#it being a former friends birthday is always such a weird feeling

[arthur-kingsmen]

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#personal #it being a former friends birthday is always such a weird feeling #i hope he had a good day #would like if i could not think abt it tho

[norrisleclercf1]

Brother’s Best Friend

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x Norris!Reader

Rating: R

Warnings: Angst, mentions of smut, denial, slightly possessive!Carlos, probably some other stuff I’ve forgotten

A/N: F1 is back which means I’m back I hope you all enjoy

You could care less that he was your brother's best friend or used to be a former teammate. It was hard to resist him; his honey eyes, the hair, fuck, just everything about him was damn near charming. He was a walking Taylor Swift song.

Worse, your brother Lando brought you everywhere with him and Carlos. You hated it, yet you bloomed under the Spaniard's attention. Carlos loved showering you with attention, and Lando was none the wiser, believing that Carlos was treating you like a sister, but Carlos definitely didn't treat you like one when you both were alone.

You can't remember when it all started, but one night with enough alcohol to wipe out Kimi, you both hooked up. Waking the following day, you claimed you didn't remember it, but the way you could still feel his hands all over you at night was something you'll never forget.

But, to Carlos, he never once forgot how his name felt on your lips, how you practically came from his lips, praising every inch of your body. Carlos wished you remembered everything from that night, but he never brought it up and never pushed the topic.

"Come on, Y/n, just come out with us; you'll have fun. Charles, Carlos, George, Daniel, Alex, and Lily will be there. Just come out, pleaseeeeeeee!" Lando begs in your ear while you try to watch Wednesday.

"Lando, I said no. Can you please leave me alone?" You grumble, but Lando whines, resting his forehead on your shoulder.

"Why don't you hang out with us anymore? Ever since the party at the club." Lando bitches, and you tense up but quickly shake it off so your brother doesn't notice it.

"Just, the guy I'm talking to wouldn't like it." You blurt, lying without a thought. Lando's head snaps quickly, shocked to hear you have a guy.

"Really?" He asks, a smirk tugging his lips while you start cursing yourself for saying that.

"Well, fuck this guy, you're coming out." Lando smiles and pulls you off the couch while you give up, knowing it was a losing fight against your twin.

"Lando, please, can we not? I just want to stay in." You beg, trying one more time, but it's no use. Lando is already in your closet, picking out your clothes.

You sit on the edge of your bed as Lando pulls out a black shirt with mesh covering a black bra to cover your chest. Lando looks between you and the shirt.

"What?" You ask, ready for him to judge you for owning something like that.

"I mean this in the nicest way possible and with as much respect as a brother can muster, but....I need you to wear this to get laid and stop being bitchy." Lando smiles as your jaw drops open with shock.

"Lando!" You exclaim, but he shrugs and tosses it at you as you stare at your brother in shock.

He grabs a crushed red velvet skirt that had opened slits on either side so whenever you moved, it'd show off your toned thighs and hips, especially with the madonna heels that Lando just pulled out of your closet.

"Go get dressed; we leave in an hour." Lando smirks and strolls out of your room like he accomplished something grand.

But you don't argue and head to the bathroom to get ready. For your hair, you decide to do this weird updo bun with thick curls that unravel out of it slightly and leave two strands to frame your face with the wide coil. With the makeup, you decide to go with this smokey-eye but topped with this ruby red glitter on them to match your skirt. You frame your lips with this bombshell red lipstick that completes everything.

Heading to your jewelry, you stop seeing that necklace he gave you, it was a birthday present, and to you, it meant everything, but to him, it was just some gift for a teammate's sister at the time.

Picking up the necklace you admire, the gold chain, and the red pendent on the front and back always made you guess exactly what you are to him.

"For the one, I always look for." In perfect cursive, it sat on your palm; putting it down, you grabbed some silver chain and put it on, forgetting about the necklace.

Fast forward, and here you stood, surrounded by people and Lando's friends while you danced with Max and Mick, not having a care in the world.

You stop soon enough when you run out of breath, and your throat is dry; walking to Lando, you yell you're getting a drink, but he just nods and watches you head to the bar.

Your fake smile slips off quickly as you stand at the bar waiting for water, refusing to drink any alcohol for the night. Lily seeing you at the bar, makes her way toward you and taps your shoulder.

"You aren't wearing the necklace." Her comment takes you aback, and a nervous laugh rattles your body until you clear your throat.

"What necklace?" You ask, fening innocence while Lily stares at you with this, yeah, right look.

"I couldn't wear it tonight, okay, I...I told him I didn't remember Lily. I can't keep doing this to myself, alright? I mean fuck he won't even look at me anymore." You plead to her.

Lily knew everything about what happened, how you told Carlos you don't remember when you actually did and how you jumped him just to have him to yourself one more time on more than one occasion.

Lily stands there and shakes her head at you and this whole situation. After that night, Carlos threatened the other drivers and told them never to make a move and that you are his. Of course, no one told Lando, as the dumbass was as clueless as ever to the pair of you.

"Y/n, he's been here the entire night, and his eyes hadn't left you, not even when a half-naked girl threw herself at him. Honestly, this is ridiculous. Why can't you two be together?"

That was the question you wanted to avoid.

Because in the end, there really wasn't anything in your way. Lando would be supportive as he loves the two of you more than anything in the world. You know the lifestyle of an F1 driver well and know how busy they can get and wouldn't hold it against him. So why couldn't the two of you be together?

"I have a boyfriend, okay!" You yell the first excuse that comes to mind while Lily is in total shock.

"What?" Oh god, you hoped that voice didn't belong to who you thought it was, but here you are facing Carlos, whose face showed nothing but pain and heartbreak.

Lando and the others stood there too, but Mick, oh sweet Mick, stepped in quickly.

"Yeah, it's a friend of mine. I introduced her to him, and they hit off great, been what Y/n, 2 or 3 months?" Mick asks, smiling while you force the knot in your throat back down.

"Yeah." even to your own ear, it sounded pathetic. "Yeah, his name is Kristopher; been together 3 months now." You smile brightly, knowing you fooled everyone or hope you fooled everyone.

Lando knew Kris as he's seen you and Mick hang out with him constantly; he never knew you two were that close. But Mick quickly texts Kris to tell him if Lando needs evidence.

"Woah, I didn't know Kris was the guy you mentioned earlier. Why didn't you just tell me?" Lando asks, slightly hurt by his twin's secret.

"It's new, Lan, besides you're always busy, and he works too, so it's never been a good time to introduce him properly as my boyfriend." You explain while the others just listen or have conversations of their own.

"Still, Y/n, why wouldn't you tell me I thought you and-" But Lando stops talking when he gets this panic look on his face but stops; shaking his head, he just brushes past you to the bar getting a drink.

You couldn't be in this room anymore; the music, the smell, how the heat was suffocating you, all the eyes on you, it was too much.

Pushing people aside, you rush upstairs onto the private deck; no one ever used it as they preferred to be in the club partying, then somewhere silent and outside for prying eyes.

"Go away, Lando; you made it very clear you aren't happy with me." You yell from your spot when you hear the door open, filling the quiet space with the heavy bass, but it soon grows quiet again.

"Is it true?" Who knew 3 words could make your heart break more than anything.

"Go away, Carlos," a soft whisper is all you can conjure up with him, knowing your voice would betray you.

"I asked if it was true?" He repeated again; this time, his voice was closer. You didn't need to know how close; you could feel the heat rolling off his body, the way his deep smokey cologne made your throat close slightly, wanting nothing more than to pull him into you and bury yourself in that scent.

"Stop." You whisper, hanging your head in shame, hearing Carlos's ragged breaths, either of anger or hurt; you weren't sure.

"No, I won't stop, dammit." He growls and turns you to face him, his normal honey eyes darker, skin flushed, and hands tightening on your arms, making you flinch.

"Carlos, please." You plead the way your voice croaked in the end, has Carlos's hands slipping off your arms, and you feel the familiar weight of his body pressing against yours.

"I was too late. Wasn't I?" He asks, those hands trailing up your body and to your face making you look him in the eyes.

"Yes-" your voice breaks, but you swallow, gathering the courage again. "Yes, you were late, Carlos."

You can see the moment he stops breathing, his chest stops moving, and his tight throat makes his muscles flex, but the jagged breaths start all over again.

"No, no, Mi Cielo, I'm not. That's not true. We can start over, I promise. Please let us start over, Mi Cielo, don't walk away from us; we aren't temporary. We're permanent." He begs, kissing you, pouring in all his heartache.

You shove him off you as tears flow down your face, no longer holding it together.

"Everything is temporary; this was merely one of those things." You sob, smearing your makeup and tears all over your face, no longer caring about holding it together.

"Just one favor, please? I need to hear you say it once; tell me you love me." He whispers, knowing he needs to hear it from your lips once.

You stare at each other, everything slamming into you at once the late-night talks at the tracks, the necklace, the night together, your feelings, his feelings, love. It all hit you at once.

"I love you, Carlos." It was so soft that it made Carlos question if you even said it, but you did.

Carlos steps forward and pulls you into him. Leaning down, he kisses you in such a way you feel like you are melting. His hands travel all over your body, memorizing how you feel, taste, and smell; he needs to know what it feels like once more. He pulls away gently and pecks your lips one last time.

"No matter how hard you fight, you'll always be mine." He whispers, ripping his body off your in a painful, torturous way as he disappears down the stairs, leaving you stunned as the tears slip down your face.

#f1 #f1 x reader #f1 x y/n #formula 1 #f1 fandom #f1 imagine #f1 2022 #f1 scenario #formula one #carlos sainz jr x reader #carlos sainz 55 #carlos sainz one shot #carlos sainz jr x you #Carlos x reader #Ferrari Carlos #carlos sainz imagine #carlos sainz f1 #carlos sainz jr imagine #carlos sainz x y/n

[goblinwithartsupplies]

Things I headcanon about Jason Grace because I am also a wolf kid

Camp Jupiter already knew about Jason before he showed up because other kids saw him while they were with Lupa

He was just referred to as Lupa’s pup

He stayed with Lupa for a little over 4 years arriving at camp Jupiter a week before his 7th birthday

Jason was feral when he first arrived he had some basic language skills thanks to the other kids that were with Lupa but he was FERAL

When Jason showed up he was clutching a ratty little stuffed dog when the augur tried to take it from him Jason nearly bit the guy’s fingers off

Jason got to keep the dog

Jason’s augury (from a stuffed eagle) is how the camp knew he was a son of Jupiter and that his name was Jason

Contrary to popular belief New Rome has a foster system for demigods whose mortal parent is dead and are too young to join the legion

Jason was raised by two dads one of whom was a former praetor

Jason didn’t know his actual last name until Hera/Juno kidnapped him. Juno put the knowledge into his head and Jason feels weird when he introduces himself by Jason Grace

When Jason first introduced himself to Chiron he nearly says the last name he got from his adoptive parents but stops and can’t remember what he was about to say

Jason’s dads are only 14 years older than him

Jason refused to wear shoes for years saying that they made his teeth itch

Jason only wears shoes when absolutely necessary which means he only wears shoes when he’s on quest

As a child Jason would regularly “run away” and visit Lupa and her pack because he misses his wolf mama and siblings

Because of how often Jason visits Lupa he has brought several young demigods to camp

His foster dads had to shop in pet stores to find chew toys for him and a leash he couldn’t chew through

He had hair as long as was allowed and so many piercings

His favorite piercings are his snake bites

When Juno/Hera kidnapped him she cut his hair and healed his piercings

Jason’s foster dads could barely recognize Jason when he first came back to camp Jupiter

The first family activity they had when he got back from the war with Gaea was redo the piercings in his ears that match his dads’

Jason’s friends jokingly say Juno tried domesticate him

Jason hates sleeping in a bed

He’ll do it but he would prefer to be on the floor

Jason is pansexual but never really stuck a label on it

He also never properly came out he just complained about Octavian being really hot but so annoying

Jason’s dads took one look at his raging lesbian punk sister and instantly agreed she was their’s now

When asked who his godly parent is Jason once instinctively answered Lupa

Angst time

When Jason went missing his dads just thought he was going to visit Lupa

When he took to long to get back they went to see Lupa and Lupa had to tell them that their son is missing

When Jason died his dads and Lupa have a bonfire. They burn one of his shirts instead of a funeral shroud.

one of his dads get so drunk that he sobs into Lupa’s fur

Jason’s dads complete Jason’s project of building shrines to the minor gods

They have a small shrine dedicated to both Lupa and Jason in their home

Jason’s glasses sit on the shrine always perfectly polished next to his wolf plush

#percy jackson #pjo #pjo hcs #pjo hoo toa #wolf jason grace #jason grace #feral!jason #feral jason grace #camp jupiter #new rome #thalia grace

[moonlightisdancing]

Snowed in & Undone/ j.m.k

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x Female Reader

Word Count: 4515

Warnings: NSFW 18+ MINORS DNI, a teensie bit of yelling, being trapped(snowed in), soft josh, oral sex (m&f receiving), gagging, fingering, unprotected sex, breeding (lmk if anything’s missed!)

A/N: ‘U.P.’ is the Upper Peninsula in Michigan!

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Your mom is best friends with Karen Kiszka. This caused you to practically grow up with the Kiszka siblings, having weekly Sunday dinner with them after church for years. She had always hoped that you would “fall in love with the curly haired one” and insists that “he’s a nice boy, you’re just being stubborn.” But you couldn’t stand “the curly haired one,” Josh. He’s loud, obnoxious, very full of himself and worst of all a former theater kid. After graduation you had really hoped your mom would drop it. You liked Jake, Veronica and Sam, hell, even Sam’s best friend, Danny, was better to hang out with than Josh. You have made a conscious effort to avoid Josh since graduation, even taking a gap year in the off chance he would go to any real college instead of whatever the hell he was doing. You felt guilty for not liking him, but you had your reasons even if nobody else understood.

“Honey! The boys are going up to the U.P. this weekend for some skiing thing, Mrs. Kiszka said Ronnie’s sick and can’t go. She wants to know if you’ll go so she can change reservations, the pass is already paid for!” You hear your mom shout down the hallway into your room.

You have gone 6 months without seeing Josh, why the fuck would you WILLINGLY do it now? It was tempting though. A weekend getaway with the hot one, Jake? Naturally at the expense of the same weekend being spent with his weird twin brother, the thought of a weekend stowed away with Jake kept you thinking. You’ve always had a thing for Jake, ever since he sat behind you in preschool and complimented the red bow in your hair. He was a heartthrob in highschool, but somehow remained single the whole time. He plays guitar, he’s funny, he’s damn good looking and definitely out of your league. The more you thought about Jake the closer you got to caving in.

“Um… sure! I haven’t really seen Jake since graduation, so it might be fun!” You’ve officially signed yourself up for what could be the best or the worst weekend of your life.

You start packing a bag, with only 1 day’s notice it was a tough time digging through what might not even be clean clothes. You’d only been to the U.P. once when you were little, not even old enough to remember anything other than getting sick in the car from driving for too long. You toss through some clothes until you find ones you think will catch Jake’s eye in the cabin. It’s been instilled in you that red’s his favorite color. You never asked him but why else would he have complimented your bow so many years back? Excitement made it hard to sleep, you watched the clock hit 4:23. You were so tired you wouldn’t have remembered what time you started dozing off if it wasn’t Jake’s birthday. The excitement washes away and you’re finally asleep.

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“HELLOOOO!! WAKE UP!!” You heard someone right in your ear. It didn’t sound like anyone you lived with, and nobody who comes over is that fucking loud but one person, Josh.

“Dude, what the FUCK are you doing in my room?!” You start to open your eyes and turn towards who you presume to be Josh.

“We’re supposed to leave soon… your mom said to come wake you up,” he just stood bedside as if he belonged there, his presence shaking you to the core. He looked different, a good different. Haircut, a little stubble, did he get his eyebrows plucked…?

“Josh, I mean this kindly, get the fuck out of my room. Right. NOW!” You felt a little bad for yelling, but decided he deserved it for intruding.

You hear his footsteps leave your bedroom, Josh grabs your suitcase on the way out to start packing the Suburban. Feeling guilty for what happened, you slowly roll out of bed and get dressed in warm clothes to beat the December chill. You try not to let the situation bother you, this weekend was a spur of the moment and Mrs. Kiszka paid for your entire trip. You would finally get some time away from work and do something fun. Midway down the hall, your mom stops you to give you some money for your trip and a kiss on your cheek.

“I heard you yelling up there… Now you be nice to my future son-in-law, don’t scare him away, that boy will do good for you.” Was she seriously still on this?

“Mom, for the THOUSANDTH time, I hate Josh. Always have. Why can’t you root for maybe… his better half? Jake is so much cooler.” You’ve been begging her for years to drop this narrative, and yet she continues with it.

“Honey, Jake’s too quiet for you, and if I’m not mistaken he has a lady, or maybe I misheard Karen… You know he’s just- he’s an interesting boy that one. Not bad at all, sweet kid, he’s just a little odd, darling. I think Josh’ll grow on you.” She was adamant on you and Josh being together, but she was so wrong.

You head outside and hop into the van behind the passenger seat. You assumed the usual position, Josh driving, Jake passenger, Sam behind Josh. That’s how it had always been when you guys took trips together. Jake was the first one in, he got in the driver seat. Very odd, but no way Josh’s ego would let his 15 year old brother in the front seat. You would have to sit behind him but that’s not worse than next to him. Sam approaches the van, he’s getting into the passenger seat. ‘Not a fucking shot…’ You thought so loudly you were afraid you might have said it. Following behind Sam was Josh, speak of the devil and he will arrive. The devil gets into the seat behind the driver, making this the most unfortunate seating arrangement ever. You didn’t know how long of a car ride this was, but you knew every second spent next to Josh would be insufferable. Worst part was Josh brought an extra bag and instead of placing it between the two of you, he scooched himself into the middle seat and placed his bag on the seat behind Jake.

Halfway through and Josh still hasn’t really spoken to you. Your main source of interaction was little Sammy boy in the front seat, asking him how school was going and if he had any plans for college yet, how Danny was, boring older sister-esque stuff. You didn’t say much to Jake so he could focus on driving, the last thing you wanted was him getting into an accident with ¾ of the Kiszka kids and you, an only child. The Michigan roads weren’t as bad as usual, but still not the greatest with black ice and slushy snow. There was a silence in the van amongst the people, the only thing playing was one of their CD’s Sam put in for you to hear. He had just started making music with his brothers, which was just about the only thing 15 year old Sammy had going on, poor kid. Their music was probably the only bit of Josh you could stand. His voice sounds nice when he sings, so why is it when he speaks you want to tape his mouth shut?

Jake has been driving for who knows how long, looking at the clock would only make it worse. Staring out of the window you start to feel tired, this was uncommon for you but the lack of sleep last night was really doing a number. You start to drift off with the light sound of music humming in the background. You let your head rest against the seat, and slowly fall to the left. You’re so used to the original seating, you didn’t think about whose shoulder you would land on. Sam, right? You’d only done this one other time, and Sam didn’t mind too much until you started drooling and he pushed your head into the window so it had somewhere to lay. But this shoulder felt different then Sam’s, much more broad and definitely had less bone going on. You didn’t care, maybe it was his jacket, all you cared about was getting some damn sleep. You feel a cheek press against the top of your head, and you nuzzle into the feeling of comfort.

“Okay, we’re here guys. Just barely in time to check into our cabins. C’mon sleepyhead.” You feel a hand reach back and shake your knee to wake you up. Your eyes open to Jake staring back, his hand on your knee and Sammy peering over the passenger seat. Suddenly it hits you.

‘If Sam’s up there… who’s shoulder am I- oh my fucking god…’ You felt shivers go down your spine. You realized you had been asleep on Josh’s shoulder this entire time, simultaneously (and unfortunately for you) realizing it was the best nap you’ve ever taken.

‘He smelled nice, he didn’t push me off of him, he’s really warm, NO! Ugh’ You lift your head off of Josh’s shoulder to apologize to him, only to realize he had fallen asleep too. You wondered for a second if he thought the same thing, and you wondered why you felt so much comfort and content on his shoulder if you disliked him as much as you thought.

All four of you get out, grab your bags and head towards the check in area. You hear Jake mention two cabins to the lady at the desk. Your heart thumps faster at the thought of a cabin with Jake, quickly bringing yourself back down remembering Karen probably put the twins together, and the two youngest together. Bunking with Sam isn’t who you were hoping for, but he’s a good kid, the lesser of the two evils. Jake approaches the group with the keys for the cabins.

“Okay, me and Sammy are in 21, Josh and Y/N are in 22, sound good?” Another thought struck so loud you again felt people heard it. ‘No, Jake, it doesn’t sound good. Why would Karen break it up that way, this has to be some sick joke, maybe Ronnie isn’t sick at all and mom put this together.’

“Shall we?” Josh reaches his hand out for yours in a curtsy. All you could think was ‘What a dork…’ Instead you push his hand down, knowing if you grabbed his hand it would be accompanied with a kiss on yours. The group makes their way to their assigned cabins, the snow started picking up and made the 5 minute walk feel like eons. Once you reach the cabins, you wave a sad wave to Jake and Sam as Josh gets the door to your impending doom. He grabs your bag for you and enters the cabin, you follow slowly behind.

“You can pick which room you want.” He says quietly, completely not the Josh you know.

“Josh, are you okay? I’m really sorry for yelling at you this morning. I just- I went to bed late, I was frustrated was all,” you were on the verge of tears trying to make amends with someone you usually didn’t care about hurting. You hate to admit it, but your mom was right, he is a sweet boy. Maybe that’s why you feel so guilty, that and the fact he’s been different towards you since then.

“You know what? It doesn’t matter, it’s fine really.” His voice came out shaky, you knew it wasn’t fine but you didn’t know how to undo the past.

Trying to think of the right words to say, you begin lugging your bag into the direction of the smaller room. You figure it’s the least you can do after being so mean to him.

Each in your own rooms unpacking, you get deep in thought again.

‘Why do I hate him so much? He’s gotta know after 15 fucking years, there’s no way. Why’s he always so nice? Maybe it’s me.’

Your thoughts are interrupted by Josh tapping his knuckles on the door. You turn around to see him timidly standing in the doorway, probably because the last time he entered a room you occupied, he choked back tears.

“What’s up, Josh?” You try to approach him like a stray cat you’re trying to befriend for the first time.

“Jake just called me, him and Sammy are snowed in. I was gonna go help them, but we’re in the same boat, ‘bout halfway up the door…” He places one of his hands on the side of his head awkwardly fidgeting with his curls.

“So, what do you want to do then? I think I saw some board games under the coffee table. Or maybe a movie?” You were trying to make the best of an even more unfortunate circumstance. Not only were you stuck in a cabin with your least favorite Kiszka, but now there was 4ft of snow locking you in the cabin with him.

Josh’s eyes widened in excitement, “Wait, actually? Usually you don’t want… nevermind, I’ll be at the table when you’re done.”

‘Fuck. He definitely knows. I mean how wouldn’t he know. I can’t even talk to him without being a bitch. I wish I could like him. I really do.’ For once you actually feel bad for the consecutive years of poor treatment towards Josh Kiszka on your behalf. You decide it’s time to make amends, become his friend instead of his enemy. Hey, one day you’ll be married to Jake, right? Can’t have your brother-in-law hating your guts.

You try to stall putting your clothes in the dresser, just trying to figure out the right words to make this apology perfect. You have 15 years to make up for, that’s almost your entire lives, although you’d like to think you didn’t start hating him until the 6th grade. You walk out to the living room area, gathering the words and courage up. He made hot cocoa, started the fireplace and already had a game of Monopoly set up. He shuffled one of his playlists that had a mix of a bunch of old people you’d never remember the names to. You were met with his dorky smile as he waved his arms out and wiggled his fingers followed by “Ta-daaaa!” You tried not to blush, the sentiment was touching.

“Josh, before we start the game, can we talk?” You feel tension in the air, your palms growing sweaty.

“Sure, you can sit down y’know, I don’t bite… anymore…” You giggled because as far as you can recall, you don’t think he’s ever bit someone.

“I’ve been thinking lately about how I am with you. I feel bad for avoiding you and always making plans with Jake and Sam when you’re busy. You’re really sweet and fun. Maybe too much fun for me, I think I need to dial it up and we’d be okay. I guess what I’m getting at is I’m sorry, Josh. I’m sorry for always being a bitch.” You feel like you pulled words out of a hat and threw them together.

“Y/N, it’s okay. I try not to take anything personally. I just try to put the energy and positivity into the world that I’d like to get back. I’d hope that in and of itself makes us ‘okay’ not the fact you feel bad. Please, I just want what’ll make you happy.” All you can think is how he captures the essence of the sun perfectly. He radiates warmth and love, you finally realize that it hasn’t been Josh this whole time, it’s been you.

You get up and walk towards Josh, reaching for a hug. He gladly stands up and takes you in his arms. His body against yours feels warm and you’re fully engulfed in his scent as you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck.

“I felt particularly bad when I fell asleep on you and realized I liked it.” You were afraid of ruining the moment, but Josh giggles at your statement.

“I felt particularly bad when I thought about moving your head to stop you from drooling on my shirt, but I wanted you to be comfortable. I was trying to avoid being a Sammy 2.0” You couldn’t even be mad at him after all the shit you’ve put him through.

Josh is still holding you tight in his arms, soaking in the first good interaction you’ve had in an overdue time. Can’t Help Falling in Love comes on shuffle, you hear Josh start humming only making you want to stay there longer. He starts to gently sway with you. You move your arms up from around his shoulders to around his neck as you pull away to look at his face. Taking in all of his features, you realize how gorgeous Josh really is. His coffee eyes sparkle with hints of amber and his light winter complexion paired with his curls gently resting across his forehead. His perfectly sculpted nose sat above his plump, deep colored lips. Had you spent any of these years getting to know him you’re afraid you would have fallen in love. Josh’s been looking at you this entire time and you’d wondered if he was thinking the same things.

“What’s going on in there, gorgeous?” He broke the silence, having you melt in your spot with widened eyes.

“You’re the gorgeous one,” You blushed, feeling it was the wrong thing to say, but remembering he started it first.

Josh’s cheeks grow rosy, “That’s two firsts in one sentence…” you raised your eyebrow at him before he continued “… being called gorgeous, and being complimented by you.”

It’s like his body was calling you, you cradle his face with one of your hands. Rubbing his cheek with your thumb, you start to lean in for a kiss, hoping it’s the right move to make. Josh leans right into you as if this was a familiar occurrence, making it feel as if your lips belong to his. The room around you feels as if it’s spinning, a feeling of ecstasy fills the space around you. He moves one of his hands from your waist to the nape of your neck, tangling your hair between his fingers, he pushes you in gently. You let out the tiniest moan, the feeling of his fingers on your neck sending shivers down your spine. You slowly inch forward forcing Josh backwards toward the couch, you’re yearning for his touch more than you ever thought. He plops down onto the old couch and you fall straddling him making sure your lips never leave his.

You knew what you wanted but you weren’t sure how Josh was feeling. Hesitantly, you pull away from him to ask, “Do you want to do more…?”

Josh looked at you with thin eyes for a second before he realized what he thought you were implying. “Wait like by more do you mean, it.”

You giggled at his terminology. It. “Only if you want to, I’m okay with this, too,” you say reassuringly, you’re afraid maybe you pushed your luck.

Josh doesn’t speak, but the expression on his face says everything. He has a fiery look in his eyes, his cheeks red to the touch. You start kissing him again, feeling him against you through all layers of clothing. Even if this was as far as it got, it was much farther than you ever imagined with either of them.

Josh slides his hand down the small of your back past the waistband of your leggings. He drags his finger tips across your asscheek making you whimper into his mouth. You grind forward on his clothed cock, eager for some sort of relief.

“Josh, please,” you’re begging him to do something at this point, you knew you needed more.

“What do you need?” You can’t tell if he’s being serious, or if he’s really gonna make you ask for it.

“You, I need to feel you.” You barely managed to whine out what you hope he wants to hear.

Josh decides not to waste anymore time. He taps your thighs signaling you to stand up.

“Take those off,” he says pointing to your pants, “and take that off too.” He moves his finger up to point to your shirt.

Josh begins standing up from the couch removing all of his clothing. He’s standing in front of you entirely naked leaving you in your undergarments. You stare at his cock in disbelief of the size. Without hesitation you get down on your knees infront of him, mouth wide open letting him take the reins. He grabs your hair into a makeshift ponytail as you work your tongue around his tip. He’s so big you’re not confident it’s going to fit in your mouth, let alone other places, but you try to take him entirely. You rest him on your tongue and brace your hands on his thighs, slowly working him down your throat. You drag the fingers from your left hand up his thigh and cup his balls. Josh bucks his hips forward in pleasure, causing you to gag, your eyes filling up with tears. He reaches his free hand to your face and wipes away the tears before removing himself from your mouth.

“I wasn’t done!” You teased him.

“Your eyes are watering, I’m not gonna do that to you.” He said gently before lifting you off the ground.

He holds you close to his body in a sheltering hug as he unclasps your bra. He follows this up with a strange question.

“Heads or tails?” You raise your eyebrow in confusion, because what the hell does that have to do with anything?

“Heads?” You say as you see him reaching for a coin.

He flips the coin and catches it, flipping it onto the back of his hand.

He sucks his teeth, “Sorry baby girl, tails.”

He signals you to the couch, you sit down on it but he flips you over, your breasts touching the back of the couch, knees sinking into the cushions. ‘So this is what he meant…’ you think to yourself.

Josh is standing behind you, you feel his hands on either hip, and his breath at the small of your back. You feel his teeth grab your panties as he pulls them down. Josh is on his knees, staring right at your heat, panties around your thighs. You feel him spread your asscheeks, getting a full view, and then you feel his breath again. He licks a stripe from your clit all the way to your entrance before dipping his tongue into you. You let out a moan at the anticipated relief you’d been searching for. He starts lapping at your clit like his life depends on it, working two digits into your entrance. It feels so good you feel like you might cum before the best part happens.

“Are you ready?” He asks, pulling himself away from you.

You didn’t want him to stop touching you with his tongue, but you wanted him more in a different way. You shake your head yes to him, but deep down you’re nervous if he’ll even fit. Josh lines himself up with your entrance, his hands spreading you wide open for him to see. He places his tip at your entrance before slowly pushing in. He moves his hands to your hips. You’re breathing halts, the sensation sends a fuzzy feeling across your entire body.

“Are you okay?” He asks.

“More.” You could barely speak through the high but you still knew what you wanted.

Josh pushes himself deeper until you feel his pelvis touching your ass, he lays across your back, arms around you and plants a kiss between your shoulder blades. He stays there for a second as your slick covers him. As he begins working at a slow pace, he reaches an arm down to toy with your clit. He starts to thrust at a normal pace, working you down to nothing for several minutes.

“Are you close?” He whispers into your ear.

“Uh-huh, are you?” You ask back.

“Yeah, but I want to see that pretty face when you do.” He lays you down on the couch, facing the ceiling as he works his way on top of you.

He wraps your legs around his waist, he shoves his cock back into your dripping pussy, tucking his arms under yours and around your shoulders. He nestles his face into your neck and digs his fingertips into your shoulders. You’re scratching up his back so hard, you’re anticipating open wounds and bloody nails. You feel Josh’s pelvis rubbing against your clit, making you tighten around him again.

“Are you on birth control?” He frantically asks, but you’re assuming for good reason.

“Yeah, IUD.” You respond through sharp breaths, fighting the urge to cum without him.

“Oh, okay, good.” He chuckles a little.

“Josh, I’m gonna cum.”

“Yeah, me too, c’mon show me what ya got.”

You start to moan through shortened breaths, digging your nails deeper in his back, body twitching under Josh’s, you can feel yourself tighten around him as you reach your climax. Following your release, Josh starts to slow down, taking longer, deeper strokes, pulling you down onto his cock by your shoulders.

“Josh, cum in me.” You never thought those words would ever leave your mouth.

He starts to kiss all over your collar bone between low register moans. He thrusts into you one more time, filling you with his cum, followed with a deep sigh. He immediately pulls out and goes to get something to clean you up with. He comes back with a roll of toilet paper as a temporary fix until you make it to the shower.

“Holy shit man, I can’t believe that just happened.” Josh says while wiping his cum off of you.

“Yeah, me either.” You admit.

Josh helps you sit up on the couch, and he places a kiss on your glowing cheek. You get up to get into the shower, barely able to walk and unable to figure out where to go from here. Do you try to take it further, and let your mom be right about the boy you fought years denying? You decided that was something you could figure out later, right now you just wanted to get cleaned up and watch a movie with Josh. You spend about 20 minutes in the shower before strolling out in a pair of pajamas Josh grabbed for you from your room. He made a makeshift fort and had ELF ready to play with some fresh hot cocoa and popcorn that was just popped. You snuggled up with Josh for your little date night, and let all the future explanations wash away as you fell asleep in the warmth and comfort of his arms.

#joshua michael kiszka #josh kiszka #gvf smut #josh gvf #jmk x reader #jmk #dr jmk #greta van smut #greta van fic #greta van fleet #greta van fluff #josh kiszka smut #one shot #gvf josh

[redhairedwolfwitch]

Sacrifices in Avoidance of Heartbreak - Leila Ouahabi x Reader

A/n: so i wanted to post a Leila fic on Leila's birthday but I ran out of time so it's a belated post... oops.

///

Leaving Barcelona wasn’t something you wanted to do, but you felt like you had to. Your teammates and friends, including your best friend were under the assumption that your contract was ending and you could not get a renewal organised with Barcelona. So you left after Barcelona won the Champions League, following Vicky to Manchester, but instead of going to City, you went to United. A choice that confused everyone, but Ona was happy to have you, the defender eventually finding out the real reason that you left Barcelona one night when you were missing Spain a little too much.

You’d only spent a few seasons at the Spanish club, but you fell in love with Barcelona, and your best friend at that club. But she would never love you back, and hearing about Leila being with someone else was enough for it to feel like your heart was being ripped out of your chest. So, you left, to avoid that heartbreak.

The problem is, avoidance behaviours do not solve the issues going on. The dwindling contact with your former teammates was concerning, and whilst they could see you were okay from your social media and WSL games, you missed Leila, your Barcelona teammates and Spain. The Mancunian weather was a lot to adjust to, and you drove to preserve your Spanish skills, plus it entertained Ona with conversations in Spanish that confused the rest of the team, minus Ivana.

United ended up fourth in the WSL in your first season, and whilst Ona spent her off-season heading back to Spain, your avoidance kicked in, determined to avoid the heartbreak you were still feeling a year later.

It was ridiculous, and you knew it, but you couldn’t handle seeing Leila and knowing you would never be good enough for her to look at you as more than a friend. Your self-sabotage having most likely wrecked the friendships you had with your Barcelona teammates.

“It is always weird when players leave.” Patri reminisced, reflecting on how many players were leaving Barcelona this summer, Leila included.

“They always have a reason, but they will always mean something to us. Contracts or not.” Alexia tried to comfort her teammates, but the group were slowly losing the happiness that the Spanish sun gave them earlier, sunbathing forgotten as Ona made a noise, her eyes closed but also hidden by sunglasses as she spoke.

“Not everyone leaves because of contracts. Y/n came to United to escape heartbreak.” 

“Heartbreak? Who broke their heart?” Mapi frowned, sitting up and exchanging looks with Leila, who had no idea of what Ona was talking about.

“Hmm, Y/n was in love with Leila, I think they still are, but left instead of telling her…” Ona trailed off as she opened her eyes, realising Leila was staring at the ground, playing with her fingers.

“Ona…” Alexia murmured, wondering whether Ona even meant to disclose this information, but it was too late.

“Wait, you guys did not know?”

“Do they know Leila is going to Manchester City?” 

Leila did not hear the response however, her mind drifting to the last few times she had seen you before you left Barcelona.

You’d been drifting away for a little while, being less touchy and affectionate, leaving rooms early and talking less when teaming up with Leila during practice. 

There had always been something that had bothered the defender though, the way you held onto her longer than you held onto anyone else during your goodbye hugs, how your tears seemed to be caused by a deeper reason than leaving Barcelona, especially after something Leila had heard you say before.

You adored Spain, and would not leave unless you had no other choice, even admitting you’d love to settle somewhere there one day, after football. So to find out that you left the place you were in love with, because you fell in love with her, and she was just finding out now? It had been a year, and Ona admitted you were still in love with her?

“What was Y/n like?” Ingrid enquired to Mapi, having been silent for a majority of what was said, since she had never really met you, with the season Ingrid arrived being after you left during the summer.

“The sweetest person…” Leila murmured, getting out her phone to do who knows what, halfway between pressing your contact and calling you when an instagram notification caught her eye. A photo of you offering the camera a peony wasn’t something she expected, but the caption made her smile nonetheless.

‘roses are cliche, so i bought peonies’

“The sweetest?” Ingrid smiled, a knowing look on her face that left Mapi confused, but Leila was busy commenting an emoji on your instagram post.

“Sweet, unselfish, prefers to assist rather than score.”

“That was with Barcelona. With United, they score.” Ona countered Alexia’s point, leaving the midfielder to raise an eyebrow.

Leila’s focus drifted again as she opened her messages, finding her last message to you had been left on read, until the familiar speech bubble appeared. The Spaniard watched as one message finally came through.

‘Te echo de menos.’

You missed Leila. That was all she needed to know as a plan formed in her head for when she left to move to Manchester for the next two seasons.

///

You didn’t mean to hit send on that message, telling Leila you missed her. No doubt she would want to catch up when she arrived in Manchester now. Was that so bad, you asked yourself.

However, there was a slight issue, your still existent feelings for the Spanish defender, feelings that only a chosen few knew about because you were scared and insecure. Scared you’d be judged for leaving a top club because you fell in love, but insecure because you thought that you were not good enough for Leila.

Choosing to ignore your phone for the time being, you began to arrange the peonies you had bought, locating a vase and a spoonful of sugar to help the peonies last longer.

///

Your avoidance meant that after the euros, you didn’t hang out with your teammates outside of the training facility during pre-season. You wouldn’t admit it, not to Ona, not to anyone, but you were afraid Leila would be there. Seeing her again, after all this time… your feelings weren’t gone, your heart ached for her but she had no reason to love you back.

What you were doing wasn’t healthy, but you also uprooted your life from where you were happy in Spain and moved everything to England, and now Leila is here in Manchester too, reminding you of that pain in your chest every time you think of her.

You sacrificed your happiness to try to heal from heartbreak, or avoid it, but you sacrificed your happiness and broke your own heart leaving Leila and Spain behind. 

You thought you had ruined everything as you fiddled with the paper straw in your cup, staring through the cloudy plastic lid to watch the ice cubes swirl around in your drink. An elbow in your side left you grimacing, about to elbow Millie back when she gestured to the scoreboard. You were next up to bowl.

Getting up to select the bowling ball you needed, you went to bowl, grinning and throwing your arms in the air when the ball didn’t go into the gutters and actually hit the pins.

You could hear laughter from your United teammates but you didn’t care, until you realised it wasn’t just your United teammates at the bowling alley. Your face fell, and you could feel how the goosebumps ran over your skin, stomach churning and heart fluttering. Some of Manchester City had joined, at the bowling lane next to where you and your United teammates were located.

Ona approached you, holding her bowling ball to bowl next but she paused, spotting the look on your face, and realising who you were looking at. She was yet to spot you, but Leila was in your close proximity for the first time in months.

“Are you okay?”

“I don’t feel well. Could you bring my stuff to the toilets please? I’m going to go there then head home.” You explained, barely getting a concerned nod from the Spaniard before you were hurrying to the toilets, not realising that your speed walking caught another Spaniard’s attention.

Staring into the mirror in the toilets after exiting the cubicle, you grimaced as you realised you were sweating, your heart rate not calming down even after splashing water on your face and trying to focus on your breathing.

“I have your things.” Ona announced as she walked into the toilets, holding out your bag to you after you dried your hands with the hand dryer.

“Gracias, Ona. I will see you tomorrow, hopefully…” you swallowed nervously, fiddling with your keys in your hand as you headed towards the door, opening it only to freeze.

Leila smiled softly, but her face fell as you all but scurried away and out of the bowling alley in general, disappearing into the car park and out of sight.

“They hate me.” 

“They love you, but think you would not love them.” Ona replied, sending you a text asking for you to tell her when you were home safely, before taking Leila back to the bowling lanes, explaining that you had felt unwell and gone home, so someone else would take over your turns to bowl.

///

It kept Leila up at night, the look on your face, the pain in your eyes that you didn’t realise she could see. Pain and tears. She found out from Ona that you got home safely, and it was only through persuasion and reminding Ona that she was the reason Leila knew of your feelings that Ona gave her your address, but warned her that if things went south, she would leave you alone.

Leila knew your schedule from when the two of you were at Barcelona, she knew how you functioned before and after training, and before and after games. After anything, you’d shower, make food then fall asleep watching something either in bed or on your couch unless you’d been invited out, in which you’d shower, eat out somewhere or eat before heading out, and crash in your bed after.

Life got busy for a few days, but once Leila had the chance, and she knew you were home, she decided to take the chance and go talk to you. Maybe it was invasive, going to your home after getting the address from Ona, you’d probably kill the young Spaniard but you and Ona had almost a sibling relationship after all this time. You’d get your own back at Ona somehow.

It took longer than expected to find where you lived, tempted to call someone for help since google maps’ directions weren’t the most helpful, but eventually Leila’s hand hovered over the door before spotting the doorbell. A doorbell that she wasn’t sure worked, until the door opened, revealing you wearing an apron over your pyjamas.

You froze the moment the doorbell rang, putting down the wooden spoon and turning down the hob before hurrying over to the door, forgetting to look out the window to check who it was.

“Leila! What, what are you doing here?” Your voice shook slightly, hand tightening on the door handle as the temptation to slam the door in your crush’s face crept into your mind, but you didn’t do it. Instead you let Leila in, leaving her in the hallway as you hurried back to the kitchen to stop your dinner from sticking to the pan.

“Why are you here, Leila?” Your voice thick with sadness, Leila hesitated as she stood at the counter next to you, observing you stirring what she assumed was what you were making for your dinner.

You didn’t hear what Leila said at first, turning your head as she repeated it, but you just hummed, you missed talking in Spanish. You spoke in Spanish to Ona a lot, but the rest of your teammates usually looked confused after.

“We need to talk about what? It’s been months, I don’t see how we have much to talk about-” the wooden spoon fell from your hand into the pot, your fingers clinging to Leila’s zip up hoodie as she pulled you into a hug. She didn’t hold onto you tightly, expecting you to push her away, but your body betrayed you as you leaned into Leila, your face buried in her shoulder as you moved your arms to hug her back.

Only pulling away when your timer went off, signifying that your dinner was done, you couldn’t look Leila in the eye. Your focus stayed with your dinner and trying to get it served whilst still warm, and not make a mess in the process.

“I know why you left Barcelona.”

You hummed, gently tilting the pot to pour your dinner into the bowl you had out, hoping not to spill it but Leila’s lack of subtlety took you by surprise.

“You left because you are in love with me.”

Leila’s eyes widened at the clattering noise of the pot hitting the rim of the bowl, hurrying forwards to help you before you split your dinner on the counter.

“Who, who told you that?” Your lack of denial left Leila’s eyes softening, deciding to try not to get Ona in even more trouble by saying it was the younger Spaniard that told Leila and the others during the off-season.

Shaking her head, Leila sighed, “you left without telling me, you thought I did not love you back?”

Staring at the steam rising from the bowl of food, you let out a sigh in return of Leila’s sigh.

“Sí.”

Leila looked up from where she had been looking at the floor, realising what you had said, what you had finally admitted after leaving Spain so many months ago without really talking to Leila again.

“Idiota.”

“Excuse me?” Raising an eyebrow, you turned to the Spanish defender.

“Idiota.”

“Why am I an idiot? For sacrificing my love of Spain to protect myself against the heartbreak of falling in love with my best friend and her not feeling the same way.” You deadpanned, about to fold your arms but Leila reached out, her hands on your hips.

“Because she feels the same way, idiota.”

“She, you, you what?” You spluttered but Leila shook her head, pulling you towards her so you were within almost kissing distance.

“Te amo, idiota.”

“Yo también te amo, Leila.” Biting your lip, your gaze rested on Leila’s lips, returning to her eyes as she smirked, leaning forwards so her lips met yours, your hands on her shoulders to steady yourself. Dinner going cold and forgotten on the counter.

/// hopefully some accurate translations ///

Te echo de menos - i miss you

Gracias - thank you

Sí - yes

Idiota - idiot

Te amo - i love you

Yo también te amo - i love you too

#woso x reader #leila ouahabi x reader #woso imagine #leila ouahabi imagine #woso imagines #barcelona femeni x reader #then it's actually manchester united!R x manchester city!leila but that's too complicated to put in a tag lbr #leila ouahabi imagines

[rphelperblog]

Lizzie Saltzman Quote Rp Meme

I’ve got a lot of secs...I mean time.”

“I’m trying to rise above it so let me freaking rise.”

“Did she who must not be named just fat shame me?”

“Are we poor?”

“That is why I have decided to permantly release my inner bitch.”

“If you hurry, you can catch up with blair bitch and tongue chum her again.”

“Distracted during a monoluge, classic villain mistake.”

“For the record, this selfless act of heroicism fully cancels out my previous dodgy behavior.”

“I just have this feeling that everything is going to work out just fine.”

“Only a threat to those dumb enough not to fall in line.”

“Great luck sending jimminy cricket after me.”

“”Aparently not long enough to think of something clever to say.”

“Fifty shades me.”

“This sentient jar of artisinal maynoaise.”

“Don’t worry. I will just ask him about star wars and he will talk the whole time.”

“This is a nergasm, not a plan.”

“If I am destined to die in my prime, at least let it be in a blaze of heroes glory.”

“I know that I am great, but everyone else- terrible.”

“I spent a lot of time bettering myself over the summer and I am gonna need you all to rise to my level.”

“This is terrible news. It’s freaking fall not winter. What am I gonna wear?”

“I’ve always wanted to be apart of a power couple.”

“I’m mad at the world and you just happen to be in it.”

“Thanks a lot. Way to ruin life for the rest of us.”

“One word. one word and I could burn her perky little boobs to ash.”

“We aren’t in the prison yard, ass hat.”

“Would you like to be the robin to my batwoman?”

“You’re fine. Just a little- Slutty.”

“We are gonna suck?”

“Anything to keep me from picturing my sister’s tragic visit to the shire.”

“Sometimes, she was just tired or having a bad day or whatever.”

“I just want to soak in this gold moment when we thought that your plan would work.”

“You are pagent pretty, reasonable well spoken and the added benefit of being an orphan.”

“It’s effective, but her methods- quaint.”

“Screw this world.”

“Well, in that case, screw personal growth.”

“I’m sorry. We can’t all be born with resting pouty face.”

“We get it you came back. Now, disapear again.”

I fancy sex with you. The jury’s out on all the rest.”

“For the love of frodo, go rescue your hobbit. We will muddle through.”

“I’m a taste maker. An influencer. people don’t know what they want til I tell them they want it.”

“I’m pretty sure I’ve seen that on a poster at the dentist’s.” 

“New plan. The gloves are off. Let’s burn these bitches to the ground. We’re going to give these townies a taste of what we’re really made of.”

“No one has been better off without you.”

“And we don’t exist for just one boy.”

“This is an honor. It’s so nice to know that you all love me as much as I love myself.”

“Epic former frenemy reunion is going to have to wait.”

“A mission for a hero and her league of- whatever.”

“In order to conquer, we had to divide.”

“i thought you would have wanted to spend the day canoodling with your hipster boyfriend.”

Ew. Wait, that leaves me with High-and-Mighty Granger. Like Hermione Granger, but just more stuck-up?”

“You only get one chance to make a good first impression, and you don’t want to be the girl that wears a uniform to a school that doesn’t have uniforms.”

“That wreath can’t go there. That is where the doves are being released which is after the video, remember?”

“Oh god, he has got you speaking nerd.”

“I’m getting back to me. I am who I am.” 

“If you would be happy to be my date to my birthday on Friday.” 

“Do I look pretty when I play quarterback?” 

“You are not friends. Your just a montage.”

“I’m not worried about losing the election. I’m worried about what I’m going to wear to my victory rally. The outfit makes the speech.” 

“No, I am not a virgin.”

“Oh god, that was my inside voice.”

“For once, your weird relationship with my dad is paying off.”

“You cannot leave me alone with just her for company.”

“I was making an entrance mop head.”

“If she still wants to kill me, the safest place I can be is right next to you.”

“No, I am right on time to kick your ass.”

“On a scale from horrific to apocalyptic, a 12.”

“That is such a move.”

“I am nosey, in like a charming way.”

“Do I look like a nerd?”

“nothing that you and I will be proud of.”

“It’s hero time.”

“Nu-uh, we are all good.”

“Are you seriously telling me that I am going to die because I become a better person?”

“on the bright side, we are all happy that you are single.”

“I don’t do trash.”

“I should have said this earlier but black isn’t your color.”

“No wonder you had a thing for me.”

“Is it because I am prettier than you?”

“It’s so much less impressive when you give the hero speeches.”

“Oh god, I am having an episode again.”

“I did. I do. Also- I am incredibly turned on by him.”

“I prefer to die with dignity.”

“Unchain me, and maybe I will tell you. You thrift store hobbit.”

“Trust me, no one thinks that.”

“We are about to die. Figure something out.”

“I’m unique and special and for some reason I am angry at the world because of it.”

“Good morning... more like despair.”

“I care that instead of being welcomed at the airport, we were stuck taking a shuttle that smelled like a sewer for three hours.”

“See the new you is so snarky.”

“Be surprised quitely.”

“So buckle up. We are in this tell the bitter end.”

“It’s okay. Just let it out the real way. Like you have needed too all this time.”

“All good things, I hope.”

“What is with the performance anxiety?”

“Why? I am wearing polyester.”

“Who is this trollop?”

“When I said that I wanted to hang out, this is not what I had in mind.”

“This is the definition of girl power. I am proud of us.”

“If you tell anyone else this, I will deny it, but I am glad you are back.”

“WIth global warming, I might never see the florida keys because of you.”

“who better to put a touching memorial to me than me?”

“That hair, that shirt... oh, I see you have a point there.”

“We are airy clouds flying high above a tuburlant sea of teenage drama.”

“He is hot and crazy and the language barrier would make it hard to communicate. Just how I like it.”

“Why are you carrying a sword?”

“Sorry, I think.”

#open to all #open to anyone #open rp #ask meme #open meme #open to anybody #rp meme #ask prompt #roleplay meme #memes #lizzie saltzman #elizabeth saltzman #hizzie #hope mikaelson #landon kirby #josie saltzman #legacies starter #legacies #open legacies rp #open legacies starter #open tvd rp #open tvdu roleplay #open tvd starter #tvd rp #legacies rp #jenny boyd #mg #open vampire diaries starter #open vampire diaries roleplay #tvd universe

[dearweirdme]

do u think it’s a possibility that tae and jk are just super super close best friends who maybe at one point hooked up a few times but nothing rlly more? i feel like we could be reading into things too deeply with them bc there are some things that don’t make sense to me if they were actually to be in a relationship. like one example is when jk said in his birthday live that tae didn’t come to see him/call him on his birthday and that to me is indicative of them not being in a relationship. idk i just think that as much as they hang out and everything and are close than others as seen in chp 2, it doesn’t mean it’s romantic. like when i think back on it, what exactly have they done that is undeniably romantic? the dream premiere could rlly have just been two best friends going together since he’s not closer to wooga…idk. i believe in tkk but then sometimes i rlly get in my head and think nothing they’ve done proves they r romantic. maybe they are generally attracted to eo and have hooked up but decided to just keep it as that, close friends who screw arnd here and there but nothing super serious.

Hi anon!

Though there are more (former) tkkrs who tend to believe that’s what happened.. a fwb kinda situation, I personally don’t.

For starters, I think I’ve consistently seen genuine infatuation from the both of them. Infatuation that to me seems so strong all throughout the years, that to me it looks like love. They get shy, giddy, entranced by each other, so to me it went further than just physical attraction.

I also think there would have been less weirdness from the side of the company if it had only been a few times of hooking up. There’s not really a reason to heavily cover up something that is not serious and will not go anywhere. If BH had found out about them hooking up.. they wouldn’t have cared. Because hooking up can put a stop too easily. But it’s also not the hooking up that people caught onto (obviously we will never have seen something like that). It’s the closeness, the familiarity, the way they are different from other members, and mostly it’s the consistency of these things throughout the years. We have little moments that would directly translate to romantic behavior, but to me the whole of it all does. It’s the way they fit into the context of BTS together: as a pair Tkk is treated differently. They treat each other different from the others as well.

There’s always going to be details we don’t understand. It’s because we always lack context. I’m a firm believer of Jk not giving a shit about birthdays (i think he even mentioned something along those terms recently, though I cannot remember which interview(?) that was). The man was in his pajamas when he did that live, which to me indicates he went live for army.. but wasn’t really celebrating the day himself. When you’re almost always on the road or working.. things like birthdays kinda lose meaning I think.

I think Tae and Jk have to solid a friendship/bond for it to have been a case of fooling around/hooking up at random. I think the emotions we have seen from them are too strong for it to have not been serious. And.. I think we wouldn’t have caught up on it if it had only been a few times of hooking up. We can see the difference between friendship and more anon. To me it is very clear for instance that Tae and Jm are just friends.. and that all the other members are just friends.. but Tae and Jk are different.

#taekook

[sea-owl]

Okay, so the Addams family (yes, I will make this reference even though the Featherintons are not gothic in this AU) are an ancestral and powerful family in the world of magic. And Penelope's mother just happened to be born in this family.

Portia Featherinton went to Hogwarts and had wonderful years in its halls, laughing at the ghosts and paintings on the wall. Somehow, she ended up in a marriage with a muggle.

Penelope grew up in two worlds, one full of magic, where her mother was actually happy, and the world of her father, surrounded by the restrictions of the ton, but she had Eloise, she had the Bridgertons, and most importantly, she had Colin.

On her eleventh birthday, she didn't pray, she didn't know which world to pick, so destiny choose to her. Weeks later, her mother woke her up, smiling and giggling. Penelope was going to Hogwarts, even with her obvious lack in talent in magic. So, she packed her bags, promising her mother she would never tell a soul about the school, and trying to calm Eloise nerves about being separated from her close friend. She didn't get to say goodbye to Colin, him starting his travels and not being home.

And the thing is, she adored the school, and even made friends who weren't Eloise. There's Simon, a former Slytherin who now worked as a teaching assistant in potions, and Kate, the brave Gryffindor that shined bright on the quidditch team, Sophie, a kind Hufflepuff with a talent for divination, and Gareth, her fellow Ravenclaw, a year younger, whom she took under her wing. Then there's Phillip, a sweet Hufflepuff who spent his days in the gardens, and Michael, a talented in transfigurations Gryffindor who spent his trying to get him out of there.

In comparison, she just kinda hated going back. She missed Eloise, just like someone misses their limb, but she hated the ton. Hated being looked as if she's weird just because she goes to an unknown school with her sisters, hated being ignored, just an unpleasant feeling by being there.

At 18, she graduates and starts working at the Daily Prophet, and spends most of her days away from her dad's side of the world. Away from Eloise, and the Bridgertons, and Colin.

In her 28th birthday she apparates to her mother's birthday party, only to be discovered by Colin.

Chaos ensues as her, her friends, with the addition of genius Lucy, a Slytherin who is claimed as the brightest witch, and who somehow likes arithmancy, and her family try to gaslight the boy into thinking he's crazy. Colin falls in love amist this.

Wait, I somewhat have a Harry Potter au! Link

The post is more to do with Michael kidnapping, I mean force befriending, I mean adopting, Phillip and Penelope at Hogwarts. Still applied the whole spouses only thing for the magical world but this a great expansion for it!

Again, fair warning everything I know about Harry Potter was absorbed through the fandom with random videos popping up on my tiktok. So this is highly me just winging it. I might tweak this though just a little bit.

Penelope, for all her life, had heard the whispers around her about how weird her family is. Even when others weren't making a sound. They say her family dressed oddly, that her mother miserable old bat, and that she was so unnoticeable it was creepy how she somehow always seemed to answer others even without them saying a word.

It was true that her mother dressed her daughters differently than others, but what they don't know is that citrus colors were to hide the reminisce of the magical world her mother was born into.

Yes, her mother was miserable at times, but wouldn't you also be miserable if you were forced to hide the one part of yourself that you loved the most? Her mother's misery was derived from being forced to stay in a world that forces her to supress herself.

As for Penelope herself, she can't help she hears things others say. Maybe they shouldn't be speaking if they don't want her to hear.

The truth was Penelope's mother, Portia Featherington, was not from the world of the ton. Born Portia Addams, Penelope's mother was a witch, born into the Addams family, a powerful and old magical family in Spain. During Portia's childhood she was brought to England's wizarding world, and later attended Hogwarts. Portia adored her time in school, and she adored magic. Things after Hogwarts became murky but somehow, she ended up married to Penelope's father, Lord Featherington. This marriage forced Portia to stay in her husband's world and hide her magic. Now the only time Penelope sees her mother smile is when they visit their Addams family members or during the nights when Portia brings her daughters outside and teaches them about magic under the moonlight. If Portia could, she would leave the ton behind and fully rejoin the magical world.

Penelope herself wasn't sure what world she would prefer to live in. Despite the whispers and restrictions of the ton she had her best friend Eloise, and her family the Bridgertons, who sometimes felt like Penelope's second family. Of course, there also Colin Bridgerton, Eloise's older brother, and the man Penelope was secretly in love with. But the magical world was also quite fascinating to Penelope, and there were times that she found herself smiling more in the magical world than she did in the ton. Even though Penelope does not have the same accidental magic bursts that her sisters displayed she knows her mother is hopeful all her four of her daughters will go to the same school she did.

On Penelope's 11th birthday she did not pray for one way or another. She was still unsure what world she wanted to be in. She decided to let destiny take the wheel.

About a month after Penelope's 11th birthday she was awoken with her rmother laying next to her, giddy as a child.

"Oh Penelope," Portia sang. "You have a letter."

Turns out Penelope was going to Hogwarts after all. With a promise to her mother to not tell a soul about the magical world, and reassuring Eloise that they will write to one another Penelope found herself in a carriage on it's way to her mother's world.

Once Penelope was at Hogwarts she found out why her mother loved it so much. There was something freeing about magic and Hogwarts felt like endless possibilities. That hat hesitated when sorting her, it had debated between Ravenclaw and Slytherin before ultimaly deciding to put her in Ravenclaw. Penelope also found out why she kept hearing whispers in the ton at Hogwarts. Turns out she had an affinity for legilimency and what she thought were whispers was really her going into people's minds and reading their thoughts. Oops.

Sorted into Ravenclaw Penelope found herself quickly making new friends too. It started with her fellow first year, and fellow Ravenclaw Edwina Sharma. Edwina proceeded to introduce Penelope to her older sister, Kate Sharma. Kate Sharma was a Gryffindor, a talented quidditch player, and had an affinity for magic associated with magical beasts. Next came her kidnapping, okay fine surprised friend adoption, from Hufflepuff Michael Stirling, who has a talent for transfigurations. Through Michael Penelope met one of his other surprise adoptees Phillip Crane, a fellow Ravenclaw who spends more time in the herbology greenhouse than he does in his dorm. While being dragged by Michael to the Huffelpuff common room Penelope met Sophie Beckett, another Huffelpuff who had a talent for healing spells. It was a slow build to friendship with Simon who was a Slytherin graduate at Hogwarts and now assists the arithmancy teacher, hiding from his father Penelope will accidentally learn later. During Penelope's second year Kate came bounding in the group study session with a nervous looking first year Gryffindor Gareth St Clair, who turns out was semi related to Simon and had a talent for charms. The last one came after Penelope's graduation in the form of Lucy Abernathy, a Huffelpuff divination specialist, who Penelope's sister, Felicity, had befriend.

During her time at Hogwarts Penelope found she did not want to return to her father's world of the ton. She found the longer she was away from it the more she came to hate it. She found even less reason to keep coming back when her letters with the Bridgertons lessened until they were practically non-existent, then her father died too when she was 14. Without a son Penelope's father wrote in his will that whichever of his daughters had the first son would inherit the estate and their son would become the new Lord Featherington.

Portia raged that it was one final jab at her, another reason to force her to stay around the ton.

When she was 17 and graduated Penelope had begged her mother not to debut her like she did with Prudence and Philippa. She argued that there was no way she would have the first grandson since the ton didn't even notice her for one thing, and Penelope wanted to stay in the magical world.

Portia gave her daughter her blessing and Penelope fled to the magical world, finally staying. In the magical world Penelope had a well-known novelist under the name Lady Whistledown. She's known for her characters being so lifelike and the enchantments she used to let readers hear the voices of the characters as they read. Penelope doesn't mention that the reason her characters are so lifelike is because she'll study people and with her legilimency she can casually hear their passing thoughts as they walk by her.

When Penelope is 19 and getting ready to write her next book Edwina drops a bomshell on her.

"You want to what?" She could not have been hearing Edwina right.

"I want to participate in a London season as a debutant," Edwina repeated.

"Why?" Penelope asked beyond confused. "And why do you want me to join you? What of Mr. Bagwell?"

Charles Bagwell was a scholarly man Edwina had met as she continued her studies at University. Since their first conversation Edwina has been infatuated with him, possibly love him. Penelope could not think of any reason why her friend would want to give up a rarity like that for a London social season of all things.

"Actually, it's all for research," Edwina answered. "I am researching on how enchanted instruments sound to muggels vs witches and wizards. I figured the balls of the London social season would give me both instruments to enchant and a group to study off of with the debutants."

Penelope raised an eyebrow because Edwina still hasn't explained why she wants Penelope to run the London social season with her.

"And I was hoping my very good friend with knowledge of the social season and the ability to hear others' thoughts would join me so I know what the debutants internal thoughts are when they hear the enchanted music."

"Edwina!" Penelope exclaimed.

"What? I'm not asking you to dig into their minds," Edwina said. "Just do what you normally do and passively listen."

Penelope stared down her friend, and Edwina stared right back.

"Fine," Penelope said," but I want that nice new quill set, the one with the raven feather."

"Deal," Edwina said.

"And," Penelope stressed. "You must get all of our friends who are of age to come too. So that means Simon, Michael, Phillip, Sophie, and of course Kate."

Edwina's jaw dropped. "How am I supposed to drag Simon and Phillip to London? And why do we need all three? Can't we just get Michael?"

"A debutant can only dance with a gentleman twice my dear Edwina, and you know the ton does think my family weird," Penelope said. "If you want me to gather as much information as possible we'll need all three."

Edwina groaned and plopped her head against her friend.

Somehow by some miracle (probably Kate) Edwina had gotten all their friends to come. She even got Gareth and Lucy. Though those two are on a break from Hogwarts and came with Felicity to laugh at them.

Portia had to hide her laughs when Penelope informed her of Edwina's research and that Penelope must debut to help her. With her husband dead Portia was much more relaxed. While she was still forced to stay within the ton until a grandson was born, she was now free to do as much magic as she wanted in her home. The staff to the Featherington home has dwindled as well but those who are on staff like the butler Briarly, and Mrs. Varley the head maid, are witches and wizards themselves.

Penelope had already sent her luggage ahead to her mother's house and was just grabbing a new journal to draft her new story in with her new raven quill.

"Here we go," Penelope sighed as she apparates to the Featherington House in Mayfair.

Well, not exactly to the house, but on a corner of it where one would have a hard time seeing her. While most should still be in bed or at breakfast before morning calls, one couldn't be too careful.

"Pen?"

Penelope froze. It's been years since she's heard that voice. The last time she heard it she was 16.

Turning around Penelope's horror grew as she saw Colin Bridgerton on his horse, most likely returning from one of his travels.

"Colin, it's been so long." Penelope said, her voice too high.

"Did you just appear out of thin air?" Colin asked, bewildered.

Damn, damn, damn! Deny, deny, deny!

"Colin don't be silly," Penelope said. "Humans appearing out of thin air? It's only the stuff of fantasies."

Penelope began to walk back towards her house. "If you will excuse me, my mother is waiting."

Once inside Penelope ran to the drawing room. Thankfully only her friends and Felicity were in there. "I fucked up! I fucked up!"

#ya'll made me look up technical names for harry potter magic #and what classes hogwarts teach #never say i don't try to do some research #hogwarts houses and the spouses specialties are just my personal choices for each spouse #like simon got switched to arithmancy because he's canonically a nerd who likes numbers and got a math degree at oxford #this is long and messy #oh well #bridgerton #bridgerton spouses #harry potter au #polin #edwina sharma #edwina sheffield

[askingrachelberry]

⭐ meet rachel, auditioning with she used to be mine from waitress.

" you might laugh because every time i sign my name i put a gold star after it, but it's a metaphor. and metaphors are important. my gold stars are a metaphor for me being a star. "

📍pinterest. 🎵 playlist.

wait, is that RACHEL BERRY? they kinda look a lot like MAUDE APATOW, don’t they? i heard the TWENTY-ONE year old is known as the OVERACHIEVER around mckinley. it seems like they auditioned to be in NEW DIRECTIONS which is so lame? people at campus have said they’re AMBITIOUS, but don’t be fooled since they’re also NARCISSISTIC. rumor has it, you can find them at DRAMA, DANCE/BALLET, GAY-STRAIGHT ALLIANCE, & ENVIRONMENT CLUB when they aren’t belting show tunes. their entire vibe revolves around GOLD STARS (IT'S A METAPHOR), THE EUPHORIC FEELING OF CROSSING SOMETHING OFF OF YOUR TO-DO LIST, & A GHOSTLIGHT SHINING ON A DARKENED STAGE but no one pays attention to that here in ohio.

BASICS

full name: rachel barbra berry

pronouns: she/her

hometown: lima, ohio

birthday & sign: december 18 & sagittarius

age: twenty-one

relationship status: single

sexuality: bisexual

occupation: student at mckinley arts college

clubs: drama, ballet/dance, gay-straight alliance, environment club

glee club: new directions

major: drama

HEADCANONS

rachel has always been an overachiever, joining club after club, spearheading group projects to the point where she just does them herself, etc. back in high school she had the excuse that it was to get into a good college. now it's simply a habit that she can't break. if her hand isn't up first in class when the teacher asks a question then something is seriously wrong.

rachel knows she's unpopular and she's very much aware of why (she can be too much for people sometimes and she's very focused on her own future, to the detriment of those around her), but it does weigh on her. she is more insecure than one might imagine and she longs to have some of the college experiences that movies have popularized.

her insecurity does not extend to her talent. she knows that she's too good for small town ohio and it kills her that she's wasting away some of her precious ingenue years, but college show choir is a real way to get attention. and it's important to have the training that a college like mckinley provides on a resume, even if one doesn't actually need it.

rachel likes to be in control of situations. she doesn't drink or consume any mind-altering substances and she gets the proper amount of sleep each night so she's always sharp. she has her routines and she's perfected them. however, if her control of a situation starts to slip, there's no knowing what she'll do.

for example, if she's been threatened by someone else's talent in glee club, the one slushie-free safe haven she's constructed at mckinley, maybe she'd go so far as to send that person to a non-active crack house to get them out of the picture...

WANTED CONNECTIONS

happy to plot something out via dms or discord !!

best friend

friends

rivals

frenemies

enemies

bully

co-stars

crush

TAKEN CONNECTIONS

blaine anderson. show choir competition. respects.

bree brown. disliked by / slushier.

brody weston. good influence (her on him).

finn hudson. teammate. confidence booster/voice of reason.

harmony pearce. former friend/rival.

jacob ben israel. weird little crush. it's simply canon.

kurt hummel. teammate. further specifics tbd!

noah puckerman. childhood friendly. their parents were pals when they were children and they bonded through having gone to the same temple. though they were pals when they were kids, by the time middle school hit their paths had been set - noah was destined to be popular and rachel was destined to not.

#wmacintro

[femme-malewife]

Matenro Profile Translation

Translator’s note: I’m not a professional translator, so if anyone spots anything weird, feel free to message me.

Also the images provided in the guidebook are various images of them in different outfits, so I’m just going to be using images from the ARB game.

Jinguji Jakurai (CV: Hayami Sho)

ill-DOC

Former The Dirty Dawg member. He's a genius doctor, seeking atonement by becoming a doctor after assassinating terrorists in his past. He moved from place to place during the war but now resides in the Shinjuku Central Hospital. He has bad drinking habits, and once he drinks, he begins to act violently while speaking with an Edo dialect. He has a mixed relationship with Ramuda from the Shibuya Division.

Hypnosis Ability: Medication. It recovers yourself and your allies from damage attacks.

Birthday: January 9th

Zodiac: Capricorn

Age:  35 years

Height: 195cm

Weight: 69kg

Blood Type: Type B

Handedness: Left

Occupation: Doctor (Shinjuku Central Hospital)

Likes: People, Fishing, Reading

Dislikes: Inhumane Behavior, Abuse

Favorite Food: Natto

Hated Food: Donuts

Izanami Hifumi (CV: Kijima Ryuichi)

GIGOLO

Shinjuku's #1 host, seemingly open and frivolous, though in reality he has gynophobia. In order to try to overcome his own trauma, he became a host. With a lot of effort, he's able to succeed as long as he's wearing his jacket. He's skillful with his hands and has a wide variety of hobbies such. Kannonzaka Doppo is his childhood friend who he met in elementary school, and currently both live in the same apartment.

Hypnosis Ability: Enchant. Able to enchant your opponent and manipulate them to your will.

Birthday: June 22nd

Zodiac: Cancer

Age:  29 years

Height: 179cm

Weight: 64kg

Blood Type: Type A

Handedness: Right

Occupation: Host (Fragrance Host Club)

Likes: Himself, Women, Cooking, Outdoor Activities

Dislikes: Women, Classical Music, Lazy People

Favorite Food: Food he cooked himself

Hated Food: Frozen food

Kannonzaka Doppo (CV: Ito Kent)

DOPPO

A sales representative at the E.L Medical Co, a manufacturer of medical equipment. Despite always working hard, he's constantly belittled by his boss. He's an extremely pessimistic person, and due to his negative personality, he doesn't have many friends. He's timid and kind, though he can get out of control if he gets angry. He's been childhood friends with Izanami Hifumi since elementary, and they both live in the same apartment.

Hypnosis Ability: Berkserker. After consuming lots of mental strength, you become uncontrollable, the attack power increasing explosively.

Birthday: May 15th

Zodiac: Taurus

Age:  29 years

Height: 175cm

Weight: 59kg

Blood Type: Type O

Handedness: Right

Occupation: Company Employee (E.L Medical Co Sales Representative)

Likes: Sleeping, Houseplants

Dislikes: His Boss, Exercise, Standing out, Being the Center of Attention

Favorite Food: Omurice

Hated Food: Coriander (Cilantro)

#jakurai jinguji #hifumi inazami #doppo kannonzaka #matenro #hypmic #hypnosis mic #official guidebook #sorry for the delay i got lazy #happy birthday hifumi-kun!!!! #lisians translations

[lvcky0ne]

｡:°ஐ basics 

✧.  stage name: hiro

✧.  birth name: minami hiro

✧.  birthday: may 26, 1995

✧.  zodiac: gemini

✧.  birthplace: tokyo, japan

✧.  ethnicity: japanese

｡:°ஐ personal

✧. personality: hiro has always been the restless type. easily bored, she is always chasing after something to keep her occupied. she finds socializing easy and has many friends and acquaintances, but very few people truly know her as she tends to keep herself just out of arm's reach, flitting above any personal intimacy. she turns to vices and self-destructive tendencies when she feels her life has been moving too slow or she is left to sit with her thoughts and feelings for too long. she likes to say she does things “for the plot.” a rebellious streak coupled with this has put her in the spotlight for many scandals; spotted in clubs, smoking, stumbling home on the arm of a man, but the only thing the company can do is damage control, all attempts to stop her have been futile. she can be temperamental and impatient at times, getting frustrated easily, especially when it comes to her creative expression. she is passionate about her art, but finds it hard to stick with something that is difficult for her.

✧. family

. minami katsumi ; mother 

. minami daichi ; father

✧. physical

. height: 162 cm ( 5’4” )

. faceclaim: hirai momo

. body mods: double lobe piercings, right conch piercing, double helix piercing on the right, navel piercing, several small tattoos scattered on her whole body

｡:°ஐ professional

✧. label: the lucky one, a subsidiary of rainbow entertainment 

✧. training period: 2 years as a trainee, then member of akb48; 2 years under rainbow entertainment

✧. group position: main dancer, lead rapper

✧. idol persona: she has a cool girl vibe to her, the rapper + dancer combination and her concepts that don’t shy away from being fun and sexy. she tends to be talkative during variety shows and will play up the fan service for fun, but she’s not afraid to sass back to hosts who may try and overpower her. her competitive streak never fails to comes out to play on game shows. her party girl persona is no secret, constantly being plastered all over the media for attending some club or party, and this garners her both fans and infamy. some say she doesn’t take her career seriously and she’s acting as a horrible role model for fans, while others find it iconic in an early 2000s paris hilton way. she’s not one to hide her opinions on certain aspects of the industry, most notably going viral for calling grown male fans weird. the internet was split on this issue, some people saying she was calling out creepy men who fetishize idols while others were butt hurt, calling her sexist and man-hating. she has the most sexualized image in lucky, with only their second comeback featuring her twerking in tiny shorts and holding other women on leashes, but she doesn’t shy away from it. although, admittedly, the hate and slut-shaming impacts her more than she lets on, she’s been known to lash out at haters online.

｡:°ஐ history tw ; mentions of parental neglect, drug use, csa

born to two wealthy socialites tokyo, her father a creative executive for akb48, and her mother a former city pop singer. they never gave much attention or care to their only child, treating her more as an accessory to their image around their famous friends than anything. when she was around 8, her knack for rebellion began and she quickly learned that her parents would leave her to her own devices if she just acted out at their fancy gatherings.

often left alone with just the small staff to upkeep their penthouse in tokyo, she started to learn things on her own. she skipped school often, going with her friends to buy ice cream or sneak cigarettes instead of attending the classes at her expensive private school that were way too boring anyway.

she found tokyo’s nightlife scene when she was far too young. 13 years old, wearing thick eyeliner and stuffed push up bras, she found a way in to clubs by sneaking in the back or tempting the bouncers. men twice her age buying her drinks and handing her pills, and eventually luring her to the side of the building to take advantage of her. she thought it was all ok, cool even. even when she would wake up with no memory but a sharp pain in her brain and sore all over.

when she was 16, her antics were beginning to get harder to ignore after being arrested for breaking in to a neighbor’s apartment after entering the wrong building when she was belligerently high. her father decided that she needed to put her energy into something more productive; making him money. so, he managed to get her a spot as a trainee for akb48. she thought it would be cool enough, performing for fans nightly, having people know her name. it put a damper on her partying for a little while, but she quickly became bored with the good girl act imposed on all of the akb idols and reverted to her old ways.

she managed to keep it under control well enough to make her official debut, but after being caught on camera, drunkenly mocking the group in a club, she was removed. to cover up the scandal and save face, her father shipped her off to korea to become a trainee at the struggling company of one of his industry friends, rainbow entertainment.

she resented being sent away against her will, but she was admittedly excited to be farther from her parents and their name. she also enjoyed the trainee program at rainbow more than she thought she would, the contrast against her akb training was stark. instead of learning mind numbing cutesy choreography with 50 other girls, she got to grow into her own creative expression. since then, she has opened up much more to the idol lifestyle and does enjoy the fame and attention of it all, but she still leans into her self-destructive, party girl life more than most in her life would prefer.

#lucky you ! ｡:°ஐ profile ✧. #lucky you ! ｡:°ஐ hiro ✧. #fictional kpop community #kpop idol oc #fictional kpop idol

[vanderlylecrybabygeeksx]

who is elody maverick anyways? ew. you don’t know about her, we’ll bet you want to. they’re feeling 28 and being in a dive bar with live music feels like a perfect night to them. rumor has it they’re complacent and brusque because they care, but they’re also resilient and creative in the best way. she works to make a little money as a custodian & bartender. they’ve rented on a place on cornelia street in the form of an apartment. you’re on your own kid is the song they could dance to the beat of forevermore.

name: elody maverick

nickname: el

skeleton: you're on your own kid

pronouns/gender: she/her, cis woman

sexuality: bisexual

birthday: january 31

zodiac sign: aquarius ☉ | pisces ☽ | sagittarius➶  

residence: woodvale 203

mbti: ENFP

enneagram: type 7w8

moral alignment: chaotic neutral

element: earth

TL;DR:

trigger warnings: alcohol

she is?? a dirtbag far past the era where it’s charming to be a dirtbag

generally just kind of a mess of a gal who is trying her best but her best is subpar most of the time.

she’s terrible with money, which is why she is almost always holding down two+ jobs at any given moment.

presently a bartender and a community college custodian. occasionally she teaches swim lessons, but she doesn’t do it often because she finds herself refusing pay. she was a competitive swimmer in high school and hoped it would land her a scholarship. she did get an offer from state, but it didn’t come close to covering her tuition, and in the end, she opted not to go at all.

has a terrible relationship with her mom, who primarily speak to her to ask for money – which she always lends her. maverick genes of being kind of the worst run strong.

her only big passions in life are music and art. covered in a lot of pretty terrible tattoos because again, terrible with money, but likes to say she’s ‘supporting artists,’ which for most of her life has meant whichever of her friends wanted to try out a tattoo machine.

she used to want to work in radio – she’s never gotten around to it in the same way she never gets around to most things she wants. life is what happens while you’re busy making other plans, etc. etc.

very few real goals – the only one she talks about is her personal aspiration to get drunk in every remaining rainforest café in the united states. she’s only checked off the ones in florida and new jersey, which she feels is strangely appropriate. four down, twelve to go.

she used to play bass for a while, she ended up having to sell it to make rent. she still wishes she’d sold her lebaron instead.

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

my life for a ride or die friendship 

drinking buddies

former coworkers (she has worked? kind of everywhere and was equally terrible at them all)

exes/flings

an almost something that felt serious and one/both of them freaked and now it's super weird

ESTABLISHED CONNECTIONS:

roommates - omar ruiz-osman, caroline davis, remy cho

enemy - james grey

VIBES:

pinterest | playlist

#cornelia.intro

[lilicohirukoma]

Ⅰ. ▕   J O H A N N A     S O N J A     W E S T E R G A A R D the daughter of Hans Westergaard  ’’History is a set of lies agreed upon.’’  ─ Napoleon Bonaparte

Johanna is 17 years old, her birthday is on February 9th. She is known for being intelligent and closed off, hesistant to be around people but fascinating to listen to when she does speak. She doesn’t speak much because finds people unworthy of her ideas. Her dad taught her to handle a sword since she could walk and it’s one of her loves in life, she has fast reflexes and is quite calculating, waiting and ready to strike at the perfect moment.

Her father is Hans Westergaard, former prince of the Southern Isles. Her mother was a descendant from a bastard child and had to live a life of crime because of her poor economic status, this is why she was on the Isle. Johanna’s mother died when she was 11 years old and it hurt her deeply because they were close. She doesn’t talk about what happened to her mother, she doesn’t remember much either but all she knows for sure is that day she saw her dad’s true nature. Over the years her dad became more of an influence on her and she repressed any remnants of her mother’s values and morals to appease him. It was insisted by him that they were better than other people because of their royal lineage and she should carry herself like a royal.

Johanna likes to dress as chic as possible, it sometimes is slightly preppy. Clothes on the isle are sparse and you basically have to fight to have something suitable to wear, good thing her and her dad are good with swords and they fight their way to the front. Her dad always made sure that his daughter would look the part of a royal and won’t accept less. Johanna is amongst the very few on the isle that have multiple pieces of jewelry, she’s picked up the skill of repairing jewelry to make this possible. She’s always seen with her sword by her side, never leaving anywhere without it, you never know who’d want to steal her jewelry away. Her clothes are on the flowy side so she can move around easier and her shoes are always platform or heels to appear even taller, which people find weird because she’s already 6′3 without them but it’s all about seeming on a higher level than other people, unreachable even. She wears the same colors as her dad: White, Red, Black, Dark Blue and Dark Purple, she always wears gloves just like her dad.

Fun facts about Johanna are; she is a master at board games, her favorite season is winter and she wishes she could just cut her hair short but her dad would probably get mad at her.

The Sovereign and The Scout

Johanna never liked people that much, they are complex and she was just never motivated to figure them out. Almost all of her friendships with people came and went, she could iniate a friendship and become real close with people with ease but when the time came to maintain the person as a friend was where Johanna couldn’t hack it. One person managed to carry them both across the usual friendship duration and that was Scout, Syndrome’s daughter. Johanna would wonder, why is she so insisting on being friends with me? Maybe she’s lonely, maybe she’s trying to use her, whatever the reason Johanna couldn’t deny that she liked it. There’s just something about a person being so determined to be your friend that makes you feel special, then you start to associate that rare feeling for someone on the Isle with that person and now they officially have you in the bag. It’s still feels scary, she can’t help but be cautious based on who raised her but is she overreacting? Maybe a good friend is what she deserves and she should stop running away from it.

‘‘Hanna!’’ she heard, a cheery voice shouting through the street. She could instantly recoginize Scout’s voice, she’d always wonder where all her optimism came from, guess you can’t kick a sidekick down. Most people found Scout annoying, her persistance was seen as clingy and perhaps ill intended but Johanna instinctively knew Scout didn’t have a manipulative bone in her body. Scout rushed towards Johanna with her dog Ace, Ace being for Flying Ace but how a dog was going to fly an airplane; let alone shoot 5 other airplanes out of the sky was unknown to Johanna. She did indeed like Ace and even thought about getting a pet herself but her dad would never allow it, a pet would ruin their ‘expensive furniture’ among which the most impressive piece was a wooden dinner table, considering most people had crates instead it would be seen as remarkable. Scout just barely stopped herself from running Johanna over, she stood awkwardly waiting for Johanna to acknowledge her presence and a brief glance did the trick. 

‘‘So I was thinking... you know that abandoned shoe factory? Apparantly someone on this Isle who used to be a teacher before trying the criminal lifestyle-’‘ So nonchalant, Johanna thought. With a dad like Syndrome who chose to be a supervillain she’d of course think being a criminal, being on the isle, was a choice. ‘‘- has started teaching over there, like math and science, all those basic school subjects.’‘ Scout looked at her, waiting for a response but Johanna didn’t know what kind of response she wanted. ‘‘Are you trying to suggest we go to school?’‘ She asked with a confused tone, why would she subject herself to that? Having to sit in a room with people you don’t know learning how to write. ‘‘Yes! I thought we could spend more time together through that because... well your dad doesn’t really like me and doesn’t want me over at your house.. so we could see each other like 5 days a week like this!’‘ She exclaimed with a big grin. 

It’s true that Hans didn’t like Scout, probably because she was beneath them or because she could be a potential way for Johanna to get away from him. Johanna just stopped trying to maintain a friendship with people because she didn’t know how to get around her dad, how can you stay in contact with people when your only guide in life absolutely despises all of them? This school however was an opportunity; he’d think she was learning and becoming a scholar worthy of a royal family, while she was actually having a blast with Scout and perhaps other people. 

‘‘Hanna are you still alive?’‘ Scout’s cheery voice suddenly spoke up, Johanna got snapped back to reality and looked her directly in the eyes. ‘‘That’s sounds nice actually, when can we start?’‘ She said with an affectionate smile, Scout smiled back at her and grabbed her arm. ‘‘Right now! They started like an hour ago we gotta hurry!’‘ she didn’t wait for Johanna’s response and dragged her along with her. 

This is the end loves! I had such a good time rewriting Johanna because she is one of my favorites, a big shout out to @vicapuleti​ she helped me a lot with this character (and others!) Please feel free to ask any questions you have, my ask box is open! <3

#disney #disney descendants #disney descendants oc #oc #original character #disney descendants full rewrite #disney frozen #frozen

[blueheartedmayor]

Maybe because of the timeline, maybe because of mercy, Ollie’s ghostly form was able to step out of the void for the first time in a while. Now materialized, he could go see what remained of his old friend. He paused.

No, a new friend.

Shaking the thought from his spotty memory, the ghost glided over to Dante and knocked on the wall, quietly alerting him. “hello… nice to see you again,” Came the echoing whisper. The figure of the attorney warbled before Ollie was suddenly leaning against the wall, disorientated. “uh… my bad… still can’t control that…

“uhm… so… my memory is poor at best, but it’s your birthday, isn’t it?” Ollie smiled weakly, trying to be upbeat. It was hard, but for Dante, he would always try. “if so… happy birthday, Dante. i hope it’s a happy one. you deserve it.”

It felt weird, being more cheery and sentimental than usual, but being so close to Dante… it felt like life wasn’t just passing him by. That he was alive and by a good friend’s side. Ollie could only hope he could start being a better friend, start being there. He smiled, stronger and brighter. For Dante.

(I didn’t want Dante to feel left out, and ghostly Ollie missed his friend ^^;)

@oliver-ashcroft-documents

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The sun was dipping below the horizon, and no one was in the room except for the entity, who stayed by the window. With how the ghost materialised beside him, one would think Dante had been waiting for this. Then again, with how the air rippled in the moments beforehand, perhaps he had expected such a thing to happen.

It hurt, seeing Oliver like that. He was nothing more than a literal ghost of his former self. The memories were fleeting, meaning that he acted like the man he used to be rather than someone consumed by regret and hate. How was that fair? Dante ensured that Oliver's death would be permanent. Why did he make an effort to be nice, to visit on a long abandoned birthday? It only made the guilt in Dante's gut twist and become unbearable. He can't fix this.

I can't fix you.

Not yet.

"According to public knowledge, it is now in June. But I suppose it will always be September to me, whether I like it or not." It would be better to abandon the concept as a whole. It would give people one less reason to notice him. It was too late now, and he would need to be civil, no matter how loudly the voice in his mind tried to insist that he didn't deserve such pleasantries.

Ignore the voice. The Monsters have insisted you're better than what role you were assigned to.

"But it was nice, I suppose. Quiet and unassuming. A change to the hectic formalities of old." God, he was so bad at small talk nowadays. How did this used to come so easily to him? "I, uh... It's nice to see you, Oliver. Thank you for coming to see me today."

#v; lost in the darkness #( ;A; ) #(this is so sad but cute!!) #a simple birthday

[stvehrringtcn]

[ joe keery, cismale, he/him] oh, them? that’s steve harrington, they are twenty three years old. they are currently a [ employee at family video ]. i hear people say they are noble, devoted, forthright, but also impulsive, over protective, critical. i always think of perfectly laced up nikes, late night drives, chemical waft of hairspray, black eyes, and carrying more about others than yourself . i wonder what their favorite scary movie is?

✦ BASICS

FULL NAME: Steven Andrew Harrington

NICKNAME: Steve, Stevie, Big Boy, Dingus, ‘King Steve’, The Hair ™

BIRTHDAY: april 29th

GENDER: cismale

ORIENTATION: bisexual strictly boobies

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single

OCCUPATION: employee at family video

drinks, smokes, drugs : yes  /  sometimes  / occasionally likes :  cars, late night hangouts, journey, an embarrassing sunglasses collection, his members only jacket, looking in the mirror too often, being the mom friend dislikes : assholes, not having control, spicy foods hobbies : taking long drives, eating chocolate ice cream, watching the same four movies over and over, color coordinating the new releases fears : losing someone he loves, not being good enough, being stuck in one place forever, never being loved in return

bio:

steve’s parents are practically none existent entities in his life. they come and go as they please and don’t really pay much attention to what their only son is doing with his life. as long as he’s not involving them in their issues then he’s fine. 

whether steve likes it or not, he’s always been known as king steve -- the former ruler of hawkins high, the golden boy of the town. that’s not him so much anymore but steve still leads by instinct. he takes his friends under his wing and does his best to protect them especially now that the town is starting to fall onto darker times. 

steve’s complicated feelings toward his sexuality started a little over a year ago and he’s mostly ignored it. he’s got too much to deal with to be thinking of that and he’s pretty sure it’s just a phase, something weird and confusing for him since he’s busy getting his life together. 

a former asshole, steve doesn’t tolerate bullshit from anyone. maybe one of the kids can get away with it at best but anyone else? it’s just not gonna fly. he might be a terrible fighter but he’ll definitely put up his best effort if he has to.

with the recent death, steve’s parental instincts are on overdrive. if people didn’t have a mom before they have one now without asking for one. he can’t fathom losing anyone, it’s not even something he cares to imagine.

#horrorinhawkins.intro

[spacesuitsforemergency]

The Tsugoku and their respective Hashira’s

Aiho + Mitsuri

THEY ARE LITERALLY JUST GAL PALS. Like they are the same age and are totally best friends, they like to gossip about the other Hashira and Tsugoku’s, and they’re like those teachers who move the seating chart so that students who are crushing on each other sit next to each other. So they’ll tease each other about Obanai and Kenshiro while they eat 8 bowls of ramen each, but Mitsuri will always be willing to listen to Aiho talk about her former fiancé, and they’ll cry together about it cause the story always makes Mitsuri so sad cause TRAGIC LOVE STORIES HIT DIFFERENT FOR HER

Fuji + Shinobu

First things first, Fuji ADORES Kanao and doesn’t mind that she doesn’t talk much and is extremely patient with her and her inability to make decisions for herself. Then with Shinobu, he’s an obedient and hard working student, and he’s always excited to help her develop new poisons to use against demons, and they both get so weirdly giddy about testing them out and watching the demon writhe in pain. And with the other Butterfly Girls, he thinks of them as his little sisters so he’s very protective of them and yes he and Aoi will get into sass battles because they both think their way is the correct way

Shohei + Tomioka

You KNOW Tomioka met this boy and learned he lost his best friend to demons, and he was all YOU ARE MY FRIEND NOW. COME. And Shohei was glad to find someone who could understand, and someone who wasn’t annoyed that he can’t talk (out of choice). So like while everyone else is eating lunch in groups, these two awkward loners are sitting together off to the side. And Shohei and Fuji totally have a love hate relationship like Tomioka and Shinobu do, so whenever they get into a fight with the other, they just sit with each other and are all “I’m well liked, right-?”

Sadako + Obanai

She actually does sword swallowing, so like Obanai’s just staring at her swallowing her sword and is just all “Aight, I know I’m weird but what is wrong with you-“. And he doesn’t mind her creepy smile, after all his can be considered creepy as well and he actually feels comfortable enough around her to take his bandages off. She’s very fiery, so he helps her learn focus and control. And like I said, they set up play dates for their snake and scorpion because of course they would, those are their besties right there. And whenever he’s trying to be cool and mysterious sitting in a tree, she likes to sneak up on him and scare the shit out of him to humble him (and YES she will tease him about Mitsuri, her and Aiho scheme to get them together)

Fuyuto + Muichiro

Fuyuto respects Muichiro and damn near worships the ground he walks on. Like he thanks him everyday for training him and bows before him, and Muichiro is just all “Okay, cool-“ and goes with it. And if someone disrespects Muichiro because of his age and they don’t take him seriously, Fuyuto pulls a Yushiro and the soft spoken koi boi just yells “HOW DARE YOU DISRESPECT MUICHIRO TOKITO! BOW DOWN YOU IDIOT!” and Muichiro kinda likes it but will tell him to relax a bit

Kenshiro + Gyomei

Nobody knows why a sweetheart like Gyomei would want to take in a little brat like Kenshiro, but they actually work really well together. Gyomei is one of the only people that Kenshiro truly respects, so whenever he’s acting too out of line, Gyomei just gives him the Face of Disappointment and Kenshiro shuts up. Kenshiro also uses a giant axe tethered to a chain as his weapon as well, and since his breathing style is derived from Stone Breathing, of course Gyomei wanted to guide and help him

Yukio + Tengen

Yes she will give him a hard time, but she does love him like a father since her own sold her off to an oiran house without a care in the world, and Tengen helped Suma get her out of the house. So like there are moments where she’s chill with him and happy like how she is with Suma, Makio and Hina. Like she’ll be making one of her fellow tsugoku’s a birthday card and being 10, she’s got scribbley handwriting and he sits down with her and is all “You know what this needs? Some flashiness. Where did Makio hide the glitter?” If she had a really good day in training too, him and the wives will take her out for bubble tea (her favorite thing ever, she LOVES the strawberry kinda) and she’ll smile up at him with a sticky face and he just grins and wipes the juice off her face and little hands

Himawari + Kyojuro

Obviously, they get along great. After training they’ll go out to eat together, and when they go home they both help Senjuro out with his training. They both feel bad for leaving him there to deal with their father, but they can’t exactly bring him on their missions. But like the siblings all hype each other up since their dad refuses to do so. And in my AU, Rengoku did fight Akaza but SURVIVED so she was blaming herself for not being able to help him enough, but even lying in the hospital bed he loudly assured her it wasn’t her fault and she did the best she could and that he was proud of her

Meiling + Sanemi

Surprisingly they mutually respect each other, Sanemi doesn’t treat her badly like everyone thinks he might. They both train relentlessly, and have to be on the brink of exhaustion to finally call it quits. But the difference is that Meiling will continue to fight with broken bones and other injuries, and Sanemi or Misha have to step in and make her stop. But since he knows of the abuse she went through with her demonic father, he doesn’t yell at her so much. While he’s training her he will catch himself yelling but will stop when he sees the look on her face, and he just sees her as a little sister that he needs to be all tough love with

#aiho kokoru #fuji ito #shohei hayashi #sadako matsumoto #fuyuto kazahana #kenshiro gogatsu #yukio uzui #himawari rengoku #meiling wu san #the tsugoku’s