#ok i am a cat person so i wouldn't say i LOVE dogs but i am not a dog hater that's why it's bolded

[pilferingapples]

OK my random question for you to think over is— If you could schedule some bonding time between Jean Valjean and any one of Les Amis, which Ami would you choose? Who would he click with/who would help him out the most/who would be the best most helpful Buddy for him to have ??? Or would you need to pick multiple Amis?

(This may or may not be related to a future fic idea I have planned. I have asked myself this question but currently do not know the answer, so I am curious about your thoughts! You always have great Les Amis takes)

OK before I get into this, I want to be clear that I think Cosette does an AMAZING job with Valjean's emotional Everything, but (a) she's a kid (b) she's HIS kid (c) no one person, no matter how close or important, can ever supply all of another person's emotional needs, even if they're a lot less traumatized than Valjean to start (d) a major problem with Valjean is Social Isolation, which only people Besides Cosette can alleviate (e) that is just the start of the issues that Cosette can't and should never have to handle alone! So no consideration of adding Other Friends to Valjean's life should be taken as an insult from me to Cosette (and I know you wouldn't , but people get weird). Cosette is a star.

Also: I am in all of this assuming a setting/ series of events leading to Acquaintance that does right by both parties ; importantly, that means Valjean is sure, somehow, that none of these men are romantically interested in or romantically interesting to Cosette. Maybe it's post- marriage, maybe it's an AU, maybe Whatever. Valjean's not doing his Lion With a Dog routine about it.

OK THAT SAID, let's Consider:

Enjolras: if they met outside a barricade, I can see them getting along very well! Unfortunately, that's because without pressing political action or conversation be thrown at them, I can imagine them both just sitting quietly and reading or being lost in their thoughts for as long as they're hanging out. Even GIVEN a political topic, like..Valjean is not gonna argue with anything Enjolras says and Enjolras is already gonna say it and they are just...gonna continue to Agree and then go back to Quiet Reading Time. Parallel Play For The Cats. Valjean will think Enjolras is a pleasant young man, Enjolras will think Valjean is a restful older gentleman, they will go to the library at the same time every Wednesday and nod hello and read in chairs near each other and never talk. Probably exactly the kind of interaction Valjean wants, and not at all what he needs to get out of his routine.

Combeferre: a very strong option!! assuming they've gotten talking about Nearly Anything, Combeferre can find the Fun Conversational Trivia in any subject. I bet Valjean would LOVE to hear about how steam engines work and the latest discoveries about bees or rubber or tinctures of opium. Valjean might be willing to tell him Cool Gardening and Metallurgy Knowledge and Combeferre would LISTEN. Combeferre is sharp and cutting about Interests and Ideas, but shows no signs of being someone who wants to get more emotional or personal with people than they're already setting up. This could be a great Hobby Buddy friendship and that's something Valjean really needs! Potential Issues: if they DO run into the sort of conversation where they're debating ideas, Combeferre does not seem to have an Easy Mode. IDK how much Valjean would be willing to enter Debate Thunderdome about politics or social issues; I worry greatly that he would shut down in Automatic Defense System Mode. But if they can work around that, Combeferre could be so good for getting him interested in the outside world!

Prouvaire: Much as above for Combeferre, except Prouvaire is already something of a gardener, DOES have a Gentle mode for debates, AND is goth, which would surely speak to Valjean's " some alive people like to be in coffins too" soul. Also lbr we know Prouvaire is on the 420 Crew in any era and it might do Valjean some real good to get baked once in a while. Strong potential here.

Feuilly: HE'S LIKE THE SON VALJEAN MIGHT HAVE KNOWN, or the grandson really-- as I recall, we've done the math and figured out that Feuilly really might be in the right age range to be one of Valjean's nibling's kids. I don't know how much Valjean has ever considered international politics but I bet he would deeply resonate with the plight of refugees and the displaced, which after all is a lot of the real issue. And maybe from there they can even get into how this is all systemic and Valjean might start to understand how he's not Uniquely Horrible if these injustices happen to so many people!!! A Little !!! Possibly!! Either way,they can get earnest and emotional over just wanting everyone else to have a better deal than they got. Go Team Lower Class Orphans Too Good For This World !

Courfeyrac: listen Courfeyrac's a delight and all but..he's just very bourgeois student. He is. Even assuming we're in the best situation where he and Valjean are talking politics and social issues enough for Valjean to NOT just mentally write him off as Standard Student Guy, I suspect Courfeyrac's many charms are just the wrong ones here. I'm not saying they can't get along, I think Courfeyrac can probably get alone with nearly anyone,but this is gonna be one of the harder options for any real connection.

Bahorel: you know I was all ready to go on a big ramble about how this could go multiple ways until I remembered the ONE THING, THE ONLY THING that gets Valjean to really open up and talk about his past is watching a younger man make horrible life choices that could get him arrested, never mind about trying to get Valjean to open up, Valjean is gonna trauma-dump on Bahorel so hard in the first fifteen minutes of them actually hanging out. And unlike Montparnasse, Bahorel pays attention and gives a damn about other people, and he is SO ready to get into how the legal system is pure evil and screws everyone over. Hating the legal system is a major component of his personality! I had honestly not really realized it until making this post but wow this will, eventually, be So Good for Valjean's mental health. (I am perhaps being a little silly here but I do think, on consideration, that Bahorel's over the top Everything would be on balance kinda reassuring for Valjean; plus there IS the goth factor XD Bonus points if it's a Better Post-Barricades setting where Bahorel's taken in Gavroche and they can bond over Unexpected Child Acquisition)

Legle: For Legle, see Courfeyrac, I'm afraid. You KNOW I love Bossuet so very much but he speaks 90 percent in too-smart-by-half puns and references and his entire social presentation depends on knowing how to parlay a bourgeois social skillset into Endless Crash Space. He's super weird and an incredibly good guy For Real but I don't know if Valjean would put enough effort in to realize that! Like with Courfeyrac, I feel like this would just be a Polite Acquaintaceship. Open to being convinced otherwise though!

Joly: ..ok I know Joly is also Student Guy as heck, but he's also direct and enthusiastic and overtly sweet in a way that Courfeyrac and Legle aren't. I can see Valjean enjoying his company somewhat the way he enjoys Cosette's actually-- here's someone who will be cheerful and chattery about things that he, Valjean, does not really know or care about. I still don't know if they'd connect on any deeper level but I could buy Valjean actively noticing and enjoying Joly's company.

Grantaire: HAAAAAHahahahhahaAAAAAHHHAHAHAHAHAH *runs out of breath* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAAAAAA hahahaha nooooo. No. Nooooooooo. Grantaire talking to Valjean would go about like Grantaire talking to Javert in the I Mis Miniseries. Grantaire will talk! You cannot stop him unless you are named Enjolras! Valjean will nooooot care.

...Writing this up has made me reflect on what I think Valjean really needs out of a potential friend and it's - someone to do the talking - shared interests, or new interests they can be enthusiastic about while he nods ahead - a willingness/ ability to get HIM to talk at least sometimes ?? maybe?? - shared goth vibes or at least the ability to understand that sometimes u__u you just gotta be in a coffin now u__u - ABSOLUTELY MANDATORY overt disdain for The Rules this is why Fauchelevent was SO good for him but I think he also needs someone who is not in life debt to him! he needs to know he can socialize with Kind New People and Not Explode!!

....and this is a long post so I'm gonna save more Valjean rant :D I am pretty sure you and I will discuss later anyway!! Thank you for the random question!

#long post #this took a while sorry #please come tell me more about your fic :D #Valjean talk #Amis Talk

[obsoleteozymandias]

Hopefully I'm doing this right (Feel free to delete/ignore if your request matchups are closed or if you don't feel comfortable writing it) I just wanted to request a Matchup for Twisted Wonderland

Appearance: 5'0, waist-long straight black hair with full bangs, round almond brown eyes, round face (pale-ish??), just an Average Asian/Filipino, has a bit of a resting b face, so I try to always smile with my eyes.

I like wearing dark academia clothing but I also like clothing that looks grundge-y (my style is either masc or fem, no in-betwen)

My MBTI: ENFP

Zodiac Sign: Leo ♌

Sexuality/Gender: Demiromantic Asexual (I just say I'm Demisexual), Agender/ Genderfluid (She/her/They/them)

Personality: Ok whew, I dont know how to begin- My personality is a bit of a mess, I can be childish and playful but serious at times. I'm prone to hyperfocusing on things, I get defensive easily, and I am prone to getting a bit aggressive when I'm extremely mad/ pissed off. My tone of voice comes out as cold and mean (But I try to make it friendlier), I am stubborn (very stubborn when I know I'm right, I'm insistent on it too and rarely backdown) and I'm pretty confident and independent. I work in street smarts but my intuition is pretty strong, I'm quick to think on my feet. Some people have told me I like I have an Inferiority/Superiorty complex where I act like I'm the best but feel like the worst. I like acting average when I'm aware I'm not and I like playing Devil's Advocate, I like acting innocent and cutesty when I know I'll benefit from it. I like acting naive to fool people (My survival skills, apparently), I can be eccentric and follow my heart than my head most of the time, I am more inclined to go with the flow instead of sticking to a routine or schedule (Been told that I'm a walking Adhd). My friends have described me to be a "Golden Cat (or something)- Black Cat appearance and Golden Retriever Energy.

Likes: Sleeping and Daydreaming

I like chocolates, especially the extra bitter dark chocolates. And whipped cream makes me absolutely feral. My favourite type of chips are honey butter potato chips. I love blueberry cheesecakes and chocolate chip banana muffins. I also like the different colored macarons. I like my chocolate bitter but when it comes to tea, I will rival Kalim's sugar serving

I like the colors red, blue, and green.

I like roses, specifically the half colored roses (half red, half white), Sunflowers, and Forget-Me-Nots.

I like both dogs and cats.

Dislikes: Hypocrites, people who have no sense of morals and principles (people who cheat in school, just to be a top student, without actually learning anything), people who flex their wealth around. I dislike veggies because they have a weird aftertaste, specific textures (sensory issues go brrr)

Partner Preference/s: Its either one or the other for me (usually, when I simp for characters, They're either INTJ/ISTJ or ENTP, its crazy) To be more specific... I would prefer a partner who is incredibly smart/intelligent in academics (or just being knowledgeable in general), someone who is studious (I like nerdy people ngl) and being dorky about their interest. Sometimes, I find great attraction to people who seem aloof and closed off, I like cracking people open (not literally), people who compliment me, that we are different but similar in the things that matter. Someone who just gets me in ways that I couldn't/wouldn't anticipate.

My Love Language (Receiving): Acts of Service and Quality Time

I'm sorry for the word vomit 😭 I wanted to be as specific as I can

Hereeeee ya go

== Twisted Wonderland ==>

I match you up with…

Jade Leech

Jade is one of the few people who can appreciate the more manipulative ways you deal with people. When he sees you put on a cute or innocent act to get what you want, he’s SUPER intrigued. 

He’ll get closer to you with politeness at first, but you know he genuinely loves you when he shows you his more cunning and less than polite side. 

He’s also someone who can appreciate your lightheartedness. He himself is somewhat reserved and distant, and I imagine you’d be like a ray of sunshine in the ocean of his life. 

Side note: you and Floyd are a chaotic friendship which he frequently finds himself being both annoyed by and extremely fond of. 

Catch him making you all sorts of teas and drinks with your favorite flavors, or having you taste-test some snacks at the lounge that he already knows you’ll love. 

Is he offended when you put a lot of sugar into you tea? A little bit. Does he find your delighted smile cute and will overlook that? Absolutely. 

Jade and you are both independent creatures, but you find solace and acceptance of eachother wholeheartedly in one another. 

#oz’s requests #twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland matchup #matchups #jade leech #jade leech x reader

[lorata]

Lora lora lora lora I NEED to know. Which of the Victors are Cat People and which of the Victors are Dog People. Please. My sister and I have bets on this.💜

OKAY SEE THIS IS HARD TO ANSWER

on one level it isn't, don't make this complicated, which animal do they prefer

BUT ON ANOTHER LEVEL there are victors who ....... ok let me try to explain this

Claudius is not a cat person, he is unnerved by them, they sit and stare at each other across the room with mutual distrust. AND YET. EVERY SINGLE ONE OF HIS GIRLS ARE CATS. Lyme is a cat. Selene is a cat. Eibhlin is a cat. they're all cats! (just realized that Dash and Marius are dog!people so there's a hilarious gender divide in his type there, hm. okay moving on). dogs are more complicated bc he had to kill a puppy for his residential exam so he doesn't really like being around them and unlike Callista never bothered to reclaim it

Alec is another one of these -- not a cat person, he likes dogs, if the world were a just place he would have a lil house and a dog of his own. but man a-mighty are most of his people cats (until Jake, haha)

Enobaria respects cats as fellow predators and they do the same for her. they sit in silence on opposite sides of the room and it's fine but my Enobaria had fennec foxes in her Arena so she's never going to be like … super chummy with them. dogs are too much, no thank you, BUT AGAIN THIS IS IRONIC given that her People are Nero and Devon, 100% dog!coded humans

Devon I think is a fully 3 on the Animal Kinsey, loves dogs, loves cats, would be one of those people who gets offended when people says cats are standoffish and is like "uh maybe you're just an asshole because they always cuddle me" (confession: I am Devon). meanwhile the people in his life are also pretty split between cat!people (Misha, Enobaria, Petra) and dog!people (Brutus, Emory) and he gets along equally well with both kinds

Emory I feel like would love a dog but doesn't think she'd take good enough care of it (SHE'D BE WRONG!!!!!). nothing wrong with cats a'course, but you can't beat a good hound. Emory mostly aligns herself with dog people but then you have Misha sauntering in and plopping herself down, pleased and purring, which is I think how she also feels about cats. wouldn't think to get one for herself but if one sits on her lap she'll feel honoured by it.

Nero if he was going to get a pet would choose a dog for himself, but he is godfather to all of Calli's cats and it's cool, they're chill. they use him as a giant heated blanket and he doesn't mind, it's soothing honestly. the only downside to cats is that they aren't enormous. it's not really the temperament, it's the cuddle potential -- I think if housecats were lion-sized he'd put them even with dogs. which is obvious because l i t e r a l l y all Nero's humans are cat!coded

Lyme does not like cats OR dogs. dogs are too much, they get in your personal space and will not leave you aloooooone, and people say oh cats are great because they don't do that OH REALLY, INTERESTING, because whenever she meets a cat the first thing it does is step all over her and put its damn butthole in her face, what kind of cat propaganda are you selling

Brutus is a dog person, he loves dogs but could never commit to one because he works too much. he does not like cats, they scare him and bully him and he doesn't like that their eyes glow in the dark and jumpscare him when he turns the corner or that they try to trip him coming down the stairs. you know what doesn't do that? dogs! yeesh

Misha loves cats, very cheerfully, they're great! cheeky little assholes :) she also likes Ronan's dogs but she's more on the cat side if she had to pick one

Petra is nervous around animals (someone told her once they're a good judge of character) and operates on the 'sit/stand very still and they will leave you alone' principle. this means that Calli's cats HAVE occasionally colonized her lap at parties and trapped her there for over an hour until someone noticed the whites of her eyes. Ronan's dogs are a bit better because they will flop BESIDE you on the porch and then she can sort of gingerly work her way up to petting them

Adessa will not have animals in her home, thank you

I feel like Odin is a dog person and Hera is a cat person, just for balance, but also because Odin is very particular about scratched furniture AND likes his backyard birds and thinks cats are a menace on principle

(mind you Calli's cats do not go outside, she is not having her babies eaten by coyotes thank you very much, and you know what I've never sat and thought about this but I bet she converts her sunroom into a giant catio)

Caius is a dog person (evidence: bought Ronan dogs to cheer him up), Luna, Iris and [STATIC NOISE] I'm not sure.

#gayarchnemessis #lorata answers #we must be killers: tales from district 2

[unluckyhoneybee]

We just got new Angie content which got me thinking. Mick is definitely a dog person. But what if bff was a cat person who just happened to find a couple of kittens that need a home 🥺

Note: written from my phone and NOT EDITED. Sorry if there are mistakes.

Part 16. Best friends to lovers MASTERLIST

"Mick. I need to tell you something" You say on the phone.

"Em... Okay, tell me" He sounded scared.

"I found two kittens on my way home and I brought them to my flat"

"Two kittens?"

"Yes, Mick. They are super small and cute and I couldn't leave them there. I have been seen them on the street for a couple of weeks and I think they don't have a mum"

You heard him taking a deep breath.

"Mickey?"

"Don't Mikey me, YN. What are you gonna do with them?"

"Well... They are gonna stay for the night. The girls said that they are OK with it, so..."

You could picture him running his hand through his hair and frowning.

"Are you going to look for a family for them?"

You bit you lip and your lack of answer was more than enough for him.

"YN..."

"Mick, they are so tiny and cute..."

"Oh God..." You heard him taking a deep breath. "What about Angie? And who will take care of them when we travel?"

"Angie is a good dog, she will love them. You'll see"

"What am I gonna do with you?"

You laughed.

"I have a couple of things in mind"

"Shut up and send me a Pic of those things."

"Kittens, Mick. They are kittens."

"Okay, wait there." You out the travel cage on the floor and look at Mick. His arms were crossed on his chest and one of his eyebrows was furrowed.

"I'm not going anywhere."

He had been so grumpy since you told him you were keeping the kittens, named Oreo and Queso because one of them was black and white and the other had a golden color that reminded you to cheese.

"Okay, welcome guys." You moved one of their toys and as the two curious babies they were, they came out of the cage. "Hi, baby" Oreo meowed at you and Queso was too occupied with the toy.

You took the black one in your hands and looked at Mick. He seemed so unimpressed.

"Are you made of ice or something? How can you not smile? They are the cutest"

"I'm still not sure about this"

You know that after two weeks with the kittens living with you, Mick wouldn't make you give them in adoption. But he wasn't comfortable with the idea of keeping them either.

"Mick. It will be okay"

"They have those nails..."

"They scare you?"

"They don't scare me. I just don't trust them."

"Baby..."

When finally he let Angie in the room, the dog was curious. There was a new smell and two fur balls on her living room.

"Angie, come here baby"

The kittens were hidden behind your leg and you suspected that it was the first time they see a dog.

Angie came closer, sniffing the hair and looking at the cats.

"YN be careful. If they scratch her..."

"Mick, she will be okay."

He was sitting on the arm chair with a worried look on his face.

Angie came even closer and Oreo meowed. The dog looked at you and then at the cat.

"She is Oreo, Angie" You petted the cat to show the dog that it was okay, repeating the same thing with Queso. Soon the three of them were sniffing each other, Angie wanting to play with them but the kittens getting scared because she was so big.

"Angie, honey. Carefully, they are babies"

You saw Mick on the corner of your eye, pretending to not pay attention but with a tiny smile trying to scape his lips.

The kittens got used to the house and Angie quickly. As they were still babies when you found them, it was easy to get them to like traveling and behave on they travel cage.

"Look at him. He doesn't like me, YN"

Queso was sitting on the counter obverving how Mick prepared Angie's food.

"He likes you. He is just curious because the guy who lives with him doesn't want to feed him"

"I don't know how to feed a cat!"

"But you can drive a car 300km/h" You came closer to Mick and kissed his shoulder. "It's the same as Angie's food, but with cat food"

Queso meowed as if telling you were right. Soon his sister was in the counter too and also Angie patiently waiting on the floor.

You gave him the food and tapped his shoulder.

"C'mon, you are gonna feed the cats today"

"Why do I need to feed your cats?"

"You need to feed OUR cats because you need to learn how to do it and because I feed OUR dog all the time"

He rolled his eyes but feed the cats, who happily ate the food.

"See, it's not that difficult"

"I still think they hate me"

"They don't hate you. You just have to open a bit more around them. They can feel how tense you are"

You kissed his shoulder and he looked at Queso and Oreo.

A few days later, you had gone to do some groceries and when you came back to the apartment, nobody came to say hi.

"Mick? Angie? Babies? Oreo? Queso?"

You looked for them around the house. When you opened the door to your bedroom, you gasped.

In the middle of your bed was Mick sleeping and snoring softly. On his side, Angie was resting her head on his thigh. Queso was curled on his abdomen and Oreo's face was right next to Mick's on the pillow.

You smiled and took a million photos before laying next to them.

"Mickey" You touched his nose and he opened his eyes, blushing at the moment. You kissed his lips and laughed at his taken aback expression. You had caught him in the act. "Care to explain?"

"I-I wanted to bond with them"

"Oh baby, that's so cute..." You kissed them again, Queso interrupting you like the jealous cat he was.

"Okay, kisses for you too" You kissed the cat's head softly and smile.

"They are not that bad" Mick said in a whisper so low that you almost didn't hear them.

"What did you said, baby?"

"They are not that bad"

You laughed and gave him a big kiss on the lips.

"I love you so much. I knew you would warm up with them"

"Yeah yeah..." He raid rolling his eyes and hugging you to his side.

Queso found his place on Mick's abdome again.

"I mean, Angie and you seemed to love them so... I trust you girls"

You laughed a bit.

"I'm glad. I'm really happy with our little family"

#Mick Schumacher #best friends to lovers #Ms #Blurb #Fluff #F1 blurd

[uighean]

grabbing this from @galacticlamps bc I am nothing if not narcissus staring into a pond ig!!

What book are you currently reading?

I've just picked war and peace back up after ditching it for a couple months!! I'm like. a quarter of the way through ahjgfkdg. getting there.

What's your favourite movie you saw in a cinema this year?

god I think the last thing I saw at the cinema was the broadcast of a coldplay concert?? (which was rlly good & I do need to pick up the dvd. like. I need to own footage of people of the pride being performed live thank you) but I have NO idea what I saw at the cinema before that omg. definitely nothing this year

What do you usually wear?

if I'm out, then a kilt + button-up shirt/tshirt + knee-high socks + docs. maybe a waistcoat or leather jacket if it's a bit colder

How tall are you?

5'3"ish! I am. small.

What's your star sign?

pisces! I don't care about zodiac stuff at all but I do think it's funny that there's sailors + fishermen on both sides of my family, my star sign is a fish, and yet I get terribly seasick

Do you share your birthday with a celebrity or historical event?

I mean probably but I also share my birthday with my fav animal crossing villager & that's worth more to me than any celebrity tbh

Do you go by your name or a nickname?

just by my name! I've never really been one for nicknames.

Did you grow up to be what you wanted to be as a child?

absolutely not haha. think I kinda talked about this in some tags the other day but I wanted to be a vet right up until I was in late high school/starting uni, & then it all just. dried up. have wound up working in museum collections management & I love it!!!

Are you in a relationship? Who is your crush if not?

yes!!! with @ettelwenailinon ❣️💕💞💓

What's something you're good at versus something you're bad at?

ogufjkdh I am clean out of ideas for this one so I'm gonna say. I'm the gay who can drive and also the gay who can't cook <3

Dogs or cats?

cats, 100%. dogs are cute (& I have a massive soft spot for enormous female dogs who are terrified of everything) but I wouldn't own one. but at the end of the day I am a horse person over everything

What's something you'd like to create content for?

hmm idk!! I think I'm already """"creating content"""" for everything I want to be tbh. I would like to actually learn how to draw but not necessarily anything specific, you know

What's something you're currently obsessed with?

well if you've been around my blog lately you might have picked up on the fact that I'm a little obsessed with holding achilles right now. like, watching it all the way through every day obsessed whoops.

(I need to sit down and actually write out my notes on it bc I have a LOT of thoughts but that's going to inevitably end with me making actual spreadsheets. of recurring motifs and when they crop up. rn I want to figure out all the references to prophecy vs promises (there's an overarching meta in my head about like. the way achilles and patroclus relate to death and responsibility, respectively, and how that drives their dynamic/the plot), but also all the different ways their relationship is defined/described by themselves and others? and how that relates to how ultimately what they want is to be unknown, and the kind of. queer idea of being undefinable. I'm being SO normal about all this if you can't tell)

tbh it's thrown me back into greek mythology in general. I have been watching so many greek god vine compilations & they all absolutely send me

What's something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year?

eurovision.................. god the songs this year are so. there's a handful of ones that are pretty good but so many are just boring pop songs. take me back to 2021. I'm hinging my entire sanity on kalush orchestra's winner's performance tbh that's going to be the highlight of the night

What's a hidden talent of yours?

ok I said I'm the gay I can't cook but the one thing I can make is potatoes. I do really good mashed/roast potatoes. mutuals you are invited over for this

Are you religious?

nope! my family's never been religious for as long as I've been alive, and I just. don't believe in anything. not necessarily ruling anything out though, the universe is very big. and like, I think I have a kind of spirituality in some ways? like I have some vague beliefs about objects holding stories/memories. but I think that's a function of working in a museum gkfjhds, you can't help but personify stuff a bit

What's something you wish to have at this moment?

the uk visa I'm applying for............................ or the truly ridiculous amount of money I paid for it. god why is it so expensive.

not tagging anyone bc I think this was technically meant to be for new year's??? but hey if anyone wants to do it, you're welcome :)

#personal

[ratherbefangirling]

hi there! i'd like to request a bts ship if you're still doing them! i hope i'm doing all of this right, i haven't really used tumblr in a while 😭

my nickname is m, i'm 23 years old! i'm an ambivert (who acts a bit more like an introvert these days), enfp, enneagram 4. contrary to what people around me think, i'm a slytherin 🙈 i used to be a lot more shy than i am now, but i've somehow naturally overcome that through activities in my school's drama club. i'm both a cat and a dog person and would love to own one of each in the near future! i'm an animal lover in general, i'm especially obsessed with ducks, pandas and penguins for some reason 🙈 regarding my appearance, i'm pretty basic, i have brown eyes and brown wavy hair, i'm around 165 cm tall and i'm a bit on the chubbier side.

i'm currently getting my degree in foreign language teaching, i speak 3 languages fluently and i'm planning to start learning french in the near future. besides languages, i'm really interested in art and art history, astronomy, archaeology and psychology. if i wasn't a teacher, i'd probably be a speech therapist or i'd just live off of drawings/paintings i make or stuff i craft.

i change my hobbies almost every week, right now, i spend most of my time playing video games. i've really been into sims lately (i mostly build stuff because i find the gameplay really repetitive). as soon as i graduate, i'd like to start travelling more often, some of the countries i'd like to visit are italy, france, the uk, japan, switzerland, south korea and new zealand.

my ideal partner is someone who would enjoy spending a lot of their free time with me, someone who would not be afraid of physical affection because i love love LOVE to give and receive cuddles and hugs! i'd also like to have a partner who would respect me and my interests and would always support me in everything i do. an ideal date would either be a picnic with all of our favorite food or going out for hot drinks (hot choco or tea) and then later watching something at the cinema.

my bias is tae, he somehow caught my eye the moment i was introduced to bts, i love how he seems to have a really cold exterior but on the inside he's the cutest fluffball that exists! i don't really have a bias wrecker, or rather, i change my bias wrecker every week because i just love all of the boys and i have a different special connection with each and every one of them.

a no-no for me are yandere and hybrid AUs, everything else is ok!

ship type: regular please 😊

i'm really sorry if this turned out to be too long 💔

Don't be sorry, its lovely to read this!!!

The person I ship you with is Namjoon

Warning : Idol au.

You meet Namjoon in one of the rich people parties

it was an art event

Your dress cost an arm and a leg

But you did look gorgeous

So much so that Namjoon couldn't take his eyes of you... so that was good investment.

You however were engrossed in the paintings, one in particular you felt really connected to

Namjoon decides to approach you and comment on it.

You talk and talk and talk

The nights end up with you drunk on Namjoon's dimples and a message on your phone.

Your life goes to normal and the night seems like a fairytale dream

Except Joon sends you paintings he likes and music he likes and when he thinks the sky is pretty or if he wants to talk about his pokemon collection

It's cute until it isn't because you think you're falling for him and I don't blame you who wouldn't

Namjoon decides to go on a trip and hire you as his official translator

Its because he needs a translator he says and not because you said you dreamt of travelling

So basically you get paid to live your dream, to travel, to explore that too in luxury and to eat and laugh with your bestfriend and the boy you really really like.

The last day of the trip is in Paris and its cliche but its romantic (though with this man going to the convenience store would be romantic too) (next time he'll take you to Taj Mahal, 'it was called Mumtaz Mahal after the emperors wife but more importantly his lover')

Of course he intends to propose but he has lost the ring and you laugh because this is Namjoon.

Once you do agree to be his lover, he can't take his hands of you, he's always all over you

Infact it gets irritating when after coming home from the gym he hugs you and you have to take a bath

He also has a whole wall with your artwork only one work not done by you is put up it's the painting you liked and the room is decorated with your souvenirs and his pokemon collection and your photos

Every winter you both make ductan sonyeondan and every year he manages to break the mold.

In conclusion you have a person who not only supports your life but is glad because it reduces his guilt even if on occasion despite never admitting later he does get jealous

Now you have a person who is going to turn every part of your relationship into songs ... sometimes you wonder if he loves you more or the song writing content you provide him

But who cares sometimes you know love and sometimes you dont but as long as there are snacks with your tea you are willing to learn about it.

Hope you liked it.

[markzari]

SHOELACES | H.R.J

PAIRING | School au! Renjun x reader

SYNOPSIS | Renjun finally can confess and you let out your feelings

WC | 1.4k

WARNINGS | Angst? mostly just fluff.

A.N | I am finally making a post, it isn't too long. I know its shitty...

MARKZARI ©

Beom Narae is a girl who has many friends and is still in high school. 

Her closes friend that she has known for the longest is named Jeong Miyoung. 

They could be considered sisters in some eyes , They were never apart or should could never be Taken apart. 

One had a crush on the other but that person never noticed.

NARAE POV-

"Hey, I'm on my way to miyoung's house, this better work." Here I was, on a call listening to my older brother. He knew I liked her since he was only person I ever told. 

He thought It was a good Idea to ask her to prom as a 'joke' and so we could as 'friends' since we had no one else, or so I thought. "Bye, I'm going in. Love you" I said as I hung up.

I knew her code so I typed it in.

I opened the door with the envelope in my hand and I wish I never did. She was making out with choi minho, the most popular guy in school. 

My heart dropped as she gasped and pushed him off " I'm sorry, I should have told you sooner.." She said looking down. 

I forced a low smile and shook my head "It's fine. I'll just leave.." She was about to talk but I already walked out the door.

I let out a huge sigh "why do I have to be like this.." I chuckle to myself as my eyes water, "I just want to be like everyone else."

I crumbled the envelope in my hand "I guess i'll go alone."

-

I arrived home and I slammed my apartment door. I lived alone with my dog and cat since my parents and brother are still in my home town, japan.

I see them running towards me "aww so cute, did you two miss me?" I laugh and he barked and she purred. 

her name is star and his name is asteroid. when I named them, I was into the galaxy a lot.

I drop my bags on my couch as I walk to my room. I do my night routine and soon fall onto my bed. 

I groan in pain from my back but soon I get comfy and drift off to sleep.

- 

I wake up as I stretch and turn off my alarm. I let out a yawn and let out my anger as I remember yesterday. 

"why did I not knock first." I huffed and got ready and put on my uniform.

I put food in their animal bowls and put bred in the toaster  "Alright cuties, I be back around the same time, If its delayed then I'll call someone over. Ok?" 

They both tilted there heads and I smiled. I walked out the door as I grabbed my toast with jam and butter and ran to my car.

-

I locked and hopped out the car. I saw students entering as I dashed to the door I was almost late.  The hall was pretty crowded  I didn't notice my Shoelace was untied. I tripped as someone caught me. 

"Don't forget to tie your shoelaces,love. I wouldn't want you falling for someone else"

I looked up and mumbled under my breath 'why is he here?'. He scoffed "Why are you acting like this, hmm?" He asked lifting up my chin. 

I bit my lip to hold back tears as I remember "I guess your not in a flirty mood." He said letting his hand rise to my hair.

He combed through my hair which calmed me down. "What happened now?"

He kissed the spot near my lip and smirked

I groaned and pushed him back

"Your so annoying."

He laughed

"You wanna skip class?" He asked with a slight smirk still on his face.

"Fine." I said grabbing his arm

We sneaked out of school and walked down the street.

"You wanna know why I was sad or should I say, rude?" I asked as he laughed and slowly nodded 

"Well I've never told anyone this but a few years ago I found out that I was bisexual. I liked females and males, I just couldn't own up to it. Until I met miyoung, she changed my life. I loved her so much, but..." 

I stopped talking as tear's flowed down my face and I felt like I was getting my heart broken again.

"She doesn't seem to look at me that why, she looks at me like a sister. I even saw her kissing Minho." I finally broke down completely.

He crushed me into his arms and let me cry my eyes out. 

After a few minutes I calmed down and soon drifted to sleep in his arms. -

I woke up on his chest, I looked around and it was his room. 

I yawned and saw that he was still sleeping. I looked for my phone and grabbed it from out of my bag and took a photo. 

I laughed to myself and curl back into his arms.

I stare at him, peacefully sleeping. I brush my hands through his hair as I smile "You are the best person I've ever had in my life. You know how to help me even when i'm sad,depressed, or ignorant." I laugh to myself.

"I love you for that. Thank you Renjun. I don't know what I could do without you."  I said as more tears went out of my eyes. 

I sniffed and stepped up from the bed until a grip pulled me back down.

"I love you too, Narae." He whispered in my ear as I felt something soft on my lips. I felt like my life was complete. He was the missing puzzle that I needed.

I kissed him back and we slowly broke apart. we stared at each other for awhile until we burst out into laughter. 

We went back to cuddling, "Does this mean that we are dating?" I asked as he nodded, I looked at the time and soon realized that we skipped some periods and It was almost lunch time. 

"OH SHIT!" I push him off and grab my jacket from off the chair. "GET UP YOU DUMB FUCK! WE HAVE SCHOOL!" I yelled to him as I saw a panic on his face. 

he darted to the bathroom and I ran to his car.

I even left my car at the school. After 5 minutes, I saw him coming into the car. He hopped in the driver's seat and let out a huge amount of air. "Alright, let's go. Buckle up." I buckled my seat belt as he started driving.

We made it back to school and ran through the back door of the building. 

luckily the bell rang just on time, students started leaving the classrooms and making there way to the cafeteria. We walked down the hall.

We made it to lunch in time. I saw Miyoung with Minho and groaned. There was no way I was going to sit there as a third wheel. 

It would be too awkward. So I sat down with Renjun with the other dream members. "hey" I said simply siting between Haechan and Renjun. Everyone was surprised that I wasn't with miyoung today.

"Oh, she is with her boyfriend over there. I felt like it would be awkward." I said to them, The all nodded in agreement "So, what's going on between you two?" Asked Haechan as he saw Renjun's hand on my leg. I look down "OOH, that's why your asking that.." I laughed out.

"We are dating." Renjun said shamelessly, eating his food. Everyone's jaw dropped. "HUH?" Jeno yelled, I laughed even harder. "well prom is in three days.." I said staring at everyone "So, I need to find a dress." Renjun stared at me since he forgot. He groaned.

"we can get that later." He said rubbing my leg. I nodded in agreement. "Anyway, where have you two been?" Jaemin asked. 

Me and Renjun stared at each other. "That's a long story.." We said at the same time.

-

MARKZARI ©

#renjun imagines #renjun #nct dream #nct dream imagines #nct imagines #kpop imagines #nct x reader #renjun x reader

[obsol-eat-my-nuts]

07/06/23

10:45

You were in my dream last night. You died.

I don't really think of peoples deaths often and when I do I think I'd probably use humour to cope like I always do. but when you died it was devastating. I couldn't be funny anymore you were gone and I was empty. Right now I have you as my best friend and I thought I wouldn't have it any other way. We did the dating thing and while it was fun when it happened it hadn't changed to much overall. You're still a touchy person so that never stoped and I'll never tell you this but I probably live for that rare physical contact I love am comfortable with. But when you died I realised I wasn't to ok with just having you as a friend. God it hurt so bad it felt almost real. Thinking about it now almost brings me to tears and that's crazy to me. I don't cry over people deaths. I cry for cats and dogs that die in moves and very rarely the accessional child who reminds me of a dog (dear lemon lima). I always toyed with the idea of still liking you. Thought about it here or there. I know when I'm attracted to someone like I know what I find hot but being able to recognise feelings of wanting to date / be with a person have always been hard for me. Do I like her? do I wanna be her? do I wanna be her friend? I always assume it's the latter two and never the first. God I had a had enough time figuring out I liked you the first time around. I still like you and there's nothing I can do about it. I think a part of me hoped saying it out loud like this would magically fix this but nope I'm still here exactly the same as before. This note has been hard to write. I keep wanting to text you and tell you about my dream. But somethings holding me back. Part of me thinks getting a text from someone telling you how they had a dream were you died in it would be weird but the more I think about it I would probably tell G right away if it was her and not you. I think it's probably bc I would tell you to much detail and it would feel like I'm making myself vulnerable and exposing everything I've been pushing down and hiding not just from you but also myself. It took my brain making up a situation where I lost you for good to finally admit to myself that I wasn't over you. God I'm so stupid. I owe you a huge apology. All those times I told you I wanted to die and that I was going to kill myself. That must have been horrible for you. I was wallowing in my own self harried and was throwing it all on you with no concern for you and your personal feelings. You said it was ok and you were happy to help but how many times did you go home and worry you wouldn't see me the next day. I should get over myself and apologise to your face and not just to you here in my notes app where you'll never see it. I've got more to say but idk how to say any more of it so I'll just leave this here.

- An Ex

#the void #i'm screaming #screaming into the void #I'm tired to staying cooped up in my notes app #I wanna let it out  #please scream with me and drown out my cries #Obby in the void

[yunljun]

Rules: bold the statements that apply to you, italicise your aspirations, then tag nine people.

tagged by @yao-mingmng and @zhenning  ♡〜٩(^▿^)۶〜♡

AIR i have small hands / i love the night sky / i watch small animals and birds when i pass them by / i drink herbal tea / i wake to see dawn / the smell of dust is comforting / i’m valued for being wise / i prefer books to music / i meditate / i find joy in learning new truths from the world around me

FIRE i don’t have straight hair / i like to wear ripped jeans and overalls / i play an organized sport / i love dogs / i am not afraid of adventure / i love to talk to strangers / i always try new foods / i enjoy road trips / summer is my favorite season / my radio is always playing

WATER i wear bracelets on my wrists / i love the bustle of the city / i have more than one set of piercings / i read poetry / i love the sound of a thunderstorm / i want to travel the world / i sleep *til* midday most days / i love dimly lit diners and fluorescent signs / i rewatch kids’ shows out of nostalgia / i see emotions in colors not words

EARTH i wear glasses or contacts / i enjoy doing the laundry / i am a vegetarian or vegan / i have an excellent sense of time / my humor is very cheerful / i am a valued advisor to my friends / i believe in true love / i love the chill of mountain air / i’m always listening to music / i am highly trusted by the people in my life

AETHER i go without makeup in my daily life / i make my own artwork / i keep on track of my tasks and finish them on time / I always know true north / i see beauty in everything / i can always smell flowers / i smile at everyone i pass / i always fear history repeating itself / i have recovered from a mental disorder / i can love unconditionally

tagging @jingyans (even though i know this isn’t your blog aesthetic) and ?????????? (i feel like everyone else in this lil community has been tagged at least once already and i don’t want to spam you guys but if anyone wants to do it feel free ! ! )

#tag game #juyeon has big hands and i have hands smaller than him but am i allowed to say i have small hands? ? ? #i think my hands are proportional to my body #also you have no choice but to see dawn when the sun comes up at like 8am in the morning during the winter #but do i do it deliberately ? ? n o #and who in the world thinks the smell of dust is comforting #when i sit in dusty libraries for too long i end up with a cough or a sneeze #like that stuff is going straight into my lungs and my body is rejecting it #ok i am a cat person so i wouldn't say i LOVE dogs but i am not a dog hater that's why it's bolded #anyway thank you to everyone who tagged me <33

[multifandomwaifu]

Little Princess (Stu Matcher x FEM!Reader x Billy Loomis)

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Ok, I am back with another shot since I got my mind filled up lately with only those two.

Kinda lime-ish (??) since it involves Stu.

Also, I am legit the only one that noticed in this scene Stu looked kinda shocked to see Randy 'dead' on the floor? I legit just noticed. I don't know if it was his acting but you can legit see him taking a shaky breath before using the voice modifier. I think he just noticed back then that their whole plan involved people that shouldn't have been there in the first place.

Just my two cents. *shrugs*

Fandom: Scream 1996 Pairing: Stuart Matcher, Billy Loomis and AFAB Reader

Pronouns: She/her

Warnings: Lime-ish or smutty, probably OOC boys, innocent reader, corruption kink, MINORS DNI

Words: 2.271

Entire back laid down upon the satin red sheets that she was quite certain were more expensive than her own broken down car or the poor salary she could get in a whole month of work. Her gaze laid upon the male by her side, his hair ruffled up, sticking to places while his cheek rested upon his arm, blue mischievous orbs gazing up at her while she gave him back an innocent smile, arm reaching to push up some locks of hair that fell into his eyes.

They were waiting for the third person that belonged to this relationship. Billy was outside, doing gods knows what. The male was always mysterious and left his partners in the shadows most of the time. After all, he was the brain in this whole ordeal.

"Gods! What's taking Billy so damn much?”The girl complained, brushing her fingers thru her thick (hair colored) locks, an exaggerated look forming on her facial features. She wasn't worried, oh no. Billy was a big boy. He could take care of himself. What worried her was who the poor soul to catch his attention for such a long period of time, was. Rest in peace. That's all she could think about since the male had quite the temper and she was an eyewitness to most of his outbreaks, but most of the time, he was mainly deaf. As a fable says, he dumb shuts up and does it.

Stu couldn't help but chuckle at her antics. (Name) would always get this antsy whenever their triplet spent too much time into the wildness of this town. This piece of shit town. Stu couldn't wait to leave this, move to some cabin into the woods, and spend the rest of their lives there, even own some dogs too. Maybe some cats? Any animal was more than welcome into the household.

"He's probably out killing somebody, the usual stuff, love.”Stu mocked out, holding his hands up in a surrounding manner once his lover gave him the eye and looking quite shocked at his words. He had to quickly backpedal his words, chuckling to show that he joked only to move himself to fall back on the fluffy pillows while she turned to give him a questionable look. She didn't know about their rather..extra-curricular activities that they performed from dusk till dawn. And neither she knew about the skeletons they were hiding under their bed. Mainly Stu’s bed, right now.

"Kidding, love. Man, you should see the look on your face right now. Totally gotcha, didn't I?”He mutters out, reaching over to cradle her rosy cheeks and press a slobbery kiss onto her left cheek, a smug look forming on his lips while he leaned back to put some space between the two of them. She couldn't help but to reach a hand in disgust and wipe off the saliva from her heated skin, maintaining the eye contact.

Being just this close was a rather..dangerous move. Mainly when the person beside you was Stuart Matcher that finds just breathing to be a turn-on to his sex-crazed mind.

Boy only functioned on that. (Name) was pretty sure of that. ”Tho, if he doesn't hurry up. We can always start without him..just the two...of us..”His fingers pads run down the exposure of her arms, poor girl thought the idea of a tank top to be the best option for tonight, the best idea for the male presumably, not for her. But Stu wouldn't comment on her sense of fashion, he preferred clothes OFF after all.

She had to give the male a side glance and shake her head at his childish antics.”Absolutely not! We are waiting for Billy.”She replied sassily, moving to brush off his dangerously busy hand, rubbing circles on her inner thighs, opting on moving himself between her legs to rest his chin on one of her knees, looking up at her like a kicked puppy. With those insufferable blue gems of his!

Making a mental note to complain to Billy about his partners rather adventurous nature, (Name) couldn't help but jump at the loud banging sound coming from the window making her get off the bed and quickly rush to open the window, anything to be as far away from a horny crazed Stu.

Behind the closed window was a smirking Billy, giving a nod to (Name) only to climb inside the room, closing the window behind him with a small clicking noise following it. He was closing the window. Just to be safe.

"You guys weren't thinking of starting this party without me, riiiight?”His question was mainly aimed at Stuart but the male gave a careless shrug back as a reply, while (Name) was happy to wrap her arms around the brown-haired male's neck, tugging him down to her height only to press a heated kiss against his rather chapped lips, mumbling into the liplock she was a good girl and waited for him just like he ordered her.

His rather built-up arms wrapped around her waist, staring down at the female for a moment only to guide her back to the bed where the other male was watching them rather amused.

"Finally! I’ve been waiting all day man! All this pent-up frustration isn't good for my peer pressure problem.” Stu cried like a child, showing just how badly he was suffering from the lack of human touch. Either that or his need to be in the center of attention.

"Stu, don't you have a working hand?”She asked, raising an eyebrow in the male's way while he gave a curious glance back, looking at his working hands then at his pants, back to (Name), and then back at his hands.

Ooohh! The two brain cells finally started to turn in his brain and the male couldn't help but let out a throaty laugh, tongue sticking out and all.

"Right, right. You’re perfectly right as always, (Naaaammmmeeeee).”Stu couldn't help but drag her name out, his hands already making work of undoing the belt around his pants before fiddling on his zipper, tongue peeking out to wet his lips while he murmured nothing could compare to the real deal. At this point he was fighting to push his jeans down his legs, finally being freed of the enemy right now only to strike a pose in his underwear, standing rather proud and tall.

Billy looked rather amused at the scene, watching as (Name) face palmed herself and stuttered that she was just joking, cussing lightly once hands wrapped around her waist and she was bought closer to the still dressed Loomis kid.

It was quite funny that Stu was so hyped about some real action. The only action he got from this whole fiasco of a relationship would be some rubs and kisses here and there, maybe if she was in the mood they could fool around in the bathrooms or the changing rooms after he got done with practice.

"So, how was your day? Except for what I can see right now. Stressful to babysit this fuckrag.”Billy whispered against her ear, his teeth making quick work of nibbling at her earlobe making the poor girl stutter her answer out, her own hands moving to rest on top of his while he held her in a rather possessive manner.

She didn't mind in the slightest. Getting lost into the pools of brown that stared down at her. A groan made the two return their gaze to the male still atop the bed, his hand working him thru his underwear with (Name) groaning at the sight, asking what the hell he was doing.

"I told you (Name)! I waited all day for this and I will be damned if I stop just cause your pretty ass is here. If maybe..you could pose on that chair over there..”Stu groaned out, pointing an index finger on the velvet red chair sitting in the corner of the room, tho the poor guy was met with a pillow being flung to his head.

The male let out throaty laughs that fully turned into groans. ”Have some damn respect. You could’ve gone to the bathroom and finished that up there. But you got to be a disgusting piece of shit like always.”Billy sassily replied, moving (Name)’s head until it rested against his chest, fingers combing thru the knots in her hair while he hid her from the obscene image in front of her.

"You guys entirely sure you don't want to join me?”Stu's words become slurred out and raspy, the male biting down on his lower lip soon after while (Name) let out a squeak, looking up at Billy since the male's chest vibrated with the chuckles he left out.

Their innocent (Name) to join in? Sure. They touched and did a couple of adventurous..touches but this was beyond her safe zone.

Both males got quite shocked tho once she pushed off Billy's chest, moving towards the bed with a shy expression, cheeks redded up in color by the minute while she was chewing on the inside of her cheek.

"I don't know what to do..but show me.”Her words came out confidently but you could hear the shyness in her tone, being rather afraid of taking that step ahead but she was willing to learn, and to help with however much she could.

Stu’s eyes darkened up, taking the sight of the kneeled female in front of him, the eager look on her face while she just watched his hand movements. Oh, how he wanted to corrupt her mind, her delicious and innocent mind. Mold her into the perfect and most obedient toy he could muster. But there was still..Billy.. In the way of that being a dream come reality.

"You entirely sure that you want to do that princess? Who knows where that has been before.”Billy tutted from behind the two, being the little bastard that he was, always taking any open opportunity to hit at Stu's ego which was supposed to be his partner in crime. Quite literally too.

Billy kept watching the situation with calculating eyes. He was the more calculated one in the group, always thinking up ahead of the situation before it happened, making sure the outcome came out as he wanted.

And right now, he just wanted to see how much they could push past some boundaries. Unlike in his relationship with Sidney, he was taking his time, molding up the girl to his own and Stu's expectations, seeing just how much they could go past her safe zone. Turn her into the perfect fuck toy, and maybe partner too.

If this one failed, hey, they could always find someone else. That’s how it's been for a while now. They were happy this way, at least their relationship was stable enough, with minimal couple fights. But a third partner into the whole fiasco..that was something he had to approve of.

Turning back his attention, Billy opted on taking a seat in the chair Stu previously mentioned, chin resting on top of his hands that rested on his knees, watching his blonde partner instruct the girl, her smaller fingers wrapped around his much bigger ones, while the two of them picked up the speed, kisses being shared along with mixing of moans and groans, the slicking sound becoming louder and louder while the bed cracked once in a while once the two moved the position to become more comfortable and less tense.

"So, just like this? I am not hurting you, right?”(Name) asked, her own two hands wrapped around Stu’s length, the blonde being on his back, head prompted on the multitude of pillows he had lying around, his hands covering his face while he wasn't shying back on being the loudest and filthiest in this partnership.

"Yeahhh, fuck. Just..just like that (Name). You could even squeeze a little. I won’t break.”Stu instructed, cracking one eye open to watch the girl determined face, tongue peeking out from between her lips while her thumb caressed the dripping tip. Just so clooose..so agonizing close. Until she leaned down to press the flat of her tongue against the tip making the male jump slightly and watch her behind half-lidded eyes.

(Name) gave some more innocent flicks of her tongue, leaning back to trace a fingernail against the pulsating vein, that was quite the push since the next second white liquid dripped down her fingers and soaked the bedsheets under them but she didn't stop, opting on pumping the male until he spent every last bit of himself. After all, he waited all day for this, right?

"Was that good enough?”She asked innocently, licking her lips only to give a proud smile, wiping her hand clean on the already ruined bedsheets, moving up to Stu once the male shifted his position to rest on his elbows, pressing a kiss against the female's lips before brushing another one against her forehead, mumbling how much he adored her even though they wouldn't push past that. For now.

"Now! Who wants to watch a movie?”The girl asked happily, fingers lacing together while she gave the two males an adorable look that neither of them could reject, making quick work of taking the girl downstairs to choose the movie and grab their beverages for the movie marathon.

Anything for the little princess. Maybe she could fit right into this whole ordeal. The two had to see how much she could handle before they would tell her the whole plan, get her involved in the movie, and maybe in the sequel.

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Wouldnt that be right, (Name)? You wanna be in the sequel?

#poly!ghostface gif #poly!ghostface #poly ghostface #poly ghostface gif #poly ghostface x reader #reader imagine #gif #billy loomis #billy loomis gif #scream 1996 #scream franchise #scream gif #scream movie #scream movie 1996 #stu matcher gif #stu matcher imagine #billy loomis imagine #billy loomis x you #billy loomis x reader #stu matcher x reader #stu matcher x you #lime-ish

[thebadboyfanclub]

The Sun And Moon (Pete Davidson x Reader)

Heyyyyyy besties! So I'm back with another white boy of the month. I would like to warn you that this will be mentioning Pete's BPD and the reader will be mentioned as somebody that has had traumatic experiences however i am not mentioning what does that imply so don't worry about it. Other than that I hope you enjoy!

Being with Pete was almost a gift and a curse, you were so different yet so alike. The ultimate example of twinflames, the yin and yang. If someone had to describe what you two were like was that (y/n) was like the sun, a warm personality with kindness and such just overall this untouchable beauty from inside and out, also she adores to be under the sun, Pete sometimes found her as she laid on the floor next to her cat just so she can enjoy the warm rays, sometimes she would have her crystals (Pete called them "magic rocks") which Pete found so adorable, also as the weather got warmer she got happier.

Pete was the moon, a little bit more moody, mysterious, yet alluring, he intrigued anyone that was around him. Unlike (y/n) Pete was a night owl, he liked late night drives, staying up all night just smoking weed and watching movies, he liked the silence that the nightfall brought, he felt more at peace with the idea of relaxing and enjoying the darkness that others feared. Many times (y/n) woke up in the middle of the night and found him on her balcony, just sitting there and enjoying the view.

People around them brought up that comparison so much that they even got it as a couples tattoo, (y/n) got the sun behind her ear and Pete got the moon on his left middle finger cause he found it funny. However the curse was that they had to learn how to be around one another, yes they had similarities but they weren't quite the same situations.

Pete was a comedian, (y/n) was an author, both of them had to sometimes sit their ass down and think of something to write, but the circumstances were different. 

"Baby I'm here"

Pete said as he shut the door of (y/n)'s apartment, dropping his pair of keys on the bowl that she had conveniently placed on a piece of furniture right next to her front door. Pete waited for an answer while taking off his shoes, (y/n) liked structure and she was a very neat person, another thing Pete had to learn, he wasn't dirty but he was a tad bit of messy so when he was at her apartment (which basically had become his also) he was careful with how he did things.

Silence greeted him back, he sucked in his teeth as he realized exactly why this was happening. (Y/n) had mentioned that she was writing the second book of her fantasy novel and she was in a bit of a writer's block, she had so many fresh ideas however when it came to writing them down sometimes her mind just wouldn't co operate and she just couldn't get it down in a way that she found right. He left the take out food on the small coffee table and continued to walk towards her bedroom. 

There she was, slightly laying back on her leather chair with her laptop in front of her, just staring at her screen and occasionally pressing a few buttons. The door was somewhat open so he could take a good look at her, her hair was down, she was wearing some shorts and a t-shirt she had accidentally spilled bleach on so now it was a house shirt and no socks, she hated wearing socks. Pete knocked on the semi closed door to get her attention.

"Oh I didn't hear you come in"

"I figured, what are you doing here babe?"

"Regretting my decision on signing the contract for a second book"

She mumbled when Pete approached her and leaned down to press several kisses on her neck and cheeks. (Y/n) smiled and enjoyed the feeling of comfort he brought her before shaking her head and pulling away from him.

"I need to finish this chapter"

"What you need to do is eat, I'm pretty sure you skipped breakfast"

She knew he was right, that's why she didn't respond so she just kept on staring at her laptop screen, hoping that miraculously an idea will come to her head. She deeply appreciated his concern but she felt the pressure of her publicist that called everyday to ask about the book, today was one of the few days she chose to not pick up the phone. Pete once again was met with silence although that didn't stop him from placing his hands on her shoulders to give her a massage.

"Come on sunshine, you can take a break and clear your head"

"Pete I have to write thousands of pages in a short amount of time, it's not just fucking punchlines"

Pete's face made a sour expression at her jab. It did sting a little bit yet he tried to understand that she was just overwhelmed with the responsibility of delivering on time. He took a deep breath before patting her on the head and turning away from her.

"I'll be in the living room"

For some time she felt relieved that he left so she could refocus, however after a few moments when she started to see her reflection on the screen she started to realize what she had done which was awful. She felt so bad that she had to shut down the screen and close her laptop so she wouldn't look at herself, she spoke in such a disregarding manner that she felt disgusted. With tears already clouding her eyes she got up and found Pete watching TV, the take out in front of him and it didn't take long for her to notice that he had bought her favorite making her feel even worse. She stood in front of the TV and Pete looked in her eyes and smiled.

"I'm sorry"

Her voice breaks in the middle of the sentence. Pete's smiled dropped when he saw a year escaping and heard her whimpering voice, he immediately got up from the couch and went to hug her.

"Its okay sunshine"

"No it's not, I didn't mean it I swear"

"I know baby"

"I'm just so… stressed"

She said and let herself relax in his arms as she wrapped hers around his torso, feeling the warmth of his engulf her. His scent went to her nose making her feel safe in his arms as the tears stained his sweatshirt. Pete started rubbing her back to help her let out her emotions, he knew how emotional (y/n) was and he found it cute how she feels like cry no matter what the situation was, she had happy tears, angry tears, sad tears, she saw a dog tears, attending a wedding tears, he didn't mind it though on the contrary he liked that she was able to express her emotions with no fear.

"I understand baby, it did sting a bit though, you know how much I love my work"

"I know, I wasn't thinking when I said it which is wrong"

They had agreed that they wouldn't do the "it's ok" type of shit, they preferred to actually say when something either hurt them or bothered them so they can have clear boundaries with one another, it was one of the best decisions they could have ever made, it was one of the strongest foundations they had for their relationship. (Y/n) looked at him and Pete immediately went to wipe her tears, before pressing a kiss on her forehead.

"I'm sorry"

"I accept your apology. Are you feeling better now?"

"A little bit. Thank you for forgiving me and I will try to do my best to not repeat that behavior"

She responded, her voice now was more steady and clear.  Setting boundaries between them and being clear about the behavior that is acceptable was something they had established early in the relationship, Pete was diagnosed with BPD and (y/n) had trauma from past experiences so they had agreed to see a couple's therapist in order for them to move on with their relationship in a healthy manner, so things like "it's ok" or "you know I didn't mean it that way" were unacceptable, taking accountability for their actions and having the humility to apologize was their key to success.

Pete's smile reappeared and now gave her a kiss on her lips, making (y/n) get a bit of a shiver down her spine. Their kisses always felt so strong, like energy passing through one to the other, it was such a magical experience to them.

"Are we good?"

"Yes, now take a seat and I'll microwave your food"

"Wow, Gordon Ramsey would be so proud of you"

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[heliianth]

Hi helli do u wanna maybe possibly talk about the pet wars and how they reflect on like c!dream n c!sapnap? 👉👈 Its like

i've been thinking about it but the most ordered thought i can make is thinking about c!sapnap and going :((((((( D:

hnn ok. so. i wanna talk abt c!dream first bc hes my kitty cat u know how i am. c!dream has some very interesting interactions as it pertains to c!sapnap or c!sapnap's involvement in the pet wars. the most prevalent one that caught my mind was how he approaches mars and beckerson. here are a couple quotes i'll throw at the wall. FUNDY: "...So I joined and I’ve noticed this—this little pet—I had a little pet, alright? Well, it’s—the thing is… he is now buried six feet deep underneath the ground due to a person named Snapchat. What is Sapnap’s fish? Just a random question, just—what’s his name?”

DREAM: “Mars and Beckerson.”

FUNDY: “Alright, so. Mars, great, I’m just picking a random one. I would love to pet the fish on my own without you being there.”

DREAM: “These fish are not just Sapnap’s, okay?”

FUNDY: “Oh.”

DREAM: “They are the first, like, named animals on the entire server and they need to remain… y’know, alive. But—” (Aug. 29 2020, Fundy's The War Against Sapnap..., 4:20) “Tommy. I’m about to give you something, and don’t tell Sapnap this, but no matter what you do, you cannot destroy or kill or damage it. Okay? But you can have it and you can act like you will, but you can’t, okay? Promise me that you won’t. That’s Sapnap’s fish.” (Oct. 5 2020, Tommy's TommyInnit, Dream & Technoblade TEAM UP (dream smp war), 1:32:40) i'm sure there are more displaying what im getting at. dream cares very much for mars and beckerson in one way or the other, and honestly i'm a little unsure of what to make of it? in fundy's video, he immediately leads fundy to sapnap's dogs and foxes, and specifically tells him and niki which fox is sapnap's, and, in this VOD, he straight up leads tommy to sapnap's secret base filled with his dogs and cats (though he denies it was with the intent to have them killed)—so his care probably isn't by virtue of them being sapnap's pets. i think at one point he genuinely considered them sentimental because of how important they were to sapnap, but considering they ended up in his vault during the S2 finale i really don't think they remained as such. they probably took the same turn the discs did, if i'm real, as in he began to see them only as weapons to be used against someone he thought was powerful. if you look at it through the lens of his words to techno in prison being truthful, c!dream might perceive it as a spiteful sort of self-defense or as a sort of justice for the hurt he proclaims sapnap caused him. i really do think the pet wars were some of the things that made c!dreamnap's relationship degrade. dream constantly tries to stop things from escalating between them, explicitly telling people not to imply his involvement or backing out retrospectively [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6], so c!dream knows what he's doing here, and later on i don't think he cares too much about whether sapnap finds out anymore. in this VOD, dream wants to kill sapnap for next to no discernible reason? iirc, i think its some petty unrelated reason? which causes sapnap to levy some heavy accusations of "[his] own brothers betraying [him]" (1:01:14). and in this one sapnap says dream handing tommy mars was a betrayal on the level of eret (1:43:33). it's obvious that these scattered events were the beginning of a major breakdown in trust between them. i've seen a few nebulous takes floating around saying sapnap overreacted to dream's spirit speech but honestly, considering their history of tenuous trust and sapnap's near-fear (maybe out of respect? but nonetheless unhealthy for a friendship. also flypaw has a compilation of this. i would go digging but its 3 AM) of dream, AND what i've talked about here, i wouldn't blame him for having such a severe reaction. i think the major reflection on sapnap here is how he considers c!dream after everything is said and done. c!sapnap is a character who is very desperate to not be alone, and he knows deep down that c!dream will not be the person he remembers him being and obviously cannot see him as someone who will become that person in the future. i think his reflection in this VOD (around the 25:00 mark) is pretty telling. but there's also his statements from tina's tour stream, where he says he thinks about c!dream every day and wishes he was [out of prison] with him. c!sapnap is a very squishy little guy and i think he's still processing the big change that is c!dream not being in his corner. on the other hand, i really don't think c!dream reciprocates. you can guess as to whether he genuinely feels like c!sapnap betrayed him (i haven't gotten the prison streams in my transcriptions), but i don't think he cares for him much at all. i think out of c!dteam, c!dream cares for c!george the most in the way you care for the memory of a person, not them presently. and i don't think he's cared for c!sapnap for a while, if the nov 28th stream is enough to go by. ANYWAYS hi night ily :3

#u are so lucky my schedule is ass rn #like i ate dinner 1 hour ago im fucked #long post #old.dsmp.txt

[yesttoheaven]

I SEE YOU – chapter IV

pairing – arthur fleck x female!reader

wc – 2.3k

warnings – idk... misty being a b*tch with arthur?

a/n – hi everyone! I hope you are well because I'm brazilian and I cannot say the same lol the president is a piece of shit and he can't rule the country in the middle of a pandemic (not even without the pandemic, in fact)

anyway enjoy the chapter!

English is not my first language. I am getting help from google translator and he is not always a good ally, so I apologize for any typos or grammar errors.

Y/N – your name

chapter one. chapter two.

chapter three. chapter four.

"What are you doing here, Misty?" The surprise was notable in Y/N's words.

Many people could walk through that door, but Misty was definitely not one of them.

"I should ask you the same question..." The woman came over and put her hands on the actress' shoulders, smiling amiably. "But we don't have time for that right now. You have a dinner to go! And it is not right to keep a man like Charles waiting."

"Charles?" Arthur asked, trying to find a way to join the conversation. "Is he also an actor?"

After these simple words, the redhead burst out laughing and Arthur didn't understand what he had done wrong this time. He was just curious and a little interested to know who was the man who had a date with Y/N that night.

"Actor? God, have you never heard of Charles Lewis Tiffany?" Misty questioned how if the fact that Arthur didn’t know the man was an offense to humanity and Arthur just shook his head, too embarrassed to say anything else.

Who the hell was this man? The Pope? And why did Y/N have a dinner with Pope?

"It's okay, Arthur." Always so graceful, the actress reassured him and left Misty's side to be close to him. "Charles owns Tiffany & Co., the one that appears in the movie Breakfast at Tiffany's... Have you watched this movie before?"

"Oh, oftentimes!"

"Me either! And now Charles wants me to be the face of his new collection! I'm so excited, he came to Gotham just to follow it up in person!" The happiness shining in her eyes was contagious, but Misty didn’t like seeing Y/N squeeze the man’s arm gently.

"I hate to have to do this... the conversation is so pleasant, but we have to go, mon cher." With a smile, Y/N's manager adjusted the bag on her shoulder. She wanted to take the actress away from this freak as soon as possible.

"You cannot go without the VHS tape." Arthur objected, receiving a death glare from Misty, but the only thing that mattered to him was Y/N. "I'll get this for you." After these words, the man left the living room with a reason to make her stay a little longer in his apartment.

"Well, I think we're going to have to wait." Y/N shrugged, but inside she was beaming.

Feeling her mouth dry, she picked up the glass of water on the table, but that was her worst mistake.

"What are you doing? Don't drink this! That dirty glass is full of germs!" The glass was snatched from her hand and Y/N looked at Misty in disbelief.

"That glass is not dirty, Misty."

"How can you be sure of that? I heard that the Narrows sewer is one of the worst in Gotham!"

"Thanks for the lesson, but that didn’t come from the Narrows sewer. This water is from the kitchen tap."

"Oh my God..." The actress could have sworn that the woman's face turned green and she would vomit at any moment. "Why did you drink this? You'll be sick!"

Before Y/N had a chance to respond to these insanities, someone called her. She ran over to the bag and took out her cell phone. It was Charles.

"Hey, Charles! It's good to talk to you." On the other side, all she received were strange noises. The man's voice was being cut off and it was difficult to understand. "The connection is awful..."

"Why am I not surprised? Narrows is the end of the world!" Misty commented, rolling her eyes.

Without time for this discussion, Y/N said:

"Maybe in the corridor I will get a better signal."

"Be careful, you don't know what kind of neighbors there are in this place." She warned, listening to the door open and close, but Y/N said nothing.

Alone in the living room, Misty had the same disgusted look as when she arrived. For her this apartment is small even for an ant and this wallpaper is ridiculous, but in the midst of so much poverty, something on the couch attracted her attention.

"What do we have right here? I don't believe he has a diary..." The woman whispers to herself, laughing, after picking up Arthur's journal. She knew it was wrong, but she was bored.

The first few pages were OK, he had a shitty life like any other unfortunate person, but what came next scared the hell out of her. Misty knew there was something wrong with this man. The instant she saw him, she knew, but that... those words... were from a sick person. Arthur was a disgusting pervert. The redhead needed a moment to breathe and then she saw the magazines on the table and an scissors...

Oh no. He intends to include Y/N in this depravity show!

"I finally found." With bright eyes, Arthur looked for Y/N in the living room, but all he found was Misty... and his journal. "W-What... What are you d-doing?"

"Stay away from me!" She exclaimed, backing away for fear that he would do something against her. "I swear, if you get close I'll scream so loud and when Y/N comes through that door, I will tell her your little secret. She will be so disappointed, but she will finally find out who you really are... A perv!"

"N-No, please... You got it wrong." He tried, his voice taking on a desperate tone. Arthur didn't want to lose the actress's friendship. She was too important for him. "I c-can explain."

"Oh, can you explain? You will glue Y/N's head to a cat's body and then you will sit on that old sofa and touch yourself? You should be in Arkham! You're a sick person! I can't believe Y/N was alone with you..."

Arthur felt his stomach churning.

"You're wrong... I have a lot of respect for her. Y/N is special to me and I would never do something like that."

"I don't want to hear your excuses!" The woman threw the journal at him and Arthur cringed like a frightened dog. After hitting him on the back, the journal fell to the floor and when he saw those collages, he felt ashamed of himself. "Listen to me... I will say this only once: Stay away from her. It doesn’t matter what kind of fantasies you’ve created in your sick head, Y/N will not be a part of that. If I know that after today you keep talking to her, I'll call the police and when they find out you're a fucking perv, you will spend the rest of your days in Arkham." She warned with all the letters and threats, now it was up to him to choose to cooperate or not. This man is too old to play being a teenager. These images of naked women, these cats and those sad quotes in his journal prove just one thing. Maybe he's a sexual predator, but Misty wouldn't be here to find that out either. "Enjoy your pornography and leave Y/N alone. I hope I never see you again."

Arthur saw his world fall apart as soon as the redhead left his apartment with the worst assumptions about him. He was not a perverted monster. He would never touch Y/N without her consent and would never endanger her life. Never ever. Y/N was the only good thing about Gotham; she was a light at the end of the tunnel. So angelic and peaceful. Whenever she smiles, butterflies appear in his stomach and Arthur knows what these famous butterflies mean, but he doesn't know what those collages mean... If Y/N knew, she would probably be afraid of him.

In the corridor, the actress was trapped in a bubble, talking animatedly with Charles. The call had no specific reason, the man just wanted to make sure everything was fine for dinner that night.

"Okay... This is one of Gotham's best restaurants. Trust me, you will love the place!" She assured him, intending to make a good impression. It wasn't every day that she got a chance to dine with the genius behind Tiffany & Co. and represent that brand. This was an important step in her career. "Now I need to go, Charles. See you soon, bye!" Y/N hummed the ending, watching Misty approach where she was. "Why are you here?"

"It's just your friend's mom. She's not feeling very well..."

"Isn't Penny okay?" Concern crossed Y/N's face and she tried to get back to apartment 8J, but Misty took her arm, lying again:

"Y/N, don't be indiscreet. This is a family problem and Arthur is taking care of it." With those words, she guided the actress to the elevator, but Y/N kept looking at the door to Arthur's apartment. "You need to prepare for dinner... I chose a beautiful dress for you."

...

THREE DAYS LATER

"Put red on her lips... Don't forget the mascara... and on the cheeks use this blush... Not this one! The peach blush!"

It was possible to say that Charles Lewis Tiffany was taking the place of the makeup artist. The woman was losing patience, Y/N realized this, but he wanted to participate in every second of it. When she finished, Charles smiled, admiring Y/N's beauty through the mirror.

"You see? You're genuinely beautiful... I think I finally found my muse." The actress was flattered by the compliments and that reflected in her smile when Charles took a blue box, but this was not a simple blue box. This is the famous Tiffany Blue Box. "I want you to meet my new creation..." He opened the box, stealing Y/N's breath instantly. "Dramatically plunging down the decolletage, an incredible emerald-cut bicolor zoisite that shifts from violet-blue to purplish-red, depending on the angle. The pendant is over 48 carats and it's wrapped in a halo of baguette diamonds and suspended from a diamond rondelle chain of over 37 total carats."

"Oh Charles, this is absolutely beautiful. I'm speechless..." She confessed, watching him take the necklace and offer to put it around her neck. Y/N accepted immediately and when the pendant touched the white fabric of the dress, she smiled at the mirror.

"Diamonds are a girl's best friend" Charles whispered, eliciting a giggle from her. "Now I need to speak to the photographer, but take a few minutes to prepare yourself." The man smiled one last time and Y/N walked to the door, opening it for him. She took the opportunity to spy on what was happening on the other side and it was possible to say that there was a little sadness in her eyes.

"What are you looking for?" Misty's voice echoed and she closed the door quickly.

"Huh... nothing!"

The woman was checking the contract – something about image authorization – and when she took her eyes off the papers, she found Y/N with a half-hearted smile.

"Go ahead... Spill the tea."

Brian was probably smoking, so Misty was her only option.

"Arthur was busy these days, but he called me this morning... He looked nervous and said he would like to talk to me, so I invited him to accompany the photoshoot, but..."

"You did what?!" Misty left the chair, interrupting her. Not wanting to start a scene, the redhead looked at Dariela, the makeup artist, and said: "Get out." The woman immediately stopped organizing her makeup and ran out of the dressing room.

"Was that necessary?" Y/N asked, crossing her arms.

"And was it necessary to invite that maniac to come here too?"

"Jesus, Misty!" She walked to the other side of the dressing room. "Manic? Really?"

"I'm just telling the truth."

"Based on what? His bank account?"

"Based on his journal." Misty replied and the actress looked in her direction with a frown. Shaking her head, the redhead let out a bitter laugh before confessing: "He doesn't use it just to write jokes... I found a lot of pornography on those pages."

Y/N felt a little uncomfortable with that. Certain things do not need to be exposed... She didn't need to know about that part of Arthur's life and Misty just invaded his privacy.

"Well... many men consume pornography daily."

"Y/N, pornography is not the point here. He makes some weird collages... women with cat heads... skulls... one of these women was tied up in a compromising position... Can you see how problematic this is?" Misty was trying to open her eyes and consequently was scaring the actress, but that was not all. "I saw the magazines. That man will probably do the same to you... your face on the body of these naked women or on a cat's body! You have always been uncomfortable with the way men see you only as a sex symbol... and now Arthur is using you as a sex toy!"

"Stop! Just stop, okay?" Y/N demanded, using an edgy tone of voice. That was too much for her to assimilate. "You're saying this because you do not accept the idea of ​​Arthur being my friend! All that matters to you is status, but it doesn't matter to me! When are you going to let me live my own life?"

"This is not about social classes, this man is a pervert! I'm trying to protect you!"

"Enough, Misty!" That was enough to make the redhead shut up and Y/N found her way back to the mirror.

To complete the look, inside the blue box was a beautiful diamond ring and a pair of shiny round diamond earrings, just waiting for her. Putting on the ring was an easy task, but she couldn’t say the same about earrings; her hands were shaking and this is all the fault of the stress.

"Let me help you." The manager approached and at first Y/N refused her help, but after another failed attempt, she handed the earrings to the woman. "I know I can be a bitch sometimes..."

"Sometimes?"

Misty just sighed, shaking her head.

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a/n – likes and reblogs are appreciated but honestly I’d love to know what you all think of this one. really hope you enjoy it and thank you soooo much for reading ♡

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[boop-le-snoot]

PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 18

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TWs/Summary: We stan ✨women in science✨. Bruce uwu. Twitter social media AU nobody asked for. Stephen and Tony are dicks and I'm not talking about their anatomy. Setting up mood for Bruce smut, ngl. PTSD makes things spicy. I'm depressed so please be kind ✌🏻💀🙃

"I really do wonder how can you two fit those egos of yours in your pants," I kept my tone forcefully casual, cheerful even. "Why don't you just fuck already?"

I was met with stunned silence. Suddenly, the room seemed far too large and the people in much too quiet, staring at me with various expressions of horror obvious in their faces. As the strange friendship began developing between me and the team, my "outbursts" - how Steve liked to call them - lessened considerably. I had no need to provoke them into giving me attention, just striking up a casual chat was enough. The Avengers were great conversationalists, to my surprise.

Tony and Stephen, when paired, were the exception. I could count on one hand the amount of times they successfully came to a conclusion without fighting like cats and dogs. It was like each man had made it a personal mission to verbally top the other, more often than not resulting in a thirty-minute shitshow ending with one storming off in a dramatic flourish. It was mind-boggling how two supremely intelligent men could not find a way to communicate efficiently without infuriating the rest of the team.

Plus me. One way or another, I was almost always around. In the beginning, it was hilarious to see the free circus but it got old really quickly when they couldn't decide on dinner or a movie, leaving the rest of us starving and bored. Or the great Cloak debate - that one lasted days and the fussy thing was so upset, it point blank refused to part from Peter for a substantial amount of time. It's pretty fucking creepy that a semi-sentient, ancient piece of outerwear watches you when you sleep - just sayin'. I personally interjected with my own snark and sass whenever Tony and Stephen got too heated, successfully drawing the attention to myself. The fight broke up and I had amazing sex with Tony later, it was a win-win scenario.

Yet, Tony and Stephen didn't stop. To me, their way of "talking" (and I use that term loosely) looked a lot like unresolved sexual tension. Stephen frequently used his greater height to tower over Tony in a childish attempt to establish dominance; the engineer was no rookie and responded with extravagant peacocking such as "subtly" tapping the bracelet that hosted his nanotech suit or parading at dinner in a $30,000 custom made designer outfit. Because Tony could.

I was pleasantly surprised when Natasha started laughing at my remark. Full-blown, belly laugh. Those were rare, coming from the Widow, her usual mirth was quiet, sophisticated, just like her. Deadly (adorable). Bucky followed suit, snorting together with Clint and Loki.

Steve looked none too pleased with me. But then again, was he ever? "Doll, don't be rude."

"Brat," Bruce said at the same time, palming his face.

"People always call me a brat. And guess what, Steve?" I popped my hip, twirling a cotton candy pink coloured Dum-Dum between my fingers. "What can you do about it? Nothing," I shrugged, leaning my head against Bruce's shoulder affectionately.

Steve just shook his head in disappointment. "Can we get back on topic? Please?"

"Captain, I think that Stark..." Strange began talking with Tony dramatically groaning in the background and I instantly tuned out the useless babble. Steve should've been smarter and revoked speaking rights from Tony and Stephen. Or asked Loki to magically render them both mute for ten minutes.

"You're not wrong," Bruce quietly whispered next to my ear. "Ten bucks says Wanda meddles and those two finally work out their frustrations," The scientist hid a grin against my head. I felt the amused, giddy energy radiating off him like a plasma beam.

"I don't even have to bet," I rolled my eyes. "If she doesn't do it, I will."

Both Tony and Stephen were throwing me equally infuriated glances. One promised me a good, hard fucking and the other saw me a short, poisonous lecture on appropriate behaviour in the nearest future - you can guess which is which. If I had it my way, I'd skip the lecture and go straight to a hot, filthy threesome with two men twice my age. I wasn't blind, Strange was hot as hell and could be decent and even nice once in a blue moon.

He could, but he wouldn't be. I wanted that raw, unadulterated lust, tension so concentrated it walked the razor's edge between violent craving and repulsion. Ever since the incident with Clint, I had this ugly mess inside of me, like a live wire about to snap. My brain was constantly racing, darting between how utterly useless I am in a group of supers and embracing my normal-ness, amplifying it by hosting game nights and spending time trying to convince people to start a dungeons and dragons campaign. Or something.

My sleep was like Swiss cheese, riddled with holes where I stayed awake for one or two hours at a time in the middle of the night after waking up sweaty, with my heart hammering out of my chest. Sometimes I dreamt of Clint's lifeless, sickly white body, sometimes the whole room flooded with blood and I couldn't stop it no matter what, there was so much of it, I drowned in it, I startled up with the taste of it in my mouth. Rarely, the worst of it came - the one where Clint was alive as millions of millions of little fluorescent, poisonous jellyfish burst out of him and he screamed and screamed and screamed...

I had PTSD. Yay, me. As if my uselessness wasn't enough of a burden, my brain decided for me that it wasn't good enough that I saved Clint and now it was punishing me for being close to a group of people who routinely saved the WORLD.

I contemplated my usual habits - going to a party, getting trashed and dancing until my legs were numb. I just wanted to shut my brain off for a moment, give it a hard reset so-to-say, but with Tony on my back like a jet-pack, I didn't doubt he'd show up to the place and drag me out of there even if I was kicking and screaming. And he was a Stark, a billionaire, so visiting my dad in Cali wouldn't be possible on my own. Tony would gas up the jet and the rest of the team would find and excuse to tag along, too. As much as I loved being the baby menace who could get away with anything, I hated the way they all herded me, like I was an actual child. I couldn't get away from myself, not even for a moment.

I had the backup-backup plan and I was going to have to execute it. Desperate times, desperate measures. "I don't doubt y'all enjoy listening to Tony and Steph flirt," The nickname escaped unmoderated from my lips before I could catch myself. "But what are we doing for Halloween? I need to know if I gotta get a costume," Bruce chuckled next to me and wrapped an arm around me, happy for the distraction. Unlike me, the scientist was obligated to listen and participate in the avengers-themed discussion. Which was difficult because the engineer and the sorcerer constantly bickered, inadvertently taking over the talk.

"Halloween?" Steve groaned.

"We should do something," Bucky side-eyed his boyfriend. "For the children." Something told me he wasn't thinking of the children, at all. The man was positively leering, probably thinking about what kind of a tight suit he could convince Steve to squeeze into.

"A party!" Tony immediately exclaimed, interrupting Stephen mid-setence.

"Tony, no," Steve stated firmly.

"Tony, YES!" Clint perked up. "A snack bar. A bar-bar."

"I will not be helping you all if you get alcohol poisoning," Stephen crossed his arms.

"So it's a party," I stated firmly, throwing a contemplating look at Wanda and Pietro. The twins looked unsure but excited. I knew I could count on fellow young people to support my decision to have fun, dance a little, drink a little. Let loose. To nail my point, I turned to Bruce with a mischievous smirk. "Fifty bucks says Stephen is too stuck up to show up in costume."

"Beg pardon?!" The sorcerer exclaimed. His eyebrows threatened to meet his hairline.

"I think you give him too little credit, Princess," Bruce winked at me and we solemnly shook hands. It was great having a fellow partner in mischief. Loki's approving smirk just sealed the deal for me.

"It's not my fault you sometimes act like you have a stick up your butt," I gave in the way of explanation, shrugging my shoulders innocently in Stephen's direction. "I'm just pointing out the obvious."

"I don't dare to imagine what's been up yours," The sorcerer retorted dryly, in an uncharacteristically childish fashion, arms still crossed. It almost looked like he was pouting.

"Tony," I simply said, leering salaciously at the man.

"Ooh, kinky," Clint reached over and we promptly high-fived each other in the wake of multiple embarrassed groans emanating around the room. "Strange, you're a boring old man, get over it."

"And you regularly end up in dumpsters, Barton," Strange retorted quickly. "Not my idea of fun."

"You wouldn't know fun if it hit you in the face!" Tony grinned triumphantly, confident in his superiority over Strange. Look at that, the team was doing the work for me and I didn't even have to try.

"I'll show you fun," Stephen retorted darkly. It was obvious the man was planning something.

"Ok, boomer," I raised my eyebrows in muted satisfaction before turning around and grabbing Bruce to drag along with me. "I'm confiscating your best scientist to amuse myself. I am bored. We will go and do actual science whilst y'all argue. Bye."

My patience had run out. We were examining the parasites we found in the murder-anthropods-from-space, codename MAFS, courtesy of yours truly, and their amazing properties to penetrate cell membranes and feed on metals in organic life forms. Without Bruce's help I understood maybe half of it but he had the patience of a saint and dutifully and understandably explained to me the finer points of studying aliens. Signing half a dozen NDAs was never more worth it.

Steve's sigh consisted of 99% suffering and 2% disappointment. Natasha face-palmed silently in the corner, clutching a mug of coffee, a poster child for existential dread.

"Wait for me," Tony whined, going for the door and promptly being stopped by Steve pointing out the team needing his input on one mission or another. The engineer sighed. "Baby girl, don't let the green mean to start any experiments without me." Tony instructed, pointing an accusatory finger in our direction.

I clutched at Bruce dramatically, feigning hurt feelings and was rewarded with a swift motion of his arms. I shrieked delightfully at being thrown over the scientist's shoulder as he hastened his pace towards the elevator, hightailing it out of there. "I'd never snitch on science daddy," I wiggled my eyebrows in Tony's direction, sticking a hand down the back pocket of Bruce's pants, dangling over his shoulder like a happy sack of potatoes.

The lab smelled strongly of alcohol and bitter chemicals, the solution that Bruce developed to ensure the optimal state of the alien pathogens. The man's genius never ceased to amaze me: Bruce came up with the needed formula in the span of a few hours while running low on sleep, post a Hulk-out session.

We put on our protective gear - "science onesies" I called them - along with a respirator and goggles and set to the segregated part of the lab where the specimens were kept under a blue light. The glass wall between Bruce's and Tony's lab was dimmed; I reflected in it, looking positively futuristic in my double-stacked white platformed boots and white hazmat suit.

"Wait," I motioned to Bruce to come over.

"Oh, right, our music," He was already half-way to being in total Science Mode. "Friday, please put on the "Get Schwifty" playlist, 60% volume."

The playlist that me and Bruce came up with for our lab sessions. The man was such an adorable dork. Thirty percent my music, thirty percent of his indie rock shit and forty percent 00's bops. In other words, utter perfection.

I finally managed to fish out my phone from my pants. "No, let's take a selfie," I struck an impressive pose and pointed the camera as Avril Lavigne sung the first verse to Sk8r Boi.

Bruce laughed but abided by the request, giving me bunny ears in the photo, tapping the fingers of his other hand on my waist to the rhythm of the song.

"He was a skater boy, she said see ya later boy!" I sang along, switching my Instagram to stories and posting the short clip of us just vibing with the caption #sciencetime, Bruce laughing openly behind his respirator. I looked cute and silly in my outfit.

"Send the video to me, I'll post it on my Twitter," Bruce requested. I indulged him then put my phone away, ready to conquer the world of microbiology. Or die trying. Science was calling...

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So I may be having a bit of a rough day.

I'm not sure what exactly, but something triggered memories of back when I was at my previous job and Spud was really sick. And all anyone at work would tell me when I was talking about him was "I'd never spend that much money on a cat" and "it's just a cat, why are you doing so much for it" and "Give him to me, I'll shoot him so you don't have to worry" and other things like that.

It really upset me then and it's just as upsetting to think about now. He is my baby. He is the reason I am living and able to feel ok even though I'm living on my own now. He is the one who makes sure I get up in the mornings; he will literally guide me to the kitchen and meow at me and headbutt me until I've eaten breakfast. He will lay on top of me and purr when I am having a panic attack and can't get out of bed. He gets concerned and checks on me when I'm crying. He meows really loudly to ask if I'm ok if I sound really emotional while singing along to sad songs or break up music. He is soft and warm and precious and I love him. I love playing with him. I love cuddling him. I love petting and brushing him. I love him. So much.

And I hate those people. Anyone who has told me they would've shot him, I hate them so much it actually scares me and this hatred has carved a giant hole in my heart that gets bigger whenever those memories come to surface again.

Who the fuck do they think they are, to tell me that about someone I care about? Fuck them. I can't even wish someone to say the same sort of things to them because I don't want to cause that emotional pain on someone else. But I can cut them off which is what I've done. I don't speak to any of the ones who said those things to me and I never will. I have no respect for them and I never will.

So just. If someone loves a pet; I don't give a fuck if it's a cat, a dog, a tortoise, a bearded dragon, a mouse, a fish, or whatever. Don't fucking tell them that you wouldn't take care of their pet if you were in their shoes. I promise you, they don't want to hear that opinion and they won't thank you for it. And Don't EVER fucking tell them you would kill it if you had to take care of it. Because that is fucked up to say to someone about something they love. And that would make you a fucked up person.

#pets #vent #sad thoughts #sad memories #trigger warnings: #mentions of animal abuse #mentions of animal death #animal abuse #animal death #stress #I hate those people so much and I will never forgive them #I hope they learn to be better #but I doubt they will #I hope they all go far away and I never have to see any of them ever again #because I hate them so much #how dare they say that about my baby

[cidnangarlond]

1. whats ur dream house/room. color wise, big or small, fluffy details or minimalistic? 2. do u collect anything 3. do u wanna collect anything 4. opinion on summer? 5. favorite animal 6. favorite cat and dog breed

1) HMMMM I wouldn't want anything too big or extravagant because well one that's a lot of cleaning two super big houses make me paranoid but something small and cozy and a good enough size for me and my future partner and pet(s). I just want to be able to have a room I can paint purple I never got the chance to do it growing up anywhere I've lived so I want to do that. Also FUCK minimalism I want peaceful and cozy clutter I want a house that looks loved and lived in not like a magazine showroom piece

2) I collect movies !! Right now I own over 100 movies on DVD that are mine personally like I bought them or were gifts and am always aiming for more. I once uh spent like $88 at Best Buy because I went wandering as my friends looked at laptops and I found Akira and Death Parade on Blu-Ray and was like ok I need Akira and I've been wanting to watch Death Parade for a bit now so I'll get these. And then I got a few more from the bargain bin or around and I came back w a whole stack and my friends were like WE LEFT YOU ALONE. FOR 10 MINUTES. There's a photo of that somewhere I need to find it it was really funny and then I lied to my dad about spending $88 on movies and said it was external storage for editing class

3) I tend to end up wanting to collect stuff related to whatever hyperfixation I have except for Chernobyl I'm fine w just collecting knowledge on it (visiting would be cool tho) so there Is some mgs stuff I want but right now I really want a place to be selling the art of MGS I-IV for fucking. Cheaper than $200!!

4) Summer is too hot and makes me super sweaty and I hate sweating mainly for sensory reasons and also it makes me feel gross and I hate it. A humid heat can go die I can handle a dry heat though

5) MMMMMMM FAVORITE ANIMAL... Idk they're all pretty neat but I think ferrets are cool :) also bears and wolves

6) Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm I'd say Maine Coon and Labrador Retriever (the breed of my childhood dog ily Casey) but Beagles are a close second bc of the Shiloh book series our teacher read us in 3rd grade but they're all so so valid and I smooch them all :)

Thank u !!

#verau #asks #people w ferrets rats etc hand over photos of them rn. give them a smooch for me :)