#OH WE'RE NOT DONE OOPS

[melioristicbeast]

listen lubalin's i just need butter is a shower song don't ask me why, it just is yes even though there's literally a song about showering later in the album shh

been too long since i sillyposted, had to get it out of my system - song under the cut as always <3 If you have any teen wolf playlists please share!! always looking for new music!

Other music headcanon posts: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / My Stiles playlist

[kwillow]

will theo ever be happy

Maybe in another life.

[shitpost-it-tristan]

Every time I remember that Ralph Breaks The Internet is an actual movie and not...a fucking fever dream or some shit–

It makes me think of the Wreck-It Ralph Wii game and how it went from crisp to fucking crispy and deep-fried.

^ The first movie; gold. Beautiful.

THE FUCKING SECOND MOVIE? JUST—

[35mmproject]

Update

If you're reading this it means I didn't finish updating the blog in time and there might be a short break in posts while I finish that up. I think I've nailed down a much smoother way of running this blog that also expands on the tag system while severely cutting down on admin/behind the scenes time. It's taken a few weeks, even longer by the time this post lol but it will make things better moving forward.

Mostly I've been working on a master spreadsheet and formulas/scripts that will compile and draft posts for me based on the spreadsheet information, then I just need to go through the drafts, add whatever touches need to be done, and queue it up! (I am not an excel girlie nor am i a programming girlie which is why all this took so long lmao)

I've also got my hands on both new scanning software and an actual decent photo editor, so I can do quick edits both on my computer and my phone, and good, sellable edits on my computer. With the new scanning software I should be able to go back and re-scan the slides that clearly didn't scan correctly but I was too busy to fix the first time around. (June 10th update: fuck that new software. Keeps closing in the middle of scanning. Returning to ol' reliable Cyberview X)

Alongside all that I've also been working on updating the blog to the new, more consistent, tags. I have another spreadsheet that grabs all posts and let's me fix the tags, which I just copy/paste from the master spreadsheet when I have a bunch done, and then auto-fixes them in the post. So with that being said maybe...scroll back through and see if I've added anything to your favorite picture? I've been doing a lot of google maps hunting haha. Please validate me. Last note: please ignore the slight jump in photo ID's. We are now at the point where my first hard drive crapped out and I had to start a second so a wedding got cut in half and I'm waiting to see what I can recover from the first drive before posting that particular batch, so I'm skipping to the next one: China 1985. Anyways. Thanks for being here and reading this. Love you. Have a nice day.

[viperwhispered]

Hafsghdjdhhdjdjdgdh I-

I am not okay

And I'm very much not ready aaa

He's got his hair down and he's so cozy and the way he looks at you can I call those bedroom eyes I cannot even

SSR Jamil [Relaxing My Room] will be available on 11 September!

His card DUO is Ortho!

[merrinla]

More finds in the cut content. What's interesting is that this is post-game content. I don't know if these are pieces of DLC or an extended epilogue. Rook and Lucanis drink wine in a gondola. In one version, Lucanis refused to be First Talon and left the crows. The Viper arrives to Treviso to hire Lucanis to kill the local Venatori. The lines in the localization file are out of order. I've organized them as best I could, but I'm not sure if everything is correct.

The gondola scene

Rook: What are we celebrating? Revenge? Saving the world? Lucanis: How about a quiet moment? Rook: Is it quiet? Really? Lucanis: If it's not quiet, it's at least clear.

Option: If only the Antaam were gone. Rook: Treviso's beautiful. Too bad it's filled with Antaam.

Option: You're surprisingly romantic. Rook: Who knew you were a romantic? Lucanis: You bring it out in me. Rook: Yeah, yeah. I'm a bad influence.

Option: Let's not go back. Rook: Let's stay here forever. Lucanis: A little. Not forever.

Rook: What? No fancy glasses? Lucanis: That's Caterina's style. I'm more pragmatic. Lucanis: Well, more pragmatic than her anyway.

Option: Learn from your elders. Rook: There's nothing wrong with a bit of class. Lucanis: (Chuckles) I'll remember for next time. Rook: Oh yes. This is so pragmatic. Lucanis: I know.

Option: Casual's better. Rook: Less clean up. Rook: That's why we're having drinks in a gondola instead of the kitchen. Lucanis: Knew you'd understand.

Lucanis: Is it wrong? Enjoying ourselves while the Antaam terrorize our home... (Crow Origin) Lucanis: Is it wrong? Enjoying ourselves while the Antaam terrorize Antiva... Rook: Does it feel wrong?

(apparently Rook moved, causing the boat to rock.) Lucanis: Careful. Gondolas are more fashionable than they are stable. Rook: They're plenty sturdy. Rook: See. Nothing to— Rook: Oops? Lucanis: You were saying? Rook: Sorry. Lucanis: (Chuckles) Classic Rook. Rook: Classic Rook, he'll/she'll/tehey'll never change. Rook: I've made things awkward. Lucanis: I like this side of you. Lucanis: More wine? Rook: I saved the wine? Lucanis: (Laughs)

(Talon's version) Rook: How are you settling in as First Talon? Lucanis: There was some initial... friction with Caterina, but she got over it. Lucanis: She thought I'd do things her way and was surprised when I had my own ideas. Rook: Really? You'd think she'd be the most welcoming. Lucanis: No.

Rook: Have you spoken to Caterina or the others? Lucanis: Letters here and there. We haven't met since the party. Lucanis: I don't want to cut ties. Lucanis: But Caterina needs to get used to the fact that I'm no longer her heir. Rook: Are you used to it? Lucanis: I was never comfortable with the role to begin with. Rook: So, no regrets? Lucanis: (Sigh) Rook: It's a yes or no question, Lucanis. Lucanis: It's not. You've enough experience with regret to know that.

Rook: I respect your decision to walk away. Lucanis: It wasn't an easy decision. Lucanis: It was hard. Walking away. Rook: It was hard watching it. Lucanis: Let's not talk about me.

Rook: It's not an interrogation if you care. Lucanis: Why not? I've been thoroughly interrogated. Rook: (Snorts) Is that how it works?

Option: Your priorities have changed. Rook: You've changed your tune. Lucanis: I am. On what's important.

Lucanis: Rook. I owe you. For my life, my freedom.

Option: Consider it paid in full. Rook: That debt was paid when you helped us defeat the elven gods. Lucanis: No. That was a job. What you've done for me...

Option: I needed a mage killer. Rook: I had selfish reasons. Lucanis: Rook. I'm serious. Lucanis: Whatever your reasons...

Lucanis: The Venatori killed the man I was. Lucanis: You put the fight—the life—back into me. Rook: I... Thanks.

Lucanis: If you need someone taken care of... Just say the word. Lucanis: Your enemies are House Dellamorte's enemies. (Talon's line) Lucanis: Your enemies are my enemies.

Option: You make murder sound sweet. Rook: Awww. That's sweet. And scary. Lucanis: Of course those are the same thing to you. Rook: I was only teasing. Lucanis: How am I supposed to argue when you say things like that?

Option: I'll settle for friendship. Rook: Or we could just be friends? No killing required. Rook: I still care about you—as a friend. Lucanis: Didn't want you to get the wrong idea... Lucanis: We're still friends. Lucanis: If that's what you want... Rook: Appreciate it.

(non romance/friendship version?) Rook: Oh, I'm aware. Just haven't figured out what I want in return. Lucanis: (Chuckles) Lucanis: For a price. Rook: Not sure I can afford you… Lucanis: (Chuckles) I'll give you a fair rate. Rook: What happened to pro-bono? Lucanis: Like I said—a fair rate. (Talon's line) Rook: And you'll charge me... Lucanis: I'm not a Crow anymore. Rates are negotiable. Rook: Still sounds pretty Crow-y to me.

Rook: It's passed sundown. Lucanis: (Sighs) Rook: Time to go? Lucanis: I've business before we return. Rook: What kind of business? Lucanis: Competitive analysis.

Lucanis: Don't worry. I'll collect. Rook: Fun time over? Lucanis: I've business before we return. Rook: What kind of business? Lucanis: Competitive analysis.

Possibly lines from a subsequent quest.

Rook: Business at a Chantry. Not very Andrastian of you. Lucanis: What in our experience together makes you think I'm a good Andrastian? Rook: (Chuckles) Fair enough.

Rook: You sound like you have a plan. Lucanis: Always another mark. Rook: I take it the Antaam are the subject of this so-called analysis? Rook: Why do I get the feeling there's going to be less "analysis" and more stabby-stab? Lucanis: Keeps Wrath content. (Wrath is Spite's previous name?)

Lucanis: Viago said it'd be a fitting spot. Rook: You've proven it's a good spot for an ambush. Lucanis: And you're loud. Which do you think will attract the Antaam?

Meeting with Ashur

It seems as if Lucanis and the Viper were discussing their business, and then Rook came.

The Viper: If you don't trust my intel— Lucanis: I trust your intel and... Lucanis: Fortunate the Rook is here to save the day. Rook: The Rook can detect sarcasm!

Option: Ashur, you shouldn't be here. Rook: This isn't Minrathous. Rook: Ashur, if the Antaam find out you're here... The Viper: I've paid the right people so that they don't.

Option: You two make quite the pair. Rook: The Viper and the Demon. Sounds like a nursery rhyme to scare children.

The Viper: I was just leaving. Rook: Leaving so soon? Rook: You don't have to. Lucanis and I could show you the sights. Rook: There's wine tasting, Antaam assassinating, gambling— Lucanis: Rook. The Viper: Go ahead. I can afford it. Lucanis: (Grumbles.) Course you can. The Viper: You're ruining Rook's fun. Rook: Think about my offer.

The Viper: Should I pay now or— Lucanis: Just go.

Rook: What did he want? Lucanis: Some of us have work to do. Lucanis: It's about time I take care of things at home.

Rook: Who's the mark? Lucanis: Venatori who fled Minrathous after Elgar'nan's fall. Rook: That's why Ashur was here. Lucanis: He's the one who hired me to dismantle the Venatori in the first place. Lucanis: Might as well finish the job.

The most unclear part

Maybe it's related to the quest to kill the Venatori that Viper pointed out.

Rook: Can't take the huge door. Lucanis: The Venatori are inside. Strike from above and we'll take them by surprise. Rook: Above, eh? Rook: Good thing I'm not afraid of heights.

Rook: Not sure why Antivans even build doors. Rook: We never use them. (Crow Origin) Rook: You never use them. Lucanis: We're the Antivan-fucking-Crows.

Rook: We need to be cautious. Rook: If we're not careful, he'll kill the girl. Lucanis: Not if he's dead.

Lucanis: Focus on the self-important bastard. I'll take care of the rest. Rook: They're all self-important—and why do you get so many? Lucanis: Their predictability makes them easy targets.

Venatori: Two, four, six piggies come to slaughter. Venatori: Be grateful. Your meager existence will serve a higher cause. Rook: I'll show you a higher cause right up your— Venatori: (Grunts!) Venatori: Uh—God killer! Right he— Lucanis: Mage killer. Venatori: (Yells in pain) Rook: Lucanis! That's cheating! Lucanis!

Lucanis: Fucking Venatori. Rook: (Sigh) You can take the blood mages out of Minrathous, but…

[captainreecejames]

Down Bad || My Ex is a Footballer OP81 Edition

links [masterlist][my ex series masterlist]

summary it's time you date someone actually your age

pairings ex!andy robertson x reader, oscar piastri x reader

warnings not a good relationship with robertson, cursing

notes guys I'm not a liverpool fan so this was hard for me [kidding]. this took so long because I had trouble getting the dynamic right also I got a new job and working two places has not been easy but I gotta make money in this world.

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ynusername it's race week again yay!!! But I can't be with my boyfriend booooo

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username1 girl drop him!!!

username2 no boooo actually yayyy!!!

username3 shame she can't be with andy for the start of the season ↳ username4 girl be serious, season started almost a month ago and she was at every home game ↳ username5 yn is a diehard liverpool fan don't worry she was supporting her man

andyrobertson94 gonna miss you babe! ↳ ynusername miss you more!

alo_oficial excited !! 🩷

username6 yn I mean this in the nicest way possible, he's too old for you and he's not good

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ynusername 22 season recap! Thank you so much to Alpine for bringing me into the world of f1 and introducing me to some amazing people, I will always be grateful for the chance you took on me and have love in my heart for you! Now on to being at anfield 24/7 to support my man!!!

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username11 ahhhhh oscar!! I' m fine everything is fine

oscarpiastri have a good break yn! ↳ ynusername you too ossie!

username12 ossie??! i'm screaming i love it already. alpine why did you have to break up my bestfriends that i didn't know were best friends?

estebanocon gonna miss having you around yn! ↳ ynusername oh estie! i'll see you around don't worry.

username13 why the fuck is Andy not commenting? ↳ username14 cause he's a little bitch 👍🏼 ↳ username13 oop

alpinef1team we love you yn! ↳ ynusername gonna miss you babe

username15 damn Andy finally got what he wanted and won't even congratulate her on doing this job ↳ username16 I'm new here, what did Andy want? ↳ username15 he has publicly wanted yn to not work and basically be a housewife, also he's like almost 10 years older than her so it's like weird he wants her to be a kept woman

liverpoolfc we're ready for you! ♥️ by ynusername

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ynusername first half of the season done with my boss featuring ossie when he sees me sneak into the mclaren garage

oscarpiastri that's literally a lie I don't look like that when you come in ↳ ynusername then why do I have a picture of you looking like that??? ↳ landonorris gonna back him up on this one he does NOT look like this when he sees you ↳ username21 WHAT DO YOU KNW LANDO AHARE WITH THE CLASS

username22 guys not to be dramatic but there's been no Liverpool mention in months, I think she broke up with andy ↳ username23 DONR GET ME EXCITED

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ynusername sad that the season is over but happy I get a short break from being a full time Alonso Wrangler and part time student. Also lance is sad he hasn't been in a season photo dump so here have this

carmenmmundt 🩶🩶

lance_stroll wtf? ↳ ynusername 🫶🏼 ↳ lance_stroll I sent that to mari ↳ ynusername and she sent it to me ↳ mariloublg_ and I'd do it again ↳ lance_stroll DONT GANG UP ON ME

username34 TWO(2) OSCAR PICTURES? we're winning oscaryn truthers ↳ username35 we need him in the first picture now, no swiping is the next goal

username36 wait, yn are you in classes right now? ↳ ynusername I'm taking 2 classes right now remotely for my masters! ↳ username36 OMG you go girl! ↳ ynusername thanks babe

february 2024

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oscarpiastri delete this

landonorris HAHAHAH

alo_oficial working on getting her to realize

landonorris they are both so dumb

mclaren get a picture together

landonorris you got it boss 🫡

username36 IT'S YN RIGHT! TELL ME IT'S YN LN

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ynusername and we're back!!! Starting off with some helmet swaps and getting papa stroll a debut on the page

landonorris damn papa stroll gets a pic before me?? ↳ lance_stroll it took me a year to get a debut and even then it was a shit one so shut up ↳ georgerussell63 haha you guys suck ↳ ynusername it's cause Carmen bribed me ↳ lance_stroll and mari didn't? ↳ ynusername she did, that picture is what she wanted ↳ landonorris so what youre saying is I need a gf to bribe you ↳ oscarpiastri damn guess youre never getting your debut on this page ↳ landonorris and how the fuck did you get here???

username41 where's that girl that wanted oscar on the first slide? ↳ username35 RIGHT HERE AND I'M THRIVING

lance_stroll also landonorris that's mr. stroll to you ↳ landonorris okay...

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ynusername oscar i don't have the words to describe how proud i am of you right now but just know that I always believed in you and always will

username51 ughhhh, when will it be my turn

username52 OSCAR WIN SO YN POSTS JUST OSCAR YES

username53 username35 aRE YOU OKAY GIRL? ↳ username35 NO I'M NOT

username35 JUST OSCAR IN EVERY PIC??? AND HE'S CLEARLY LOOKING AT YN? IS THIS MY BIRTHDAY PRESENT?

username54 the way oscar was looking for her >>>

alo_oficial congratulations oscar! ↳ oscarpiastri thank you nando

oscarpiastri thank you yn, you're support means everything to me

username55 no offense but I was kinda expecting more from you here ↳ username35 you want her to confess her undying love for oscar here on a social media post? you want her to do it on the internet instead of just to him privately so you can consume media and be in the presence of a relationship that you clearly have no respect for nor no need to be apart of because they don't know you?? that's what you want? be fucking for real ♥️ by mariloublg_ ↳ username55 first of all you also have a parasocial relationship with them, second of all, it's not weird for me to want her to express more about this when his team was shit to him ↳ username35 i can be excited about her posting him and still fucking respect their privacy. they don't need to post anything for us and it is a PRIVILEDGE that we get to see this. if you make it weird for them and ruin their PRIVATE relationship because you personally think she should be more vocal on social media then maybe you need to do some reflection on how you interact with people

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ynusername summer break is over, now I go back to being a student

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landonorris yay i can have my osc back ↳ ynusername uhhh... no, you can borrow MY ossie ↳ landonorris agree to disagree ↳ oscarpiastri don't I get a say in this? ↳ ynusername depends ↳ oscarpiastri well i pick you yn ↳ ynusername then yes you get a say

lance_stroll it's about damn time ↳ estebanocon SAYS YOU ↳ alo_oficial none of you have spent as much time with her as I have! I'm the only one that get's to complain ↳ ynusername I was not that bad ↳ alo_oficial yes you were ↳ estebanocon yes you were ↳ lance_stroll yes you were ↳ pierregasly yes you were

oscarpiastri haha babe you have a crush on me? ↳ charles_leclerc you were just as bad ↳ landonorris what he said ↳ oscarpistri damn okay

username35 ahhhh!!! congrats yn and oscar ↳ ynusername thank you! and we both appreciate you being so supportive

username63 see everyone, it pays to be a decent human being! ^^

[cosmosluckycharms]

can we get more incorrect quotes?

like this time with miguel + reader but also damion and penny

i mean like if you INSIST (i love making these)

spider!reader, peni & damian : *screaming*

miguel: *runs into the room* What's wrong, damian ?!

spider!reader: Wait, why are you asking damian that when peni and I are also here?

miguel: Because damian wouldn't scream unless it's an emergency. You two scream whenever you have the chance.

spider!reader: The scariest president had to be Rushmore because he had four heads.

peni: Yeah, it’s a good thing we captured him in that mountain, even if we have to live in fear of the spell wearing off.

miguel: Do you two still believe in that legend? Come on, Rushmore was killed a hundred years ago! We’re safe now.

damian : You people have clearly never taken a history lesson. His body was never found.

miguel: Are you laughing at that video of peni and damian fighting?

spider!reader: No.

spider!reader: I'm laughing at the comments.

*The squad is visiting a store late at night to return a DVD for spider!reader*

damian: I forget—what happens if we don’t return the DVD before midnight?

miguel: Then spider!reader gets charged extra. It’s called a “late fee”.

peni: Or was it zombie apocalypse? Eh, I don’t remember, but we can’t afford either.

peni: *clicks pen*

spider!reader: *clicks pen in response*

damian: Stop that.

peni : Stop what?

damian: You’re talking about me in Morse code!

spider!reader: Yes, that’s what we doing. In our very limited time, we took a class on a very outdated, very unnecessary form of communication just so we could talk about you in front of you. Congrats, you figured us out!

*later*

spider!reader, to miguel: That’s actually exactly what we were doing.

peni: Can I be frank with you guys?

damian: Sure, but I don’t see how changing your name is going to help.

spider!reader: Oh! Can I still be spider!reader?

miguel: Shh. Let Frank speak.

miguel: I just watched peni jump off of a spinning chair. Luckily, she wasnt hurt that badly. But the whole time, damian was screaming for help, which caused spider!reader to run in to help peni. Just note that all of this happened in the span of six minutes.

miguel: What do you three have to say for yourself?

peni:

damian:

spider!reader: Oops?

damian: miguel, we're hungry!

peni: miguel! What's for dinner?

spider!reader: We're hungry, miguel!

miguel, frying a bottle of ketchup over the stove: *screams*

miguel: Why are you two always out during rainstorms?

spider!reader: It’s so peaceful and refreshing. I love the smell of rain.

damian : peni bet me I couldn’t get struck by lighting, but she's WRONG.

miguel: *points at peni* A human turtleneck, *points at damian * a narcissistic monster, *points at spider!reader* and literally the dumbest person I’ve ever met.

spider!reader: And who am I? Describe me now.

peni, pointing to the wall: What color is this?

damian : Gray.

spider!reader: Grey.

peni, turning to miguel: Now tell them what color you think it is.

miguel: Dark white.

spider!reader: What’s wrong? You look 10 seconds away from ripping someone’s throat out.

miguel: Fucking damian and peni were trying to invoke one of the minor gods again last night. I didn't get an ounce of sleep, thanks to their bloody chanting.

*The gang when they drop food on the floor*

miguel: Aw man. *Throws it away*

spider!reader: Five second rule!

damian : Foolish germs, thinking they can stop me!? *Eats it off the floor*

peni: *Sobs on the floor*

spider!reader: damian's out the will.

damian: That’s honestly fair. I deserve that.

miguel: Wait, you have a will? Already? You haven’t even graduated.

spider!reader: I’ve done some things in my life. Upset the wrong people. peni, you have a will too, right?

peni: Lots. Good luck figuring out which one’s real.

spider!reader: Small creatures are much more vicious because they have a smaller body to bottle up all their emotions.

damian: Ridiculous. Give me some examples.

miguel: Wasps?

peni: Terriers?

spider!reader: damian.

damian: What’s it like being tall?

peni: Is it nice?

spider!reader: Can you reach comfortably for the cupboards?

miguel: We live in constant fear of the short ones who, in my experience, will climb four chairs, two boxes, a small coffee table, and six oddly placed stools to get what they want.

peni: Could you guys at least try to see this from my perspective?

damian : *crouches down*

spider!reader: *kneels down*

miguel: *sits on the floor*

peni: peni: I hate all of you.

peni: damian got into a fight.

spider!reader: That’s bad.

spider!reader:

spider!reader: Did he win?

peni: Hey, spider!reader, have you thought about having children?

spider!reader: ...

spider!reader: Does looking over you and the others not seem like I already do? Because I promise you, it sure feels like it.

peni: But we're not childr-

spider!reader, already distracted: DAMIAN, PUT THE FIRE EXTINGUISHER DOWN!

damian: You're pathetic!

peni: You're pathetic-er!

spider!reader: You're both losers.

damian: Comparing spider!reader and peni is like comparing apples and oranges.

spider!reader: We’re both unique in our own ways?

damian: Apples are superior in every way and all oranges should be eliminated.

peni: Which one of us is the orange?

spider!reader: damian, peni, I love y’all and all, but can I ask what in the hell are you doing?

damian, trying to stabilize a tower of folding chairs that peni is sitting atop: Oh nothing much.

peni: I love you too :)

peni: I know we’re not exactly friends, but-

damian: What do you want?

peni: I've been stuck with spider!reader for 2 weeks and they've been drinking all the soy sauce.

peni: Help.

spider!reader: I will find us a covered wagon and horses. spider!reader: If you two can manage to not kill each other while I'm gone.

damian: Oh, please. We're not children.

*spider!reader leaves*

damian, casually: ...Eat shit and die.

peni, also casually: Yes, fuck you.

spider!reader: damian, we need that!

damian, holding peni over a trash can: Nope.

spider!reader: Gimme it—

damian: It’s garbage.

peni: How are we supposed to put a tracker the size of a penny on spider!reader without them noticing?

damian: Hey, spider!reader, I bet you 5 bucks that you can't swallow this penny.

spider!reader: *takes and swallows tracker* Pay up, loser.

peni: ...

peni: What’s your favorite color?

damian: Stop asking stupid questions. Ask me something logical and mature.

peni: How many moles of sodium bicarbonate are needed to neutralize 0.8ml of sulfuric acid at STP?

damian: My favorite color is red.

damian: We vegetarians love the environment. Carnivores are sick freaks.

peni: How can vegetarians possibly love the environment.. you keep eating all the fucking plants.

haha i love damian and peni my sillies for weal

[bugisastranger]

hey babe 🩷 if you have the time or inspiration to write please consider fake dating to lovers with Clark Kent, like a to all the boys I’ve loved before typa situation

a/n: thank u for the request anon!!! sorry it took me a bit to get around to it - i can be a busy busy gal.

"you want me to what?"

clark's voice is unlike anything you'd ever heard from him, his shock nothing less than apparent. you shush him, looking around the hallway to see if anyone's noticed. it's lucky for you that nobody did.

"come on, clark. it's one night! not even! it's like, a few hours at most."

"can't you ask someone else? pete?"

"i don't want to ask pete. he won't be able to sell it."

"and you think i can?" he's exasperated, leaning closer to you as if he's suddenly aware how many people could overhear this conversation. "i'm a horrible liar."

"please? you know how my family can be," you whisper, looking up at clark. he sighs, hanging his head. he does know how your family can be—overbearing—which is exactly why he's hesitant. but you're you, so how can he actually say no?

"okay. okay, fine."

"really?" you ask, nearly jumping out of your skin. your arms slide around clark's neck as you excitedly let out a few small 'thank you's. clark's still frozen in place from his decision, but forces one of his arms to slide awkwardly around your hip. he's in for it, isn't he?

the ringing of the school bell pulls the two of you apart, and you quickly shut your locker, making your way towards your first class. clark keeps his place beside you. "so, what does this mean, exactly? what do you want from me?"

"jeez, clark, that sounds like i'm holding you hostage. it's just a favor."

"yeah, yeah. whatever. what do you need me to do?" he asks, taking his seat next to you at the lab table.

"i don't know. whatever feels natural," you say, bending to the side to pull your textbook out of your bag, a gesture which clark never would've took a second glance at. but today, with your hair falling in front of your face (and then you pushing it away), something's different. he doesn't even notice he forgot to say something in response to you until you glance back at him, confused at his silence.

"uh—" he clears his throat. "how am i supposed to know what's natural? we've never dated before." oops. overly sarcastic.

"have you never even considered it?"

"what?" clark's baffled by your question, but you ask it so casually, like it's not taking the ground out from beneath his feet. it's not that he hasn't considered it. it's that he has. he knows all too well how he wants to walk with his arm around your shoulders, how he wants to have you cuddle into his side as you watch a movie, how he wants to absolutely spoil you—as if he has the money for that anyway. "i—"

"you know what? forget i said that. i don't wanna know," you mutter. "just, like, pretend like you're obsessed with me, i don't know."

"hey, lovebirds! you done?" the teacher calls from the front of the classroom.

as clark starts, "oh, we're n—"

you say, "sorry! we're sorry." and then the both of you, red in your faces, stay silent. you barely even move, feeling reprimanded, even though your teacher was barely offended.

when the teacher lets the class work in pairs, clark decides to use the time to talk to you instead. he could do the work later. "can you just give me an idea of what the night's going to look like, at least?"

you take a quick glance at the teacher, making sure her eyes aren't on you and clark. "you'll come over and i'll introduce you as my boyfriend. my parents won't be suspicious, because i'll start bringing it up today. and they won't be too intimidating. my uncle might, but they'll love you. there's something about you that screams 'good guy' and they'll pick up on it." you twirl the pen in your hands. "it'll be fine. you have nothing to worry about, really." clark feels his heart skip a beat when you place your hand on his bicep—which is supposed to be a comforting gesture. what's happening to him? you've touched him before. plenty of times, actually. this shouldn't mean a thing.

a few days later, and clark is taking deep breaths as he walks down the path to your front door. before he can even meet the porch, you're outside, greeting him. he nearly stops in his tracks when he sees you, your hair half up, half down. the dress you're wearing is baby pink, and something about this sight—seeing you so... girly does something to him, even if he won't admit it.

"hi," you say, breaking the awkward silence. "ignore the dress, i'm trying something a little different."

"no, it's good. you look great," he forces. and then, he remembers he's supposed to be your boyfriend, he's allowed to flirt with you. "you look really pretty." he swears he sees your expression change, like you're nervous. it makes his hand tense, and he nearly crushes the stems of the flowers he forgot he's holding. "oh, these are for you."

"thank you. this is..."

"good enough, i hope?"

"better. i knew you wouldn't let me down."

"can't leave my girlfriend hanging, can i?" oh. oh. that gets you. and clark knows it, too.

"uh—" you start, looking at him with what can only be described as a mix of shock and infatuation. "we should go inside."

and as you're walking towards your front door—"i should call you something, shouldn't i?"

"what?" you turn back around, facing him.

"honey," he tries. "no, too mature. babe?" clark watches your reactions carefully, and even though you seem affected, 'babe' doesn't have the punch he was hoping for. "sweetheart?" bingo.

"sweetheart is fine," you mutter, trying to ignore the way your face heats up.

"okay, sweetheart. you ready for this?" you nod, walking towards the door with clark at your side. "what about princess?"

"too much. you can't call me that in front of my family."

"but i can call you that when we're alone?"

"clark!"

"it's just a question, sweetheart," clark teases, fighting back a chuckle. he could do this the rest of his life.

part two coming soon?!

[bucktommyyendgame]

ooo for the cuddling prompts pls <3

24- Between strangers

Cia, my darling, anything for you. ❤️Also, this is so long, sorry lol. Buck had a lot to say. If all of these end up being this long, they might take me a while, oops.

Buck leans against Hen, laughs maniacally as they egg Chimney onto chugging the latest round of Tequila. Buck's starting to have problems even remembering what day it is, so he thinks this should probably be the last, but they're having so much fun after such a hard year, Buck's almost loath to give up this little floaty feeling.

"Think we've had enough," Hen says, far too reasonably, but he knows she's been pacing herself far better than the rest of them have.

There's a weight on his shoulder and he looks to the side to see Ravi practically collapsed against him.

"Too much there, probie?" Buck asks, but he's not entirely sure that was coherent. He thinks it might have sounded a little like 'T'much thr probe?' he shakes his head to clear the alcohol cobwebs away, but it doesn't help. Maybe more tequila will do it.

Ravi mumbles "not" and Buck has no idea what that means. He's just holding up a hand to ask for more when Hen grabs it and pulls it down.

"No, Buck, I think we're done for the night. Your better half is already on the way."

Buck pouts, vaguely remembers he'd thought he should stop, but Hen said his better half is coming, so that's fine. When Hen turns to wrangle a very drunk Chimney, Buck can feel his gaze turn to the door of the bar, like he's drawn there or something. Maybe it is, because the hottest guy he's ever seen has just walked in.

"Hey, look who it is!" Chimney hollers. Buck winces, when did he get that close? The guy coming toward them is wearing the LAFD t-shirt and slacks.

"Hot firefighter, oh my god," Buck mumbles and Ravi snorts a laugh against his shoulder. Buck doesn't know what's so funny, he does know that he shouldn't be drooling over the Hot Guy when his better half is coming for him.

"Sorry, I'm so late," Hot Guy says to Hen. "Shift ran over. I meant to make it here ages ago."

Hen gives Hot Guy a hug and Buck pouts again. How does she know this guy and he doesn't?

"It's totally fine," Hen is saying. "When you texted to say you were running late, I stopped at one drink, but let me tell you, these guys have had more than enough to make up for both of us. We lost Eddie a while ago."

"He found a girl," Ravi stage-whispers, collapsing into giggles against Buck again.

Hot Guy shakes his head. "Good lord. Hen, do you need me to take anyone else home?"

She waves that away. "Nah. Maddie's in the bathroom and she stayed sober too. I've got Ravi here."

"I'll text Eddie in the group chat," Hot Guy says. "Make sure he's okay."

"That would be good," Hen agrees. "Take your boy home. Call me tomorrow."

"Will do. Tell Chimney I said Happy Birthday." Hot Guy takes Buck's arm and wraps it around his own shoulders, but Buck refuses to move, frowning.

"I can't go with you," he says. "My better half is coming."

Hot Guy shoots Hen a look that tells Buck he's trying mightily not to laugh. He schools his face, looks at Buck and says, "I'm taking you to him."

"Oh." Buck thinks about that, decides he trusts this stranger to bring him where he needs to go. "Mmkay."

"He'd be so easy to kidnap," Hen mutters and Hot Guy snorts a laugh.

"Would not," Buck manages. He curls into the guy, just can't help it. "You smell good."

He's gently squeezed against a hard chest as he demands a cuddle without words.

"Thank you," Hot Guy says, guiding him to the door. "Come on, Evan. Let's go."

For some reason, that 'Evan' calms Buck more than anything else. It's his name, of course, but it's said in such a way that makes Buck think the guy's actually called him 'sweetheart' or 'baby' and that makes Buck feel floaty for a different reason.

Soon enough, he's being bundled into the front seat of a very familiar truck, doesn't think much of it when he's ushered into a house that smells, of, well, home. Doesn't really track it when his shoes are removed gently from his feet, he's urged to drink an entire glass of water, doesn't argue when he's bundled into bed.

He could swear a kiss is placed on his temple, but he's out before he can think too much about it.

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When Buck wakes the next morning, his headache isn't too bad, considering. He looks toward the nightstand, sees another glass of water, sitting next to two ibuprofen. He takes them, washes them down and thinks back to last night. His eyes widen when he vaguely remembers forgetting he had a...

"Hey," that soft, lovely voice says from the door way.

Buck looks up, sees Tommy standing there in old jeans and word t-shirt.

"How are you feeling?"

Buck laughs sheepishly. "Hungover. Kind of embarrassed."

Tommy grins. "Nothing I haven't seen before. Besides, you were very cute."

"I can't believe I forgot!" he looks down at his left hand, the ring that's settled on its home where it belongs. He doesn't know how he didn't feel it last night.

"Well," Tommy says, flashing his own wedding ring. "To be fair, it's only been a few weeks." Then he heaves a put-upon sigh. "But you forgot your own husband. It's very sad."

Buck shoves at him with a laugh. "I didn't do anything too embarrassing, did I? Well. More embarrassing?"

"Mmm," Tommy thinks about that. "Not really. Although, we were halfway home when you asked if you could bite my bicep."

Buck groans and collapses against the pillows as Tommy continues, "Which, you know, you tend to just do that without warning anyway, so drunk Evan is actually very considerate."

Buck laughs, Tommy's grin is bright and beautiful. "God." He holds out his arms. "Come here."

Tommy obeys, laying down on Buck's chest. Buck wraps his arms around him. "I think I still knew you anyway."

"Yeah?"

"Mmhmm," Buck hums, squeezing him tight. "Thanks for coming to get me."

Tommy presses a kiss onto his t-shirt covered sternum. "Always."

[cyberrose2001]

Hi! Sorry if this has been done before (in that case ignore lol), but can you plz do TFA or TFP Prime and Ratchet reacting to Gen Z slang? Tysm!

TFP Prime and Ratchet react to reader using Gen Z slang

oh man this was a joy to write. thank you for requesting and i hope that i don't come off as too cringe

Warnings: Small mention of alcohol (high-grade), human reader, sfw

Word count: 475

"Man, doesn't Megatron just give you the ick?"

The two oldest mechs of Team Prime pause their intellectual conversation and turn to you, both staring perplexedly at you.

Casually leaning against the rail with your head resting on a hand, you stare back at them with a shit-eating grin on your face.

"It's giving... delulu with a side of obsessed."

"I beg your pardon?" Ratchet tilts his helm at you. Optimus follows suit, raising an eyebrow at your sudden commentary.

"Kind of cringe if you think about it," Your smile only widens, "Like bro, it's been millions of years; give it a rest and take the L."

The two mechs glance at each other in silent telepathic communication, hoping that the other has even the slimmest idea of what those words mean. Ick? Cringe? Take the L?

The flabergasted look on their faces as they turn to look at you causes a supressed laugh to catch at your throat.

"What the frag does that mean?" Ratchet pinches his optic ridge, clearly annoyed that he's even choosing to entertain you, "Why should Megatron be handed a letter of the english alphabet?"

"I believe it is what the kids call..." Optimus flicks his optics over to your concerningly reddened face, "Humour."

You're so close to loosing the plot it's not even funny. If you we're to try and explain, you would surley keel over and die before even muttering a word. Keeping your swave and casual stance against the rail, you make eye contact with Optimus.

"Periodt." You let a titter slip your lips when you hear the loud, maniacle laugher of the kids from behind the couch.

You can almost hear the cogs turning in Optimus' processor as he looks to Ratchet for assistance, but the medic offers no help as he glares daggers at you from behind his pinched digits.

"You say 'Periodt', but what does that mean?!" Ratchet's bubbling annoyance explodes into frustration as he looks towards Primus for an answer.

"Oop, Ratchet is in his salty era."

"My WHAT?" Ratchet whips back to face you, and the look on his face is the final straw for you as you keel over and burst into a furious howl, almost whacking your head on the rail as you grip on for dear life.

Optimus watches as Ratchet throws his servos in the air in a wave of surrender and removes himself, presumably to cry over a glass of high grade while babbling about his disdain for the human race. The Prime turns to you with a slight ammused expression at your laughter.

"Would it be correct to say that Ratchet has also... taken the L?"

You die, you die right where you stand. The kids joining you as your body clatters against the rails to the ground and howl in fit of unrestrained belly laughter.

[wishing-on-a-staranise]

Driving lesson.

(best friend!s.h. x gn!reader)

summary: Your best friend Steve offered to teach you driving but the lesson led to him learning a bit more about you.

warning: use of y/n, best friend!Steve (can be interpreted as either platonic or romantic), hurt/comfort, mention of past sa when r was a minor, quite possibly inaccurate description of cars

word count: 2k+

a/n: oops we're getting vulnerable! I'm so sorry to anyone who relates to this, wish I could hug y'all <3

this was almost going to be in my desi!reader series but i changed my mind. Havent been able to get any sort of writing done so i consider this a win. 

bro i dont know shit about cars and im also guessing how miles work so sorry if this doesn't make sense :( I spent way too long trying to figure out what the oh shit bar is actually called and let me tell u grab handles is an awful name

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the neighborhood is practically empty this time around save for the occasional person every now and then. but Steve reckons this is as safe as it gets.

he's not in his usual driver's seat, right now it's occupied by you. you're grinning a little, excited and nervous. he's helped adjust the seat so it is more comfortable for you, with the seat pulled much closer to the steering wheel. you'd already put your seatbelt on and adjusted the rearview mirror atleast four times already. 

it was your suggestion. you had pointed out that he must get really tired always driving everyone around. And although he wouldn’t say that he was tired, but he wouldn’t mind someone sharing the responsibility with him every now and then. 

You’d told him that you were already aware of all the basics– the accelerator, the break, the clutch, the gears, the entire thing.

“wait, how do you know all that?”

“I tried learning at around 16 but… i gave up”, you'd shrugged.

“yeah, that does sounds exactly like you”, he'd teased with his signature smirk.

“ha. ha. fuck you”, you deadpanned smacking his bicep before you both fell into giggles.

He decides to still tell you everything from the start. “Because I don't trust you.” And you proceeded to roll your eyes through it all. 

By the time he actually let you turn the ignition, an hour had already passed. 

Though the shifting of gears is a little janky, and the way you push the brakes has him grabbing the 'oh shit' bar beside him. He has to admit, you are not too bad.

“How am I doing?” you ask about a few minutes in, glancing at him once before your eyes fall back on the road.

he makes a sort of 'meh' sound, “Not awful”

“Should I shift to the third?”

“Sure”, he shrugs. but all that non-chalance fades away when your hand moves to the gear, “now, lift the clutch slowly”, he warns.

you suppress the urge to fully give him a glare and rolling your eyes again, “I know”

he clicks his tongue, “Do you?”

“don't tempt me to crash this car, harrington", you threaten jokingly before shifting the gear.

“Hmm,” he hums as if surprised at the smoothness of the action, and you can't help but grin in pride, “not bad this time”

a few minutes pass and Steve can tell you're getting confident, maybe too confident. You're nearing a 40mph. which first, is too fast for where you're driving and second, youre not good at controlling the car at this speed yet. and you're not awful, but you're not amazing either, “Easy buddy, slow down, you’re swaying”, his hand flies to the steering to adjust.

“shit– “, you readjust your grip, knuckles tightening around the wheel, “Ok, ok, i got it.” you lift your foot from the accelerator and the car slows down to a speed that doesn't give Steve severe heart palpitations. 

he sighs as his grip finally loosens as his palm slips down to your knee, squeezing to still reassure and ground you, “Lets not go more than 35 for now.” he doesn't notice you stiffen underneath his palm.

“you're swaying again”, you hear him say as his other hand moves to readjust. his left hand still on your knee. but it all sounds so far away. 

your throat dries up, you gulp. fingers tighten around the steering wheel so hard they hurt.

you know it's not him. this is Steve. your best friend, Steve Harrington. but suddenly this is all too similar. and you freeze up.

you two have been way closer than this. you've given each other spine crushing hugs, piggyback rides, even literally play fought, but for some reason the hand on the knee is too close. too much.

your heart plummets and you can't fucking breathe.

and you know Steve would not mean it that way. you know Steve like the back of your hand. He’d never hurt you. He'd never hurt anyone. you try to push it away, you really do. But it consumes you. all of you. because wasn't he also never supposed to hurt you?

and suddenly you're alone in a car with a man you were supposed to trust. and though his hand stays on your knees, suddenly you feel a phantom touch riding up your thighs and suddenly you're 16 again. and suddenly you know nothing. 

“Can you move your hand?”, your words come out all rushed, your brain barely even registering that you said anything.

with his eyes still on the road ahead of you two, he realigns the car, “I'm adjusting the–”

you don't even realise that you're not even looking at the road anymore, you're not looking at Steve either. you don't know where you're looking, all that exists is the hand on your knees and that sinking feeling, “move your hand Steve–”

“hey woah, WOAH!” it's Steve shouting that finally pulls you out of your stupor and when you look up, you find the car actively veering towards a tree, “LOOK OUT!”, he pulls up the manual handbreak, your own feet slamming down on the brakes as well as the vehicle comes to a screeching halt.

it's quiet. 

your eyes start stinging. and it's not because your almost crashed the car.

you can't breathe, you can't fucking breathe. you need to leave, you need to–

“jesus, what are you doing? we could've crashed into the–” you unfasten your seatbelt before scrambling to get out of the car as Steve calls after you, “hey, wh– where are you–?” with shaky hands, you slam the door behind you.

Steve's brows scrunch before he runs his hand through his hair. he watches as you pace by the sidewalk. he turns off the car before he glances at you again and he finds you sitting under the same tree you almost crashed into with your head in your palms.

when he climbs out of the car and comes closer to you, he hears the muffled sound of you hyperventilating through your hands.

gravel crunches under his shoes as he makes his way to you.

“hey”, he starts, unsure, lightly tapping your shoe with his to make you look up at him. You take one last deep breath in before swiping the back of your hand across your face but it does nothing to hide your tear stained cheeks. You still don’t look up at him though, your red eyes trained on his shoe that had tapped yours. 

he lets out a sigh himself before sitting down by the roots of the tree beside you. you wrap your arms around his knees. it's quiet for a while that way with the leaves rustling in the wind above you, chirping of a bird and your sniffles that you try your best to quiet down. Steve nudges you with his shoulder when you have quieted down, “I'm sorry, I shouldn't have shouted. but you gotta keep your eyes on the road okay?”

you nod meekly, “okay”, the word comes out thick.

“hey, c’mere”, he tries shifting to engulf you in one of his warm hugs. and any other moment you would've welcomed that warmth with literal open arms but right now, you're afraid it'd suffocate you so you get up.

“... can we…”, you lick your lips, still stiff, still avoiding his gaze, “can you drop me home? please?”

he gets up as well, brushing dirt off his jeans, trying to catch your gaze but when he couldn't, he nods, “yeah, yeah sure.”

the drive back is silent, you wordlessly sit on the backseat. throughout steve tries to meet your eyes through the rearview mirror only to find your eyes trained either down on your lap or out the window.

when he stops in your driveway, he finally breaks the silence, “we're here.”

you only sniffle in response before stepping out of the car. he has his window rolled down when you shut the car door.

“hey, are you okay?” he asks unsure.

“yeah-", you clear your throat, turning around and your gaze finally meeting his. your eyes aren't red anymore but they still look puffy and if he didn't know you as well as he did, he would notice that you're trying to put on a smile, "yeah I'm okay.. just–”

“what happened back there?”

“nothing, I got too nervous", you shake your head. not knowing what to do with your hands, they fidget with your sleeves, "I think I'll stay away from driving”

“you're fine, it was a one time thing. you didn't mean for it to happen–”

“i wasn't looking at the road”

“trust me, I've done a lot worse, while driving this thing”

“ew”

“what? I didn't even say anything, you're minds in the gutter, bud." he says lightly to soothe your puffy eyes. his finger drums against the steering, "'ll see you later, yeah?”

you nod your head quick, offering another unsure but genuine smile, "mhm, movie night tomorrow?”

“yeah.”

…

it's been nearly a week since that driving lesson. it's also been as long as you've abandoned your designated front passenger seat. 

everything else is the same, you still laugh at his jokes so hard you tear up, lean on him when watching a movie. have movie nights at his place. he still picks you up from work. you still give him snacks for his shift. everything is the same. except you have given up your unofficially default seat. if the car is packed with the party and robin, you take the back seat but even if it's just the two of you, you still take the back seat. 

Steve doesn't know how to bring it up. but he has to. he doesn't know what's going on with you but he knows you all too well. he knows how you are when something is bothering you. he just doesn't know how to bring it up.

“i was thinking..”, he starts as you two walked around your neighborhood.

“that's never good”, you chuckle, kicking a pebble as you walk.

“yknow, I'll be free after work tomorrow. maybe we can, yknow do that driving lesson?”

you stiffen up beside him before stopping in your track. “Steve, I told you–”

“did I do something?” he questions, stopping as well.

“what? …no-”

"is it because I shouted?”

“no, you were right, I almost crashed the car”

“I don't care. you made one mistake, that doesn't mean you've fucked up forever. you wanted to learn”

“yeah, and– and now I don't”

“why?”

“I–”

“give me a reason, any reason”

“I don't know”

“why don't you sit on the front seat anymore?”

“I–", you start but stop when your voice cracks. fuck, why is this getting to you so much lately? it's been fucking ages. “I don't know”, you complete your sentence, frustrated, before sitting on the curb near your house.

you're looking down at your nails, picking at the skin with your legs splayed out in front of you when steve wordlessly sits beside you. you sniffle, “I'm sorry”, murmuring as you put your head on his shoulder.

he tries to put a reassuring hand on your knees but you tense up again. you almost squirm away from his warm palm before taking it in your hand instead.

you have to tell him. you know you should. you should tell someone. doesn't matter how long ago it happened.

it's like a lump stuck in your throat, can't swallow it, can't cough it out.

But you have to start. where do you even start?

“I... I don't like that”, you say, eyes still trained down.

“oh”, you wonder if you should say more, if you should tell him, hell, you're surprised it took so long in your friendship for it to come up.

you lick your lips, wondering if you should explain more. "when I was 16--" but the lump in your throat stays persistent, your tongue tied. you blink back tears, biting your lips.

in the way he holds you at this moment, you wonder if he just knows somehow, whatever it is that is in your mind. maybe not the details or maybe not even your situation but he knows you're hurting. somehow he just knows.

“M’sorry”, you say again, burying your nose into the crook of his neck.

“no, no– is– is this okay?” he carefully moves to hug you.

“yes”, you say quickly before wrapping your arms around him as well. you sniffle again, “sorry, I don't know why I…”

“it's okay, you're okay”, his warm palm rubs your back as he holds you as if he's protecting you from any further harm. your fists clutch the fabric of his polo shirt, you're fucking shaking in his arms.

“y/n, you could've told me”

“it-it's not that easy”, you stutter out.

“well… I'm glad you've told me now”

you nod, trying your best to gulp down anymore sobs, “I might never learn how to drive.”

“that's okay, I'll drive you. wherever you need to go, I'll drive you”

…

[emoisthenewemu]

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A/N omg the moment we have all been waiting for. this series is almost over im so SAD. also i took a little break but it was very needed i feel so rejuvenated. i hope you all enjoy, IMPORTANT TEXT and a silly insta story at the bottom!

Pt.21 “Prime bo2 Days"

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Toge guides you through a sea of trees and foliage. For a moment you wonder if the two of you might get lost but you trust him. He did grow up around here, after all. He even ignores your jokes about him dragging you out there to kill you, you laugh nervously at the silence. But finally you arrive to the intended destination, a beautiful field full of flowers, clear of the towering trees which take up most of the area. You look around in awe, eyes widening as Toge is clearly pleased that you like it out here. Rolling out the blanket he had been carrying you find your seats, deciding to wait a bit longer before opening up your snacks. You brought some stuff for the two of you to paint, smashed in your backpack which miraculously fit the star shaped stencils you bought months ago at some craft store as well as a 16 pack of paint along with a few brushes.

"Oh my godd we're like Bella and Edward right now" You joke.

Toge's face is one of visible distaste. You gasp, taking full offense at his reaction. "Twilight hate is so forced, it's just a fun silly story"

'Don't ruin the moment'

The two of you start your masterpieces, both agreeing to wait until you're finished to show each other. You paint your friend group, for some reason you are more than halfway through when you realize you made Toge smaller than anyone else, even you. Oops, hopefully he doesn't notice. You put a lot of thought into it, making cute little hearts between you and Toge-the two of you are holding hands.

He finishes long before you do, only using about half the colors you did. He used a lot of red, you notice. And as he waits for you to finish up he watches your every move, breath catching in his throat because you look so pretty. He still wonders how he got someone as gorgeous as you to like him. Smiling to himself he realizes if this had been a year ago he would cower away at the thought of liking someone. Hating the idea of having someone make you feel so warm and fuzzy that you don't even bother to think about the cringe aspect of it. Inumaki is blushing, mind racing as his heartbeat booms in his ear drums.

He has never asked a girl out before, he hopes it goes good. That the two of you will have a nice story to tell whenever people ask how you got together. The thought of you being his makes him ease up a bit, he just hopes you like it. That he is romantic enough, that you aren't expecting something bigger. He hopes he will be enough for you.

"Okay! Im done!" You snap him out of his thoughts, diverting your attentions back to the canvases. Holding yours close to your chest you both agree to flip them on three.

You count down, flipping it excitedly. However the grin on your face drops when you take a closer look at his picture. Ha snatches yours out of your hands and you do the same. Narrowing your eyes you see two similar figures fighting, one of them stomping the other to the ground. There is lots of blood, it's quite graphic really. "Uhhh what the hell is this?"

Inumaki scoffs, looking down at yours. 'What's this?' He signs rather quickly. 'Why am I so small?'

You laugh, shrugging your shoulders as you try to play it off. "I don't know it just happened...you were the first person I made and I just wanted to have enough room"

He sighs, trying to hide his smile as he looks at the two of you in the picture. Holding hands in the midst of a sea of hearts. 'Cute....I guess'

"You guess?!" You feel insulted. "What about this?! You painted straight gore!" Tilting it back to your gaze you take another look at it.

'It's me!' He explains, pointing at the figure on top. Makes sense, you guess. It is hard to tell with the rudimentary scribbles. 'And I'm beating up...' He pauses, unable to explain any further using sign language.

You gasp, realizing the other figure is wearing a police uniform. "Is that Leon Kennedy?! Are you killing Leon Kennedy?!"

Toge seems very pleased with himself, arms crossed as he nods proudly. You keep up the annoyed facade as long as you can. But the more you look at it, the funnier it is. "Oh my godd I can't with you" You giggle, pointing at the way he is about to curbstomp on Racoon City's finest Police Officer.

'You like?'

You nod, smiling as you consider where you are going to hang it up in your dorm when you get back. This is something you'd like to keep forever. "I love it" You snicker.

The two of you laugh in unison, Toge scoots closer and plants a soft kiss on your lips. He pushes the materials out of the way, careful to not make a mess yet eager to cuddle up next to you. Not minding the bugs which may be crawling beneath you. He is comfortable, so long as you are right there with him. He pulls you even closer, setting your legs in his lap as an arm wraps around your waste. Breathing in your sweet fragrance which has become his favorite smell in the whole world. He sniffs the nape of your neck, groaning because it is just so satisfying to him. You giggle, his hairs tickling your shoulder.

"You're so weird" You speak in reference to how he will just randomly walk up and sniff you during all hours of the day.

So he does it again, more exaggerated this time and you giggle. 'Not my fault' He signs. 'You smell so good'

In the familiarity of his arms you remain, watching the flowers rustle in the slight wind which has picked up. Eyes dart up to a few birds which pass by. It is all so peaceful, far away from most civilization-not a single curse in sight. It makes you long for more days like this, ones without sorcery. He places random kisses wherever he feels like it, sometimes catching your lips, sometimes your neck. A few times he even picks up your hands and places soft pecks on your fingers.

He is obsessed with you. You have consumed his entire mind for months by now. He needs you to be his, the same way he needs air to breathe. His body tenses up beneath you, lavender eyes dart over to you a few times. He looks like he wants to say something yet is talking himself out of it. You can feel his heartbeat drumming in his chest, placing a hand flat on the skin to feel it.

"What's wrong?" You question, running a finger through some of his smooth locks. He has his hair down today, makes it easier for you to run your hands through. "Am I making you nervous?" You tease.

But be nods, frantically. Yes, you are making him very nervous right now. Throwing all your beauty right in his face, he is on the verge of shaking. It just doesn't make sense for a guy like him to be with a girl like you (not in his mind at least) but that does not mean it will stop him from asking.

He looks away, sighing deeply as he closes his eyes. Fuck, fuck, fuck is what he wants to say. But he must calm down or else this will not work. He zeros in on the thought of you, of the cursed speech which has plagued his entire life. He thinks about those days he spent practicing with Yuuta and Panda, the mornings spent speaking the mantra to himself as he brushes his teeth and gets ready for the day. All the nights he repeated it all for the hopes that for once, the cursed energy would just go away.

His eyes are scrunched shut in pure concentration.  Please, please work. "Will you be my girlfriend?"

Nothing but silence fills his ears. Fuck, he's cursed you. Yet he looks over to see you with the most shocked expression on your face, mouth and eyes wide open, a hand goes up to your lips. "W-what did you just say?"

You could have sworn you just heard him talk, like actually talk. You swear he just asked you to be his girlfriend. "Ohmygod Toge!"

'It's all I can say' He signs as fast as he can, he'd hate for you to get too excited and expect him to say more.

You squeal, the realization kicks in as you throw your arms around his neck. Placing multiple wet kisses on the side of his face exaggeratedly, a loud 'muah!' as you filter through each one. "Say it again"

Shit. His heart is beating to fast again. He needs to focus, so he holds up a finger, looking away again. He is trying to focus but you just have him so distracted. Maybe he should not look away, perhaps you can provide all the engrossment necessary. Toge breathes in deep, looking you directly in your eyes. "Will you be my girlfriend?" His words are rushed yet you understand completely.

He does not expect you to practically tackle him, smothering him in kisses-in your love. "Of course I will!" You gush, hugging him excitedly. "Y-you learned that for me?" You ask in disbelief, tears of nothing but joy and pride welling in your eyes.

He nods and you kiss him again, the thought of being overbearing is not a concern. Not when you feel so excited and special. "Oh, I'm so lucky Toge" You grin.

You must have given him a million more kisses after that.

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Never Thought - Ava Starr x Reader

a/n: was I planning this to be two parter? no, but here we are. I figured I'd split it into two because that way yall aint overwhelmed.

tags: fluff, angst, friends (we're working on them getting together in the second part, bear with me here)

Ava's surprised to see you.

She hadn't seen you in years, yet it felt like she'd only seen you just yesterday.

When she was still under SHIELD's control, running missions, you were the one who took care of her. You bandaged her up and mended and fixed her suit. It was usually silent between the two of you, but neither of you minded. Ava liked being around you because you didn't ask many questions about her powers. The SHIELD scientists already treated her like an anomaly, and somehow, you treated her like a regular person. She liked that.

She'd told Bill all about these little moments, and he'd smile, but time and time again, he reminded Ava not to get too attached. They were going to be escaping in a couple of months, and nobody needed more emotional baggage than what they could carry.

Ava didn't listen.

She'd come back from a recon mission, simple really. It was over in a couple of hours, and she wasn't injured, so there was no need to see you in the med bay. Yet...

"Hi."

You turned around, surprised. "Oh! Ava, you scared me!" You'd been working on a prototype to upgrade Ava's suit because, for heaven's sake, how did she not have a suit that wasn't tearing apart at the seams?

"Oops, sorry," she murmured.

You giggle. "It's fine. What are you doing here anyway?" You pause, " Wait... Did you get hurt?"

"No," Ava replies. "Just wanted to talk."

"Oh." You've never really had a proper conversation beyond the usual of "Where are you hurt?" and "All done," when you bandaged her. "What did you want to talk about?"

Ava twists her gloves. She always does that when she's nervous, and currently, she doesn't know why she feels so small when she asks, "About anything really, if you don't mind?"

You smile at her. "I don't mind." Patting the chair next to you, you say, "Besides, I could use the company."

Ava smiles, and that's how she finds herself going to the medbay whenever she wasn't locked in that cage SHIELD made her call home or in missions that blurred together. She'd find herself up late at night with you rambling about your coworkers, or she'd tell you about the people she'd meet on missions and the places she'd seen.

At some point, she'd started looking forward to seeing you and you her. Bill didn't like the blooming friendship, but he'd already warned Ava, so what happened in the aftermath wasn't his fault.

Ava was on her way to see you, like usual. She was happy, happier than she'd been in a long time.

Until she saw him.

You'd mentioned him before to Ava, but she hadn't thought much about him. However, when she finds him leaning against the medbay's doorframe all smug telling jokes and you're smiling at him with the biggest smle she's ever seen.

You hadn't seen her yet. Your back was turned and Ava couldn't handle the way her heart was beating in her chest, almost as if it wanted to climb out of her throat. She did the only thing she could do. She ran.

A thousand thoughts ran through her head, but the one that kept popping up was why does it hurt so much? It felt like it had taken years to get back to her room, but at some point she made it and slammed the door closed.

"I told you not to get attached, didn't I?"

Ava quickly looks up, finding Bill sitting on her bed. "I don't want to talk about it Bill," she exhaled.

"I do need to talk to you though. We're leaving."

Ava shook her head, almost as if she didn't believe him. "What do you mean, "we're leaving"?"

Bill snapped. "I'd already told you we were going to be leaving in a couple of months. I've finally organized everything so that we can finally get away from SHIELD, from their experiements, from their abuse."

Smiling, Ava says, "That's great! When do we leave? I just need to let y/n know and-"

"Ava, you're not telling her. I was waiting for you to get back because we're leaving tonight."

Walking towards Bill, Ava goes, "No, no, not tonight. We agreed we were going to hang out-"

"That's done!" Bill yells. "You've had your chance, but if you want your freedom, we need to go, now."

Ava sniffles. "Fine."

[bottomharryjp]

Prompt:

Tim was the only omega in the pack, the only omega in a pack consisting of three betas (Alfred Dick and Duke ) and four alphas (Bruce, Cass, Damian and Jason). Being the sole omega of the wayne pack was not for the weak but Tim was stronger than most, he could handle it. Well kinda depends on what your definition of "handling it" was.

Bruce

Tim: *solving a case and chugging his 10th can of redbull in 2 hours while simultaneously riding out his heat without any problems*

Bruce: Why are you in the cave in heat? do you need a nest? should i make you one? are you sure you're fine? do you need a hot water bottle? do you need anything ?

Tim: ....

Bruce: OMG you're having stomach cramps

30 minutes later Tim found himself being smothered by Bruce in the pack nest and then soon joined by the rest of the pack.

Dick

Tim: Hey, can i borrow your hoodie for my nest?

Dick: yeah sure- wait nest? do you need help making it?

Tim: nah its fine, i just need your hoodie and then im done

Dick: yeah okay here you go

Tim: sweet, also can you let Jason know i took like three of his jackets? tell him ill give them back

Dick: So you have three of Jason's jackets but you just need one of mine

Tim: yeah?

Dick: Here take all my hoodies and my pants, and this sock and scarf *throws them all at Tim*

Tim: *covered with all sorts of clothes*

Dick: .... oops

Jason

Tim: Hey guys, Kon came over, we're just gonna go hang out in my room

Jason: you and the clone are going to your room to "hang out"

Tim: yes?

Jason: alone with an alpha

Tim: yes, Kon- el is an alpha. But what does his designation have anything to do with it?

Jason: you're not allowed to bring alphas to your room

Tim: you're an alpha! What are you trying to imply? Me and Kon aren't going to do anything

Jason: okay then if you're not doing anything then ill come too

Tim: wait-

Cass

Tim: * started his heat early * urghh I dont wanna miss patrol

- Everyone getting ready to head out

Tim: they haven't noticed right?

*just as hes about to head out*

Cass: *throws him over the shoulder* Omega has to stay home

Tim: oh come onnn !

Damian

Damian: Drake

Tim: hmm?

Damian: what are you wearing?

Tim: umm clothes?

Damian: you cannot go outside in such... provocative garments

Tim: Shut up Brat *about to leave the house*

Damian: *blocks the entrance*

Tim: are you serious? Omg what's wrong with what im wearing? Get out the way Dami !

Damian: if you dont change ill be sure to tell Father and you'll see that he will agree with me

Tim: Istg I can't even live in peace

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A SPECIAL LETTER !

- FROM THE POLAR COMPENDIUM.

― IT'S CHRISTMAS TIME!

How do you spend it with your loved one this year?

PAIRINGS:

ISAGI, MEGURU, NAGI

ISAGI

"Are you coming over?"

The question ringed in your ears as the snow below your feet crunch with every step. Snow fell around you as with each breath was visibly shown. In your hand held gifts, and a treat.

This year, your Christmas is a bit different ever since you've met your boyfriend. You see, his parents is just as sweet as the boy! Ever since they found out about your relationship you've been invited for any and every event that's happening.

Who are you to decline their kindness?

The walk was calming, you saw children running around with their friends as the sun was slowly leaving the sky. You got invited for dinner.

Your thoughts came to a stop when his house came in view and a certain blue haired boy was outside waiting. His house was decorated for the season which made you a bit excited for today.

Once you entered his field of vision, a smile was brought to his face and he made his way up to you.

"You made it."

"Of course, Merry Christmas Chi!" You exclaimed as you brought his gift to his face.

"You got me something?"

"Of course I did.." You muttered, as you placed the other items on the floor, taking him his reaction.

He took the bag, looked up at you then stuck his hand in it.

"A ball?" He thought out loud. Finally, he pulled it out and saw that indeed it was a football but signed by his favorite player.

"HOW DID YOU GET THIS?"

"I have my ways! Let's go in I got you mom that mixer she wanted!" You exclaimed, picking back up your items and made your way into the house.

In the end, his mom loved your gift, she instantly starting using it with you by her side!

BACHIRA

"MEG- PLUGH " Before the word left a snowball was planted right in your face.

He invited you over since his Christmas is really just himself and his mom. If it makes his Christmas a bit better, might as well spend the day with them!

"OOPS" And with that, he ran over to you.

You wiped the snow off your face, his crunches became louder as he came closer.

"What were you going to say?" He asked.

"Wanna make a snow family?"

His eyebrows grew as soon as the words left your mouth.

"YES! LET'S START!"

"Oh okay.." You mumbled, he loved that idea..

He started without you, rolling up the snow to make a base. You followed his lead, finding random sticks and stones to use as decorations.

"You can use my extra scarfs for them!" Meguru exclaimed.

"Oh and bring a wig!"

"What-"

"GO"

You went! His mother was inside, cooking up and setting up the table.

"Are you both coming inside now?" She asked.

"Nuh uh, we're building a snow family and I came in for scarfs and... a wig.."

"A wig?"

You shrugged as she laughed in response.

You got the scarfs, the wig and anything else you found in his room. You made ir back out in the snow and found out that he was in the process of making two more snow.. something.. it's supposed to be a snowman!

"You're back! Come!" He said, turning to face you then back at the snowmen.

You took it upon yourself to add the scarfs on the snowmen and gave the rest to Meguru, watching as he did his magic.

"Okay done!" He walked back, planting his feet next to you as he admired his work.

"So.. who are they?" You asked.

"The one with the wig is my mom and the other two are us!"

Aw! the snowblobs- snowmen.. despite the look the thought was warming!

NAGI

You were under his sheets with his laptop in front of you. Your boyfriend on the other hand was at his desktop with Minecraft up, same goes for you.

"Sei.. remove the portal."

"Why?" He muttered.

"It's not welcomed in our Christmas town." You clarified.

He sighed but a thought came in his mind. His character spinned around, checking to see if you left before he can start his plan.

"I'm gonna collect more wood, it better be gone Sei.."

"Hmm... Mhm.."

You left and Sei got to work. He collected some snow and decided to place it around the portal and placed Christmas colored blocks around it.

You both started this world at the starting of December and on Christmas night, you both still were active in the world. Seishiro had a tendency to make mob farms, portals or anything that will help his need randomly around the "town" which always ticks off a bomb in your head.

So he found a new way to hide them, add the touch of Christmas to it! He always win the battle only because he's your boyfriend..

"Did you remove it?" You asked.

"Um.."

"Sei.." You muttered. Your avatar made it back to the town and found the portal still there but with snow on it.

"Not again.."

"It's decorated."

"It's noisy."

"..Okay.."

You sighed but he ran up to you in the game, throwing a flower in your face.

"You think that will satisfy me.."

"I hope so."

You collected the flower, turned around and walked away. Seishiro on the other hand, despite being hidden under the sheets, can sense your annoyance.

He got up from his chair, made his way onto the bed and planted himself ontop of you.

"Seishiro-"

"Can we keep it.. please?" He begged. He pulled the sheet off your head and placed his own next to yours.

"Your hair is tickling my face wait-"

"Please.."

"Okay but-" Your eyes landed on his face and his small pout won you over.

"Okay fine.. we can keep it." His pout left as you gave you a kiss on your cheek then made his escape.

You sighed, walking up to the portal then looked at Seishiro next to it.

"Atleast make a path for it."

"I will."

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