#guess that the name im going with for now

[gooseraider]

hey! i saw that ur requests are open! 🌱 so i thought i’d drop something here if u’re interested.

so maybe something sweet with loser!ellie on the first date with reader and it’s just so sweet - maybe ellie’s trying to impress reader but she already really likes ellie? 🪽

write it if you want to - no pressure ☀️

love, hallow 🦋

first dates & fun facts

a/n: i’ve never been on a date so i don’t know the first thing about first dates, anyways hope you enjoy!🪿

you’re applying the finishing touches to your look, making sure the curls in your hair looked perfect. you receive a text from ellie saying she’s outside your house.

hurrying to finish getting ready, you hear a knock on your front door and after dousing yourself in perfume, you run down the stairs and open the door.

“hi.” you say, slightly winded from running to the door.

“hey, i- uh.. i got you these.” ellie says, pushing a bouquet of pink daisies towards you.

“sorry if you don’t like them, i was running late and couldn’t decide which flowers you’d like the best so i just got those because they’re pink and you said your favorite color was pink and-“

you cut off her rambling with a kiss to her cheek, “i love the flowers ellie, thank you.”

“okay cool cool, im glad you like them.”

ellie stands awkwardly in your doorway, fiddling with the loose threads on her sweater. “you ready to get going?” you ask.

“yeah, let’s go.”

ellie leads you to her car and opens the passenger door for you.

”thank you.”

“yeah no problem.”

you can tell ellie is super nervous, deciding to ask her some questions to ease the mood.

“so where are we going? you never told me.”

“oh shit, sorry, we’re going to the boardwalk. figured you’d like it y’know, there’s beaches and rides and stuff.” she says, playing around with the radio trying to get it to the right station.

“that sounds fun.”

“you sure? cause if you don’t want to we can totally like go somewhere else, i don’t mind honestly.”

“i’m sure, i love the beach and rides and stuff, especially if im going with you.”

ellie’s face turns completely red, she doesn’t speak for the rest of the way there, to flustered to form a coherent sentence.

you guys arrive at the boardwalk, ellie comes over to your side and opens the door for you. “thank you.” you say.

ellie reaches for your hand, her own hand trembling as she does. you take her hand immediately noticing how shaky she is. “hey you okay there?”

“yeah, sorry uh.. i’m just not used to going on dates y’know, especially with someone as pretty as you.”

you blush, “if it makes you feel better this is my first date as well.” you admit.

“really? no way, how?” ellie says clearly confused by your confession.

you shrug, “i don’t know, i guess i just haven’t found someone i’d want to go on a date with.”

“oh.. well i’m glad i get to take you on your first date.”

“and i’m glad you’re taking me on my first date ellie.”

you two walk along the boardwalk for a while, talking and getting to know eachother. you just found out about ellie’s hamster named saturn, and her cat named slushy.

“aww they’re so cute.” you say as you look at the photo of her cat and hamster next to each-other.

“you should come over and meet them sometime.”

“really?”

“yeah, they love meeting new people, especially slushy, she always coughs up new hairballs for guests.” ellie says while laughing.

“well now i have to meet them.”

“next date i’ll take you to see them.”

“next date? that fond of me already williams?”

“what can i say, you’re easy to fond over- wait no that makes no sense sorry i don’t know what im saying anymore.” she says, looking down trying to hide her face that’s now beet red.

“it’s okay i get what you’re trying to say, and if it helps, i’m fonding over you too.” you say, shooting her a wink.

you spot an ice cream shop ahead, “ooo look let’s go get ice cream.” you say, pulling ellie with you in the direction of the ice cream shop.

yall successfully get your ice cream and now you two are sat on a bench that overlooks the ocean. “how many sharks do you think live on the ocean?” you ask ellie

“well, we don’t know exactly how many sharks are in the ocean but it’s estimated that over a billion sharks live in the ocean.”

“woah that’s a lot.”

“yeah, there’s over 500 different species of sharks, with great white sharks being the deadliest species.”

“how do you know so much about sharks?”

“i don’t know, i guess they’re like super cool so i just research things about them.”

“okay little miss shark genius, tell me more information about sharks.” you declare, turning to face ellie.

“well uh… sharks have a sixth sense. they have an organ called ampullae of something… uh i forgot… but anyways they use it to sense electrical stimuli and hunt animals hidden under the sand in stuff.”

“wow i didn’t know that.”

“not a lot of people do, sharks are one of the most misunderstood sea creatures. everyone thinks they’re like some evil blood thirsty creature but in reality they’re just a protective species.”

you stare at her in awe, finding her random shark facts really interesting. “so… did i impress you with my shark facts or did i just ruin the date and you think im weird and you never wanna see me again.” ellie says, scratching her neck nervously.

“you did actually, now i get to say i went on a date with a pretty girl and i learned something new about sharks.” you say, taking another bite of your ice cream.

ellie continues to stare at you, you suddenly worried you said the wrong thing, “why are you looking at me like that? did i do something wrong?”

“no, shit- sorry, you just have ice cream on your face.”

“oh.” you try wiping it off, only to miss. ellie reaches over and swipes the ice cream off your lip.

you two are now realizing how close you actually are, you notice how both of your knees are touching, how you have a clear view of ellie’s eyes, and how you can feel her breath on your face. you see her glance at your lips then back to your eyes, you decide it’s now or never and you lean in, connecting your lips with hers.

the kiss is short but sweet, “sorry, i didn’t mean to do that you probably didn’t want to-“

you’re cut off by ellie leaning back in and kissing you again, this time her hand comes up to hold your face. tasting the mint flavor on her lips, you pull away.

“i’ve been wanting to do that all night.” you admit.

“took you long enough.” ellie teases.

“oh hush, we both know you wouldn’t have the balls to kiss me first.” you giggle.

the ride back to your house is much more comfortable, music playing softly in the background. ellie’s hand is resting in yours the whole way back to your house.

when you arrive at your house, ellie gets out and walks you to your front door. “i had fun tonight, thanks for going out with me.”

“i had fun as well, and thank you for teaching me random facts about sharks.”

neither of you wanting the night to end, you both settle on one last kiss to end the night.

“i really did have fun tonight, thank you.” you say, pulling away from the kiss and pulling ellie into a hug.

“same time next week?” ellie jokes.

“i’d love to.”

“wait, actually? i didn’t think you’d want to go on another date.”

“you’ve got to be kidding, i just kissed you three times tonight and you think i don’t want to see you again?”

“well not when you you say it like that.”

you roll your eyes, pulling ellie closer, “goodnight ellie, get home safe.”

“goodnight.” she says kissing the top of your head, heading back to her car.

you two wave goodbye to each-other as one last goodbye.

“god, what is this girl doing to me.” ellie says, laying her head down on the steering wheel.

[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

masterlist

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”

…

[ims0vain]

im curious and you seem to be in the loop of things, does our gorgeous lion have a gf? i know he broke things off with kissa (any idea why btw?) but highkey jealous if he does 😩 love your fics and acc! <33

much love!

(See bottom of post for new edit, thank you.)

Hey Anon, thanks for the ask!

Sooooo… I do know he’s been seeing this girl named Skyler (skyordye on IG, private account though) who is a hairstylist and lives in Florida. I haven’t seen her in any recent tour photos (maybe I’m just not looking in the right places?) but I’m assuming they’re still together? I believe they’ve been together for a few years now.

Now, Kissa… 😣🤮 So, from what I’ve heard, she’s a narcissist. She’s really controlling and would put Jim down and contribute towards his low self esteem and insecurities. Which is awful in my opinion. I guess they would fight constantly and there were a few incidents where he told her to leave either the show or the tour and go home. I guess she would also get into arguments with the other members and/or their wives/girlfriends. People didn’t seem to like her much.

During the Covid lockdown, I guess Jim had gotten so anxious that he ended up getting back together with her but eventually down the road I heard he ended up cheating on her with Skyler and that’s what ended their relationship permanently. Kissa would also troll fans online and supposedly would go on Jim’s IG account and block people. Idk if that’s true or not so don’t quote me.

From what I’m aware, he and Skyler are still together but again, I’m not one hundred percent sure. And I agree with you, totally high key jealous.

Thanks for all the love and for the ask! 💕

Edit: I’m adding an edit to this post because it’s blown up so much. Rumors are rumors and no one knows for sure what is true or not. Sure, information gets spread around the internet and people speculate. That’s all this is, speculation. Pictures are with a thousand words and word of mouth can be taken as a grain of salt. I’m just here to answer any questions anyone might have to the best of my knowledge, anyone is free to add anything they please. I do not claim to be an expert on Jim Root’s relationship(s).

That being said, I do thank anyone who has contributed to this post! 💕💕

[nanamismoonchild]

lads men and their first impression of black mc

Rafayel

Was at the park, sitting and sketching under a tree

And there you were

Sunlight kissing your skin and giving you a glow that he had to hurry up and draw

And it was so so so fortunate that the tree he was sitting under was your favorite tree

"'Scuse me? Can I sit under this tree with you? I wont sit next to you but behind it. You'll never know im there."

"I've already noticed you and I like what I see."

😊<-you

"Sit where I am. I would like to draw you."

Sylus

Your weapon was drawn but the man in front of you looked like he wanted to laugh at you

"What are you laughing at?"

"I bet you can't handle me like you handle that gun."

😡<-you

"I can pin you to this floor right the fuck now."

"Please do so."

And you proceeded to so and the tall white haired man with the pretty red eyes had the GALL to say "harder"

"I dont go harder until after the first date."

"Hmmm. Then let's go get some dinner before you handcuff me."

Caleb

Bricked up.

Why?

Because you're throwing ass right. in. front. of. him.

It's a full circle and he's hypnotized .

Your dress is riding up and he thinks hes going to die right then and there.

But would die happy

"I don't got any ones on me but I got some hundreds (🤢)...and maybe some dinner."

"I'll take both." (Period mc)

Xavier

When Xavier he was getting a partner, he didn't realize the nuance

You showed up, standing ten toes down and 2 pistols up.

You saved his life not once, but twice during a particularly bad zone and not once, but twice did you give him the "what is this pale boy doing" look

"I guess I'll have to make it up to you by buying you dinner tonight and every night after this one, wifey."

🤨<-you

"A wifey has a ring and I don't have one."

"Then give me 2 months to put one on you."

Zayne

Zayne had heard snickers from the other doctors and nurses.

A black doctor had joined his team while he was away.

Giving them a look, he shut it down immediately.

Becoming a cardiothoracic surgeon was no joke.

He had planned a lunch to meet you for the first time.

And there you were. Heels? Clacking. White coat? Ironed. Hair? Bouncing. Lips? Red and full. Name tag? Smooth and clear.

Zayne was already in love before you even sat across from him.

"Hello, Dr. Li. It's a pleasure-"

"No, it's MY pleasure. Call me Zayne, here I'll spell it for you so you can put it in your phone. Also here's the key to my house. "

[yinyuedijun]

okay wait I did figure out how to make this selfship story line me yet not me . walk with me (or don't..... this is a deranged storyline)

so like. kaixiang (or whatever her name is, let's call her that for now) is from this far east land called serica (term for silk road china in ye olde greece). in some timelines, the kremnoan detachment makes it over there and try to make it a homeland because they conquered the locals rip. and that's how kaixiang meets mydei. in some other timelines, kaixiang just makes it over to okhema while fleeing from the black tide and meets mydei there. they get real close in all the timelines and mydei's memory glitches get extremely very wonky around her. in all timelines she gets killed by lygus.

"but mao," you ask, "why on earth in a greek-coded world would there be a chinese person? why is the timeline so wack around her? why is lygus killing her all the time?" and that would be because kaixiang is not actually an amphorean. she is a virus 😎

ENTER THE REAL KAIXIANG (mao? this is Me). they are kind of a girlfailure and they have the appearance of a NEET most of the time when they're doing overtime (and they're always doing overtime somehow). nevertheless the erudition gazed upon them, which I guess? makes them an emanator? I don't understand hsr lore. anyway this loser nerd decides they aren't on board with the whole destruction heat death thing so they've been trying to interfere with the amphoreus simulation via a trojan horse virus, which manifests as an AI modelled after themself. kaixiang is like mao's mary sue insert character SKFHSKSB it's very meta that way.

so mao releases kaixiang into amphoreus but doesn't really pay attention to what's going on in each cycle. they just kinda let the simulation run in the background while doing their NEET hobbies, it's kinda like doing hsr dailies on auto. at the end of each cycle they check to see what the outcome is and they mald because lygus wipes the virus each time.

unbeknownst to mao, kaixiang kinda develops a kind of sentience throughout all these cycles and realises that amphoreus is a doomed project. she has gotten really attached to the world and is super depressed about the thought of losing everyone. so in one of the final cycles (the one with TB and danheng), she acts as a virus does and copies all the amphoreus data for the major characters SGLHDKDJD then sends it back to mao. mao the girlfailure receives this data. they decide to download the amphoreus character data into tangible bodies for......some unethical reason I don't know yet.

anyway the amphoreus characters escape the planet in this way and they have memories of all the cycles including their doomed fates 💀

mydei makes a BEELINE for mao because he thinks they're kaixiang but they're really not. this is very tragic for him because every time he sees this little loser NEET, he sees his lover/friend/fuckbuddy of like ten thousand timelines, but it's really not them. I do think when mao discovers that kaixiang consistently lusted after mydei, they are like "yeaaah I would do that" because kaixiang was originally based on their consciousness and. well. they find mydei really sexyhotbeautiful.

I THINK? it does work out. mao locks in and binge watches all ten thousand cycles where the wankai ship happens and is so inconsolable by the end of it that they go to mydei and bawl pathetically. and they're like IM NEVER GONNA BE HER YOULL NEVER LOVE ME LIKE YOU LOVE HER (<- they are nonsharing with their own AI self and believe their f/o mydei would never go for them.) but he finds it kinda funny because kaixiang did have a pathetic miserable side to her and he's like ah yes. this is my sexyloserbeautiful wife. we are reunited.

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i’m neapolitan ( yes my name is neapolitan now stfu ) —16 (17 on june 30th ), and this is my little corner of the internet. ima be writing mostly about iowa wbb, uconn wbb, and usc wbb . dms and reqs are open !! my most used nicknames by my friends are probably nea, nene, or harpie ( my mothers name was harper ).

yes, i’m pacific american, hawaiian, and black, so you already know the culture’s deep and the vibes are real. i’m also a no label girlie, wlw, and yes, i might steal ya girl (respectfully. or not.).

i have 3 siblings , my dad’s single . well no actually , he has a fiancée. SHES SO NICE TO ME !! my dads fiancée has kids, 2. so in total there’s five kids. i love them all

cabin 4 agriculture , cancer , pjo fanatic , rian forestier’s babygirl ( im being deadass ) . jewell loyds daughter , ( in a different universe ) . people say i look like nick cannon and mariah carey’s secret daughter or whatever , i guess i’ll take it . paige bueckers and azzi fudds niece ( in a different universe  ) . 

my favorite artists are lana del ray , the weeknd , grouplove , tv girl , current joys , fitz and the tantrum , roar , faye webster , clairo , beebadoobee , pinkpantheress , john + jane q. public , the cranberries , the smiths , the beatles , nirvana , PARTYNEXTDOOR , bryson tiller , brent faiyaz , sza , kendrick lamar , anna wise , mariah the scientist , jhene aiko , etc.

@mrsarnold , @americasfavoritelesbian , @2prettyyjayahhh , @lightgore , @inesbaby21 , @yannafilms , @chloenextdoorr , @archivessofkassidee

OKAY BYE GIRLS AND GAYS

— neapolitan

[renrockzzzz]

hows this sound for a coming out letter that ill give to my parents before i go on like, a sleepover-

"dear mom and dad, guess what. im trans. maybe you dont believe me and maybe you dont support me, and thats okay, sometimes i dont believe myself either. i just thought i'd tell you before i go back to school so you might let me cut my hair or dress more masculine, which you always tell me not to do. if not, thats okay, i just wanted to tell you the real reason why i want those things. also, please do not yell at me for this, even if you do not support, it would be very much appreciated. im not sure if ill ever get the fancy surgery or testosterone or anything like that (lets hope i dont start balding at 18), and maybe i wont even be trans in the future, but as of now, i feel like im a boy, and i'd really appreciate if you could support me and understand me. I know it may take a while getting used to, and i'd probably be sobbing if i was telling you this in person, and again, if you don't support then it doesnt matter much, cause there will be nothing new for you to get used to as you will not acknowledge this note. thank you for listening, your son, - (deadname)- deadname cuz they're used to that and if i was actually out as trans my name would prolly be something more masc than ren, also i wouldnt be "bigender nonbinary and male or boyflux or demiboy", id probably just be male, only reason im not now is because im not out, meaning im treated like a woman and since im so used to it, i occasionally feel like one. also i look like a girl so womp womp.

ik its lengthy and id fix the spelling and put it inside 3 envelopes, but its either that or i never tell them and come home from 9 years of medical school as a boy or they find out randomly because i am VERY obvious.... idk yall should i tell them :333 (for context, i think they'll support, we'll just have to have a lot of talks about it, and my mom probably wont like it very much or believe me, though she wont say it to my face, and my dad will support but just not care besides random deep ass car convos about it... also my family is going through some shit just with a sibling and whatnot so i dont want to bother them so i may just tell them when everything gets better (if ever) and stuff, yk.)

[takesyouranemo]

Wrong Time, Right Guy

cw: FemReader/body, Modern AU, smut, Unclear consent at first, oral (F-Receiving), Voyeurism, semi-public setting, overstimulation, degrading, Teeth play, and mast3rbation.

Word Count: 3,198 (3K+)

Summary: Wanderer walks in on you pleasuring yourself on the couch, when you thought he was gone. His reaction was not what you expected at all.

Notes: This is my 2nd fanfic, I hope im doing better. I did some more research, and im hoping to improve- starting with adding the Content warning. I didn’t add on the last one. So. Sorry for that ;-;. Anyway, I had fun writing this!

(My writing skills are not 100% yet, english is not my first language. So please let me know how I can improve on anything!)

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(1st person)

- Spending time by myself has always been easier, peaceful, and relaxing. Unfortunately, I couldn’t afford living in a nice little apartment like this one by myself. Beautiful wooden dark oak floors, a kitchen house wives would kill for, and a handsome specimen to come home too. Wanderer is what his name is, everyone calls him by Hat Guy though at the college we go to.

We have been living together for a year now, and have been doing fine I guess.

Hmph. If only he was just as nice as he was to look at. His attitude was just as painfully hot as the tea he brews every morning. I swear he wakes up with a stick up his ass.

Luckily his pretty face makes up for it, if it weren’t for it, I would have just avoided him all completely. Instead of sitting with him, and eating breakfast.

“Take a picture. It would last longer.”

I keep staring at him, maybe a picture would suit him better. I take out my phone and snap a picture of him looking at me like he was going to kill me.

He scoffs. “You are such an idiot. Delete that.” He reaches over the table for my phone. I quickly pull back.

“No, you said I could. Your own fault for not choosing your words properly.”

I keep scrolling through my phone, ignoring the glares he was giving me before he pulls back against his own chair. Crossing his arms, as he looks away from me.

“Whatever.”

He scoffs again, something he really does too often. He finishes up his food, picking up his own plate and placing it inside the sink.

Watching him as he walks over to his room and locks himself inside it. The apartment was pretty big for just the two of us. The kitchen and living room being connected together, and the front door being a clear shot from the TV.

After a few minutes of scrolling through my phone. He walks out his room with his bag, a new outfit, and a new attitude. Closing his door and making his way to the other one.

“Where are you going?”

He doesn’t turn around. Instead he grabs his keys from the key hanger and opens the front door to leave.

“Im going out, a few people called for my attention. Wont be back till later, so don’t wait for me.”

He leaves, closing the door. Not even waiting for my reply.

“Hmph. Not like I would wait for you anyway.”

I keep scrolling through my phone, and unconsciously going back to the picture that I took of him. I lean onto the table, resting my head on the palm of my hand. Commending the picture I took of him. It wasn’t the best picture, and I didn’t have others to compare it to, so it’s fine.

He really does have such a pretty face.. why does a guy like him get blessed with good looks but a cold attitude?

My eyes sink into the photo a little more, his eyes were a pretty piercing violet. A strong body no doubt. Yet feminine facial features, like a doll.

I wouldn’t be surprised if he was blessed with other features too.. you know, his personality isn’t that bad, its almost a little sexy. If I were to ask him to do it with me, would he agree to it? I don’t think I would mind such a fate..

My eyes widen in realization, slapping my phone down onto the table. What am I thinking? And about him? You really are an idiot! My face heats up, both my elbows now on the table, covering my face.

“You’re ovulating or something.. oh my archons.”

I stand up from my seat, grabbing my own plate and walking around the table, and then placing it into the sink. My movements felt almost robotic, as I rush over to the couch, grabbing my phone on the way, sitting down with my leg’s propped up against me.

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I tried not thinking about him as I turned the TV on—especially not his cheeky remarks or the way he spoke like he knew everything. Knew me.

I curled tighter, resting my head on my knees. Pretending like Tropical wildlife was the most compelling thing i’ve ever seen.

The toucan screeched.

“Wow, I feel deeply Educated right now,” I muttered dryly, tightening my grip around my knees like that would stop the heat pooling between my legs.

My mind betraying me instantly, conjuring images of his hands exploring every inch on my body. He could call me anything, a mess a slut, his— and I wouldn’t care.

“What a slutty mind you have.. thinking about me like this?”

I imagined his hands gliding down my thighs, my own legs parting on instinct, slow and unsure, like they were waiting for him. Tugging my shorts down to my knees, my fingers slipping under the waistband of my underwear, brushing over my slick warmth, pretending they were his.

“What are you doing..” I whispered to myself, the TV was still running the documentary that I had no interest in anymore. My fingers rubbing gentle circles around my clit.

“Stupid fucking asshole..” I muttered again, my breath catching as my fingers working a deeper rhythm. My thoughts couldn’t help but visualize him watching me, kneeling down in front of me. I couldn’t stop.

——— 2nd

You didn’t hear the door open, too caught up in your own frustrations, the low hum of the TV, the pulsating feeling between your legs, and the images of him in your mind.

Wanderer coming in like normal, quiet, unbothered, if anything it was like a regular day.

He drops his bag on the floor with a soft thud, and hung up his keys like always. Brushing his hair from his face with his fingers as he walked over to his room without caring to look around, his hand already on the doorknob.

Then he froze.

His brows twitched the moment he heard it— soft, breathy muffled sounds, coming from the couch. Barely audible, but unmistakably you.

And then-“Wanderer…”

His own name being called out like a sin.

He couldn’t help but cover his mouth with his free hand, staring blankly down at the floor. His cheeks flushing pink.

His hand only gripped the doorknob tighter, his knuckles turning white, jaw clenching as he turns his gaze towards the source of the noise. He didn’t say anything.. he didn’t move. His hand dropping from his mouth.

Just stood there, his expression twitching between irritation and something more dangerous.

Deciding whether to turn around and pretend like nothing happened, or deal with the problem.

“Mmh.. Wanderer.. just like that..” Your moan was soft, enticing, and so casual it was infuriating. Like you didn’t care who could overhear you.

In the living room of all places.. you decided to please yourself in the living room, where he could walk in at any second?

Something inside him snapped.

His footsteps hit the floor hard, fast. Only noticing him when the sound cut through your your haze. By then it was roo late, he was already in front of you, looming over the couch.

He leans in close, boxing you in, one hand braced beside your head. The scent of cold air, and braised pork clinging onto his clothes from outside.

“What the hell are you doing?” His voice was low yet stern. “You idiot what type of person does this type of thing in the living room?” His voice should have sounded angrier, but it didn’t, there was to much breath in it. Too much restraint..

His eyes were locked on your eyes, your lips, your flushed cheeks, and your thighs you tried to close.

Instantly you felt shame wash over you. Shrinking back his presence heavy. “W-Why are you back so early??”

“They canceled plans.”

His jaw was tense. His brows furrowed. Everything about him screamed frustration. You knew he had every right to be, every guilty bone in your body tensing up, ready to receive whatever form of scolding.

Instead of him pulling away to yell or say anything like you expected, he leaned in and kissed you.

Hard.

He pulled back slowly. “Didn’t expect to catch my roommate like this,” he muttered, his voice thick with something darker.

Your eyes flicked up to his, dazed. They drove him crazy, more than he would like to admit. “Or..” he leaned in again, his lips hovering over yours.

“is this what you so desperately wanted??” He leans in again, capturing your lips. Hungrier this time, more possessive, Swallowing the soft moans coming from your mouth.

He felt like he could go on forever if he wanted to, something about you really turned him on, he never wanted to stop.. Slowly parting to let you breathe.

You gasp as his lips detach from yours, your hands gripping the couch as your body tried to catch up.

“W-Wait.. wanderer..” your voice trembled in uncertainty, even if your lips already craved more.

Why wasn’t he creeped out? Disgusted or at-least saying something?

He understood what you were trying to get at. Though it doesn't interest him to answer it for her. There was something so delicious about how nervous she was, and he had every intention on savoring it.

He slowly spreads your legs again, taking your shorts off completely for better access, tossing them aside somewhere. His fingers exploring the spot you were pleasuring yourself from causing you to gasp again.

“Tell me.” He growled softly, “Tell me how you were imagining me touching you. You looked so fucking pathetic earlier.. pleasuring yourself so easily.”

You shivered, his words stung so good in a way that made your thighs tremble. Yet too shy to say anything now that he was right in front of you.

“I.. don’t..” you mumble, not being able to bring yourself to say anything.

Two fingers slipping into your wet cunt without warning. “Don’t get shy now Y/N. You were so easily fucking yourself on this couch earlier. I would expect you to have at least something to say to me~” a smirk growing on his lips.

“Shit—” you say breathily, the intrusion causing you to gasp. Your hips shifting forward, searching for more.

He chuckles, knowing what he was doing to you. Amused by your cute expressions. Your moan was so soft and feminine, he just wanted to know what other ways there were to bring out those noises out from you. "You liked that?" he whispers in your ears.

"Mmhm.." you nodded your head. You looked so desperate, your pussy already so wet from how much you must have been playing with yourself earlier.

He presses kisses into your neck, nipping at your sensitive skin, leaving dark marks behind. His fingers slipping from your desperate heat, fluttering, missing what was once occupying its space.

"Were going to try this again. And I won't repeat myself this time. So listen close." His voice was low and commanding. His hands sliding down the length of your outer thighs.

"Tell me. How you imagined. Me touching you." he wanted to see you flustered, and humiliated. He figured you owed him honestly-- after the way he found you. Sprawled out.. he couldn't get the image out of his head, and he didn't care to.

You gulped nervously, what he was telling you to do was so shameful, so embarrassing, yet.. so.. soo.. arousing.

"I.. Imagined your hands roaming my body.." your voice quivered, your eyes not letting you hold eye contact with him.

Check~ he smirks. His gaze following yours,-- to where his hands were already gliding down the curve of your thigh, stroking your skin like he owned it.

"and.. your fingers, inside me.." you glance up, trying to read him-- but his expression-- unreadable.

"Your lips-" He didn't let you finish your sentence before his lips came crashing into yours hungrily.

His hand slips to the back of your neck, pulling you deeper into the kiss, tasing the sound of your need.

He had been wanting to do that for a while now..

His fingers tracing the inner part of your thigh, your skin trembling in anticipation, It all fed his ego even more. You couldn't understand why he was doing this to you, or why it came so easy to him, but at this point you didn't care.

All you were thinking about was how much better this was than just imagining him doing it..

"mmh." Your muffled noises was music to his ears, as your squirmed, your hips rocking practically begging for it to be touched.

He parts his lips slightly, just hovering over yours. His fingers making their way down to your aching cunt, slipping them back inside.

“Was it like this?” His fingers curve, looking for your sweet spot; neglecting your clit that you so desperately wanted touched.

Your moans were soft, moving your hips towards his fingers which made him chuckle. Glad he was making you feel good. His fingers still sliding in and out of you, taking his sweet time.

"Or.. like this?" His fingers curving and twisting slightly, finding it, that deep sensitive spot inside you. Causing you to jolt slightly upon feeling it.

"yes! just like that- mmh.." You pleaded, It felt good, but it wasn't enough and he knew it. He eyes linger on you for a moment, a small smile creeping to his lips.

"I know you want more.." He muttered, slowly moving down in between your legs, admiring how wet you were as he watches his fingers sink in and out your cunt.

"p-please, Wanderer.." your voice trembled.

His lips skim your inner thigh, deliberately avoiding where you were dripping for him. His teeth sinking in, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make you gasp, leaving behind a mark that blooms under his touch.

"Jeez, Your so needy." He hums lowly.

Archons, your reactions are so captivating. Gently pressing his cheek against your thigh, savoring you, as his fingers continued to work on you. How long have you been thinking of him like this? was it coincidentally in his favor catching you off guard?

If so.. how lucky of him..

His tongue tracing over the tender spot where he had just bitten you. Your reactions were so adorable, quivering desperately. He flicks your clit with his tongue, teasing you. Your legs quivering.

"W-wanderer, I need you.. please" you mewl. Were really begging? Never in your life did you think that Wanderer would be so up for this, it really made you question what your really even knew about him..

"Took you long enough, all you had to do was ask~" he murmured, before withdrawing his fingers, watching you clench around nothing. He then dipped his head lower, tongue gliding through your slick heat.

God, you tasted divine.. Nothing better then just watching someone crumble beneath you.

He propped your thighs apart, his braced beneath your knees, holding you exactly how he wanted you. His tongue tasting you.

Your bundle of nerves feeling every time he nipped your clit, making you jolt, then soothed the sting with his tongue- again and again..

It was getting so swollen and sensitive, your legs were trembling.

"Please! hah- Wanderer stop- Its too mu-much..!" You sobbed. Your cheeks a flushed red.

"Ive barely even started, Is this all it takes to ruin you? Pathetic." He grins.

"s-shut up!" Your hand fists his hair, "I cant! I-I cant!" you moan out louder. Trying so hard not to close your thighs on him.

He kept overstimulating your clit with the nipping, knowing you were close.

"Fuck! Wanderer!"" you cry out as you finally came undone, your legs trembling and your hand gripping his hair tighter. Sweat drips down your thighs as his tongue kept working you through it.

"mmh." He muttered, licking lazily at the mess he made, enjoying it like a prize before backing up. Watching you in awe, your breath heavy, and so destroyed.

"You really are cute like this Y/N."

"just.. shut up.." You mumble, still breathless. Your hand finally slowly letting go of his hair and down to your thigh.

He grins, "if this was just my tongue," he said his voice predatory. "imagine what I'll do when I actually fuck you." He slowly stand back up, leaning into you.

Your face heats up again, covering your own face in embarrassment. He scoffs, then leans into your ear.

"I hope that slutty pussy of yours can handle more, Y/N," he purrs, smirking darkly. His fingers grazing your thigh again, a teasing warning. A small gasp leaving your lips.

"Because I'm not done with you yet."

[bunnieswithknives]

Mostly familiar stuff, but I'm doing my best to keep it interesting ! Dorothy was surprisingly hard to draw at first, but really fun and cute once I figured her out :3

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yall are mad about all the people in twelve knowing each other when twelve is canonically the smallest district and all of them WOULD be the same age if they were alive. lol. lmao even

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updated some ref sheets and also actually made jcj one

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