#it's high school so the cheesier the better

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Falling Part Five | Jeon Jungkook

Summary: Jae tells Lana about the party but you get nervous, not knowing what his intentions with her might be... Pairing: Guardian Angel f!reader x Fallen Angel Jungkook Word Count: 1.5k (sorry I know it's short and horribly edited) a/n: Hey guys so I know I haven't updated this story in months and a few of you have been asking for it so I'm sorry about that. I know this is short but I wanted to put something out for you guys. I'm still stuck on figuring out what's going to happen at the party so that's why this is still a little short but hopefully I'll figure it out and post it soon! Thanks for waiting 💜 Start from the beginning

"Jimin I don't know what to do" I whine, dragging out the last word, "I've been able to avoid the headache of her going to any high school parties but of course when this tall, mysterious, intelligent guy and his friends come around she suddenly decides to go" I complain to him. 

"I mean to be honest I don't blame her. They seem like they're fun and Jae is charming and to be honest out of the lot he's definitely a lot more her speed. I feel like that's why they work so well together" he responds, trying to get me to calm down a bit which helps but I still don't know how I'm going to help her. 

"Maybe you're right. He does seem like a really nice guy and he hasn't done anything wrong. I think just the fact that this is the first guy she's actually shown interest in is making me a bit more nervous" I admit, plopping down on Lana's bed while she continues to study. 

They've known each other for a few weeks and he hasn't shown any signs of really wanting to lead her astray so that's promising. At this point though I don't really know what he does when he's around Jungkook which stresses me out at the very least knowing that Jae has messed up enough to trade his guardian angel for a fallen one. 

"Just keep a close watch and maybe then he'll show his true colors. Lana sounds like a smart girl and you'll be materializing in a few weeks right?" Jimin reminds me. "That's only if she doesn't start to stray and I'm afraid that if she goes to this party that it'll be the beginning of the end for us" I voice, letting all of my worries and doubts out. 

"Just keep praying that she'll stay strong and that she'll focus on staying on the straight and narrow" he say, making it sound easy. "I wish it was that simple" I mumble, turning my head to look at her while she picks up her phone to no doubt, text Jae back from the looks of it. 

"You've been with her since she was conceived and you know her better than anyone. Just put your faith in her and I'm sure you'll make it to materialization. You've done a great job watching over her so, don't doubt yourself" he encourages. 

"I'm sorry but I have to get going now. Let me know how everything turns out alright?" he say before ending the call. "Yes don't worry I will" I reassure him and say our goodbye right as Lana's phone starts to ring.

"Hey!" she greets excitedly, instantly letting me know who it is without even trying, accompanied by the feeling of butterflies in her stomach. 

"I miss you" he says and I instantly gag while she has the polar opposite reaction watching as her cheeks start to warm up. "I miss you too" she says softly. "I wanted to tell you the details of the party tomorrow and also I just wanted to hear your voice" he admits.  

'Could he be any cheesier?' of course Lana is eating it up though. Chances are he's gonna be her first love so I guess I'll just have to get used to this lovey dovey behavior from them. I drown their conversation out, still listening in but only enough to sense if something bad will happen but it's pretty innocent at this point thank God. 

Thinking about all this love stuff is taking me back to when I was young and falling in love with Jungkook...

Eons ago...  

"Go talk to her" Jimin says, elbowing Jungkook in the side and he groans at the contact still with his eyes fully trained on me. 

"She's probably already with someone else" he says, making excuses and tries to walk away but his friend grabs him by his shoulders and turns him around, making him face me again

"She doesn't have a bracelet yet" he points out, looking at my wrists, neither of them adorned with and sort of jewelry. "Just go talk to her" Jimin repeats, pushing on his shoulder and making him stumble, grabbing my attention. 

Jungkook and I make eye contact for a second and he smiles bashfully and I return it before going back to my conversation with a few other female angels. 

"Look he's coming over here!" one of them says once I've turned back towards the group giving the handsome angle my back making me straighten out my wings from their slouched position into a more graceful one. 

"He's probably looking at one of you guys" I say in a hushed tone, all of them having clocked the way he was looking at me, leaving me feeling insecure and pushing away the thoughts that someone as handsome as him would be interested in a lowly angel like myself. 

I hear a man clear his throat behind me and my body goes rigid praying it's not who I think it is having truly thought my friends had been teasing me. 

They all make eyes at me, wordlessly telling me to turn around but when I don't he chances speaking to me to get my attention. 

"Hello" is all he says and the smooth baritone of his voice is more heavenly than any other melody I'd ever heard. "Hi, um we've actually gotta go" one of older angels says and pushes the other girls to the side, herding them over somewhere else and my protests die in my throat once he tries his luck again. 

"I haven't seen you around here before" he says and at that I turn around to face him. My breath is taken away from seeing him up close, his features working in perfect harmony. 

"Um yeah I'm one of the new borns, I guess" I say, still unsure of how everything works around here, referring to my recently aged up status. "Oh, well it's very nice to meet you..." he trails off waiting for me to fill in the blank. "Y/n!" I say quickly, embarrassed to have left a longer gap between his question and my answer. 

"That's a beautiful name" he says, testing how my name sounds on his lips. I swear I never want anyone to address me by my name ever again unless it's by him or God. "Oh and you are?" I question, forgetting to return his interest. 

"Jungkook" he says, a name that I had never heard before but pray would be one I would utter again and again. "It's nice to meet you Jungkook" and I can see how his eyes light up and his wings slightly raise behind him, obviously happy to have heard his name from my lips as well. 

And from that moment onwards we started falling. Madly, deeply and hopelessly in love. That is, until he fell...

"JK said the party starts around 8 so I can pick you up around that time if you'd like" I hear Jae's voice say through the speaker. "Oh okay, yeah that works!" Lana says but she sounds a bit wary. 

"What's wrong?" Jae asks, clocking her change in demeanor. "It's just that my curfew is 10 so I wont be able to stay for very long and because you're the one JK's throwing the party for I wouldn't want you to have to deal with leaving early to take me home or anything" she says and he nods his head, thinking for a second. 

"What about this. Why don't we just go and hang out there for like an hour and then we'll leave and spend the rest of that time together on our own before your curfew" he suggests and she lights up at the idea. "I'd like that" she smiles shyly, a fluttery feeling in her stomach again, no doubt from the thought of spending true alone time with him for the first time.

"You sure you want to miss out on the party?" Lana questions, starting to feel guilty about it all. "The party is gonna go on all night so if I feel up to it I can always go back later on. You're the only one I really want to spend time with" he admits and again I can't help but roll my eyes. 

At least he's honest though but I really hope this night ends with a simple goodnight kiss. 'Please Jae for the love of God don't pressure Lana into losing her innocence' I offer as a silent plea. 

Lana is someone I've been entrusted to and I will do everything in my power to make sure that she stays safe. One boy is not gonna ruin this for her, she's stronger than this and I know that. I just need to keep reminding myself and stop doubting her. 

I've gotta put my faith in her just like Jimin said, and pray to God Jae's intentions are pure. Please Jungkook, don't encourage him to do this, I know it's your sole purpose to lead him astray, but please, not Lana...

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[kongthapatom]

Riddle me this: When have queer stories managed to become popular with little kids in Asia before MSP did?

This year I watched MSP cast promote the drama in schools and so many students ranging from small kids to high schoolers doing MSP dance challenges even months after MSP ended. It makes me ecstatic when I see them watching this drama, even becoming a fan! TinnGun made it seem so effortless to touch the hearts of Asian kids and teens in a way no queer drama has been able to do before. 

MSP really changed my perception of what it will take for queer media to overthrow the hetero agenda in Asia someday. It made me realize we need more feel-good, family-friendly and goofy stories that appeal to everyone and make them laugh instead of convoluted or grandiose stories that lose the plot or those that specifically amplify queer struggles and minimise the joy of love.

That in the end, when real change starts in society, no matter how big or small and culminates with homophobia finally packing its bags & Asian families being won over - it won't be because of dramatic and "realistic" queer stories rife with suffering, grief or heartbreak that got voted best by the critics. It will be because of a simple and sweet love story like MSP, where one boy had a crush on another boy and did everything it takes to help him reach his dreams and found his own happiness in the process, a story that is vibrating with so much of queer positivity, joy and heart that it's impossible for anyone who watches it to not became its fan.

It makes my heart burst with joy that queer kids today are growing up with much better examples of queer love in front of them than our previous generations ever did. Imagine the impact this will have, the difference it will make in young queer Asian lives.

Gun told Tinn that the love songs we listen to in high school are the best love songs ever because they're the original soundtracks of our first love - To think there is a generation of kids right now who are listening to MSP soundtrack and falling in love to the same songs Tinn and Gun sang to each other and will remember MSP as their life's greatest love songs someday in the future - it boggles my mind and perhaps we won't grasp the full extent of what MSP did for its queer audience until many years have passed.

Nonetheless, I'll never stop singing MSP's praises because all they had was a newbie director, rookie actors & a banger soundtrack to do the impossible and make queer characters go mainstream in Asian schools and resonate with kids. We'll soon find out if we'll see TinnGun in college next year being sickeningly in love and serenading each other with an even gayer cuter cheesier soundtrack! (I hope so) Even if we don't, I'm excited for the impact MSP and GemFourth will have on queer romance genre down the line.

#my school president #my school president meta #my school president the series #tinngun #tinn x gun #msp #msp meta #geminifourth #gemini norawit #fourth nattawat #au kornprom niyomsil #msp cast #guntinn

[fidelissimi-moved]

♥ haruby

♥ SHIP QUESTIONARE

Drop a ship in my inbox and I’ll fill everything out below ! It’s a mix from fluff to nsfw .

How did they first meet? they grew up in the same neighborhood together from childhood (probably around the middle of elementary school)

Who felt romantic feelings first? harrison

Did either of them try to resist their feelings? they've tried to hide it since they started hooking up and they both suck at it

Who initiated their feelings first? (eventually) ruby admits her feelings first

Who said “I love you” first? ruby

Who gets jealous easily? harrison!!

Who is more protective? also harrison

Who remembers the little things? harrison keeps so much in his mind when it comes to things about them, it's kind of amazing. but ruby remembers them just as well, she just doesn't acknowledge them outwardly as often as he does.

Who talks about their feelings more? right now? neither. eventually, i feel like they both will.

Who uses the cheesier pickup lines? ruby does it for fun, and harrison acts exasperated about it but finds it ridiculously endearing

What does a first date look like for them? they've been on so many that they'll never admit were dates, but i think the beach day around her birthday could be considered their first 'date' if they ever really thought about it.

What do they like to do together? lol. fuck. but also just hang out and work out and watch movies and get high and fuck more.

Which one gets angry the most, leaving the other to calm them down? i don't think they've come across this situation... yet...

Do they like PDA? they don't mind it

What are their big spoon / little spoon arrangements? he's big spoon like 85% of the time

Does one like the cuddle more than the other? harrison adores it and ruby loves it but only with him.

Who hogs the blankets? they both end up kicking them off eventually

Who’s more likely to initiate sex? they're pretty even on that one!

Who’s the kinkiest? ruby, but har's catching up fast

Who is the top and bottom in their sex life? Are they interchangeable? he tops

Who likes giving and who likes receiving oral? they both give and receive and both love it

Can they last more than one round? they often go multiple

Which one is a morning person? more harrison than ruby

Do either of them like to cook? harrison stay cookin' them both nice balanced meals

If they get married, who proposes first? harrison totally would

What kind of wedding do they have? small, intimate and surrounded by their closest loved ones

Does anyone object to their relationship? no, but ruby might've been afraid her sister would...

Do they have any kids? not yet, maybe one day

Do they have any pets? besides harrison's dog, no, but they're always talking about it

baby!verse 👶🏼🍼

How did they first meet? college!

Who felt romantic feelings first? i think they kind of developed around the same time

Did either of them try to resist their feelings? not really, they were pretty happy immediately

Who initiated their feelings first? harrison admitted it first i think

Who said “I love you” first? surprising even herself, ruby

Who gets jealous easily? harrison i think lol

Who is more protective? definitely harrison!

Who remembers the little things? harrison is better with dates and specifics

Who talks about their feelings more? they both do pretty well

Who uses the cheesier pickup lines? ruby, the big dork

What does a first date look like for them? they probably went for pizza and drinks, and ended the night at one of their apartments lol

What do they like to do together? now, plan for baby things!

Which one gets angry the most, leaving the other to calm them down? i think ruby would have to chill harrison out after he watches patrons at the bar hit on her while she's waitressing

Do they like PDA? yep!

What are their big spoon / little spoon arrangements? usually he's big spoon, and that'll be a for sure thing once her belly is too big for her to curl up to his back

Does one like the cuddle more than the other? they both kinda love it

Who hogs the blankets? they're pretty good about sharing, until ruby starts kicking it off from being too warm with her extra baby weight

Who’s more likely to initiate sex? they both do pretty equally i think

Who’s the kinkiest? still probably ruby lol

Who is the top and bottom in their sex life? Are they interchangeable? he tops for sure

Who likes giving and who likes receiving oral? he gives it a little more but they both love to do both

Can they last more than one round? probably a couple... 2, 3.... 4....

Which one is a morning person? not ruby, she works late shifts and needs her beauty rest

Do either of them like to cook? they both can (or ruby tries, at least) but i think harrison likes to more than ruby does

If they get married, who proposes first? harrison proposed right out of college

What kind of wedding do they have? they're still figuring it out, but now it will include their daughter!

Does anyone object to their relationship? not a single soul

Do they have any kids? they're having a baby girl!!!

Do they have any pets? i dont think so? maybe a cat??

#awalkoflife #003. partner: harrison morgan ( awalkoflife ) #otp: to you my heart i surrender ( ruby & harrison ) #ruby & harrison baby!verse

[demonicsaintess]

Just… *wipes tear* just know I accidentally forever deleted this article right before it was finished. I cried a bit on the inside, like a winner, (sike I cried on the outside too!!), and decided to write it again, but better.

Three Animes I Have Dropped, and Why

So, we all like anime! Yay! That’s why we’re here right? We have our favorites, those we’ve hated, and those we’re obsessed with— the ones who have become a part of you (wow that’s cheesier than a little kid’s hands at the cesspool of mechanical rat pizza—-) *ahem* Anyways, I thought I’d write a pretty straight-forward bit about 3 animes I’ve dropped and why. Now, without further ado:

Don’t Toy With Me Miss Nagatoro!

Sometimes one needs a palate cleanser between animes. This, is one of those animes. I’d honestly say under my breath, it’s a ��beginner’s” anime. I’m personally unaware of any, but I truly wonder if there is someone out there desperately pining for this show. Not to say it’s a bad show, it’s a great concept for a high school romcom, but it just leads you by the nose with the shock value. I get that a romcom is very difficult to make completely unique these days, and it’s still a charming show in itself, but I’m TIRED of ecchi laced romcoms where the joke is perverseness. Not saying Nagatoro is sexual, just, the show to me felt like her sadism always had to do with anatomy? I’m not sure I’m explaining this quite right. TLDR; I got tired after a few episodes, of seeing this almost romanticized play of Nagatoro mercilessly bullying someone. It’s not a bad anime; but for me it was destined to be dropped~

Death Note

**Note; I’m getting a horrible, chilling feeling running down my spine as my fingers move across my keyboard.

I’m willing to stake my nonexistant reputation on this take. Therefore my take is; maaaaaan honestly what a damn let down. Maybe it’s just because this sort of anime doesn’t appeal to me, but the only reason I even watched the damn show was because I was trying to get my wife into anime. She’s a normie, so this actually didn’t backfire on me, except towards myself. I had to sit through the most BORING anime I personally have ever watched. Sue me okay? I said what I said. Everything about this anime is just dumb; and here’s why. I’m all for fucking narcissism and killing bad people to make society better, but goddamn fucking Light is an idiot. I just feel like he rushed his killings. I wasn’t excited even once, except watching how excited my wife was. I would have dropped this before I even started, if it wasn’t for her. I watched the first 12 episodes and BOUNCED. TLDR; Light is an annoying toddler and also a fucking idiot who honestly is simply book smart. Dude is lame as hell. Even the bitch he pulled is lame. What a lame way to try and fix the world. Think bigger you loser.

God of Highschool

Okay so, this one as well, is probably going to get me flamed, but again, I said what I said. I’m not quite sure when I decided this anime was not for me, but when I did, I was ready to throw it away. To be fair, I don’t even think I made it past his 2 friends going up against whoever they were in the contest? It just felt… slow? to me; maybe even boring. For example, the characters were awesome, but felt two dimensional to me. Of course, this is just speculation, considering I didn’t make it very far into the show. I lost interest in it, and unfortunately the fight scenes weren’t enough to make me stick to it. I heard it’s pretty good though, from other people, so I can’t knock it too hard. TLDR: it’s not my kind of show, but the fight scenes could be pretty hype for someone who likes shonen more than I do!

So yeah, I’m not saying these animes are bad. There’s a reason why they’re so popular; but just not interesting enough for me.

Thank you as always, for taking time to read another entry by me,

The Holy Villainess

#anime #manga #anime review #anime recommendation #anime talk #death note #god of highschool #shonen #anime opinions

[aondaneedles]

Ripp Grunt - All (pls)

❤️: OTP

I don't know... he strikes me as someone who might have trouble settling down due to his family issues... My knee-jerk reaction was to say Lilith Pleasant, but that's probably a very bad idea. He needs someone patient, similarily romance-minded and I'm not sure I have anyone in mind for that.

💔: No OTP

Any of his brother's ex-girlfriends!

🌈: Sexuality

Bisexual and proud!

😊: Friends

Johnny and Ophelia. They're almost his surrogate parents and put up with a lot of his antics.

💀: Enemies or Rival

Tank. Maybe someday in the future, they won't hate each other, but I'll see them striking up a tentative truce at best...

🐶: Pet or favorite Animal

Foxtrot, the silly guard dog, duh. He's also into rats.

🌷: Flowers or plants they like

Roses. He doesn't quite know why, but he's always had a soft spot for them.

☀️: Favourite Season

Autumn. The desert is slightly colder than in the summer, but the weather's still sunny and nice. And it's back to school, which means less of his dad, which is always a good thing.

🌧️: Favourite Weather

Slightly cloudy. He lives in the desert, he doesn't have a death wish.

🕯️: Favourite Aromatic candle

He's just not into them. His room smells terrible.

🥘: Favourite Food

Mr Smith's hot dogs.

☕: Favourite Drink

Energy drinks.

🍦: Ice-cream Flavour

Whatever Johnny and Ophelia feel like. He doesn't get money for frilly things like ice cream, so they always share theirs with him.

🍕: Pizza Topping

The Smiths always order different toppings because PT promised Jill that they'd try to find the best combi. Ripp loves all of them.

🍟: Snack

He hates those nut mixes at home with a fiery passion and always begs Ophelia for her chips at school. She doesn't mind sharing.

🍿: Movies they like to watch

The simlish equivalent of James Bond. Precisely because of the girls.

📺: TV Show they like to watch

Family sitcoms. The cheesier, the better.

🎵: Music they listen to

Rock. At full volume, just to annoy the General.

⚽: Sport they like or play

He sucks at a lot of sports, much to the chagrin of his dad. He's actually very good at cross country running, but he refuses to compete in it.

📚: Books they like to read

Comics.

🕹️: Video Games they like or Play

Anything at the local arcade.

🎻: Musical instrument

He once found a kazoo in the high school's bathroom. That was fun until his brother threw it out of the window. He's also pretty good at playing the guitar.

🎨: Favourite Colour

Pink.

👠: Shoes they like

Anything BUT military boots. He'd rather walk a mile in stiletto heels.

👕: Clothing style

Comfy. And whatever looks a bit emo but is still deemed acceptable by the General. He gets away with a lot of weird clothes, surprisingly.

👜: What’s always on their bag

His music player.

📰: Section of the Newspaper they read

He doesn't read the newspaper.

💻: Website they visit the most

SimTube. He watches a lot of fail videos.

📱: Social media they use the most

SimTube.

📗: Favourite School Subject

Music.

📕: Less Favourite School Subject

Natural Science. It's just so boring and the Curious brothers are terrible teachers.

🎓: University they attended (or not)

SSU is supposed to have a great music programme, but to be real, he'll probably follow Johnny and Ophelia to LFT.

🎒: University Major

Philosophy, just to piss off his dad one last time.

🔮: Something Random

He once snuck a cicada into the General's bedroom. He couldn't sleep for days due to the noise but never found out it was Ripp who put it there.

#sims #sims 2 #ask #anon #meme

[lnarizakis]

E-GIRL: CRUEL INTERNET

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Upon seeing Kuroo at the gate of his house, Kenma’s face scrunched up in contempt, which was something you couldn’t see, as you stood behind him, your hand in his. The both of you remained silent, with only Kuroo’s devious smirk silently telling Kenma he was here to prevent anything from happening. Not on his watch.

To answer his own question, Kuroo let out an “Ah!” as he took a good look at your pretty face, walking closer to the two of you. “You’re that beautiful streamer that everyone’s been talking about. ‘Junk-Thirteen,’ if I’m not mistaken.” You warmed to his words that dared to sweeten more than honey. He was suave in not only his personality but also his appearance, clad in a suit and tie that brags of his successful career.

“It’s Junkie,” you corrected him, “But everyone calls me Junk. It’s an internet alias.” In front of you, Kenma watched Kuroo’s toothy grin with cold eyes as he guided you into his home. Kuroo followed the both of you, remembering how Kenma once told him he was welcome anytime.

Kenma led you (and Kuroo) into his living room, where he sat you down to prepare something for (the both of) you to drink. You declined out of politeness, as the two of you had just finished eating not too long ago, but he insisted. Kenma left you alone with Kuroo in the living room.

It was an awkward silence, but it seemed to ease up as Kuroo told you that he was a fan. A smile grew on your face, thanking him.

“She’s quite shy, despite her awfully lewd actions on camera,” he thought to himself, as he shifted positions underneath the kotatsu. His leg grazed against yours, to which he muttered a quick apology when he watched your eyes drift downwards in the sudden contact.

“So, you’re a fan,” you started, wanting to break the silence between you two, “How was my stream a few nights ago? I feel like it was much less… intense, if you could call it that, than the usual, you know?” You kept that soft smile on your face, which made Kuroo think once again if he was speaking to the same person he thought about every night after watching your live stream.

His face was nothing more than blank; only awkward undertones at most. As only a new fan, he was rendered with nothing to say, other than “Ah, it was good. I enjoyed it—”

“I liked it, really. It was definitely something different from what you’ve done before, but it was still hot, nonetheless.” Kuroo turned around to see Kenma with a tray of drinks for everyone to share. He turned back to see your smiling face, evidently taking a liking to what Kenma told you more than you did with what he said.

As Kenma sat down, Kuroo and he exchanged that sneaky glance of “Oh, I will win.” It was unlike them to be competitive with each other, especially with a girl, and the both of them knew it. With this foreign competitive glint in Kenma’s eyes, Kuroo knew that if he were to go against him any further, it would cause a rift in their friendship…

… but you were just oh, so hot. Neither of them could resist it.

“So, Kenma, Junkie—”

“You can call me (Y/N),” you interjected. Kuroo raised an eyebrow at the sudden revelation of your name; it was so casual, and both he and Kenma were to brush it off like it was information they should have known. He smiled, knowing that you were comfortable with the both of them to get rid of the alias that covered the most basic part of yourself.

“(Y/N), how was your date together?” Kuroo asked, agitating Kenma. His question sounded like something you’ve heard before. It was on the night after your last stream, when you were planning for this day. He asked you if this “seeing someone” was to be a date or something, to which you responded similarly as you did now.

“A date? I guess you could call it that. I don’t know; it was a collaboration of sorts.”

“What do you mean?” Kuroo asked for clarification, and to dampen Kenma’s small mound of pride. He placed a hand on his thigh and the other around his drink, from which he took a long swig. Kenma stayed still; Kuroo would say that Kenma was sweating bullets, but he was dry-skinned. He was, instead, sweating fear of rejection.

Before you answered, you did the same. “Well, I mean, we were discussing co-hosting a stream together— you know, like, playing a game together on a stream.”

“Ah, I see. Well, from what I thought, it seemed like you would have wanted to get together with Kenma. You know, since you called him out with that one Tweet and everything,” Kuroo said. He brought up a point which brought you to a dead end: from the looks of it, you were the one who set up the “date” in the first place. He typed up a naughty comment on your stream, you responded to it, and yet you were rejecting the notion of a date.

If he had to be honest with himself, Kenma had to agree with Kuroo. Though, he never outrightly said so. “Well, Kuroo, this would have been a really good first date— we actually would have gotten together, like what you said— if you weren’t here.” He sided with you, and at the same time included dirty underlying themes in his words.

Kuroo didn’t know what to feel. Hurt, that his friend didn’t want him here? Proud, maybe, that he was being bold with you? In any case, Kenma’s words felt like a knife stabbed in his back. Kuroo placed a hand over his heart, as if it was pierced. “Ah, Kenma, your words hurt me.”

Kenma’s hostility remained in him. “My bad, I guess.” You tried to stifle your laughter, but the hand over your mouth gave way to Kuroo side-eyeing you as his own pride dampened. It truly felt like he was dealing with a double-edged sword.

You checked the time on your phone. It was getting late. “Ah, Kenma, Kuroo, it was very nice to meet you, but I should head home before it gets too dark.” You stood up, and both men did the same. Kenma followed your movements, as Kuroo stayed still.

“Let me let you out; it’s only proper for me to do so as the host,” he told you. You complied. It was a comfortable silence as the two of you maneuvered your way to the front door.

At the gate of his home, you turned to Kenma once more before leaving. “Thank you for having me over,” you told him.

“No, thank you for being here. I loved having you over.” Kenma couldn’t remember a time when he was being cheesier— yet so incredibly honest— than this. “You have my number, right?” You nodded, and told him you would text him once you’ve arrived home safely. Then, he watched your retreating figure grow smaller and smaller against the sunset.

He went back inside to wait for your text. Kuroo sat at the kotatsu, doing something on his phone. He made his own seat at the kotatsu, and asked him what all of that was about.

Kuroo asked Kenma what he meant.

“You know exactly what I meant.” Bitter words spilt from Kenma’s mouth, a stark contrast from Kuroo’s own sweetness when he spoke with you. The frown on Kenma’s face ran deeper, and it almost reminded Kuroo of Kenma’s exasperated faces from their high school volleyball days. Though, now was no time to reminisce about their past, for this was a conversation that was to shake the future of their friendship.

“Yeah, I do,” Kuroo admitted, “You’re really protective of (Y/N), Kenma, and for what? You hardly know her. Like, you want her all to yourself.”

“I don’t know. She’s just… irresistible.”

“I mean, I get it, man. You like her. She probably likes you back, who knows? But you really didn’t have to go out of your way to slaughter me like that. Embarrassed the hell out of me to make you look better. Shit, maybe you embarrassed her too.”

Kenma rolled his eyes. “Are you mad with me or something?”

“No, no, I’m not. I’m just saying you’re doing the most for her, when all she wants to get out of this is probably just a few followers from your side. Toxic as I can make it out to be, really,” Kuroo replied, finishing his drink. His legs grew sweaty underneath the kotatsu— whether it was from the sheer anxiety he felt of losing his closest friendship or the heat of the kotatsu, he wasn’t sure. He removed his legs from underneath.

“Why else, though, would she want to talk to me, out of all people? I mean, my comment on her stream was so dirty. She wouldn’t answer me unless she was horny, of all reasons!” Kenma said.

“Maybe she was looking for a friends-with-benefits type deal,” Kuroo suggested, adding in a little snicker. Kenma groaned, growing tired of Kuroo. He asked him to leave his house, which Kuroo did, promptly.

Before he left, Kuroo said over his shoulder, “Stay mad, Kenma! It’ll only bite you in the ass later.” He was blocked on almost every social media by Kenma.

Several days later, Suna came home from volleyball practice to see a Tweet by you that made his blood run cold.

@JUNK13 [9:20 PM] : going live with @kodzuken in 10 minutes! we’re going to play among us together <3

Another notification popped up on his phone that was from his friend Osamu. He was privately opening his restaurant for the night to gather everyone from their high school together for a small reunion. Suna, angry with whoever this Twitter user kodzuken was, declined the offer.

He received another text message from Osamu seconds later asking why. Suna just said he couldn’t go. Personal reasons.

He was just too addicted to you, and he knew this was sure to cause a problem.

@wansseul @shirasusgf @ay-leon @sadkaashistan @lcaita @hidden-wheels @tris-does-stuff @waitforitillwritemywayout @kozukth @denkis-slut @moncymonce @osamusamusamu @princessmidas @creativedogs @hnpriscilla @fantasiesofdreams @b4byama @akaasht | italicized: can’t tag

#haikyuu x reader #hq!! x reader #kenma kozume x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader #egci

[soda-drabbles]

Doodle Break | Arin x Reader

Request by @nonsense-on-main : Tiny lil x reader thing where Arin finds a drawing of him that you did and you get super embarrassed about it but he absolutely loves it (and possibly gets a lil flustered but like in a good way)?

Type : Fluff

Pairing : Arin x Reader

Art was always your passion. Growing up, your sketchbooks and pencils were your best friends. During recess, instead of playing with other kids on the slide or playing tag, you sat on the ground with your pencil and paper and doodled whatever you liked. Nothing about it has changed much since then other than you just don’t draw as much since you’re an adult now and working a full time job.

That still never stopped you from bringing your sketchbook and a pen during your spare breaks, drawing whatever was on your mind. The break room was your preferred and perfect place to get some good sketching done while you ate. You even had your own special spot, one farthest away which worked well since you were a little insecure about others seeing your art.

Thankfully, the room looks fairly empty today. You assume your co-workers went out for lunch this time and with a ding on your phone, your suspicions were correct. A message notification was staring you back in the face, from Jory specifically.

‘We’re gonna get some McDonald’s so let us know what you want. ‘

With your free hand, you type out what you want and hit send. Afterwards, you place your phone back in it’s pocket. Although you’ve been to the break room plenty of times, it never ceases to satisfy you with how peacefully quiet it can be. Which is honestly laughable, considering that rooms over Dan and Arin were probably giggling themselves shitless right now.

Thinking about it now, your mind drifted to Arin. Nothing that unusual nowadays, as he took over most of the thoughts.

His name pops into your head and you can’t help but sway a little. As cheesy as that was, nothing was cheesier than the fact that you actually ended up drawing him more. It sounds like it’d be better suited for some high school Disney movie. Yet here you were, flipping through many already drawn pages to a new clean one.

Your pencil traces out the features you can remember. His broad nose, those delicate eyes, his warm soft smile. Things that for some reason you can’t forget, the little details. Sometimes you found yourself getting annoyed after drawing, as if somehow drawing him over and over will make you forget about him. Of course it doesn’t, and sometimes you’re glad for that.

“Holy shit, where is everybody?”

Speak of the devil.

“Uh, I, they-“ Your words nearly trip over themselves, an underlying guilty tone in them as if you were caught doing something you weren’t supposed to. “They went out to grab something.”

“Shit, really?” He groans, as if he’s been betrayed. Your eyes watch as he brought his hand through his hair in a frustrated manner, the blonde streak and brunette being pushed back. Your throat dries, the muscle under his arm clenches and you notice. “You didn’t go with them?”

“Nah,” You clear your throat, tapping the table repeatedly with the eraser of your pencil. “Jory texted me like, five minutes ago, asking me what I wanted. I thought he would’ve texted you or something.”

His hand falls from his face to his pocket, the once held up ball of hair falling back around him. Arin’s once frustrated expression settles into a relieved one, one that is also a little annoyed with himself. “My phone was on silent,” Another Arin groan. He quickly texts them back and his phone returns to his pocket. The attention is back on you now, as he walks over. “What’s on the drawing menu today?” He takes it upon himself to lean over the table some, elbows resting on the table. It wasn’t unlike him to ask something like that. Working at the Grumps office for nearly a year brought you guys close, a lot closer since video games and art were something you had in common.

Still, in this case, this art was on the secret menu for your eyes only. Your arms were over your work nearly instantly, cheeks feeling like they’re on fire. You can’t imagine how red you must look right now.

Arin’s eyes slightly widen and he teases, “Dude, if you’re drawing hardcore porn, at least let me give an opinion on it.”

A soft crack fell on your flushed face, lips curving into a bit of a smile. Maintaining your serious look was hard, especially when Arin decides to crack jokes like that. Jokes that were meant to fluster you. “It’s not porn, Ar. It’s not really anything bad but..”

He laughs and puts on a dramatic scrunched pouty face that made you snort. “Not even if I say pretty please?”

“Especially not that. God, don’t ever make that face again.”

His face falls back to a neutral yet pouty face. Your heart is practically heaving in your chest but the relief settles in. You think that you may have ceased his curiosity or at least put it off. Now though, his eyes were practically setting on you and the gears in his head were turning. Problem was that they’re looking more curious than before.

“Ah!-“ A light feathery poke near your side was all it took for your arms to jolt downward, drawing a sharp gasp from you. You were hugging yourself at this point, to defend yourself from any new attacks. “Arin!-“ Your scolding falls short, eyes landing on your now bare sketch of Arin for all to see. Your eyes fart away and the heat that fills your cheeks is immaculate.

Thankfully, with your head turning the other way, it was impossible to see how he looked right now. You really weren’t sure if you want to either. Sure, he was a popular Internet personality and yeah, you were sure he’s seen his fair share of fan art (some dirtier than others) but still, this held a much more deeper meaning to you. Especially since you have a crush on the guy. At some point, you gather to courage to finally look at him. Instead of the look you expected him to have, Arin was seemingly stunned. About what is something you’re unsure of.

“When did you draw this?” He asks, bringing the sketchbook a bit closer to him. “Is this me?”

“I don’t know. Maybe five minutes ago.” You find yourself murmuring now. “Yeah, it’s uh, it’s you. Why?”

Arin breathlessly chuckles, in awe. “Dude, this is fucking amazing for five minutes. I also gotta say, I look hella handsome in your style~.” Although he’s teasing you right now, you turn to get another look and he looks sort of, what’s the word, flustered? It’s a look you’ve only seen Arin have once or twice.

“So you like it?” You ask, awkwardly rubbing the back of your neck. “If it’s weird, you can tell me. Seriously, I-“

He shuts you up by giving your shoulder a firm pat. “I think it looks awesome. Seriously.” He smiles, a light tint of pink dusting across his face. A part of you knew he wasn’t lying and the relief dawns on you once again. Another part of you knew that you probably shouldn’t worry as much as you do, as things usually went the opposite from what you assumed they were.

“McDonald’s train coming through!” calls Jory, who comes bustling through with a bag of McDonald’s that holds yours and Arin’s order.

Arin’s hand leaves your shoulder to grab the bag, leaving the spot warm and tingly. “Thanks, Jory.” He says, sitting the bag on the table.

“Woah, that’s really good, (Y/N)!” Jory exclaims upon seeing your ‘doodle’. “I knew that you drew in your free time but— wow.”

You awkwardly laugh, not being as flustered as you were when Arin got to see. Arin smiles again, sounding like a proud dad. “They’ve got talent. No other artist has been able to capture the Hanson essence like (Y/N)~”

“...Anyways.” You say after letting Arin’s cocky comment sit a moment of silence, which brought the burliest of laughs from him. Your heart sort of flutters. The fact that you can make a man like him laugh like that kind of brings you hope about your little love situation.

#arin x reader #x nb reader #x male reader #x reader insert #game grumps x reader #fanfiction #fanfic #fluff fic

[thattimdrakeguy]

ROBIN 80TH ANNIVERSARY - REVIEW!! - The GREAT, the okay, the meh, the wait what, and the freaking awful

None of the stories I’d consider bad in this besides the Super Sons one.

They have flaws, some don’t have any but aren’t that great, and just weird choices, with some disappointments.

I’m just gonna be honest about each story because that’s all I can do.

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DICK GRAYSON’S FIRST STORY: Really freaking good.

My favorite story is probably the first one:

Like the art is the best in the whole issue, and the only real flaw is how mean they made Bruce through-out it.

It’s yet again another story of how and why Dick quit (I guess he didn’t get fired this time) being Robin, but it’s just nice. Nice pacing, timing, dialogue, good art, and because the people working on it are 80s writers and artists, it keeps it feeling classic.

Which is great for a little showing of the 80s world, and I’m no big 80s DC guy at all, but it’s a really nice flashback for that.

One thing that was disappointing but I won’t count as a flaw (since it’s really not, just a wasted opportunity) is that this kid didn’t end up being Tim:

It looks like a young Tim, it’s drawn by the first artist on Tim’s Robin ongoing, written by his creator, it’s about the history of Robin, and he’s an overeager Robin fanboy-- like why wasn’t this kid Tim? He even has that dorky bowlcut Tim had when he was little, just less 80s styled.

A missed opportunity honestly.

The story though shows Dick’s compassion, talent, frustrations as he became his own man, his views on Robin, some of his sense of humor even. So his characterization is pretty great, but it is written by the man that grew Dick his own unique character to begin with, and it’s great to see this story keeps it up. (Prolly gonna find out this is an old script, but hey, it’s a good one.)

A weird retcon story, but it’s a nice callback to the 80s, and I think it’s really well-done beyond Bruce being a controlling grumpy prick to the point it feels like parody.

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DICK GRAYSON’S SECOND STORY: It’s just alright.

Where the first story is a flashback to the 80s, this is a direct flashback to he 90s, with the writer and artist that started his ongoing solo.

And it’s good. Like I had a lot of fun reading it, good heroics, feels of it’s era, but like the last story that’s the fun.

There’s nothing really to say about it besides it’s good. There isn’t anything too standout about it.

--

DICK GRAYSON’S THIRD STORY: It’s forgettable.

I forgot this was a thing in this, and it just feels like a waste of page.

It’s in no way bad that I seen, but it’s so very bland and one note. Titans fight and Dick acts as leader. Very generic.

The art’s really good though.

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DICK GRAYSON’S FOURTH STORY: It’s better than that last one at least.

Unlike the last one, this feels like it at least has a point to be here, and it actually feels like it makes sense to be in he 80th anniversary as well.

I’m not a personal fan of the “Grayson” series, it just sexualized Dick too much honestly, made him cheesier again a bit, and the writing was a little on the off-side in a way that just made it all feel empty besides a few moments, but I never read the whole series to be a great judge on it.

But also because of that, I have no idea who these people are for this story to be grand. What makes it feel like it’s worthy of being here though is trying it back to the history of Robin like the first story with these little bits.

Without these moments though, you wouldn’t have a clue why this is there.

Also Dick just suddenly wears this:

Which is super duper off-putting. But Oh-ho gotta have sexy Dick in there somewhere I guess. Just-- wow, was that super sudden.

--

JASON TODD’S STORY: It’s good but this kid doesn’t look right.

The story is very simple and sweet, and I think it works a lot given Jason and Bruce’s complicated relationship.

It’s even written by Judd Winnick who did Under the Red Hood, which is awesome.

But who is this kid they keep calling Jason exactly? It irrationally bugs me, because all the art has been super spot on till this story. They even write him well, but it just genuinely doesn’t look like post-crisis Robin Jason.

Like to show what I mean--

You read it and this is how the kid speaks.

Super snarky,

a bit of a rude edge to it,

practical sounding but rough teen-ish still

yet still mature enough to feel like he can handle himself.

So you might place this around when Jason was 15 given he’s Robin, and when he was 15 and when they gave him a unique design finally away from a generic silver age Robin, he looked like a young body builder--

Like this is what Jason Todd looked like when they settled his look away from a Dick clone:

A young body builder type, strong jaw, working out, mature features for his age

So who the heck is this?

Like this isn’t what Jason looked like besides pre-crisis, but this is post-crisis Jason. They already settled what he looked like during that 80s run, and this isn’t it. He’s not supposed to look like a generic silver age Robin anymore.

Even beyond it not looking like what Jason’s supposed to, it doesn’t fit the dialogue. He’s written as a practical, snarky, yet in his own way still mature teen. Soooooo why’s he look 5?

It’s so off-putting and it bugs me.

However, beyond that, I really like the story, and at least the artist was good at drawing adult Jason.

Them representing Bruce’s and Jason’s complicate relationship of distant but still caring is something I really enjoy. It’s so much more true to character rather than acting like Jason is just a part of the family like nothing ever happened.

More of that dynamic for them, please.

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TIM DRAKE’S FIRST STORY: It’s pretty good, but it’s missing something.

Not the highest praise ever, but I do like this story. I enjoy it’s setting at Tim’s school. High school was a constant setting for Tim’s comics in Robin, and they rarely ever treat it like that so I enjoy this story bringing it back.

I really enjoyed the connection  between extracurricular activities and what he does as Robin. It’s that blend of relatability and heroics that really made Tim work as a character. So that’s also great they brought back.

One of my favorite things that they bring up is Tim being into eSports, cuz it reminds me of how much Tim was into video games. It’s a very modern version of him being into the arcades in the 90s. Which is great.

However a downside is that it doesn’t really focus on Tim as a character like the other stories did with the other Robins.

Nothing about his never give up attitude, his insecurities, his underdog likability, how hard he is on himself, or things like that.

In-general this story says nothing about his personality besides a mention that he’s geeky. Which is a pretty big let-down because it keeps it from being any better, despite it already being good.

Freddie William’s art is also very hit or miss. It’s so crude sometimes, and Tim seems so buff compared to before in his actual Robin run. It’s very displeasing given that his early Tim work was top 5 Tim art material. However I still enjoyed that they brought him back even if he can’t draw Tim as well anymore. Tim’s still good in the babyface in most panels at least.

BUT-- this is still a pretty good Tim story. It’s just lacking.

Like it just should’ve been more about Tim as a character since it’s a Tim Drake story.

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TIM DRAKE’S SECOND STORY: It’s honestly just pretentious.

Tim doesn’t talk like this. Tynion has a melodramatic tone to his characters that works great for characters like Batman, I’ve actually quite liked his Batman run so far partially because of that, but it doesn’t work for Tim.

This is not what Tim talks like. It’s so very unnatural sounding for a kid. Yet Tim talks in this incredibly dramatic tone except for a few light hearted spots, when I feel like it should be the opposite.

It’s also trying hard to be a character study, but again it’s so unnatural. It sounds like a fan describing their view of the characters, not the characters themselves. Like since have these guys became each others therapists?

And then he has Dick say these things that makes Tim seem like a Gary Stu and the greatest most talented guy ever.

Also having Tim hang out with Jason when Jason’s using guns even though Tim’s insanely against that sort of thing.

They even have Damian talk like a typical fan person who dislikes Tim based off of superficial things for a bit.

The fact it treats that Detective Comics Rebirth part of Tim’s character history as uber important is also a bit pretentious of the writer given he wrote that too. Despite Tim only being in that run for like three arcs and wasn’t even in-character for most of it.

Best part of it, is the vague acknowledgement that Tim didn’t want to be anything else but Robin to me.

Otherwise it just reeks of awkwardly written fan fiction.

Honorable mentions of quality though, is Dick and Tim being brothers train riding, and Damian’s mini-adult coming out. I’m so sick of them making Damian a generic kid sometimes that I actually liked this part even if it’s through a snarky filter.

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STEPHANIE BROWN’S STORY: Better than expected, it’s actually pretty good.

I actually really liked this story. Overall I think Steph’s actual Robin run sucked, this is still a good story if I can get past the era it’s set in.

Unlike Tim’s stories, this actually uses her character.

How reckless she can be without it being super exaggerated, her attitude, love that they brought back the diary format for her inner-monologue too. 

There’s not much to say besides I’d actually consider this one of the best stories in the thing, except for the fact Steph clearly disobeys Batman and she was said to get fired for that. That’s a decent plot holes for me.

I super love the detail of Tim being so small that Steph can’t fit in his uniform. That cheered me up.

Them bringing back her Robin era artist was also great. Unlike Freddie Williams, their art actually really improved.

DAMIAN WAYNE’S FIRST STORY: The genuine worst story in it.

It’s so-- baaad.

Fan service can work if it’s in good quality. Like being in-character, or a nice homage. The train riding in Tynion’s story was that.

This isn’t that.

Damian and Jon didn’t get along right away, not even soon enough for this “mostly” part to feel right as a joke, because they obviously didn’t get along mostly right away. They fought a lot. They even show it on the full page them fighting, but they downplay how long they did fight just for fanservice. It took a long time, and even when they did it was still contrived.

Then they have Damian and Jon in the same class, when they aren’t the same age for that to make sense..

They even have Jon help Damian on his tests when it’s constantly shown that Damian is a brainiac who wouldn’t need that.

It’s literally even in the history summary at the end that he’s highly intelligent. So he probably wouldn’t even ever need a study partner considering he’s even said to have actual PHDs anyway. Which makes the study partner thing just plain out of character.

There’s also panels that straight up feels like oddly specific deviantart fetish art, which is so nasty. Especially considering that I know damn well that’s there’s pedophiles who make this same kind of oddly specific fetish art on there. So much so I had to stop using the site cuz of the anxiety it gave me.

And they downplay how mean Damian can be too Jon so much that it irks me.

This is the worst story in the whole comic, genuinely. Nothing good is in it, besides some decent enough art.

It’s certainly pandering to it’s fandom, but to certain parts it really shouldn’t be.

(This sort of stuff was still happening in their miniseries. Jon really shouldn’t want this as a brother. That’s stockholm syndrome.

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DAMIAN WAYNE’S SECOND STORY: It’s better than the last one, but somethings missing still.

Unlike the last one avoiding talking about Damian’s actual character besides to play it down. This one actually uses it.

It’s just so quick, and empty feeling at the same time that it’s missing something. A bit like an inverse of Tim’s first story. Tim’s story had the setting and interesting story format, but no real character, while this has a lot of usage of the character but no interesting setting or story.

A lot of Damian’s character is that he’s not a natural Robin as far as attitude goes. He isn’t a typical Robin, and I enjoy how they play into that rather than be afraid of that. It’s what makes this actually work for me.

Although it makes you question why he’s still Robin, I consider that a good thing, because YOU SHOULD. You want the character’s to actually acknowledge things as if they’re real and not just ignoring things.

He’s not typical, he’s unique for better or worse. That’s Damian, and that’s what you should show of him.

This goes into why Damian’s the exact opposite of what a Robin normally is. That’s great.

But it’s missing anything memorable about it. However I think that’s cuz it leads into a future issue of Teen Titans which gives it a reasonable excuse.

I’m really hoping it leads into something.

Although i have a feeling they sadly might do the same thing as typical and ignore Damian’s actions more. Avoiding any genuine feelings.

--

OVERALL

It’s not nearly as bad as I thought it would be. Only two stories I’d actually call bad, which is a lot less than I thought With just occasionally sloppy art, not even what I’d call back, but just crude or not drawing the character accurately which will annoy some more than others.

When I heard of this book I got so worried, but only two stories is actually almost relieving how little that is given the potential ego-driven things they could’ve done, which only those two stories then.

To me, I say it’s worth a pick-up, just rip out a story or two to keep it friendlier to revisit

Mostly was just really missing that extra heart in a lot of the stories.

#Tim Drake #Robin #Dick Grayson #Nightwing #Jason Todd #Red Hood #Stephanie Brown #The Spoiler #Bruce Wayne #Batman #DC Comics #Bat-Family #Batfamily #Bat-fam #Batfam #Teen Titans #Young Justice #Young Just Us

[catradorafanficrecs]

Chapters: 11/11 Fandom: She-Ra and the Princesses of Power Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Adora & Catra (She-Ra), Adora/Catra (She-Ra) Characters: Adora (She-Ra), Catra (She-Ra), Glimmer (She-Ra), Bow (She-Ra), Mermista (She-Ra), Perfuma (She-Ra), Entrapta (She-Ra), Scorpia (She-Ra), Angella (She-Ra) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, High School, yep its a catradora highschool au, and its gay, bc im gay, Mutual Pining, Lots of blushing, is that even a tag? eh, listen…harold…they’re lesbians, Friends to Lovers, Jock Adora, Artist Catra, Fluff Summary: 
“I am. And thank you.”
“For what?”
Catra sighed. “For being so nice, you dummy.”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Because I’m not always nice to you,” Catra said in a meek voice.
Adora inched closer. “That’s not true. I know you like me…even if you have a weird way of showing it.” Adora shot her a small smile and Catra returned it.
For a moment they laid in the bed, looking at each other. Adora could feel her heart speed up in her chest as her eyes slid down to the other girl’s lips. It was probably the alcohol talking, but she couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if she just leaned in and… … a catradora, friends-to-lovers, high school au. it cant get any cheesier.

#she ra and the princesses of power #fanfic #friends to lovers #high school #au

[mamabearcatfanfics]

More Than Words - One

“Please, please, please, please, please Kagome!”

She looked up from her laptop to roll her eyes at the dark haired man leaning over her desk, his violet eyes beseeching, hands together as if in prayer.

“You would think by now Miroku, that you of all people would know that when a lady says no, she means no”, she said dryly, dropping her attention back to the computer screen in front of her. It was boring work, but if everything wasn’t just so, the tender documents could be rejected, and she really didn’t want to open that can of worms with her project manager.

“But Kagome”, he continued pleading. “She’s amazing, gorgeous, an angel!” His eyes misted over as he gazed off into the middle distance. “I think it’s her. I think I’ve finally found the love of my life.” Kagome snorted, and his eyes flicked back to hers. “You don’t believe me?” he said with a wounded expression.

“Miroku”, Kagome sighed, “you probably spoke to her for a maximum of what, two minutes, tops? And that was to order coffee. How is this girl any different from the temp secretary you took out on a date after the office Christmas party three weeks ago? Or that girl you abandoned me for last Friday night when we went out to karaoke? I’m not going to hound some poor woman minding her own business into giving you her number just because you have the unfortunate habit of falling for every pretty face you see!”

Miroku shook his head. “No, you don’t understand. This was different. When my fingers touched hers, it was, like, I don’t know, a spiritual connection.” He sighed, leaning against Kagome’s desk, his hand over his heart. “She owns me, body and soul.”

“Oh my god Miroku,” Kagome chortled, pushing his hip off her desk. “If you were any cheesier I’d need to run out and buy wine and crackers! You do realise that you sound like someone out of one of those trashy romance movies on daytime TV? Next you’ll be writing sonnets and saying you were struck by Cupid’s arrow.” She got up from her desk to move over to the filing cabinet, rifling through the files. “I still don’t see why I need to be involved anyway - just ask her for her number herself if you’re so desperate!”

Miroku sighed, hanging his head despondently. “I’ve been banned. By her guard dog.” Kagome looked at him questioningly. “The barista.”

“You got banned from a café by the barista? What on earth did you do!?” She held up her hands, the file in them covering her view of Miroku as he opened his mouth to explain. “No, don’t tell me, on second thoughts, I don’t want to know!”

“Kagome, I’m begging you! Just talk to her. If she doesn’t want to give her number to me, I’ll admit defeat. I just need to know! What if I did all your filing for the next week?”

Kagome shook her head. “No way! I’ve only just got all my files back in order from when you meddled with my stuff when I was on leave.”

“I’ll walk your dog.”

“I have a cat.”

“I’ll do your tax return for you.”

“I’d like to stay out of prison, thanks very much.”

“I’ll, I’ll… “ Miroku looked around the office, as if searching for inspiration, his eyes alighting on Kagome’s much loved pink coffee cup, sitting empty and forlorn on her desk. “I’ll buy you coffee for the next month!”

Kagome stared him. “You’re offering to buy me coffee for a whole month?” He nodded. “And this is whether she gives me her number or not?” Miroku nodded again. Kagome bumped the filing cabinet drawer shut with her hip, then placed the folders on her desk, turning back to him with a gleeful expression on her face.

Miroku’s face fell when he realised exactly how much that this might cost him in monetary terms. Kagome loved her coffee; she was rarely seen without her favourite coffee mug in her hand. And she did a lot of overtime, often working back late at the office, weekends too when a tender was due.

Kagome grinned even wider and slapped him on the shoulder. “Miroku, my lovestruck friend, you’ve got yourself a deal!”

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 Kagome walked towards the tiny hole in the wall coffee shop a few blocks away from the office. It was literally only a door and a window wide, the exterior painted in matte black, with a white awning shading the customers waiting outside in the hot Australian summer sun. The business name adorned the glass window, a simple red circle with black text in a strong block font - Black Dog Coffee.

There was a line of people heading out the door waiting patiently, some chatting quietly, but most looking down at their phones. As she got further forward in the line, she was amused to notice that everyone followed the same pattern – a step towards the woman taking orders, stating their name and order and paying, then two steps to the left while they waited for their coffee. The woman at the cash register didn’t take another order until the first one had been filled, yet no one complained. That was kind of odd, but the line was moving fairly swiftly, so she guessed it worked, even though it wasn’t how cafés usually took their coffee orders. It was hard to see what was going on from her position in the line, stuck behind a tall guy in a business suit. She decided to look up reviews for the coffee shop online while she was waiting.

‘This coffee is the absolute bomb, but don’t piss off the barista!’

‘Was recommended to me by a friend. Coffee is amazing.’

‘Kinda weird. They only sell coffee, roast their own beans I think. The barista is something else!’

‘Would wait in line all day for this coffee!!’

‘Worst experience ever. Got BANNED because I tried to order more than five things. And they have no food, just coffee. WTF! Pretty sure the barista was in the yakuza – that guy has tatts for days! 0/10 would recommend.’

‘Follow the ordering protocol and you’ll be sweet – best coffee in the downtown financial district.’

‘OMG – best coffee EVER! I’m now a daily customer.’

Hmmm. She tried to peer around the tall guy in front of her, but she couldn’t see anything; the afternoon sun was reflecting off the glass covered office building nearby, getting in her eyes and making her squint. She fanned her face with her hand. Man it was hot. You could fry an egg out here on the cement. She hoped the coffee was worth the freckles she was probably getting on her nose right now. The tall guy stepped forward to make his order, and she caught a glimpse of the woman behind the cash register.  

Long glossy brown hair with thick bangs, and a bright smile. Her brown eyes, highlighted by bright pink eyeshadow, sparkled with warmth; she was giving her total attention to the current person she was engaging with. She wasn’t much taller than Kagome herself and the tight black t-shirt she was wearing with the name Sango embroidered on the pocket accentuated her generous curves.

Kagome sighed. Miroku was nothing if not predictable – he loved curvy ladies. But how was she going to ask for this woman’s number without causing a disruption – everyone seemed to be on board with the ordering system, and if the coffee was as good as the reviews promised there was no way she was going to get herself banned from coming back.

She glanced down to the time on her phone, and then to the opening hours printed on the tiny shop window. It was almost closing time. Maybe if she hung back for a little while and caught the woman after they’d shut up shop? She groaned internally, trying not to think of the work still waiting for her on her desk. She should have held out for two months of coffee.

The tall man stepped to the side. Crap, she needed to order.

“Good afternoon ma’am. What would you like?” The woman’s smile was wide and welcoming.

“Uh, a large latte please, no sugar”, Kagome said, holding up her credit card ready to tap payment.

“Name please?”

“Kagome. That’s K – A…”

“That’s okay, I know how to spell it.” Kagome watched with interest as the woman wrote her name on the coffee lid in curving characters. Was that hirigana? She vaguely recognised it was her name being written from the two terms of Japanese she did in high school. A grunt came from her left, and she realised with a little start that she was meant to move to one side.

She stood in front of the gleaming commercial espresso machine, eyes closing as she savoured the rich coffee aroma. It smelt amazing, rich and full. Not burnt. It was a little hard to see the barista; her view was blocked by towers of takeaway coffee cups in various sizes. But those reviews that mentioned him had made her curious now. She stepped to the side a little more. Ah, there he was.

He was taller than her - she guessed she’d come up to just above his shoulder, but then she wasn’t exactly tall herself at 5’2”. He had long dark hair, looped back in a low ponytail, with a choppy fringe and slightly longer forelocks  on either side of his face, tanned skin that was complemented by the white collarless t-shirt he wore under a denim apron. His expression as he looked downward to make the coffee was stern, but she didn’t see what he had to be so grumpy about. Maybe he was just hot? Maybe he just took his job very seriously? He moved out from behind the coffee machine and her eyes widened at the sight of his forearms, revealed by the shirt sleeves pushed up to his elbows. They were covered in tattoos from the wrist; dark sleeves of swirling black water flowing up his arms, broken only by pink and red cherry blossoms, with a hint of green and yellow. Then he looked up.

His eyes. They were hazel, for want of a better description, but such a light hazel that they almost looked golden. With the late afternoon sun behind her, lighting his face, they almost sparkled like citrine quartz. He placed the lid on her coffee, then set it down in front of her.

“Kagome.”

He’d pronounced her name right. Ka-goh-meh. She was so used to the way most Australians butchered her Japanese name, a way for her parents to honour her Japanese grandfather, that she was immune to its mispronunciation, but he’d said it just right. Just. Right. His voice was deep and a little husky. He made that small grunting noise in the back of his throat again, his strong dark brows lowering a little, and she realised in embarrassment that she was staring at him.

“Uh, yes, I’m sorry, yeah that’s me! I’m Kagome.” Idiot. Of course he knew that, it’s not like there was anyone else standing right in front of him waiting! She reached out for her coffee where he’d placed it on the edge of the counter, and then backed away, pink cheeked, as another person stepped to the side to wait for their coffee.

She moved to stand in front of the shop next door, taking out her phone for something to do while she waited for closing time, slowly sipping her coffee, which was glorious by the way. But she couldn’t give herself over fully to her enjoyment of the taste, unable to control her wandering eyes.

‘Oh my god, he’s gorgeous! I’ve never seen anyone with eyes that colour before. And that’s so much ink on his arms - that must have hurt like a bitch! I never would have picked that a guy would get cherry blossom sleeves, but they don’t look girly on him at all - the exact opposite really. I wonder if they go all the way up his arms? God, now I’m imagining him with his shirt off - bad girl, Kagome! Maybe the cherry blossoms are a cultural thing? I think he’s Japanese, and I’m pretty sure that’s my name in hirigana on the coffee lid, but I don’t want to make an assumption just based on that and his looks. I wonder what he’s thinking about? He doesn’t look unhappy or angry exactly, just… determined? Maybe he just has resting bitch face.’ She snorted a little at that thought, then sighed. ‘His movements are so graceful and fluid, it’s like watching someone do tai chi or something. Oh, he has such nice hands - strong fingers. I could watch him make coffee aaaaall day.’

She gazed dreamily, sipping at her coffee slowly, the phone in her hand forgotten. Golden eyes suddenly met hers, one eyebrow raised in a puzzled expression. ‘Oh shit, he’s looking this way. He’s noticed that I’m looking at him. Abort! Abort! Oh fuck… This is all your fault Miroku!’

She turned tail and fled, almost running back to the office. The reviews had been right. The hot coffee was amazing, but the hot barista? Yeah, he was definitely something else. She knew she would be back first thing in the morning to get another coffee. And it wasn’t just because the coffee was amazing and that he was beautiful to look at. There was something about him. She wanted to get to know him better.

Miroku was waiting for her out the front of their office building. “So, did you get it?” he asked eagerly.

“What?”

“Did you get her number. Sango’s number?”

“Uh…” Shit. She’d been so flustered when he had suddenly looked up and met her gaze that she’d turned tail and fled without remembering why she was waiting there in the first place. Damn. Heat washed across her cheeks, and she flicked her gaze away from Miroku’s.

“Our calm and collected Kagome blushing? Oh, there must be a good story behind this – do tell!”

“No story. You’ve ordered coffee from there before – I didn’t want to do anything to upset the system and get banned like you did! There just wasn’t an opportunity today – I’ll try again tomorrow.”

Miroku poked her in the ribs. “But surely that wouldn’t make you blush Kags! C’mon, spill.”

“There’s nothing to tell!” she spluttered.

Suddenly Miroku burst out laughing. “Oh ho ho, I get it. You were so busy perving at the guard dog making the coffee that you forgot what you were there for.”

“Shut. Up.”

Miroku grinned at her. “Aw, little Kagome finally got a crush on someone. Were you struck by Cupid’s arrow?” he teased, throwing the phrase she’d used before back at her with a note of triumph in his voice. Kagome squirmed under his knowing gaze, and he chuckled. “Looks like Cupid’s been pretty busy with his arrows around that coffee shop, huh?”

Kagome made a growling noise in the back of her throat, then the corners of her lips curled up in a knowing smile. She blinked at him innocently, raising her takeaway cup.

“You may be right Miroku. You may be right. And I’m thinking the best way to get to know him will be to buy coffee. Lots of coffee. I hope you’re ready to pay up, buddy!” She sipped her coffee and patted him on his suddenly slumping shoulders as she walked past him into the foyer of the building and back to her desk full of filing, savouring every last drop.

  ☕💘☕

 Inuyasha pondered as he polished the already gleaming coffee maker. Sango had just left for the day, after balancing the till, and he was doing a final clean up, ensuring everything would be ready for 7am opening.

That girl. Kagome. She’d been staring at him. Usually that made him feel intensely uncomfortable. Growing up in an orphanage had internalised that being stared at was a bad thing, because pain caused by kids much larger and stronger than him usually followed close behind. That was until he’d been there so long that he was the large and strong one, handing out punches to anyone picking on the tiny ones. But he hadn’t got that uncomfortable feeling from her when she’d stared.

He knew he was considered attractive by some people. But her looking at him hadn’t given him that slimy creepy feeling that being ogled purely for looks gave him either. She had looked at him like he was a puzzle she wanted to work out.

He tried to picture her in his mind’s eye, but all he really remembered was dark shining hair like a corvid’s wing, and very blue eyes. She’d been small too, very petite. He rolled her name around in his head, as it tugged on a memory, and he suddenly thought of the rhyming game from his childhood about a bird caught in a cage. It was fitting – her mannerisms reminded him of a little bird - a wren, with bright inquisitive eyes. And when he’d looked up at her and caught her staring, she’d flapped her wings in fright and flown away. He chuckled. He hoped she wasn’t caught in a cage of some sort. No one deserved that.

He shut off the lights to the tiny shop, and walked into the studio behind it, flopping down on his bed with his laptop, ready to spend another evening struggling through his online English class. A little orange fluffball of a kitten jumped on to his lap, trying to sit on the keys, and he pushed it off.

“Shippou! Dame!”

The kitten settled down next to his thigh, snuggling against him and purring, and he turned his attention back to the screen. It was hard, learning a language this way, but he was determined. He had escaped his own cage, and he was never going back.

☕💘☕

PART TWO

#Bearpluscat fanfics #inukag fanfic #inukag modern au #inukag coffee shop au #I'll be posting every couple of days in the lead up to White Day!

[birdeedee]

Andromeda Six Actor!AU - Background Info

*Slams fist on table* Nobody asked for this but hERE WE GO (under the read more because I got carried away)

Cal: Was originally a model before he got into acting. Started off mostly with photo shoots and print photography before he blew up after he landed a job with a particularly big brand that used his face everywhere. He decided to branch out into acting as a hobbie (*cough* his agent told him to *cough*) and took an Intro to Acting for the Camera class - where he met Aya. Him and Aya have known each other the longest out of the entire A6 cast.

Aya: Started off on broadway (because of course she did) right out of high school. She wasn’t much of a singer and stuck to more dance heavy roles and shows (think shows like Cats, where you don’t watch for the plot, you watch for the amazing performers). After a few years of doing on and off broadway shows, she decided she wanted a change of pace, but she knew she wanted to pursue acting still. So she signed up for the first Acting for the Camera class she could find, because she knows stage acting and camera acting are very different, and the first person she pesters is the grumpy hot guy brooding in the corner (they become instant best friends- from Aya’s point of view).

Damon: Absolute heartthrob, I’m telling you. He’s always been extremely charismatic and he knows it. He landed his first acting job when he had just gotten out of highschool, a CW like show that lasted a few years before it got canceled. The role got the ball rolling on his career, and with a few appearances in small films and tv shows, he solidified his image as the “charismatic bad boy” (which is to say he definitely had a casting type). He’s absolutely done a few photo shoots with Cal, but the two never really got to know each other that well besides work related stuff.

June: Has been in the public eye the longest out of all the cast members. He started out as a Canadian country artist (i will die on this hill. you cannot convince me he was not) but it took him a while to gain traction in the industry. He had a small following for a good few years before one of his songs got extremely popular- but only really in Canada. He always had loved acting, he performed in all his local small town productions when he was growing up (June is from the praries, fight me) and so he decided to give acting a go. He’s starred in a few Life Time movies, the cheesier the better, but still was only popular in Canada. Until he landed the role in A6, that is.

Bash: Always thought he was going to go into a STEM field of some kind, it was always what interested him from the get go. But he was also known as the class clown where ever he went, and he was extremely charismatic. Whether he used that charisma for good or not, who knows. As his interest in science, engineering specifically, grew so did his love for comedy and stand up. He would watch old stand up shows and analyze them for what exactly made a joke a good joke (bash is a closet nerd!! He is the epitome of jock-nerd and that is final!!) and he realized that so many comedians went into acting, which led him to go down many, many rabbit holes. He still went to uni for a bit, as it didn’t quite register in his head that he could actually pursue acting and comedy as a career. He took training here and there because he loved it so much, but it wasn’t until after university that he really started to view it as a career option.

Ryona: Loved, loved, loved acting when she was growing up. She begged her parents to let her audition for local productions and would always try out for her school plays. But as she got older her passion for acting slowly dwindled and was replaced by the passion for helping people, aided by the fact that her parents were both doctors. She ended up going to nursing school, and in her first year she found out her uni had some extra courses, one of which was an acting course. She took it thinking nothing of it at the time but once she got a taste for it she realized that, as much as she loved helping people, acting was something she really, really loved as well and absolutely wanted to pursue it. She and Bash dated briefly when they both went to uni, but it ended on a good note and they’re still friends!

Vexx: Was a child star, something a kin to the Olsen twins. He was too young to remember most of it, but the public loved him. He was adorable as a baby and because of that he was in everything. But as he got older and his parents allowed him to make his own decisions he decided to stop acting all together and live a normal life. He stopped appearing in anything around his early teens, so he got to finish his high school career without any major public scandals. He got a degree in English literature but once he graduated he found himself wanted to revisit his acting career, and he’s determined to breakout of his child star image.

MC: Besides the fact that they come from a very big actor family, they’re a complete nobody in the business, they don’t have any major titles under their belt and A6 is the first show they’ve worked on as a lead. Previously, the biggest role they’ve had has been actor roles, but they’ve mostly just done background work. When they landed the role for A6 it was a major shocker because most of they’re family is so well known in the business that the public didn’t even know they existed (because anybody who is worth knowing about would have already made themselves known, right?)

I might revisit these later on and tweak them, but they’ve been stuck in my head for so long I might as well share them.

#andromeda six #actor!au #andromeda 6 #my writing #a6 #long post #text post

[prof-zimbrane]

Zimbrane Headcanon #4/?

Zim may do a lot of evil things, i.e. kidnapping, stealing, jaywalking, murder, destruction of property, unauthorized experimentations, tax fraud, etc. but one thing he will never do is swear in front of children.

It doesn’t matter if the child is his arch-nemesis, he still wouldn’t swear. His personal code of conduct against swearing also extends to Gir and Minimoose, especially Minimoose.

Why would Zim honour such a thing? That’s because Zim believed that children learning to swear reduces their mental capabilities and makes them unproductive members of society (it doesn’t help that irken smeets are taught that a slaughtering rat fairy named Isabeth will come to eat any smeets who swear).

Professor Membrane also views swearing as something children shouldn’t be exposed to and do because it doesn’t let them expand their vocabulary and find alternatives. But he sees insults as worse offenders than casual expletives.

So, during breakfast one morning in the Membrane household (Zim and Professor Membrane are already in an established realtionship), everyone was present at the table. Clembrane was preparing food when he accidentally flung a hot frying pan full of fried pudding into Professor Membrane’s face.

At that moment, Professor Membrane was reading an aggravating article written by a rival pseudoscientist that completely ignores any “actual” science, trying to disprove Professor Membrane’s accomplishments. With the only emotions being rage and fury filling Professor Membrane, he loudly yelled a singular “FUCK!” when the pan hit his face. Right in front of his children. And Gir. And Minimoose (no! not Minimoose!!!).

Unfortunately, for Professor Membrane, Zim was sitting right in front of him, also covered in pudding. More unfortunately, Gir started loudly singing a single lyric song featuring a certain expletive. Points to anyone who can guess what that word is!

The ears of Dib, Gaz and Minimoose (no! not Minimoose!!!) were assaulted with a cacophony of Gir sounds that became progressively more demonic and high pitched. It took the combined efforts of everyone, mostly Gaz and her skillz™️, to calm Gir down.

After Zim controlled his paranoia of Isabeth coming to eat Gir and the rest of them, Zim definitely became mad at a certain scientist and started dragging him away from the kitchen.

“Dib! As the oldest, you’re in charge! Oh wait. Yes.. Clembrane is here... Children! Listen to Clembrane while I have a TALK with my Bae... I mean your Dad! I never said what I said!”

While Zim is fuming and trying to collect his thoughts, Professor Membrane broke the silence in the hallway.

"Is something wrong dear?"

Zim spoke, "Don't you understand what you just did???!! You SWORE!! In front of the children! In front of Minimoose!!"

His actions became more enraged and explosive.

"Do you stupid humans swear freely in front of smeets? Their brains are still puny!!"

Instead of rage, panic began settling in Zim's facial features.

"And Isabeth might come to take them away. That awful Isabeth!! Zim remembers..." Zim's voice became quieter near the end as he reminisces the scolding and punishment he received in the smeet-housing facilities. He'll never forget being assigned to clean the folds of a Slorbeast ever again.

With a despairing Zim, Professor Membrane tried de-escalating the situation by embracing Zim.

“Darling, I know swearing in front of kids is a societal taboo, but with enough explanations, they’ll learn what words are inappropriate in different scenarios.”

Zim coiled away in anger, but still remained in Professor Membrane’s arms. It’s cozy, why wouldn’t Zim want to stay? Yet he doesn’t want to let the argument die away.

“Urgh! Sometimes you can be really ignorant! When smeets swear, they become less intelligent... And they get eaten by Isabeth.” Zim seriously told Professor Membrane.

The scientist could hardly understand what Zim meant by the last line.

“That’s nonsense! No child will get eaten by some “Isabeth” for using adult language!” At this point, Professor Membrane felt amusment as he dismissed Zim.

“YOU!!! Are a bastard and a cunt with shit for brains, Membrane! How dare you mock Zim??!! If I had my tools with me I would-“ Zim’s yelling was interrupted by a slight cough.

Dib and Minimoose stood in front of them. Well, Dib stood. Minimoose floated.

“Dib?! How long were you listening to us? And Minimoose?!” Zim exclaimed. It came to his mind that they might have heard Zim calling Professor Membrane “a bastard and a cunt with shit for brains”.

“Before you started calling Dad “a bastard and a cunt with shit for brains”.” Dib replied in a deadpan manner. He’s hungry and he’s going to be late for school. Minimoose floated beside Dib, also feeling hungry.

Dib, and Minimoose (no! not Minimoose!!!), both heard Zim then. Today was not Zim’s day. If anyone on Irk knew what Zim had done, his life as a model Irken citizen would be over (what Zim fails to realize is that Zim’s life as a model Irken citizen never even began).

Seeing Zim’s dark expression, Professor Membrane started hugging Zim tighter.

“Love, I’m not sure what your fears are about this Isabeth but I promise you that this issue will be easily resolved.” Professor Membrane said while tilting Zim’s face up so they can see each other eye to eye.

“The world is not going to end and we can talk to our children later about the dangers of swearing. We both slipped up as parents but slip-ups happen and I want you to be here with me so we can both work together to prevent these slip-ups.”

With such soothing words, Zim felt a little better and safer. Isabeth is millions of miles away across the galaxy and Zim never remembers her ever coming to eat him. Or Purple for that matter. Purple had the largest potty-mouth ever for a couple of months, trying to show the other smeets that the adult Irkens were stupid. Hmm. Maybe things really aren’t so bad.

“Zim can never stay mad at you.” Zim crooned with devotion in his eyes. Professor Membrane and Zim seemed to be lost in each others eyes, using physical contact to ground themselves to each other.

Dib interrupted them before they can do anything more cheesier, “Anyways.. We’re still hungry since Foodio 3000 isn’t here to make us food (Foodio’s currently filming a show called “Kitchen Hells” with Ramsey Cordon) and Clembrane’s fried pudding is...”

Dib gestures to Professor Membrane and Zim, who have done nothing to clean themselves up yet. They both look down on themselves and the burns they’ve sustained.

"Nyah!" Minimoose exclaimed, agreeing with Dib.

"Ah yes. I’ll make some toast then." replied Professor Membrane.

And they all went back to the kitchen to finish their breakfast which doubled as a lecture on why swearing is bad and how swearing is only allowed when one becomes "older".

In the distance, galaxies away, a slaughtering rat fairy coincidentally named Isabeth is stuck on an asteroid that is headed towards Earth...

#zim #professor membrane #zimbrane #zapmr #pmazr #dib membrane #gaz membrane #gir #minimoose #text #headcanon #mine #this is like one of my ramblings in that i don’t really think things thoroughly before writing them #i wrote this on my phone #so excuse any formatting issues #and spelling mistakes #i bet autocorrect did some terrible things

[musicallisto]

Hi! I’m glad to see your ship pairings back💜 I’m bi, she/her, and I would like to have a ship from HP/Marvel! I’m a pretty outgoing person, I definitely fit Gryffindor traits. Love to go on spontaneous adventures with people, but I can get awkward when people don’t share the same viBeS with me. I’m a true chaotic neutral and I would do anything for my friends. People think I’m very strong but usually I need their reassurance and alone time to cry lol. That’s it I think! Thank you💜

I Ship You With…

Ginny Weasley

Now that sure is one fiery union… and one that, truth be told, not many ever imagined working out in the end. You both have such textbook Gryffindor personalities that the popular opinion around Hogwarts when word spread that you began dating was that you would grow sick of each other’s fierceness, headbutt a lot, and eventually your personalities would clash so often that you would have an epic, melodramatic falling out in the middle of the Great Hall. Fear not - that’s very far from the truth of what happened!

Actually, Ginny asking you on your first date was very lowkey, uncharacteristically lowkey for your cheerful classmate of many years. You were quitely working in the Gryffindor common room, finding the library a little too cold for your liking in the early days of December, and you saw a crumpled piece of parchment land on the table, right before your eyes. Unfolding it, you discovered little moving doodles of Ginny and you chasing each other on your brooms near the Quidditch field, with the inscription ‘Saturday, 2 p.m.? I’ll make you fly.’

(That cheeky yet incredibly intimidated and shy smile of hers when you turned your head at her with your eyebrows frowned… the passing thought of how pretty she was and how much you’d like to hold her had crossed your mind, but at that moment you saw her in a totally different light, and eagerly, before your brain could register what you were doing, you had nodded.)

She’d totally be a reassuring presence if you ever need to vent or cry on her shoulder. She’s not necessarily the best adviser, because it does not do well with an attitude as impetuous as hers, and she’ll at times get a little awkward, not knowing how to react to your breakdowns and your sudden sadness, but she’ll respect that you need some alone time to process everything and feel better. She’ll try to ask you what she can do to help, because it doesn’t come naturally to her - when she’s faced with her own deal of problems and drama she shrugs it off and hopes for the best.

(Most of the time there’s nothing much, really, that she can actively do to alleviate the problem at hand. In such instances, you just ask her to be there and keep your hands in hers and your head to her shoulder, your breaths in synch, and somehow the world around you feels gradually a little less grim.)

Did you say that you like spontaneity? Because she is the exact definition of the term. Wait until you mention offhandedly that you enjoy going on adventures with people on a whim, and she’ll be absolutely wooed. You’ll then go on the most random and unplanned adventures just because you feel like it one day, and because there’s nothing else interesting to do around. Ginny, with the upbringing she’s had and especially the presence of her father, mostly knows about modest, Muggle escapades, but whether you are a Pureblood, a Half-Blood or a muggleborn, you enjoy getting away from the magic world for a little while and connect with the more down-to-earth side of the world… even if your own adventure, the adventure of your love, debuted in the sky.

(Your favorite thing to do is going on a roadtrip with Ginny. Supposing that it was salvageable after Ron’s little escapade, you once more or less borrowed Mr. Weasley’s flying car, even though it isn’t exactly the most Muggle and discreet mode of transportation, and flew it across the Highlands, taking in all the beauty of the North and stopping from time to time in a wide field to have a picnic or swim in a freezing lake. These adventures, you would never trade them for anything.)

Peter Parker

Now, listen. One man-child is already a tough creature to handle on the daily, surely Tony Stark will tell you this. But two? Together? In a relationship? There have been cataclysms and mass extinctions in the history of the Earth that have liberated less energy than the two of you do. You would probably be childhood best friends and lifelong crushes, at least on one part, if not on both, before one confesses (more likely you), or, possibly, an exterior interference forces you to confess.

I am guessing it would be something like prom. Close to being canceled because of the recent attacks and threats that plague New York City, your high school prom represents, in spite of everything, a beacon of hope and normalcy in the decadent world. Especially since you discovered that your best friend is inherently part of the whole mess, what with being a superhero gifted with the powers of a spider and all that. You would imagine he would be frightened of nothing or no one… but you discover that there is one danger he still doesn’t know how to tackle: social engagements, and, God bless him, relationships. That much is clear when you notice him circling around you as D-Day grows near, growing considerably cheesier, shier, and clingier. You may have never seen Peter as a love interest before, but you’re not blind. And you understand. And it strikes you. Okay. You kind of… like him. As in, like like. What to do now?

(What to do now is precisely what you choose to do, despite every instance of your brain advising you against it: you bluntly ask him to be your prom date. He blushes, swallows, tries to play it casual. In his eyes, though, his familiar, warm, yet still a little unsure eyes, you read it, clear as day. Oh, you’ve got that boy whipped, and by some miracle or twist of fate you never noticed.)

Although you both are particularly energetic, sometimes you need a little time off, and enjoy hanging out in each other’s company on your bed in your flat, listening to some 80′s music and lounging together, talking about anything and everything, stealing kisses and tickling each other. One time, though, a hazard of the shuffle mode of your playlist, your favorite song at the moment, Girlfriend by Trevor Something, comes on, and you jump off the bed, dancing ridiculously and swaying your hips, mouthing every single word. Peter watches you, slightly confused and yet touched by your half-suggestive, half-humorous improvised dance. He’s a tad intimidated by your advances, especially when you gesture for him to come join him and let loose on the dancefloor of your fluffy rug. However, every last glint of fright disappears when he finally dares to feel the music pulse all around him, bob his head to the rhythm, and eventually give in like he’s got no care in the world - and truly he does, because you are here, and you are together, and New York City seems so far away with your hand in his.

(A few weeks later, you have a friend night with Ned at a karaoke bar, which so casually happens to host for the night the theme of ‘music from the 80′s’. When Peter takes the stage and whispers his request in the ear of the owner of the bar, you recognize immediately the first powerful notes and the piercing bass that are so familiar to you, and that you never would have guessed he would have remembered. But he did, and he motions for you to come join him onstage, handing you a microphone. He barely remembered the tune, or the lyrics for that matter, but he never got the eponymous line wrong - ‘You should be my girlfriend, I’ll love you forever baby’.)

#ship #marvel #mcu #peter parker #harry potter #ginny weasley

[lgcseojin]

DAY 236849: Han Insoo is still a fool and bromance is alive & well. ㅡ @lgcinsoo​

it was relatively late for insoo.

he was tired of work, tired of.. everything. it was one of those days rare days when all he wanted was some corner of peace; a quiet, small place for himself to curl up and sleep until he couldn’t feel anymore all that worry weighing him down. sometimes, it was in the shape of company that he could only find in the arms of his friends. but others, and insoo rarely felt this way, it could not be alleviated by just anyone. there was an exception to that rule, and that was his childhood friend, Seojin. it helped that they had moved to the same building nowadays. he hadn’t had the chance to congratulate him or for both of them to celebrate their new band direction. it was late night, and insoo was not a planner by any means, so as he passed the streets and found himself encountering an open flower shop, it occurred to him to buy a ridiculous amount. “purple roses,” the lady had said with bright eyes, as if the heaviness of the night and the bustling city hadn’t worn her down at all, “they represent love at first sight.”

insoo had known, then and there; the moment he’d crossed paths with that rowdy kid in middle school whose mouth ran too long, fists too high and temper ready to blow up at any second unaware; when he bumped into him with a careless joke, a strange, keen intrigue to his sharp eyes and even blunter bite for words; as he got on his nerves and pushed and tugged, and kicked and hurt him right where it was needed, and sometimes harder than either of them could take…

they would be friends forever.

“I want a hundred of them,” insoo blurted out, and he took a few trips back and forth with his bicycle from the streets to under his apartment window. But finally, at some ungodly hour, he managed to carry them all and with a helpless sigh, insoo cleared his throat under the moon light like a mournful lover, heart thumping against his chest. he took out his bluetooth speakers, old and beaten up but good enough for what he wanted, and blasted a sappy, stupid love song as he threw rocks against Seojin’s apartment window. he knew it was his window because he’d been there when they moved, and though he wasn’t discrete by any means, he was hoping he wouldn’t get caught (and yet the idea of it thrilled him to the bone regardless.) Like a fool, insoo waited, and then sent through several texts a video he recorded at the flower shop where he (perfectly sober, and he would still be no matter the circumstances; his love for his friend ran deep) wished him happy birthday for all the days and times he’d missed, and to be with him today.

as insoo holds his speakers up high, he changes to an even cheesier song and starts at first embarrassingly uneven. “L is for the way you look at me...” he says in broken English, and then more confidently he continues.

“O is for the only one i see-“ he inhales, half singing and then half screaming at this point. It’s all or nothing, he thinks, and if seojin believes it a prank so be it. But he genuinely, fully, platonically, brotherly, absolutely wholesomely and nothing but passionately loves his childhood friend. so, he raises his hands like an idiot, and sings with his whole two lungs and whatever is left of the oxygen in the atmosphere. “V, is very very, extraordinary——“ he breaks the momentum then at this part, laughing at his own self. But here goes: “E, is even more than anyone that you adore—“

he is literally giggling, and he hates himself for it, because he’s a man damn it he does not giggle- and yet he feels like his high off something and maybe just maybe, it really is- “Can love is all that I can give to you—“ he sings, looking up with a big smile as he gathers a bunch of roses. “Love, love, love is more than just a game for two~” Insoo makes a show of smelling them, chuckling to himself. “Two~ in love can make it—“

he grabs a few into a bouquet, and pushes them up as he sings as loud as he can. “Take my heart but please don't break it~” says Insoo with a pout, breaking into another smile as he continues the song. “'Cause love—“ he lowers the bouquet. “was made for me” he moves his lips this time, not quite singing as he realizes maybe it’s not pleasant to the ear anymore. “And you~” he makes a pose and ends the song here, trying his best to speak evenly after all of that. “I love you very much, Seojin.”

For reasons he felt could be justified, Seojin was still wide awake at an ungodly hour of the morning. It happened on occasion ㅡ finding himself unable to fall asleep when his mind still buzzed with activity. It knew if he didn’t release whatever creative dishes flowing inside, rest would be utterly impossible. So, there he was, slouched over on his small desk with his head in his hands. He made a conscious effort to keep as quiet as possible. There was no use in bothering his roommate or the manager in the room next door.

He kept his headphones on and fiddled around with his laptop, writing up lines of lyrics he could use in the future and mixing together sounds in an attempt to create something palatable to the ears. Fortunately, he recorded the melodies on his mind well before midnight.

Though, as he worked, a strange noise buzzed through the air. It was possibly so loud and grating that it penetrated the thick foam of his headphones. With furrowed brows, he slid them around his neck, quietly peering in the living room to make sure it wasn’t the television. His next course of action was to open the window. There was always the possibility of having a few rowdy neighbors or seeing some drunkard roaming the street.

Then, he looked down.

What he saw mimicked a scene from that old American movie. What was it? Say Anything? Where the boy, madly in love and desperate for the girl’s attention, blasts out a song from a boombox. He couldn’t recall the actual song. Something about in your eyes. The speakers were not playing that song, nor did the person down below look anything like John Cusack and Seojin was in no way some kind of Juliet. Instead, it was Han Insoo singing along ㅡ badly ㅡ to some old fashioned song about love. Not only that, but he had the audacity to throw rocks at his window. Seojin plucked a few of the small ones that caught on his sill, tempted to throw them back.

“Seriously... this guy...” He looked around his room, making sure that no one else would stir from their sleep. He couldn’t help but wonder: was this the purpose of the strange video Insoo sent him earlier in the day? It was out of the blue, but that wasn’t unlike Insoo. Both of them were the same in their spontaneous natures. Seojin thought he could understand when his good friend sprung up with what looked like a hundred roses and his heart on his sleeve. Insoo could have just knocked loudly on his door, burst in uninvited, or chased him in the hall at the company. He could have. No. He wouldn’t have Insoo any other way than he was right at that moment.

A wide smile worked its way onto Seojin’s face. He couldn’t help it. Even if he tried to suppress the expression, there was no use. “Hey, Han Insoo! Lovesick idiot. If we’re gonna be friends forever, I think you need to go to more singing lessons!” Seojin shouted down at him, words heavy with satoori. At that point, he didn’t particularly mind if anyone else heard them. Insoo already woke the whole neighborhood, so to speak. He felt it was only fair to return the favor. Not out of obligation ㅡ out of genuine affection for the friend he knew nearly his entire life. The friend who, perhaps, understood him and his past better than anyone else.

Fortunately for Seojin, he was still several floors above the other. Had Insoo stood any closer to the building, he would have been graced with several drops of “rain” atop his head. He was lucky. Too lucky these past couple months. He would not squander what he had on an impulse. Not again. He had to make up for all that lost time.

“So, are you coming up or not, Romeo? Or do I need to help you carry all those flowers up?” 

#╰ KEEPSAKES ( ♡ ) #lgcinsoo #i literally cannot believe both of you. #that second para got me fucked up though #dont look at us. we have a friendship to sail #submission

[nikatyler]

Mia Price for @kalissimsblog‘s Bachelor Challenge

Look, I wasn’t going to create a redhead but...let’s just say Ash isn’t the only person who really likes them.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Now 24 years old, Mia isn’t proud of her past at all. Back in high school, she was what many people would call a whore, and she still has that reputation back in Newcrest, her hometown. Her former classmates don’t know that she stopped hooking up with guys she barely knows. She won't deny it, she still likes sex. A lot. It’s just that she now wants more than just a one night stand.

About a year ago, she moved to San Myshuno to get a fresh new start. And it worked. Kind of. It’s so much harder to look for love when you actually mean it this time.

Not many would guess it, but Mia actually works in a kindergarten. She’s always had a soft spot for children. She’s unable to have her own, but she’ll do her best to guide the next generation to success. (Was that cheesy? It probably was cheesy. Well, it is what makes her get up and go to work every morning.)

When she saw what kind of person Ash is, she thought they could get along. They’ve both done things they regret, but maybe they can heal together?

Fun Facts:

Has probably kissed a girl or two in the past, but considers herself straight

Incredibly patient

Loves horoscopes

She’s a Leo btw

Cat person

Spicy food makes her sick (ironic, eh, considering she lives in the Spice District)

Loves sitcoms and romantic comedies, the cheesier the better

Used to be in a band in high school, left when the guitarist accused her of sleeping with her boyfriend (Mia didn’t actually sleep with him though)

Family Oriented | Music Lover | Self Assured | Superparent

TOU: You know the drill. Don’t claim as your own or reupload and don’t change her features. Feel free to change her clothes, hair, use your own defaults etc.

Private download if chosen.

#ts4 #sims 4 #my sims #my bc contestants #mia price #i was tired when i created her jfsdlkjf #but i still wanted to enter

[jay-cult]

Homecoming

Aka, SJ finally makes a movie fic.

Have this little 1200 word oneshot that was inspired by my life currently! I’m in a crisis that’s for sure. Anyway, enjoy :3

Totally PG and also there’s Jaya in it as usual so heads up.

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Homecoming

  god, I’m done for>

  <f dude

  <f

  Jay put down his phone and buried his face in his hands. He couldn’t believe it; junior year of high school had already sprung upon him like a pouncing leopard. Just yesterday he must have been a bumbling freshman, papers flying, late classes he felt like disappearing away from.

  But that was, after all, a good thing… it wasn’t exactly why he was headfirst in a problem... the biggest problem ever in his life.

  The phone face down on the bed he was sitting on buzzed. Picking it up, he stared at the notifications.

  <idk man. we can try to help

  <yea

  He sighed. Cole and Lloyd were nice to say the least. But Jay was sure that nobody he was good friends with had any experience with girls besides Kai, and well. He’d be sent to hell by the red ninja himself if Kai ever found out about his “motives.” Zane wasn’t much of an option either, since he had a hard time understanding how to talk to even close friends.

  Jay laid down fully clothed on the top of his bed, staring at the ceiling. He reached to his desk and for the hundredth time that day double checked if maybe this time, the paper seemed okay enough to give.

  Jay grabbed the paper and read it over again.

  “Hey there Nya! It’s me, your cool friend Jay :3 you’re going to the homecoming dance right? Don’t suppose you have a date? If not we should go together! Please give this back with an answer :)”

  Jay picked up a pencil from his desk and reluctantly erased together. It made it sound a lot cheesier than he had intended.

  He still decided it wasn’t good enough, and smacked it back onto his desk.

  ill see what i can do tomorrow. after that ill need a FULL advice session>

  He looked at the clock. 10:30 pm often marked the time for a sleep attempt before a school day began. Maybe he could get away from this nightmare for a few hours.

 -

  Jay downed the last few sips of his coffee and bolted out the front door. If he didn’t leave now, traffic would envelop him like a swarm of wasps. His backpack bounced on his back as he ran to his bike, his scarf flying in the wind.

  “Have a nice day at school honey!” He heard a shout from the door.

  “I-I will, Mom!”

  He climbed onto his bike at lightning speed. Multiple times in the past he had asked his mom why he wasn’t driven to school or took the bus; every time the answer was “You need your exercise to grow up big and strong!” He thought about the computer sitting on his desk that held a much-procrastinated driving course as he sped out of the driveway and into the fray of the road, helmetless.

  Minutes later he pulled his bike into the rack, panting. He was early enough to calm down. Jay wearily like so many repeated times before walked up the steps into the school building, going through the assignments that were due in his head for the fourth time that morning.

  The school was in its one-week-before-a-dance state. Naturally, it was full of idiots, chatterboxes, and nervous wrecks that were even more active than during finals. He walked down the halls into his first class.

  He looked down one hall and saw a sophomore boy in glasses strumming a guitar and looking up at a brown-haired girl, singing a home-posal. “You’re tall and white and pretty, you’re really really skinny…” he sang.

  Yeesh, I don’t even wanna know what’s going on over there, Jay thought.

  Classes went by in the slowest fashion ever. He saw a friend in them here and there. Finally, the lunch bell gave its holy ring, and he slung his backpack over his shoulder and drowsily snuck out of class.

  He saw Kai and Nya casually hanging out together in a corner, probably waiting to meet up with their other friends. Before he knew it, his body was turning in their direction, going Mission: executed mode.

  “Hhey, you guys!” He smiled nervously, beginning to shake a bit. Nya raised a hand and smiled. Kai looked at him with what was probably pity.

  Nya was typing away at her phone. Jay wasn’t sure what for.

  “So it’s just wild that we’re juniors now, huh?” What am I doing?!

  Kai nodded. Nya looked up. “Yeah, that’s so crazy! It doesn’t feel like it at all.”

  Her eyes gave him a warm welcome before darting back to her phone again. It made him shake a little more.

  “Yeah, and th-the dance is coming up and all and…. I dunno… we’re so old now, I think yknow, it’s time for me at least to make the most of it. I-I kinda want a date, haha! Just because we’re older and all and I don’t wanna waste the dances. And all.”

  Nya stayed in silence, an uninterpretable silence.

  Uh oh. ABORT MISSION. ABORT.

  Kai looked up at Jay with a look that definitely spelled disappointment. “Like the homecoming dance?”

  Jay stared down at his own feet. “Uh, yeah.”

  That’s it, I’m outta here.

  “I’ve got a teacher I have to practice work with,” he lied. He waved goodbye and walked away a little too quickly.

  Not saying he hid in the bathroom for the rest of lunch, but he totally hid in the bathroom for the rest of lunch.

  The rest of the day was even slower, and as Jay finally slid off his bike like jelly and unlocked the front door to his house, he was mumbling to himself, “Yeah, that’s it, I give up, not like she even would say yes anyway, it’s better to just leave the situation alone.”

  The door creaked open and Jay was suddenly looking into the faces of four disappointed teenagers. Even Zane was peeking out the doorway with an obviously sad face. Jay looked up and was staring into the eyes of the tiger on the face of the lion. Kai.

  Run.

  Jay whipped around and started bolting across the street without giving a second thought to look for cars, but a robotic arm extended and grabbed him by the back of his shirt. It pulled him in swiftly, and the door slammed behind him. Jay was released and fell flat on the floor, his keys sliding across the wood.

  He sat up, rubbing his head and staring again at Kai. “...It’s not what it looks like?”

  “It’s exactly what it looks like,” Kai sighed, his palm on his forehead.

  Zane smiled and took up a chipper voice. “Dude. That was just sad!”

  “The face doesn’t really help, Zane,” Jay said.

  Cole and Lloyd looked at each other somewhat guiltily. “It’s ok Jay!” Lloyd smiled reassuringly. “Plus it wasn’t even my idea so haha don’t be mad at me! Ow!”

  Cole had smacked him on the back, signifying he should get silent.

  “You have a lot to learn about my sister,” Kai looked at Jay. He reached out a hand to the blue lump on the floor and smiled.

#tlnm #ninjago #jay #movie!jay #jaya