't notice someone walking in front of you until you bumped into him.

"Oh my God! Sorry".

"It's ok", he said, holding your arm to steady you. "Are you ok? Were you running away from someone?"

His concern made you smile. And the fact that he was cute didn't hurt. "My friends but as a joke. They are alright…and right there".

"And they are all men".

"Yeah", you laughed. "But they act like little boys most of the time".

When they got to where you, and a stranger, were, they didn't know what to do. It was always hilarious to you how they didn't understand the concept of you talking to other men. You were one of the lads to them, but in moments like that, they realized you weren't a lad.

"We were going to grab a drink at a bar, do you want to come with us?"

"Sure", the guy, Sean, said. And you introduced him to everyone before making your way to the bar.

To say that Rúben wasn't happy would be an understatement. He just kept staring at you and Sean, while you were laughing and dancing. It should be him doing that with you, not a random dude whose last name you didn't even know.

"Another drink? How obvious".

"What are you muttering, grumpy?", asked his brother, who knew more than you and Rúben thought.

"Nothing…but I mean, what's that? The third drink he buys for her? We all know what he's trying to do".

"We are here to avoid that, stop worrying. No one is hurting her while we are around".

"I don't know. Maybe she wants it. Maybe she wants him".

Everyone could hear the bitterness in Rúben's voice.

"When she should want you, right?"

Rúben cleared his throat, not wanting to look at his brother after being so obvious.

"Do you think I don't know about you two?"

That made him look. "How would you…".

"You're not as discreet as you think you are but I get you wanted to keep it a secret so whatever", he shrugged. "What I didn't know was that there was more".

"More?"

"You couldn't be more jealous, Rúben".

"It's just something casual. But she's my friend…".

"No, she's my friend. That's why I'm careful to look her way every once in a while just in case she needs me. You are just looking at him and fantasizing about breaking his nose, probably".

Rúben shook his head and left to go to the bathroom. He just needed to splash some cold water on his face to hopefully get his common sense back. You were just friends with benefits. He didn't get to be jealous.

"Hey, bro".

Of course, it had to be Sean who he found in the bathroom. "Hey! Having a good time?"

"Do you have to ask?", he laughed, and Rúben didn't like that laugh at all. "Your friend is so hot. Is she good in bed too? She has to be, right?"

"How would I know? She's just my friend".

"Right…if my group of friends had a hot chick like her in it, we would all be just friends. Of course".

"What are you insinuating about her?".

Sean didn't realise how much bigger than him Rúben was until they were almost face to face.

"The way you all joke, the way she dresses…and she just invited me to buy her drinks before she even asked my name. Do you want me to believe you haven't all at least tried it once? I know girls like her".

Rúben pushed Sean against the wall, lowering his voice to try to not make a scene. But making sure his voice was menacing enough for Sean to get the message that he could break his nose, like his brother suggested, very easily.

"You don't know her at all. And what you're going to do is go out and excuse yourself and leave. Or you'll regret every word you've said about her…and all the ones you thought but didn't say out loud. Am I clear?"

Sean swallowed and nodded. And Rúben moved back just enough to allow him to leave the bathroom but to also take note of how strong Rúben really was.

He took a couple of deep breaths before going out and when he did, he couldn't believe what he saw. Not only was Sean still there, one of his hands was on your waist and he was whispering things in your ear.

Without saying a word to anyone, he walked towards you two and when Sean saw him, he just smiled.

"You don't want to make a scene here, do you?"

"What are you talking about?", you asked, looking from Sean to Rúben, confused about the whole situation.

"We are leaving", said Rúben, grabbing your hand so you can follow him.

"What? No! Why would I leave? I'm chatting with Sean".

"The guy who calls you a whore the moment you're not around? No, you are coming with me".

"He called her a what?"

All of your friends were now surrounding Sean. But you didn't care about any of them, tired of their overprotective nature towards you. So you let go of Rúben's hand and got out of the bar.

Rúben followed you, worried about your reaction.

"Wait! Stop walking. You're not even going in the right direction!"

"Maybe I'm going in the right direction because I'm going as far away from you as possible!"

"You didn't hear what he said about you. It was disgusting".

"If I want to be with a disgusting guy, it's my problem!"

"Now you're being ridiculous. Should we let you be taken advantage of?"

You finally stopped walking and turned to look at Rúben.

"What do you want from me? You are confusing me so much that my head is fucking spinning! First, you want us to just be fuck buddies and nothing else. Then you act all jealous whenever I talk to a guy but you keep on going out with girls so…how does that work? Do I get to be jealous too? Or it's only you who can?"

Rúben didn't know what to say. Because he was the first one confused by what he felt.

"What is it, Rúben? Because I don't know. And now you do what? Defend my honour? As if you were my boyfriend".

"You didn't hear what he said about you", he repeated, still mad at Sean's words.

"Let me guess. He thinks I'm fucking all of you, right? Like literally every man I meet that finds out I have a group of friends with only men in it", when you saw Rúben's face, you let out a sad laugh. "He was going to be a one-night stand, Rúben. Not my future husband. Who cares what he thinks about me?"

"I do! Hearing him say those things about you…".

"I said it the other day and I'll say it again. Rúben, you aren't my boyfriend. Stop acting like you are".

He swore under his breath when you started to walk again.

"Let's change that, then".

"Change what?"

"Let me be your boyfriend".

This time you stopped walking but feared turning to face him. Those were the words you had been dying to hear since the day you kissed while watching a movie months ago. You expected him to tell you he felt the same way about you. That he had been in love with you for years too. But he just proposed the stupid friends with benefits arrangement. And you said yes because at least you got to have him in some way. But it wasn't enough. You kept pushing him, telling him you weren’t a couple when he acted like your boyfriend. You wanted him to react. And he finally did.

"Don't just say it because you are angry at a dude calling me names, Rúben. You don't get to play with my feelings like that".

"I'm not playing. I thought I was scared of losing you as a friend but…I was just scared of facing my feelings. Of telling you how I felt and seeing you rejecting me".

"How do you feel?"

"I love you. And I know it's not the first time I tell you that but …I don't mean love as a friend. I mean, that too, of course. But I'm also in love with you. And I have been for a while"

He didn't know how to interpret the tears in your eyes. But a hug was always a good option, right?

"I love you too. But I need all of you, Rúben. Not just the little bits I've been getting these past months. It’s all or nothing".

"You have it all. All of it. I'm all yours. And I need you to be mine".

"I already am".

#ruben dias #ruben dias imagine #ruben dias one shot #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias x y/n #ruben dias fluff #ruben dias angst #footballer imagine #footballer one shot #footballer x reader #footballer x y/n #footballer fluff #footballer angst

[eveninggstar]

I Love You

Summary: you’ve been dating Jake for a few months. When he takes you on a shopping spree at the mall, you find a photo booth and tell him how you feel.

Warnings: fluff, angst, happy ending, kissing, lipstick kisses, readers looks aren’t specified (only that they wear lipstick) but intended to be female, no use of y/n, jake and reader being stupid

A/N: heyyy 👀 sorry i’ve not posted

n e wayz

i saw a video on insta of this couple in a photo booth and the boy hand lipstick kisses on him from his girlfriend and she told him that she loved him. his face was so cute but i read the comments and saw ‘notice how he didn’t say it back’ and i saw a comment that they aren’t together anymore and i was just like 😨

sorry that’s long anyway enjoy

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Today you and Jake had been on an incredible shopping spree. Seeing as it was your birthday the week prior, Jake practically begged to pay for your things. The past three months are probably the best three months of your life. The way Jake made you feel felt indescribable. That was until a specific word came to mind in a one afternoon movie session. You were laying in your back, with Jake’s head smushed against your chest. He had fallen asleep with his arms wrapped around you as you scratched his scalp. Looking down at his peaceful face, and one word flashed across your mind. Love.

Ever since that moment at your apartment, you have been trying to find the right moment to tell Jake. You hoped he loved you back. Of course he did, why else were you two always together or why did he always want to spoil you. You hoped.

Your shopping spree was coming to a close, Jake’s arms full of your items as he repeatedly refused to let you hold even the small bags. As you and Jake were about to leave the mall, he suddenly stopped and gasped.

“Oh. My. God.” He turned to you, jumping to the balls of his feet. “Baby, we have to take photos!” He pointed towards the photo booth, the multiple bags in that arm swaying. “This can be your best birthday ever.” He walked the small steps towards you and dropped his head to your shoulder and mumbled, “Please, please, please.”

You turned your head to look at him pouting, with his new lip piercings (AHHH they look so good girl don’t even!!!(i started writing this when he got them done)). You kissed his forehead, leaving him to have a giddy smile on his face, “Of course!”

After manoeuvring all the bags of endless clothes and accessories and paying, you and Jake sat comfortably on the seat. You reapplied your lipstick quickly to give Jake multiple kiss marks on his face and neck. You had only missed his lips. Luckily the camera had taken a photo during.

“Ummm, you forgot a place.” He looked at you then pushed his lips out as far as they could. You looked at him, a small smile on your face as the camera captured the moment.

“Where?” You grabbed his face, looking for the area you missed. You knew he was on about his lips, but there was nothing wrong with asking.

“My lips!” he whined.Giving in, you kissed him. Meanwhile you were thanking god first taking a photo. “Okay, we have one left. What do we do?”

You were both sat looking forwards at the camera thinking. He was thinking of a pose to do, meanwhile you were debating on telling Jake you secret the had been eating away at you.

The photo booth was on the two second mark. Giving in you looked at him, “I love you.” The camera took the last picture, Jake’s face the happiest you’ve ever seen it.

He quickly turned his head towards you, “Really? Are you serious?”

“Yeah.” You timidly smiled at him, looking through your lashes at him. He nodded then got up, picking up your bags and left the photo booth. You were gobsmacked (is this a term people outside england use? idk it’s like shocked) and a little sad. You thought Jake was going to say it back. Yet, he had just left.

Deciding to follow him, he was waiting for you after pocketing both photo strips, leaving it a very awkward drive to your apartment.

When Jake arrived at his shared house with his friend Johnnie, he had an irreversible smile on his face. Johnnie, only just woke up, came down the stairs and noticed as his roommates dimples were the deepest he had ever seen them.

“Dude.” Jake bolted to the disheveled man, unable to stop bouncing on the balls of his feet and he swings his arms in an up agg bc d down motion.

“What?” Johnnie croaked, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He was struck by the happy Jake as he grabbed Johnnies shoulders, causing the Johnnies eyes to widen in shock.

“She said she loves me!” Jake was jumping up and down with an indescribable joy, slowly Johnnie began to jump with him.

Meanwhile, you were in your room. You were sat at your vanity desk, looking at yourself and wallowing in self pity. Why did he seem so happy when you and it, yet didn’t say it back? Or anything for that matter! You constantly asked yourself what signals you couldn’t read. Maybe he didn’t love you, maybe he was planing on breaking up.

It had been a week, a week of one worded texts or dry texts back and forth with Jake. You hadn’t even called or hung out together since your birthday. So when you were grocery shopping, you were surprised to see Jake calling you.

“Hello?”

“Come over to mine.” He sounded incredibly serious. Seems like he had made up his mind and was going to break up with you. The best person in your life would be no longer apart if it. Then, he hung up, leaving you to wallow in self pity.

Knocking on the door to Jake’s house, you didn’t look as good as you knew you were able to. The door slammed open, showing Jake with a new tattoo on his arm. A love heart. Jake grabbed your arm and quickly pulled you inside, not realising the tight grasp he had.

“Oh my god! i’m so sorry,” he looked at you with his adorable puppy dog eyes, pouting his pierced lip then leant in to kiss the mark-less area. “Come sit,” he repetitively famed his hand towards himself as he walked over to the couch, then sitting down.

You stayed standing as he looked up at you with a certain glow, smiling at you. This, of course, irritated you. The man had the audacity to act like this yet couldn’t even bother to text you.

“Jake, stop!” You raised your voice, being serious. His smile and eyebrows dropped, not knowing what was wrong.

“What’s-”

“You don’t get to act like this if you’re going to break up with me! Just do it now.” You interrupted him. As soon as you finished your sentence he shot up, wrapping his long arms around you. He buried his stupidly handsome face into your hair, lowering his voice.

“What makes you think i want to break up with you?” His voice was as soft as one of those adorable golden puppies.

“It just that-” you sighed, pulling away to rest your hands on his chest and his fell to your waist. “Since i said that i loved you, you’ve been avoiding me.” You stopped, looking to see if he would say anything. Realising there was no point, you decided to bury your hole of self pity deeper. “Please, just break up with me. It will make this so much easier.”

Jake watched as tears gathered in your eyes. Grabbing both sides of your face, he angled you so the out of you were eye to eye. “I love you so much. Words can’t even describe it.” He had a soft smile on his face. “I love the times we go shopping together,” he kissed your cheek, “I love it when you leave lipstick marks all over me,” he kissed the other cheek, “and i love you.” he kissed your lips.

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#jake webber #jake webber x reader #jake webber x y/n #jake webber x you

[spliffymae]

nobody has to know, a. ojiro

synopsis: it’s caribana season, but instead of catching the dirtiest of wines, aran is moping at his place, thinking about you.

⚠️afabreader, fwb!aran, aran post time skip, reader is caribbean, established fwbs, jealous aran, smut, mentions of phone sex, implied (un)protected sex, MINORS DNI !

kio’s notes - wishin all y’all a hot girl/boy/person summer !!!!

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“y/n, you know you have to get permission before you can walk out like that.” your friend teased you once she saw your costume. it was the day of caribana, a day that shouldn’t have tasted bittersweet on your tongue, but did when you realized you wouldn’t be going with aran, your original date for the day.

you kissed your teeth as you grabbed your keys off the counter, dropping them in the side bag strapped to your waist.

“fuck permission. and fuck ojiro’s goofy ass anyways”

3 weeks earlier….

“oh my god, you’re fucking stretching me outtt.” you whine, your lips pouty with fat tears rolling down your face. you were sitting on aran’s lap, being slid down onto his hard dick as you two sat on the couch in your living room.

aran doesn’t respond just yet. he’s too busy trying to keep his composure, stopping himself from cumming before he can really enjoy you.

“aren’t you glad i answered that call, hm? got to give your spoiled ass just what you needed to feel better.” he was a deep baritone in your ear, the velvet of his durag slightly rubbing against your face when he lowered to speak to you.

“but i-it’s not what i wanted.” you let out with a huff. “you’re playing games with me right now, oji.” you were trying really hard to not be the whimpering, babbling mess he knew you were. you were trying to prove him wrong.

aran laughed, “like you weren’t playing games when you let that whack ass take you out. now be good and watch the movie.”

he was right. after all, this all started because you called him to fix a bad hookup you had with a good first date.

“it’s 2am, i thought you and whatshisface were linking.” aran was curious when your name popped up on his phone. after you told him about the date and texted him that the guy wasn’t a creep, he figured he’d hear from you in the upcoming days.

“the stroke game was nonexistent. he came from a handjob and couldn’t get it back up. i’m mad i wore this for nothing.” you were on facetime, so aran could see the annoyed look on your face; the way your brows knitted together and creased, with your eyes filled with disappointment. your brown lips were pushed out in a pout and without a second thought, you flipped your camera to show your mirror. you stood in a pink lingerie set, and the sight of you had aran’s cock twitching in his pyjama pants.“i don’t get it. i look so pretty tonight, oji. don’t i?”

the way his name fell from your mouth made his heart skip. the neediness in your tone, the yearning he could hear just from his name. how you wanted him. aran swallowed back the carnal groan that tried to creep its way out his mouth, “yeah, you look so pretty, princess.” he said with a comforting smile. he looked back up at his tv, his nba 2k23 mycareer opened with his friends spamming his chat and yelling at him to snap back to reality and back to the game. his mic was on, but he had muted them to focus on you. they, however, could hear you two.

you sighed, “can you come make me feel better? …i don’t feel pretty.” and aran hated that you let this dickhead get to you like this. how you looked in the mirror with sad eyes. he knew you shouldn’t have gone on that date. he knew you weren’t gonna be satisfied with anyone but him.

“of course, i’m comin’ right now.” he didn’t waste a secon contemplating on whether he should leave to go to you at 2am. he turned off his ps4 and hung up the call, grabbed a t-shirt, hoodie, his phone and his car keys, and was on his way to you.

2 weeks earlier…

“bro, you literally just disappeared on us last week. you know that was the only free time all of us had.” osamu pushed aran as the two stood in the starbucks line. they were meeting some friends from high school at the coffee shop to hang out. since graduation, each of them went their separate ways, focusing on achieving their respective goals. they always made time to hang out once a week though.

aran mumbled a meaningless apology, “sorry man, had to take care of something.” he wasn’t sorry. he honestly didn’t care. if he could choose between playing video games with his friends or spending a night in you, he would pick you everytime.

“something or someone. y’know one day we’re gonna have to meet this girl. it’s been going on for so long now.” samu gave aran a final look before stepping up in the line. he was next to order, watching as the girl in front of him stepped to the side.

you had looked up from your position at the cash register of your job to see two familiar faces. one being your friend osamu from volleyball camp, and aran—the man, who just last night, was moaning into his phone about how bad he needed you while he pumped his hand around his cock.

“y/n! looking radiant as ever!” osamu winked.

you flashed a smile,“thank you osamu, what can i get y’all today?”

“i’ll take a white chocolate mocha, spinach and feta egg wrap, and the truth from aran about his secret girlfriend!” the last part came out of nowhere catching both you and aran off guard. you laughed a bit, but out of pure nervousness. your heartbeat even increased.

“samu!” the young man yelled, giving osamu a slap to his shoulder.

you simply giggled, “this girl must be pretty special if you gotta keep her a secret, oji.” the nickname didn’t come out in the usual way aran was use to hearing. with your voice breathless and filled with an adoration for him. instead it was purely friendly, with a little hint of playfulness. it was different, and it made him miss the former.

“there’s no girl, samu. i ain’t find anyone worth my time, alright? aran ojiro is meant to be a free bird, so let me fly.” aran said as he walked to the other open register, eyes completely missing you as he gave a flirty smile to your coworker. and of course, she loved it. you on the other hand, found yourself to be irked.

1 week earlier…

“bro, you seriously ghosted me over something you took out of context?” aran had finally gotten the chance to be face to face with you after a week of radio silence from you. you two had both shown up to kita’s birthday party. you had come just to show face. you weren’t gonna stay—you were simply there to hand kita his gift and leave before a certain six foot wing spiker showed up.unfortunately, aran spotted you handing the present off to kita with an apologetic smile, attempting to leave before you could see him.

before you could step off the porch, aran had dragged you back into the house, disregarding the looks from guests and protests from you, and pulled you upstairs into the bathroom. he pressed you on your absence, on how you refused to pick up his calls and leave his texts on delivered.

“i’m letting you fly, what’chu mean? you’re a free bird, right?” you knitted your brows in curiosity, “i mean,” you smiled, “that’s what you said…right?”

aran pinched the bridge of his nose out of frustration. he leaned against the bathroom counter, standing in front of you, seated at the edge of the tub in front of him. “seriously? i was just saying that to get samu off my back. and even if i meant that shit, so what? we’re just fucking.”

you scoffed, “so now it’s just fucking?…don’t give me that shit, aran. you and i both know we passed ‘just fucking’ a long time ago. but you wanna go flirt with other people in front of me? like you weren’t on my phone begging for me?” you had an attitude, that was for certain.

“bro, why are you trying to make this complicated? i swore we weren’t supposed to be anything serious.” he was defensive, honestly he didn’t know why. he just didn’t like how you were coming for him.

you nodded, “right. so we can just act like we don’t care for each other.”

“i didn’t say all that. i’m just not understanding why you’re getting at me over a misunderstanding.” he honestly wasn’t looking for this. he was just hoping to get a brief explanation and maybe even a lil’ sum sum, but instead he was getting an earful. and it wasn’t an earful of your moans, the way he had hoped.

“because i like you, asshole. because you fuck me and say shit like ‘this my pussy’ or ‘i’m the only one for you’. because you take me out and shower me with affection. because you’re there whenever i need you. and you expect me to what? not feel a way? be okay with you flirting with other girls in my face?what, am i just hear to make you hard?” you raise your arms in frustration.

it was clear from his reddened eyes he had smoked, and the vodka breezer he held in his hand let you know he was lightly drinking too. you say all this because it had to be these factors that made him respond to you the way he did. with a half smirk and laugh, “what’s wrong with just making me hard?”

but you found nothing funny about this. not anything about you finally telling him how you felt was funny to you. it was a pain. a giant and irritating one that you wanted to be free of, but somehow just seemed to worsen. “you know what, you clearly don’t care so i’m not gonna either. see you around, oji.”

the nickname was in a different tone this time around. no adoration, no playfulness. you spoke it flat, with no emotion. and as you stood up and left aran in the bathroom by himself, with the last words being his name in such an emotionless voice, he couldn’t help but think he might have fucked that up.

present…

aran was sitting on his front porch, spliff in hand as he looked down at his phone. today was caribana. he was supposed to be there with you. but instead he was nursing what kita described as a ‘cracked heart’.

he was thinking about you. about how hurt you looked as you left the party. you went radio silent on him afterwards. didn’t hit him up for anything; not to link, not to fuck, not to talk...you were ojiro free—and he hated it!

“so y/n was the secret girlfriend.” osamu had come outside from the kitchen, two cold beers in his right hand.

“wasn’t a girlfriend.” aran mumbled, taking a pull from his spliff.

osamu rolled his eyes, “shut up, she might as well been. look how she got you. meanwhile where is she?” it was meant to be a rhetorical question, but aran took it literally. with his phone in his other hand he went to instagram and ironically, your story was the first in the long and seemingly endless line of instagram stories. he tapped the icon, immediately seeing a video of you posing in your costume with shensea’s shen yeng anthem coming through your phone.

osamu leaned over to see you and mindlessly whistled at your appearance. “you fumbled a serious bag, my friend.” he ignored the glare aran sent his way because he knew aran knew he was right.

“shut the hell up.” the bitter man mumbled, eyes looking back on his phone to see the next story you posted. it was you on the street, posing with people from your band as you all held up your country’s flag. aran got a better look of your costume. the way that its colors; the purple bands and silver jewel stoned garments that connect to them, brought out your rich and warm undertone the way your headpiece demanded the attention to be on you. you were all smiles with your girlfriends, and aran loved to see you happy. your smile was probably his favorite thing about you.

pissed him off he wasn’t the one making you smile like that, though.

“tsumu just texted me that he sees her.” osamu said just as the timer for your story ran out. it then went to atsumu’s who was holding his phone high up, recording not only him walking w the parade of people, but walking behind you…who was carelessly wining against his crotch to the sounds of gyal you a party animal.

osamu had just so happened to glance back at aran’s screen and his mouth instantly fell at the sight. there was his twin brother, handing his phone off to someone next to him as he flipped to the back camera. he took your hips in his hands and began to move against you making you cheer in excitement.

it was all harmless, a careless bubble he caught because he was your friend. there was nothing serious about it, and that is what made aran the most upset. to know you were okay to do that. because you weren’t his, he had no right to get mad at you just dancing with atsumu because you two are not together, that’s what he knows you’d say if he were to bring this up. but he made it his right to have, the jealousy. because who did you think you were to move against any other man the way you moved against him?

osamu wanted to laugh! because of course this would happen to aran. of course the man who was ‘too busy for love’ would find himself pining after “the one that got away”.

some time had passed and aran was now three spliffs in, a beer in hand as he sat on the beanbag in his room. some random show was playing in the back, but all his attention was on the various instagram and snap stories you posted. he would even watch the snaps of your friends just to see if he’d catch you doing anything. yeah, he was down so bad. here you were having so much fun without him. so much so that not only was he annoyed, but he finally decided to just cave and text you.

ojiro (don’t answer rn)

honestly i’m too high

but fuck it you won

i care about you

and you make me hard

so call me when you see this

#🌞🍃spliffymae #Spotify #aran ojiro x black reader #aran ojiro #haikyu x black reader #anime x black!reader #angst #black yn

[emzandthevoid]

Movie Night

Hello and welcome to my first official post. I've decided to start this new blog to share my interests and my writings, hoping to find the right audience. I haven't written anything in a loooooooong time which means I am rusty. So why not start with a Will Ramos smut? There's barely any and I thought I could contribute. Anyway, enjoy the smut ;) (BTW, not my GIF, credits to the person who made it!)

Summary: You and Will have a movie night, but things take a heated turn.

Warnings: Smut (duh), fluffy, swearing, fingering, oral (both), soft sex? slight choking, vaginal penetration, protected intercourse (always use protection), Will being cute af/kinda sub!Will, kinda dom!reader and I think that's all.

Before I begin, I would like to say that I do not personally know Will. Therefore, I gave him a "different" personality? Anyway, if Will Ramos were to stumble upon this, please please please don't read this, thank you.

You were laying in bed with some music in the background when you received Will's text.

Will: Yoooooooooooooo there's this new movie available!! Wanna come over and watch it with me?

You smiled at his text with a low chuckle. You and Will had been friends for a little while. The both of you met at a party and it instantly clicked between you two. There was no awkward phase, it just happened naturally. Ever since, the two of you have been inseparable.

You: Sure, sounds fun! It's your turn to provide the snacks and drinks this time. I'll be leaving in five.

Will: You got it ;) see you later!

Before leaving, you considered changing your clothes. You were wearing an oversized hoodie and leggings. You discarded your bra before settling in bed. You thought of putting it back on but then you thought: it's just Will, he won't care. You grabbed a few things and left for his place.

You knock on Will's door, patiently waiting for him to open it. You hear his cats meowing as he approached the door, hushing and talking to them. When he opened the door for you, you noticed that he seemed... nervous? His welcome wasn't like before; he usually pulled you into a hug and started rambling about his day or show off his cats. Now, he just stood there with some kind of urgency in his eyes and you noticed how he couldn't keep his eyes off of you.

"Hey Will, is everything okay?" You asked him, lifting an eyebrow.

Your question seemed to have knocked him out of his daze. "Oh! Yeah, sorry." He moved aside to let you in. You pet his cats near his feet, greeting them. "I was um... zoning out, I guess. Hey, isn't that my hoodie?"

You straightened your back, throwing him a playful smile. "Finders keepers, Will."

Now it was his turn to smile. "Come on, it doesn't work like that. What you did was straight up stealing."

"Like you don't have a million hoodies in your closet," you rolled your eyes playfully. "Besides, it looks better on me." You say, throwing your arms up to show off the hoodie. You forgot to put on a shirt under your hoodie and Will saw your bare waist. He could see how smooth your skin was and briefly wondered how it would feel to touch you.

He cleared his throat, "Whatever, it's still stealing."

"Doesn't matter, I'm the one wearing it and I'm keeping it." You replied, leaning down to pet his cats again. They were rubbing their little faces against your hand.

"Everything is all set up in living room. I made popcorn, I got candy and some soda. We just need to sit our asses down on the couch and watch the movie." He said, grabbing two glasses from his kitchen cabinet.

"What is the movie, anyway?"

"It's a foreign scary movie that I found. It looks really good." He answered.

You followed him into the living room. You plopped down into your regular spot and Will got comfortable beside you. You could feel Will tensing up beside you when you scooted closer to him. It wasn't the first time you were this close to Will. Sometimes you even rested your head or legs on his lap and he would remain relaxed.

"Are you good? You've been acting a little strange since I got here." You said, frowning in worry. Did you do something that made him uncomfortable?

He sat up a little straighter. "Yeah, don't worry," he smiled, "I'm just a little out of it today."

"Can I do anything?" You asked him.

You see him clench and unclench his jaw, pondering his response. "No, it's okay. Let's just watch the movie." He said, starting the movie.

You give him one last look before turning your attention to the movie. He was acting odd and it wasn't like him. You decided to let go of it. Twenty minutes had passed and you couldn't help but feel bored. The movie was slow and nothing scary had happened yet. You played with the strings of the hoodie, placing a leg on Will's lap like you usually do. Once again, you feel him tense up. Since the movie started, it was like he was afraid to move or even breathe. He's been stiff instead of relaxed.

"Will, I'm sorry to break it to you, but this movie kinda sucks." You speak up instead of asking what's wrong with him.

"Yeah..." he agreed with disappointment, turning down the volume of the TV. "The trailer made it look so awesome."

Silence hung in the air. He was looking down at his tattooed hands, deep in thought with that same nervous look from earlier. It was like he was working up the courage to ask you something. You sat upright and got closer to him, placing a hand on top of his.

"What's wrong, Will? You've been acting really strange and I can't help but feel worried." You speak up, breaking the silence.

He takes a deep breath. "Listen, Y/N... I wanted to ask you something." He lifts his head to meet your eyes with his. Will was usually the confident and charismatic guy. You've never seen him so vulnerable before.

"Of course, ask away." He takes another deep breath and closes his eyes, forcing himself to relax. "Come on, Will. It's okay, I won't judge you or anything like that." You say in hopes to reassure him.

His brown eyes meet yours again. "I wanted to ask you... can I kiss you?"

The question took you by surprise. You weren't gonna lie, the idea of kissing Will did pass your thoughts. But then again, how could you not think of that? He was so handsome with his tattooed skin and curly hair. In fact, whenever he was topless, you couldn't help but look at him. You always found him attractive and your eyes always wandered to his v-line, wondering how he looked naked. Besides his physical appearance, you were also attracted to his personality. He was sweet, respectful, comprehensive and funny. Sometimes he reminded you of a golden retriever because of his energy. You didn't want to ruin your friendship, but you also wanted to kiss him too. Hell, you've thought of doing more than just kissing him. It would be a lie if you hadn't thought about him at least once when you were masturbating.

"Yes, you can kiss me," you answered. A sigh of relief escaped him, followed by a smile. He cupped your face, moving a few strands of hair away from your face. You can tell he imagined this moment plenty of times before.

Will closed the gap between the two of you, connecting your lips. Oh shit... his lips felt perfect against yours. You could feel heat growing in between your legs. You cringed internally and thought: is a kiss seriously turning me on right now? If you weren't turned on, you certainly were when Will placed a hand on your outer thigh. You broke the kiss by gasping and he retracted his hand quickly.

"Oh shit! I knew it would be too much, I'm sorry I shouldn't have done that-"

You cut him off by kissing him again, getting much closer to him than before. Will's worries disappear and he relaxes into your kiss. He pulls you closer to him and you decide to get on top of him, straddling him. The kiss gets more heated, the both of you are hungry for more. Will grabs your hips, pulling you closer to him than before. You open your mouth when you realize your cores are flushed together. Will takes it as an opportunity to slip in his tongue, sighing softly into your mouth. You cup his face, deepening the already passionate kiss. You bring your hand up to his hair to tug on it, earning a groan from Will. You could feel his hands going under your hoodie, grabbing onto your waist.

Will reluctantly pulls away from the kiss, "May I?" he asks, tugging on the hem of the hoodie.

Your cheeks flush when you remember you're not wearing a bra. You were about to tell him but you got cut off by a meow, Bobbi seeking your attention. He places his little paw on your leg, meowing again.

"Maybe we should go to your room," you suggest, turning your attention to Will.

"Are you sure?" he asks.

You know where this was leading, it was obvious the both of you wanted each other. God, did you want him. He looked so pretty under you; his lips red and plump from kissing, his hair disheveled by your hands and desire burning in his eyes. You couldn't help but imagine him naked under you, face contorted in pleasure and noises escaping him. Fuck, you needed him now.

"Yes, I'm sure." You answer, your voice trembling from your nerves. You were nervous but excited to get intimate with Will.

You stood up, Will helping you to make sure you don't hurt yourself. When he got up, he grabbed your hand and led you to his room. The second he closed his door, he was immediately all over you. His lips found yours instantly and he held you close. You could feel his hands going under the hoodie again. His hands wander up your back. You feel him suddenly stop.

"Are you not wearing a bra?" He asks you, pulling away from the kiss.

You bite your lip with a playful smile. "Why don't you find out?"

His cheeks flush red at your comment. "May I take off the hoodie?" He asks.

You nod your head, consenting. Will grabs the hem of your hoodie and pulls it off of you. "Oh my... wow..." He comments, his eyes landing on your breasts. "You are absolutely breathtaking, Y/N" Will says, his hands brushing your bare skin.

He gently cups your breasts, watching your reaction. You close your eyes and sigh in delight. His hands were so warm and comforting. He continues to feel your skin, fascinated of warmth and softness. You lean in and kiss him again, wrapping your arms around his neck. He guides you to his bed, gently laying you down. He admired you and you see a mischievous smile growing on his face.

"You have too many clothes on," he says.

You prop yourself up on your elbows. "Look who's talking, you're still wearing your clothes." You point out.

He only keeps smiling and pulls off his shirt. You bite your lip as you watched him undress himself, revealing his tattooed skin. He kept his underwear on, clearly tented from his arousal. He crawls on top of you to kiss your lips, your cheeks, your neck, your breasts, your stomach... By now, you're panting. Will keeps going lower and lower... He stops at the waistband of your leggings to grab them and pull them off of your legs. He starts by kissing your left ankle, working his way up to your core.

"Oh Will..." You breathe out, his kisses sending electricity to your throbbing core.

You feel him smiling against your other ankle. He repeats the process, worshiping your inner thigh. He gets closer and closer to your clothed clit. You gasp as he kisses it.

"Take them off, please." You speak up, your mind clouded with arousal.

Will doesn't waste his time and takes off your underwear. He spreads your legs open and gets comfortable between them. "You'll have to hold up my hair." He tells you.

You do as he says and you grab his hair, keeping it out of his face. The act alone was such a turn on. His hands explore your core, watching your reaction and placing a few kisses on your abdomen and inner thighs. You gasp sharply when his fingers brush over your clit. He smiles out of satisfaction.

“You like that?” He asks you, playing with the same spot.

Your hips jerk involuntarily and you moan a soft “yes”. Seeing you like this, completely at his mercy, Will made it his goal to pleasure you properly. You feel his finger go down from your clit to your opening.

“Is this okay?” He asks before pushing his finger in. You nod rapidly, needing some kind of pleasure.

Will sinks his finger into you, curling it. You throw your head back, gripping harder on his hair. You feel his warm breath ghosting over your clit before closing the space. At first, Will gives a few tentative licks before pressing his mouth completely against you, moaning.

“Fuck!” You cry out, shutting your eyes tight in pleasure.

Will eats you out like if you were his last meal. His tongue lapping up your clit and his finger pumping in and out of you. He adds a second finger and you mewl at the pleasure. You grip his hair tighter, unable to control the sounds escaping you. You’re also unable to control your hips and legs from the pleasure. With his free hand, Will pins you down to keep you still. He needs to taste you, he needs you to cum on his mouth and fingers. You could feel your climax approaching. You look down and make eye contact with Will. He was watching you as he pleasured you and it turned you on even more, if that was even possible.

“I’m gonna cum.” You warn him, knitting your eyebrows together.

Will focuses on one thing and one thing only: making you cum. His mouth and fingers work faster against you, a few moans and groans escaping him. His fingers hit a sweet spot in you and you moan his name. You’re practically whimpering at this point. You could feel the knot in your stomach coming undone, your orgasm so close. You look down at Will again and he is rolling his eyes back as he eats you out. That’s all it took. Your orgasm comes crashing down on you and you see white. You cry out Will’s name, your legs closing around his head. You could feel your core throbbing with pleasure, your sweet release overtaking your senses. Will keeps at it until your orgasm subsides. Once you’re breathing normally and relax your legs, Will pulls away from you. Oh my god. The sight alone ignited the fire in you again. His mouth, chin and the tip of his nose was glistening with your release and his saliva. As much as you needed him to fuck you, you wanted to pleasure him in return just as he did.

“Lay down,” you order him.

A flash of surprise passes over his face but he obeyed nonetheless. You both switched spots, Will lying where you were.

“You don’t have to do this,” Will says, clearly reading your intentions.

You lean over him, wiping his mouth clean with your fingers. You connect your lips with his, moaning as you taste yourself on him. You pull away, your finger remaining on his lips.

“Yeah, well, I want to do it.” You respond. “Am I not aloud to make you feel good?”

He tilts his head at your dirty talk, aroused. When he doesn’t answer you, you wrap your fingers around his neck and apply a bit of pressure. “Oh fuck Y/N…” Will gasps.

“Answer me. Am I not aloud to make you feel good?” You repeat. You realize you enjoy having control over him like this. Your hand was a beautiful necklace on his tattooed neck. You lean down and kiss his jaw, nipping at the skin.

“Yes, you can make me feel good…” Will finally answers breathlessly.

Satisfied with his answer, you release your grip around his neck. You trail down his body, covering him in kisses. You can clearly see - and feel - the bulge in his boxers. You massage him through the fabric and he hisses, throwing his head back. You kiss his stomach, licking and nipping here and there. And of course, you take the time to worship that damn v-line. By now, it’s Will’s turn to be a panting mess. You glance up at him and he’s watching you with an opened mouth and flushed cheeks. You could already see a few veins popping from his forehead. You decided you’ve had enough and remove his underwear. Before you could touch his hard on, he grabs your wrist.

“I want you to know I don’t want to cum this way, I want to do it later.” Will says.

You lean up to him and place a kiss on his lips. “Of course,” you respond, respecting his wishes.

You take this as an opportunity to kiss him hungrily. He responds to your kiss with the same energy. Your hand snakes down his body to his cock. You wrap your hand around him and start going up and down. Will breaks the kiss by groaning and throws his head back, eyebrows knit in pleasure. You smirk to yourself, satisfied by his reaction. You make your way down to his hard-on. Will props himself up on his elbows to watch you. You lick your lips and take his tip in your mouth.

“Fuck…” he sighs, throwing his head back again.

At first, you swirl your tongue around his head. You moan at the salty taste of his pre-cum. Then, you slowly take as much of him as you can. You gag a bit as he hits the back of your throat. You bob your head up and down, pleasuring him with your warm and wet mouth. Will tries to keep himself to steady so he doesn’t thrust up into your mouth. You see him grip the sheets and he bites his lips, trying to hold back his moans. One of your hands massages his balls and it was too much for him.

“Please, Y/N, I need you to stop now.” Will says breathlessly.

He was going to cum if you kept going. As much as you wanted him to cum in your mouth, you respected his wishes. You give a few sucks on his tip before releasing him with a popping noise. Will leans over to his nightstand and opens the drawer. He takes out his condoms and his lube. As he gets his condom ready, you put some lube in your hand to coat his member in it. He hisses at your touch. He puts on the condom, ready to fuck you. Will was about to switch places with you but you place a hand on his chest. He watches as you straddle him, completely amazed by you. Not only did you give him an amazing blowjob, but you want to ride him as well?

As you're aligning Will to your entrance, he stops you by grabbing your hips. "Are you sure you want to do this?" He asks.

You smile at him and place a gentle kiss on his lips. "Yes, I'm sure I want this. Do you want this?"

It's his turn to smile, "Yes, I want this too." He pulls you into another passionate kiss, cupping your face.

You pull away to grab the lube and coat his protected member. You align him to your entrance, pushing in the tip. You gasp as his cock begins to stretch you out. You've had sex before, but it had been a while. You maintain eye contact with Will as you fully sink into him. You both moan simultaneously as you become one. Will grips onto your hips, his knuckles white. You start off with a figure 8 movement, getting used to the feeling of being full. Will bites his knuckles in attempt to stifle his moans.

You tut him and pull away his hand, "I want to hear you."

Will throws his head back, groaning. You start going up and down, painfully slow. You wanted to tease him a bit. However, Will wasn't having it. He knew the game you were playing and he knew how your mind worked. You would keep at it until he was a whimpering mess under you. He grabbed you and spun you around so you're the one lying in the bed. His hands found yours and inter-locked his fingers with yours. Will began thrusting into you. You bury your face in his neck, moaning his name as he keeps hitting your sweet spot. Will is panting and groaning in your ear, whispering words like “you’re so good,” and “fuck you’re sensitive.” Will releases your hands and you could feel his fingers wrapping around your neck.

“Fuck!” You cry out.

“You’re going to touch yourself while I fuck you.” Will commands, supporting himself on his other arm.

You do as he says. Your hand finds it’s way to your clit and you begin massaging yourself. You throw your head back and moan Will’s name. Pleasure overtakes your senses and you only have Will in your mind. He picks up his pace, seeking his own release. He leans down and kisses your jaw and neck, leaving a few marks here and there.

“I’m close Will.” You warn him, wrapping your free hand around his wrist.

He applied more pressure to your throat and fucks you faster. You work your hand faster, getting closer and closer to your orgasm. You cry out Will’s name when it comes crashing down onto you like waves. You could feel yourself release around Will and you saw stars.

“Oh fuck! I’m gonna cum too!” Will warns, thrusting fast and hard into you.

All you could do was take him in while you ride out your orgasm. You watch Will as he chases his high. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, a few veins popping out as well and his face was red from exertion. Fuck he was hot. He releases his grip from your neck to place both arms beside your head. You grab his hair, keeping it out of his face.

“Shit!” He whimpers, dropping his head into your neck.

Will moans out your name as he cums. He’s nearly shaking from the intensity of it. He keeps rolling his hips to ride out his orgasm. He’s groaning and panting in your neck. Eventually, his hips slow down and he comes to a stop. Will takes a moment to catch his breath before pulling out of you. You whimper and make a face from how sensitive you are. Will pulls himself up on his elbows, his eyes meeting yours. Smiles appear on your faces. Will leans down and kisses you. It was sweet but passionate kiss. Something about it felt so… loving? Will pulls away from you to discard his condom. He grabs a box of tissues and brings it to you. You both take a moment to clean yourselves. Then, the both of you lie down together, cuddling. A comfortable silence settled in air. You appreciated his presence and hearing him breathe as he relaxes against you.

“I want more movie nights.” You speak up. Will chuckles at your comment and lifts up his head.

“How about this,” Will begins, as if he were proposing a deal. “I take you out for breakfast tomorrow and then we have sex.”

You smile at him. “Are you asking me out on a date?”

“I guess I am,” he chuckles. “Will you have breakfast with me tomorrow?”

You lean up to him and kiss him. “I will as long as I am your breakfast.”

“You’re fucking amazing,” Will comments against your lips before kissing you.

After a little while, you decided to spend the night at Will’s. The both of you were exhausted from the sex. You cleaned up after yourselves properly and got ready to sleep. You laid down in bed next to Will. You were cuddled to each other, resting your head against his chest and Will placing his chin on your head. The both of you spoke about random things and you eventually dozed off. You were comfortable and safe in each others embraces.

Movie nights were certainly happening again.

#will ramos #william ramos #lorna shore #will ramos smut #william ramos smut #smut #i think i need help #We might need holy water

[simplyholl]

Across the Multiverse Pt. 1 [Loki x F. Reader]

*This is almost finished, so I will try to post an update at least once a week. I do have a toddler, so no promises. All the hugs to @lokisgoodgirl for reading this and holding my hand through the whole thing. You’re the best!

Summary: Y/N and Loki’s relationship takes an unexpected turn after one of Stark’s parties. When they are sent on a mission to find their multiversal selves, will they realize they should be together? 

Pairing: Avenger Loki x F. Avenger Reader

Warnings: Smut. Minors DNI. 18+ ONLY. Incorrect use of multiverse travel. 

Your best friend Loki always came to your room after he sent his latest conquest packing. He had an endless line of women who couldn’t wait to be the newest notch on his bed post. You had never seen the same woman twice, and he made them leave right after. Then it was the same routine with you. He would make his way next door to your room where you would watch a movie, have snacks, and cuddle.

When you joined the Avengers, you had to do a lot of interviews together. Often paired while training, you two had just clicked. Your friendship had started by giving each other book recommendations, reading together, and eating breakfast after training.  Then came the interview. The one that shot you into best friend status, was one you would never forget. The interviewer incessantly berated Loki for the attack on New York, how some people still viewed him as a villain, and how could we believe he had changed. This was all old news. Loki had been with the team for a while. He had more than proven himself. You could tell the endless questioning was getting to him.

So, you spoke up. “How dare you question his loyalty to us. He has defeated countless enemies to protect this world. He was mind controlled during the attack on New York, so that wasn’t his fault. I trust Loki more than anyone on this team. I’m sure he gets tired of saving people like you, who doubt him daily. But he does it anyway, because he is a great guy.” Loki placed his hand on your thigh and gave you a thankful smile. Ever since that day, Loki got closer to you. He opened up more. He told you about his mother, his childhood being in Thor’s shadow, and his Jotun heritage. He knew you saw right through his cold façade. He trusted you.

“What are you thinking about?” Loki interrupted my wondering mind. I smile lazily at him as I snuggle into his chest. “Just thinking about our friendship.” “I am honored to have you as a friend, Y/N.” Yeah FRIEND, I almost laugh out loud. It’s not that I’m jealous of his harem or anything. I’ve just thought about what would happen if we crossed that line. I have no doubt that it would be mind blowing. He wouldn’t have all these women trying to jump him, if he wasn’t great in bed. My room is also beside his, so I hear everything. It’s kind of sad. I’m stuck in my room with my vibrator, forever single. While he is getting laid every weekend.

Maybe it’s not even him, I’m just horny since it’s been a while right? But he has those long, curly, raven locks that I would love to run my fingers through. The body of a literal god, and oh stop thinking like that! He will never take me to bed. If he did, he would treat me like those other women. He would toss me out on my ass after rendering me speechless. One night of great sex isn’t worth ruining what we have.

~The Next Weekend~

The music is booming over the speakers as I make my way to the bar. If Tony’s parties are good for anything, it’s free alcohol. I glance across the room searching for Loki. Four women surround him. One on each of his arms, the other two trying to get as close as possible. He is putting on a show for them, fireworks dancing in his hands. He catches me staring and winks at me. I turn around smoothing my dress. That’s it! I am not going back to my room alone tonight. I take a shot hoping it will soothe my nerves. I’ve never had a one-night stand before. It’s been too long since I was in a relationship.

I take a deep breath. I can do this. “You look stunning tonight.” Bucky grins checking me out. “Thank you. Hey, do you wanna dance with me?” “Sure thing, doll.” He grabs my hand leading me to the dance floor. A slow song comes on, he pulls my body close to his. His hands rest on my hips, the coolness of his metal arm makes a chill run over me. I rest my head on his broad chest. “Hey Y/N, there’s nothing going on between you and Loki is there?” I laugh at the ridiculous insinuation. “No. Why?” “Because he is looking at me like he is going to kill me.” I glance over at Loki to confirm. Sure enough, he looks really pissed off. “I’m not sure what that’s all about. But I do know it has nothing to do with me. Don’t worry about it.”

The next song plays and I back it up on Bucky in time with the fast beat. I gyrate my hips while his hands roam all over my body. When I turn around Bucky’s lips find mine. His tongue explores my mouth as I pull him closer. I am ready to take him back to my room when I feel a large hand on my shoulder. “Y/N, I need to speak with you.” Loki’s eyes are filled with rage as he takes in the scene before him. “I’m a little busy right now, Lo, can’t it wait?”  

I’m pleading with my eyes signaling that I was trying to get busy with Bucky. Surely, he knows where this was going, that it has been so long for me. He jerks my hand off Bucky, practically dragging me away. “No, it is an urgent matter.” I look back at Bucky and mouth sorry. “What is so important? I was about to get dicked down for the first time in forever by a SUPER SOLDIER, Loki! A super soldier.” I whine. “Just imagine what he can do with that metal hand.” My rant is cut short when Loki slams me against a wall. I peek around his shoulder to find we are in his room. “Loki, what are you doing?” He breathes deeply, eyes conflicted.

“Do you really think he could fuck you better than I could, Y/N?” My heart stops for a second while I realize what he said. “I – um, what?” I stutter, my voice barely recognizable. Loki pushes my hair away from my neck. He places a trail of kisses from my collar bone to my jaw. I’m not sure if I’m breathing. He stops his assault, looking into my eyes intently. “I said do you think he could fuck you better than I could? A super soldier? That is what you desire, love? I am a god. He wouldn’t be able to make you come. I would leave you a whimpering mess, and you would still beg for more.”

He places more kisses to my jawline. “Let me worship you, darling.” He doesn’t have to ask me twice. I nod my approval. “Before we begin, I have two rules you must follow. Number one: do not fall in love. This is the most important of the two. I will never be in love with you, and I do not wish to hurt you. Rule number two: This will only happen this once. I never take Midgardian women to my bed more than that. You lot are too fragile with your feelings. You get attached too easily. The last thing I need is an obsessed woman following after me like a lost dog.” He looks intently into my eyes gauging my reaction.

“I will do whatever you want, Loki. Just please touch me.” His smile turns wolfish as he grabs my face. His lips crashing into mine. When we part, he lifts my dress up. I watch as he peppers kisses on my thighs. He places a kiss to the front of my soaking panties before sliding them down my knees. He tosses them over his shoulder. I cry out in surprise as he lifts me up against the wall. He laughs wickedly as he bunches my dress around my waist.

“I lie awake at night imagining this, Y/N. Wondering how you would taste, what sounds you would make as I brought you pleasure.” “Loki, please?” I beg him gripping his hair trying to pull him closer. He wastes no time. He licks a stripe up my center before suckling my clit. His name a prayer on my lips. I pull on his silky curls as he moans against me. “Tastes so good.” He devours me while pleasure hums low in my stomach. “More, Loki.” He pushes me harder against the wall. I hold onto those glorious, muscled arms. He eats me like a man starved, and I am more than willing to be his feast. “Loki, I’m c... oh God, Loki!” I come down from my high. He places a gentle kiss to my thigh as he sets me down. My legs are so wobbly. I don’t think I can stand on my own. I reach for him to support myself. But he swiftly picks me up placing me on his bed.

He waves his hand and my dress disappears along with his clothes. I can’t help but stare at him. I don’t have long to take in his beauty before he climbs on top of me. He sinks into me completely claiming me. With his moaning against my neck and experienced fingers circling my clit, it doesn’t take long before I am coming undone again. Loki follows close behind. He lays his head on his silky forest green pillows smiling at me.

I don’t think I can handle my best friend throwing me out of his room. So, I stand up covering myself with my hands. I walk over to my clothes long forgotten in the floor. Loki sits up as I start putting my now wrinkled dress back on. “Y/N, what are you doing?” “I was going to go back to my room to shower and give you some space. I know you don’t like women staying over.” His face holds a look of concern while he considers my words.

“I have a bath drawn for you if you wish to stay.” He takes my hand leading me to his bathroom. I step into the warm bath, getting used to the water. Loki climbs in as well. “I thought you said this bath was for me?” I tease.  “I could not leave a beautiful lady to clean herself after I have so thoroughly ruined her.” He smiles while lathering soap on the soft cloth. He pulls me closer starting to wash my arms. When he gets to my breasts, he ditches the cloth using his hands to apply the soap. I moan as he pinches my nipples.

He continues massaging me, working his way lower. I squeak in surprise as he slips one long finger inside me, then another. He laughs mischievously. I lay my head on his porcelain shoulder grasping onto him as I come undone for the third time. When I can think clearly, my eyes find his. “I thought you said we were only going to do this once?” He scans my face, lowering my body onto his. As he sinks into me, he whispers, “Once is not enough.”

Part Two

Tags

@lokisgoodgirl @sarahscribbles

#loki laufeyson #loki x reader #loki x y/n #loki smut #loki x yn smut #loki x reader smut #across the multiverse

[jackals-ships]

JACKAL I must apologize I was like I WILL GO CHECK F/O LIST because I am not 100% sure which bot you ship with (<- did not care about robots until suddenly I cared A LOT) though I thiiink it's Megatron bUT sorry if I'm wrong fkdjashkj BUT BEARING IN MIND I HAVEN'T FINISHED S1...I WOULD LIKE TO HEAR ABOUT YOUR SHIP(S) 👀 and perhaps read fic at some point if you are able to find it @goldenworldsabound

(<- did not care about robots until suddenly I cared A LOT) IS AN ENTIRE MOOD THO HFKF tfp is like some sleeper cell activation code i SWEAR,,, + ur all good !! i gotta fiddle w my f/o list a lil and then repost it bc i kept meaning to make minor changes an then forgor,

BUT ANYWAYS YES !!! he's also, hilariously, one of the f/os i have a physical lil guy of despite being not on my radar as long as like garrus hf

also a read more bc i woke up Rambly today <3

he gets to sit with the ponies :} bc he canonically likes mlp at least according to the lil ask Megatron bit + there was a whole comics crossover (2 I think actually?)

breakdown + knockout are also My Besties they started out as like kinda baby crushes <- local aro can't tell the difference between Feelings even in fiction more at 11 [lighthearted] before megs came for my braincell with the fuckin. steel chair HFJ so seeing you go 👀🥰 at knocks i was like FUCK YEAH LETS GOO !!! im dropping into his work station from the ships vents like oooo someone's got a cruuuuush ooooo you wanna be all (⁠ʃ⁠ƪ⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠）don't u knocks- (jackal is once again banned from the nemesis)

okay okay but; i rlly only have one fic Finished and luckily had the foresight to post it to AO3. it's a lil older so not totally in character + canon but still silly and cute hjfkd

NOW GETTING INTO MY RED STRING TERRITORY-

when i get into something with a lot of continuities i tend to kinda? squish em together? or take bits and pieces going >:3 my city now, so the jackal x megatron ship is Primarily TFP but ive also absconded with fun movie details (like megs being i think it was 30? 40 ft tall? Fuck Huge,,,,) and also bits of comics lore/designs (holomatter is an interesting concept and im chewing on Meg's as we speak. gnawing on his arm even-)

but regardless this ship is totally my Slice Of Life Comedy Hour Chill LoFi Beats type of ship HKF like im a sucker for darker stuff higher stakes but i think this one has 0 stakes

like. like jackal and megatron literally met because jackal enjoys long walks on the beach exploring places Away from the city and Generally Away From Ppl to just sorta vibe. and ofc the normal thing to do when coming across a Definitely Alien And If Not Alien Then Like Secret Government Ship is to walk away. NOT wander ur happy lil ass inside like :0 yooooo what do These buttons do

and then when you get kicked out instead of getting squished like the bug you shouldn't come back via the air vents. again. and again and again and AGAIN and AG- until the local alien warlord gives in and is like "yeah okay this is my life now ig???" (soundwave was totally helping them btw. he likes drama 😌 and also has his own human hi adri so he can't say shit-) (also I've never decided on the Actual number of times they break it, in my brain it keeps slowly going up jus bc I find the concept SO funny. pov you're an alien warlord worried you got alien rodents and oh no NVM it's the human again. FUCK-)

it's absolutely the slowest burn too bc Meg's Refuses to admit that he has a crush on the weird squishy thing that keeps breaking in (until he's decided they're dating. and doesn't bother mentioning this) while jackals just 🥰 hehehoho big robot friend who calls me scraplet and sweetspark and sometimes puppy 🥰🥰🥰 also threatened to kill any mech who was mean to me 🤔🤔 weird. aaanyways

THERE'S ALSO a running joke in my head of that "what do you have?" "A KNIFE" "NO-" but it's jackal running off with energon bc you can't SHOW ME a cool liquid and have me NOT want to drink it !! Just a sippy. jus a lil- we'll have the hospital on speed dial pleeeeaaaase-😭

anyways tldr jackal megatron is "I'm not trapped with him he's trapped with me yaaaay :D" and "robot google; weird fuzzy feeling in spark?? how to remove weird fuzzy feeling?? robot google human exterminator near me-"

#jackals barks #golden tag #ship: king with no crown #i also have an alt timeline thats similar but runs the gambit of 'the decepticons took over earth Now What' #except its Still jackal 'pov im going to annoy my way into love 😌'

[starset21]

Standard Disclaimer: I only own my original characters, I've done some research but there will likely be Navy/military inaccuracies, and I do not consent to the posting, translating, or publishing of my work to any 3rd party site, the only place it may be found is on tumblr and Wattpad under @.itswildflower

A/N: This story is heavily inspired by the hallmark movie of the same title and is very self-indulgent. I'm also trying a different format than I'm used to using so it may change in the future chapters.

Looking for the other chapters? U.S.S. Christmas Masterlist 

Summary:  Kate and her family join Jake and his father for dinner with some added company, Kate learns there may be more to just being on the ship with her family.

Chapter 3: Dinner with old friends (and new)

“Ladies, Jackson, welcome. Please, have a seat,” Ron greeted them.

“Oh, my gosh, it looks so beautiful!” Elizabeth complimented.

“Thank you. We take our christmases very seriously on the Polaris,” he grinned.

“How do you decorate something that looks like a rhino in a rainstorm? Not to mention its size. I'm guessing, what… 125 maybe eight-foot Christmas trees laid end to end?” Kate asked.

“Well, I've never quite heard it put that way before,” Ron laughed.

“Kate has quite a way with words sometimes, don't you, darling?” Elizabeth smiled at her daughter.

“Well, the senior chief who runs the post office is in charge of all things Christmas, and he's been here forever,” Ron told her as they took their seats.

“Waste of time if you ask me. Ships are for combat… Not Christmas,” Jake spoke up as he walked in with the woman from the ball from the other door.

“And that is why they start to call him the grinch around Christmas time. Great fighter pilot, but a bit of a Christmas curmudgeon. Oh, forgive my manners. Charlotte, welcome,” Ron greeted.

“Thank you for the invite, Captain,” Charlotte smiled.

“Hmm. This is Elizabeth, Kate, and Jackson. I flew with their father.”

Charlotte nodded. “Nice to meet you all!”

“Charlotte is a successful writer,” Ron told them.

“Oh. What do you write about?” Kate asked.

“Romance. I'm a big traveler, so I find amazing love stories from around the world and turn them into novels,” Charlotte told them.

“Wow, how interesting. You know, I met Jake's mother on a Christmas tiger cruise about 35 years ago,” Ron reminisced.

“Really?” Kate asked.

“Mm-hm. I was a young lieutenant at the time, and Barbara was a college student visiting her brother. How's that for a unique love story?” Ron asked.

“Without the happy ending,” Jake muttered under his breath.

“So your father was looking for Christmas presents for you kids at a flea market in Japan. And he asked the vendor for a doll… Using his best Japanese, of course. Well, she thought he said… "Cat." Well, your father, he was so confused,” Ron told them.

“I remember the little Japanese dolls he got me,” Kate nodded.

“Yeah. He bought you… A kimono, Elizabeth. Pink with flowers, if I recall,” Ron asked her mother and Elizabeth nodded.

“Yeah. He did.”

“It was always your father's mission to find you girls something new and exciting for Christmas. I used to do the same for Jake.”

Jake scoffed. “Most kids find their presents under the tree. Found mine in the mailbox every year.”

Another man in uniform walked in.

“Dan, hey. You made it,” Ron greeted.

“Sorry I missed dinner. I was airborne,” Dan apologized.

“Dan's a pilot, and Charlotte's brother. They're old family friends,” Jake explained.

“Mom said Dan and I needed more quality time together, so here I am on a Navy ship,” Charlotte laughed.

“So you're not…” Kate trailed off.

“Not what? Oh, together? No, no. I love Jake like my own brother. Oh, Dan, that reminds me. We promised mom we'd call her after dinner. I hope you don't mind if we sneak out?” Charlotte asked.

“No, not at all, not at all. Looks like we're finished up anyway,” Ron told her.

“Yeah, I have to work the night shift,” Jackson stood up.

“Oh. Can I come watch you for a bit? Please? I want to see you in action,” Elizabeth asked as she stood too.

“I'd love that, mom. I'll get some coffees to go. Kate, you want to come?” Jackson asked.

“No, I'm kind of tired,” Kate told him and Jackson nodded.

“Thank you so much. It was just perfect,” Elizabeth told Ron as Jackson took her arm to lead her out.

“You're welcome. Uh, Jake, why don't you walk Kate to her stateroom. It's very easy to get lost around here.” Ron told him before leaving the room with Jackson and their mother. 

“Looks like it's just the two of us,” Kate rubbed her hands together.

“Can't believe you thought Charlotte was my girlfriend,” Jake teased.

“Well, I mean, first there was the ball, then she showed up at dinner. I think it's a natural assumption.”

“That makes sense. It's just funny 'cause my dad's always telling me that if I don't meet someone, I'm gonna be alone forever,” Jake snickers.

“My brother tells me the same thing. He say he wants me to find lasting love,” Kate laughs and Jake raises a brow. “Jackson wants me to date an officer, which is not gonna happen. Sorry, it's just that military life is not for me,” she elaborated.

“It's not for everyone,” Jake admits.

“It's pretty amazing, though, that your dad met your mom on a Christmas tiger cruise. Does that happen often?” Kate asked him.

“Wouldn't know. I'm not really focused on that kind of thing. I'm just here to fly my jet and serve this country,” Jake shrugged.

“You said something at dinner about it having an unhappy ending. What did you mean?” Kate asked.

“Nothing. It's not important.” The two of them walked in silence for a moment. “This place is like a giant maze.”

Jake nodded. “Twenty stories high and almost as long as the empire state building is tall. Here we are,” he came to a stop in front of a doorway.

“Wow. Thanks for helping me get back.”

Jake offered her his thousand watt smile. “Just call me your top gun tour guide. Staterooms are in there.”

Kate laughed. “Okay, thanks. See you tomorrow?” She asked.

“See you tomorrow,” he confirmed before she turned down the corridor to her stateroom and entered it.

“Captain?”

Ron turned from the navigation screens he was looking at the next morning. “Huh. It's Ron. And come on in, please. Hi, Kate, what can I do for you today?” he asked.

“Well, I was thinking about something you said at dinner last night, about meeting your wife on a Christmas tiger cruise,” Kate started.

“Ah, Christmas 1984, yeah. But I should tell you, Barbara and I got divorced a long time ago,” Ron told her.

“I'm sorry. Jake alluded to something at dinner,” she apologized.

“The divorce was tough on him as a kid,” Ron admitted sadly.

“Well, military life is hard on any family,” Kate sympathized.

“I hear you. But, you know, some couples do figure it out. Barbara and I, we weren't the first ones to fall in love on a tiger cruise, you know,” Ron told Kate.

“Do you happen to know anyone that I could maybe talk to about that?” Kate asked.

“I'd have to ask around. Everybody's kind of all over the place these days.”

Kate nodded. It was understandable. “Thanks. There must be such rich history on this ship,” she remarked.

“Well, if you're interested, we do have an archives room. Photos, records. You might find something in there,” Ron told her.

“I'd love to take a look.” Kate smiled.

“What's this for, anyway? A story?” he asked.

“Maybe, I… I don't really know yet,” Kate told him.

“Well, I'd find it interesting. Tell you what, I'll have Jake take you for a look around. He can help you with anything you need.”

Kate raised a brow. “Sir, do you think he's gonna be okay with that? Romance and Christmas?” Kate asked.

“Honestly... No! But it might do him some good.”

Jake happened to walk in just as his dad finished speaking.

“No. I have flight ops, and we're trying to finish all the maintenance logs before the end of the year. I'm too busy, pops,” Jake told him.

“I'll clear your schedule. You get Kate whatever she needs. That's an order, Lieutenant Seresin!” Ron smirked and shot Kate a wink before shooing them away. 

#starset writes #jake seresin x oc #fic:// u.s.s christmas #top gun maverick au #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin fanfiction

[angeygirl]

Dave Miller X reader: In which Dave and the author both embarrass themselves

Saw a post by @dovewingkinnie and took it as a writing prompt lol, Anyway, enjoy Dave being pathetic and socially oblivious.

Uh, alternate timeline where there's not as much of an age gap? Also he's less grouchy then normal but there's a reason for that

Probably cringe but I am free

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Today really could have gone better. An angry mom had decided to take out her son’s “ruined” birthday on you, when you saw the whole thing and could confirm that he was the one who started the fight. He was like 11 and picking on a 7 year old, why wouldn’t you get involved? You hadn’t even been that rough with him, kid was just a brat who couldn’t take being told no. But now here you stood, enduring the barrage of insults to your intelligence and demands to speak with a manager. You weren't paid enough for this.

“Alright, what’s all this?” A voice rasped lazily. Oh great. Dave was on day shift again. Honestly, who let this man be around children? The boy who supposedly couldn’t do anything wrong cowered behind his ‘noble’ mother, who took a few paces back. Sure, tall people could be intimidating, but it was more about Dave having the worst vibes, worst posture and worst breath of just about anyone you knew.

“This one here” The woman snapped with a gesture at you. “interrupted a harmless game my son was playing with one of this little friends. He plays with smaller children all the time and I promise no one ever gets hurt. Someone was just trying to play hero and completely ruined the day.”

Dave quirked an eye brow and looked at you.

You glance at the floor. “That’s not really what happened...” Trying to drown the kid in the ball pit despite the younger one’s protests didn’t sound like harmless fun.

Dave shrugged. “Seems like you’re makin’ more of a ruckus then anyone here.”

The woman began to launch a tirade against Dave, who only stared at her blankly and mumbled ‘yeah yeah, care to get out?’. It wasn’t long before the attack began to have an effect. Something about the guard seemed timid as the woman's voice rose. “And speaking of the employees in this place, do they not have any hiring standards? Why you have to be the most unqualified guard I’ve ever seen. Have you even showered?”

“Just last Friday.” He says with a tiny smirk.

Her face crinkles. “Disgusting. You’re disgusting. And so is this place.”

“You said that already. Now would you care to get out?”

“Not until I get a refund!”

“We don’t give refunds. Says so at the counter.”

“Where’s your-”

“Manager’s in the back stuffing bodies in the animatronics. Want me to get him?”

You don’t outright shudder, but it did always make you uneasy how comfortable Dave was with disturbing jokes.

The woman’s nose wrinkles again. “You really think that is appropriate to say? In the restaurant it was rumoured to happen? With a child right here?”

“Eh, kids love gory stuff like that. Now if our restaurant is so crap, why don’t you just leave?”

The woman grabs her son’s hand and storms out of the building. Dave grins at you with his crooked smile. “That takes care of that.”

“Yeah.” You roll your eyes. “Thanks for coming to my rescue.”

Dave’s grin turns a little shy. “Rescue?”

You shrug. “I dunno.”

He slouches nervously. “What do you mean by rescue?”

“Uh? Nothing really. I mean I guess you could say you vanquished a 'witch' on my behalf.” You add with a chuckle.

Dave smiles sheepishly.

The rest of the afternoon passes uneventfully. You take a quick break before your shift closes out, only to find Dave in the break room fumbling with the coffee pot.

He smiles when he notices you, and slides into the chair next to yours. You try not to scoot your chair back, but even without the invasion of your personal space, his breath is just nasty.

“So… are you doing anything this weekend?” He asks.

“Uh… not much, just going to see a movie with my friends.”

He nods. “I see. There’s only one movie theater in town, I assume you’d go there?”

“I guess so.” You scoot back just a little.

“When?”

“I dunno, we haven't worked it out yet.”

Dave nods and sips his coffee without breaking eye contact.

“What about you?”

He glances away. “Uh… well, I supposed I’m an open book. Haven't decided on anything yet but that just means I’m free if someone were to... invite me to something.”

You nod uncertainly.

“Or! or maybe I’ll just sleep, who knows? Heh.”

“Yeah, you look like you need it, buddy.”

He cracks a shy little smile. The next day passes without much incident, but you notice Dave is definitely trying to chat it up more then usual. On your lunch break you find him sulking in the break room.

“You ok there Dave?”

He sort of whimpers. “Fine.”

“Dave, you are never fine.”

He glares up at you. “Didn’t think I’d need a lunch, turns out I do. And I refuse to touch the pizza in this place.”

You sit down and open your bag, somehow feeling too bad for him not to help. “I’ve got a turkey sandwich here if you want to split it.”

He perks up immediately. “You mean that?”

“Yeah, I guess so.” You hand Dave half of the sandwich and it’s down his throat before you realize he took it. You look up in shock while he smiles awkwardly.

“Uh th-thanks.”

“Yeah... No problem?”

He turns away and giggles slightly, yes, giggles like a shy school girl. He’s annoyingly friendly the rest of the day, but all at once, pulls back and won’t speak. No wonder he was considered the office creep. His weird behaviour rolls over to the next day. At this point you’re best off trying to ignore him, but it’s hard. He’s got such a pleading look on his face while he stumbles through small talk that you don’t know how to tell him off. Luckily the shift manager notices him abandoning his ‘post’ and barks at him to get back to work.

The manager pulls you aside. “You ok there? Looks like Miller won’t leave you alone.”

You nod. “Yeah, he’s not creeping or anything, It’s just annoying.”

“If he tries any funny business, we'll move him back to the night shift, should probably get him on night shift anyway since he refuses to shower.”

You and Dave manage to avoid each other the rest of the day, but as you pack up your things to leave, Dave slides a note over to you and shuffles off. He hangs by the doorway a moment, watching to see if you’ll read it and then scurries away.

You unfold the piece of paper.

‘meet me outside freddy’s at 7’

Oh. No.

Oh no.

No, no, NO!

Dave just awkward, right? Harmlessly awkward, socially clumsy and too forgetful to shower or pack a lunch, right? He wasn't thinking of luring you to the back of Freddy’s around closing time to be less suspicious and then kidnap you or anything, was he? Maybe it was just your manager’s warning putting that idea in your head, but frankly you didn’t think it would be worth it.

You feel a gaze on the back of your neck and realize Dave is still behind you. You shove the note in your pocket and head home. Once there you do some chores, make yourself dinner and settle down to watch TV. It’s almost quarter past seven when you remember the note in your pocket. You take it out a reread it.

“Maybe I’m overthinking...” Dave did seem pretty harmless but honestly, why would you even want to meet up with him? You toss the note in the trash and don’t think about it the rest of the night.

By the next morning you almost forgot about the note, so it takes you a good while to understand why Dave looks so much more sulky then normal. His slouch is less lazy and more sad and he almost seems to be pouting, just a little. Then again, his face was usually locked into one weird expression or another.

The worst thing of it was the way he tilted his head down and looked up at you. A grown man was trying his best attempt at puppy dog eyes. As the day went on, his sulking seemed more genuine. Ah geez, he was pretty pathetic, wasn’t he? Before you went home, you stopped him in the break room.

“Dave, what’s all this about?”

His eyes glint almost tearfully. “You didn’t answer my note.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Why?”

“I didn’t want to.”

“You... didn’t?” His voice nearly breaks. “But you said I rescued you. You gave me your sandwich!”

“You ‘rescuing’ me the other day was a joke, and I didn’t need the whole sandwich since I don’t mind the pizza here so much as you.”

He sniffles. “So none of that meant anything to you?”

“I was just being polite.”

“That! Being polite! Who else would do that for me? Nobody here for certain. I know we hadn't known each other very long, but judging by the way you asked if I was alright earlier it's obvious you care about me!”

“It's really not that much of a commitment. Really, you're overthinking things. Maybe if you showered more other people wouldn't be so turned off by you.”

He tilts his head like a confused dog. “That’s all?”

“Well, it’s hygiene and not being a creep and not joking about dead kids in the robots.”

Dave rubs his wrist nervously. “So you don’t have feelings for me?”

You shudder. “Not a chance.”

He sighs. “I must have jumped the gun. M-my apologies.” He sniffles.

“Don’t worry about it? And just to be clear, you weren't going to kidnap me if I had shown up alone?”

“No promises.” Dave laughs.

As much as that sounded an alarm bell in your head, it sounded like another dark joke.

“No really, I just wanted to talk. I wanted to know why you were ignoring me if you had feelings for me.”

“Well, I don’t. And let’s just keep the small talk to the break room? It’s kinda hard to get my work done with you giving me puppy eyes the whole time.”

Dave nods, and a tint of red spreads in his pale face. "I'm sorry if I was acting..."

"Creepy?"

He nods again. "I wasn't sure what to do. You just... the thought of someone taking an interest in me was a bit overwhelming. I haven't been in love in a very long time, and even if my feelings towards you weren't very strong, imagined attraction can be just as powerful as the real thing."

"Eh, I'm sure there's someone for you out there... somewhere. But you'd have to be willing to clean yourself up first."

"I appreciate the advice, though I don't think it'd be practical right now."

"You'd be surprised how often its relevant."

#if anyone wants a bad ending where he kidnaps the reader just say the word >:3 #dave miller #dave miller x reader #fnaf fanfic #my writing #possibly cringe. definitely free #list of scrapped titles: sad soggy dog. someone thinks he has a chance

[kywaslost]

Night In *Imagine Series Platonic*

A/N: Posting 2 days in a row?? That hasn’t happened in a while lol

Warnings: mentions of bad day

“Birdie? You home?” Hawks called throughout his apartment. He had just gotten off of afternoon patrol, and he knew you had the night off. What he didn’t know was where you had taken off to and what you were up to. He kicked off his boots and pulled off his hero jacket, hanging it up before searching the house for you. He poked his head in several rooms before pushing your slightly ajar door open. He poked his head in to see you curled up in your bed, wings puffed out and spread across the room.

“Oh, hey! There you are!” he smiled softly. “May I come in?” He heard you hum softly as he stepped into the dark room. “You ok in here kiddo?” He plopped himself down on the bed beside you, being cautious of your open wings.

You shrugged your shoulders and hummed in question. “I ‘on’t know, not really feeling it I guess,” you confessed, fiddling with the strings of your hoodie. “Bad day.”

Hawks rested a hand on your knee. “Aw, I’m sorry dove.” He thought for a moment. “Want to have a night in? We can go to the nest and binge tv shows or movies?”

“Sure,” you spoke quietly, sitting up and uncovering yourself from the blanket. Hawks stood, waiting for you to follow. You reached your hand out hesitantly, quietly asking for permission to hold his own. Hawks took your hand in his and let you cling to his arm as he led you into what the two of you liked to call ‘the nesting room’. In reality, it was a room full of blankets, pillows, and soft furniture accompanied by fairy lights and a giant flat screen tv. 

He led you over to a giant pile of blankets and pillows before slowly taking his arm back. “I’m going to go change super quick, and then we can get started, yeah?” You nodded as he gave you a soft smile and left the room. Hawks returned ten minutes later with snacks and drinks. He placed them on the floor beside your ‘nest’ before laying down beside you, pulling one of the many blankets around the two of you.

“Ok with touch?” he asked. You nodded, letting Hawks snake his arm under your neck and around your shoulders. You leaned against his side and watched as he flicked on the tv, scrolling through various streaming services. “What do you want to watch?”

“Doesn’t matter,” you said softly. “I’ll probably sleep through it anyway.”

Keigo chuckled. “Tired?” You nodded against his shoulder. “How about (favorite movie/tv show)?” he suggested. 

“Sounds good to me.” Hawks found your favorite movie/tv show and then reached for the bowl of popcorn he had made. He placed it in between the two of you as the movie started. “So, not a good day, huh?” he asked softly.

“Not really,” you answered, taking a handful of popcorn slowly. “Nothing happened. I guess I’m just having an off day.”

“And that’s a-ok,” Hawks reassured, ruffling your hair slightly. “These days come and go. Just know that I’m here for you, ok?”

“Yeah, ok,” you smiled slightly, slowly falling asleep on your ‘older brother’s’ shoulder. He really did make sure you always felt safe and loved.

#bnha #bnha hawks #mha #mha hawks #keigo #keigo takami #takami #comfort #bnha comfort #mha comfort #x reader #platonic #hawks x reader #hawks x reader platonic #keigo x reader #keigo takami x reader #bad day comfort #hawks imagine

[timemachineyeah]

I am so tired of being disabled. Having one of those Bad Health Days of the kind that make you want to find every single person who ever even implied this was all in your head or something you could will your way past and just, like,

not even hurt them really

just force them to feel it, and then tell them to do the dishes or something while feeling it.

Because when I do not feel this bad, sometimes I get down on myself and think, "maybe other people really do feel as fatigued and impaired as I do" but that's when it's like...it's normal place. Like a 5-6. Where it lives. Where even when I'm being kind to myself I can wind up thinking, "I mean, if I really had to, I could make myself do things, so therefor doesn't that mean I should? And am being undisciplined to not?"

But then it's to 7-9, where it does its dirty work, and I'm just like, "No actually, I could not. Not even if I had to." Like a man could come bursting in here with a fucking gun right now and point it at me on the couch and be like "run", and I'd, like ??? shuffle out ??? or stand and then fall over ???

(and it usually gets to that place because I did force myself to do things anyway while at a 5-6)

Thought this at work. My work takes me to courthouses, where they have things like security and metal detectors and also sidewalk chalk vandalism that says things like "GO BUY ANOTHER AR-15" and "BUY MORE GUNS"

Which means, much like any student attending an American school, or anyone who has ever been to a bar, club, movie theater, concert, hospital, church, or any public location in America, I have had the chance often to think, "What would I do if a gunman showed up right now?"

On bad disability days, days like today was for about an hour where I felt very very bad (but in a boring way that was better than how I feel right now), or like a lot of days where I kind of have to physically coerce my own body to do the thing, when that hypothetical pops into my head, "What if there was just a guy with a gun right now?" I think "Oh, I would absolutely not be able to run. I am so fatigued I don't even know if I'd be able to react."

Thinking about that post about chronic pain. The one that's like, "broadcasting our pain constantly would just be exhausting" (or something like that), as like an explanation for why someone can be in a LOT of really debilitating pain and still be, like, normal on the outside.

And like, yeah, constantly broadcasting how bad you feel is exhausting. And you know what fatigue doesn't give you any extra of? Energy.

But not only is broadcasting a feeling tiring. Feeling is tiring.

See, this is where I start to see how people can mix up chronic fatigue and depression. "Are you sure it's not just depression?" Right? Because a symptom of depression is not feeling anything. And also because depression can have physical symptoms. And because depression is legitimately debilitating on its own and if that were it I shouldn't seek a need to find a more "legitimate" explanation for my illness, as depression is a perfectly legitimate illness and can be disabling all by itself.

I think when people see people with chronic physical illness getting insistent about the physical nature of their illness (see and here is where things get pedantic, of course, because where is the line between a physical, mental, or neurological illness in a microscopic macroscopic strict taxonomy kind if way?), they assume those people are, like, just unwilling to believe their illness could be a mental illness due to stigma. But that's not it. At least for me, it's not it.

(I have, and have had, some great doctors in the ~eight years since this all started, but my first doctors when this all started were not).

But the thing is, at least for me, do you not think "maybe it's just all in my head" wasn't one of the first places I went?

The only way their way of thinking starts to make sense is if you take it to mean, not, "I think you might be dealing with debilitating mental illness, and that might be the best strategy to seek care", but "I think you don't want to get better." And of course, that's wild, because anyone going through what I'm going through would want to get better. And on days like today that is so apparent to me. So the only conclusion becomes, they do not believe me when I tell them how bad it is.

That's what becomes implied. Because if you wanted to get better, you would. It's not really about whether they think my illness is truly mental or physical, it's about whether my illness is real at all. To view me as maybe wanting to keep my symptoms, they have to be able to view them as tolerable, as not that bad, as worth suffering for the excuse to play hooky on life. And the only way they could view my symptoms that way is if they think that I am faking my cooperation, faking my effort, faking the severity of it, lying.

Especially when you are talking to Americans. Land of the Self Help Book. Going to the doctor costs money and I can watch yoga videos online for free. If it's just about getting more sun and talking through my feelings and being kind to myself, uhm, I have done that before. I have gotten so good at that. Let's go. Make lists? Identify problem areas in my life? Clean my damn room? Those are affordable and easy, sure I will do that.

Like do you not think I have done that? Or that I wouldn't if I could?

And not because I don't feel like doing it, in the send of "not in the mood", but because I am not reasonably able to. Which I might express out loud as, "I don't feel like I can", or "I don't feel like doing it", and which a listener may then take to mean, "I lack confidence" or "I am not in the mood", but which in practice means, "I physically sense that I cannot" or "I feel physically restrained from doing it".

But because of the way we use "feel" to mean both "emotion" and "sensation" it comes across twisted. WAIT

EMOTION

SENSATION

Is that the difference??? Wait I feel like I'm having an epiphany.

AUTONOMIC SYSTEMS = your weird body. INPUT and OUTPUT. The shit Cognition don't know 'bout. Takes inputs from everybody, gives outputs to everybody except Cognition. Cognition has to learn about everything it does secondhand from one of the other actors. Other actors can become permanently or temporarily, partially or wholly, incorporated into Autonomic Systems when Cognition loses contact with them.

EMOTION = moods. INPUT and OUTPUT. Like Sensation, it is received by Cognition as External. Unlike Sensation it always has an internal bodily source (so far as we can measure). It receives Inputs from all but Action. Cognition is only partially aware of it. These are basically Sensations that would not exist without Cognition, and are more easily influenced by Cognition than regular Sensation.

SENSATION = physical sensation. INPUT and OUTPUT. Listen, even if your emotions can give you physical sensations, we all recognize the sensation and the emotion are not the same thing? Like how taste and smell are buddies but they still have different jobs. Sensation can have an internal or external source. Sensation can only get inputs from the Autonomic Systems, so gets all other information secondhand. Sensation can only Output to cognition. For this reason Sensation is often (but not always) the most reliable at communicating what Autonomic Systems are doing to Cognition. Sensation is the communications system between not only your Cognition and your Autonomic System, but also your Cognition and the external world.

COGNITION = thinking/intention. INPUT and OUTPUT. What some might (erroneously, in my opinion) call the "self". Your youness. The you that is on purpose that you feel you understand and control. This is where imagination and stories are. This is where math is. This is where your friends' names are. This is where you notice your cat just took a really stinky shit. Your mind palace. Your consciousness. Your continuity of self. IDK. You get it.

ACTION = doing. OUTPUT. You know how you do stuff. And people can see it and hear it if they're around. And you mostly do it on purpose but not always? Ye.

Okay so like if we think of mental illness, mental illness is usually, like and EMOTION and/or COGNITION problem, that are in turn creating more problems down the various lines of communication/interaction, right?

And if we think of physical illness, that's like, more towards the AUTONOMIC SYSTEMS or SENSATION side of things, right?

Oh, now I wanna draw a map. God speaking of self help books I could absolutely make a self help book outta this. Like obviously this is not literally true; it's like a way of thinking about how we've categorized things in health and why, and what that means when trying to communicate your health experiences to your healthcare provider in a way where you won't be misunderstood and can get better as quickly as possible.

And that's I think it.

Is that I want to get better so bad.

Not in a "depressed person in a hole wishing I knew where to find hope" way, but in a "I am so brimming with hope it's heartbreaking every time I get a reality check" way. And as you can imagine, the latter can result in a mood and demeanor that certainly would resemble (and maybe even become) depression. But in the latter depression is not the core cause. In the latter depression is a symptom.

Which is all to say I have thought about my mind and my body and the ribbons tying them together a lot. I have absolutely entertained the idea it's all in my head, and tried to do anything I could to address that if it was the case.

Because I want to get better. So I'm not just going to ignore a perfectly reasonable possible explanation. Sensation gets input from everyone, so maybe it IS something awry in Emotion or Cognition that I'm just only clocking when it gets to Sensation and back to Cognition again - creating sensations like fatigue, pain, and drowsiness, and impairing Cognition further.

But like, my mental health is pretty fine, actually. Like, I'm really good about it. You have never met a more emotionally indulgent and yet incredibly level headed bitch. I have more optimism than I have a right to given the preponderance of the evidence. Is some of that being held together by a couple slices of scotch tape and a sticky note that says "I'm sure it'll all work out :)" holding together, like, something that really shoulda used a hefty portion of a duct tape roll? Yeah probably that's why we don't look at it too long, let's move along on the tour.

But, like, as this bizarre ramble probably illustrates, I am more than willing to examine myself at length to determine if there aren't better ways to think about things or do things that wouldn't make my happier and more productive. I am clearly not lacking introspection or drive.

Which is finally REALLY all to say that on days like today, I may not be confident why I am feeling what I am feeling, but I am one hundred percent damn sure that no one else feeling it could be doing any better.

#timemachine wuz here #disability #cfs/me #fibromyalgia #chronic illness #cn guns #cn gun violence #posting in the weeds #can you tell where the edible hit

[istherewifiinhell]

reading progress: chapter 279

reading highlights: This is the story of a reader. At the same time it is the story of Dokja...

268 bihyung existential crisis

269 4th wall shaking about yjh in danger

calling on the asmodeus favour, literally a deal with a devil

yjh sponser "this guy always did the same thing. he watched yjh suffering from death. he placed the soul of a hopelessly broken man back into the world line of the past"

yjh thoughts "I can't die" "I'll never die here"

are they, you know, life and death companions [there is a pictogram of a hand bent at the wrist]

"I couldn't help laughing. Now we really would live together or die together"

HMO savig his daughter aww

LHS first to stand up "I was waiting" -> do i even need to say it

the old constellations coming back... crying... even god of a small planet

(cheok Jungyeong carrying kdj) great section for men being carried by other men

one day you will get to whip ass SWK i know you will...

uriel lol

sword girls!!! hell yeah! (ljh & jwh)

272 "The transparent shape of Uriel appeared behing Jung Heewon" -> sick. that fucking jjba shit

uriel has a fucking potty mouth

kdj listening to yjh thoughts cause he cant speak (🥺)

"Can't guarantee anything, maybe they all will die" "Let's go"

Giant story of 73 realm starts talking

273 beeg train..

omg its the subway [im riding in front seat of train car.....]

LHS can open the door cause he was the one who did it the first time

kyrgios and Sword saint!!! (kdj visions blurs -> you crying bro?)

274 "I lived in that world alone, I entered the minds of countless characters and became different beings again and again... Therefore I was a regessor who had never regressed... A returnee who never returned... Maybe I was a reincarnator"

HSY -> kdj shadow.

Yjh rushing to grab falling kdj [when they are all falling from the sky]

abyssal black flame dragon... damn

↳275 horror movie shit [taking out constellations in the cover of dark one by one]

kill with a borrowed knife -> about hankim... mwah

sword master held osu in her mouth -> oh like pupby

278 "Good... It was a word used by Yoo Sangah"

LHS demanding to be let out from med ward cause hes all better now

lgy... he so baby... baby boy. [finally getting to see kdj hugging him and crying]

HSY note "Anyway, that's it... Well goodbye, idiot. See you when you come back to earth"

Krygios and sword saint rivals over their disciples

persphone dances with ysa (as ysa??)

Jhw whistles "Ysa is cool"

277 ◼◼ story of the end -> different word for everyone

hsy nightmare. heart complicated at seeing kdj. sees him stabbed. Woof...

hsy and lsk interation... i am thinking about the milfhunter hsy post

kdj ◼◼ 'the final chapter'

ysa "you looked happy after [the scenarios started]" yes girl interrogate him

278 oh shit angel time

Gabriel calls uriel ◼ (i wanna know which insult so bad)

LHS LGY & SYS all get gifts from kdj and are so normal about it (they are being goofballs)

kdj looks tired as hell

↳ gives jhw a suit -> it will be more comfortable (ill bet lol)

jhw things ysa/kdj is a thing (Ljh thinks hes gay)

hmo prosthetic leg -> wow i thought they might just hand wave that. good for him

Jhw "when the epilogue comes kdj won't be alone"

red cosmos and a lily...

kdj ◼◼ isn't final chapter? was he just saying shit?

279 uriels door says URIEL⭐

uriels usb of handcrafted artisanal AMVs

red cosmos jophiel lily gabriel?

JHW oh yeah what the fuck is she supposed to do...

'LHS sitting like a big dull dog. LGY and SYS like baby cats. All watching KDJ' literally perfect fantastic love that.

and also. i wrote down everything the giant story "said"

The story stated on a train. There was a soldier who wanted to be righteous. There was the strongest loneliest man in the world. There was also a woman who hid herself for others. The sword demon wounded after losing a relationship was met. A child born in the gap between past and future wept. There was the strongest small person in the world. The world of the strongest giant was saved. Finally there was a man who knew the ending of all these worlds. This is the story of a reader. At the same time it is the story of Dokja. Only this story... The woman who woke up from a tigers crouch and laughed while holding a sword to destroy evil. The boy who lost his mother and held the insect in his hand cried. The man who built the castle roared for the family that wouldn't come back. The woman who built up the truth by lying gladly became his shadow.

rotating: very clear on this one. fucking finally. I'm thinking about how kdj did all that to keep yjh alive. how he convinced him, and the sponsor, not to regress, how he tried to shove him healing items he couldn't swallow. He had to use ORV to hear yjh thoughts, cause he was too injured to speak. Grinding a pill into a paste so he could swallow it. I'm thinking about all that.

also. holy fucking mana from the gods. tho thats not a good phrase to use in this story. finally. finally. hsy... there she is. the loaded gun, the last resort. The one who works in parallel but behind the scene. The borrowed knife. The person having nightmares seeing KDJ, seeing him get stabbed. Like how she stabbed him. Hello Han Sooyoung, there you are, there's your motivation, there's your internal self.

#some shit #orv blogging #okay. i gotta fucking eat lol #just joy joy joy. finally i feel like i have a fraction of an understanding of hsy. it only took... [check the record] 277 chapters #desperate to keep learning more #also... i dunno if saving someone from death actually counts as access intimacy but... you know. it was intimate....

[misiwrites]

4KINGDOMS RE-READ ADVENTURE part 6

it's been a while. i got back in hopes of finding motivation to keep editing the next chapter to post

Chapter 23: rei being dramatic about max part 154349605 (is there any other content in this entire fic, well yes when it's takao and kai instead)

rei just sounds like he's massively in love with max. already. the story has barely started

wheezed at giancarlo attempting to explain to rei what an answering machine is and rei is just I DONT CARE

this part where giancarlo finds max collapsed and all wet sounds familiar. tfw it's supposed to be rare or "impossible" for max to soak himself and he's already done it twice in this story. i want to think i wrote this in as a prelude to the latter because

He had multiple types of magic to become untouchable by water, too. Unless he really was being threatened by something, there was no way he’d become incapable of using any all of a sudden.

yes indeed! isn't it so!

Chapter 24: heterosexuality takes max to his bed

this one just casually starts off with max describing himself as "a lump of raw meat on a butcher's bench" i-- yes that's your life in my fics. nice that you noticed

so this is where max sees rei with mao and realises oh shit that hurts. oh shit i think i like him. and then he's like "Please, Goddess, if it’s like this, I don’t want it" HAHA brutal. i like it. this chapter had several okay-sounding lines? looks like the curse of the previous batch that i read has been lifted because these aren't as bad. i did some minor editing for more dramatic effect tho lol

Chapter 25: takao finds out that kai, who doesn't know what friends are, has made a friend

i keep repeating takao talking about "cotton candy clouds" and i think it's not intentional but it makes it sound like he's constantly thinking about candy. let's say it's the kind of deal where if you repeat something enough (by accident) it becomes a motif

so takao has a dream about seiryuu that feels like it's trying to tell him something… hmm now what could that be. seiryuu is just a big ass snek floating on the sky in the dream.

gramps casually announces that takao and kai will do a fencing match together next week. it's pretty funny really how ryuunosuke in this story is somehow a mentor figure to both rei and kai. in very different ways but still

i feel like this sums up takao and kai's relationship:

I wanted to imagine that we’d spent a fairly good first week together, even if I hadn't exactly had a single decent conversation with Kai yet.

there's a bit about ralf finding out that takao's been talking to souichirou and takao is like yeah sorry! i won't lie to you again. [proceeds to constantly lie to him throughout the story] so clearly that didn't work out

Chapter 26: max lies in bed. that's it that's the chapter

it's the gay reimax stuff. again. i'll just say i like this passage:

I closed my eyes and lowered my head to place a cheek against my arm, listening to him talk without actually listening to a single word. His voice was like a brook, a delicate spring that I could have listened softly trickle down to my ear for hours on end. And then I thought of all the words said in his voice that would never be meant for me.

the max introspection really ramps up. his thoughts flow really well here, he's so aware of being a jealous little shit when really he's supposed to be happy that rei's got mao.

then judy comes over to his bed like i know you're sick and all but get a grip son. you're cringe

Chapter 27: did i already mention this fic is heavier on the reimax than i maybe realised?

i can't believe the chapter numbers are briefly almost even here. then max chapters just POOF! stop being a thing and he falls behind

anyway so rei is to olivier like. man i'm so fucking bored here that i may kill myself if you don't let me watch movies or whatever. and olivier says: no

actually. this just made me laugh out loud:

Olivier’s response was a nonchalant “no” and that I should either hone my calligraphy skills or learn to paint if I was so bored[…]

"hmm, no! but have you considered: art✨"

AS DID THIS:

I now felt so sick from worry that the green tea I’d had earlier was making its way back up my throat. I could only place my hopes on Giancarlo to stop Max from doing anything stupid.

Giancarlo did not stop Max from doing something stupid.

sooo max is a stupid gay idiot and comes to rei's place sick just to give him a DVD player. cute little detail also that rei charges all the devices with his magic (without realising it)

ah my favourite. when max realises that brushes in the west are human-sized

mao mentions the idea that she'd want to host a ball! ball mentioned! the BALL HAS BEEN DROPPED

max is embarrassed about feeling disgusted by having seen rei and mao together. rei is embarrassed about feeling disgusted by mao hinting at their wedding. they are a delightful disaster! there was exactly one takao chapter in here i'm sorry. for any readers out there. because someone evidently has read this? why

#i read my own fic and die while at it #4kingdoms stuff

[psioniciris]

Blood Blossoms & Other Healing Herbs

Hey guys! Sorry it’s been so long since my last post. Been doing a lot of investigating around Amity Park and research in general so there’s so much history here. I barely know where to start half the time when it comes to what topics to talk about because there are so many.

So in the end I decided hey, why not talk about some interesting facts I’ve learned about natural anti-ghost deterrents? You know, the usual where we separate fact from fiction when it comes to what works and what’s nothing but Hollywood movie magic. I actually have a friend that knows a lot about this sort of thing so I got most of my information from them.

Oh! And huge shout out to Danny who let me borrow this antique sketch of his ghost hunting ancestor, John Fenton Nightingale, which I’ll get into talking about a bit later. He’s not the friend I’m talking about either by the way but I did learn a lot thanks to him and talking to his parents. Boy was that an experience because it took forever to get them to let me leave. I get that they were excited to talk to me about their ghost expertise but my dad wasn’t thrilled that I got home hour later than planned. Danny warned me this would happen but I guess I underestimated their enthusiasm.

Anyways, in my experience, nothing beats the classics but for safety reasons I would take a minute to share a quick disclaimer and tell everyone be sure to take what I’m about to say with a grain of salt since a lot of it only works in specific situations depending on the kind of ghosts we’re talking about here. Sadly, as much as I wish the joke I snuck in there was true the myth about making lines or circles of salt to ward off or trap ghosts and evil spirits doesn’t seem to work. But what does work is the thought behind doing it in the first place since its usually a means to cleanse an area of negative energy...

You see, just like the rest of us ghosts have feelings too, but theirs are a bit more intense than others because they’re now supernatural beings whose powers are often tied to their emotions. Some ghosts even feed off of OUR emotions to gain more power, especially through very strong or negative ones so its a good idea to keep your spirits up around them And I mean that literally since it will help make you a lot less appetizing to them. That’s why even if the actual method of purifying your home isn’t a surefire way to keep ghosts and other unfriendly visitors away I’d highly suggest doing it anyway by doing things burning sage, aka smudging, or placing crystals around your home.

On the topic of plants, the best known ghost repellent is called Blood Blossom. It’s an ancient plant that once grew in Salem and a few other isolated locations I’m still looking for back in the 1600′s and was used in a wide variety of ways, including cooking if you can believe it! Unfortunately though, as far as I’m aware of this rare flower went extinct some time ago and you can’t find live specimens of them anywhere. I did manage to track down a sample of some petals that had been pressed between the pages of an old journal and according to my friend, these flowers were often used in to make all kinds of things ranging from  tea, since they’re edible believe it or not, to healing salves made with a mixture of other medicinal herbs with natural anti-ghost properties.

There are a lot of herbs you can still find today that can help keep ghosts and other spooky stuff away, but I won’t list them all since that would take forever. All you need to know is that most stories about plants with supernatural powers? Yeah, almost all of them are true. They’re not as powerful as those ancient Blood Blossoms were according to all the books I’ve read, but if you know what you’re doing most of them can get the job done of keeping you safe.

And like I said before though, using any of these plants only works in a case by case scenario. For one thing, yes wolvesbane can act as a werewolf repellent if you need it, but the real plant is extremely poisonous to humans so I’d suggest against planting any in your garden without the proper safety equipment:

“... Since ancient times, poison made from wolfsbane has been used to coat swords and arrows in battle, execute criminals, commit murder, and has made its way into many spells and rituals. In medieval Europe, some magical uses for the plant wrapping wolfsbane seeds in lizard’s skin and carrying them to become invisible (if you ever try this, please report back!), warding off werewolves and vampires, and shapeshifting into animals.” ~ https://www.osgf.org/blog/2021/10/25/the-most-magical-plants

No matter what you do though, always do your research before trying anything out! It’s never a good idea to mess around with unfamiliar plants and herbs either way unless you know which ones are safe. Leave the ghost hunting to the professionals like the Fenton’s (kinda) or our very own Danny Phantom. Honestly, I’d say the easiest thing to do is carry some mint leaves on you since that’s the safest to get and on it’s own it isn’t harmful to anyone, only bad ghosts who let’s face it...could probably use a breath mint anyway.

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[veryfancydoilies]

hello there 🎅🏼 here!

i do apologise for my untimely responses, i will try to respond quicker from here on out. based on your response to my last ask, we seem to have the same interests. how lovely. i think classic rock music was my introduction to all things vintage. i have been a classic rock fan for a while now and i don’t think that will change anytime soon. besides music, i do enjoy watching a lot of older films, especially ones from the 40s-50s. i always think there’s something special about them.

i do enjoy listening to many of the bands you mentioned. i don’t recall whether i mentioned this in my last ask but i am a huge fan of the beatles and kinks! you mentioned you like the beatles, what’s your favourite song by them? favourite album? mine faves always change so it’s always difficult for me to pick a favourite haha.

antiques! oh finally someone who is a fan of antique things. not too many of us now, is there? do you collect? i am an antique collector, though lately i’ve been slacking in that department since moving to a new place. i do want to try and pick it back up soon. just need to find some good antique places in my area.

well it was great hearing from you again. also, i took a gander at your pinned post and i wanted ask you questions 13, 15 & 18 :)

Hello there! It’s alright, I totally get how difficult it can be. I’ve been busy myself. I’m a full-time student and finals are coming up. I still have a lot of studying to do. I told my Secret Santa…partner (What do we call the other person messaging with the Secret Santa??) that I may take me some time to respond.

So classic rock was what got you interested in vintage things. How interesting. For me it was classic films definitely. I think I got into much older films after one of my teachers in I think elementary school mentioned the actress Elizabeth Taylor in class. I got curious and looked her up on the Internet. Soon after that, I got interested in other old Hollywood actresses and then eventually started watching the films. Do you have any favorite actresses from the 40s and 50s? I really like Bette Davis, Vivien Leigh, Barbara Stanwyck, and Joan Fontaine. Before that I would watch a lot of movies with my dad. Not really old films but ones I would say are like 80s and 90s nostalgia so Jurassic Park, The Goonies, the Indiana Jones movies, and Who Framed Roger Rabbit. That’s what made me love films. In fact, I used to be a film major! I would listen to the oldies with my dad too but I only became a more serious fan fairly recently. I listened to some 60s music on Spotify one day and I was soon obsessed with that era. Classic Rick was my top genre on Spotify.

Oh lovely, another Kinks fan! Isn’t Ray Davies a songwriting genius? The lyrics in their songs are so wonderful and inventive. This may be controversial but I like their music better than the Beatles. It’s a shame their fame didn’t really reach the same heights as The Beatles. I think them being banned in America may have contributed, unfortunately. I’ve been hearing talk about them releasing a new album or something like that? Anyways, love them alot. My all-time favorite Kinks song is Sunny Afternoon ☀️.

Yes, I love the Beatles too. Oh yeah I get it. It’s hard for me to pick favorites too. By the way, what did you think of Now and Then? I thought it sounded a little off but otherwise good. My favorite Beatles songs And I Love Her (sooooo pretty and romantic. This song is one of their crowning achievements if you ask me), Eleanor Rigby (sad song about loneliness), Dear Prudence, Girl, and She’s Leaving Home (love the violin and story in the lyrics). As for favorite album, I don’t really have one but I do like Rubber Soul and its sort of fall aesthetic. What about you? What are your favorite Kinks and Beatles songs? You can say multiple if it’s too hard! Also, do you have a favorite Beatle? Mine is George but also like John and Ringo?

I try to collect antiques here and there but it’s not really a serious hobby. I love going to antique stores and thrift stores and just browsing. The one item I do remember getting from a antique book was an old book about Joan Crawford films. It has pictures from her films and the reviews from the time they were released. Really the only antiques I “collect” are the ones I see on Tumblr. Those shoes from the 1940s I reblogged? So pretty, right? Is there a specific type of antique you like the most like clothing, art, books?

Thank you asking those questions from the ask game! I rarely get the chance to play them. I hardly ever get asks. So…

13. Song with the most peculiar sound

It sounds spooky in the beginning, doesn’t it? Like what you’d hear in a haunted house. I think it does well to convey the madness and terror of war.

15. Most danceable track

If there was a song that made me want to get up and dance, it’s this one and I’m not a dancing person at all! Whenever I hear it, I have the urge to move around a little quicker.

18. Song that describes my year

My year has really not been much different from the one that came before. I rarely do anything different so I get bored of it just like the singer. I don’t literally want to run away. I love my family and home. I like going to school and learning. I want to “run away” figuratively. Have some adventure and take risks, you know? I go to school but I want do so much more. I’d love to travel to other countries.

PLEASE ask me more from the ask game. This was fun and I’d love to answer more. Anyways, talk to you another time. Bye and Happy Holidays!

#secret santa #ask game

[musicwaman]

stuff happened today? not much to talk about I feel.

I was late to picking up my friend carmen. I had to shower and I was late when I started showering lol. I like to stay in bed. actually i’m kind of lying about that, but since i’m saying this to a void that could look back whenever it wants to, i’m not going to say it. wonder how that could affect my future if I did talk about it? I assume my digital footprint is large… eh, you probably understand anyway?

anyway, stepdad, john, was a bit annoyed, and the whole guilt of being like 20 minutes late to picking up my best friend kinda made me step back and go, “oh, yeah I should actually do something about this.” and I will. I will actually try being on time for once. hm..

so, we picked up carmen, who, despite being 20 minutes late, hadn’t even started getting ready? it’s ok tho, she got ready in like 6 minutes. oh also, carmen had to leave around 4:30, she plays basketball and had to leave for her game! pretty cool stuff. in her opinion. I don’t really care about sports, and I told her that I would probably go watch her game, but I just.. don’t want to lol. I don’t really find it all that interesting. and also don’t want to go to a place where there’s.. people *shudder.*

alright, so, me and carmen went for a walk, and she wanted to get back at my house by 2:45. we both realized we walked a bit to far to be back that soon, and I was just going to, you know, normally turn around and walk the other way. but carmen, NOTICED A PART OF A FENCE THAT WAS KNOCKED OVER, AND STEPPED THROUGH IT. oh yeah also good to mention our walk had many little curves and turns and whatnot. so yeah, THEN SHE TELLS ME TO FOLLOW HER. this was so abysmal to me, and it felt like a movie. she was the brave one, taking the more dangerous path through a mini-forest with thorns everywhere, and I was the cowardly one, wanting to take the safer path, the path I trusted and the path I knew. so ermm.. what did I do? well my cheeks got red out of confusion and I followed her. ow, those thorns though. so yeah, we’re still going through this forest, and we see some non-foresty bits, cool, we head out there, us both nearly tripping and falling on the weird red thorn twig thing that came out of the ground, did a little loop and went back it. as we keep walking, we see that this field was massive! and there was a little patch of trees in the middle of it, which housed a nice shady place. there was also a house close to where we were standing. it was an odd yellow house, didn’t think much of it, but we kept our distance… carmen walks through the center trees and once I get there as well we notice an iron-chain fence around the perimeter. I think nothing much of it, and carmen suggests, to get home faster, we should hop the fence. i’ve never hopped a fence, and I don’t intend to. so what did I do?? I noticed the entrance, with the gate wide open- then I realized. oh shit, i’ve been here before. I ran over to the entrance of the of the gate and sure enough, right on the front. “NO TRESPASSING”. ah, ok, so carmen and me just trespassed over someone’s private property. i’m sure that’s fine 👍

me and carmen follow the road to go home, and obviously make it there successfully. then I kinda cuddled up on her while wahr went on her phone until her mom came to pick her up at 4:30 for her game. I wished her good luck and so did john. :)

that’s the most important thing that happened. pretty cool, looking back on it now. can’t believe we didn’t get caught trespassing.

god, i’ve said way to much stuff and I’m real fucking tired I almost fell asleep 4 times typing this.

good night.

ohhh my god I woke up and I guess I literally just fell asleep after writing good night I didn’t even post it augh im still tired. but now i’m posting it.

#my thoughts #autism #self love #loveyourself