#god i actually took more than 30 minutes to write this what

[euphor1a]

hello. just wanted to say that I love all your works.

funny story, your fic was actually the first ever fanfic that I read. it was a little over a year back, I was in a not-so-good headspace. and just searched up 'yeonjun fanfic' on google lmao just for the heck of it. tried wattpad, was scarred💀 twt was just not for me. and then tried tmblr and was greeted by one of your yeonjun drabbles. ngl, I was a little taken aback at the liberal use of the obscene words lmao. and then since I didn't know how to actually use tmblr, I just read all of your works. and I mean all. so the works that literally don't even exist anymore, I've read them too!

so I've been with your works way back when you were cupidchois. and my tmblr journey began with you so you're like the OG for me lol.

also, the not-so-good-headspace was due to this huge huge life changing entrance exam I had and your fics provided comfort. but when the exam date was too near, I stopped using tmblr for like 3 months.

but before going, I read whatever little part of bewitched you had written and remember thinking that okay when I come back after all this time, it might be a completed series. also, the release date for the yj sugarpapi fic was 14 feb but you said you needed more time. and I thought yeah I'm gonna be gone a long long time. it'll be there when I come back.

if only I knew lol. when I came back you had a brand new blog, half of your fics were missing, sugarpapi never came out, and get this, bewitched had actually gone BACKWARDS because you decided to rewrite it! lmfao, I'm not tryna sound rude or pushy at all. please dont take it the wrong way. the situation was just sooo funny.

so yeah, that's my history with your blog lol.

anywhoo, love your works a whole lot and thank you for introducing me to this hellsite without even knowing it<3

much love<3

... wow 😭😭😭, i’m genuinely struggling to find words to type here. Goodness. This is making me feel so many emotions like kdghfghfgh HOLD AWN 😭

!!! Thank you so much for sending this in, first of all?? This is like a peak moment™ of my tumblr life i’m not even kidding 😭!!! Especially because I kinda ended up joining tumblr in a very similar way, except that my OG was far more consistent than me with their blog and works 😅! Take me back to 2017 pls—

I’m pretty sure a lot of us here actually started out with just searching up fanfics on google and then finding tumblr in the search results. Because same! I did not know something like tumblr existed and my experience with wattpad was equally traumatising 😵; thank god for the hellsite. It sure is very annoying at times but it’s also nice that we can have our own little bubble here!

Lsjskdjkfj “liberal use of the obscene words” IM DYING 😭! Thank you for still reading them though 😭! A part of me is very embarrassed because I’ve... well, grown to find my old stuff very poorly written (hence all the rewriting) but a part of me is? Super fucking flattered? And proud? THANK YOU 🙈🙈

The fact that whatever the fuck I wrote actually provided comfort to a human being is enough for me to just go on and quit everything and live a life of a saint. It’s crazy... I never dared to imagine that my writing could actually do that? Because I always think that whatever I write is pretty forgettable tbh. Like you read it and move on and never think back. Anyway, I hope you are feeling better now, lovely 🥺! I’ve been in similar places throughout my life and damn I know how badly education related pressure fucks you up :(

Ah yes... Bewitched. Sigh. I have a love-hate relationship with that kid. I think I have mentioned this before in some random rant post, but god, rewriting is so hard. Because I spend most of the time regretting how I wrote it instead of the actual fixing and editing and rewriting. I won’t abandon it, but at this rate I’m not sure when I’ll be able to invest myself completely in rewriting either. It’s only harder because my daydreams have no ends and the amount of newer wips that I want to finish and post keeps increasing. And to top it off, there’s ✨real life✨, being an absolute pain in the ass constantly.

Also Sugarpapi 😭! It’s honestly me vs. the unrealistic high standards I’ve set for myself at this point. But you know what? I’ll take my time with it. Because I think taking it slow is better in all aspects. Like yeah, I could just half-ass it and put all the pressure in the world on myself to finish it sometime soon, but we all know that’ll be a mess itself, and will make me one too. It’s coming. I promise. Maybe in another year 💀

“If only I knew” — me at least twice a day skshksjk 😭;; it be like that 🙁! Apologies for the unexpected jump-scares you got from my whole new blog and all :'))

I will eventually repost the works people wanted to be reposted — surprise, almost all of my cupidchois’ masterlist actually ended up there after I rounded everything up (and almost nothing from my bts blog minus the reactions), so there’s that. And, I can’t even explain how much this ask actually means to me. Crazy stuff. Life changing.

Thank you so much!!! I’m sending you a parcel full of positive energy and my love, which is not enough but it’s the best I can do atm </3

#📬; aleyna’s mailbox #jealusty #🌸; my petals! #your username is 🤲🏼 #god i actually took more than 30 minutes to write this what #i was just causally checking my notifications before bed and saw your ask #and it made me feel so elite like i felt so important 😆 #wow.... thanks again! #i should probably go to sleep now tho kdhkdhk it’s 4:30 am yikes 😳 #for safekeeping 💌

[colourstreakgryffin]

Hii could I request Alastor x fem(or gn if you don't write fem)reader who is part of vees?? Like imagine meeting where velvet and Carmilla got into fight so can you do that but with reader and maybe like after meeting how it looked?

Hehe! I write female and how ironic is that, whilst I love Hazbin Hotel, I haven’t gotten the chance to watch the show since I am motherless broke and waiting for all of it to go onto YouTube so I am gonna have to guess this shit! Once again… kinda short, sorry!

Alastor- Little Mistake

Alastor has always thoroughly disliked the Vs of the Overlords. Vox is obnoxious and egoistical, Valentino is sensual and annoying, Velvette is bratty and loud. But you… you’re not that bad. You’re the only V that doesn’t get under his skin and he does find you interesting so, throughout most Overlord meetings, he always sideyes you whilst you’re besides Velvette to see how you’ll respond to Carmilla

And respond to Carmilla you did. Making it a big song and dance that you don’t need to respect a fellow Overlord. Overlords barely respect one another so you don’t feel obligated in the slightest to respect her, which caused much friction throughout the other Overlords and deemed the meeting over

Alastor was amused by all of it. You’re much more calm, level-headed, less loud and sophisticated as compared to your fellow Vs and you’ve proven to Alastor that you do have quite the rebellious spirit and are determined to stick to your beliefs

He is impressed. He likes that

You just made a boring, insignificant meeting about ten thousand times better by beginning to argue with Carmilla over her statements and choices, and now, Alastor is hookline sinker for what is about to happen

Alastor may or may not rub you embarrassing yourself in front of your Vs and the Overlords in your face after everybody exits the meeting room and he tracks you down effortlessly, mainly thanks to his incredible shadow magic

Everybody else is so tense and avoiding you, cringing out of their skin at your lashout to their head… except the Vs, who are cheering your stand-up on whilst Alastor is already parting from the group to speak to you about what he wants to speak about

Those piercing crimson red eyes basically glare into your soul as he proclaims with a smirk. He expresses that he doesn’t hate you like he hates your fellow Vs

“I thought you were a good girl~ that wasn’t how good girls behave, my dear”

You don’t even want to hear it from him so you already attempt to regroup with the Vs(who are all proud of you, may I say) but Alastor has other plans and he doesn’t plan for this conversation to be cut so short so rudely, so he steals away you and your time. Is he in love with you? Well, he definitely likes you more than he’ll ever admit

“Oh. You’re so inconsiderate, darling. I was speaking to you and you just turned your back. That is not ladylike at all, don’t you want to give me, at least, a smile~?”

Needless to say, Alastor did indeed both find your butting heads with Carmilla Carmine very amusing, very interesting, very fun to poke fun at and especially… quite attractive— oh god. Did he actually think that? He did. He cannot believe how quickly a simple Overlord like yourself, a member of the Vs, have managed to make him smitten in any fashion

Alastor will make his amusement over your fight with Carmilla obvious, he presses you against the wall and speaks with the radio effects on full blast to make sure you pay attention and whilst he’ll shut out your fellow Vs, he’ll make you look at him and acknowledge him

Alastor teases you nonstop through the maybe 20-30 minutes he took talking to you about the incident in that big room. He openly expresses how much he enjoyed a good girl like you going bad but he hopes you stay obedient when you come to the Hotel. You don’t know what he is blabbering on about, though, Alastor knows you’re too good for the Vs and you’ll come to get redeemed any day now

And when that day comes, he will happy rub it more into your face. Maybe, give that face a bit of a kiss before sending you off

“Ah. Ah~ it’s not creepy, it’s acknowledgment. Creepy would be me following you around all the time. I was merely entranced by your behaviours and may I say, you’re better than those mindless idiotic Overlords you associate yourself with”

#hazbin hotel #hazbin headcanons #hazbin hotel radio demon #hazbin hotel imagines #hazbin hotel headcanons #hazbin hotel characters #vivziepop hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #romantic alastor #alastor headcanons #alastor x reader #alastor #radio demon x reader #radio demon #vivziepop #hazbin hotel crush #crush headcanons #romantic alastor x reader #romantic headcanons #crush stuff #teasing #naughty naughty Alastor

[bigwishes]

Caption Drop

[still struggling to get into the swing of writing full length stories after being so burnt out so have some captions instead]

Ryan

Ryan snapped a pic of himself waiting for something to happen. He had just submitted an ask to an online wishing website. Ryan had always had a body odour fetish ever since college when he would sneak a whiff of his team mates tank tops after practice but he didn't feel like slamming out 50 or 100 push ups to build up a sweat to jerk off to so his request was simple "I wish I had extremely potent stench". A few seconds passed and his arm pits began to feel stuffy, suddenly he began to smell a faint whiff of body odour, he lifted up his arm and smirked as the stench got worse and worse, soon his smirk turned to a frown as a green cloud began to lift from his entire body, he began to drip with sweat as the horrible odour clung to him. Ryan sat up in his bed at watched as all his clean clothes hanging up on the rack fell to the floor with a loud wet slap as they all became drenched in sweat. He let out a loud belch against his will that stunk like protein, every second the stench radiating off his body got worse and he couldn't help but feel his hard dick pump cum into his pants with every sniff, contributing to the smell. Ryan tried his best to find the wishing website in his history but no matter what he looked for he couldn't find it, and he couldn't make the stench go away.

-- Craig

Craig was a 24 year old trying to get big, he constantly jerked off to guys who could barely fit through doors online so when he got a pop up add for GIGA GROWTH PROTEIN that promised to swell him up he instantly clicked on it. $100 later and a parcel arrived on his door step. He instantly mixed up a shake and skulled in. Craig knew he would have to work out to actually put on muscle but he still went to the bathroom and flexed in the mirror with a tinge of optimism. He suddenly felt strange was his stomach made a loud gurgling sound. His shouldered widened, his arms grew thicker. Craig flexed and posed as he watched his slim frame pack on pound after pound of muscle almost out of nowhere, after a few minutes he was the size of a bodybuilder. His stomach made another loud gurgling sound and suddenly **FWOOMP** his six pack abs instant bloated out into a big gut. Shocked Craig desperately tried to push it back in, but forcing pressure on it only made him burp. He looked at himself in the mirror a giant young muscle bear.

--

Konner

Konner had been a bodybuilder for close to 15 years, he had competed in show after show, it was how he made his living but he had a problem most guys would consider a blessing. Posers were uncomfortable, his dick never sat in them right. Plus whenever he got down to really showcase his legs he was worried his dick was going to slip out, every now and again he would have guys stare down at his massive bulge when he wished they look at his hulking body. Sitting alone pumping his legs before he was about to go on stage he felt his dick slip in an uncomfortable way almost poking out above the waist band of his poser. "I wish this thing was easier to manage" Konner said out loud without even thinking about it. Suddenly he watched his dick twitch and spasm under the fabric. With each twitch the fabric seemed to get looser and looser, and his muscled seemed to swell slightly bigger.

"WHATS HAPPENING" Konner yelled paniced as he watched his blessing from god shrink. It only took a few seconds for his 11 inch softie to shrivel up into a 2 inch grub, but almost like a trade he seemed to pack on an extra 30 pounds of size.

Konner stared down at the loose fabric, it was enough to make a grown man want to cry, his gigantic manhood was now nothing more than a pathetic little gummy worm that was almost impossible to make out under the loose fabric.

#male transformation #muscle #muscle transformation #male tf #tf story #transformation #gay transformation #reality change #musk

[taintedcries]

HAII !! ur valentine scenarios seem so cute and i would love 2 join !!

can i request me ‘n dazai (🤢🤮🤮🤮) going out shopping to decorate the agency office ? like they’re keeping it a secret from every1 else and plan to go to work early the next day and dazai is js bring dazai …

thank u sm in advance !! have fun <3

YOU MYSTIFY ME !

GOING SHOPPING WITH DAZAI

Going out shopping with this man is the greatest mistake you made your whole entire life, he is a menace.

He’ll go through every aisle in the store and pick out the most ridiculous valentine’s props, sometimes he’ll behave and actually pick out something good (keyword : sometimes)

“[NAME]!! Look!” He called your name out as you look over at him, dumbfounded. “What the actual fuck is that ‘Samu?”

“Hmm? Don’t you like it??” He asks as he put on the ridiculous pink hat on himself and held out those pink glasses in front of him, “No, what in the hell is that?!”

The first time he actually showed a decent prop, you cried tears of joy

“Pstt! [NAME].... I found this thing it’s super cute!” You didn’t spare him a glance as your eyes looked around the aisles selling chocolates “No, Dazai. We won’t be buying those weird stuffs you found”

“You haven’t even seen them!” He whined, you let out a long sigh as you turned to him, fully expecting him to bring you a pink bandage roll and some other weird stuffs.

“..........”

“.....”

“...........”

The silence was broken by Dazai, “Uhm.. So are we buying this or not?..” He felt nervous under your silenced gaze, fully expecting you to either deny or shout at him. “Dazai… Who the hell possessed you? Why is this actually good?”

He was shocked you thought he couldn’t pick out something nice

After shopping for some props you guys decided to just make one your own, since, all the props sold by the markets are.. Questionable.

Dazai decided to crash to your place to make the props cause apparently “your place is more comfortable than mine” according to Dazai.

“Dazai be useful and help me paint these boxes reddish pink for god’s sake.” You glared at him watching as he dangles his legs from your couch

“I am being useful! I’m cheering you on from over here~”

You threw a box (empty & small) across his face

He finally decided to help you after whining and complaining about how it hurts when you threw the box at him

He decided to be a menace once more and dipped his finger in paint and draw a line on your arm while you were busy writing something

Safe to say you guys fought for a whole fifteen minutes and was covered in paint by the time the fight was over

But anyways!

You guys finally made the props and it turned out quite decently, for some reason, but who are you to complain?

“It’s already 1:30 AM, we should go to sleep if we still want to go to the agency’s building early.” You said as you checked the time

“Wooo! I’m crashing your couch for tonight!~”

“Clean yourself up first you idiot! I don’t need my couch to be stained by pink & red paint!” You hit his head and pushed him to the bathroom

“Oww! Fine fine!”

05:30 AM

“Dazai wake the fuck up! We need to set the decorations plus props up the agency!” You whisper-shouted, he whined about waking up in the morning and regretting the plan he made himself. Honestly? Loser, who told him to come up with this?

“No one cares, quick get up and shower, you stink.”

He gasped and whine about how he doesn’t stink (he actually doesn’t but you just said it to make him go shower)

He reluctantly went into the shower anyways

You prepared some toast with scrambled eggs inside for him to eat after he gets out of the bathroom

After you guys were done, it was time for the hard task. Carrying the decorations inside the agency wasn’t hard, but the props… 

You guys argued over who was gonna carry it (you ended up carrying it anyways)

Took a while to get all of them inside, even more when you had to actually think of where to set it up! You kind of regret agreeing to decorate the agency with Dazai of all people.

“Why is it so hard to decorate a rooommm!!” Dazai whined, seriously. All he does is whine about this, why do you even like this guy again? “Shut up unless you want to be the one carrying these items to their respective locations!”

You guys got it done last minute though! Congrats!

Kunikida walked in just in time to see you choke Dazai for being annoying though..

'mmmm... sorry if this isnt up to your expectations D: ... i kind of started working on this at uhmm 11 PM-3 AM?? LMAO..

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd x reader #dazai x reader #bsd dazai #bungou stray dogs dazai #bungou stray dogs x reader #[足赤 ] — valentine's special

[lovingperfectionsblog]

Tout

Pierre Gasly x Reader

Summary: Pierre needs help writing a love letter.

Warnings: Language, little bit of drinking mention.

Word Count: 2402

Authors note: I am so sorry this took so long, there has been so much going on my side. I hope it is okay and I can’t wait to hear what you all think 

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“Open up!” Charles knew Pierre was hiding behind the hotel door, but he wasn’t letting his friend miss out on another night of drinks with the other drivers, “Come and get drinks with us mate!”

His knocking was incessant.

“I am busy Charles!” Pierre looked as frustrated as he sounded, pulling the door open so quickly that Charles was momentarily concerned it may come off its hinges, “no drinks tonight, not until I’m done.” Offering no further explanation as he retreated back into his room, closing the door behind him as he left.

Charles braced his hand against the closing door and followed Pierre in, gearing up to argue with him about having to take a break from work and try and convince his friend that this is what they all needed after the abysmal season so far, but instead he was stopped mid thought when he saw Pierre’s bed, littered with crumpled up papers, notepad abandoned amongst them and a very distressed looking Pierre sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands.

“Mate, what’s going on?” it was only when Pierre briefly looked up to his friend that he noticed the very small sliver on a tear beginning to brim, “Shit, are you okay?” Charles stood awkwardly, unsure of what was happening, but sure that if it was enough to make Pierre cry it was bound to be awful.

“She’s going to leave me” Pierre hated saying it, but he knew this was exactly where it was headed.

“What do you mean she’s going to leave you?” you could absolutely not, by any means, leave Pierre. Charles knew how in love Pierre was with you, he was absolutely smitten, spoke about you like you were there goddess of love herself and he would be devasted if he lost you.

“We got into this massive fight before I left for the race and she basically just said she feels like I don’t actually love her because I never open up to her and she feels like she’s just there as some sort of entertainment for me,” Pierre paused, the entire fight replaying in his mind, “I made the woman I love with every ounce of my being, question if I actually did because I am so emotionally stunted I cannot open up and be vulnerable, God I am a dogshit boyfriend” Pierre felt sick at the thought of viewing you as nothing other than a little play thing for himself when in reality he would willing give up his soul in order to keep you if that’s what it took, “So I’m trying to write her a letter, to like, try and explain to her what she means to me, but I just, I’m not even sure the words have been invented yet for what I feel for her and I just, I’m clearly a fucking idiot”, Pierre was suddenly angry, now pacing up and down in front of Charles as he continued venting about his incapability to be a decent boyfriend, “why the fuck can I not just write a letter to the woman I plan on marrying telling her that I love her more than life itself?”

The look he was given Charles made him confused if it was a question he was actually meant to answer or if it was rhetorical.

“Okay, wait, why don’t you just tell her what you’ve literally been telling all of us since the moment you met her?” this was a no brainer to Charles, this is an issue that could be sorted out within 30 minutes, and they would be back down in the bar with their mates in no time.

“Because I look at her and my brain doesn’t work and I thought it was all going fine and she like, knew how I felt, you know?” Clearly Pierre was wrong about you knowing anything about how he felt about you.

“Well, how is she meant to know how you feel if you don’t tell her?” considering how Pierre looked like he was about to slaughter Charles, that was probably definitely the wrong thing to say, “Okay, so, letter, yes, writing a letter, how far have you gotten?”

Pierre wordlessly handed Charles the note pad and he began to read over what was already written.

“You think it’s awful” Pierre had been watching Charles read the poem, face grimacing every other line at the poorly worded letter.

“No, no, it’s good”.

It wasn’t.

“You hate it, which means she is going to hate it” Pierre was beginning to resign himself to a single man. He didn’t deserve someone like you if he couldn’t even be vulnerable and open with you about how he felt.

“I don’t hate it”

He hated it.

“You’re making a face!”

“What face?”

“That fucking face!” Pierre mimicked Charles face as he was reading the letter.

Charles was definitely making that face.

“I just think maybe we relook at parts of it?” Charles was already suggesting, coming up with significantly more eloquent ways of wording all of it.

“Yeah? What parts?” Pierre sounded hopeful for a moment, maybe he hadn’t completely ruined it all with you just yet.

“Like, maybe, like, all, all of it” Charles tried, he really tried but God, they were going to have to scrap this entire thing, start right from the beginning again, “I’m just going to call the boys, let them know what the plans are okay”

“I mean, don’t tell them all of it, just tell them we aren’t going to make it to drinks” Pierre was eternally thankful for the help his friend was offering him.

Charles was definitely telling them all of it.

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“This is what you were planning on giving her?” George was shocked, out of all of them, he definitely assumed Pierre was one who was able to be a little bit more poetic when it came to the woman he loves, but this was, this was not good at all.

“Listen, how honest do you want us to be?” Lando didn’t know how kind he was expected to be here, but my god, this was awful.

“Charles already made it clear that it wasn’t good, thanks mate” Pierre let out a groan, falling backwards on the bed as the other five drivers all stood scattered around the room.

“I mean, we can call it what it is, dogshit” Max only just dodged the punch to his arm that was sent by Charles in defence of his friend.

“And Y/n said she is going to leave you?” Carlos was trying to fully understand the entire situation, still unsure of what was going on.

“She didn’t say she was going to leave him” Charles tried to summarize what Pierre had explained to him over and over again as they waited for the others to join them upstairs.

“It was just heavily implied that she might not be at home when I got there” every single one of the boys’ eyes shifted to Pierre, the fear evident in his voice.

“You have to rewrite this” a seriousness overtook George, suddenly determined to make sure that Pierre did not mess this up.

“Yes, that’s pretty fucking evident George, but as we have established, I am pretty, what, horseshit-”

“Dogshit” Max immediately interrupted Pierre.

“Dogshit at it” Pierre nodded at Max, sarcastically thanking him for his correction.

“That’s why we are here to help” Charles was trying to boost morale over the entire situation.

“Who wouldn’t want a love letter written by a bunch of drunk men and someone who is emotionally constipated” Lando shot the group a thumbs up, although not a single ounce of sarcasm was laced in his voice, truly believing himself that this may potentially end up being the greatest love letter ever written.

Pierre sat staring at all his friends, a bewildered expression on his face, “She’s going to fucking leave me.”

“No, no, this is fine, we just,” George ripped out the page and tossed it in the bin as he made his way to the small desk that occupied the room, assigning himself the duty of scribe, convinced out of all of them his handwriting may be the only real legible one, “we start off slow”.

“Yes! Slow, simple!” Carlos was now standing, pacing the room as he thought, conjuring every ounce of his Spanish passion that he had been imbued with since birth, “My dearest- what do you call her?”

“Y/n?” Pierre wasn’t sure how to answer this question, but he quickly assumed he had answered incorrectly as a pillow was thrown in his direction and a chorus of ‘No’s” were flung at him simultaneously.

“You call the love of your life by her first name?” Charles now understood why Pierre was slowly losing hope of you staying with him.

“Oh, uhm, I call her tout” Pierre blushed at the admission, Charles having to bite the inside of his cheek to prevent himself from smiling over how fucking cute that was.

“Okay, fuck, yeah, that’s cute, start the letter as tout only” Charles began curating the letter, already feeling good about where it was going.

“What does tout mean?” Lando asked what the others were thinking, also wanting to be let in on the whatever cuteness Charles was talking about.

“Everything” Pierre whispered.

“What the fuck, where did that come from?” Carlos was sure he couldn’t even have come up with something like that.

“Well, that’s what she is to me, the beginning and the end and every second in between, she is everything” Pierre shrugged, not aware of the power of what he just so casually said.

“Why do you need help writing this letter mate?” Lando spoke on behalf of everyone in the room, because, shit, if someone had said something like that about him, he would fucking melt.

“Because evidently he cannot write a decent paragraph that puts a sentence like that in it without somehow botching it” Charles brain was now working overtime, trying to figure out a way to start putting the first paragraph down, “Now, what should we say?”

And so, the evening went, ideas being thrown in and out, vetoing sentences that Lando tried to sneak in there, genuinely hurt when nearly every single good line he had was excluded, to such an extent that Pierre ended up insisting they put at least one in, his friends smile a guarantee that he wouldn’t complain anymore after that.

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“We cannot have another line about how she takes his breath away, at this point this is basically a confession that he’s being suffocated” Charles tried to argue.

“Suffocated by her love!” George defended.

“That does not sound like a good thing” Carlos had drifted off into space, picturing you choking Pierre, a small giggle leaving him as he did, the sight supremely funny in his drunken state.

“What if!” Lando began before silence overtook the entire room, waiting for him to continue, “Okay, yes, what if we like spoke about her looks for a second, girls love being told they are pretty don’t they?” He waited for a round of nods before continuing, “So we talk about how you get lost in those eyes of hers and how you have to contain yourself when you catch a glimpse of her hourglass figure and how you can feel the goosebumps on your skin when you hear her say your name” there was suddenly a far-away look in his eyes, all of the drivers glancing at each other, silently agreeing that he was speaking from what seemed a very personal perspective, “lando” all though that last part was a whisper, all of them had clearly heard him.

“Uhm, so, you’re not allowed to partake anymore” Charles had decided on behalf of all of them, and honestly, Lando should be thankful it was Charles instead of Pierre putting his foot down, because the way Pierre was suddenly looking at him, one more comment and he was a dead man.

“Okay, but maybe we should stop here, this is already 6 pages long and I think we may be waffling at this point” George tried to conclude this, despite being proud of all of it, at some point, words lose their power when there are too many of them.

“6 fucking pages?” Max was shocked, he might not know much about all of this, but he knew that was too many fucking words, haphazardly thrown on those pages, no matter how hard they had tried, “too long, there is no way she’s taking in any of that”.

They were defeated, each and every one of them, all running out of steam the later the evening got, and the more alcohol they got into their system.

“We need to make her see how important she is, but in significantly less words, you got to dig deep my friend, in your soul, share it all with her” Carlos was nearly pleading at this point, desperate to get to bed.

Silence took over as Pierre absorbed what Carlos had said.

‘In your soul’

“I have it” Pierre was snatching the note pad before any of them could even react, turning to a new page and scribbling down the few words he was sure would save everything, would save himself, all the other boys craning their necks to look what he wrote.

Finishing the short letter quickly, he turned to the rest of them, holding the letter up for them to all deny or approve, a chorus of “fucking finally” and “well done, it’s perfect” falling from all their lips.

“Think it will be enough?” Pierre was insecure, asking Charles his honest opinion once all the other boys had left his hotel room in search of their own beds, but he knew this was the truth, this was him opening up the barest part of him in the hopes you would understand how he truly felt about you.

“If that isn’t enough, I have no idea what would ever work”

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Tout

I searched for the right words to adequately express how much you mean to me, how deeply I love you.

 I ripped apart my very soul to find them and instead what I found in there, all that existed in there, from the beginning to the end and all the seconds between, was one thing.

You.

-Forever Yours

#Pierre Gasly x reader #f1 #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #charles leclerc #f1 x reader #pierre gasly #max verstappen #pierre gasly x you #x reader #pierre gasly fic #Lando Norris #Carlos Sainz Jr

[gaspshichat]

hi chat. pearl made me cry at 9:30 in the morning so y'all know what time is it. warning there will be swears [i say the f word ☹️] bc i haven't slept but i'm somehow not sick rn which. hasn't happened in weeks

[and a quick health update: pretty sure i have narrowed down what's making me sick to three possible things. i'm hopefully seeing my doctor soon bc the refill on my meds expires in june. we're so close and i haven't been able to breathe]

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OH MY GOD. Y'ALL. IF YOU'RE FOLLOWING ME AND SOMEHOW AREN'T A PEARL FAN. HOW ???? GO. GO BE A PEARL FAN. IT'S A THREAT

pearl is funny and kind and caring. there is a reason i gave her 10k bits the other day. she deserves the entire world and more. i don't know what the world did to her that made her so kind

i'm not the only one who has a message though !! here are a few messages from people but i've seen so many in reblogs and tweets and whatnot

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from my lovely partner tay aka twitter user PandoraRxse: I can’t catch streams very often but your videos always make me smile and I always look forward to a new upload. Keep doing what you’re doing, you’re amazing Pearl

from lovely twitter user SKYBL1NGS: shes like genuinely super funny and has great content that everyone can get into and shes really pretty and i loce pearlecentmoon

from a lovely anonymous twitter user: she is genuinly such an amazing artist, both in minecraft and in real life, all of her art is so lively in a way that i'm not sure how to describe best. also she is such a kind human being :))

from lovely tumblr user sapphicwhimsy: pearl is such a lovely and sweet person. shes SO kind to everyone in chat, new or old, and creates such a lovely environment to hang around in. her streams are the only ones i can sit through fully, and she has SUCH a lovely voice! i could listen to her read the dictionary, because im sure she would make it interesting. she has such a way to make everything interesting! even things like sitting still for thirty minutes can be something interesting in a pearl stream, because shes always got such amazing things to say. shes absolutely beautiful, inside and out, with a kind soul that matches her through and through. the fact that she always tries to read everyone out personally, and tries to pronounce their names correctly - and accepts corrections wholeheartedly - is so nice. and shes so wonderfully accepting to all of her community, and always has well wishes for everyone. shes truly a very wonderful and accepting person, who deserves the world! honestly the sweetest person ive ever came across.

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anyway onto the next part of why i made this post

HOW THE FUCK IS SHE SO PRETTY. WHAT. IT'S GENUINELY UNFAIR. SHE LOOKS LIKE SHE COULD BE A GODDAMN SCULPTURE

LIKE COME ON. I WISH I COULD DRAW SO I COULD DRAW HER. SHE'S BEAUTIFUL. WHAT THE HELL. LOOK AT HER

featuring other GORGEOUS women. my god. i am so

anyway :)) it took me an hour and a half to write this bc i kept getting distracted. in short. pearl is so amazing and wonderful. it's weird how she remembers things about me and actually cares ???

also. SHE PRONOUNCED MY NAME CORRECTLY ???? I'VE HEARD SUCH TERRIBLE PRONUNCIATIONS BUT PEARL. SHE SAID IT RIGHR FIRST TRY. WHAT. i kind of want to hear how karn would attempt to pronounce it

[bc yes. i'm okay with anyone, including streamers, calling me vyren. you know me better than my dad does. it's okay to call me vy, vyren, gasp, or gasps]

sleepy brain wrote this post and i want to say so much more but i can't. i had a better message when i did my 10k bits message but that thing is long gone. the only way pearl knows about those bits is if she sees this

and to her community: i love y'all. y'all are lovely. thanks for helping make my shitty life a little brighter. the world may not be kind to me, but y'all are. thank y'all for that. y'all are so lovely

pearl, if you see this, sending all the love to you and your three cats. and yes. karn is the third cat

#pearlescentmoon #maintagging like she is a vampire and my tumblr is my house #appreciation post #the second time i've invited her in #chat y'all better say y'all's favourite things about her #and to people who are mean to pearl: i am in your walls 🫶

[ejzah]

A/N: I swear I was working on this chapter before I got that anon ask today, but it just encouraged me to finish it more quickly.

***

In Miss Blye’s Class, Part 30

Kensi spent the night fuming after she left Deeks’ house. After meeting Monica, she perfectly understood why he’d been so out of sorts. She’d only spent a few minutes with his ex and had to resist the urge to throw something. She could only imagine how difficult it was to deal with her snide comments and manipulation for hours at a time.

She didn’t know what Monica would tell Deeks, if anything, though he’d like wonder where the coffee mysteriously appeared from. Over the course of the evening, she picked up her phone half a dozen times to call or text Deeks, but ultimately decided not to. Deeks had enough on his plate without her adding more drama. She’d just have to hope that Monica didn’t try to paint her in a bad light, and if she did, that Deeks could see through the lies.

When she got to work the next morning, Nell took one look at her face, and immediately got out her stash of chocolate, offering Kensi the meerkat decorated jar. Kensi took three Reese’s and started setting up for the day. She’d been too distracted last night to prep as much as she should have so now she’d have to rush to get things ready before the first bell.

“Ok, spill. You walked in here looking ready for murder,” Nell said, making herself at home in Kensi’s desk chair.

“I went to surprise Deeks with some coffee, but when I got there he wasn’t home. But Monica was,” Kensi explained tightly.

“Oh crap, what happened?”

“Let me see. She said she’d been wanting to meet me, accused me of being jealous, and told me all the things she knows about me and Deeks.” She dropped a wipe off writing page at each spot at one of the round table, then tore the wrapper off a chocolate and shoved it in her mouth. “And then she had the audacity to say she’s just looking out for him,” she ranted, slamming a basket of markers in the middle of the table. “Looking out for him would have been, I don’t know, coming to see her son more than one every year or so. Or maybe not just up and leaving her family.”

Kensi turned around, hands on her hips to face Nell. She was slightly gratified to see Nell’s stunned expression.

“Oh my god, that’s insane. What did Deeks say?” Nell asked.

“I didn’t tell him.”

“Why the hell not?!” Nell shouted, then seemed to remember where they were, and lowered her voice. “He needs to know how crazy this woman is.”

“I’m pretty sure he knows,” Kensi hedged. Nell gave her an unimpressed look. “Fine. I didn’t want to bug him with it. Monica was infuriating and has zero sense of boundaries, but she didn’t actually do anything truly terrible. He’s dealing with enough as it is.”

“He’d still want to know,” Nell insisted.

“You’re probably right. I need to cool down a little more before I make any decision though. Deeks does not need to hear the rant you just did.”

“Yeah, that’s probably for the best.” Reaching into the candy jar, Nell tossed Kensi another piece. “And in the mean time, I could have Eric delete all her online information and presence. He wouldn’t leave a trace,” Nell offered, with a focused, slightly unnerving stare that scared Kensi a little bit. “It’s not obvious and hard to track. ‘Oh, none of your credit cards are working and no one knows who you are? That’s odd.’”

“I don’t think that will be necessary,” Kensi said quickly, and Nell shrugged, checking her watch.

“Well, the offer is always open if you change your mind. I have to go set up watercolor stations. The first graders are making coffee filter fishies today.”

“Cute. Thanks for listening to me rant.”

Nell gave Kensi a hug, adding in an extra squeeze. “Anytime.” When she pulled back, she fixed Kensi with a serious look. “Talk to Deeks.”

“I will.”

Smiling in approval, Nell headed for the door in her usual swirl of skirts.

“Oh, and just to reiterate, that is a complete no on the digital erasing!”

“You’re no fun!” Nell called back from down the hall.

***

“No, that is not a satisfactory offer,” Deeks muttered to himself, setting the proposed contract for a new client aside, and grabbing a pen.

“Deeks, just who I was looking for.”

He didn’t need to look to know that Talia would be leaning halfway through his door.

“Not in the mood today, Talia,” he said shortly.

“Aw, are things not all sunshine and rainbows in Marty and Kensi land?” she asked. Deeks odd look up now, and smiled tightly.

“Our relationship is just fine, thanks for asking. Now, I have like ten contracts to review today, so I could spare your usual charming presence.”

He knew he was being unnecessarily rude, even to Talia, who thrived on getting him to react. His patience was at an all time low after spending increasingly more time in Monica’s company over the week though.

Instead of taking the hint, Talia grabbed a spare chair, dragging it right next to his. She spun it around to sit backwards, resting her forearms on the back.

“Wow, you really are out of sorts. You haven’t been this cranky since you first started, and definitely not since you met the teacher,” she noted, tiling her head to observe him. “Hm, bloodshot eyes, bad mood, doesn’t want to talk…did you have a bad surf?”

Deeks huffed out an irritated laugh. “No.”

“They ran all out of fish tacos at your favorite truck.”

“No. Are you done?”

“Definitely not. I’ll keep going until you either tell me or I guess right.”

Sighing, Deeks pressed his palms over his eyes. He did not have the energy for this. “My ex-wife is back in town after no contact for over a year, and now she seem to be trying to rebuild her relationship with Caleb. So naturally he’s a mess, I’m a mess, and she seems to be having the time of her life.” He finished by blowing out a noisy breath. “Sorry. That was a lot.”

Talia shook her head, looking angry. “Don’t apologize. I’d be mad too. Who does your ex think she is waltzing in and trying to insert herself back into your life?” she demanded.

Deeks turned his head to squint at her, vaguely surprised the intensity of her response. “Wow, I had no idea you felt so strongly about my dysfunctional personal life.”

Talia jabbed a finger at him. “Hey, the only one who gets to torture you, is me. Plus, I find your relationship with the teacher adorable.”

“Wonderful.”

“So where’s she staying? Not with you I hope.”

“Thank god, no,” Deeks said with a shudder. “I honestly don’t know and don’t care. I learned the first time she came back that it’s best to keep as much as a separation as possible. But, she’s been coming over for dinner or visits every couple days.”

“Do you have visitation rights set up?”

“Nah, I have full, uncontested custody. I’m letting the visits happen for as long as Caleb wants them.”

“I hate flighty parents,” Talia said darkly, adding to Deeks’ raised eyebrow. “I had an uncle like that. Give me just five minutes alone with your ex. I’m trained in jiujitsu, karate, taekwondo, and good old knock-down-drag-out fights,” she informed Deeks with a significant nod.

“Good to know. You worry me sometimes,” Deeks commented lightly. “Also, how have you not been arrested before?”

“Hey, there’s a reason I became a lawyer.”

“Lovely. I think I’ll pass on that for now.”

“Suit yourself,” Talia said, slapping her thighs with her palms.

“You know, it actually helped talking to you,” Deeks said, surprising himself by admitting it. “Thanks.”

“Of course. It’s no fun messing with you when you’re already in a bad mood,” she told him. Because of course she couldn’t just take a compliment. “As repayment though, you will be buying me lunch today.”

“I think I can handle that,” Deeks sighed. Talia nodded in approval.

“Oh, and just in case you need an outside perspective, I’m always happy to talk over the legal side of all this,” she added. “Totally on the down low though. I can’t have people thinking I’m friendly.”

“I won’t tell a soul,” Deeks promised, smiling for the first time all morning.

***

A/N: I hope you enjoyed the parallel of Kensi and Deeks each getting advice and a listening ear from a friend. This version of Talia is certainly a lot more helpful and less handsy than in canon or my previous interpretations.

#ncis la fanfiction #marty deeks #kensi blye #densi #Nell #Talia #teacher Kensi #lawyer Deeks #self-indulgent writer #friendship #in Miss Blye’s Class #part 30 #teacher au #ejzah fanfiction

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Fluff : 

1.  “Hey–what’re you hiding behind your back?” 

2.  “All I care about is you.”

3.  “Let’s just stay here–I don’t ever want to move.”  ( used here )

4.  “I had a nightmare … can I stay with you tonight?” 

5.  God, I’m so glad you’re alright.” 

6.  “Oh my god, I’m in love with an adult man-child.” 

7.  “Hold my hand.” 

8.  “I heard you say my name in your sleep.” 

9.  “Here, lay down. I’ll stay until you feel safe enough for me to go.”  ( used here )

10.  “You’re too sweet for me.”  ( used here )

11.  “Hey–it’s okay. I’m here; I’m safe. And fine–see? Everything’s alright now.”  ( used here )

12.  “Ow! What did I do this time?!” ( used here )

13.  “You may be a jerk, but you’re my jerk.” 

14.  “I love you and all, but you’re really stretching your luck right now.”  ( used here )

15. “Why do you have to look at me like that? It’s making me weak, please stop.” 

16. “I can’t stop thinking about you.” 

17. “Look at me. I love you.”  ( used here )

18. “What took you so long? I missed you…”  ( used here )

19. “I never thought I’d be so lucky, especially not in this lifetime.” 

20. “I’m asking because I’ve seen the way you look at me.” 

21. “I think I’m in love with you and I don’t know what to do.”  ( used here )

22. “I fell for you without even knowing it and, jesus, does it hurt that you can’t see it.” 

23. “You are more than you think of yourself. You’re everything to me.”  ( used here )

24. “You’re the best thing that has, and ever will, happen to me.”  

25. “I think you need to tell me the truth about how you feel towards me.”

26. “You keep saying that we’re friends but you look at me for a moment too long for that to be true.” ( used here )

27. “I would honestly die before I let anything happen to you.” 

28. “You’re the only person I’ve ever actually wanted to spent the rest of my life with.” 

29. “Please come home, this doesn’t feel right.”

30. “Are you awake? Oh my god I was so worried, holy shit I thought I was going to lose you.” 

31. “Don’t think about anything. Just tell me that you love me and hold me tighter.” 

32. “I know you think we aren’t right for each other, but we’ve run into each other too many times for you to tell me that this isn’t fate.”  ( used here )

33. “Don’t blame it on the alcohol, you tasted like you wanted me.” 

34. “You keep that photo of us in your wallet?” ( used here )

35. “If anything happens to me, remember that I’ll always love you.” ( used here )

36. “Don’t pretend that you don’t feel the same way.” 

37. “They told me that you’d break my heart but, holy shit, they never said it’d feel like this.”

38. “Don’t act innocent, you had me pinned underneath you 5 minutes ago.”  ( used here )

39. “I just want you to be happy, even if your happiness doesn’t include me, I just want you happy.” 

40. “You don’t know half of the things you do to me.”  ( used here )

41. “I love how you look in my shirt.”

42. “You’re unbelievable cute when you’re tired.” 

43. “I am so proud of you.” 

44. “Are you jealous? That’s cute."

45. “Oh, God. We’re one of those couples, aren’t we? Ugh–I hate us!”

46.  “Shut up and kiss me, you idiot.” 

47.  “Dance with me! C’mon, it’ll be fun!” 

48.  “Did you seriously just climb through my window?” 

49. “I’ll catch you–trust me! … So I dropped you one time–we don’t have the time to argue about this!” 

50.  “I love you. Never forget that, okay?” ( used here )

Angst ;

51. “Please, just stay a little longer.”  ( used here )

52. “Am I going to die?” 

53. “Why won’t you admit it!” 

54. “Please don’t cry.” ( used here )

55. “I would’ve died for you.” 

56. “You almost died! And for what?” 

57. “I’m just tired of this. I’m tired of it all.” ( used here )

58. “Don’t look at me like that, I don’t want pity.” 

59. “I wish I could fix this.” 

60. “You hurt me and I still trusted you.” 

61. “Don’t be sorry, it was no ones fault.” 

62. “I’ve spent all this time wondering and worrying about you. You didn’t think of me once?” 

63. “You’re angry with me, I know.” 

64. “I know, but you didn’t have to use her like that!” 

65. “You know I wouldn’t call unless I was in pain.”  ( used here )

66. “We can start over. I’ll do anything, everything can be perfect. Just please don’t leave me.” 

67. “You could’ve told me, or helped me! Anything other than what you actually did!” 

68. “The only thing I can do is love you!” 

69. “There hasn’t been a day I didn’t think of you and it’s starting to hurt.”

70.  “I don’t want anyone besides you.” ( used here )

71. “I haven’t stopped crying since Thursday. It’s pathetic.” 

72. “It was a mistake and I know I can never fix this.” 

73. “I hope it hurts to think of me.” 

74. “Don’t make me fall in love again.” 

75. “I thought I didn’t miss you, but then I saw your photo.” 

76.  “I don’t know how to love someone without hurting them.”

77.  “I just wanted to see you one last time.”

78.  “Hold me. Don’t ever let go.” ( used here )

79.  “I came here to apologize.” 

80.  “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

81.  “Please don’t abandon me–not like everyone else.”

82.  “Why would you do something like this?!” 

83.  “Why do you do this to yourself?” 

84.  “It’s always been you. It will always be you.” 

85.  “I’ve seen how much you really care–don’t pretend like you don’t.”  ( used here )

86.  “You could have died! I could have lost you!” 

87.  “I don’t know if you’ll ever be able to understand just how much I love you.” 

88.  “Do you ever think about me?” 

89.  “I’m sorry. None of this should have ever happened–this is all my fault.” 

90. “It was always you. No matter how many times I disagreed, it was always you.”

91.  “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.” 

92.  “This is all your fault.” 

93.  “If you walk away right now, don’t ever come back. And I mean it–ever.” 

94.  “I need you more than I need air.”

95.  “Just hold on–you hear me? You’re not dying like this. Not here; not now!” ( used here )

96.  “I’m not worthy of you. I’ll never be. You’re too good for me.”

97.  “Do you think of them when you kiss me?”

98.  “Just because you’re a jackass doesn’t mean I hate you." ( used here )

99.  “I would die for you and not regret a thing."

100.  “I love you–can’t you see that?” 

Acts of love ;

101.  Always giving a bite of their food

102.  Gently resting their head on their shoulder when taking a picture / peeking at something. ( used here )

103.  Kisses on the nose / cheek / forehead

104.  Zipping / buttoning their jacket for them ( used here )

105.  sidewalk rule

106.  Waiting until they get to the door / get inside before driving off ( used here )

107.  “Did you eat today?” 

108.  Softly cleaning the others face after they've eaten

109.  “Wear a jacket, it's cold out." ( used here )

110.  Watching a movie / playing a game the others interested in

111.  Doing their makeup for them

112.  “I bought you flowers." "for what?" "there has to be a reason?” 

113.  Keeping their favourite snacks in the house for them

114.  Opening the door for them

115.  Pulling their seat out for them

116.  Lifting the shorter one up so they can be seen in photos.

117.  Playing with their hair

 118.  Fixing their clothes when something is off.

enjoy! :D

- Mars &lt;3

#prompt #prompt list #nct #nct x reader #nct imagines #taeil imagines #taeyong imagines #johnny imagines #yuta imagines #doyoung imagines #jaehyun imagines #jungwoo imagines #mark lee imagines #haechan imagines #renjun imagines #jaemin imagines #jeno imagines #chenle imagines #jisung imagines #kun imagines #xiaojun imagines #hendery imagines #winwin imagines #yangyang imagines #lucas imagines #ten imagines #nct 127 imagines #nct dream imagines #wayv imagines

[usercupid]

party girl

elliot x reader

short blurb cause i’m not writing a part 2 to wishful thinking unless i think it’s good and as of rn, i don’t think it’s allat lmfao

also i wrote this in like an hour and 30 minutes just to get smth quick out bc ive noticed lack of elliot x reader so now i have to take matters into my own hands

prompt: “how about a kiss before i go”

1.6K words

you’d wish it was like this every night. the music blasting so loud to the point where you can only hear the bass, the sweaty bodies dancing in the middle of the room, and you and your best friends doing shots for the 3rd time tonight. everything was perfect.

you’d been bored out of your mind for the past few weeks so maddy wanted to invite you out. she hoped this night would lift your spirits again. you had told her all you really wanted was a bit of excitement in your life and you needed something to help and so far, this night was making you forget about how miserable you’ve been feeling for a while.

-

“(y/n), i’m goin to the bathroom to fix my makeup! don’t go too far, ‘kay?” maddy yelled to you as she finished pouring your drink.

“yeah okay, i got it! i’ll tell cassie if i’m going anywhere” you yelled back after you took a sip of your drink.

“alright!” maddy shouted her reply as she squished through everyone on the dance floor. her stunning black dress made her stand out from the crowd and you were debating if you should go in the bathroom with her until someone came up to you.

“hey (y/n)! it feels like i haven’t seen you like…forever!” kat exclaimed as she wrapped you into a bear hug.

“oh my god, wassup kat! i didn’t even know you were here!” you exclaimed, “how have you been?”

“huh? can you repeat that..”

“i said, how have you been!” you yelled, leaning in closer to kat.

“i still can’t hear- actually, let’s go somewhere more quiet. i wanna catch up with you some more!” kat yelled as she started pouring herself a cup of hennessy with cranberry juice.

“alright, lemme just tell cassie where im at..- wait where did she go???”

“i dunno, but last last i saw her, she was walking in the bathroom. she’s probably shittin her brains out right now.” bb chimed in as she took a puff from her vape.

“i thought nate was in there?” you questioned, but shrugged the weird coincidence off after no less than 2 seconds of thinking about it.“well, if you see maddy, tell her i went with kat to the backyard, ‘kay?”

kat started to drag you through the dance floor and into the backyard. after a grueling minute and a half of pushing through sticky, sweaty teenagers, you both finally reached the quietest part of the yard so you and kat could sit down and catch each other up on what the actual fuck was happening in your lives.

-

after about 25 minutes of talking, drinking, and smoking, you decided to get up and start looking for maddy again, but it felt like the house became even more cramped and you quickly got lost

it was a lot like you being in a mirror maze. you were pretty tipsy and the crowded house didn’t make you feel any better. to escape the crowds and noise, you walked down the steps to a basement.

you started knocking and opening random doors until you opened one that revealed a very peculiar person.

“maddy? you in here- oh shit, sorry.” you said as you realized that there was a boy in there, getting ready to snort something.

“nonono, don’t be sorry, i wasn’t doing anything soo…” the boy croaked as he shifted his position on the washing machine to a less suspicious one. albeit, it made him look even more weird.

“mkay… whatever you say.” you leered as you slowly started backing away from the door

“yeah, it is whatever i say. cause i am telling the truth.” he dryly uttered

“you cannot be lying to me when i saw you getting ready to sniff somethin’. it’s cool though, im not a party pisser.” you sneered as you opened the door wider to get a better look at the weirdo who you were speaking to. the only thing is, you didn’t expect to see someone like him. his dazed, heavy-lidded eyes were a calm shade of brown, strands of his curly, dyed hair were stuck to parts of his forehead due to the sweat, and the cute apple tattoo under his eye all made your face heat up and your head feel lighter than it already did.

“are you just gonna keep staring at me or..” he questioned as he started looking around.

“i wasn’t staring?” you denied as you walked further into the room.

“yeah you were.” he persisted.

“was not”

“was too”

“i wasn’t! i don’t know know why you’re lying”

“i don’t ever lie”

“oh so you saying you saying that you weren’t doing drugs in here earlier isn’t a lie?”

“touché.” he said as moved away from the machine “so would you like to stay in here and keep me company or are you still looking for your friend?”

“i’m pretty bored so i might as well stay. besides, maddy can handle herself for a few more minutes. what’s your name?” you asked as you took a seat on the floor next to him

“elliot.” he replied as he got back to whatever drug he was doing.

“mm, you look like an elliot” you said as your speech started slurring.

“are you drunk?” he questioned as he turned around to look you in your eyes. he saw your captivating (e/c) eyes and ruffled hair. you looked absolutely breathtaking.

“yeah just a lil bit, the patron is coming back to me and i can’t tell how bad my hangover’s gonna be tomorrow. i’m also just the teeniest tiniest bit high if that counts for anything.” you rambled as you started to pick the dirt from under your painted acrylic nails.

“okay well before you can change the topic, can you tell me your name?”

“(y/n). and i am not that drunk! i am perfectly fine!” you stuttered, shifting in your spot on the floor

“that’s a real pretty name.” elliot complimented as he observed you for a 100th time tonight.

your face immediately heated up. not only was this boy cute but he was charming too. lord, you hoped you didn’t get too wasted to forget and ask him for his number

-

you both spent an hour and a half talking to each other about the most random shit imaginable until nothing you said started to made any sense to elliot. but even though he couldn’t understand a word coming out your mouth, he still listened to you blabber about how wyoming wasn’t a real state for 10 minutes straight. he genuinely believed you would’ve gone on and on about this if your phone hadn’t rang when it did.

-

19 missed calls from ; madz 🪐

13 missed calls from ; kitty kat 🐈‍⬛

madz🪐: bitch wya

madz🪐: pick up the phone

madz🪐: u getting dick or smth? pick up the phone dummyyy

kitty kat 🐈‍⬛: maddy is thinking ab leaving, you wanna leave w/ us?

kitty kat 🐈‍⬛: omg pick up

kitty kat 🐈‍⬛: how do you get lost in this tiny ass house

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“shit, my friends are calling me. i gotta go” you said as you grabbed your purse and fixed your dress

“mm do you really have to go?” elliot asked, tilting his head up at you

“yes, i do. my only ride home is about to leave” you sighed

“i can take you home.”

“a drug addict offering to take me home sounds like a wonderful idea.” you mused, grabbing your bag.

“okay, okay. i get it, you gotta leave” he said, slouching further onto the floor

“thank you, now if you’ll excuse me-“

“before you leave-“ elliot started, “can i get a kiss before you go”

you stood there stuck. it felt as if your brain just malfunctioned and gave out. your mouth felt dry, your legs almost gave out from under you. he couldn’t be serious.

you immediately started laughing. he had to be joking. nobody could be that bold, that cute, and that stupid

elliot stood up as he stared at you with smirk on his face, waiting for you to come towards him

“oh, you’re serious?” you asked, stopping your laughter

you walked closer to him, staring at his face. you were speechless, no words would come out your mouth no matter how hard you thought. you felt your face get hot and your breathing was labored. you didn’t have to kiss him, but you wanted to.

you stared him in the eyes for a few seconds before standing on your toes to whisper in his ear “it isn’t very polite to ask ladies you've just met for a kiss, lover boy. maybe another time?” you then wrapped your hand around his torso to take his phone out of his back pocket to write your number in his notes app.

“call me, ‘mkay?” you smirked as you left the room, leaving the curly head boy alone with his thoughts. after about 30 seconds of replaying the scene that just happened, he finally shook his head and picked up his phone to save your number in it.

-

elliot thought you’d be easy. just a one night stand. he couldn’t deny how beautiful you were and how he thought to himself that he should try and keep you in his life for a while but ultimately decided against it. he expected you to mindlessly kiss him and when tomorrow would arrive, he’d invite you over, you guys would fuck, and then never think of each other again.

as you were in the car with maddy and kat, you had hoped he’d end up calling you tomorrow. even thought you wanted to kiss him more than you’ve wanted anything else in your entire life, you wanted to keep him hooked, too. i mean, what’s the fun in immediately giving him what he wants? you wanted fun and this is the exact excitement you were looking for.

#elliot x reader #euphoria #euphoria x reader #elliot euphoria #elliot imagine #elliot x you #jules x reader #rue bennet x reader #euphoria fic #maddy x reader #cassie x reader #euphoria angst #short prompt #fic prompt #bad writing #writing prompt #prompt list #euphoric #zendaya #sydney sweeney #alexa demie #dominic fike #barbie ferreira #just friends

[losttheclown]

If I said I was upset I'd be lying, this was in fact the ship I wanted.

Prinxiety won!! 🤭

Warning, this story contains, bad writing, as graphic detailing as my little bean brain will come up with(it's like 1 or 2 sentences), angst ish, mostly fluff, hanahaki :D

P.S - I'll also be posting a little fluff tickle story whenever I get it done but the Lee mood is strong rn, and writing ler shit is hard

Story under the cut ↓

Roman had been acting weird lately, like really fucking weird. He had been avoiding staying in a room with the others for longer than about 10 to 20 minutes at a time, and that just didnt sit right with Virgil. Virgil knew Princey, he would never avoid everyone like this, least of all his friends. While no, him and Roman didn't have the best of relationships, Virgil was still determined to get to the bottom of this, well that and the anxiety he had about the situation was gonna kill him.

It was about 7:30 when Roman decided to go back to his room, he hadn't been out for more than a hour, but before he went back into his seclusion he had a coughing fit. Now under any other circumstances everyone would have thought he just wanted the rooms attention if he started coughing, but this cough... It sounded... Wet, like something was stuck in his throat and he was trying to hack it up. Virgil gave it about 10 minutes before he snuck off to go check oh Roman. On his way to The fanciful sides room, he had to pause because were those.... Bloody flowers? "What the hell..." Virgil mumbled to himself as he picked up the pace to getting to Romans room.

Virgil stood in front or Romans room quietly, he didn't know how to approach a situation like this, let alone with Roman. Hesitantly Virgil knocked on Romans door, there was silence for a moment before the door opened and Roman was stood on the other side. There was silence between the 2 for a good minute before Virgil finally spoke up "i- uhm... I just wanted to check on you-" before he could get another word in Roman started coughing again, the same cough as before, but this time Virgil could see he was coughing up blood and flowers? He finally understood, he knew what was going on, he didn't think it was possible for this to actually happen, but it was and the proof was right in front of him. Virgil took a step forward "Roman, who is it?!" He said, panic running through his voice. Roman shook his head, he panted for air "it's no one-" he gritted his teeth, as he tried to keep from coughing again. Virgil put his hand on Romans Shoulder "Roman, you can't just - cough up flowers and expect me to not worry, clearly it's someone! Hanahaki doesn't happen just because!!" Roman looked at Virgil quietly for a moment then sighed, he backed up pulling Virgil into his room and closing the door behind them "it's... Not" he kind of paused, trying to think of what to say, "it's not that I dont WANT the help, I just... I know rejection makes it 10 times worse and -... While I know we can't die per say, I just... It's hard enough to deal with now... " he mumbled rubbing his face. Virgil stared at Roman quietly, he didn't seem to know what to say, he wasn't Patton he didn't just have the words. Virgil nodded a little "listen... We might... We might act like we hate each other... But honestly, I think anyone would be stupid to reject to Princey... I mean come on, look at you!" He gave Roman a small smile. Roman grabbed Virgil and pulled him into a hug, which while not upset about it, Virgil was most definitely not prepared for it. It took a moment for Virgil to hug back, "Roman I-" before he could speak anymore Roman finally spoke up "I'm sorry, I've never been a nice person to you... And here you are telling me I'll be okay..." Roman pulled back and put his hands on Virgil's shoulders "I really appreciate you Virgil" he smiled. Virgil stared at Roman quietly for a moment before breaking into a smile "what else did I expect from you, God's your cheesy" he gently punched Romans chest with a laugh. Roman grinned "well, it's the least I can do before telling you" he paused, his grin fading into a sad smile "it's you." Virgil kind of stepped back, looking at Roman quietly for what felt like ages before finally speaking up, "me-... You- wait-" he kind of sputteted out trying to process what Roman said. Virgil was ripped from his thoughts when he heard Roman start coughing, it was different, the cough sounded almost like choking, it was wheezy and like Roman genuinely couldn't breathe. Without much of a second thought Virgil sat Roman on the floor and ran off to get him water, when he came back he set the bottle next to Roman and kneeled next to the princely figure rubbing his back. When the coughing fit was over Roman all but flopped back onto the floor panting for air, holding onto the flower he had coughed up in his hand.

The room was silent for what felt like ages, before Virgil cleared his throat and mumbled "I love you too Ro." Roman looked over at Virgil and smiled "I love you more, my chemically imbalanced romance" he teased a little, to which Virgil's eyeshadow bags shifted from black to Purple. He stared at Roman for a moment before looking away, a little smirk on his face, "you're so dumb" he said with a small chuckle. Roman grinned "what did you expect? You just told me I was Cheesy, and you weren't wrong." The princely figure reached over and dropped the flower in his hand into the trash, he turned his head to look at Virgil again, "you know... I didn't expect you to feel the same way... It's kind of nice that you do." Virgil scoffed a little "I've had feelings for you pretty much since we met Princey. Actually, now that I think about it, I've openly flirted with you a few times and...." he trailed off taking note of the way Roman was staring at him, it was such a genuine full of love look, it caught Virgil off guard. Roman just smiled "well don't stop talking now, tell me AAAALLLL about how much you love me Virg" he teased. Virgil could feel his face burning with embarrassment, "you're... You're messing with me... Right?" The apprehension in Virgil's voice made Roman frown. He cupped Virgil's face "not even a little bit cutie, keep going, I'll listen to you any day."

The 2 spent the rest of the night in Romans room talking, occasionally taking breaks for Roman, Hanahaki doesnt just go away over night after all.

~ the end ~

Wow- okay, the amount I mulled over this fic- hah, so anyways, hope you enjoyed.

#the clown wants attention #the clown writes sometimes #prinxiety #roman sanders #virgil sanders #roman x virgil #hanahaki #fan fiction #fan fic writing

[wolfstardaughter-jj]

What's four more?

Summary: What happens when the beloved Loki the cat goes missing for two weeks. Once he comes back, everyone’s relieved, thinking the chaos was over. But two months later a little surprise pops up on their doorstep.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader, Remus Lupin x Sirius Black

Warning: missing pet

Word count: 2.1k words

A/n: ik it's been about a week or so since this was requested, so sorry it took so long, my exams and projects were being a bitch but now they're over. Also thank you for sending this request, it is honestly such a cute thing that I was really excited to write it, tho I sorta focused more on Loki going missing for a bit.

"Love, have you seen Loki anywhere?" You asked Fred as you entered your room after having spent the last 30 minutes looking through every nook and cranny in the cottage.

Fred, who had been hidden away in your room to brainstorm new product ideas, had just noticed the absence of the very lovable cat. Fred had the tendency to lose track of time when he's busy planning and brainstorming pranking ideas.

"No, I haven't....which is odd."

It was very odd indeed. Anyone who's met Loki, knows that he's a very clingy and lovable cat. Which meant he was either bugging someone for cuddles and head scratches or following you around like a baby duckling. If it's neither of them, then he's probably off sleeping in his favourite napping spots. But even then, when you went to look for him there, he was nowhere to be found.

"Yeah, I checked everywhere. His favourite napping bookshelf, the kitchen cupboards, the laundry room, I even checked the bloody roof for Merlin's sake and he's not there." You ranted as you began to pace back and forth. Never have you been away from Loki this long.

Even when you guys were at Hogwarts, he would always find a way to get to you. Appearing randomly in the middle of charms or greeting you at the entrance of the transfiguration classroom. He never failed to make a random appearance every 30-40 minutes of being apart.

"What if he ran away?" You theorised with a worried look.

"Loki? Run away? Are you daft? That cat would rather face God himself than runaway from you." Fred assured as he got up from his desk and towards you.

"What if he got catnapped..." You suggested, your ramblings only went down hill from there.

Going from getting catnapped to a theory that maybe one one of Voldemort's minions got their hands of Loki and is gonna use him for ransom in exchange for Harry. To which you contemplated on actually giving Harry away in exchange for Loki.

"I mean Harry can handle himself, Loki can't and-"

"Love-"

"Loki just hates strangers so he'd-"

"Love-"

"go absolutely feral if he was placed in that situation-" You only continued Fred's calls as the worrying thoughts began to drown you.

"Y/N!"

Finally after a few minutes of worry filled ramblings, Fred finally got through to you. You probably would have sunk to the floor if you didn't have him to keep you upright.

"Everything is going to be fine. Teddy and your dads are going to be home before dinner, meaning we still have some time to search around the house and maybe even the nearby places in the forest. When they get here, we can ask them to help us look for him. Okay?"

Fred was trying his hardest to keep you as calm as you could. He knew that if anything were to happen to Loki, you would fall apart. You loved that cat like it was your own child.

You slowly nodded as you tried to slow down your breathing. It felt like your thoughts were going 100 miles per hour and everything was a mess.

You both started to look through the whole house again. It didn't hurt to double check things. Then your search stretched all the way out to the woods by the time Sirius, Remus and Teddy came back home.

When you broke the news to them, they immediately panicked. Sirius especially, he was almost as worried as you were. He himself started frantically looking everywhere around the house and even offered to try and "catch his scent" in his animagus form to try and look for him.

By the end of the night you had ended your search by the lake near the cottage. There was no sign of him anywhere. And it wasn't like you could ask any nearby neighbours seeing as you lived in the middle of nowhere with zero neighbours. Literally miles away from the closest town.

(time skip for 2 weeks)

It's been about two whole weeks since you last saw Loki and you basically lost all hope in finding him. You've left out missing cat posters at the nearby town but knowing Loki, he tends to stray away from crowded places.

Loki was the only pet you and Teddy ever had so it was hard to process it.

You deeply missed him and were starting to wonder about the possibility that he was...dead.

The mere thought brought a chill down your spine and tears to your eyes. You didn't want to think he was dead. Loki was a big part of your world and you loved him with all your heart.

Ever since the moment you found him in that little box that rainy night. You just knew that that little guy was going to be part of your family.

You went out to the garden to rethink possible places Loki could have gone. Even though you and the others have exhausted all options and locations possible. There was still hope he could have gone somewhere and was simply trying to find his way back home.

You sat down under the shade of a tree. You closed your eyes as you took in a deep breath. For a moment, you felt something soft and fluffy land on your lap. You thought you were imagining things but you started to feel the fluffy thing begin to purr and even let out a soft meow.

Your eyes shot open as you realized what it was.

"LOKI!?!!"

Your scream echoed through the house which called the attention of the two adults and child who were sitting in the living room.

"Is it really you, bud?!?!" You still couldn't believe your eyes but the moment you saw the dark green collar, you knew it was him.

You pulled him into your arms, noting the amount of dirt and twigs in his fur but you didn't mind, you were too overjoyed at the fact he was back to even realise it.

"We've been looking everywhere for you, bud, you can't just run off like that. Merlin knows what kind of mischief could have happened wherever you were." You cooed as you held the black cat tightly in your arms, scared he might run off again.

A head of blue hair poked through the back door. With a wide grin on Teddy's face. His eyes lit up at the sight of Loki.

He wasn't as close to Loki as you were but he adored the cat nonetheless. He ran to you and joined the two of you in a hug.

Then followed a very excited Sirius who nearly tripped on his way out the door and a cheery Remus who chuckled at the sight before he reached the little reunion going on.

Sirius may have not been too keen on having a cat before but ever since Loki entered their lives, he had a change of heart.

“Where the bloody hell has he been?!” Sirius asked as he knelt down and expected the cat.

“I have no idea but it looks like he’s been roughing it for the last few weeks.” You stated as you lifted up Loki’s paws to see his paws literally coated in dirt and mud.

“Poor boy, let’s give you a bath.” Sirius stated as he lifted Loki out of your arms and walked off to the bathroom. 

“See, you didn’t have to worry about anything. Other than the dirt, he looks completely untouched.” Remus stated as he pulled both you and Teddy off the ground.

You nodded your head with a chuckle, “Yeah, I guess you were right. I should go write to Freddie that Loki’s home.” 

(2 months later)

You were going about your day in the Kitchen. You planned on making a cake and Fred volunteered to help out.

You chuckled at the sight of Fred covered in flour, sugar, eggs and some frosting. It looked more like he got most of the cake ingredients on him rather than in the bowl.

You looked a similar way since Fred decided to have a food fight since it didn’t seem fair that you barely had a speck of flour on your apron while he had the entire bag of flour on him.

Your attention was brought somewhere else when you heard a series of meowing coming from the front door.

You peeked your head through the archway to see Loki standing by the door as he scratched on the surface. He looked like he wanted to go out. 

You dusted off the flour from your hands and opened the door for him, but you froze when you looked down at the sight that sat on your doorstep.

“....uh, Fred! Can you come here for a second!” You called out to your boyfriend, not taking your eyes at the scene before you.

Fred rested his hand on your shoulder as he peaked over to the doorstep, “What is it lov- why is there a bunch of kittens and a cat on your doorstep?” 

“I-uh...I have no idea.” 

You looked down at the three kittens and mama cat and saw Loki go up to her and began to cuddle into her side.

“You don’t think….Oh merlin.” You cursed under your breath as you started to connect the dots.

You could even see the little similarities between the litter to Loki. It looked like they were only a few days old. It was a wonder how the mama cat even got them to your front door. The fact that Loki was cuddling into the mama cat said it all. Loki rarely ever goes near other animals. He’s terrified of them.

“Can you call dad and papa…And grab a warm towel too.” You stated as you slowly knelt down and examined the little group.

“Oh merlin, what are we going to do with you lot.” You sighed as you slowly reached out to the kittens. Making sure to check if it was okay with the mother cat.

Once she knew it was safe to touch them, you reached out the three kittens and felt the soft fur.

The mother cat had white fur with grey stripes across it which was quite contrasting to Loki’s black fur.

One of the kittens looked almost exactly like Loki as a kitten. The other two kittens looked more like their mama.

“What is it little wol-”

Sirius nearly dropped the ceramic plate he had in his hands when he saw the litter of kittens.

“What in Godrick’s name is this?!?!” Sirius asked as slowly walked closer to the kittens.

Fred handed you the warm towel before Sirius pushed him out of the way while handing the ceramic plate to Fred so he could get a peak of the adorable kittens.

“Oh merlin, don’t let Teddy see the-” Remus winced as he heard the footsteps coming up from behind him.

“Don’t let me see what?” Teddy wondered as he stood behind the group.

The boy pushed through the group and let out a yelp when he saw what Remus was trying to hide from him.

“Holy guacamole on a tortilla chip, is that what I think it is?!?!” Teddy’s eyes were as wide as tennis balls.

The group chuckled at the boy’s peculiar choice of words. 

“Yes, now move out of the way. We need to take them out of this freezing cold weather.” You stated as you gently carried the kittens into the warmth of the cottage.

As you walked on, the mama cat and Loki began to follow you through the home.

“Are they Loki’s? And if so, can we keep them, even the mama cat? Cause if we can keep them I want to name them. That mama cat should be called Astra, That sounds so pretty. That black one should be Loki 2.0- wait no that’s a horrible name. I’ll get back to him. These other two should be named after Apollo and Artemis- OH! The black one should be Hades! Yes that’s perfect-”

“Don’t get attached, Teddy. We’re not even sure if we can keep them. It’s up to papa and dad, you know that.” You reminded your brother.

Teddy turned to both his dads with so much excitement, you would have thought he was having a sugar rush.

“Pleeeaaase! Can we keep them?” Teddy was going through all the stops. Pouting his lips and looking up at your parents with his “Puppy dog eyes” that he learned from your dear papa.

Sirius and Remus shared a look and for a moment, you could tell they were having a little conversation of their own. After a few seconds the two adults decided on the verdict.

“What’s four more?”

#remus and sirius love their kids #sirius black #remus lupin #fred weasley #teddy lupin black #teddy lupin #y/n lupin black #wolfstar daughter #loki the cat #wolfstar #marauders #padfoot #moony #remus loves sirius #moony x padfoot #sirius loves remus #remus x sirius #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x y/n #fred weasley fanfiction #wolfstar dads #sirius x remus #the lupin black family #lupin black family #the marauders

[shipskicksandgiggles]

dialogue prompts

for those who don't know, my life is bonkers and I cope by making prompt lists out of the more bizarre things I say/people say to me/I hear by being in proximity of equally weird people. send a number with a character/ship/dynamic of your choosing and I'll do what I can

“So I may have accidentally recruited your ex to help me move.” “I’m so sorry, was he awful?”

“How’s living next to a construction site?” “I prefer the sound of people playing pool.” “That bad, huh?”

“You’re the main character!” “Stop saying I’m the main character, I have been the snarky, comic relief my whole life and I’m not stopping now.”

“I can’t quit my job, I can’t quit my job-” “What happened?” “Some guy wanted to talk to me about his prostate.” “Don’t you work at a library?”

“So because I’m me, I made a spreadsheet about it.” “You’re incredible.”

“You signed me up for a job interview?” “Yeah.”

“You’re not going to believe what he said.” “I find that hard to believe, try me.”

“I accidentally gave you so many traits.” “Hey, I had autism first.”

“I let you kiss me one time-” “It has been more than one time.”

“Were you here for the male model thing?” “No?”

“Have fun!” “Kill me.” “Or just don’t kill anyone I guess.”

“If you call Latin a dead language one more time I’m going to throw myself across this desk at you.”

“I’m going to ask you a question and you’re going to feel attacked.” “Fine.” “Why does it have to be that way?”

“I just took a quiz for fun and accidentally did geometry by hand.” “Nerd.”

“I’d wear shorts.” “It’s snowing.”

“You have a very expressive face.” “I don’t like that you noticed that.”

“When do you leave?” “In like an hour, why?” “Can you build things?” “Yes, but I repeat, why?”

“So here I am, sitting and talking about amputations-” “I have absolutely no idea where this is going, but I love it.”

“Did the raccoon get into the attic again?”

“It’s 8:30 in the morning on a Saturday, something better actually be on fire.” 

“Is a potato a vegetable?” 

“Everything you do is calculated.” “You make me sound like a robot.”

“I’m so sorry, I’m going to be late.” “Everything okay?” “Yeah, no, I’m fine, I just may have broken my foot and I need to go to urgent care.” “That is… the opposite of fine.”

“Don’t question why I know how to pop the screen out of a window.” “Our fucking door won’t open, as long as we can get outside, I don’t care.”

“So Thursday was a bad day for you then?”

“You used to be buff.” “I thought you were going to say something entirely different, but I guess we’re going this way then.”

“How are you not freaking out right now?” “I’ve been living with this for months now dude, this is just entertainment for me.”

“I was elected most responsible at summer camp when I was five.” “Some things never change.”

“I had a chemistry teacher in high school who could write with both hands at the same time. She needed an exorcism.”

“The age of the child you hit with your car determines the number of points you get.”

“How’d the meeting go?” “I think I came out as gay to the entire board.” “What the fuck.”

“This is probably the only dick pic I’ll ever get and that’s okay.”

“Oh my god, I out-autismed the whole group chat.”

“No more kisses until you stop apologizing for being human.” “That’s not fair, you know that’ll work on me.”

“I can feel my bones.” “That’s not ideal”

“You dumb bitch.” “It worked, didn’t it?”

“Good news, you've just unlocked my niche special interest that I can and will talk for at least ten minutes straight about. Are you ready to learn?”

“You know what I’m talking about, you do not have the moral high ground.”

“I’m going to be so real with you, I literally hate this. Like this sucks.”

“I don’t think you understand that this is the greatest news I’ve ever been given. Like genuinely, this is the happiest I’ve been in weeks.”

“Good to know you would have died very early in the Middle Ages.”

“Is that a mosquito bite? Dude, it’s March.”

“You know you’re going to have a good day when the maintenance guy says ‘well that’s different’.”

“Yeah, I don’t know, the last time I cried I think it was December.” “It’s April?” “Hey, the time before that it was July, so.”

“No wait, turn up the music. Never mind, I thought it was the Law and Order theme.” “Do you think I have the Law and Order theme on a CD in my car?”

“Please don’t assault my boyfriend.” 

“Would you like a new best friend? Because I think I found your new best friend.”

“Guess who had a baby.” “No.” 

“What is the purpose of nipple rings?” “Decoration.” “Like a Christmas tree!”

“I honestly don’t know how to be a person anymore. Please don’t contact me for 3-5 business days while I sort that out.”

#ellis writes #prompts #writing prompts #dialogue prompts #send asks #if I can remember the context for half of these it will be a miracle

[enough-spider-noir-stuff]

fuck it. incorrect quotes be upon ye

i've done that before and now i've made more. all from that one incorrect quote generator, you know the one

Jean, holding an antique bottle: Is this whiskey or perfume? Peter: *grabs and chugs the entire bottle* Peter: Peter: It's perfume.

Jean: I love murder mysteries! Spider, trying to impress him: I've been a suspect in four murder cases.

Peter: If I die, you can have what little I own. Jean: Wait. What do you mean "if" you die? Peter: My unending existence is fuelled by pure spite, that of which the painful experiences of life have rendered me full. Jean: Jean: *Sighs* Let me call your therapist again.

Peter, to Jean: How do you tell someone politely you want to hit them with a brick?

Jean, watching over a sleeping Peter: You’re so cute. Peter, sleepily: I could beat your ass. Jean, gently: I know.

Peter: What are you drinking? Jean: Vodka. Peter: Straight? Jean: No, gay. Why?

Jean: When I first met you, I thought you were weird and annoying. Peter: And? Jean: And you are.

Peter, T-posing in the doorway: Greetings, Jean. Jean, not looking up from their coffee: Good morning, problem child.

Jean: Parker, is that legal? Peter: When there's no cops around, anything's legal!

Jean: Parker. I--

Jean: GET BACK HERE YOU DUMB FUCK! Peter: LET ME RUN FROM THE CONSEQUENCES OF MY ACTIONS!

Peter: What if I lied this whole time and I'm actually 18? Jean: Peter, stop trying to get drugs. Peter: Don't suppress my interests.

Jean: What can therapy do for me that screaming in my car for 30 minutes can’t?

*At the police station* Jean: Hi, I’m here for Peter. Police officer: Who’s Peter? Jean: Ah, you must be new.

Jean: Are you ever going to listen to me? Peter: Yes. Absolutely. Jean: When? Peter: When you're right.

Peter: The risk I took was calculated but, man, am I bad at math.

Peter: Fight me! Jean, standing behind him and holding a gun: *mouths* Do not.

Peter: Can you keep a secret? Jean: Do you know anything about my life? Peter: No, I don't. Good point.

Peter, handing a balloon to Jean: I have no soul. Have a good day! Jean, walking off: I don't have one either.

Peter: You’re drunk. Jean: Correction: drinking. Present tense. Grammar, Parker.

Peter: Am I going too far? Jean: No, no, no. You went too far about 7 hours ago. Now you’re going to prison.

Peter: *coughs blood* Jean: Don't die, Parker! Peter: Don't tell me what to do!

Jean: I’m genuinely surprised you haven’t gotten arrested, let alone gotten a felony yet. Peter: Nat 20 Charisma. Jean: That is NOT how that works-

Jean: Did you just refer to a knife as a “people-opener”? Spider: Spider: …Should I not have?

Young Jean, lying on the floor, depressed: I'll never be a cop. I'm gonna have to be a robber.

Jean: What the hell is wrong with you? Peter: I have this weird self-esteem issue where I hate myself but still think I’m better than everyone else.

Jean: Let’s not Parker this into a worse situation than it already is. Peter: Did you just use my name as a verb?

Jean: *cocks gun* Go to Bed. This is no longer a request, This is now a Threat.

Peter: I scare people a lot because I walk very softly and they don't hear me enter rooms. So when they turn around, I'm just kind of there and their fear fuels me.

Peter, writing in their diary with a glitter gel pen: I'm losing my sense of humanity. Nothing matters. God is dead. There's blood on my hands.

Jean: I’m gonna kill you. Peter: Get in line!

#peter benjamin parker #jean dewolfe #spider-man noir #incorrect quotes #i am SO normal about them (<- lying) #i love making these. its perfect for procrastinating the actual writing

[wwilsonbarness]

wings

pairings: bucky barnes x sam wilson 

summary: Sam takes Bucky out flying.

warnings: none, pure fluff

word count: 802

a/n: i couldn’t stop picturing this happening so I just had to write it  

Also i'm aware this is probably so inaccurate as to how to ‘fly safely’ LOL but let's just move past that

Feedback, likes and reblogs are much appreciated :) 

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“Sam are you sure this is a good idea” Bucky was looking out the windows of the jet, this was a lot higher than he thought it was going to be. He could feel his heart rate rising the higher they got.

“Bucky this was your idea” Bucky stares at him, Sam was right. 

“I didn’t think we were going to be this high up” Sam started laughing at him.

“Believe it or not, the higher we start the safer it will be” Bucky continues to stare at Sam, clearly not pleased with what he is hearing. “Hey” Sam softens his tone and kneels in front of Bucky, “you trust me right?” 

“I do Sammy” Bucky looks out the window again before continuing, “it’s just reallllly high” 

“I promise you will be fine, but if you really don’t want to, I’ll ask them to take us back down in the jet” 

“No! I will do it” he may have been scared of heights but he was more scared of people thinking he was weak. “Just give me a minute” 

Sam couldn’t help but snicker at his boyfriend, “okay, we still have a couple minutes before we have to jump anyway” Bucky just nodded, Sam could tell he was internally freaking out but was trying to make himself look calm. 

“You ready?” 

“No. but let’s do it anyway, before I change my mind” 

“Okay, come here” Sam ties a harness around Bucky and explains what he has to do. “When we jump, keep holding on to these straps, I’ll tell you when to let go. When I tell you, open your arms out as wide as you can. I’ll do the rest, okay?” 

“Okay, you better not kill us” 

“Bucky I am very good at what I do, you have nothing to worry about” 

“Sam look how high we are, there are a million things to worry about” Sam reaches his head round Bucky’s shoulder and gently places a kiss on his cheek. “I promise, I’ll keep you safe” 

Bucky cracks a smile for the first time since they step foot on the jet but it doesn’t last long, “3, 2, 1, JUMP” 

“OH MY GOD Sam I wasn’t ready!!!” Bucky yelled just loud enough Sam could hear him over the wind. He goes over what Sam told him before they jumped, keep holding onto the straps he thought to himself, don’t let go. But before he could even get used to holding onto the straps Sam shouts right into his ear. 

“Put your arms out now Buck!!” 

“What?!” This was all happening so fast, but he surprisingly liked the adrenaline rush he was feeling. After he took a few seconds to process what was happening he opens his arms out. It’s only now that he actually takes in what is around him, the view was amazing, he couldn’t believe he hadn’t done this before -not that he would ever do it again, he’d rather stick to the safety of the jet.

He would probably never tell Sam how much he was enjoying it, but he had to admit to himself how good it felt, kind of like he was free from everything in that few minutes. Sam could see the slight smile forming on Bucky’s face and couldn’t help but smile with him. 

“We’re nearly down Buck, bring your arms in a bit” There was much less wind now they were lower down so Bucky actually clearly hear what Sam had said and brought his arms in slightly. 

Within 30 seconds they were on the ground, and as always Sam had a gracious landing, even with Bucky stumbling to find balance again.

“So, we going back up Buck?” 

“Nope, never again am I doing that” Sam laughs and pulls Bucky in for a hug. 

“Come on, it wasn’t that bad”

“Sam, that was so high” 

“Bucky, you're a super soldier but you're afraid of heights” Sam joked.

“You keep talking, but next time there’s a spider don’t scream for me to help you” 

“Hey!! Spiders are a big deal!” 

“You’re Captain America and your afraid of spiders, harmless little things” 

“They are far from harmless” Sam replies in the most serious tone Bucky has ever heard him speak in which made Bucky laugh, it reminded him of the last time there was a spider and Bucky came home to find Sam crawled up into a ball on the kitchen counter freaking out.

“I can’t believe I just did that” 

“You did good babe, I’m proud of you” Before Bucky could respond Sam continues, “Even if you did scream like a little girl” Bucky pulls away dramatically. 

“There’s a spider on your shoulder” Sam freaks out, flailing his arms around and screaming. Bucky walks away laughing.

“Now who’s screaming like a little girl” 

#wings #wwilsonbarness #sam wilson #sambucky #bucky barnes #marvel #sam wilson x bucky barnes #the falcon and the winter solider #captain america #bucky barnes x sam wilson #sambucky fluff #winterfalcon

[trashyswitch]

The Truth - A Short Essay by Pocket

⚠️This essay will talk about suicidal ideation, and generational beliefs as well as religious beliefs. Read at your own risk.⚠️

For the last few days, I’ve been experiencing intense muscle pain, migraine headaches, and fatigue beyond comprehension. I haven’t been able to write in 2 days, which made my mental health completely fall flat onto its face. This afternoon…I was completely ready to give up. Ready to quit my job, quit therapy, stop eating, stop drinking, stop contributing to society, just…stop existing. I was ready to give into my selfish desires. I spent a good 3 hours thinking about how everything came to be this bad. How I expressed my anger and frustration with my predicament, and how my parents took offense and read my frustration as ‘having an attitude’. What I was trying to explain to them, went completely over their heads because they were focused on how much I was taking their money, their strategies and their life lessons, for granted. And…they are not wrong. I was taking the therapy sessions for granted. But…nonetheless, I did not like being yelled at and ridiculed for being a bratty, inconsiderate child…and so, I left in a huff and went out to the deck. 

I contemplated ending my life a few times within those 30 minutes. But, even if I wanted to, I didn’t have any way to go through with it as quickly and as painlessly as I wanted. So I sat in my anger and my pain, bawling my eyes out. My mom came out and talked to me about why she got angry, and our conversation became more civil. But I was still far from okay. But…regardless of how mentally unstable I was, I couldn’t deny the truth: I had made a revelation: 

I realized that I do so much for other people in my family, and no one in my family ever does anything for me back.

Well…that’s somewhat of a lie. My family members do things for me that they believe will help me get better and cheer me up. But…it doesn’t. It never does help. It just leaves me unchanged. Almost everyone does what they think is going to help me, and no one ever really bothers to ask me ‘what do you need right now?’. And the only few people that actually do ask me that…aren’t even in person. They ask me over text or videocall, because they’re over in the United States, living their own lives. People in different parts of the world who only somewhat know me…understand what I actually need…even more than the people I spent my whole in-person life with. 

And that…is just depressing in its own right. When complete strangers know your needs better than the people you spent your whole life with…that’s when your whole world view shifts.

But I think the other problem is…I don’t even know what I want…What I need at that moment…And maybe that’s because I was never taught, or never understood…that I could want something that isn’t materialistic…

Every year, my parents and family members buy me everything I want for christmas…everything I want for my birthday…Everything I want for my adoption day. But they never once give me what I really want: A long hug. A kiss. A cuddle session. A few minutes of tickles. Something that’ll help my mental health a lot more. They believe temporary gifts will make me happy, when that cannot be further from the truth…I just want to feel genuinely loved. But…I never felt safe to ask for those things…because I felt that I was asking too much of them. 

My whole life…My mother and father have taught me to accommodate others and put others' considerations over my own. Even the church I grew up in told me to do the same thing with humility in my mind because then God will be pleased with you, and you will be rewarded with a place in heaven. And one little slip-up, and you’re on a road down to hell. So…I did as I was told. As I got older, I was told to read family members’ minds and clue into subtle hints about what they want. If my mom said ‘I wish the fairy would come and wash the dishes’, then it was my duty to be that ‘fairy’ and wash the dishes.

But while I was learning and following both my parents’ and Gods’ example, almost everyone else seemed to be worrying about themselves. My peers only worried about what they themselves wanted rather than what the teacher wanted. They chose to get dressed in their own clothes and stand up to their own parents instead of doing what their parents wanted them to dress in and do. I did this for 17 years. And…I feel no different. In fact, I feel my mental health worsened because I was not allowed a balance. In fact by age 17, my mom was still picking out my clothes. And even then, she told her friends that ‘she (her daughter, me) doesn’t like anything I pick out’. And that hurt, because those moments of selfishness…were being shut down. And the many acts of selflessness I WAS showing, was being overlooked because I did a selfish thing this one time. 

“Do so much, be ridiculed for doing one thing one time”...That was my mom's parenting strategy in 12 words or less. But I don’t blame my mom for those selfless attitudes…I blame the generations before her, that nurtured such attitudes into my mom, and countless others. I hold those earlier generations accountable for what they taught the Gen-X generation and the Millennial generation: That selflessness is good, and selfishness is bad. 

It was the gen-x’s that nurtured such beliefs into their children…and it was the Gen-X and millennials that nurtured those beliefs into the media and shows I watched growing up. One piece of media that stuck out to me, was Barbie in A Christmas Carol, where Edith was seen as the ‘bad guy’ for being selfish and therefore, ignorant to other people’s needs and wants. But through the usual Christmas Carol story by Charles Dickens, Edith learns to be selfless and put others first over herself. And…that’s how the story ends. The whole story of A Christmas Carol, is a purely fictional story with a backwards, easy-to-misunderstand moral: Put others’ needs before your own. 

I think instead of “Always put others before yourself”, they should emphasize the importance of balancing selflessness and selfishness. And though the Gen-Z’s seem to have lots going against them, they do have at least one thing right: In order to help others, you need to be able to help yourself. And that’s something I severely lack right now…I am the master at helping others, but…I fail to know even the first thing about how to help myself get better. How to treat myself in healthy ways. How to reward myself in helpful ways. How to feel personal reward for showing kindness to others. And I should’ve been learning that from the get go. 

The hard part is…my attempts to be selfish are still ridiculed and judged by my parents. And they will continue to ridicule me for showing such foreign beliefs and concepts. Arin Hanson’s little joke about racism and judgements being turned into the quick phrase “You’re not ME! WaaAAH?!” is funny…but immensely true. People judge because they don’t see eye-to-eye on certain opinions. And I know very well how to make people feel understood and listened to. But…who is going to do the same for me? Is there anyone who’s willing to return the selfless acts to me? 

Anyone? 

Yes…there is. But in return, I have to accept that ultimately, that person is going to be as broken as I am: Selfless and never selfish. And once I accept that…then maybe rehabilitation for the both of us...is possible. 

We have seen endless examples of selfishness being pushed way too far. But…the truth is…there are just as many examples of selflessness being pushed way too far as well. Examples that lead to mental health struggles, physical health struggles, sexual health struggles, and even social health struggles. Not being able to advocate for yourself and your own needs…damages every part of your being in a domino effect. I, myself, have attempted to end my life twice because of this social problem. And countless people end up into all sorts of trouble for this very reason. Those people who ‘pulled up their bootstraps and kept going’? They may have died from heart failure due to holding their pain in for decades at a time. All those family members who drowned their pains and sorrows in alcohol? What do you think were those sorrows they were trying to drown? 

Unfortunately…Chronic selflessness is rarely ever seen represented within the media. And while the Gen-Z and Alpha generations are trying to make it known…there’s only so much they can do before they’re ‘disproved’ by a ‘smarter’, ‘more wise’ person of an older generation. And while I am open to interpretation, I am not open to insults and ridicule in the comment section. I already experienced enough of that in my own life. 

So: I'm not going to end my life over such ridicule. Instead, I would like to make chronic selflessness as understood and recognizable as chronic selfishness. And I hope you do as well.

Thank you for reading. 

~TrashySwitch/Pocket

#chronic selflessness #psychology #mental health #heavy subject matter #selfishness vs selflessness

[tervaneula]

It's 1.4k but why did i felt it's longer? It's beautiful and oh my stars am in love with those smitten goofy goobers💙🤍

I don't blame leo for begin in love with Usagi's touch, i believe a rabbit fur is itself heaven's touch! So for him to put Usagi on his lap (best place btw) is understandable 💙

But poor little mikey is what am feeling him, you don't miss with a hungry person ask me - the hungry person begin me - and he had to wait for like.. 30 minutes? Bruh if i were him i'd order and leave those 2 doing god knows what (hint; cuddles, cuddles and much more cuddles).

Usagi getting shocked to see the turtles retract to their shells was actually funny, imagine this happened when they watch horror movie, Usagi will not be able to sleep for a while. (May i say how much i love how he says " oh my stars "? I actually love it).

Finally after cuddle show ended, they can go grab food and when mikey took the sword i was surprised " wait i thought leo can teleport only " but he failed miserably, obviously LOL.

I must say i didn't except this type of chapter but didn't thought i NEEDED it oh my lord thank you so much for blessing me with it 🩷🩷🩷

I think my favorite was their noses touching each other because i see it as a cute couple move 💙🤍

Oh goodness yesSSSS RABBIT FUR IS SO SOFT AND FLUFFY 😭

I might have been projecting because my cat has super soft fur which I love sm and cuddling him reminds me of the fur of a french lop I had years and years ago so obviously Leonardo loves it too lmao......

And yes omg Mikey was at the end of his rope there, he definitely had to wait for longer than just thirty minutes and I feel so bad for him but the comedy demanded it ahjasgdhj

I'M SO GLAD YOU THOUGHT YUICHI GETTING SPOOKED BY THAT WAS FUNNY I was almost cackling out loud while writing that part :D Yuichi got lucky to witness it before any horror movie nights that's for sure lmao (and I love to make him say oh my stars THAT MAKES ME SO HAPPYYYY IT'S SO CUTE)

Since Splinter is able to use Leo's sword and make working portals, I thought that the rest of the family would like to try their hands at it too but unfortunately Mikey isn't very good at it yet XD

BUT GOSH THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!! I'm incredibly glad you enjoyed this little extempore story and left another amazing comment srsly I love these I love YOU and the nose touch is my fave too ;_; These peepaws can fit so much adorableness in them

(i'll make a proper post for it later but the fic is also on ao3 now)

#asks #leoichi