#[ my brand at this point is ''hi i did something nobody asked for again'' ]

[yumeboshi]

𝜗𝜚。．．❛ #02. XXX!

𐙚 topic。．hcs of random things that turn on hsr men

．。𝜗𝜚 cw。suggestive content, i wrote this with no brain, MINORS DNI

．。𝜗𝜚 a/n。aven, sunday, and blade. I wanna write for my bootyhill but i need to study him more to get a grip of him lol

#AྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིVENTURINE ⇢ rebuking his argument in a fight

。i js know he would go crazy when you do this 。he’d find people who just agree with him as boring. To him it may look even insincere 。but you? countering his smartly crafted arguments with irresistible logic with your pretty brain, glaring at him as you do with those adorable eyes? 。this man would go from being mad to being horny. tbh he would have probably already been horny in the argument 。nobody can be more masochistic than he is

“ARE YOU STUPID?” You glare at your boyfriend who looks nonchalant as he idly examines the coin between his fingers. “Fucking look at me. Do you know what happens when you join forces with them? You’re just risking the IPC and it will eventually lead to your unfortunate befall.”

You continue barreling on furiously with concrete points. Every time you prove him wrong, his eyes dance and he tries his hardest to bite back the grin that plays at his lips as you rant on. You are so perfect, he thinks- he is nonetheless impressed at you, your wondrous little brain. Something snaps inside of him when he sees you focused on derailing his points, your lips moving quickly to spit out syllables. He feels a loud moan caught in his throat.

“I get it, I’m sorry, princess, I won’t do it.” he suddenly surrenders and you eye him suspiciously as he advances, hands sneaking up to your back. “Let’s talk this out in bed, ‘m gonna apologize to you there.” He says softly, giving you lovely kisses along your neck but the way his fingers dig into your skin lets you know he’s not going to wait any longer.

And you will be confused as hell, because although you did win the argument, you feel like you just lost something else, a hidden little game he never taught you the rules to.

#SྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིUNDAY ⇢ whipped cream on your lips

。hear me out… i have a gut feeling he likes it a little too much 。ik it’s totally random but he will go nuts when he sees you bite down a particularly creamy cake that promptly smears its remains over your mouth- he tries to think of something more dignified, but he just can’t. His poor brain keeps returning to the most vulgar visuals of you. 。he will always point out whatever you had near your mouth when you two eat, because he’s such a clean freak, but anything with cream, specifically white whipped cream, he will be unable to comment on it and fall weirdly silent to he point you are confused why you not hear his scolding to wipe your mouth. 。he’ll just watch you eat dessert with a smile on your face as you savor the taste innocently. Unfortunately his brain is not, and he will start to feel his cock struggle under the fabric. 。”you have cream over your mouth, sweetheart. should i clean it for you?” he’ll sound restrained, like he’s being choked but his expression doesn’t waver. 。and after he found out his new obsession, he will literally only buy you huge whipped cream cakes for dessert.

“THE CAKE HERE IS SO GOOD.” You savor the taste happily and dig into the whipped cream cake and eat without much care. “Where’s it from?”

Sunday is too busy staring at you to register that. The creamy ring around your pink lips. It bothers him in a bad way. It’s making him feel like he is out of breath. His wings flicker wildly like a cooling fan, trying to blow off the heat that suddenly started to build inside his stomach like a raging primal flame that’s trapped by his own conscience.

You tap his shoulder gently and he snaps back to reality and tries to stare at your eyes instead, yes, lovely eyes, he thinks- your words phase in and out as he gulps, darting his eyes back to the cake.

“…the brand? The cake brand?” You ask again, frowning at his silence.

“Ah, yes, sorry, sweetheart. I was thinking of something else for a moment.” He breathlessly apologizes, the words spilling out a little too quickly like an excuse that makes your frown deepen in confusion— he closes his eyes and opens them again so the heat will ebb away. But his plans are obliterated when you take a portion of the cake and eat it, all while looking at him in the eye with curious doe eyes.

That’s when he can’t restrain himself anymore. He suddenly seizes your chin with his gloved hand, making you squeal in surprise when he practically devours your lips, licking up the cream residue around them roughly before shoving it inside your mouth with his tongue. The sweet cream melts when it gets to your mouth, mixing with his saliva that dips down your chin to make messy thick lines.

“It was from a shop at Golden Hour. I hope you like the taste,” he’d say as if he didn’t just feast on your mouth like a starved beast. “Me personally, i think it’s a tad too sweet.”

#BྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིLADE ⇢ treating his wounds

。it’s ironic because Blade doesn’t want to be healed at all 。but how could he refuse you you’re frantically at his door with an emergency kit, worry written all over you- you are like a cute puppy that keeps following him around. 。he lets you do it reluctantly at first, grumbling about it inwardly 。but when you lift up his shirt with no hesitation to put gauze to soak in the blood, his muscles tense visibly, when your touch ghosts over his skin like tiny little lilies blooming in their wake. 。what have you done to him? He feels nothing but tension and something he didn’t want to register, something a little too pleasant to him. 。and at some point he will actually look forward to having his would treated by you. He still likes pain, but he likes your touch drifting over his bruised skin like an innocent butterfly way more.

“DOES IT HURT?” You softly pat the ointment around another fresh scar on his broad chest. It pains you to see that most of the scars are near his heart. You sigh like a worried mother. “You worry me.”

“I enjoy it,” he grunts in response, but his brain ran a quick recap. Enjoy what? The pain? Or your smooth touch?

“Stay still,” you say, and he does, as you carefully squeeze in another ointment into an ugly looking scar. His eyes never leave you the whole time, his muscles tense at the pain but otherwise he’s relaxed. His intimidating stare makes you scared a little, considering this mysterious man didn’t speak his mind often.

“I think that’s it,” you say, quickly trying to lower Blade’s shirt back- but the man grabs your wrist mid-action. You jump, confused. His eyes are unreadable but he states, “You’re not done.”

you frown in puzzlement. “I double-checked, im pretty sure I didn’t miss a spot.”

He lifts his shirt up and with his bandaged finger, cuts open the scar you just treated for him, making it ooze another layer of fresh blood around the dried wound. His lips form a rare smirk as he looks at your wide-eyed stare.

“There, you have a new wound to work on.”

He will do that until you are out of ointment, and the next day he will come visit you first this time with another set of fresh scars.

[once-upon-an-imagine]

Dear Prudence - Remus Lupin

A/N: well, again this keeps on working so… I hope you guys like it!

Request - Anonymous asked: Could I request a one-shot with hufflepuff potter!reader x Remus where James is favored by their parents for being in Gryffindor and on the quidditch team and being a golden child, and the reader is very kind and close to James but used to being ignored. Remus woos her and James is protective when he first finds out but comes around. Also short!reader please, I love Remus being a gentle giant

Warnings: James is favored by his parents over the reader, but they are not mean or anything, and I think that's it :)

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter :) gif isn’t mine :D  

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Dear Prudence

Dear Prudence, won't you come out to play? Dear Prudence, greet the brand new day The sun is up, the sky is blue It's beautiful and so are you

The first thing Remus noticed, were the letters.

“Hey, sunshine” Remus smiled when he spotted you as he entered the Great Hall.

“Hi moonshine” you smiled back at him.

“You know that’s not what you think it is, right?”

“Yes, it is. I am the sun and you are the moon” you insisted as he rolled his eyes a little.

“Whatever you say, love” he chuckled as the two of you reached the other three Marauders sitting at the Gryffindor table.

“Hey Jamie, I think our envelopes got mixed up” you said, walking over to your brother.

“Hey, bug” he smiled at you. “How do you know?” he asked, grabbing the envelope in front of him. “This one says my name” he said, confused as Remus sat down next to your brother.

“Yeah, this one also says James. F. Potter” you said, showing it to him. “But it feels a lot more pages than mine and it has those golden star stickers mum always puts on yours, Goldie” you smirked, mocking him and switching the letters.

“Oh, Goldie! I love that, I am calling you that from now on!” Sirius laughed.

“Shut up, Padfoot!” James said, hitting his arm as you opened the letter James had and saw your name inside.

“Yep, this one’s mine” you told him, taking out the single page.

“Would you like to sit down with us?” Remus offered, smiling brightly at you. So, of course, you couldn’t refuse.

“Why thank you, Remus, that is very kind of you” you said sitting between him and James, hitting your brother’s arm in the process.

“Hey! What did I do?” he asked, with his mouth half-full.

“That’s where you got that from?” Sirius asked, glaring at you a little as James opened his envelope and Remus caught at least four pages coming out of it. He didn’t want to obviously point that out, so he asked something different instead.

“How come both envelopes were addressed to James?” he asked, making you look up at him and you answered before James could.

“Mum writes to him so much, she made the envelopes, especially for him” you smirked, pinching his cheek and your brother quickly snapped your hand away.

“That’s not true!” he argued, with a hint of blush on his cheeks.

“Isn’t it? She writes to you at least twice a week” you mocked him. “I bet nobody else in the entire school comes close to how many letters you get” you told him.

“She writes to you too!”

“Yeah, every other week” you said, rolling your eyes and going back to your letter. “And even then she always asks about you” you said, showing it to him.

“That’s not true!”

“Wanna bet?”

“Fine! Five Galleons” James smirked proudly. You quickly went back to your letter, quickly spotting James’ name.

“Ah-ha! Here we are” you smirked back at him. “‘Make sure to take care of Jamie and give him a big kiss and hug for me’” you said, pointing the sentence at the bottom of your letter as James blushed furiously. “Aw, c’mere, Jamie, gimmie a kiss” you said, throwing your arms around his shoulders and peppering his cheek with kisses while the other three Marauders laughed.

“Ugh, get off me, you annoying bug!” he said pushing you away and making you crash into Remus, who quickly wrapped his arms around your waist so you wouldn’t fall.

“S-sorry, Rem” you said, feeling your cheeks burn as he helped you up.

“No problem, love” he smiled. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah” you chuckled.

“Well, you two are simply the sweetest thing in the world” you heard Sirius from across the table.

“Shut up, Sirius!”

“Shut up, Padfoot!”

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The second thing Remus noticed, were the family dinners.

During Christmas break, it was not surprising at all that the entire group of Marauders were residing at the Potters’ house. This year, Mrs. Potter had even got each of them a stocking, which he later found out had been your request, and Remus felt happier than he had in years. Since his mum passed away, he and his father never really liked celebrating Christmas anymore, so the feeling of this home made him warm inside and he loved it. And he especially loved spending more time with you, even if you were locked in your room most of the time.

“James, darling, where is your sister? Dinner is almost ready” he looked up from his book when Mrs. Potter came into the living room.

“Probably locked in her room” James shrugged.

“Well, could you go get her, please love?”

“Just a second, mum, I’m about to beat Padfoot” James smirked as they played Chess.

“I can go” Remus offered, marking the page on his book and getting up.

“Thank you so much, Remus. It is lovely to have actual help around here” she said, before messing James’ hair as he complained to his mother.

Remus chuckled and went upstairs to your room. He had realized this was probably the only room in your entire house he had never seen, aside from your parents’ room. He suddenly found himself feeling extremely curious to see how your room was. And why you insisted on spending so much time on it. He gently knocked on your door but he didn’t receive any response. It didn’t come as a surprise since he could hear the music blasting from the other side. He smiled when he recognized the song. It had become kind of your thing. He knew you loved muggle music and he loved introducing you to it.

Wouldn't it be nice if we were older? Then we wouldn't have to wait so long And wouldn't it be nice to live together? In the kind of world where we belong?

His smile grew wider when he heard your voice on top of the original song and he tried to knock harder but still, no response. So, he carefully opened the door. Whatever Remus had in mind about your room (which he may or may not think about more than he would like to admit) he never pictured this. Your room was as big as James’ if not a bit bigger, but you had a lot more windows and a lot more colors, by far. James’ room was decorated with Gryffindor colors and Quidditch teams he loved. But yours? Yours had paintings everywhere. Every wall. Top to bottom. Even some parts of your ceiling. How did you ever get to paint that high? He may never know. You were currently painting the side of your window with colorful flowers. Peonies. Your favorite.

You know it's gonna make it that much better When we can say goodnight and stay together

Wouldn't it be nice if we could wake up In the morning when the day is new? And after having spent the day together Hold each other close the whole night through

“Um, sunshine?”

“Remus° you turned to him, smiling brightly. Remus had never seen you so beautiful. You had possibly every single color in your pallet all over your face, your clothes, and your hands. “Sorry, I didn’t hear you” you said, walking over to your record player and making the song stop.

“Yeah, I figured as much” he chuckled. “What are you doing?”

“Oh, I get really bored of my walls every now and then, and I start all over again” you explained. “I was in a very flowery mood” you said, pointing at your latest painting.

“That’s beautiful” he told you. “Did you paint all of the rooms in your house?”

“Yes, except Jamie’s” you explained. “He said I’m just going to ruin his Quidditch posters” you said, rolling your eyes. “But I did the guest rooms” you said, smiling. “Yours was inspired by ‘The Little Prince’” you informed him.

“I could tell” he smiled. “My favorite book when I was a kid” he added.

“I remember you telling me that” you smiled back.

“Do you know that program on our last year for magical paintings? You should really apply for next year” he suggested.

“You really think so?” you smiled and he nodded. “I have… actually been thinking about it” you informed him.

“You should” he smiled.

“I might” you smirked.

“Um, your mum says dinner’s almost ready” he informed you.

“Oh, really? I must have lost track of time” you said, walking into your room to wash your hands.

“I’m glad you liked your Christmas present” he said, shyly, looking at the Beach Boys’ record that was playing not long ago.

“I love it” you said, coming back out. “Did you like yours?”

“I’m halfway done” he said, remembering the book he was just reading downstairs.

“Already?”

“I can’t put it down” he smiled as you got closer to him.

“I’m glad you liked it” you smiled, making him chuckle when he saw you still had paint on your face.

“Um, you still have some-” he said, pointing at his left cheek. “Here” he said, grabbing the towel from your hand and carefully cleaning it up.

“Thanks, moonshine” you smiled.

“Hey, Mrs. Potter said-” Sirius came bursting into your room, smirking at the scene in front of him. “Am I interrupting something?” he asked, as the two of you jumped apart. You saw Remus’ cheeks blushing and you felt yours burning a little.

“N-no-”

“We were just- um- on our way” Remus quickly said, before he left the room. You nodded, grabbing one of your books, and were about to follow him, but Sirius blocked your way.

“You know, you should just tell him already, Bambi” he said. “We both know he’s too shy to make the first move, plus he thinks your brother is gonna kill him” he said.

“Mhm, or maybe, he just doesn’t feel the same way about me” you insisted. “And you promised you wouldn’t say anything!” you glared at him.

“I haven’t!” he said, offended. “And you have to be joking, right, have you really not seen the way he looks at you with his goofy smile, sunshine” he said, mocking Remus’ voice and making you punch him in his arm. “Ouch! Would you stop that?”

“It’s not my fault. You moved here and decided to become my other annoying brother, so you have to pay the consequences” you smirked before you left your room and Sirius rolled his eyes, following you.

“Why did you bring your book?” Remus asked, confused when you sat down next to him and placed your book on the table.

“Well, it kinda gets boring when the conversation turns to Quidditch” you informed him.

He frowned a little confused, but quickly understood what you meant. Throughout the entire dinner, your parents had revolved the entire conversation about James. They first asked how school was, to which all of you replied, he and the rest of the Marauders included. Followed by if you were dating someone. And then, Quidditch. Remus realized you hadn’t even spoken for about forty-five minutes. Your parents even asked Sirius, Peter, and him some questions, but not you. He turned to look at you and saw you immersed in your book. He slowly smiled and then felt a kick in his leg. He turned to glare at Sirius sitting in front of him who was smirking and nodded his head towards you.

“What’s your book about?” he asked. It took you a moment to register that someone was actually talking to you before you lifted your head and turned to look at Remus.

“Oh, um-” you smiled shyly. “It’s a romance novel, I wouldn’t want to bore you” you chuckled.

“You wouldn’t bore me, sunshine” he insisted. When you smiled brightly at him, it gave him the courage to hold your hand in his underneath the table as you started talking about the plot of the book you were reading. He absolutely loved the way your face brightened when you talked about something you liked and that you had his full attention. He could not deny it any longer, he was definitely in love with you.

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The third thing Remus noticed, was the birthday presents.

“Hi Rem” you smiled, opening your dorm. “What are you doing here?”

“Me? What are you doing here? You left your own birthday party” he chuckled.

“Well, you know I don’t like parties” you chuckled. “James makes a whole fuss about our birthdays but it’s mostly for him” you insisted. “I bet nobody even noticed I left” you said.

“I did” he said, making your cheeks burn a little.

“Um… would you like to come in?” you asked, opening the door. “I’m watching an old movie that Alice lent me” you smiled. “I got pastries from the Kitchens” you said, making him smile.

“How could I say no to that?” he asked, following you inside. “I also wanted to give you your present” he said, making you look back at him.

“You got me a present? Remus, you didn’t have to get me anything” you smiled.

“Yes, I did. It’s your birthday” he said, as if it was obvious. “I’m sure you got so many presents already, but one more couldn’t hurt” he said, shyly.

“Not much” you shrugged. “Jamie gave me my badger slippers” you said, showing them to him. “And I gave him lion ones” you giggled. “Sirius gave me chocolate, oh, Alice gave me new paints” you said, pointing at them excitedly. “And Lily gave me a new perfume” you smiled.

“Oh” he frowned, confused. “What about your parents?”

“Oh, my dad sent me this book” you said, showing him a familiar book, he knew you had already talked with him about. “I mentioned to him it was my favorite so he got me one” you explained. “I don’t really have it in my heart to tell him I already have it” you chuckled.

“And your mom?” he asked, extremely confused. He counted at least twenty presents for James from your parents.

“My mum usually gives me some of her jewelry she knows I love, but she doesn’t like to send it through mail so she gives it to me when I come home for the summer” you explained.

“Oh… is… that it?” he asked, without really thinking.

“What do you mean?” you asked, confused.

“Nothing. Sorry, I didn’t mean anything I just- um- I don’t want to cross a line or anything it’s just-”

“Let me guess, Jamie got about thirty presents from my parents” you smiled sadly.

“Yeah” he said, awkwardly. “Look, you know I love your parents. They are some of the kindest people I’ve met, and I know I don’t have any siblings but… I just don’t think it’s fair that they favor James over you” he said, sadly.

“Look, it’s fine. I know my parents love me” you smiled. “Just… probably not as much as James” you chuckled. “I’ve actually learned it’s not the worst thing. I get zero pressure from them. Last year, I was really worried because I didn’t do well on one of my Herbology tests-”

“Because everything you touch dies?” Remus smirked, earning a glare from you.

“As I was saying… I was going to tell them when we came home for the Holidays, but they were so upset that James had lost the last Quidditch match, that they didn’t even say anything to me” you shrugged. “I can literally do anything I want whenever I want and they won’t really mind. I mean, I’m pretty sure I can even date whomever I want but the day James gets a serious girlfriend, my mum may actually die” you told Remus, making him laugh a little. “It used to bother me a lot, but… they do show me that they love me in different ways” you explained. “But I think it’s really sweet you care about that” you smiled at him.

“Well, of course I do. You’re my favorite person in the world” he blurted out.

“I am?” you asked, feeling your heart flutter.

“Of course you are” he smiled.

“I think… you’re the first person in my life that has liked me more than James” you said, feeling a few tears in your eyes. “Sorry, that’s stupid-”

“It’s not” he assured you, pulling you closer and wiping away your tears. “And I really mean it” he smiled. “Happy birthday, sunshine” he said, giving you his present.

“Moonshine” you smiled, opening it. “Remus” you said, feeling your eyes welling up. “Is this-?”

“Yes” he smiled, grabbing The Beatles’ record from you and putting it on your record player. “I know this is your favorite song and it’s also mine because it reminds me of you” he said as the guitar started playing. “Would you like to dance with me?”

“Really?” you asked, excitedly.

“Only because it’s your birthday” he said as you grabbed his hand and walked to the middle of your dorm.

Dear Prudence, won't you come out to play? Dear Prudence, greet the brand new day The sun is up, the sky is blueIt's beautiful, and so are you Dear Prudence, won't you come out to play?

“Why does this song remind you of me?” you asked curiously.

“Well, I read that the song was written about Prudence Farrow-”

“Who is Mia Farrow’s less famous little sister? Wow, Remus-”

“No, that’s not why” he glared a little at you. “I mean she is but, that’s not why” he insisted.

“So?”

Dear Prudence, open up your eyes Dear Prudence, see the sunny skies The wind is low, the birds will sing That you are part of everything Dear Prudence, won't you open up your eyes?

“Did you apply to the art program” he asked, making you smile at him.

“You remembered that?”

“Of course, I do” he frowned. “I remember everything you tell me” he insisted.

“Well… I did” you told him. “I should be hearing about it during summer” you informed him.

“I’m sure you’ll get in, sunshine” he said, kissing your forehead.

Look around, around (round, round, round) Look around, around, around (round, round) Look around

“Well, it was written because she would rarely come out of her bungalow while she meditated. It’s kind of like you and your paintings” he smiled.

“I’m not that bad” you scoffed offended.

“Love, I had to come up three times a day every day on Christmas break so you wouldn’t forget to eat” he reminded you.

“Oh, and here I was thinking you came to get me because you missed me” you pouted.

“That too” he assured you.

Dear Prudence, let me see you smile Dear Prudence, like a little child The clouds will be a daisy chain So let me see you smile again Dear Prudence, won't you let me see you smile?

“I really love this song” you smiled. “And my birthday gift” you added. “And um-” you said, feeling your cheeks burn as you looked away. “C-can I tell you something?” you asked, nervously.

“You can tell me anything, love” he assured you.

“O-okay, you don’t have to say anything and… if it’s weird you can just leave and not talk to me ever again, and… it’s not just because you said you liked me more than James b-but it’s been something that I have felt for a while and I just-”

“Sunshine” he said, cupping your cheek and making you stop your ramble. “I love you too” he smiled, making your entire body feel like you were on cloud nine.

“Y-you do?” you asked, still not believing him.

“I really do” he said, leaning in to kiss you.

Dear Prudence, won't you come out to play? Dear Prudence, greet the brand new day The sun is up, the sky is blue It's beautiful, and so are you Dear Prudence, won't you come out to play?

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“Yeah, go get settled, Moony! We’ll wait for you outside” James said as Remus walked upstairs to put his things away. After tossing everything in there really, he quickly found himself in front of your door again. James had invited him to stay over the summer and it had been two weeks without you. Two weeks too long. He smiled as the music blasted on the other side of the door, only this time, he opened it and walked in.

My, my, I tried to hold you back, But you were stronger Oh, yeah, and now it seems My only chance is giving up the fight

And how could I ever refuse? I feel like I win when I lose

Waterloo, I was defeated, you won the war Waterloo, promise to love you for ever more Waterloo, couldn't escape if I wanted to Waterloo, knowing my fate is to be with you

Wa-Wa-Wa-Wa-Waterloo Finally facing my Waterloo

Remus smiled to himself before he walked over to you, pulling your paintbrush away from your hand and making you turn around frowning, but you quickly smiled when you saw it was him.

“Moonshine!” you smiled, throwing your arms around his shoulders and he quickly wrapped his around your waist, twirling you around and planting a big kiss on your lips.

“Hey, sunshine” he smiled when you pulled away. “I missed you” he said, giving you another peck on the lips.

“I missed you too” you smiled, pulling him closer. “How has your summer been?”

“Pretty boring, to be honest” he chuckled. “I see you kept yourself busy” he said, twirling your paintbrush in his hand. “Prongs and Padfoot said you played Quidditch with them yesterday” he chuckled.

“Yeah, they made me” you rolled your eyes.

“Have you… told your brother about us?”

“No” you pouted. “You said we would tell him together” you reminded him. “You know it’s gonna be fine, right?”

“Yeah, I know. Sirius just keeps insisting he will kill me” he laughed nervously.

“I won’t let that happen” you said, kissing his cheek. “I promise” you smiled sweetly.

“So, what are you painting?”

“Oh! I’ve been waiting to tell you” you said, excitedly. “I got into the art program!”

“You did? Love, that’s amazing! I knew you could do it!” he said, hugging you again and giving you a small kiss. “I’m so proud of you!”

“Thanks, Remmy” you smiled. “You’re the first person I’ve told” you smiled.

“I am? Why didn’t you tell anyone?”

“Oh, well, I actually told my parents when we got here, but James won the Quidditch Cup and there are… about ten Quidditch teams wanting to recruit him so… I don’t think they heard me or even knew what I was talking about” you said, smiling sadly. “Sirius said it sounded cool, though” you told him.

“I’m sorry, love” he said, pulling you closer.

“It’s okay. You’re the one I really wanted to tell” you smiled, leaning in to kiss him again. “And, I have to finish this painting” you said, trying to get the brush from him but he put it out of his reach. “Rem!”

“I just got here, love” he pouted. “Wouldn’t you rather spend the day with your boyfriend who missed you so much?”

“Well, yes, that’s why I wanted to finish it before you got here” you insisted. “But James and Sirius kept insisting that I played Quidditch with them yesterday and I didn’t get to paint” you told him but he still placed the brush out of your reach when you tried to grab it. “Remus!”

“Well, you can continue tomorrow” he said, pulling you to him. “I have been waiting for two whole weeks to kiss my beautiful girlfriend” he said between kisses, feeling your smile against his lips.

“Okay, I can continue tomorrow” you said, as he threw the brush on your table and deepened the kiss. “I missed you so much” you said, pulling him closer.

“I missed you too, love” he smiled.

"Hey bug, have you seen Moony-? BLOODY HELL! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?" James yelled coming inside your room and covering his eyes at the scene in front of him. Remus instantly jumped off you so quickly he fell to the floor as Sirius came in running behind James when they heard the yelling.

"Why are you yell-? oh bloody hell!" he smirked when he saw Remus standing up and saw that both of seemed very nervous.

"I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!" James yelled to Remus and started running after him with his wand pointing at his neck but you stepped in between.

"Jamie, stop!"

"Get out of the way bug!" your brother’s voice was dangerously low.

"Prongs, calm down" Remus said trying not to show how nervous he really was.

"Calm down?!" James snapped. "That's MY sister!"

"Jamie, please, calm down!" you said also a little nervous.

"YOU SHUT UP!"

"Don't yell at her!" Remus snapped.

"Mate, I would shut up if I were you" Sirius told him.

"ALL OF YOU, SHUT UP!" you yelled at all of them.

“I’m going to kill you!” James yelled at Remus before he started chasing him around your room. Remus quickly ran out with James following him.

“I told you, he would find out sooner or later” Sirius smirked.

“You are of no use to me right now, SIrius!” you said, punching his arm as you followed your brother and your boyfriend. Sirius quickly walking behind you.

“James, what is going on? What’s with all the yelling?” you saw your mother and father come inside the living room where James was still chasing Remus and throwing jinxes at him.

“Stop it!” you yelled running over to your brother and grabbing his arm.

“Get off me!” he complained as Remus ran over to Sirius, hiding behind him.

“You’re being ridiculous!” you said, trying to reach for his wand but he placed it out of your reach. However, you clung yourself to him, trying your best to get it.

“What in Merlin’s name are you two kids doing?” your father asked, confused. It was rare to see the two of you fight like this nowadays.

“Let go!” he said, as your hand reached for his wand.

“You let go!” you complained.

“It’s my wand!”

“Gimmie it!”

“Alright, stop it! Both of you!” your mother’s voice was heard through the room as she pointed her wand at the two of you, separating you, and making James’ wand fly into her hand.

“He started it!”

“She started it!”

“I don’t care who started it! I want to know what’s going on and I want to know now!” your mother said, with her hands on her waist.

“Why don’t you ask your daughter how she betrayed me!” James said, glaring at you.

“Oh, please! Grow up, James! You’re being ridiculous!”

“That’s enough!” your father intervened. “Your mother asked you a question. What is wrong with the two of you?”

“She stole my best friend!” James said, pointing at you accusingly.

“What? I did no such thing!”

“And I thought I was your best friend” Sirius added, offended while Remus rolled his eyes.

“James, sweetheart what are you talking about?” your mother asked, confused.

“Well, mum, I just found your daughter, my so-called sister” he said glaring at you as you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms in front of your chest. “Kissing my best friend!”

“James!”

“Excuse me?” your father said, a bit upset, throwing daggers at the two boys behind your mother.

“Fleamont, darling, calm down” she said, to her husband before turning to you. “Sweetheart, would you care to explain yourself?” your mother asked you, calmly.

“First of all, Jamie is making it a bigger deal than it is” you complained.

“No, I’m not!”

“Yes, you are!”

“Were you or were you not just kissing Moony upstairs?”

“What?” your father asked again, but your mother stopped him.

“Well?” James asked, arching his eyebrow at you.

“I… was… kissing… my… boyfriend” you said, feeling your cheeks burning.

“Excuse me?” your father asked, baffled.

“Boyfriend?” James asked.

“Remus is your boyfriend?” your mother asked, excitedly.

“You can’t have a boyfriend! You’re too young!” your dad complained.

“And it can’t be my best friend!” James added.

“Hurtful, Prongs. Really hurtful” Sirius glared at him.

“Oh, hush, all of you” your mother said, rolling her eyes. “Fleamont, you and I were their age when we started dating” she reminded your father. “And James, you should be happy that your sister is with one of your best friends. Remus is a wonderful guy” she smiled at Remus who felt just a little less nervous.

“Thanks, Mrs. Potter” he said, blushing a little.

“I’m so happy for you two. Sweetheart, why didn’t you tell us?” she asked you.

“Well, I didn’t really know how to because I knew James would throw a fit about it” you said, rolling your eyes.

“I did not throw a fit-”

“James, that’s enough” your mother told him. “Leave your sister alone” she scowled.

“But mum-”

“But nothing. She’s happy and so is Remus and we are all happy for them and that’s it” she insisted.

“I don’t even get a say in it?”

“No, why would you get a say in your sister’s love life?”

“At least she has a love life” Sirius laughed.

“Hey!” James complained.

“Good one, son” your dad laughed with Sirius.

“What is happening?” James asked, upset before he started going upstairs. “I do not like this one bit!” you heard before he slammed his door.

“Don’t listen to him, sweet pea” your dad said, smiling kindly at you. “We are happy for you” he admitted, kissing your head. “But Remus is not allowed in your room and you are not allowed in his, or the two of you alone in a room, understood?” he frowned.

“Yes, dad” you smiled.

“Yes, sir” Remus replied at the same time.

“Good” he smirked proudly.

“I’m so happy for you, sweetheart” your mother said, hugging you.

“Thanks, mum” you smiled.

“You too, Remus” she said, kissing his cheek.

“Thank you, Mrs. Potter” he smiled before she left with your dad.

“I’d like to say that went well” Sirius smirked as you sat with Remus on the sofa and he kissed your forehead while Sirius sat on the chair.

“To be honest, that’s the best I could have asked for” Remus chuckled.

“It felt weird to have so much attention on me” you admitted as Remus kissed your cheek.

“Alright” you heard James’ voice coming down the stairs again. “I have decided that I approve this” he said in a serious tone, sitting closer to Sirius.

“You do know we don’t need your approval, right?” you said, glaring a little at him.

“But there will be no kissing in front of me” he glared at the two of you. “That’s just gross!”

“Fair enough, Prongs” Remus chuckled, kissing the side of your head.

“I just want to say that I am still hurt about your comments made earlier” Sirius said, sounding offended.

“You knew about them the entire time, didn’t you?” James glared at him.

“And I forgive you because that’s what best friends do, Prongsie” he smiled innocently.

“Fine, I forgive you too” James said, rolling his eyes as Sirius hugged him, kissing his cheek. “Get off, you goof!”

“This is going to be a long summer, isn’t it?” Remus asked you.

“Yes, I am so happy you’re here” you smiled, giving him a peck on the lips.

“Hey! What did I just say!?”

“Shut up, Jamie!”

The End

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Songs: Wouldn't It Be Nice - The Beach Boys Dear Prudence - The Beatles Waterloo - ABBA

A/N: I hope you loves like it! :)

[xxsabitoxx]

Rengoku x Kocho Sister! Reader idea

This is just something small I’ve been toying with so… idk if I’d ever turn it into a full blown smut fic but Ehehe

Rengoku was a bit mortified when Kanae and Shinobu Kocho cornered him one afternoon while leaving Kimetsu Academy. “Rengoku-san~” Kanae’s voice was as light as air, but he could tell by the look on her face that he was in huge trouble. “Good afternoon… you two…” he shifted a bit, clutching the strap of the bag resting on his shoulder. “We’d love to have a chat with you, Rengoku-san.” Shinobu was smiling as well, but the vein protruding from her forehead gave him every reason to be scared.

“O-oh? What about?” He laughed nervously, eyes shifting between the two sisters. Typically there was a third with them… you. For you to not be present, he knew exactly where this conversation was heading. “Oh~ I think you know.” Kanae smiled, motioning for him to follow the two of them. He sighed, heart hammering as he begrudgingly followed the two sisters. They brought him around to the side of the school, the track field off in the distance with kids practising for the future track meets.

Once they were a fair distance away, where nobody would disturb them, Kanae turned to face him again. “So, Rengoku-san~ Shinobu and I just want to ask you a few things~” his eyes shift nervously to Shinobu, who’s smile has dropped, her face is stoic. “Of course, ask away.” He swallows nervously, the collar of his shirt feeling suffocatingly tight. “As you know, my little sister y/n just became the new school nurse…” he tries to still his breathing.

Though there is no point in getting overly nervous considering it’s quite obvious the two sisters are already aware of what’s happening “y-yes I.. we’ve met” Shinobu scoffs a little. “Let’s not dance around the subject, sister.” She glances at Kanae who seems a bit sad her little integration is getting cut short. “Fine, fine~” she clears her throat, smile dropping as she stares at Rengoku. “You’ve seemed to have taken something from her, Rengoku-san~”

He flinched, nodding. He was convinced they had been so careful, though it seems the Kocho sisters had eyes and ears everywhere. “Did you at least have the common sense to use protection?” His cheeks are turning red as he quickly nods. “W-we… I promise we were careful! Protection and everything…” he swallows, absolutely mortified that they had been caught. Or maybe you had told your sisters about it, either way it didn’t help his warm face.

“Good, good…” but something seems a little off. “You used a terrible brand, you know, they are notorious for failure… I’ll have to keep a close eye on my little sister.” Rengoku stiffens, realizing what is being implied. “F-failure?” Shinobu and Kanae both nod. “Geez, Rengoku, even my little sister Kanao knows those things suck ass…” He’s practically neon red now. “Oh…” his hand is coming up to hide his face. “I went by Uzui’s suggestion…” Shinobu nearly fell over at that.

“Kanae! She’s definitely pregnant if this fool is taking advice from that womanizer.” Shinobu ground out, arms crossing as Rengoku seemed to curl in on himself. “Now Shinobu, while he may be foolish to take advice from him…” Rengoku cut Kanae off, dropping to the ground before the two and bowing deeply. “I-I know it’s a stupid mistake but I promise you I truly care for your sister, y/n. She means the world to me and if it just so happens she’s pregnant I will support her in whatever she chooses to do.”

Both women looked surprised but after a moment Kanae smiled. “My my, Rengoku-san~ I believe your words are sincere.” She trailed off a bit, waiting for the man to lift his head. “But please understand, if you do anything at all that brings y/n any sort of sadness” Shinobu cleared her throat “she means anything, Rengoku.” Kanae smiled a bit “then you’ll have to face our wrath, as well as our baby sister Kanao’s.” Kanae concluded. For some reason, Rengoku felt like Kanao was the one he should fear the most of all. “Understood, ma’am.”

Both women smiled “good, good…” Kanae watched him stand, Shinobu had begun walking away as Kanae grabbed Rengoku’s collar. “Next time, take her back to your own place. I’ll give you credit, you two stayed pretty quiet but… not quiet enough.” She patted his shoulder after she let him go, turning to catch up with Shinobu. Rengoku stood there, red from his neck all the way to the tips of his ears. It took him all of three minutes to regain his composure before making his way back to the front of the school.

“Oh! There you are!” You smiled sweetly at him, waving as you exited the academy. A sense of relief washed over him seeing your sweet face. “I missed you.” Was all he could utter as he crossed the distance and hugged you. You laughed a little “I take it my sisters got a hold of you?” Rengoku nodded, mumbling out a “yes” as he hugged you tighter. “I figured they’d find you, it’s impossible to get anything past them” you let go, holding his face in your hands.

“D-did you tell them?” You shook your head. “No, they kinda figured it out on their own… I’m surprised it took them this long to say something to you.” He sighed, hands holding your waist. “The weekend break protected me” he chuckled softly, kissing your forehead. “I suppose that’s true.” You laughed, taking his hand in yours as you began to walk off of campus. “Did they give you… the talk too?” Rengoku asked cautiously. It wasn’t sure if this whole “pregnancy” idea was their own scheming or if you had given them any reason to think you were.

“Oh yeah, they told me the brand of condoms we used suck… which I’ll be honest, I knew they did. But ya know, heat of the moment and everything I didn’t really care.” You shrug, swinging your arm as you walk beside him. Rengoku blinks, surprised that you were fully aware and still decided to go through with it. You glanced over at him, chuckling softly. “Don’t worry, I’m sure we’ll be fine.” Famous last words, he was certain of it now. “If you insist”

Was all he could muster, walking you in the direction of his apartment opposed to your family home. As he walked beside you, he had a funny feeling a lot was about to change over the next year.

[stuffymcstuffsworld]

Luck? Ha!

A grumbling Jazz and an exhausted Allocer trudge through the door. It doesn't take a genius to figure out why the pair is so upset. Or rather who made them upset.

A certain red demon was the main suspect on your mind. But still, you might as well find out what the menace did now. "What happened this time?" You asked.

"I don't know why we keep falling for his stupid tricks!!!" Jazz rants as Allocer flops down into your lap. You stroke the boys' mane as he joins in.

"He keeps using the same tricks, but even though we're aware of it, we still fall for it." "You'd think we'd get lucky and win once, at least."

"Luck? Ha!" You snorted. You couldn't help yourself. "Jazzy sweetie, luck is a crutch. It is a concept that far too many rely on."

"But doesn't o-" "Orias-san, your sensei can certainly will things in his favor thanks to his bloodline magic, but he doesn't use it often." You cut off his argument.

"His use of it can be extremely dangerous for himself. Depending on what he uses it for, he can suffer from side effects of his magic. Or as he calls it bad luck. The bigger the risk he takes, the stronger the consequences are for him later."

"Either way, how is it they keep winning? I want to wipe that smug look off that bastards face just once!" You chuckle as Jazz gets riled up over Furfur again.

"The answer is rather simple, my darlings." You say as Jazz sits next to you. What a cute pout. You mean brooding, yes, definitely brooding and not pouty at all.

Both boys look at you expectantly. "Information." Is all you say. Allocer tilts his head at your remark. "Are you saying he's more knowledgeable than us?"

You can't help but coo at his confused face. "Not exactly, my dear, you see... it doesn't determine who's smarter. No, it's the knowledge you do have and how you use it."

Both boys frown obviously, not understanding. "Hmm, how to explain..." You lean back against the couch, thinking. Your eyes spot a deck of cards on the coffee table. No doubt left by one of the other kids.

An idea comes to mind. "Let me try in a way you might relate to." You pick up the cards. Shuffling them as you begin to speak.

"What's the probability of drawing the Ace of spades out of a deck with no jokers?" You remove the jokers from the deck and draw the Ace of spades. "Normaly, it's one in fifty."

You set that deck down and grab the unopen deck on the table again. You removed the jokers. "But what if it's a brand new deck?" The boys eyes widened as you asked this.

"The positions of the cards in a new deck are typically identical, so that means if you take the jokers out and draw the card at the very bottom." You again show them the Ace of spades. "It's Ace of spades almost 100% of the time."

Jazz trembles in rage, realizing what you meant, and Allocer is clenching his fists. "That's right, my dears. Nobody said anything about it being a new deck. Rather... neither of you thought to ask."

You can see the wheels turning in both boys' minds as you said this. You set the cards down again. Driving your point home.

"Being in the "know" gives someone the power to turn the probability of winning from a 1.92% chance to a hundred. Evidently, it's often the more knowledgeable party that becomes the victor." You had given them much to think about.

"So, you were aware of him cheating. That's a good start. But until you understand the true aspect of whatever he convinces you to play, he is going to win."

Jazz is seething, and Allocer remains quiet, obviously trying to think about what you said. "So you just need to become the more knowledgeable party, my sweets." You patted both of them on the head.

"You really think we can beat him?" Allocer asked. "Oh, I know you can. It may take some time. But once you manage it once, you'll be able to do it again till you knock down that wall."

You chuckle. Impossible goals were something your children were overly fond of after all. It was only a matter of time before they bleed that greedy demon dry.

Elsewhere general Furfur sneezes. "Someone must be talking about me. I bet it's my cute underlings! I'll have to see them again soon!"

[sky-is-the-limit]

Hi! I'm here with some quotes and links of interviews Ryan did.

Me personally I find this one the most interesting, the usage of "partner" and "themselves" is a big contrast to the way he was talking about Eddie even just a few weeks ago when he was using the word "hetero" several times in a sentence.

"Coming into Season 8, I would love to have Eddie explore more of what he just started in this deconstruction of what love is and find a little bit more self-love for himself, to understand that I got to move past what I thought Shannon and I were going to be, and I got to fall in love with who I am right now, and soon as I do that, then the partner that's meant for me will find themselves and find me at the same time."

Link: https://collider.com/9-1-1-season-7-finale-ryan-guzman/

Another quote from this same article:

"I think the self-love realm is something interesting for me, giving him, maybe in Season 8, the opportunity to really understand himself better and fall in love with himself and, not in a selfish way, but understand his qualities of value. That way, maybe in Season 9, he's able to really live a fulfilled life and showcase a new version of himself that Christopher can actually lean on in a safer and healthier way. I think that that entails a lot of destroying Eddie. Because, again, you can't build on a shaky foundation, so you have to destroy that foundation and rebuild, and that's a painful process in itself. If you've never been the one to really engage in that area, it's not going to be fun. And for Eddie, it's going to be… I know how to lean on certain individuals in the 118, but now Cap's not here, and Buck can't really help me with the situation. How do I handle this myself? What have I learned, and how can I apply this?"

Then from this article I have a pretty long quote: https://remezcla.com/features/film/interview-9-1-1-ryan-guzman-talks-eddies-heartbreaking-loss-whats-coming-for-him-in-season-8/

"For Eddie, though, this is in no way permanent. He wants Christopher back with his family, which includes the whole of the 118. And perhaps, at this point, Eddie is finally done with trying to fill the hole Shannon left. “I mean, the title of mom was already given to Shannon and there’s nobody that can take that title from her. Eddie in previous relationships was trying to fill in the title of mom. And then he realized that that title had already been taken. So now he’s looking for something brand new and it’s more for himself.

When it comes to his relationship with his best friend, Buck, and the role he takes in the finale helping Eddie when things get rough, Guzman shared that “they’ve leaned on each other so well and they’ve showcased what I believe is an incredible opportunity for a lot of people in the world, especially men, to lean on someone and be vulnerable.” “A man’s struggle of harnessing his emotions and having to just kind of push past them, that is very specific to us men. So, it would be advantageous for all of us to understand that. And with Buck being a relatively new entity in Eddie’s life starting six years ago, he’s been able to understand what it would have felt like if he’d had this person who’s always been there for him no matter what and loves his kid just as much as he does. "

“It is just family. So, I’m glad it gives everybody that sense of familyhood. But now I see that Eddie has leaned on Buck so much that people are like… well, I mean, whatever they create is what they create.” We don’t mention the Buddie-shaped elephant in the room, because this is an Eddie Diaz interview. But Guzman acknowledges it with a smile after this comment. He understands it��s a living and breathing thing."

Both of these are from after the finale, you're free to interpret what is said however you want

Bless you, love!! This is what I asked for 😭

To my understanding (maybe I'm wrong, correct me.) This is a professional, compassionate actor who wants the best for his character and wants to leave the details to the writers (as it is not up to him to decide how the story will develop.)

He cannot spoil or predict what will eventually happen, so he is commenting on what his character is currently going through *which is what I think some people misinterpret as him denying any possibilities of said ship becoming canon*

(I say this because they don't provide any sources for their claims that Ryan said this and that etc)

I'll study this more in depth cause I'm really interested in what the actors think. Thank you for providing actual information, I appreciate you <3

[forjongseong]

maybe baby // jay (ENHYPEN)

pairing: jay x fem!reader

genre: fluff and some suggestive scenes // warning: none! // wc: ~1.9k

summary: after a pleasant dinner, you invite Jay to stay the night at your place.

author’s note: HELLO AND WELCOME if you're new to my blog, and WELCOME BACK if you aren't!

so this fiction is what happens after rolex, and what they were talking about in mareado. I know I release them not in chronological order of the events and now I feel like Marvel. but I do hope the notes here help you wrap your head around the timeline LOL. again, if you read them separately it still makes sense.

THIS TIME I was inspired by maye's song of the same title. it's so sweet and comfy and honestly I just wanna live inside maye's discography.

hope this one makes you feel butterflies!

taglist: @hee-pster @jaylaxies @duolingofanaccount @aminatalks -- send an ask if you wanna be added!

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Have we met before?

Were we something more in another life?

Have you ever loved me? I could feel it

If you ever kissed me, would you mean it?

The dim lights of the restaurant felt like they were shining too bright on Y/N’s eyes as she threw her head back, silently laughing at the third joke Jay cracked that night. If it were up to her, she would be laughing out loud, but her wild gesture was already inappropriate enough, and she was wondering why nobody had made a complaint about the two of them.

“Stop it, you’re gonna make me choke,” Y/N said, almost a whisper, her breath running out from all the laughing.

Jay smirked as he watched her dab the tears forming in the corner of her eyes. He then cleared his throat and leaned back as the waiter took away their empty plates.

“Dessert?” he asked her, raising an eyebrow. Y/N immediately waved off his offer.

“I’m too full and too tired,” she sighed. “I don’t even know if I can make it back home.”

With this, Jay gestured to the waiter to ask for the check. “I’ll take you home.”

Y/N pretended to be nonchalant at Jay’s comment. Inside, her heart was beating way too fast for someone who just had a whole meal. She should feel relaxed. Why was she feeling restless?

“You mean you’ll walk me home, right?” she asked, confirming.

Jay tilted his head as he handed over his card to the waiter. “Yeah. Did you think I was going to take you back to my place?”

Y/N looked at Jay right in the eyes. By this point, they had gone on so many outings together, Y/N had lost count. They had not established what was going on between them, but there were times where things would feel slightly awkward and one of them would feel some sort of tension. Neither were sure what sort of tension it was.

“I mean, if you want to, I can…” Jay’s voice trailed off as he finished the payment and slipped his card back into his wallet.

Y/N realized she had stayed silent for too long, so she shrugged and again acted as if she wasn’t bothered. Jay stood up and walked over to Y/N to pull her chair back and let her stand up.

“I can’t skip my night time skincare,” Y/N finally found a valid reason to turn down Jay’s subtle invitation.

Jay nodded and Y/N linked her arms with his as they left the restaurant.

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“How much do I owe you?” asked Y/N as they both reached the entrance of her apartment.

“Nothing, I asked you to come with me to try out that place, remember?” Jay answered, looking up to her since she was already walking up the steps.

Y/N shifted her legs, trying to find an excuse to invite him upstairs.

“Can I at least offer you something in return? Tea?” asked Y/N, hopeful. “Oh, I got this discovery set from a new perfume brand. You’re into scents, right? Can you swatch them and pick a scent for me?”

The lamest excuse ever, you genius. Y/N was mentally facepalming.

Jay scoffed, seemingly realizing what Y/N was trying to arrange. He then nodded, and Y/N smiled faintly before leading him inside. The short journey to her apartment was filled with silence, and Y/N tried her best to not seem nervous. Little did she know that Jay was doing the exact same thing.

When they walked through the front door, Y/N glanced at the clock and noticed that it was already thirty minutes past midnight. Y/N shuffled to the shoe rack and got out new slippers for Jay to use. She then helped Jay take off his coat and hung it by the front door neatly.

“Tea is right there, and you can just get the hot water over there,” Y/N pointed to two directions with her chin, as she was taking of her heels. “Make yourself at home, I need to freshen up a bit.”

As Y/N disappeared into her bedroom, Jay looked around and decided to just get a glass of water. Just as he finished drinking a whole glass, wondering why he was feeling that parched, he heard Y/N calling him from inside her bedroom.

“Y/N?” Jay called as he knocked on her door once.

“Come in,” Y/N said, her voice muffled.

As Jay entered her room, she was fixing the edge of her hoodie that she just put on. On her vanity, Jay saw a line of skincare and small vials of perfume just scattered on top of the table.

“Here,” Y/N rolled up her sleeves and stretched out both her arms. “I’ve spritzed four different scents, two on my wrists and two here,” she pointed at the inside of her arms before gesturing for Jay to sit on her bed, facing her.

Y/N pulled her chair closer to the bed and then shoved her left arm right towards Jay’s nose. Jay almost flinched from the sudden move.

“Coffee Break,” Y/N said, identifying the scent as Jay took a sniff. She then moved her arm to let Jay sniff the second scent. “Lazy Sunday Morning,” she said again.

Jay tilted his head as he heard the name. “Interesting name. Smells good.”

“Hold on,” Y/N then pulled up her sleeves more before extending her right arm. “Sailing Day,” she said.

Without waiting for Y/N to shift her arm, Jay grabbed Y/N’s wrist and brought it up to his face, letting his pointy nose touch the skin on her wrist.

“What’s this one?” he asked, looking right at her.

Y/N’s brain refused to work for a second. She had to blink twice before finally remembering the name. “Beach Walk… I think.”

Jay nodded. “They all smell good. You’ve got great taste,” he then took Y/N’s other wrist and started sniffing the scents all over again. Y/N’s felt like her guts were doing cartwheels inside her.

“Which one do you like best?” he asked again, adjusting his sitting position. He was now looking more relaxed as he slightly leaned back on the bed.

“If I knew, I wouldn’t be asking for your opinion, dummy.”

Jay chuckled and Y/N thought it was the most attractive laugh a man has ever done.

“I kinda really like Coffee Break,” Y/N sniffed her own wrist.

“It’s nice. But I think the Sunday morning scent would smell good on you,” Jay made a gesture, pointing his chin towards his choice of fragrance.

“Okay,” Y/N sniffed her arm one last time before standing up. “Thanks for the help!”

Jay did not know how to reply to this, or what Y/N actually meant with her last sentence. Was she being sarcastic? Did she not like his choice? Was she subtly telling him to leave?

“It’s getting really late. Do you want to stay the night?”

Jay was an honest man, and if he wanted to be honest, he would say that he would love to and that he was feeling sleepy anyway. But that would sound dumb, so Jay decided to lie.

“Oh, I don’t want to inconveni--”

“Please stay,” Y/N cut him off. Jay merely blinked. “Just make yourself comfortable, I need to do my skincare first.”

Y/N shuffled to the bathroom and Jay took a deep breath before exhaling, trying to get rid of the nervousness, but before he could compose himself, Y/N poked her head out the door.

“You can use my skincare if you want?” she said, half a question, half a statement. Jay found it absolutely adorable.

Moments later, Y/N was already sitting on her bed, leaning on the headboard, her legs stretched out under the blankets. Beside her, Jay was already wearing Y/N’s biggest t-shirt, his face already prepped with the very same line of skincare Y/N was using.

As they both talked randomly about a wide arrange of topics, Jay found himself melting into the bed and finally finding a nice position to lie down. Y/N chuckled as she saw him making himself comfortable.

“You’re already sleepy?” she asked, noticing the clock was now showing that it was almost three in the morning.

Jay yawned and immediately seconds after, Y/N yawned too. “Looks like you are too.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and then noticed Jay touching his lips. She saw the split on his lower lip, the one he always mentioned would happen if he forgets to put on lip balm.

“Did you not use a lip balm?” Y/N was already up on her feet and searching through her vanity.

“I forgot to bring mine,” Jay said, his eyes following her movements.

Y/N climbed back into bed holding a tiny jar. “I swear by this thing. It’s a lip sleeping mask, you put it on and then in the morning when you wash it off, you can go a whole day without lip balm.”

She held it over his chest as he was still lying down, but Jay did not move at all.

“I’m very comfy right now,” he said, voice lower than usual.

“I can see that,” Y/N replied, chuckling. “Fine, I’ll put it on.”

Jay watched Y/N carefully dip a finger into the product, and as she was about to touch his lips, Jay grabbed her wrist.

“Are you already using it?” he asked.

Y/N frowned, looking confused, but she still nodded. In an instant, Jay propped himself up with his arm, pulled Y/N by her arm, and gently kissed her lips.

“There,” Jay said as he took the product away from Y/N’s hands, setting it on the bedside table. “Skincare is done.”

As he settled back in bed, he almost jumped when Y/N pulled him back closer to her face and started kissing him again. His hands were awkwardly hovering around her before it finally registered, and he then placed his hands on her waist. She kissed him deeper, and he reciprocated, but when she started straddling him, he had to pull back.

“Sorry, I…” Jay cleared his throat as he tried to find the right words.

Y/N shifted in her position and decided to lie down beside Jay, facing him. “I’m sorry,” she said, looking guilty. “I thought you…”

“I do,” Jay cut her off even when he was not sure what she was about to say. “It’s just… I like you a lot.”

Y/N’s worried face started to turn into a smile. “Okay?” she replied, asking for clarification.

“I really don’t know how to make this not sound lame,” Jay shifted and turned himself towards Y/N. He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “If this happens, I don’t want us to be just friends.”

Y/N frowned, and Jay realized that he needed to elaborate more.

“I like you a lot… Wait, I already said that,” Jay’s eyebrows furrowed and Y/N started chuckling.

“You don’t want us to be friends with benefits?” Y/N decided to shoot the question. Jay didn’t answer, confirming her thoughts. “What do you want us to be?”

“Maybe call me ‘baby’?” he replied, unsure. Y/N understood perfectly and leaned in closer, resting her chin on Jay’s shoulder.

“Okay,” Y/N said, voice muffled again. “…Baby.”

Y/N could practically feel Jay smiling from the proximity of their faces. “I like you a lot too, you know.”

“Good,” Jay nodded. Y/N laughed.

“Is this okay?” Y/N asked as she moved closer, hugging Jay from the side.

Jay put his arms around her and started stroking her back. “Of course.”

Y/N looked up and planted a chaste kiss on Jay’s cheek. “Goodnight, baby.”

Jay kissed the top of her head, and as the night grew silent, the two of them drifted off to sleep.

-END-

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[rafent]

How hypocritical is your muse? If they can be hypocritical, do they realise this about themselves? How do they reconcile with it?

♙ ; how hypocritical is your muse? If they can be hypocritical, do they realize this about themselves? how do they reconcile with it? ( also asked by @unsungblade )

My hot Engage take is that Rafal is simultaneously one of the least and most hypocritical characters in the cast.

For instance, if we defer to one common example of hypocrisy which is moral superiority contrasted with one's immoral behavior or beliefs, Rafal from that perspective will never water down his own values and dilute them with a sense of sanctimony by saying one thing and believing another. Whatever opinion he gives to someone else will be exactly what he means. This applies to all situations that demand for his opinion in some way, shape, or form as well.

He's hardcore, he puts his front foot down, and, ultimately, Rafal happens to be a lot of things - prickly, arrogant, self-centered, critical, jealous, imperfect, stubborn, and intense - but the one thing he'll never be is a hypocrite who dresses up his views to look better than they are. He's honest. . .but only in that light.

Other than that, Rafal is absolutely hypocritical. One hundred thousand percent. We see Rafal's particular brand of hypocrisy most common with characters from his past, situations and relationships where he tends to do a lot of posturing and 'biting' in an effort to dissuade further interaction. Something Gregory describes as Rafal's seeming obligation (it definitely is) and also something that Gregory's support chain showcases pretty well:

Gregory: Well, if it isn’t Lord Rafal. What a coincidence, running into you in this great, wide Somniel.

Rafal: Ugh…

Gregory: Whoa, what’s with the silent treatment? We’ve always been such good allies.

Rafal: Ah, yes, now I recall. You are one of those mewling Four Winds wretches.

Rafal expresses his contempt for Gregory by implicating him to be forgettable - diminishing his identity to someone whose name he doesn't even remember. He treats him like a sore inconvenience, but most importantly: a nobody. Who are you again? Did I mean something to you? That sort of thing. And this encounter isn't reflective at all of how Rafal truly feels about the people he once shared battles and struggles with.

The affectation of his dislike isn't genuine and it isn't constant, either. Rafal's more truthful reality becomes plain to see when it comes to losing what he loved, because at that point there's no more purpose to his facade or walls. It's a hard prerequisite for his honesty but the reason for it is clear: a defensive pretense isn't needed when the other person isn't alive to require it.

Died (Gregory): We should wrap Gregory’s body in something soft, at least. It is what he would want.

Died (Zelestia): Zelestia is gone. I was wondering why it had suddenly become so quiet…

Died (Madeline): Madeline left us much too soon. Let us resolve not to squander any more young lives.

When Gregory dies, Rafal sheds his distance and adopts a more familiar judgment in 'what he would want', revealing that Gregory's interests were always things he took measure of, and that he'd preserved them all along. A blatant contradiction to the who-are-you treatment given to him in their C-support. When Zelestia dies, he enacts a similar sense of his familiarity albeit with her rambunctious personality, something viewed in a positive, room-filling light. Madeline's death instead calls upon his regretful reference to her age, an uncharacteristically tender emphasis at that.

The common ground between all of Rafal's reactions is a fond qualitative observation about his deceased Wind. Sentiment. Emotions and attachments that aren't betrayed on a surface level by his harsh words, particularly the ones pointed at them during his versus dialogue as Fell!Nil. Every expectation of hatred that Rafal gave during that time is negated by what he says and does afterward. Remembering their preferences, mourning their larger-than-life presence, and regretting their fate.

Even his shared support with Mauvier reflects a similar verdict; that what Rafal bespeaks to devalue his previous bonds differs from his actual beliefs.

Rafal: I do not require anything at the moment.

Mauvier: Good. If that changes, I assume you know how to find me.

Rafal: I would extend to you the same offer. I know you have a tendency to overwork yourself.

A far cry from Nil, Rafal is not a good liar. But he is an excellent hypocrite.

Most incriminating is the fact that he remembers things. If Rafal truly hated someone he wouldn't make remarks about their likes or concerned allusions to their most destructive tendencies. The ultimatum is that he cares. He cares and 9.5 out of 10 times he won't allow himself to show that.

The exception is present-world Mauvier, because him being a separate Mauvier without intimate knowledge of the sins that Rafal committed exempts him from Rafal's 'obligation' to keep far, far away from the people that he's hurt. And because said obligation is such a strong motivation, even if he did realize his own hypocrisy I doubt he would reconcile with the fact or try to amend it.

[lesbianlotties]

Ronancetober Day 6: Superhero/Super powers - Birds of Prey AU

words: 1490

i present to you... BIRDS OF PREY AU ✨💎 starring:

Robin Buckley as Harley Quinn, Nancy Wheeler as Black Canary, Vickie as Renee Montoya, Chrissy as Huntress, Max as Cassandra Cain, Henry Creel as Black Mask, B*lly as Victor Zsasz

unfortunately i couldn't rewrite the entire movie but maybe a miracle will happen and i'll finish this someday? in the meantime, here's this:

“They say, if you want to tell a story right, you gotta start at the beginning,” Robin said. “But who the fuck is they anyway? You don’t have to answer, by the way.”

“I wasn’t going to,” Max rolled her eyes.

“The point is,” Robin continued, holding up a finger as if she were making a very important point. “This is my story, and I’m telling it, so I’ll start where I fucking want.”

They were in Robin’s car, on their way to the Amusement Mile, the abandoned park, where a shady deal was waiting for them. But Max didn’t know that. So, Robin had to act like everything was still okay between them. Like she hadn’t made a deal with Henry Creel, her life in exchange for a diamond stolen by a sneaky little pickpocket by the name of Max Mayfield. Like she hadn’t kidnapped Max, broken her out of jail, handcuffed her to her own hand, robbed a store with her, painted her nails a nice sparkly color, gotten emotionally attached to her, decided to hide her from Henry’s evil schemes until she pooped that ridiculous diamond she ate, escaped her house with her after some asshole set it on fire after Robin was betrayed by a dozen other assholes, which prompted Robin to call Henry Creel to arrange a deal again, give up the sweet kid in exchange for protection, so everyone in Gotham would finally leave her alone. Not complicated at all. 

“Nobody has time to sit there and listen all about my tragic backstory,” Robin laughed as she drove, “my dad selling me for a six-pack of beer, my time in medical school and then working as a psychiatrist in Arkham, becoming besties with a patient, breaking him out of the asylum and starting a life of crime, jumping into a vat of chemicals for my bestie, getting arrested by the Batman, getting in and out of jail several times, and then coming out to my bestie and getting kicked out because apparently, he thought we were dating, and he wants me to call him Joker even though his name is so obviously Steve.”

“That’s… way too much information, Robin,” Max rolled her eyes and tried to act like she didn’t love every little bit of it.

That lasted until they arrived at their destination and Robin effortlessly betrayed her. Robin tied her to a toilet like she was worth nothing, leaving her there with a simple, “I’m sorry kid, I really am.”

But, just when Max was starting to accept the fact that she was about to be opened up for stealing a silly little 30-carat diamond, she heard a noise coming from outside the bathroom. She could be wrong, but it definitely sounded like Robin was getting her ass kicked by that grumpy detective Vickie something. Except for… nope, that was definitely the sound of Vickie screaming for her life after Robin most likely kicked her off the window of the place, proudly claiming revenge for a sandwich or something equally as ridiculous and on-brand for Robin. So, Max was back to contemplating death when someone kicked open the bathroom door. She tried to scream, but there was tape covering her mouth.

“Did she really tape you to a damn toilet?” Nancy asked her. She probably preferred to be called Black Canary these days, but for that same reason, Max insisted on calling her Nancy Wheeler, her kind and cool neighbor that was incapable of staying out of trouble and now, apparently, worked for Henry Creel, the guy currently at the top of the charts in Gotham’s villains. Which wasn’t good news, because, if Nancy was there, it meant Henry’s creepy minion was close by.

“What are you guys doing?” Billy Hargrove asked when he entered the bathroom.

Max almost succeeded at not feeling worried about seeing Robin’s helpless body on a couch after getting shot with a tranquilizing dart.

But she couldn’t focus on that, not when Billy was pushing a knife toward Nancy and yelling, “Cut her open. Rip open her little tummy. Now! Rip it open!”

Now, Max was mostly sure that Nancy would’ve died before listening to that piece of shit, but before her theory was put to the test, someone shot a fucking arrow through Billy’s neck. Nancy had cut most of the tape holding Max to the toilet and she passed her the knife. Max had to work fast, she couldn’t miss what was going on outside the bathroom. Actually, even more important than that, she had to save her own life.

One second, there were four women in that room, all of them exchanging distrustful looks between them. Robin was lying on the couch, smiling and feeling only approximately ten percent of her body. Nancy was standing tall in front of the bathroom, protecting the kid she went there to save. Vickie was holding a gun, but she didn’t have the police badge anymore, and she was still a little breathless after climbing up the window Robin kicked her out of. And there was a complete stranger in the doorway. And then, a second later, they were all holding up their hands, helpless in front of an angry teenager waving a gun at them.

“I don’t know what the fuck is going on,” Max yelled at them and stopped to kick the lifeless body of Billy Hargrove, “But I know that this shit-stick just tried to gut me. So you,” she pointed her gun at Robin, “you owe me an apology, I thought you were different, I thought you were my friend. And you guys,” she recklessly pointed her gun from Nancy to Vickie and then back to Nancy, “you guys owe me an explanation. Nancy, why the hell are you working for Creel? Vickie, are you fucking suspended from the police? And you,” Max waved her gun at the stranger, “who the fuck are you?”

“They call me…” the stranger said with a clearly intentionally deep and mysterious voice, while taking off the hood of her oh-so-dark and badass cloak. But before she could say Huntress she got interrupted.

“Chrissy Cunningham,” Vickie said with awe.

“From the Cunnigham massacre!” Nancy added.

“That’s some childhood trauma right there,” Robin said with a grimace. “Wait. The shiny rock that this dummy kid swallowed… that diamond belonged to your filthy rich mafia family! I mean, before they were all brutally murdered. All, except you, apparently? Are you a ghost, by any chance? You sure look the part, I mean, don’t get me wrong, it suits you, but-”

“Robin,” Nancy interrupted her with a knowing look. For a second, all eyes were on them. Robin didn’t shut up that easily for just anybody, and Nancy didn’t speak so softly for just anybody either. Oh, there was some history there. But they had bigger problems, like Vickie quickly pointed out.

“Guys, we have bigger problems,” Vickie said, moving to the window and prompting the others to look too. “Henry Creel found us, and he bought himself an army.”

“We’re dead,” Chrissy laughed, earning odd looks from everyone for a second, but then they got distracted again.

“Oh, this is amazing!” Robin exclaimed, jumping on the couch now that her body was over the effects of the tranquilizing dart. “Oh, come on! Don’t look at me like that! Don’t you watch movies? Do you know what this means? It means we’re going to have to work together!” The skepticism was more than obvious on everyone’s faces, but Robin had an argument that immediately convinced all of them, “For the kid.”

So, there was Robin Buckley, a notorious insane criminal wanted dead by most people in Gotham, but that had a surprisingly big heart, big enough to risk it all for a kid she just met, trusting a complete stranger, a police officer, and a woman that she may or may not be in love with. There was Nancy Wheeler, who tried to be a singer and ended up working for a villain, while possibly hiding superpowers she inherited from her mother as well as complicated feelings for a certain insane criminal with blonde hair and an infectious and sweet smile. There was Vickie, freshly suspended from the police force, obsessed with bringing Henry Creel to justice above everything else including her reputation and well-being, but not over Max’s life. There was Huntress- Chrissy Cunningham, the sole survivor of an old massacre that just wanted to kill Billy Hargrove for his involvement in it, and now found herself unable to leave behind this group of strangers and that kid that needed help like she’d needed all those years ago. And, finally, there was Max Mayfield, Gotham’s best pickpocket, who had more or less innocently stolen an infamous 30-carat diamond, not suspecting that she was about to be the reason Gotham earned a new team of heroes… and Robin’s chaos on the side.

[souryogurt64]

Really going to need more information on pushing Awsten down. Context, was he mad, etc

Ok here's my incredibly detailed and dramatic yet relatively factual retelling of the story of when I pushed Awsten Knight onto the ground and told him I didn't want his autograph as best I can recall it

I was 18 and I was following SWMRS/All Time Low/Waterparks/The Wrecks on tour. This was about six years ago. I had just graduated high school and we were doing this in the back of a shitty car and my parents were not fully aware of what was going on or where I was.

I was very loyal to SWMRS at the time and they were feuding with Waterparks. Waterparks were on the cusp of breaking at the time, I think they were the 2nd opener out of four acts. This was in St Louis in the summer of 2017 I believe, it was my first night following them.

SWMRS were feuding with them pretty hard and during the performance someone had thrown a (clean, wrapped) tampon at Awsten and he made a big show about how gross it was and it resulted in a pretty high volume of thrown (AGAIN, clean and wrapped) tampons and it became a whole bit.

Now that I'm older and more mature I think this was part of his general stage/artistic persona and he did a good job rolling with something very rude an audience member did in a way that was on brand for him and entertaining for the crowd. But at the time I was pretty young and already biased against them because they were beefing with SWMRS and SWMRS marketed themselves as the "feminist band" so they behaved differently about stuff like that. I felt he was being immature about periods and MY band would NEVER do that. (Lol)

Anyway, after the show near the merch table Awsten was getting swarmed by girls in a scene that was literally out of a movie, it was unreal. Nobody was being violent but it was definitely a swarm and very loud and took over the entire area. The best way I can describe it is like a Justin Bieber fanfiction cliche crossed with like high pitched rainbow teenage locusts.

I had absolutely zero interest in Awsten or Waterparks but he and his swarm were completely and directly in front of SWMRS' merch spread. No one was interested in SWMRS except me because they sucked and something was clearly wrong with me mentally here but regardless it happened. My friends were also with me but I was the most passionate about getting a shirt so I was spearheading this.

Anyway, I wanted to buy a shirt and Awsten was directly in my way and the swarm was intensifying and there wasn't really another path. I am pretty shy and very Midwestern IRL so I spent a pretty extended sequence of time very politely trying to get Awsten's attention and ask him to please move a bit so I could get by, I didn't know his name so I think I was tapping him and being like Uhhhhh Mister?

At some point a pretty sizable group of the bands' tour staff (5 or 6 guys probably) on the other side of the table a few feet away from us noticed what was going on and started yelling at me to just push him. They were like roadies/photographers who had a social media presence so I knew who they were. I was really bewildered and didn't want to get in trouble but they kept enthusiastically egging me on and telling me it was okay and to just do it.

So I gradually pushed Awsten and at first he didn't move but then he gave way. Due to the swarm and everything he lost his balance and we all kind of toppled over along with several people in the swarm. I remember Awsten was laughing and thought it was funny but there was so much going on we didn't have a lot of direct interaction. This was exactly what the group of touring staff wanted to happen and they thought it was hilarious.

I also remember accidentally grabbing onto his bicep for support in the clusterfuck and being very scandalized because I was so young and it was very chiseled and sweaty, lmao. I got my shirt and we left.

After this me and my friends realized that we had somehow illegally parked in the VIP lot behind the venue (or thought we had) and started freaking out and went looking for the car. I was pretty young so maybe I just thought this was a restricted area when it wasn't? But anyway on our search for the car we encountered a bunch of members of the band and touring staff outside of the buses smoking weed and they started trying to act like they weren't smoking weed because we were kids.

Something had happened between Waterparks and SWMRS the night before involving a video award show and they were beefing kind of hard or were at least pretending to for drama purposes. The narrative I pieced together based off how I felt SWMRS presented it to me was that someone from Fueled By Ramen flew them out in the middle of the tour under the pretense that they were surely going to win and then they didn't and they made them present the award to Waterparks when the two bands didn't like each other. SWMRS are terrible and bratty though so this probably wasn't actually the case.

Anyway, SWMRS very weirdly took this opportunity to like loudly vent to me about it deliberately within earshot of Awsten. This is something that happened with random fans and SWMRS a lot. They were talking about how like rock music was dead and people didn't appreciate guitars and the only way you could get anywhere in the industry was by using a laptop onstage and that wasn't real music and it wasn't the same as playing real instruments. And the only person at the award show they respected was Laura Jane Grace because she had authenticity. Blah blah blah on and on

SWMRS were very immature and arrogant and sore losers and were just being outright nasty. But at the time I thought they were so punk and I was totally in awe so I was like eating this up. Anyway during a lull in all of this Awsten came up and asked if I wanted his autograph. I felt like it was definitely like part of whatever weird drama I had just unsuspectingly wandered into but I was very loyal to SWMRS and barely knew who he was so I said no and he went and talked to someone else and that was the end of it.

It was very inconsequential but a fun story and getting dragged into this weird dick measuring drama between bands as an unsuspecting pawn was a fun memory from going a pop punk show as a teen lol

[sincerelyella]

Feelings Circle

Book: The Royal Romance (AU)

Pairings: Liam x MC (Ella); Drake x OC (Alyssa)

Characters belong to Pixelberry; Ella Brooks belongs to me; Alyssa Devereaux belongs to @burnsoslow and is used with permission

My brand spanking new and beautiful poster for The Loft was made by the amazing @gokushairgel ❤️ she is a gem and so dang talented. Thank you for creating this masterpiece!

Summary: An AU based on the show New Girl (my favorite can you tell??) Just a collection of one-shots and shenanigans that allude to the show. This will NOT be canon, that means this won’t be in Cordonia and Liam isn’t a King. If you have watched the show before, you know they are in Los Angeles, California.

A/N: This little chapter takes place after the birthday fic I wrote for Burnsy called Lifetime. You don’t need to read that one to know what’s going on in this fic though ☺️

A/N 2: It’s been a very long time since I’ve written anything - mostly because work has been crazy and studying related to work has also taken up a lot of my time. My taglist is very old so feel free to ignore should you not want to read this mess lol

Thank you Burnsy, my tumblr and real life friend, for letting me borrow your best girl, as well as looking over this fic and not saying it completely sucked big donkey balls lol I love you.

Warnings: Adult language; sexual innuendos; some overall inappropriateness because it’s the Loft 🤷🏽‍♀️

Words: 1258

Alyssa opened the door and to her surprise saw a large package that was on the floor addressed to her. She grunted as she pulled and pushed it inside the loft. “Ella!”

A voice came from one of the rooms down the hall. “Yeah?”

“Did you order something for me again? I just returned the freaking roundabout dildo!” Lyss shut the door with her foot and crossed her arms across her chest.

“What’re you talking about? I didn’t buy anything,” Ella bounced into the living room. “What’s that?”

“I don’t know,” Lyssa bent down to take a look at the label on the box. “It says it’s from Texas.”

The girls pawed and pried open the box and saw that it was a bread maker. “A bread maker? What the fuck?” Lyssa saw a note tucked on the side and tugged on it. “It’s from Drake’s mom!” Drake and Alyssa just got engaged and FaceTimed his family and her cousins and friends to give them the news. Drake, not being too close to his mom and Aunt Leona, still felt like giving them a call about their engagement was respectful. “‘Dear Alyssa, So glad we got to meet you even though it was when you and my son were already engaged,’” Lyss read out loud. “‘Please accept this as an engagement gift, hope to meet you soon.’”

“What the fuck kind of gift is a bread maker?” Ella asked as she poked the box. “She doesn’t even know you. Why not send a toaster or coffee maker or something?”

Alyssa gasped. “Maybe she thinks I can’t take care of her son!”

Ella’s brows furrowed. “What? Why?”

“I don’t know, I heard she treated Drake and his sister like shit and abandoned them,” she explained with a wave of her hand. “So maybe this is her way of being petty. Maybe she thinks I can’t cook!”

“But you can’t,” her friend pointed out.

“That’s beside the point! She thinks I can’t take care of her only son!”

“How can you say you don’t take care of people?” Ella put her hands on her hips in a huff. “You take care of me! You’re fierce and strong and you would stand up for anyone that you love. You’re like a big, scary, protective mama bear!”

“I just make sure you don’t kill yourself when we’re drinking El,” Lyssa’s eyes watered. “What if Drake’s mom hates me?”

The girls were interrupted by the front door opening and the guys of loft 4D barged inside, already mid argument.

“If I’m not having sex in this loft, then nobody is having sex in this loft!” Leo roared as he marched towards the kitchen.

“I am so aware of my nipples right now,” Maxwell hissed as he hugged his chest tightly.

Ella and Lyss glanced at each other, then turned back to the boys. “What in the fresh hell-”

“Just don’t make any sudden movements,” Ella whispered out of the side of her mouth.

It was Liam’s turn to speak as he turned to his fiancé. “Love, did you know about this?”

“I’m sorry, I have no idea what’s happening right now. I need context.”

Leo ripped open a box of condoms, dumped them onto the kitchen island, and pulled open drawers.

“What the fuck is going on?” Lyssa asked as she turned to Drake.

“I’ll tell you what the fuck is going on!” Leo answered as he lifted up what he was looking for - a pair of scissors. “I’m going to cut all these condoms up!”

Drake, Max, and Liam lunged toward Leo, Drake reaching him first and tackling him to the ground. Max kicks the scissors away from him and Liam tries to pull his best friend off of his brother.

“Get ahold of yourself, you crazy oaf,” Drake grunted as he struggled against Liam’s strong hold. “Just because you fucked up and aren’t getting laid anymore doesn’t mean you can fuck it up for all of us!”

Leo huffed, his face red. “If any one of you try to have sex up in this loft I’ll body block! No love making! All love making will cease!”

“Everybody shut up!” Ella screamed. Everyone went silent and turned their attention to the small woman in front of them. “All of you, just shut up and sit down at the table. We’re going to talk about this like adults.”

Alyssa grinned. “I’ll get the-”

“Aw,” Maxwell whined. “Not the-”

“You bet your ass!” Lyss waved the feelings stick in his face. As a teacher, she brought home a lot of popsicle sticks, yarn, felt tipped markers, and crayons. But the feelings stick was used religiously in case they needed to have a loft meeting. The girls usually bring it out when there are some kind of feelings involved and the guys don't want to talk about it.

“Feelings stick is in effect,” Ella began as everyone took a seat, grumbling as they went. “You know the rules, one person speaks at a time and no interrupting.”

“Everyone deserves to be heard at the table,” Alyssa continued as she stood behind her new fiancé and bent down to kiss his cheek.

Ella plopped herself onto Liam’s lap, his arms automatically settling around her hips. “Who wants to go first?”

Maxwell reached for the feelings stick now in the middle of the table. “We all were at the store and Leo saw Hana there with another guy. He got upset and jealous and was trying to follow them down the aisles! As a distraction, I told him that the store ran out of cheddar cheese blocks and he went into some kind of rage and twisted my nipples,” he turned to look at Leo as he wrapped a free arm around his chest. “That really hurt and now I’m pretty sure you ripped some chest hair out of my skin.”

Leo snatched the feelings stick out of Max’s hand. “I felt like that was the wrong time to yell about my favorite cheese, and you knew how distraught I’d been over my … situation with Hana!”

Drake leaned over the table and grabbed the feelings stick from Leo. “I feel like you are being a real bitch about this Hana issue, Rys!“ Alyssa and Ella flinched at the harsh words; Leo’s face turned a dark red color. “You cheated, and she dumped you. Come to terms with it and fucking let it go!”

Liam held his hand out towards Drake, motioning for the feelings stick, and like a baton, Drake passed it over. “Leo, I don’t think it’s fair that you purposely bought condoms for everyone with a plan to just cut them up since we’re all in relationships and you’re not.”

A knock on the door interrupted their feelings circle. Alyssa walked over, flung the door open and her brows raised in surprise to see Hana on the other side. “Hana! Hey … uh, what’s up?”

Wringing her hands together, Hana gave her friend a nervous smile. “Hi Lyss, is Leo here?”

A screeching of a chair and stomping of feet sounded a moment later, and an out of breath Leo stood at the door next to Lyssa. “Hi! Hana … hi! How are you?”

“Leo …” Hana chewed on the inside of her cheek.

An awkward silence settled between the two and Lyss became increasingly uncomfortable. “I’m … just going to walk away,” she bent down under Leo’s arm that was holding the door open and scampered off.

“Did you want to come in?” Leo asked softly.

Hana nodded. “I think we should talk.”

[goongiveusnothing]

I found your blog a few months ago and when I was a fan I always had in the back of my head that H is not who he says he is and that my expectations of him as an artist are a bit too high because he doesn’t have that special quality like a lot of the great ones have. Over the past couple of years, I found myself disenchanted with H and for a lack of a better word just disengaged. I feel like there are a lot of fans who do feel this way. My thoughts

I think most of us were fans or indifferent or just felt positively about him at some point to some degree. At one point it seemed this whole "nice guy" stuff was something different and felt charming. The fans would also push this narrative that he was secretly deeply intellectual and thought a great deal about all kinds of social issues and it was very easy to buy into it, as nobody ever asked him anything of substance. I think the disenchantment began for most of us while he was even in the band, the distancing with the others, the clear attempt to cultivate his own brand and quest for solo superstardom. But people ignored it, because surely he couldn't be that conniving and egotistical?

To see who he's become now... sorry, to see who he has revealed himself to be, has been very whiplashing. The person most fans love is just an illusion, one created by a team of people and cultivated by his fans. One that rehearses PR answers, is given a list of PR questions, sits in interviews with all the closest bestest Azoff allies. One given a red carpet to superstardom without any of the real work. He is who his fans want him to be. He wants to be a genuine legend, one of the biggest most beloved icons in the world. A Michael Jackson, Prince, Elvis, Madonna, Beyonce... without any of the talent or hardwork. Just by convincing enough people that he already is that. And if you have allies all over the media who are willing to get in on this for the internet clout, the magazine sales, the payola... it's not the hardest thing to get away with.

I think his fans see blogs like this and posts like this and there's something in the back of their minds that knows what we're saying is true. That he's a fraud. That he's a greedy corporate capitalist to an almost sociopathic degree. That he's queerbaiting. That he seems to be surrounded suspiciously by the worst people. That he seems suspiciously to also be a bad or less than good person. I think people want to cling on to who they thought he was because it was a nice idea, but these things bother them and for many they come and search these blogs out because he has recently done something that embarrasses them or confirms to them that yes, he did it again, something cringe or fraudulent or dumb or scammy or greedy. And eventually that gets too much and people start accepting he isn't who they thought he was and get annoyed or angry about him, because now they can see through him too.

[nachobra]

random homestar runner + OG fanstuff wiki fandom whatever memory time

- edit the wiki in fall of 2005 as an IP address. a sysop tries helping me make an account (somehow I either just didn’t see the ‘create account/log in” button or didn’t know what that meant). he asks what browser I’m using & I say “windows”

- by the time I want to make an account there’s a lockdown because there’s a bot making 100s of accounts & posting slurs everywhere. before school one day in december I randomly check the wiki again & the ban was temporarily lifted! I only had time to make the account & then the rest of the day I was so excited thinking about all the fun I was going to have with my brand new account!

- so the website had this draconian, kafkaesque rule where only one person could write a character’s email show at one time. so like if someone was writing strong sad emails, nobody else could write those until the author willingly gave up the series. I have no clue why anyone put up with that back then, like it’s completely antithetical to the website’s purpose. itd be like if you went on ao3 & tried to write a harry/hermione fic & a mod told you “woah slow down bucko, somebody already did that pairing. you’re going to have to come up with something different” that’s insanity

- since all the good characters are taken, & all the moderately ok characters are taken, I pick Jaro, one of the enemies from stinkoman 20x6, to make an email show about. it barely counts as fan fiction & is universally beloved. look at this:

not exaggerating when I say winning this award felt like the greatest accomplishment of my life up to that point. this will be my tombstone.

- this was just before I found the website, but from my understanding there was some rp game called “homestar high”. it was about wiki users going to a high school. it has nothing to do with homestar. there was some big drama over e102-stinkoman & princess homestar pretending to be dating or something? like that sounds like something dril would make up about DigimonOtis & RodneyGamerfield, but that really was how names were back then. none of this “trashwitchbimbohell” crap

- one time I got in a talk page fight with a user named h*bad, & the adrenaline rush from using logic to crush his pitiful arguments was so intense that I went to my mom & bragged to her about how I was doing such a good job in this internet debate.

- in like 2006-7 a very prominent user quits the website & leaves behind a big rant on their userpage. for some reason this really bothered me & like a couple days later I just did the same thing for no reason. my guess is that it was the first bubblings of pre-teen angst that I didn’t know how to express. many such cases! less than a year later I unceremoniously returned.

- the sysops on the regular hrwiki did not like us. despite the wiki being dedicated to a cartoon that had a sizeable chunk of its audience who were 10 year olds, they just resented having to babysit all these dumb kids talking about trogdor’s uncle or whatever. they’re also like “why are we paying for server space for this garbage?”. so they tell the community they’re going to do a big purge because there’s too much bad content cluttering up the wiki, they’re going to close it for a bit to clean things up & then bring it back better than before. then they just ignored all our messages for a few years, then the wiki came back in like 2010, then a few months later they closed it for good

- http://fanstuff.hrwiki.org/wiki/The_Email_Intro_Medley this song was really really good but the link is long dead & I don’t think it’s on the wayback machine. noah & brandon, wherever you are, I still remember your song

lets look at this again for a while

[jinxytheshippr]

So Much For a Movie Night

Warning: Mild Smut Request: None (Requests open 24/7)

"Have fun!" Andrea, Y/n’s roommate, said as she opened the door to their apartment. 

Y/n waved back, “Remember, back by two!” 

Andrea rolled her eyes. “Yes, mom!” She mocked, waving again.

Y/n waited until the door was locked to dive over to the oven and steal one of the brownies for tonight.

Y/n had planned a movie night so she could get to meet the first responders at 51, at least, the ones her age; Ritter, Violet, and Gallo. She had just finished her first shift on Squad 3 and thought she should have them over. All three had agreed to come over at eight, but Ritter had canceled about an hour ago and Violet said not to count on her. So she was left with Gallo, no problem, right? He was just the most handsome, adorable, smart, funny- the list goes on. Yes, Y/n had developed a crush on him. Love at first sight, one may call it.

She took a bite of her brownie, then nearly spit out the fiery bite of chocolate. She put her brownie in the fridge, hoping to cool it to a somewhat edible temperature. She walked over to the living room, sat down on the Arnow couch, and turned on the television. She had a Jurassic Park marathon planned if anyone came.

Someone knocked on the door. It was still a quarter to eight, so she assumed Andrea forgot her car keys again or something. Y/n stood up and walked over to the door, taking her time to open the lock.

"Really, Andy?" She asked as she opened the door, then nearly jumped out of her skin as she realized it was Gallo. "Sorry, Andy's my roommate-"

"It's fine," he shrugged, peeking beyond her into the apartment. "Am I too early?"

"Oh, no. Come on in!" She opened the door a little wider to let him through. "Any news on Violet?"

"I think she left for a date or something. That's what Ritter said, at least," he walked in and set a 6-pack of beers on the island. Y/n didn't recognize the brand, Fire-Goat must be a Chicago craft brewery or something.

"Well, more for us, I guess. There’s brownies over here," she motioned for the steaming tray on the oven. "Be careful, they're nuclear-hot."

Gallo chuckled, looking around the place again. His eyes locked on the floor and his face broke into the sweetest smile Y/n had ever seen. "Who's this?" he bent down beneath the island and came up holding Jinx, Y/n's newest kitten.

"Oh, that's Jinx. Andy's cat is running around here somewhere, too," she smiled.

"Strange, I always imagined you as a dog person."

"Well, that's what happens when two bisexuals share an apartment," she worried for a moment about how he would react, but he smiled back at her.

"Really? I'm pan," he lifted Jinx, whose little black tail was flailing around like a whip, closer to his face.

"Neat," She responded, walking over to the couch. "Well, if nobody else is coming, we can get started?"

He set down the cat, grabbed two beers from the case, and then sat down on the other side of the couch. Y/n realized how small their couch was as he handed her the beer and settled back on his side.

Y/n grabbed the remote, sipped her beer, and then set the remote down again. "Gallo, where did you find this stuff? This is like, the best beer I've ever tasted?"

His eyes averted from the tv. He grabbed his bottle, pointing to something on the side. "I made it, actually. I run a micro brewery with Violet and Darren."

Made by firefighters, for firefighters. Y/n found the motto on the side, Gallo's number underneath it.

"You can call me Blake, by the way. When we're off shift at least."

"Okay," she responded, picking up the remote again. "Ready for some Jurassic Park?"

~

The mood changed as soon as the score started up. She couldn't quite place it, but the temperature in the room definitely elevated. She could feel the same uneasiness coming from Blake, but it seemed rude to ask, somehow.

"Clever girl," Muldoon said in a breathy voice, unbeknownst to anyone in the apartment.

Y/n didn't hear the line leading up to the attack, and nearly jumped into Blake's arms, had he not jumped into hers.

The heat sizzled under Y/n's clothes, seeing how close he was to her. He was also scared by the velociraptor and must've leaned in a little closer. Now their faces were nearly touching, the discomfort in the room now a blaze of emotion.

She didn't know what to do, and he didn't either. Y/n pulled her legs in closer, grazing her knees on his thigh. Both of them shuddered, and Y/n finally pulled away.

"Can I get you a brownie?" she asked, starting to stand up.

He hesitated. "Nope, uh, I'm good," he turned away from the tv, watching Twix, Andy's cat, leap onto the counter and roll around on the island.

"Okay," Y/n responded, sitting back down, but allowing herself to get closer to him.

He did the same, allowing himself to drift within a throw pillow's length of her.

Now Y/n felt cold, but her sweatshirt was in her room, which would make this situation even more awkward if she tried to retrieve it. Her knee bumped against his, and she bit her lip but didn't want to apologize.

"You're cold," said Blake, unzipping his sweatshirt. "You can take this if you need it." he set it around her shoulders, and the heat washed over her senses once again.

"Thanks," she nodded, trying to smile up at him.

What was that? Is that normal? Am I wearing his sweatshirt? She cleared her throat, doing just about anything to kill the silence as the credits started playing.

Blake let his arm spread across her shoulders, and she finally pinpointed the feeling in the room. She looked up at him. "You know, we," she moved closer still, letting instinct take over. She had never done this before, not for real.

He turned to look at her, pulling his arm back to his side. A cold feeling fell over the place where his arm had been, only confirming what she wanted. "Yes?" he responded, his eyes nearly burning with the same feeling.

She moved a hand to his shoulder, letting it drag down his collarbone and chest. She tilted her chin up again. "Why don't we turn the tv off, I think part two can wait. . ." she said with her best attempt at seduction.

He didn't say anything, just nodded slowly, letting his eyes stray over her body. he leaned in closer, his nose nearly brushing hers.

She closed her eyes and leaned in, finally letting their lips touch. A feather-light kiss that somehow packed enough emotion to heat the room again. She leaned her head back again, looking up at Blake. Was that the right move?

He moved forward again, and Y/n leaned in to meet him. Their lips touched again, the kiss already more intense than the last. He sucked on her bottom lip, requesting to go further. She wasn't sure what to do and opened her lips just enough for his tongue to slide in. Y/n moaned in surprise and pleasure as he pushed forward, straddling her on the couch. She moved her hands around his neck, and couldn't help but wriggle as he ground against her.

He pulled away for a moment, the intense light in his eyes dying down with worry. "Is this okay? Are we going too fast?"

She took a moment to respond, not because she didn't know the answer, she was just surprised.

Blake started pulling off of her. "So-"

She pulled him in again, kissing him deeper. He didn’t wait a moment more and straddled her once again. Y/n broke away for a moment, breathing heavily. “Wait, not here. Andrea would kill me,” she gasped for more air, moisture accumulating on her forehead.

Blake smiled, his hair tussled. “If you say so.”

Y/n tried to get out from under him, only for him to pick her up. She giggled and held onto him as they started kissing on the walk to the bedroom.

~

Y/n opened her eyes, still convinced that it had been a dream. Jinx was sleeping on her stomach, purring in his sleep. Y/n gently grabbed the kitten, moving him next to her so she could get a drink of water. Then she saw Blake next to her, his chest exposed and facing her. Y/n blushed, suddenly remembering what happened.

“So much for a movie night,” she mumbled to herself, slinking out of bed. She grabbed a random shirt from the floor and made her way to the kitchen.

Then someone started banging on the door, scaring Y/n into dropping the glass she was holding. She swore under her breath, dancing around the glass shards and walking to the entryway. She peeked through the peephole in the door, coming face to face with Andrea.

Y/n raised an eyebrow, checking the time. 1:45. She opened the door.

“That was a little too close for my liking, Andy,” Y/n said.

“Yea, well-” Andrea looked at Y/n. “Y/n, whose shirt is that?”

Y/n looked down, realizing that she was wearing his v-neck from earlier tonight. “Umm-”

Andrea smiled devilishly. “Does he have any tattoos? I can kick him out for you,”

“What? No. Andy, go to sleep. I should, too. I already broke one thing,” Y/n closed the door behind Andy, rubbing her eyes.

“Okay, but I get to meet him in the morning,” Andy reasoned, walking down the hall to her room.

“Fine, just shut up,” Y/n said, then walked into her bedroom.

Blake was awake now, propped up on one shoulder and petting Jinx, the black cat who was rolling around and purring as loud as an old Harley-Davidson Dyna. Y/n crawled back into bed, still wearing the v-neck.

“I like that shirt on you,” Blake smiled, picking up the kitten and moving him closer to her.

“It’s nice. Definitely something I could get used to,” she smiled back, petting Jinx as he closed his eyes again.

“Me too,” Blake leaned forward and kissed her lightly.

[floof-writes]

also. not to request two prompts. but i just read your tag on the post so i want to give you something to live vicariously through: the chain playing d&d together

I had a very in character moment and wrote a thousand or more words for all the requests I've gotten so far. Instead of living vicariously this turned into torturing Four with my own pain. Do note that I do these in whatever order I want and other asks are on their way.

Title: To Kill A God

Words: 998

“Hey, just checking, you’re still good for Dnd on the fifth, right?” Four asked, their fingers and all but Legend’s name crossed. He’d resorted to actually calling people at this point so they’d respond.

“Wait, that’s on the fifth? I can’t, Ravio and I are going antiquing that night.” 

One of the colors wouldn’t stop thinking ‘f’ and instead of letting Blue’s obscenities come out Four took a very deep breath. “Antiquing,” he repeated. “On Dnd night.” 

“Yeah sorry, he’s only in town for so long,” Legend said, but he didn’t sound sorry at all. Four couldn’t believe it. This was like, the fourth time in a row they’d canceled, and it was because of antiquing? It was like nobody even cared what happened to the lich king!

“Plan on the twelfth then,” Four managed before hanging up. He chucked his phone at his bedspread and crumpled up the list.

***

“Hey Warriors, when did you say your leadership retreat was again?” 

“Starts the Friday after next. The twelfth, I think?”  

Four’s face dropped. “I hate you,” Blue said, but Red thought that was too mean and backtracked. “But like, not actually. I love you.” They frowned. “I just hate you right now,” Vio clarified. 

“Sorry,” Warriors said, wincing. 

***

8 People Who Pay Income Taxes + Wind Play Pretend Every Friday

Oct 3, 7:03

God

Next session is on the 19th. Be there or be square. 😡:)

Monsterfuck-ling 

Don’t hate me…

God

Warriors, don’t do this

Monsterfuck-ling

I don’t get back until like 1 am on the 19th 

Four demonstrated extreme maturity and did not rip up their session notes, but it was a very close thing. 

***

“That’s okay, Sky, it would suck to lose your scholarship, you should definitely study,” Four said very very nicely, even though his insides were turning into lava. “How about the thirty first?” he said tightly.

“Isn’t that Sadie Hawkins?” Time said, and why Time knew that but not the correct way to eat cereal was beyond Four. 

“School dances are the worst, Time,” Four said, gagging. “We have Dnd.” 

“Wind’s totally gonna get asked though,” Legend said with a snicker, carting his brand new antique clock through his and Sky’s dorm room. “And he won’t say no.”  

Four flipped him off.

***

Mom said it’s my turn on the valid

Oct 17 9:17

Rainbow

Did anybody get asked to Sadies?

*looks Titania in the eyes while eating all her apples*

No lol

Mi patria es la mar 

Nope!

Punishing me for wondering what rocks taste like is thought crime

Nop

Ha. Suck it, Legend. 

***

“Finally, Dnd tonight!” Four shouted, practically bouncing down the school hallway with Wild on his heels. “You’re in charge of bringing food by the way.” 

“Obviously,” Wild scoffed, rolling his eyes. Then he stopped. “Wait, tonight?” 

Four’s gut went cold. “Yes tonight, where’ve you been?” 

“But tonight’s Sadies!” 

“And nobody is going! I asked, remember?” 

“No, you asked if anybody got asked! Four, I did the asking!”

“It’s a girl’s choice, dipshit!” 

“Well it’s not like a girl was gonna ask him!” Wild shouted back. His face went red and he added more quietly, “And maybe I was having more of a girl day anyway.” 

Oh for Hylia’s sake, Four suddenly felt like a very strong competitor for Wild’s idiot title. Sure, Wild had been questioning for awhile, but this was the first time he’d said anything definitive about it. But couldn’t Wild have his highschool romance on a night that wasn’t dnd night? Four hid his face behind his AP Stats textbook and walked away. 

“Hey, you can’t get mad at me for rebelling against gender norms, Four!” Wild called after him. “Gender is a social construct!” 

***

Even God can’t hear us here

Nov 3, 7:13

Wild stop changing my name to ‘real life furry’

Okay real talk for a second, I think Four might implode if we don’t play soon 

Wild Child 💛🤍💜🖤

Real talk: he bought me a calendar last week

Swashfuckle

Oh! Muppets right?

Wild Child 💛🤍💜🖤

Nah mine was pride themed?

Monsterfuck-ling

Guilt motivated?

Wild Child 💛🤍💜🖤

Oh no doubt

*and you all thought I couldn’t RP a barbarian*

I think he’s just given up at this point

Clock

Can we all commit to next Friday, November 10th, 6 O’clock? 

Four glared at the screenshot Legend had sent them, but beneath Time’s question was six whole ‘yes’s’ so he would take it. 

8 Flaky Whores + Four Play Pretend Every Friday

God

Be there or somebody’s body is gonna get harmed

Swashfuckle

Yessir!

Nov 10, 5:24

Wild Child 💛🤍💜🖤

[A selfie of Wild, who has a butterfly bandage on their temple and scratched up arms and hands. Behind them, Hyrule is in a hospital bed, looking ridiculously banged up but offering a thumbs up to the camera anyway. Wind is giving him bunny ears and Twilight has his head in his hands.]

Wild Child 💛🤍💜🖤

Hiking accident beat you to it Four

*and you all thought I couldn’t RP a barbarian*

[A picture of Four with his face resting on a pillow of crumpled up character sheets and dice. His DM screen has half-fallen on his head. Warriors looks on in distaste and concern.]

*and you all thought I couldn’t RP a barbarian*

He’s been like this for twenty minutes

Wild Child 💛🤍💜🖤

Hyrule says he’s sorry but also he has a Grade 2 concussion so like take it with a grain of salt

God is Dead 🌈

The Lich King kills all of you 

God is Dead 🌈

Except Hyrule’s sorcerer because he’s too high to understand his sins

God is Dead 🌈

The end

Wild Child 💛🤍💜🖤

What about me? 

God is Dead 🌈

You specifically go to hell

Wild Child 💛🤍💜🖤

Homophobia

God is Dead 🌈

BITCH I’M GAY

Swashfuckle

Homophobia

Dragon Hoard

Homophobia

Monsterfuck-ling

Homophobia

Clock

Homophobia

God is Dead 🌈

I hate all of you

Wild stop changing my name to ‘real life furry’

So… next Friday?

[flowerycoffin]

“Izzy does it” nitpicking

Idk how to start it, let me just dive in without any introduction.

1. I’d really like to know why Zipp is leaving voice notes anytime she have a screentime. It would be nice comedy effect for some if it was once or twice, but it’s happening all of the time and gets irritating pretty quickly.

2. I know it’s for investigation purposes but this scene looks kinda gay

Nothing strange; just one fella watching butt of a nice mare.

3. How does this mirror smartphone works? Can any of you two un-zoom Opalines face? It’s unsettling

4. Pipp songs are boring and a bit souless. Too bad those are the only ones we get so far. I understand that some people might like it but for me those are just generic pop songs.

Also, Pipp is said to be this huge pop star, but the only times we see her pipp squeaks there is just a bunch of young fillies.

5. 

I don’t believe Izzy never had creative block

I double don’t believe Pipp never had creative block.

6. Can ponies stop saying “That’s not it!” Over and over again? I’m not a native english speaker myself but I know that there’s much more words and sentences to express “That’s not it!”

7. 

This dude is rude for no reason. Take a gift and go away meanie.

8.

As someone who catch themselves having many times similar mindset I can tell you one thing Izzy - Don’t. Think. Like. That. It’s toxic behaviour making even bigger burn out and creative block than before. 

What sits bad with me is that this behaviour doesn’t seem to be corrected or even talked about and instead changed into “Oh, sometimes you just need to look for inspiration somewhere else :^D”

9. This is very odd exposition and unnatural dialogue

10. This is the very reason I hate toddlers

IT’S

HIS

FAULT

11. First off, nobody stole it

Second off, Sunny or left her coctail van without any additional safety or she’s blind for seeing mirror smartphone just now

12. Opaline will be my fav one solely because she’s barely a character and more generic DeviantArt OC villain from mlp golden era

13. I promised myself that I won’t bash on animators because they still have to get used to character models and other things but…

How did you managed to forget about all of those strains of hair and let it float through the body and be stiff?

And please decide. Motorcycle is burried or not

14. You know what?

Sunny is not the ONLY blind person here.

15. Don’t know why but this made me go “Oh wow, that’s mean.”

16. Ok, this last thing will be on a serious note - as before I was fun-hating Pipp within my friend group because it looked like writers wanted to make relatable influencer figure now I truly hate her with burning passion and here is why:

A) She is posting her friends image and shows off all of the things they are doing without their consent and without asking them for details.

(It’s about mane-cesorry Izzy gave Sunny as a gift, but I hope that before reading this post you watched the episode)

Izzy told you clearly that it is made as a birthday present, so why are you making it into a brand and say that everyone can get it!? Why haven’t you thought that maybe a thing done specialy for someone will be one and only? You live with Izzy in the same house and know that she’s crafting things the way she feels like crafting and probably wouldn’t like to make something because she has to. You never even asked her is it alright to say that she can make more of this. You never even asked Sunny if she is okay to be filmed and asked questions during her job but you still did it and showed her having troubles to the whole pony world!

Again - where is a question “Can I post about this?” And asking for details? You’re very bad role model.

B) Pipp is being way too much self-absorbed

As normally I’m advocating for having a bit of ego, here it’s pretty badly portayed to say at least.

You solved one problem so far and didn’t saw any results of it. Actually later you realized how bad your advice was, but before that it was so noble to the point where you had to say it out loud (???). Yes I’m over-analyzing but this monolouge took me off guard and twisted my guts when I first heard it.

Also her mannerism looks like coming from someone who doesn’t see a world outside herself. It’s probably just a biased thoughts and I wish it could change, but also kinda want to know if anyone else caught similar impression.

C) From where exactly does she know what will her hit song be? Isn’t it dependent from the audience?

D)

Good.

E) What’s the point in lying here?

Like really, do you know how many problems you could avoid in the future if you were honest with your friends and said that it’s not yours?

End note: Yeah that’s it. I’m open for discussions and additions. Sorry for ending on agressive note but I had to call out Pipp behaviour.

[hypotheticalskinarios]

It was just like any other morning...except that it wasn't like any other morning at all. The power five from just a week ago had been pared down to the top two candidates for a senior management position at work, and today was her final one on one meeting...with the top floor brass no less.

She had pulled out all of the stops for today. New hair, new nails, and new clothes...clear down to the soles of her freshly pedicured feet and the skin of her baby soft ass.

"So what do you think?" she asked her husband...who was just tightening the knot of his tie before heading off to work himself. "Honestly" he told her as he looked her up and down "I don't think that you stand any chance at all."

She said nothing in return. She couldn't. She was too focused on holding back the tears that would most certainly ruin her makeup to form words at all. "Let me explain" he continued "your strengths are your personality...your calm and cool in even the most stressful of situations. But you look scared to death right now baby. In fact, if I didn't know any better, I'd swear that you just woke up in someone else's clothes with no idea where you even are. But I DO have an idea that might just get you back into a better headspace. Now what time is your interview?"

"Oh that's plenty of time" he told her "even with traffic...so come on over here for a minute." He asked her to stand in front of the bed, at which point he knelt down in front of her and carefully pulled her skirt up to her waist...being mindful not to wrinkle it. "Now have a seat please my dear" he asked of her...which she happily obliged.

As he pulled her panties aside, she fell back into the bed and closed her eyes...thinking that he was going to give her a little morning kiss to calm her nerves...until she felt something else...and completely unexpected.

Now she hadn't married him for his cock, but nobody would have blamed her if she had....and it was a completely different beast first thing in the morning. As he entered her, he leaned over and asked her "Now do I look like a man who would fuck a scaredy cat?", to which she could only shake her head no.

When he was right...he was certainly right, because with each and every thrust, he filled her with confidence...along with that aforementioned girthquake between his legs which ALWAYS left her with at least a few breathless aftershocks in it's wake.

She had expected him to pull out at any moment and say something corny about how he'd finish once she came back home with a bigger bag than he put into the bank every payday, but he surprised her yet again by removing himself from her far less formidable than he had arrived.

He knelt down between her legs now and did give her a quick peck before restoring the front of her panties to their proper position, at which point he stood up and resheathed himself.

"Now all that you needed my Dear" he told her as he helped her up from the bed "was a little distraction...and I'm sure that trying not to make a mess of that very expensive chair that you'll be sitting in very shortly will do just the trick. But more than that" he told her...as he gently patted the front of her brand new skirt "I just wanted you to feel like I'm right there with you in that interview. Now you'd better get going honey, because gravity is no more forgiving than business executives when it comes to time management."