#the more i think about it the more my school sounds like a fever dream

[songsofadelaide]

cw/tw: sickfic, fluff, reader has she/her pronouns, gojo being a little silly. wc: 666

"She's down with a fever, so don't get any ideas, Gojo."

"Wh— You talk as if I'm going to do something nefarious to her, Shoko!"

"Nefarious, no, but idiotic, probably. Do all of us a favour and steer clear of her in the meantime. We don't want others catching this bug."

They say fever dreams are usually unpleasant, but why was this some kind of replay of one of your favourite high school memories instead? Favourite except for the fact that you were sick. 

"Y'know I've never really actually gotten sick before because of my infinity and all…"

A cool hand is pressed to your burning forehead, a sigh of relief leaving your lips as you come into contact with it. 

"Yikes, she's actually burning up!" 

"That's why I told you to stay away. If you or anyone else catches this, I am going to lock you all in the morgue for all I care."

"You'd do that to her?!"

"Not her, of course!"

Getting sick is probably one of the worst things that could ever happen to you. Some days, you can't seem to sweep your condition under the rug, no matter how hard you try to be normal about it. A cold was starkly different from being cursed and it was such a normal thing that Shoko had no other choice but to treat it normally— by telling you to drink your meds and get some rest. 

Nanami said he'd handle your pending mission, so rest you did. 

There was nothing at all restful about having to stay on campus, though, with Shoko saying she could keep a better eye on your condition there. You felt like the walls and the halls already knew so much. The happiness of your youth, the sadness and anguish of having friends perish before your very eyes, and the bittersweetness of your first love. 

"Pain, pain, go away…"

Your first love that seemed to stalk the halls of the magic college, for some reason. 

"Come again another day…"

The humming sounded far too real now to be a dream, even more so when the same cool touch was pressed to your forehead again. "Ah…"

"It's okay, you can sleep some more."

In fear you may be in delirium, you opened your eyes and found Satoru seated right by your bedside, a wet towel and a basin of water right next to him. "Satoru?…"

"Sorry. Did I wake ya?" He asked, though you couldn't get a read on his expression with that ridiculous blindfold over his eyes. "Heard from Shoko that you were sick, so…"

"Didn't she tell you not to come over?" You said with a sigh. 

"No need to be so worried about me. I've never really actually gotten sick before because of my infinity."

"I know, I know. You've always been too invincible."

He brushed his cold knuckles over your forehead once more, finally drawing out a tired smile from you. "Do you want me to grab you some ice water or something?"

"No, I'm good…" You told him, gently holding him back from moving away from you. When he realised what you meant, he placed his hand over your forehead again. "You're like a popsicle."

It was his turn to chuckle this time. "Ramune flavour?"

"Exactly."

Satoru slightly moved to reach for your hand, clammy as it was, his cold fingers curling around your warmer ones, and somehow, you can't really tell if all of this is real. 

"Satoru…"

"Yeah, sweets?"

"Can you pinch my hand or something? I feel like I'm in high school again and I'm dreaming all of this up. After all, I like you so much that I might even be hallucinating."

He squeezed your hand with just enough force as if asking, is it real enough yet?

"…Real," you sighed and nodded to yourself. "Sorry…"

"Whatever are you apologising for?" He grinned at you. "You think I don't like hearing about how much you like me, even from before?"

#songsofadelaidewrites💛 #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo fluff

[deltaharrington]

LOOK AT ME PT. 3

PAIRING: You have to wait and see…

SUMMARY: You’ve always been the second option.

WARNINGS: Angst

Arriving back in Cousins was like a fever dream.

It didn’t come without bumps in the road. Literally. Jere had gotten a flat, and Belly tried to help. Then they had a reconnection moment, and you were happy for them. You were glad that they had semi-reconnected, but you were still angry with Belly.

She knew you and Conrad had been together, but she kissed him selfishly.

That wasn’t what you were supposed to be thinking about though. You were going to find Conrad, and things would go back to normal.

Jere held his hand out for you to hold on the way there, which you accepted. He was happy about this, his mood brightening a bit more.

“Hey, I’m sorry I was so…cold at Brown” He said to you and you shook your head “No- I was focused on finding my brother, and I was an asshole” He said and you were surprised.

“It’s okay, I understand” You said and he smiled, bringing your hand to his lips.

You smiled and watched the road ahead, your cheeks flushing.

Upon arrival at the house, you three got out of the Jeep and made your way inside. You allowed Belly and Jere to go find Conrad as you lurked around the house a bit.

You weren’t ready to see him yet.

The entire place was pure nostalgia. You hadn’t been there in forever and it felt like a dream.

That’s when you heard it. The words that would crush your being.

You briskly walked into the room that you heard voices in, your heart stopping when you met the eyes of Conrad Fisher.

“The house is for sale?” You asked, your voice shaky.

“What the hell is she doing here?”

“That’s no way to greet an old friend, Conrad” Your words sliced through him like a knife.

“I’m sorry, is the old friend in the room with us?” He shot back, and you were about to defend yourself before Jeremiah stepped forwards.

“Don’t talk to her like that, she’s here to help find your ass” Jere retorted and something flashed in Conrad’s eyes.

“I want her out, Jeremiah” He said and you held your hand up.

“This house means something to me too, Conrad” You said “I’m not here for you, I’m here for Jere.” You added and he huffed.

You decided to go outside after that, needing some air. Belly and Jere decided to go see if they could talk with Julia about the house, while you stayed back and out of Conrad’s way.

“You shouldn’t be here” Conrad’s voice sounded from the Patio. You were sat in a pool chair, looking off onto the beach.

“You shouldn’t be either, Conrad” You mentioned and looked over at him “You have school, finals”

“Fuck school” He said before sitting down.

“I know somethings going on between you and Jere” He said suddenly and you whipped your head towards him.

“And you think you have the right to tell me about that?” You said “I’m not the one who cheated on you and lied.” You said and that shut him up fast.

“Listen, I don’t want any trouble with you, okay?” You said after a while of silence. “Let’s be civil”

“Okay” He agreed and you nodded your head, glad he could agree to something.

Then Conrad turned to you with a smirk on his face, and you were more than confused at the brunette.

That was until he made his way towards you.

“Conrad what are you..?” You began to ask but he lifted you into his arms walking towards the pool. “No, no! Don’t-“ You tried but it was no use, he threw you in.

You hit the water with a muffled scream, resurfacing with a pained look on your face.

“Shit. Conrad, my leg!” You said and hobbled to the side of the pool. He offered you his hands like a dumbass and you pulled him in, hearing a gasp of realization come from him before he hit the water.

You laughed triumphantly before Conrad tackled you into the water again. When you resurfaced, you rubbed your eyes, still in Conrad’s arms.

Your heart raced as you watched his eyes trail down towards your lips.

No, this was wrong.

You pulled away with a small smile, not wanting things to feel awkward. Then you stepped out of the pool, making your way towards the door.

“I’m gonna go change”

Upon walking inside, you were greeted by Jeremiah and Belly, who looked a bit upset.

“No luck?” You asked and they both nodded.

“What happened to you?” Jere asked, looking at your soaking wet figure, but then the patio door opened again, revealing Conrad, who was the same way.

“Conrad threw me into the pool” You said softly “So I got him back by pulling him in with me” You added and Jeremiah nodded suspiciously.

“Bells, can I borrow some clothes from upstairs-“

“You can borrow mine.” Conrad cut you off and you froze. Jeremiah’s eyes darkened.

“She can use mine” Belly said, sensing the tension and the fact that you wanted to get out of the kitchen.

Belly’s room looked the same as it always had. You didn’t realize how much you had missed her until you set foot in her room.

“Thank you, Bells” You said as she handed you some shorts and a larger t-shirt.

“I’ve missed you Belly” You added and she turned to you in shock. You could see tears that began to pool in her eyes as she made her way to you.

You held your arms open for her and she fell into them, not caring that you were still damp from the pool. She needed- no, you both needed that hug.

“I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have done that to you” She sobbed and you smiled, knowing she had been holding in her apology.

“He was right there- and he wanted to be with me, I wasn’t thinking about who I was hurting” She admitted and you sighed.

“It’s okay, all of forgiven okay? I’ve moved on, I’m not mad at you” You said and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

You guys then fell into a comfortable silence, Belly’s sniffles being the only thing heard as she composed herself.

“So, Jeremiah?” Belly said and you both erupted into giggles, the Conklin girl pulling back from your embrace.

“Maybe…we have a house to save, so I doubt a relationship is on his mind” You said and Belly smiled, shrugging like she knew something.

“What?” You said and nudged her shoulder.

“Get dressed and go see him” She said and you nodded.

The shorts and the shirt worked pretty well for you, and by the time you were dressed, your hair was dry, you just had to comb through it, sitting on your bed after.

The walk down the hall to Jere’s room made your stomach bubble with nerves.

“Jere?” You said softly and knocked. The door then opened to reveal Jeremiah, a smile appearing on his face at the sight of you.

He was wearing a hoodie and sweatpants, looking unbelievably comfortable.

“Hi” He said and led you inside his room, once inside he pulled you into a hug.

“Oh!” You gasped and wrapped your arms around him.

“I’ve missed you all day” He said and pecked your forehead. “Let’s take a nap?” He suggested and you nodded, a nap sounding amazing.

He crawled into bed and let you follow.

This didn’t feel wrong, being with Jeremiah felt so right. So right that you felt impulsive.

“Jeremiah” You whispered and when he looked at you, you went for it, pressing your lips to the corner of his, resting the waters.

Jeremiah responded immediately. When you looked away bashfully, his index finger and thumb gently pinched your chin so you’d look back at him.

He then pressed his lips to yours hungrily. Your mouths molded together perfectly. Jeremiah sat up, towering over you as he let your lips move in sync.

You both pulled away for air and kept your eyes locked. You smiled and so did he, glad he had just gotten to kiss you again.

“You’re everything” He whispered and you blushed, looking away.

“Don’t get shy on me now…” He whispered before ghosting his lips over yours again.

“Tease” You whispered and he smiled.

“Only for you” He replied before pressing his lips to yours again.

When you pulled back this time, Jeremiah wasn’t the one in front of you, it was Conrad.

“Conrad?”

You woke up with a gasp, sitting up quickly. A brief look around showed you that you hadn’t even left your room, you had fallen asleep in your own bed.

“What the fuck?” You whispered. You had dreamt that. It wasn’t real.

You got up from your bed immediately and made your way towards Jeremiah’s room. This time, it was real.

“Jere?” You said and were met with a completely different sight than your dream.

Jere was sat on the bed with his head in his hands.

“I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner, I fell asleep” You said and sat down next to him, beginning to rub his back until he yanked his body away from you.

“What was that between you and Conrad?” He asked and you looked confused.

“Nothing, Jere, we talked and we’re civil now, there’s nothing more to it” You said and he scoffed

“Didn’t seem like it. He was offering you his clothes” He said and you reached towards his face, grasping his jaw gently to make him look at you.

“Nothing is going on Jere, I don’t want to be more than friends with him” You said. That was partially a lie, but you hadn’t realized it yet.

“Okay…I’m sorry, I just don’t want you to go back to him, he’s an ass for what he did to you” He stated and you nodded knowingly.

“It’s okay” You said “Want to go downstairs and watch a movie?” You asked and he nodded his head, standing up.

“Last one down is a rotten egg!” You said and sprinted out of his room and down the hall towards the stairs.

“Hey!” He called with a laugh after you, chasing you.

You trotted down the stairs quickly, too quickly. You missed the last few steps and nearly fell on your face, you would have, if it wasn’t for someone catching you.

Conrad.

“Woah there, are you okay?” Conrad asked, your body now fully in his arms. Jere had seen the whole thing, trotting quickly behind you.

“Y/n, are you alright?” Jere said as Conrad helped you stand back up, now in between the two brothers.

“I’m fine, Jere” You said and gently squeezed his bicep. “Thank you, Conrad” You said and the brunette nodded.

“What are you guys doing?” Conrad asked, running a hand through his hair.

“Watching a movie” Jere said, his arm snaking around your waist.

“Oh…can I join?”

TO BE CONTINUED…

Finally! Sorry for the long wait! I’m back!!

#x y/n #jeremiah fisher x you #the summer i turned pretty #tsitp conrad #tsitp jeremiah #tsitp s2 #conrad fisher #conrad fisher x reader #conrad fisher x y/n #jeremiah fisher

[littlexdeaths]

fever pitch - r.b.

softball player robin buckley x cheerleader fem reader

18+ ONLY MDNI

warnings: all characters are 18+, oral (f receiving), fingering, public sex, thigh riding, secret relationship, allusions to sex, bullying, mean!dom robin, little bit of mean reader, jealous reader

this is a collab with the absolutely brilliant @undead-supernova !! i literally had so much fucking fun writing this with you august, and it might be my favorite robin fic i’ve ever written. i feel like our brains collided and made a gay ass baby and i’m so proud of us. we hope you enjoy xx.

word count: 3.7K

“Shhh, don’t want us getting caught like this do you?”

Robin’s voice is hushed but stern, now lifting her head from between your trembling thighs. The blonde has you spread out on a bench in the dugout, skirt shoved up around your hips as her tongue laps up everything you have to offer.

That is until a broken moan leaves your lips, unable to stop it as her fingers curl up inside you. The sound breaks through the silence, the only thing heard above the soft hum of cicadas.

“What would your little friends think, hmm?” she taunts, brow raised as she looks up at you, dirt still smeared across her cheeks from the game. “Knowing a loser is the one making you feel so good?”

In that moment you can’t find it within yourself to care anymore, gripping her hair in your fist to guide her back between your legs. “Let them.”

Robin hums, her lips drifting lower to nip at the tender skin of your thighs. The action causes another loud whimper to leave you. “You sure about that, honey?”

“I don’t care,” you admit out loud for the first time, thoughts completely overwhelmed with all things Robin.

“Fuck, I don’t care anymore,” you sigh.

Never in your wildest dreams would you think tonight would turn out like this.

You’d been watching her from the sidelines as she attempted to slide into homebase, coming up a little short. You’d never gotten to see her play before, your extracurriculars usually running at the same time. But today had been just your luck, with Chrissy spraining her ankle, immediately being rushed off to get it iced. Coach ended practice shortly after—no use continuing without the star of the squad there, right?

It gave you the perfect opportunity to watch her without raising any suspicion—two of your teammates by your side, laughing as Robin struck out. You took your lower lip between your teeth, trying not to gawk as she rose to her feet. Dusting the dirt off her thighs when she caught your eye, biting back a smirk as she made her way towards the dugout.

But not before stopping by where you were leaning against the bleachers. Right there, in front of everyone for the first time.

See, this has been going on for months. The sneaking around, the feigned rivalry.

If only they knew what was really happening behind closed doors.

You first noticed her late one afternoon, walking to your car after cheer practice. Robin hadn’t even crossed your radar, barely a glance in the hallway. Too wrapped up in your own world to notice. But there was just something about the warm glow of the sunset laying against her flushed cheek. The way she found your eyes, like she knew your secret, before she spit out the shell of a sunflower seed. Chuckling as she grabbed her bat and walked off.

All you knew after that was you desperately wanted to know more. And boy, did you.

You quickly learned through word of mouth that she had been caught hooking up with some girl in the band room after school. That confirmation prompted you to start dropping her little hints. Longing glances when no one was paying attention, nods in the hallway. Sneaking out of practice early just so she’d notice you walk by. And, sure, she noticed.

But Robin wasn’t going to come easy, was she?

No, she wanted to make you work for it. To prove to her you were serious, not just another girl looking to make out with her for the thrill of it. Or some sick joke conjured up by the cheer squad to humiliate her more.

You quickly realized that your subtle hints were not going to get you what you wanted. Her.

One day you’d finally had enough, boldly slipping a note in her locker between classes. Coaxing her to meet you in the secluded alley between the gym and the cafeteria. A place you’d only used to meet a certain super senior when you wanted to buy some weed.

A spot unknown or used by the majority of the students of Hawkins High, knowing you wouldn’t be seen or heard by any curious passersby.

Part of you was worried she wouldn't show, becoming increasingly more nervous as time passed. Any lingering qualms were squashed when you saw her striding down the narrow path towards you. She looked good, her dark jeans hugging her hips just right. A button-up shirt tucked loosely into them, the top few buttons left open.

You wanted nothing more than to lean forward, closing the short distance between your bodies. Leave a trail of blues and purples along her exposed skin. And that terrified you, to know that one girl could mess you up in such a monumental way.

“So,” you mumbled, kicking a pebble with the tip of your sneaker.

“So,” she answered, crossing her arms over her chest.

Without hesitation, you introduced yourself but Robin gave you a confused look.

“Yeah, I already know who you are.”

“You do?”

“Well, we’ve gone to school together our whole lives…” she paused, running a hand through her hair, “and when a girl is practically eye-fucking you in the halls, it’s hard not to notice.”

“Oh, right,” you replied, looking down. Embarrassment washed over you. “Sorry, I guess I misinterpreted this whole thing.”

You carefully pushed off the wall, ready to walk away and pretend like this whole thing never happened. Save yourself the humiliation.

But her soft voice stopped you in your tracks.

“I wouldn't say that.”

“Then what would you say?” you asked, more confident now.

“You’re the one who asked me here,” Robin pointed out, turning the focus back to you.

And just as quickly as your confidence had risen, it fell. So you looked down again, now fiddling with the hem of your skirt.

“I don’t, um,” you struggled. “I don’t really know how to say it. I just…I…”

“Oh, just spit it out already.”

You looked up at her exasperated expression, narrowing your eyes. “Fine! Fine. Whatever. I like you, okay?”

“Like me? We’ve never spoken.”

“Don’t give me that when I’ve seen the way you look at me too.”

Robin’s hardened expression fell. “Touché.”

Silence fell between you, Robin lifting her head to look at the sky. You couldn’t help but squirm again, feeling a desperate urge to breathe in her scent.

You sighed. “So, what do we do now?”

“Hell if I know,” she replied, looking back at you. “I thought you were stuck up like the rest of your prissy friends.”

“Not when I’m around you,” you admitted, barely above a whisper. “You make me feel…different, somehow.”

“I could make it much worse for you, you know,” Robin replied, a smug grin reaching her lips as she stepped closer to you. “All you have to do is ask.”

“Please—”

“Actually, no,” Robin interrupted, fingers inching towards your hip. “You should beg.”

“Please,” you said without hesitation. “Please, Robin. I need you.”

Robin knew she shouldn’t. And so did you. But there was just something there, pressing against your chests as Robin pressed you against the brick. And when she kissed you the first time, you nearly whined in contentment, mewling softly against her mouth.

That kiss left you feeling desperate, eager for her to show you more. However, Robin wasn’t going to chase you, forcing you to take matters into your own hands. You sought her out one night after practice, pulling her into the equipment room outside the gym. Backing her body against the door, lips meeting once you heard the lock click into place.

“Just couldn’t stay away now, could you, baby?” she mumbled against your mouth, pulling a soft whine from you as she nipped at your lower lip. The noise caused her to laugh softly.

“I want you, Robs.”

She hummed in response, letting her lips trail across your jaw. “Want me how?” she prodded as the tip of her nose skimmed along your collarbone, rendering you utterly speechless.

“Show me,” she breathed, further stealing the breath from your lungs as she kissed you deeply. Taking control as she flipped your positions, enclosing you against the door.

You’re pliable under her soft touch, guiding her fingers up and underneath your pleated skirt. The blue of her irises nearly swallowed whole by her pupils as she gazed at you hungrily. That look ignited something within you, feeling emboldened as you reached forward to undo her pants. Exploring each other in a way that was unfamiliar to you, her skilled fingers helping to guide you with ease.

After that, it was just your little secret, with no one being the wiser. Why would they? You were on the opposite ends of the food chain, fractured by the Hawkins High hierarchy. Leaving little glances across the cafeteria, brushes of your fingertips in the hallway as a secret reminder of what you two had. It didn’t hurt that you could sit in class, practice, or even the shower and think about how they’d brush against your breasts later.

Of course, you couldn’t help but wind her up whenever you could be overheard. As she would gladly put you in your place in private.

But you knew as she approached you on the field with that familiar glint in her eye— you were really in for it this time.

“What’s so funny?” Robin asked, removing her gloves. You let your eyes linger on her fingers for a moment as she gripped the leather. Quickly shifting your gaze elsewhere as you pressed your thighs together.

Something the blonde didn’t miss. Holding back a smug smile as she looked between the three of you.

“You’re just such a loser,” Carol snickered, snapping her gum between her teeth.

Heather joined in with a giggle. “Yeah, maybe you should look into joining the t-ball team. Seems like a much better fit for you.”

Heather knew she struck a nerve, pleased with herself as Robin’s jaw clenched in anger.

“Oh, yeah?” Robin said, ready to egg her on. “And what do you know, Holloway? I’d like to see you do something other than shake your ass at Billy Hargrove during games. Don’t you find it pathetic how desperate you are for his attention?”

“Oh, fuck you,” Heather snapped back. “As if you are getting any. No one even knows your name.”

“You’d be surprised,” Robin replied, her eyes shifting towards you as if on instinct. “You know, I don’t recall ever seeing this one with a guy.”

“You better get back to that pitch before you strike out, Buckley,” you bit back, shooting her a warning look. “Again.”

With a shake of her head, Robin glanced behind you at your “friends” before scoffing and turning. But not before she took her cleat and scuffed up dirt onto your shiny white sneakers.

“Oops.” She laughed, giving you one last look before walking away.

Not missing a beat, Heather turned to you with a bewildered expression. “You know her name?”

You raised an eyebrow. “It’s on her uniform.”

“Oh— right,” she murmured, the conversation quickly forgotten as they discussed their plans for the night: yet another kegger at the Harrington residence. It was something you definitely weren’t interested in attending.

Though they begged you to join them, you merely shrugged and told them to go without you. They didn’t even blink before heading off, their laughter fading as quickly as it started. But you soon found yourself lost in the chatter of the crowd and the roar of the umpire.

You decided to move up, leaning against the chain-link fence, pom-poms thrown to the dirt as you watched your girl stepping up to bat again. The score had been tied, this being Hawkins High’s last chance to win the game.

As always, Robin found you again. She gave you a wink before you heard the sharp crack of the bat. You gasped along with the crowd at the sight of the ball shooting through the sky and into the parking lot.

You couldn’t help the loud cheer erupting from your lips, clapping along with the crowd as she sprinted through each base with ease. And as she slid into home and was declared safe, her eyes met yours. They followed you as she picked herself up, sweat dripping as she removed her helmet. Shaking her dampened hair out with a wide grin.

There was no longer anything inside you that beckoned you to be malicious. You could feel a swell of pride inside you, wanting nothing more than to show her just how incredible she was. How much you cared about her…and you planned on it.

Her teammates were quick to surround her, lifting her up onto their shoulders as the crowd continued to cheer. Robin was clearly embarrassed by the sudden swarm of attention, her cheeks beautifully flushed as they carried her across the field. Soaking in the glory for a few more moments before they were called to line up, shaking hands with the opposing team.

But as everyone began to clear out, you noticed Beth Wildfire hanging back, laughing near the dugout with Robin. As you moved closer, you could make out the way Beth was checking out Robin’s ass as she bent over to grab her glove.

Robin lifted her head slightly, noticing you making your way over.

“Nice win, Buckley,” Beth said, popping in a piece of gum. “We should go out and celebrate.”

“Oh, yeah?” Robin asked, a devious smile on her lips as she rose. You couldn’t stop the jealousy beginning to surface. “You think we should invite the team?”

She was making you work for it, wasn’t she?

“Actually, I thought maybe you and I could—”

“Hey, Robin,” you said, directly in Beth’s line of sight now.

Beth gave you a look, clearly annoyed by your interruption.

Good.

“Hey,” Robin greeted. “What’s up?”

“You still need that ride?” you asked, clutching your pom poms tighter in your fists.

“I’d almost forgotten,” Robin replied smugly.

“Well, uh,” Beth said, taking a step closer to Robin. “I could always take her home after heading to Benny’s.”

“No, that’s alright,” you said curtly, faking a smile as you also took a step forward. “I think I’ve got it from here.”

You and Beth exchanged glances before her eyes widened, flickering between you and Robin who was only looking at you. Beth said nothing, opting instead to give you both a quick nod. But the clear disappointment on her face brought you more joy than you cared to admit.

“I’ll see you later, then,” she said. “Again, nice win, Buckley.”

Even as she walked away, Robin never broke eye contact. “Thanks, Beth,” she called out, a grin widening on her lips.

“Ready to go, mon chéri? I’m starving.”

Hook, line, and sinker.

And that’s how you ended up here, your legs draped over Robin’s shoulders as her tongue circles over your clit. One hand buried in her hair and the other clutching onto the chain link fence behind you. Her blue hues never leave your face, taking in each and every reaction she pulls from you.

“You know, you’re pretty cute when you’re jealous.” She grins, flicking the tip of her tongue over your swollen clit. Enjoying the way your body twitches with every motion.

“I wasn’t jealous.”

You breathlessly try to deny it, but you both know you’re lying. Once again letting your pride get in the way, prompting Robin to remove her tongue from your center.

“No— Robbie, please,” you whine as she pulls away fully, resting her cheek against your inner thigh as she continues to slowly thrust her fingers inside you.

She revels in the way your walls grip tightly around the digits, almost as if you’re trying to keep them trapped inside. And as much as she loves feeling you, she loves making you beg even more.

So she slips her fingers out of your dripping cunt completely. Standing up to hover over you as she brings them to your lips.

“Please what, princess?” she taunts, her fingers now slipping into your mouth. Your tongue eagerly swirling around the digits until they’re devoid of any trace of you.

Robin removes them just as fast, trailing the saliva-coated digits down your jaw until they wrap around the base of your throat. “Answer me,” her harsh tone only further dampening the area between your thighs.

“Please don’t stop,” you plead without hesitation, rocking your hips up against her thigh. A look of desperation flitting across your features as you clutch onto her shoulders.

“Aww, you wanna cum, pretty thing?” Her tone is laced with condescension, finding yourself nodding almost frantically as you gaze up at her.

“I don’t know, baby… you were pretty mean earlier.” She paused, a small pout forming on your lips as she traced over them with her thumb. “You think you deserve it?”

You nod as if on instinct, whining as she pulls away from you completely. Rising to her feet once again, grabbing your hands and pulling you up off the bench. Your breasts press together as she whispers softly in your ear, “Prove it to me, then.”

You eagerly reach for the buttons on her uniform, tugging the zipper down. Impatiently yanking her pants down over the curve of her ass as you take back control.

“Sit,” you demand, resting your hands on her shoulders. Coaxing her to take your previous position on the worn bench.

“So bossy,” she teases, gripping your hips as you swing your leg over her thigh.

Taking a seat as you slip your fingers past the elastic of her underwear, moaning at the wetness you find there.

“This all for me?” you muse, your thumb brushing over her bundle of nerves with ease now. Having become quite familiar with every inch of her body over the last three months.

“I mean… Beth was looking good tonight—”

You cut her off with your mouth before she has a chance to finish her sentence. That surge of jealousy coursing through your veins as you kiss her deeply.

“She can’t have you,” you mumble against her mouth, before taking her lower lip between your teeth and tugging. “You're all mine.”

Robin curses softly as you begin to grind your hips against her thigh, slipping two fingers into her awaiting heat. Pumping them in tandem with each rock of your hips, as she mewls against your mouth.

“Please.” Now she's the one doing the begging, despite your hips continuing to grind down against her thigh. The mixture of her saliva and your juices making a mess on her bare skin.

You giggle softly as you increase the pressure on her clit with your thumb, burying your fingers deeper inside her. “Say it again.” She moans as you attach your lips to the base of her throat.

The blonde tilts her head back to expose more of her neck as you greedily suck on her flushed skin. A feeling of pride washes over you as you leave blotches of red and purple in your wake.

“You’re mine, Robin.” Your tone is overly possessive, enjoying how her body trembles beneath you. Your words being the thing to finally send her over the edge as she pulls your face back up to crash her lips against yours.

Her fingers dig harshly into the skin of your hips, encouraging you to keep grinding on her thigh. Lifting her leg to increase the pressure on your core. “That’s it… such a good girl.”

She pulls back slightly to watch you with hooded eyes, lips lifting in a genuine smile.

“My good girl.”

Her words elicit a bigger response than either of you expected, your thighs tightening around her own as you loudly cry out her name. Her hands continue to guide you along her thigh, working you through each wave of euphoria that crashes over you.

You’re both panting as you begin to come down from your highs, nuzzling your face in the crook of her neck. “Wow,” you breathe out, lightly tracing over the darkening love bites on her neck.

“Jeez, I think the whole town heard you,” Robin teases, running her fingers along your back.

“Well,” you start, pulling back to look at her. “I’m just trying to congratulate my girl on her big win.”

“Your girl?” she teases.

You bite your lip, trying to hide your smile. “Mhm.”

“Admit it,” Robin says, lifting her eyebrows, eyes tracing the lines of your face. “You were jealous.”

“Maybe I was,” you finally admit, earning an amused smile from her. “But I don’t think I have to worry about anyone else.”

“No?”

“Mm-mm.”

You press a quick kiss to the corner of her mouth before standing, helping her to her feet. Leaning back against the fence as she wiggles her pants back up over her hips.

Robin is still fastening the buttons as you walk out onto the field. Her eyes follow your figure as you reach the pitcher's mound. A fond look falls over her features as your eyes flutter shut, letting the last glow of the setting sun soak into your pores.

Feeling the weight of her stare, you turn back around. Flashing her a beaming smile as she finally reaches you on the field.

“So… Benny’s?” you ask, twisting your skirt back into place. “I’m actually starving now.”

Robin looks at you in utter disbelief as she places her hat back on her head, the brim facing the opposite direction. “Wait, you’re serious? What if someone sees us together?”

You can’t stop the giggle that leaves you, now closing the few feet separating you from her. Cupping her face in between your palms as you press another kiss to her lips.

Right in the middle of the open field.

“I told you,” you say, louder this time. “Let them see us. I don’t give a fuck anymore.”

You slip your hand into hers, lacing your fingers as you begin leading her towards your car. A sight to see, her bat and glove in her unoccupied hand. Your pom-poms in yours.

“You were still an asshole earlier, you know that?” Robin says.

As you share a laugh, you swing your intertwined hands back-and-forth. You’re practically skipping as you pull her along, light-hearted and winded.

“And you ruined my sneakers,” you counter. “Are you gonna clean them for me?”

“Only if you’re good, mon chéri.”

“I think I can manage that,” you reply as you venture further into the twilight. “At least for a little bit.”

tagging some moots 💕

@xxbimbobunnyxx @babygorewhore @impmunson @voyeurmunson @eddiesxangel @taintedcigs @strangerstilinski

#the freak writes 🫧 #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x you #robin buckley x female reader #robin buckley x y/n #robin buckley smut #robin buckley fanfic #robin buckley fic #softball player!robin buckley #robin buckley x cheerleader!reader

[jordie-gvf]

baby talk, josh kiszka

word count : 1.4k+

warnings : mentions of pregnancy, baby fever

Ever since you were younger, you knew you wanted to be a mom. You always gravitated towards children and both you and Josh have soft spots for kids. 

The past few weeks, you and Josh had been talking about starting a family. You were financially stable. He didn't have any upcoming tours, so you sat him down and talked to him about it before bed.

“Josh, before we go to bed, can we talk about something?”

He mumbled out, “mhm,” minutes away from falling asleep.

You started talking to him, “You know it's been my dream to be a mom,”

“Mhm,”

“Can we try?”

All you heard in response were snores coming from his mouth. You figured you'd mention it again in the morning.

You woke up to the sound of your little sister coming into your house. She was dropping her son off while she went to school. You got up and went downstairs. 

Natalie walked into the living room and put his car seat down on the couch and you unstrapped him. You held him in your arms and he put his head on your shoulder. She thanked you and left to go to school.

It was around 7:30 AM, so Josh was still asleep. You made him a bottle and sat with him on the couch while he ate. Once he was done, you burped him and held him close to you. He ended up falling asleep on your chest, so you changed him into warmer clothes, then placed him on the ottoman with a blanket.

You made chocolate chip pancakes and cut up fruit. Josh came downstairs as soon as everything was done.

“Sorry to leave you, but I have to go to the studio.” he said and walked straight out the door. No kiss, no hug, no good morning, he just left.

After you ate and cleaned up, you sat on the couch with Reese and thought to yourself. 

Is this what it's going to be like?

Will the studio come in between him and his family?

Will you be solo parenting everyday?

Would he even be present for milestones?

First steps? First word? First birthday?

You shoved these thoughts to the back of your head and picked Reese up off of the ottoman. You had a car seat in your car, so you decided to go spoil him. 

You drove to Buy Buy Baby and put the cart cover on the cart for him to sit in. You walked around the store and got him some more clothes, stuffed animals, binkies, and bottles. You contemplated getting a crib, your guest bedroom was empty, you figured you could make your nephew a room. You found a good quality crib and a chest of drawers. You grabbed crib sheets, a few blankets, diapers, and some bath time toys and supplies.

You went to check out and the employee said to you, “How old?” 

“Four months! He's getting big,”

“He looks just like you,”

“Funny, he's not mine. This is my nephew!”

She laughed and handed you your receipt. You had a team member help you bring out the crib and chest of drawers.

You went home and saw Josh’s car in the driveway. You pulled in and called him, asking if he could help you. He brought in the crib and chest of drawers for you, while you grabbed the bags. 

You got Reese out of the car seat and brought him back inside. He started getting fussy so you asked Josh if he could make a bottle for Reese. 

“I don't think he's hungry, maybe he's just tired.”

“Can you make him a bottle,” you said, sounding desperate but also annoyed. He walked over to the kitchen while you changed Reese’s diaper. Josh brought the bottle over to you and asked, “Can I feed him?” 

You nodded and handed Reese over to him. He held Reese correctly and started to feed him. You told Josh you'd be right back, as you couldn't handle Josh holding a baby. 

You went upstairs and sat on the bathroom floor. You held your head in your hands and started sobbing, you just wanted a baby. After a few minutes, you could hear Josh’s footsteps coming up the stairs. He knocked on the bathroom door and said, “Mama? Reese is sleeping. Where should I put him?” 

You stood up and opened the door, keeping your head down. “Here, I will take him.” you said and held your arms out. Josh noticed your broken voice and said, “Hey, hey. What’s wrong?” 

You walked past him into the bedroom and sat down on the bed. He followed suit and sat right next to you.

“I just want to be a mom.”

“You are a mom, we have the fish.”

“A mom to a tiny human.” 

“Oh.”

You could tell by his voice that he was weary on the subject. He handed Reese to you and went downstairs, not saying anything else. You laid down and put Reese right next to you. He curled up to your side and fell right back to sleep. You watched TV for some time and slowly drifted off to sleep. 

Josh was nudging you awake, telling you that Natalie was here. Josh grabbed Reese from the bed and brought him to his mom.

You slowly got up and went downstairs to tell Natalie that you spoiled him. “I got him some clothes and shit for our house, so whenever he's here, he is taken care of. I bought him a crib and drawers, so he has a place to sleep other than the ottoman. I bought bottles, diapers, clothes, binkies, blankets, and stuffed animals.”

“Jesus! How much did you spend?” Natalie asked you, reaching for her wallet. She tried to hand you $100, but you refused and pushed her hand away. She thanked you for everything you did for her today, and went back to her home.

You closed the door and saw Josh on the couch, staring right back at you. “You know, I heard you last night.” he stated, taking you by surprise.

“Okay,” was all you said to him, and you walked into the kitchen. He followed behind you and said, “I agree with you. I think you'd be a great mom. I just don't know when the right time will be.”

“I think we are ready now, we are financially stable. Natalie is graduating in a few months. We can do it.”

“I don't know. I still have tours coming up. Songs to record.”

“Music tops family?”

He was silent after you said that. You nodded your head, his silence confirming your answer. You walked into the guest bedroom and went to put the crib and the drawers together. You closed and locked the door, not wanting to see your boyfriend right now. 

You grabbed the tools they came with and pulled the neutral crib sheets out of the bag. Thankfully, the room was white eggshell, the umber crib sheets fitting into the room.

Once you had the chest done, you put all his clothes and blankets into the drawers. Thankfully, it had a changing table attached. You stocked diapers and wipes into the shelving. 

You opened the crib box and took everything out. You put it together and added the crib mattress into it. You put the sheets on it and grabbed a heavy chunky knit blanket over the side of the crib. You placed a few stuffed animals onto the bed itself and took a few steps back, admiring your work. 

By the time you finished, it was dinner time. He might have pissed you off, but he's still your boyfriend. You walked around the house looking for him. You checked the bedroom first, nothing. Then the bathroom, nope. You heard singing from downstairs and followed the voice of an angel into the kitchen. 

There he was, over the stove, cooking dinner. He turned around and said, “Hi, Mama.” You walked over to where he was and gave him a hug. He hugged you back and held you for a few seconds. He kissed your head and said, “I’m making your favorite, chicken nuggets and mac and cheese.” 

You smiled into his chest and pulled away, giving him a kiss. You walked over to the kitchen table and sat down in your respected seat. When everything was finished, he brought over your plates. On your plate sat dino nuggets and homemade mac and cheese, two of your favorite things to eat.

He grabbed your hand as the two of you sat there and ate. When you both finished eating, you stood up and grabbed the plates. You walked over to put them into the dishwasher, but Josh came up behind you.

He lightly kissed the shell of your ear and whispered, “Let’s go make that baby.”

#josh kiszka x reader #josh kiszka fic #josh kiszka fluff #josh kiszka #josh gvf #greta van fluff #greta van fleet fic #greta van fic #gvf fic

[giggly-squiggily]

Amazing, Showstopping, Glamorous Blue Lock Headcanons That Are Definitely True Ego Told Me So #1

Inspired by a friend and I yelling about Blue Lock lately. Some of these are yours, friend. Thank you for contributing to my madness :D

Don't now if I'm gonna make a part 2 but eh? We'll see where my next fever dream takes me.

Isagi un-ironically Naruto-ran throughout middle school. He thought it made him look cool and increased his speed. One day he was full blown running across the soccer field and took a heavy nose dive- breaking it. He stopped doing it after that.

Raichi's playlist is entirely made up of early 2000's/2010's pop hits. I'm talking Britney Spears, Destiny's Child, Ariana Grande, and his queen herself- Lady Gaga. Knows all the songs and dances and performs them at 2 am in the Blue Lock cafeteria when he thinks no one's up. Has been walked in on multiple times.

Chigiri has a very specific set of bookish characters that if their name is even referenced he will throw hands. You wanna see this soft spoken shy princess swear up a storm? Drop a name. "Hey Chigiri, who's Gale Hawthorne-" "Don't you ever speak that bastard's name in my presence again."

Kunigami loves All Might from My Hero Academia. He's not at the collector level Deku is in the show but he'll quote the Number 1 Hero ("Former-" "We don't talk about the other guy, Isagi. There's only All Might"). Only Isagi knows what he's saying; everyone else has heard "Plus Ultra" but doesn't really get it.

Bachira is a fantastic artist. He gets it from his momma and it shows! He likes to draw the monster a lot, but he has drawn everyone in the room at least once. Whenever he draws his friends, they'll have little decorations associated with them. (Kuni's got a cape, Chigiri's got a tiny crown, Isagi has his own monster.)

Nagi can do the worm. He does mainly when he's already on the floor and is too lazy to stand, so he just kinda wiggles over to wherever he needs to go. No one knows where he learned it but it's absolutely hilarious to watch.

Sae speaks fluid Spanish from his time in Spain. This comes very apparent after Shidou pissed him off so badly he chewed him out in it. The mentioned man finds it really sexy, even if Sae's calling him a "Colossal hemorrhoid I have the displeasure of having stuck up my ass."

Despite his love for Horror games/movies, Rin is beyond easy to jump scare. His argument is that in those settings he's prepared to get spooked. Bachira can be as silent as the wind when he wants to be, so accidental (and a lot of times intentional) spooks are common between them. ".......Hi Rin!" "FU-!"

Chigiri is a great singer but horrifically shy about it. He sings in the shower when he's sure no one is around. Most of the tunes he sings are ones his sister introduced him to- things like "Uptown Girl" and "Tiny Dancer"; but he knows a handful of newer ones. One time Bachira walked in on him. The dribbler told everyone he knew about it but Chigiri flat out refuses to sing in front of anyone so it's more a rumor.

Reo on the flip side is a horrible singer and refuses to believe anything otherwise. In his head, he is a god of vocals. In reality, he sounds like Toad from Super Mario getting tased in the balls. Nagi has learned the art of tuning him out, so he's no help in disproving Reo's false beliefs.

Gagamaru has been the resident bug catcher since the Blue Lock Spider Incident of 2018. He's the only one brave enough to gather them up in his hands and put them outside.

#Blue Lock #headcanons #brainrot hours #no spoilers unless you count Sae and Shidou being mentioned but nothing story/plotwise is dropped #isagi yoichi #bachira meguru #kunigami rensuke #chigiri hyoma #raichi jingo #nagi seishiro #reo mikage #rin itoshi #sae itoshi #shidou ryusei #gagamaru gin #I made myself laugh with these #thank you again to my friend (you know who you are) #You were the inspiration for these can't deny #ASGBLHCs

[denjirv]

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚Dream Boy˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

Who'd knew Chainsaw Man of all people would be the boy of your dreams? Or in fact be the one to save you from yourself

CW// Mentions of Suicide, Depression and Grief of family loss and a slightly suggestive ending. (At most reader is just on top of Denji ) Crashing waves against your feet you look out into the distance. There was always something so calming about the ocean and the smell of the salt water. The rough almost itchy feeling of the sand against your feet, you admire the sunset one last time before school starts. School without your parents being there to walk you. Not having to pose in front of the gate while you give your best genuine smile. The feeling of their embrace as they wish you luck on another school year. It’s times like these you wish younger you didn’t take things for granted. As you pick up your slippers back up you walk away from the shores as the night wind consumes you. Another day without them, another month of loneliness and a year of silence School started early. You woke up early only cause you barely slept, you put on your uniform and fixed your hair. You know your mother would’ve said something about the strands peeking out and helping you fix it. You grabbed your things before walking to the school. Everyone else had people they were talking to but you walked alone. You felt so disinterested in class. Twirling the pencil around your fingertips you yawn as you listen to your teacher explaining something to the class, the sound of chalk writing on the blackboard muffling more and more you get lost in your mind. It was only till the school bell rang that you woke up from your daze. Luckily it was lunch so you headed all the way back up to the school building. You stare down at the ground, it looks high from up here. You look through your bag but you realized how dumb you were, you forgot your lunch at home so the empty space where a bento box would be is gone You groan to yourself as you place your bag down and look out in the distance. The sound of your stomach growling filling the empty space of silence. As you were about to head off a boy tapped your shoulder. “Hey you can have this, I bought another steam bun without realizing it so you can have it!” The blonde boy with his sharp toothy grin looks over at you. His eyes were full of light contrasting to yours which were tired and baggy. You gently took the steam bun as you unwrap it, the design had the titular “hero” Chainsaw Man. You took a bite out of it which calmed your stomach down. “So what’s your name? I don’t think I’ve seen you around before” “Hmm? Oh it’s Y/N” You took another big bite out of the steam bun, it was really warm in your mouth and very filling. “Oh that’s a cool name! Hey, are you doing anything after school?” Denji looked a bit fidgety though. Like he was nervous, not to mention the red on his cheek was pretty much noticeable. “Yeah I’m free I guess…” You paused when you noticed his blushing. “Hey you ok? You got a fever?” “Wha- Oh yeah yeah totally fine! Yeah yeah hehe..” Denji’s face was starting to glisten a bit from the sun. A smile curled awkwardly. He looked away and scratched the back of his head. “Ok so maybe I’m just a bit nervous. It ain’t like I had talk to a person that hasn’t killed me before you know” “Say what now?” You tilted your head. What does he mean by that exactly? “Oh well, You know I'm pretty popular! All the ladies love me” Denji’s mood suddenly burst up as he kept on talking. “If you didn’t know, I’m Chainsaw Man!” You paused. For a moment you thought he was just a average schoolboy, oh no you’re wrong He’s a absolute loser “Uhuhh, well then prove it to me” You played along. Maybe it shouldn’t be in your best interest to play into this boy’s fantasy but whatever. It’s probably the last time you’ll be here and might as well do something new. “After school! Since you’ll be the first to see my greatness before everyone else” He had that toothy grin, that dumb, stupid, toothy grin. The one that screams an overly confident person that isn’t even aware of its own stupidity. “Count that as a deal then, ‘Chainsaw Man’” The bell rings on cue as you crumble the wrapper in your hand. “Well I expect greatness from you, don't disappoint” Even for a moment you didn’t believe him you smiled to yourself as you head off. “Can’t believe I really agreed on seeing a boy after school” You thought to yourself while you stared into space. You can’t really understand why but suddenly the room and surroundings have gotten darker. It was less vibrant than the last time you spoke to that strange boy. The day passes like a flash as the school bell rings and everyone has left. Packing your things you head down to the front of the school. And there he was. Chainsaw Man talking to that pretty boy of the school, The dark haired boy notices you as he nudges the blonde boy to look over. “Oh you’re here! See I was waiting for you the entire time!” He looked like a dog, if he had a tail it would’ve been wagging. “Yeah, you know I can’t miss this outstanding opportunity” Although being a bit sarcastic it flew right over his head as he grabbed your hand and started heading to where he wanted to take you. Turning around to wave by the tall boy he spoke to earlier. Your feet betraying your balance as you looked at him confused. “W-Where are you taking me?!” “To the beach! No one’s around there much but it’s the perfect spot” He turns to look at you. “Plus the cafe is closed already so why not!” Was he really gonna expose himself in front of you and a million people? But the wind blowing through his blonde hair was captivating at best. The golden hour of the sun was making him look almost handsome. But you shook your head as you headed over to the beach. “Oh here, I’ve been here before….” You look out at the ocean, the crashing waves and the very few people that were present at the beach. You look over at the boy as he takes off his shoes. “Having sand in your shoes sucks, now come on!” He started heading over to the shore. His figure getting smaller from a distance. You started to take off your shoes before heading down carefully. For the most part he was just goofing off. Kicking the water to you as you backed away, it was really cold and the fall weather wasn’t helping at all. But as he kept tormenting you kicked back and actually got on his pants. He looked up at you in surprise of your action “Ah- I’m sorry uh, I didn’t mean to-” But before you can apologize he suddenly starts laughing and kicks the water back to you. You get some on your uniform as you start to smile a bit more. Kicking and chasing as the water splashes beneath you two before Denji finally tackles you to the ground. He kept you there though as the two of you laugh Little did the two of you know a wave was crashing by as it consumed the two of you for a moment. Drenching you in the water but you were too distracted to care, too distracted to even get worried as you pushed him off of you. His blonde hair dripping wet and your hair falling over your face, you two helped each other up. “That was fun! You seriously gotta loosen a bit more” He nudges you playfully. You stifle a laugh. “Well it’s not like everyday some boy takes me away to the beach” You rested your head on your knees as the two of you sat and watched the view. “Well since we are alone, got anything you wanna ask?” He turns to look at you, hands propped behind him as he looks out into the distance. “Obviously first your name, and second…show me who you are” You glanced over at him waiting for a response. “I’m Denji Hayakawa! But if you really want me to show you my Chainsaw man form then hmmm” He looked up, fingers on his chin as if he was thinking. “Tell me something about yourself” You tense up, you weren’t all that interesting to begin with, you were just depressed maybe but that can't carry anything of value. “I’m uh….I like animals?” You even seemed unsure. “Well, people telling each other their deep dark secrets builds friendships! I’ve already told you mine so what about you?” You weren’t sure why, or what even made you say it but you spilled something that made Denji smile almost look blank. “I’m…probably gonna leave school tomorrow, or just leave entirely” Denji’s smile faded a bit. Sure sarcasm throws him off but that sounds oddly familiar. He didn’t know it yet but he’s been there before. He lets you continue on though. “If it wasn’t for today, I would’ve made a really big mistake” The sound of the ocean waves filling the air in such a dreary manner. “But, I’m glad you gave me that steam bum” stared off into the waves. Your expressions soften without realizing it. “I’m also glad you got my uniform wet and made me chase you around the entire time” Letting out a weak chuckle you felt yourself being pulled against Denji. It was his arm “My uh, my brother told me that sometimes people like to be touched when needing comfort” He looked down but instantly felt like he made a mistake. “Unless you don’t want me to! Then that’s fine” You felt his warm touch leave your body but before he can fully pull away you placed it back. “It’s fine, I…I really like it” You closed your eyes as you enjoyed his presence. “Well since you told me your secret, that means you can see my chainsaw man form” He looked down at you as you tilt your head up curiously. You looked really pretty from this angle though. “There’s a cord under my shirt, you can pull it and then I’ll transform!” You were a bit unsure though. So you move as you turn over to him. “If you say so, but I don’t like you sitting like this.” You suddenly pushed Denji on his back. Letting out a noise he looked over at you as you maneuver over to his lap, holding back a small chuckle at his deep red expression You felt his shirt and felt a cord and string. Lifting up his shirt you wrap a finger around the silver cord piece. But before pulling you leaned in close to his face. “You better be telling the truth to me, Denji” And as you pull the cord suddenly Vrrrrrrmmmm

#chainsaw man x reader #Chainsaw man #chainsaw man denji #denji x y/n #denji x reader #csm x reader #denji <3

[dramaphan]

God drama where do we even begin?

So! The Sims came back and dnp made Dil & Tabitha young again. Dalien is an emo teen now. Dab and Evan are going to get married by the end of the year. They decided their house desperately needed a makeover, so they bulldozed the whole thing and are planning to start from scratch in the new high school world.

Then after that spooky week happened. They played a game called "Don't Scream" where the objective is to well...not scream when the game throws various jumpscares at you. Dan grabbed Phil's hand after getting jumpscared and they replayed it not once, not twice, but THREE TIMES. They played Poppy Playtime, a weird indie golfing game, another indie horror game called Elevated Dread, Five Nights at Freddy's. THEN to conclude spooky week, there was The Baking video. Omg drama the baking video...it still feels like a fever dream.

So they baked spooky cinnamon rolls & Phil (dressed as the devil) convinced Dan to put on his nun costume. He completely LOST it when Dan came out. He turned bright red and was giggling like a schoolboy. Dan kept making it worse by flirting with him too. He ran his hand down Phil's arm suggestively, which already had Phil struggling to keep it together (God this sounds like a phanfic but I swear that's how it happened), but THEN Dan flicked his devil horns and Phil totally lost his cool and had to go squat down behind their kitchen island for a minute. Dan's ass cheeks were fully on display in several shots bc the dress was so short. Dan really leaned into the bimbo persona in the nun costume, and Phil embraced the himbo and as a result, they were the stupidest they've ever been. They don't know how to do basic math, or spell or know who discovered gravity, but that's ok bc they're hot. At one point they pressed up close together and made one of those "me and my partner saw you across the room" jokes and it was genuinely funny but also totally wild. Then the video ended with Dan stripping completely naked. I can't believe what I just typed either.

THEN when spooky week was done they came back with a video where they looked at a fan-recreation of their first London apartment in Roblox. It was nostalgic, impressive and incredibly creepy at the same time. Dan probably had to go lie down on the floor and think about his life choices after it.

THEN google feud came back. It was dumb as always. Dan called Phil cousin, so now I'm on cousin hill. They used the video as an excuse to bring back Dan vs Phil so we can look forward to that in the near future.

And THEN they dealt the ultimate psychic damage with the cat video, which you saw so I don't need to give you a summary. Queenusagi of Lazy Days fame designed their legalize catboys sweater, which is really cool. I love how they're commissioning phannie artists now, but also Why are they doing that?

THEN they went back into Roblox and looked at more disturbing creations that were probably made by some poor 12 yr old in 2018. There was a ladydoor room where the song was playing and it was II themed. They went into a room that had recreations of several of their most ironic moments throughout the years including the pinof tackle. To which Dan said "what are they doing honey? Wrestling.... they're wrestling..."

And that's what you missed on Dan and Phil. I probably forgot some things bc soooo much happened. But yeah Drama. it's been a weird and wild ride. Glad to have you back.

Okay first of all forget kissing you with tongue I am sucking you off for this. Second of all hey, what the fuck? And third of all I forgot all about the catboy comic did Phil ever fuck the cat

#I guess I have to go watch the baking video now FUCK #why did I log back in I could have had a peaceful evening

[music-my-beloved]

Please Please Me: A 16yo's (horrible) album review

I Saw Her Standing There 🧍: She was just 17 apparently! Honestly I reallyyyy like the song !! She's electric and vibrant. Uber catchy and is kinda adorbs ! I'm not 17 but I shall imagine that this song captures what it's like to be 17 in some way, shape, or form ( hopefully, maybe not idk ).

Misery 💧: uh, babe it's giving break up !!! If I made a song like this all I'd hear is "God stop wallowing in self pity and get yourself back up there !!" But sometimes people need a little time to rot in their feels and I think this song is great for that !!! It's not super catchy but overall I didn't hate it. Music doesn't need to be catchy to be good >:3

Anna (Go To Him) 💍: I LOVE ITTTTTT. Man, Anna's a meanie girl ! What she did was dirttyyyyyy 😭😭 but good on the guy for letting her go and be happy even tho he couldn't be,,,, it was so sweet !! Uh anyway yeah this song is so good. I love how longing and sad it sounds. It's like if Misery and I Saw Her Standing There had a baby. It totally fits the 60's I can see it playing at a dinner or something !! Also, Anna girl, give that ring back !! 😭

Chains ⛓️: Honestly I can see myself liking this song in the future (two or three weeks from now) and it's honestly a really unique take on love that I really like. His girl's got him chained down with the chains of love !!! Not in an oppressive and controlling way but she's got him locked in !!! He loves her so much, they're connected 😣

Boys 🤷: Erm. Gay Anthem?? Don't know what to think about this one I really don't know 😭😭 talks about 'em all the time I guess??

Ask Me Why ❓: It's so cute !! I can also see this one being played at an old diner. The do-wop sound is like, addictive and supperrrr catchy. Really like this song. Kinda reminds me of A World Without Love by Peter and Gordon !!

Please Please Me 🫵: Honestly kinda forgot about her ?? After the first listen it was like I just had a fever dream. But also that might have been because I was in the car with my parents talking and I could hear them through my headphones so idk you tell me :/ but now that I've relistened to the album while writing the reviews I love this one!

Love Me Do ❤️: Don't really jive with this one :/ it's not a bad sing but it just wasn't my cup of tea !! I feel bad saying that 'cause I don't wanna be the typical teen that "only listens to catchy, simple songs" but this one just wasn't there for me the way Please Please Me and Anna were 😭😭

P.S. I Love You 💌: ITS SO CUTTTEEEEE !!!!! Was this song a precursor to All My Loving like, directly ??? If it wasn't I probably look stupid saying that but whatevs. This song is like, old and faded is a really lovely way like,,, who writes letters anymore, it's so romantic!!! The simple guitar is like, really bleeding through to me for some reason idk good job George !!!

Baby It's You 💕: 60s came through with this one. She is PUNGENT. It's giving Runaround Sue !! This one just feels like a classic.

Do You Want To Know A Secret 🫠: Elementary school yard ramped up!!! I can almost hear the children playing and yelling in the background it's so cutesy. Overall a pretty good track. Wouldn't mind hearing it again !!

A Taste of Honey 🍯: Reminds me of a song i'd hear in Rango.. hmm. I don't like this song as much as I feel I should?? Didn't quite give with me, it's just another track I guess (idk this review felt mean 😭😭)

There's a Place 🏩: Its like an amalgamation of all of the songs in the album. I'm hearing baby it's you, please please me, and literally everything else idk it's so strange

Twist and Shout 🌀: This song is iconic. There's nothing I cans at that will add or take anything away. Might be a bit overrated idk it's just me . But it's uber high energy and I like it !!

More Reviews Later, Next Up: With The Beatles ..

#guys pls dont grill me i have literally no musical talent #im doing this for fun #dont hate me 😭 #the beatles #george harrison #john lennon #paul mccartney #ringo starr #album review

[selenitesdawn]

Babysitting

pairing : steve harrington x reader

warnings : none

summary : steve invites you on a date, which turns out to be not exactly what you imagined.

First person pov

No one, and I mean no one can ruin this day for me. Tonight I finally get to go on a date with the boy I’ve been crushing on since literally forever. Steve Harrington. The past weeks have been a literal fever dream. First, Steve finally seems to have gotten over Nancy Wheeler. Not that I waited for this to happen, but yeah I guess I did wait for this to happen. It just didn’t sit right with me. I mean, Steve has been on my mind none stop for what? 4 years? Nancy is a total douchebag for letting Steve go, plus she didn’t deserve him anyways. He is just such a sweet guy. Caring, attentive, funny. I won’t defend all of his past actions, he did act like a jerk back in the day. But people can change. So if someone deserves to go on a date with him, it’s most definitely me.

About three weeks ago, Steve randomly came up to me in school and asked if we’d know each other. Not gonna lie, that hurt a little. We’ve been sharing classes since primary school and I obviously always knew who he was. But hey, better late than never right. Besides almost shitting myself, the conversation went pretty well. In fact he seems to have grown as a person and my crush on him just kept growing equally. Since that day we’ve been talking on a daily basis. But until tonight, we never met up outside of school. Although I silently hoped for it to happen. Then yesterday, it did finally happen. He asked me out on an actual date. A non platonic actual date!

“Hey y/n!”

“Oh, hey Steve.”

“So, uh. I’ve been wondering, and it’s totally cool if you say no of course. I wouldn’t be mad or anything and it’s really just like uhm… it just came to my head that maybe.. and I mean, just if you’re cool with it-“

“Just say it Steve.”

“Yeah sure, uhm. I don’t know, would you want to go on a .. like a.. a date? Maybe? Like in a.. boyfriend and girlfriend do dates way? Not that I’m asking you to be my girlfriend! Just not in a friends way date you know. It’s totally okay if you don’t-“

“I would love to actually.”

“Cool! Great! I mean, that’s great. Tomorrow? I’ll pick you up at 7?”

“Sounds good to me.”

On the inside I was dying of course, but I think I played it off pretty well. Nevertheless, since yesterday I’ve been in a constant state of anxiety.

As I’m standing outside of my home, my legs start to get more shaky by the minute. I anticipated this day for so long. What if anything goes wrong? What if he doesn’t like me like that? My train of thought luckily gets interrupted by Steve pulling up in his car.

“What a beautiful night it is to meet such a beautiful human. Care to get in?”, he says smugly.

“You’re such an idiot.”, I respond while getting in his car.

As I sit there for what feels like forever without Steve saying anything, I start to get more and more nervous. I don’t know what to say, he clearly doesn’t know what to say and I can’t shake the feeling that something is going on.

“So uhm. About tonight..”, he starts saying.

Shoot. He’s going to tell me that he regrets asking me on a date. And now he’s trying to say it in the nicest way possible.

“Hey it’s okay if you-“, I try to say, but he interrupts me.

“We have to babysit.”, he admits.

What did he just say?

“What?”, I manage to speak out.

“I’m so sorry, but you know Dustin Henderson? He acted so weird today and he does stupid stuff sometimes, so I’m obviously just super worried about him and his friends and-“, he keeps rambling and rambling so I just sigh and accept my faith.

“It’s fine. Where are they?”

He smiles sincerely and immediately seems more relaxed. To be honest, this for sure isn’t my dream date. But it’s kinda cute that he has small friends and acts like a mom. And who doesn’t want a man that’s good with kids right?

“They are at the arcade. If that’s fine with you.”

“Sure, I’d go anywhere with you.”

We start driving to the arcade while loudly singing along to his mixtape. Now and then he acts like his hand is a microphone and puts it in front of my face, and honestly, it’s the cutest thing ever. When we arrive he gets out of the car and holds my door open.

“Thank you very much Mr. Harrington.”

“You’re more than welcome.”

When we get in I spot Dustin and his friends playing at the vending machines, seeming completely normal. Steve walks up to them and starts talking with Dustin. I can’t really make out what they’re saying but his little friends keep glancing over to me. I give an awkward wave and try to give the nicest smile possible.

“Y/n, this is Dustin.”, Steve says, pushing Dustin in front of me.

“Pleasure to meet you! I heard Steve already messed up your date, really sorry about that.”, he tells me.

“Hey it’s not my fault! You kept saying weird things through the walkie-talkie and then stopped answering me!”

“Well, did you mess with the frequency?”, Dustin asks.

“How do I do that?”, Steve questions.

“Did you play with the switch Steve?”

Steve stays quiet and exchanges looks between me and Dustin. I can’t help myself but laugh at the situation. Dustin shakes his head and pats Steves shoulder. He then returns to his friends.

“Okay, maybe that could have happened, I don’t really know how that thing works okay!”, Steve defends himself, shouting after Dustin. He puts his hands on his hips and gives me an apologetic look.

I nudge his shoulder and smile.

“While we’re here, i’m pretty amazing at playing pac man.”, I say.

Steve sighs and brings out a smile.

“I bet I can still beat you.”, he says confidently.

In the end we spend all night trying out the different machines and I beat Steve in almost every single game. He was pretty cool about it though, admitting that I’m just a better player. Now and then he would check up on Dustin, just to make sure that everything is alright.

When we drive back to my home, it is pretty quiet. But it is a comfortable silence. I notice Steve glancing at me now and then, looking away almost shyly whenever I turn to him.

“I really enjoyed tonight.”, he says as we still sit in his car in front of my home.

“I did too.”, I smile.

“Sorry about that babysitting thing again, I was just.. you know. Dustin does stupid stuff sometimes and I get nervous, since some stuff happened before. But you know, I’m really glad that you handled that so well and next time we’re definitely going to-“

Hearing him ramble again, I just can’t help myself but feel the urge to stop him from explaining himself. So I channel all my braveness and finally do what I’ve been dreaming of since years and years. I break his rant by pecking him on the lips. After that, he stayed silent.

“Oh god, I’m sorry. I didn’t-“, I start explaining, but this time it’s Steve who interrupts me by pressing his lips onto mine.

The kiss is tender and sweet. I feel myself melting into his touch, as he puts his hand on my neck and pulls me just a little closer to him as I was before. After our lips part, he grins at me brightly.

“Tomorrow at 7? Just me and you?”, he asks.

“I would love that.”

Just as I am about to get out of the car, he grabs me by my wrist.

“By the way, I did know who you were, when I first talked to you.”, he admits.

“What? You did?”

“Yeah, I just didn’t know what to say and I got nervous. So it just slipped out I guess.”

I start laughing and he joins in shortly after. He then lets go off my wrist and starts his car again.

“You’re such an idiot.”, is the last thing I say before he drives off.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #stranger things reader insert #stranger things x reader #dustin henderson #steve harrington x you

[oddygaul]

Godzilla Minus One

I’ve been going through something of a Godzilla crash course for the past year or so. When I was pretty little, I think I once rented a VHS of the original Godzilla from my local library. I don’t remember almost anything, but I think the themes and talking went over my head and I was mostly disappointed he wasn’t punching another monster. Then, I got a McDonald’s toy of the 1998 Godzilla, which was in my regular school backpack rotation for a while, and... that was about the extent of my experience with the guy.

Two of my best friends, though, are huge Godzilla stans who grew up watching just about every movie that’s ever released. After discovering my innocence, they’ve taken it upon themselves to educate me in his big scaly ways.

Most of these screenings were well before I started keeping this journal, so I don’t have deep thoughts on them. We started with Godzilla Against Mechagodzilla - wasn’t impressed by the robotic human characters, but Kiryu is sick as fuck, no getting around it. Next was Anno’s Shin Godzilla - as a lifelong Evangelion fan, I was really tickled by how much the entire movie felt like an extended, live-action Operation Yashima sequence, and the half dozen remixes of Decisive Battle were the icing on the cake. Final Wars, despite clearly being made by some folks who had just seen The Matrix and wanted in on that action, was exactly my kind of schlock and I honestly can’t wait to rewatch it. Tokyo SOS was kind of forgettable? …outside of the scene where the rival punches a fly out of the air one inch from someone’s face, which I now do weekly. And finally, All Monsters Attack was a wild fever dream of a movie; the plot is about a child vividly hallucinating Godzilla fighting giant crabs and shit in order to deal with his own growth and confidence issues, and that all works… exactly as well as it sounds like it would work. Overall, I’ve certainly enjoyed my time with the franchise, but it’s certainly in a more, I dunno, popcorny way.

So color me surprised having seen Minus One and being genuinely impressed on all fronts!

This is easily the most compelling human storytelling out of all the Zils I’ve watched. To be honest, during the long gap between Godzilla’s introduction and his reappearance in the plot, I got so fully invested in the characters and the story that was unfolding, it was a little jarring having a big monster show up. The emotional core of the story, based around a found family trying to find meaning in their lives in a devastated, post-war Japan, was genuinely engaging, well-acted, and absorbing. I guess Godzilla being there is what got my butt into the seat, but I honestly wouldn’t have minded a more grounded take on this scenario/era either.

I quite liked that Godzilla’s design in this movie felt focused around his aquatic habitat - he felt very lithe, crocodilian and deadly in the water.

Similarly, after spending so much time digging into the hopelessness felt at large by the citizens we see, and the widespread devastation of Tokyo after the firebombing, Godzilla coming in and attacking Ginza felt like a gut punch. Typically, in the Godzillas I’ve watched, at least, the moment where Godzilla finally shows up and wrecks shop is a moment for the audience to cheer. You recognize that the horror and destruction he’s wreaking is bad, of course, but for one reason or another the blow is usually softened tonally. In Shin Godzilla, for example, we watch plenty of montages of Japan’s well-oiled, calm evacuation plans being carried out, so we’re not worried as much about the human toll. In the more creature feature entries, like Tokyo SOS, these type of scenes are more WWE throwdown than human catastrophe - the city’s really just backdrop, and it’s time to get hype. Minus One even has some moments like this, in my opinion - the scene when Godzilla first engages the battleship and they cut off his iconic roar has strong “real done with your shit” vibes that make the film’s debut atomic breath a real crowd-pleaser.

But man, the Ginza scene? Absolutely devastating. Panicked, weary crowds, scores of people visibly trampled underfoot, the black rain calling back to Japan’s nuclear strikes… the entire scene is designed to be a nightmare, and I thought it was a powerful decision in a franchise movie to make the viewer squirm and wish the titular character hadn’t shown up at all.

“Godzilla, bro, look. My job? The job I’m working to feed this orphan who showed up on the doorstep of my dead parents' house? That job is shooting active mines out of the ravaged coasts of my country on a fishing boat at great personal risk to myself and my only friends. Did we really need this? Was this warranted? Could you just like, fuck off?”

Overall, I just can’t get over how strong the character work and theming was. There’s a lot of musing on the value of a life, survivor’s guilt, and people grappling with the aftermath of a lost war while figuring out how they can still make a difference in their community. In the opening scene, you can already tell from the conversation between the main character and the engineer that they both understand the war is over, and yet Shikishima carries guilt with him the entire movie about not committing the meaningless sacrifice his country asked of him. He’s absolutely wracked with guilt, feeling that he’ll be rejected by society for failing - and to a degree he is, especially in the first act. After that, though, time and time again, the movie shows a community coming together, refusing to let each other give in and succumb to guilt, and finding ways to rebuild their home and move forward on their own terms, rather than under the direction of a government that's abandoned them.

The standout scene for me was Shikishima’s trauma coming to a peak when he wakes up at night and questions if he’s been dead all along, wondering if his current life is just a hallucination. I feel like I’ve seen that exact scene or moment in other media before, but it always felt like empty words, unconvincing; here, the buildup and acting was just so stellar that I fully resonated with this broken man and bought every word.

#will's media thoughts / virtual brain repository #movies #godzilla #godzilla minus one

[trashbag-baby666]

Man Flu-Buck/Bucky

Summary: Bucky has the flu…again but Buck is there to make it better.

WC: 1,195

C/W: Mentions of throwing up and naked body’s.

MOTA Masterlist!

Buck was sitting at his desk working on his homework. Bucky was curled up in his bed mindlessly scrolling on his phone. The sound of Bucky's mouth breathing filled the room.

He hadn’t felt good all day and he made sure everyone knew that. Buckys was always vocal about his feelings and he tended to come down with man flu.

Buck jumped slightly as he heard Bucky let out his loud sneezes. They always came in threes and they could wake the dead.

“Woah there,” Buck turned in the office chair. Bucky was sitting himself up as he grabbed a handful of tissues.

“I hate not being able to breathe,” Bucky groaned as he felt his stomach begin to ache again.

Buck sighed as he stood up from his desk and walked over holding a hand to the other's forehead, “John you’re burning up, this is probably more than just the cold you say it is.”

“I don’t know,” Bucky swallowed as he rolled out of the bed fast dashing to the attached bathroom. Buck stood back up from the bed as he heard the sounds of Bucky's vomit hitting the water.

“Sh, it’s okay.” Buck sighed, rubbing his back as he sat on his knees next to Bucky. The brunette rested his head against the cold tiled wall. He felt absolutely disgusting, his breath hot and slimy. The taste of vomit still on his mouth as he pushed his curls from his forehead, “I’m going to go get you some water okay?”

Bucky only nodded before he felt the saliva rush to his mouth again and threw up into the toilet. He hadn’t felt good for two days now, today seemingly its at its worst. Anything he consumed that wasn’t water he couldn’t keep down. He had been sent home early from school and waited patiently for Buck to come home.

Bucky wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he tried to pull himself up with the counter but his legs ached. He’d been having body aches all day and sweating but shivering.

Buck came back with the water and saw Bucky with his back pressed up against the vanity he had a fistfull of the light blue rug.

“Feeling a little bit better?” Buck got on his knees as he cradled Bucky's face gently.

“Don’t breathe my air,” Bucky mumbled as he tried to duck away from Buck.

“Doesn’t matter,” Buck sighed as he held the cup up to Bucky's lips and helped him take a few sips, “I think you should take a shower, it’ll clear your sinuses. Might make you feel better too.”

“Can’t get up,” Bucky whined, “Everything hurts.”

Buck was familiar with Bucky and his man flu but this time. This was genuine and he could tell his Bucky was in pain. “I’ll shower with you then.”

He watched Bucky's cheeks heat up red and a small smile pricked on him.

Buck smiled to himself as he sat Bucky back up against the vanity and closed his bedroom door and then the bathroom door. He turned on the water in the shower, closing the sliding glass door. Buck tugged off his shirt then undid his belt kicking his khakis off to the side.

“Geez, at least take a guy on a date first.” Bucky smiled, his voice hoarse and barely audible.

“Maybe when you’re feeling better,” Buck smiled as he began taking Bucky's arms out of the sleeves of his sweatshirt. He pulled off his shirt and Bucky giggled as he poked his side causing him to laugh.

“Stop,” Bucky snickered, slapping Bucks hand away. Buck shook his head with a smile.

“Can you get your own pants off?” Buck asked as he pulled the fluffy socks off of him tossing them to the side with the puked on sweatshirt and shirt.

Bucky nodded as he hooked his hands onto the waistband and tugged them off with his boxers.

Buck had to remind himself that now was not the time to be hot and bothered by Bucky's cock.

“I’m so cold,”

“Just give me a second,” Buck stood back up, sliding off his briefs and getting two clean towels out from the shelf and hanging them up.

Bucky was in his own state of a fever dream, he felt like he was looking at an angel.

The way Buck's hair darkens as it gets wet,his blue eyes stare down into his. He basically drags him onto the floor of the shower and propped him up against the wall. He wanted to make out with Buck but he couldn’t get him sick, he had perfect attendance.

Buck sat down next to Bucky on the floor of the shower. Both of them had their legs scrunched up, “Are you comfortable, John?”

“Jus’ fine, Gale.”

“Hush,” Buck chuckled as he pumped some shampoo into his hand and gently began to massage it into Buck's hair. It had been a few days since Bucky's last shower, he would come home from school and sleep until he had to go again.

Buck grabbed the detachable shower head and pulled Bucky between his legs.

“Tilt your head back for me, sweety.”

Buck gently rinsed the shampoo from his hair then repeated with the conditioner.

Bucky struggled brushing his teeth without gagging but after they got his body washed. Buck dried himself before drying Bucky and leaving him in the warm bathroom while he got dressed and got Bucky some clean clothes. He ended up pulling off the sheets and putting clean bedding on messily then rushing back to the bathroom.

Bucky was sitting on the toilet lid, his head leaned against the wall, his brown grown out curls stuck to his face.

“Still warm?” Buck asked, feeling bad for taking a moment.

“Plenty,” Bucky took the red flannel pants and Boxers from Buck.

“Good,” Buck watched him to make sure he didn’t fall or get sick again.

Once bucky finished changing Buck took no time before he picked him up giving him a piggyback ride to bed. “Thanks,” Bucky smiled as he snuggled into the clean sheets and comforter.

“For sure, I put your dirty clothes into the washer.” Buck set the glass of water on Bucky's night stand.

“Will you nap with me?” Bucky stuck out his bottom lip and put on his puppy eyes. Buck so badly wanted to say yes and sleep till the morning pressed into Buck. But at the same time Buck had a big test to study for and he didn’t wanna get sick.

“I’d love to, but I gotta study and I’m gonna sleep in a spare room.” Buck frowned, “I’ll lay with you till you fall asleep though, roll over and let me be the big spoon since Curt isn’t here.

Bucky chuckled as he turned over onto his other side, excited to just feel Bucks' warmth on him. Buck took no time turning off the light and laying down next to him.

It took moments of Buck laying down next to him before he was conked out open mouth snoring.

Buck smiled to himself and kissed the top of Bucky's head.

#masters of the air #mota #bucky egan #buck cleven #gale cleven #john egan #high school au #not established #modern au #not beta read we die like men

[sidsthekid]

15 people 15 questions

thanks for the tag bud @crosbyism!!

1. are you named after anyone?

yeah but i don't like it. the plan is to change it someday, but there's some things i gotta improve about myself before i can...

2. when was the last time you cried?

a few days ago. i got 2am sad about things i thought i'd gotten over.

3. do you have kids?

no but every now and then the baby fever comes a-knockin...so maybe in the future

4. what sports do you play/ have you played?

sports were life for me!! i did soccer, horseback riding, swimming, volleyball, tennis. i also started to snowboard recently! but if life had worked out the way i wished it did, i would've stuck to horseback and joined a college team. i've loved horses since forever and the comfort they bring is something else.

5. do you use sarcasm?

penis

6. what’s the first thing you notice about people?

eyes and the way people talk, i.e. the sound of their voice & accent, maybe habits that they have in terms of how often they use a word (uh, like, etc.). but on the other hand, eyes!! very hard for me to resist the pull of a pretty pair.

7. what’s your eye colour?

brown! i used to feel meh about the color but i like them a lot more, now.

8. scary movies or happy endings?

happy endings. i saw the babadook once and that shit fucked me up real bad for a long time. i still can't really look into the darkness for too long or i start seeing things.

9. any talents?

music! i take to instruments very quickly and have what you might call perfect pitch (ew). same goes for my athleticism. my hand-eye coordination has always been pretty good and it makes it easy for me to jump back into things even if i've been inactive for some time.

except golf. i've always been ass at golf.

10. where were you born?

i was born in a place that i'll probably never see again! some teeny tiny suburb.

11. what are your hobbies?

i like to collect enamel pins! every where i travel i try to up a few. i also love doing pottery on the wheel, making pots and bowls. making lil animals to sit on my shelves.

i also love to ice skate and listen to music. and finally, i obviously very much enjoy reading fic and chit chatting about it with my buddies on here.

12. do you have any pets?

no but i fostered a cat once. he was my lil nutty angel.

13. how tall are you?

5 FOOT THREE.

14. favourite subject in school?

political theory. my favorite professor in the whole wide world completely redefined what it meant to study the topic and when i think about him and the classmates i had and the conversations and experiences we bonded over for too long, i definitely cry about it haha. man. i miss it.

i also really enjoyed studying american politics, specifically the history of conspiracy. i remember having to read 'the paranoid style in american politics' by richard hofstadter for a class and it was both parts fascinating and terrifying.

15. dream job?

i don't really have one anymore because i think i already got it. but obviously, things can change and knowing me, they definitely will.

tagging the below!! no pressure to do at all of course. it's all in good fun! :):)

@yippayappa@puckingembarrassing @capsvsducks @plethoriall @ellen-shame @robindrake13 @tangerwolls @georgievs @blackholesun @kylesdubas @cascara-soda @ceanspam @phdmama @dragooncroft @annieqattheperipheral

#ta da!! #happy friday i hope we get turnt to the sky like pumpkin pie this weekend

[nikatyler]

When you get this, list 3 facts about your favorite sim and send it to the last 3 people in your notifications ! Let’s get to know each other sims 🤍

I'm not even gonna try to think of how long I've had this sitting in my inbox, I'm so sorry 🙈

Well, I can't wait for NSB to come back, so how about I tell you a bit about this blog's next big sim, Moss?

1) Moss is pan and demisexual, but she doesn't really care about labels too much. I can see her stumbling upon the term pansexual as a teenager and going "yup sounds about right" and never giving much thought to it again. The demi part clicked way later though.

2) Is she a troubled kid? Yeah, you could say that. With all that's going on when she's growing up, she feels a bit like she's not given the attention she deserves. There's this thing with her mum Jesse becoming a host for the alien plant (the peach gen was a fever dream fr) and then there's also Moss's little sister Thea, who obviously being the younger one gets a lot more love, care and attention, or so Moss feels.

3) In high school, she was able to hack into the school system and then ran a small business. For a little fee, she would change people's grades to whatever they wanted. For a surprisingly long time, she went unnoticed, and even when the teachers realized something was going on, the full range of her actions was never discovered.

Thanks for the ask! I hope I'll get a bit better at answering these fast again 😅

#answered #ts4 #sims 4 #sims #the sims 4 #simblr #breeze nsb legacy extra #oc: moss

[muraenide]

It’s not often that he wanders into Mostro Lounge alone, but his excitement over the upcoming trip has reached feverish heights and the resulting restless eagerness does not allow him any time for patience. So rather than waiting for Silver or Sebek, he had decided to seek out Ashengrotto personally. 

“Ah, Leech.” He scans the room for any sign of Ashengrotto, but his gaze returns to the counter where Leech is quite clearly the only one present. “You were not whom I was expecting to see here, though I suppose this is only to be expected due to my impatience.”

“I came to discuss some particulars regarding Ashengrotto’s proposal regarding my gift to Noble Bell College. I must say I am quite impressed with his - hm?” He glances down as his boot crunches against the floor, his gaze following a trail of glass leading to the counter Leech is leaning against. 

“I see. There has been some sort of excitement within the lounge, hm? Perhaps a celebration of some sort? I cannot blame you. After all, it is quite the honor to be selected to attend the social. I am certain you must be most proud to have Ashengrotto representing your dorm in Fleur City.”

Malleus / @fireandfae

He and Floyd have just wreaked Mostro Lounge as they had promised before his brother strides out of the lounge, deeming he hadn't fully vented his frustrations. Jade remains behind. He sits idly at the counter behind the bar, fingers drumming the tabletop with more force than usual. It wasn't often that Jade got mad enough to throw things around, and even when he did, his anger dissipated oddly quickly. The wreckage around him feels like a fever dream, though every ounce of molecule in Jade knew what had happened, which part of Mostro Lounge he destroyed, which ones had been done by Floyd.

It's silly now when he thinks back about it. But because it felt like he'd released more than just his frustrations pertaining to this very specific event, Jade had not regretted what he did. His irises lift and his ears perk when he hears the sound of crushed glass. Slowly, he turns his head, drawing his sight towards the source of the sound: Mostro Lounge's entrance.

Oh, he hadn't expected Malleus out of everyone to show up here.

"How unexpected," He turns his body towards their guest. Malleus has caught him in one of the rare moments Jade isn't feeling like entertaining guests with formalities. He cared little to explain why Mostro Lounge looked the way it was — and better still if Malleus ever brought up the topic to Azul during their trip, Azul would know the twins meant what they said. "You've missed Azul by a heartbeat. He had just left after I packed his luggage."

There's no end to their pettiness when it really comes down to it. Sometimes, Jade wonders if any of these would change his reputation in the perception of outsiders in Mostrou Lounge. His temper wasn't his greatest enemy, and rarely did he feel the primal need to unleash it unto those who partook nothing in building it up, but it had certainly made him feel more like himself when he was still in the Coral Sea. A sense of fulfillment through reckless behaviour. It felt good.

"Excitement, you say?" Jade lifts a brow, amused. He's unsure if Malleus acknowledged the chaos had been all but the result of two eels rather than a cluster of people partying overnight. "Well, I certainly hope you are entertained. I hope you enjoy yourself at the Masquerade, Malleus. A little party in a foreign school can't hurt, can it?"

#fireandfae #𖦹 ⋆꙳ ⁄ ic. #𖦹 ⋆꙳ ⟡ ⁄ ᶜᴴ⁰⁰³ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇʀᴄʜᴀɴᴛ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴘᴛʜꜱ *:･ MAIN VERSE. #// jadevc: it cant hurt can it #// masquerade/rollo around the corner: 🙂🔪

[abeinginsand]

The Silent Protagonist Meets Two Flames Continuation of the Silent Protagonist Au ( part 1 ) Dialogue and more story rambles below

1] Taylor:

Lost my voice. Don't remember the fight...and I missed an (anime) episode.

2] Nick Flame:

Aw, kid, you look so much like your mom! Dad…uh Glenn, used to say I looked a lot like my mom too. I couldn't really remember her face myself but he showed me sometimes. He kept a little photo album under the bed. I'd sneak under there alot to look at it when he was at work. Sneaking around is super cool! I hid a few things at home…your home I mean, I could show you--

3] Nicolas Flame:

Now's not the time for a trip down memory lane, Nick! Look at our baby boy's face… Are you okay, Taylor? My Dad--Jodie--always stressed that its okay to cry and to talk to him about what made me upset. So I'm sure Cass--your mom would listen to you. And I know I…well we haven't been around but I am here now. I want to be. And if necessary, I can give a stern talking to any person or creature who hurt your feelings. Simply say the word.

4] Taylor: Huh!? A-Are these flames talking to me? They sound like Dad...

5] Nicolas Flame:

That's because we are your dad…fractured parts of him anyways. Sometimes a demon's spirit leaves its body during body reformation. But with us…well its complicated, a short version is that your dad's spirit is unusual do to past circumstances. So, when his…our spirit left his body it fractured into two parts. I am known as Nicolas and they are…Nick. We represent two major parts of Nicky. But no matter what, one thing is clear…we felt we must return to you immediately. To watch over you…

-------- Story Notes for Part 2: This takes place a week or so after that original scene in part 1. Taylor still can't speak and wonders if it may be due to the very obvious signs of neck injury. However...only he and his mom seem to be able to see his scar, horns, and tail. Cass seems to think his horns and tail are accessories at first--until Taylor manages to convince her otherwise... The doctor that came to do an in-house check up appeared to not see any of those. Instead, the pediatrician comments on Taylor's abnormally high body temperature. The doctor gives some fever treatment recommendations and is on their way. Apparently, with the mayor's entourage running amok--much of the health workers in the city were helping at the nearby hospital. So lines were even longer than they usually were...fevers were lower priority unless stacked with other concerning symptoms. His mom wanted him to rest but Taylor...tensed at the idea of sleeping. Feared what memories might be lurking in his dreams. At least he was comforted by the fact that his mom was fine with him trying to sleep in her room or (in the living room). No space under her bedframe or the couch for eldritch horrors to be hiding under. On another side of things, he's been using the fever and lack of voice as a reason to avoid school. At first he thought it was weird school was still going on--surely the place shouldn't be running. The principal was gone. Surely a school would be closed for a few days or something...they wouldn't just act like its another Tuesday! Someone died! This was contradicted quickly when his mom showed him a voicemail from the school's main secretary--asking him about his attendance. In that moment, he got a dull headache as he recalled...everyone finding out Normal was still doing homework. They'd all known school was continuing this whole time, had been even after the principal died and had chosen to not do homework. Why had he forgotten that part? (Because it made him angry. Because it made him feel so.....)

Besides, Taylor couldn't remember what expression his...friend? ex-friend? made the last time they were near each other either. It was weird. But, there was the group chat and his phone was charged. He could try and reach out? Yet, the chat log only showed the part about Scary leaving the chat awhile ago. No messages had been sent after that. Maybe the group chat was pointless from the beginning. He's dad had destroyed his phone once after all. Told him to not bother with making long lasting connections. If he'd gotten another one and just never shared the new number with the others... Taylor wouldn't feel so defeated right now looking at the 'no new messages' notice. The teen tries to pass the time like he used too--with anime of course or hanging out with his mom when she's not busy. He gets better at hiding the terror that takes hold anytime his mom leaves the house. A fear that she won't return one day. It has yet to happen but what does--is that she asks him to bring over some of her paperwork. To a recording she's doing across town. He manages that just fine--at least on the way to the building. On his way back, he swears he sees someone familiar. He runs away, back into the taxi, refuses to look closer to figure out the identity. Surely, this was the safest decision and he refuses to dwell on it. Now back at home alone, he heads back to the his bedroom to watch whatever is coming on that day. But he missed it apparently--by a few hours. It wasn't even his favorite show.. His eyes and the neck scar burn anyway and Taylor tries really hard to remember how to breathe. It sorta works after a few very long minutes and he rubs at his eyes, stuck in his thoughts. Until he feels heat brushing against his hair and shoulder and a familiar voice crowding the air--two of the same voice. His dead dad's voice? My thought is that Nicky's flame spirits are now his son's temporary familiars. They'll end up helping him and his mom through the au adventure. Basically helping jog Taylor's memory on what happened during the fight and learning more about his dad in general? Other note, atleast in terms of this AU, pronouns are as follows: Nicky: he/they Nick: they/them Nicolas: he/him Taylor: he/him (questioning--might incorporate him trying out other pronouns at some point) Cass: she/her

#taylor swift dndads #dndads taylor swift #cassandra swift #nick foster #nick close #nicolas foster #nicky freeman #dndads #dndads s2 #dndads au #dndads spoilers #dndads s2 spoilers #dndads headcanon #abeinginsand art tag #abeinginsand talk tag #originally this au was going to more of a very serious angst type idea but a lot of what I love about dndads is that it is a comedy podcast #so this is me inserting a little more 'silliness' (in the form of two talking flames...also the twist of taylor would normally be #thrilled by magical stuff--anime-esque stuff happening...but here those feelings are at war with all the other emotions--especially fear #dndads fic #fic writing #fanfic #abeinginsand writing tag

[aspiringtrashpanda]

🔥I’m Alive🔥

In the literal, physical sense, at least.

See below for a long ramble about my life and what I'm working on. No reason, really. Just felt like shouting into the void. 

Not like I'm a super popular writer or anything, but maybe some of you have noticed that I've kinda disappeared over the last few months. Long story short, I went back into restaurant management, despite such a position sending me on mental health leave a few years ago due to a lack of work-life balance and deep depression.

That leave + regional lockdowns during the early stages of the pandemic were actually what got me back into writing in the first place. I rediscovered a passion I had had in high school, and had since abandoned because I didn't have time to do anything other than work, and then partake in less than productive activities afterwards with coworkers... where all we would talk about is work. The restaurant industry is emotionally and mentally draining, my dudes.

So, I wanted a change. I moved back home and told my parents I wanted to focus on writing while I bartended part time. They were supportive at first, but when I wasn't pumping out original work quickly, they started pushing me towards full time work. Money is important, I get it.

Unfortunately, I'm not qualified to do much else other than manage fancy-ish restaurants and I am really good at it. So, I tried again, and dropped off the face of the universe. Sure enough, I was tasked with an inappropriate amount of responsbilities for garbage pay and I once again found myself letting my hobbies (which are very important for my mental health) slide. I left that restaurant and have taken another restaurant job that I start on Monday... It sounds like it will be easier to manage. Fingers crossed.

ANYWAY, that’s why I haven’t been posting or updating much. On top of that, I feel like I’ve lost a lot of inspiration for my current works. I’m so tired and drained all the time, and just thinking about my fics is almost overwhelming. It brings me down often - how am I supposed to enjoy life if all I do is work and I don’t have the time to do the things I love? I’m terrified of sliding into a deep depression again.  Thankfully, one fic lives rent free in my brain. You see, I’m working on a sequel to Crystal Clear - my fever dream of a Steven Stone/Reader fic that I wrote in like a month (the things I can do when inspiration takes me...). The thing is, I’m not sure if I will ever post it. 

I’m conflicted. I had an idea for a sequel as soon as I finished the fic. It would take place a couple months later and would be a fairly long, fluffy one shot with a happy ending to make up for the bittersweet open ending of CC. But then, I had a dream. 

Let me tell you, dreaming the continuation of a fic you wrote is pretty wild and super immersive (probably because the world and plot and everything is SO PROMINENT in your subconscious). It was nothing like the follow up I had planned, and something I really didn’t think I’d ever be interested in writing. When I woke up, I was left with a lingering feeling of confusion and loss and a bit of a “...huh.” The more I thought about it, though, the more it made sense. And then I started sitting down and actively planning it out and yeah, I feel like it flows so nicely with the other fics in the series, and carries over many recurring themes. If you look at the end of CC as “the bad ending” (because really, they made a choice, and it was probably not the best choice to make, albeit the safe one), I feel like the continuation is sure to reflect the regret and resentment that would build between the characters.  I decided to embrace the “reader” as an OC. I gave her a name. I solidified her story. She was already more a character than “reader” anyway, but crossing into the Steven Stone/OC fandom is kinda scary and I don’t know how this will be received. And not only because of that - the fic deals with some themes that are definitely not everybody’s cup of tea, and I’m scared of people who liked CC being like “wtf is this?” because it isn’t the continuation that they pictured for themselves as “reader”. Not to mention, there’s a significant time skip, in which the characters have changed and grown and developed. What if people think they’re OoC because of how I’ve interpreted their reactions to certain choices? I feel like these characters are no longer “Steven” and “Wallace” and “reader”, but different versions that live in a completely different world that belongs to me. 

I’m a few chapters in, and I’m really loving how it’s turning out. I think it might be my baby, my labor of love. And that’s why posting it and not getting much reception (or negative reception) for it terrifies me. But I also want to share something I’m proud of. And I know I shouldn’t be writing for other people. I should be writing for myself. But validation and praise are nice and they make me feel good and I DON’T KNOW, I’m just not sure what to do. 

It’s not like I need to decide now, anyway. I’d like to write some more chapters before I start (IF I start posting), so there’s time to think about it. 

So yeah. That’s my ramble. Thank you for listening, void. 

TrashPanda out. 

#rambling #aspiringtrashpanda #you dont have to read this #but if you do please let me know what you think #steven stone #i guess because id love the 2 cents of the steven fic fandom