#I’m just a simple newbie fan

[timethehobo]

Random urge to draw Tech in a suit so-

[renku]

Catering Demand and Need

Loossemble Yeojin x Male Reader

“Yeojin, what are you doing down there?”

“Nothing, oppa... You took so long to get here,” Yeojin playfully twirls her hair while still exposing her thighs out, “I’m kinda lonely here without my unnies...”

“Now’s not the time, Yeojin.”

Yeojin pouted and climbed on the couch, slouching to show her disappointment.

What am I going to do with her? This old, repititive question is almost a million dollar question in Mathematics that the most brilliant minds in the world try to solve. But Yeonjin is on another level. Try with all might and sheer will, it’s always her—Yeojin always, always wins.

Letting a sigh as a sign of defeat before sitting beside her, Yeojin knew that it’ll happen no matter what—she will prevail.

“Baby girl?” soft yet manly tone, a maintained balance of persuasion and dominance. Yeojin must know she’s the one in need, and the one that needs to earn it.

No answer. As expected. Yeojin’s habit of putting the act for a bit longer serves as her trump card. Just to get this over with, let Yeojin have it her way.

Felt the touch from your index finger on her silky thigh, gradually sliding upward until it reaches the hem of the laced white dress. Inaudible gasp escaped her lips, and goosebumps spread all over her.

“Still not going to answer, baby girl?”

Yeojin is a tough cookie to break. Well, you already did literally before but it’s the attitude. She could just gave a nod or a simple 'yes' or 'no' to make things easier. If a newbie managed to survive the job as her manager, it’ll be a breakthrough. But here you are, still on the same role and job.

It would only be a matter of time before the others arrive. Compromising others’ time and schedule would spell disaster. Raising the hem of her dress, a pleasant smell greeted your nose—fresh rose scent from her favorite feminine wash, and visual blessing by means of a matched red-laced panties; enough to increase the blood flow in all the right areas in your body.

As much as you want to tease Yeojin first, it’s just simply impractical and dangerous at the current circumstances.

Grabbing and pulling her undergarments in one go; almost breaking it at the process. Your hands found their place in Yeojin's petite cheeks—oh, for the love of Venus—supple and irresistible.

“O- op- uhm– Daddy?”

Thank God, she finally spoke. And she just used her ultimate move. The perfect trigger—climbing to the level of overdrive.

“Yes, baby girl?”

“Will Daddy punish me for not behaving good?” Yeojin turned around to look at you with her half-lidded eyes. Fuck. So vulnerable yet ruinable.

“Yes, my baby girl needs to learn again to listen.”

Spreading her cheeks there lies her impatient lubricated cunt; dripping, already forming a pool on the couch but it doesn’t matter anymore. Unbuckling your belt with haste to push down your pants and briefs in one go just enough to let out your raging cock.

“All fours, now.”

Yeojin didn’t even hesitate for a second. She got herself into position right away.

A two, quick strokes on your cock before lining up yourself in her entrance. The glans kissed her labia, making Yeojin whimper.

“Hmmp–”

“Still not used to this, baby girl?”

“It’s just– Daddy’s cock is too big for my pus– AH!”

Not letting Yeojin finish as you pulled her waist to penetrate her deep right away. Tight. Warm. Wet. Perfect. Words could not even experiencing the real thing. Its grip like it's holding on for its dear life? Priceless. That is why you can keep with Yeojin and her stubbornness, when there’s a sweet prize only you and you can claim.

Your hips knew what they suppose to do—starting from a nice, good rhythm gradually increasing tempo. Clapping sounds growing stronger each second.

“Yes- oh- oh- fuck- yes, daddy! I miss your big cock so much!” Yeojin really screams her heart out in happiness, or pleasure, or both in general. Her cute, lewd voice—the same one she uses to record their songs which her fans enjoy. Well, you couldn’t totally blame them. It’s an earcandy.

“Shit. So good- ugh!” you grunted.

Dirty, filthy sounds—moans, whimpers, two fleshes clapping against the other, and compliments of how two bodies give each other pleasure—are what filled the room basically. You and Yeojin may not admit it but you can’t get enough of each other. It’s like a need that turned into addiction. Yin-yang. Light and dark. Good and bad.

But like everything else, there’s always an end. Your phone rings, and the ringtone is specifically assigned for the group. They’re about to arrive in no time. Time to finish the business and thankfully Lady Luck is on your side.

“Yeojin, fuck, argh, I’m close!”

“Yes, Daddy! Do it inside! Breed me, fill me with your cum!”

Even without her words, you’re about to do it anyway. Spraying all your semen on the couch is not a good news for the others.

“I'm cumming!”

With your final forceful thrust, burying your cock deep inside, ropes and ropes of cum reached her womb, painting her insides. Yeojin’s still tight pussy milking you out—baby girl claiming her prize. She also came as her spasms were noticeable; her body barely keeping steady from her position. Upon slipping out your cock, you pulled her panties back immediately to avoid any droplets of cum reaching the couch.

Yeojin was exhausted real good. But she has to fix herself before the girls see her ruined and messed up.

“Get up, Yeojin. Your unnies are coming. We need to fix ourselves and everything else before they arrive.”

“Ok... yes, oppa,” she said, her voice showing signs of fatigue.

~~~

After making sure no trace was left on the crime scene, the girls arrived just on time. The assistant manager was the one who handled them for the meantime. They looked tired on the ride going home.

“Oh, manager-nim, Yeojin, you two are here already? How lucky!” one of the girls said.

“Just need to talk about something with our lovely maknae,” you replied.

“What is it?”

“Oh, nothing serious. Just a few reminders from the company.”

“I see. Well, we better go to bed it’s already getting late.”

“Right, right. Shall we, Yeojin?”

“Yes, manager-nim!” she responded with such enthusiasm, and winked at you before going to her room.

“Oh, please,” you sighed, as the exhilarating job of keeping up with them especially Yeojin, continues. Sadly.

A/N: Purely BFH and done in one sitting. Seeing Yeojin was just- hoo, nevermind. Anyway, the fic is unedited so forgive me for a few mistakes. Have work tomorrow but still finished this using the writing juices I have. Hope you enjoy! Have a good day, or night!

- Ren :)

[aliorsboxostuff]

Hi! If your requests are open I have one! Just saw ATSV yesterday and its rotting my brain agsisghagdh anyways-

An M!Spider!Reader who is one of Miguel's trusted agents with a tendency to overwork himself to make sure that his teammates are kept safe and ignoring his own health in the process. This understandably makes Miguel very concerned but this man cannot healthily express this are you kidding? What I'm saying is classic troupe of patching you up while scolding you in Spanish and then maybe they kiss a little bit and well if you want to make it a little spicy I wont stop you >:]

Thank you very much! Genuinely makes my gay little heart happy when I see writers like you who exclusively write for gn/male readers, y'all are the backbone of the x reader community fr 💜

A/N: im so sorry this took so long this was months ago but a mf forgot and wow here i am yippee!!!! As usual, if yall find any spelling mistakes pls inform me as i’m always praciticing this damn 2nd language lmao. Lets see if my writing skills is still any good LOL enjoy!! <333

Careless 

Tags: Miguel O’hara xM!Reader, Spidey!Reader, Lyla, Miles Morales, Gwen Stacy, Spider Society, No Smut, Kissing , Fluff, Reader is another spiderman, Soft!Miguel, slight OOC, patching up, healing fic, non-graphic description of wounds, mentions of blood and cuts 

Yet, with all that said, Miguel likes to remind himself that no spidey truly comes home unscathed.

Ever since the new guy joined the team, he quickly rose in the ranks and became Miguel’s right-hand man. He’d usually go on patrol, jumping from one universe to another with the man as they capture and contain anomalies like the bugs they are. Miguel puts his trust in him, well, as much trust as a man like Miguel can put in someone. But despite the short time the newbie has been in the Spider society, he has managed to capture Miguel and most of the Spider people's hearts so easily. 

He’s a comet that passes by the compound. Each time he returned from a mission, the spiders would gather around him, congratulating him on another successful mission and inviting him to drink or eat together.  A aswarm would always gather around the portal they knew he would come out from and each time, without fail, he would emerge to cheers and smiles. It wasn't like everyone else wasn't doing a good job, they were all doing what they were supposed to, but somehow the newbie was liked all around, solidifying Miguel’s slowly growing infatuation with him. 

But despite the trust and praises he gets, a spidey doesn't come home unscathed, not every time. Sometimes he’d come back from one of his solo missions with a broken rib or two, bruises in more places than necessary, a torn muscle here a twisted ankle there. He’d limp his way into the infirmary, an army of other spideys following him in worry yet he’d dismiss them easily with a simple wave and a; “It’s nothing guys, I’ll be fine,”

Miguel hates it.

Whenever the man goes on missions with the leader of the society, without fail, he will come home with nothing more than one or two bruises that would heal in a couple of hours if not minutes. Miguel would roll his shoulders back and the man would simply shake his head furiously like a dog before prancing to greet his waves of fans. Miguel didn't need to pay attention to him unless they were doing teamwork. He would run around by himself, track down the anomaly with him, and they would contain it easily and transfer it back just as easily. 

He might not look like it, but when Miguel brings a teammate with him on duo missions, he’s expected to cover their back and vice versa. Miguel will break any skull that dares to hurt his team and he hopes for the same response from his teammate. The newbie never disappoints. 

Miguel would find himself enraged, almost cornered by an anomaly, and there come’s Prince Charming with a devastating kick towards the anomaly’s side which sends it hurling into another building. Miguel appreciates their duo missions, the main reason he puts himself with the newbie. 

Not to mention, he makes a great team leader too. He’s carried out several missions with the younger ones, mainly Miles and Gwen, and despite it all, they always return successfully and with a snack in hand. When he goes on missions with Hobie, they’d somehow come back with a new intricate playlist created and when he goes on missions with Pavitr, they’d come back with pockets full of trinkets ready to give them to the other youngins. All in all, a solid team leader.

Yet, with all that said, Miguel likes to remind himself that no spidey truly comes home unscathed.

—

You were on a mission with Miles. One of your duo missions with the boy, rare considering Gwen usually tags along. But today she’s got a mission with Pavitr and Peni, which leaves you and Miles for some quality Dude Time. 

It was a sunny day in the universe Miles and you dropped in. As the two of you swing from building to building, talking about Miles’ thing with Gwen and laughing at how embarrassed he gets, continuing the topic to buying a new Lego set for Pavitr and Hobie as the two of you swung past a Lego shop, when suddenly the anomaly reveals itself.

Another variant of Doc Oct holding themselves up with their extended metal arms. You can handle a Doc Oct alone, and with Miles helping you, the mission was expected to be so easy you were already thinking about what to have for dinner. 

But things don't always go according to plan, does it?

It strikes 8 pm when Miguel gets a notif from Lyla that an arriving portal was opened into the containment site of the compound. The man clicks his tongue, dropping from his platform before making his way to the site. Every step he takes he leaves his foul mood like a repellent, making the other spidey avoid him, cutting the middle path of the other spideys like a blade. His scowl is not helping his case either way.

The last portal should've been at 6 pm.

The door slides open, and a slight hiss rings out into the room. Inside the evenly lit expanse of the room, he easily spots yours and Mile’s spider suits in between all the other anomaly's dingy outfits. Miguel takes a breath before he stalks towards the two men, their backs to him.

“Ugh, my rib is killing me,” You groan, pressing in the code to store the anomaly in its cell.

“You're telling me, this bruise is going to be a pain in the butt to heal,” Miles sighed, holding his left arm. “But if it weren't for you, man, I’d be dead meat,” 

“Oh come on Miles, none of us knew the guy would send a gas truck our way,” You scoff. The terminal beeps and the thrashing anomaly is contained. 

“The fact that it burned on its way towards us was also something we didn't expect.” Miles laughs at what you said as you find yourself cringing. You knew there were going to be burn marks on your leg.

“No, but seriously, thanks for covering me back there, I thought we’d-”

“You thought you’d what?” 

Miles practically jumps into your arms as the both of you screams. You shut your eyes and it seems like Mile’s did the same before a stern cough makes you peek through your eyelids. There, in front of you, stands a solid wall of muscle and anger. Miguel has his arms crossed, eyes so sharp it could cut a mountain in half. The slight scowl on his lips would be cute if it weren't for the pure bloodlust as he gazes down into you, making you gulp.

“Heeeeeey Miguel,” Your pathetic excuse of a smile was met with nothing but him deepening his frown. Okay alright yup.

Miles awkwardly scuffles down your arms. He coughs into his fist, pulling at the edge of his suit. “Hi there haha…”

Miguel stares. “The last arrival portal should've been at six.”

Not a sound from you or Miles. Miguel holds back a growl. 

“You two are late.”

“Right, ‘m sorry Miguel, I promise this would be the last time, it was just that- See me and Miles here; we didn't realize that this Doc Oct was gonna be slightly more insane than the others-” You ramble, Miles quickly nodding along. 

“And haha, well, one truck lead to another and next thing ya’ now, bam! We got uh… hurt,” A nervous chuckle left your lips. Miguel replies nothing.

“B-but! I covered Miles from the fire! So he only got a couple of bruises, I promise the kid is fine and it wasn't his fault either so let’s just-”

“Enough.” He barks. You practically clamped your mouth shut. 

The doors hisses open again and Gwen comes running in, worry on her face. She sighs in relief as he spots Miles hiding beside you. “Miles! Thank goodness you’re okay!” 

Miguel turns as she runs and wraps her arms around the boy. “You came back so late!”

“I’m sorry Gwen, things got a bit out of control,” Miles pats the girl back reassuringly. “I just got a bit beaten up, nothing I can't handle,” 

Gwen pulls back and grabs the boy's face before turning it left and right and up and down, her eyes scanning like a hawk. She deems it enough as she stops, hands firmly holding Miles’ arms. “You always say that,” She sighs. 

You can't help the small relieved smile on your lips as you watch the two teens catch up with each other before Miguel makes a gesture with his hand.

“Gwen, go take Morales into the infirmary.” He says as he nods to Lyla that popped up on his brace. “And make sure he doesn't get out of bed for the next two days.”

“What?! But it’s barely a scratch-” 

“Now, Morales.” The man stares them down until eventually, Miles relents with a sigh and lets the girl usher him into the Infirmary's direction, the two of them shuffling next to each other, Gwen's arm around Miles. 

You hear something along the lines of ‘detention’ from Gwen as she laughs before the door slides close, leaving you with an enraged lion in its territory. You gulp as Miguel fixes his red eyes on you.

“You. Come with me.” 

And that's how you find yourself walking down the halls of the many living quarters of the compound. You followed silently behind Miguel’s broad shoulders, in any other day you would find it hard to resist not ogling those massive arms, but tonight Miguel was practically a walking beacon of rage. The smallest misstep would make him burst and thats the last thing you want to happen. 

“Miguel, I'm sorry, okay?” You try, catching up to walk beside him. “I promise this will be the last time I’ll come back from a mission late, plus, I won't bring anyone else with me too if I ever do it again. I swear this won't hap-”

His sudden halt catches you off guard and you bump against him. You scratch the bridge of your nose with a slight frown from the impact. The dimly lit hallway made it a slight challenge to read the nameplate but you managed to make out ‘O’Hara’ and with that, your stomach drops.

“Um… Miguel, this isn't my room…” 

The door opens. The room is pitch black. 

Miguel makes his way inside. His red eye glows before he commands; “Sit.” 

Fear brought you to sit on his bed, not a crease in sight which only struck your fear deeper into you. You could hear your heartbeat, terrified for what's to come. The worst thing Miguel could do would probably chew you out in the comfort of his room, away from any possible witnesses, and then maybe take you out of commission for a while as your punishment. 

You gulp as the man sets something beside you. It was a box, hard to make out what it was but it seemed heavy. Miguel clawed and the large hand extends towards you and you screw your eyes shut, hell did you pray to any god that was willing to listen to you so please please please-

“Bring your face closer.” 

Huh?

Cautiously, you open your eyes to Miguel’s face inches away from you, a warm light bathes over his features, making the lines of worry and fear evident. “Let me see your wounds.” 

You blink, once, twice, owlishly, making the man before you sigh and cup your jaw softly. He turns your face to inspect it before he brings his other hand which wipes your fringe away from covering any other possible wounds. 

He hums. “Looks like just scratches.” 

The mystery box turns out to be a first aid kit. Miguel flicks it open and rummages around in it before he pulls a couple of bottles and bandages out. 

“Take off your suit top, we need to treat that burn before it gets worse.” He demands. You cough before awkwardly peeling off what's left of your suit before dropping it on the carpeted floor. You need to get that repaired.

You couldn't bear to meet Miguel's eyes. Not when he’s kneeled in front of you, his usually intimidating body looking small as he’s hunched over. He looks tired, his frown is a mixture of worry and annoyance, but there is something beneath it. Something you don't dare to think about but you know. You always knew. From the first day, you finally managed to see that crack in Miguel’s hardened exterior, you’ve been scared to make another move toward him. Behind this wall of a man, is a heart guarded with spikes and what he has in his eyes right now as he’s wrapping a cooling pad around your arm is something that petrifies you. 

“Next time you’ll be doing missions with me and me only. I won't be assigning you to any other spiders until you learn to take care of yourself,” He huffs, unveiling another roll of bandages.  He pulls at your shoulder which makes you turn slightly. 

"Fucking hell, ¿cómo puedes ser tan descuidado? You run around saving everyone else but who’s going to save you, huh?" He huffs, wrapping the last of the bandage slightly too tight which makes you wince. He notices but does nothing. 

Once again, he holds your chin between his fingers as your gazes suddenly meet. Miguel growls with how you won't meet his eyes, firmly pointed anywhere but into Miguel’s red eyes. He sighs before letting you go as he takes out some ointments. He puts the substance on your cheek and under your slowly blackening eye, then down your jaw where you know a pretty bad bruise taints your skin. You feel his movement slow before his hand rests on your nape, sending jolts of warmth through your body.

“Cuídate, ¿eh? Cuídate." His voice devastatingly soft. 

Confusion and a steady wave of feelings start at the bottom of your heart, which only worsens as you finally find the courage to look at Miguel. To your surprise, his eyes are wider than usual, pools of crimson oozing with care as he scans your features. His thumb rubs at the base of your skull. “I can't lose my right-hand man.” 

He sighs. “Please, necesito que estés seguro por mí,"

You inhale sharply. Without realizing it, he's practically inches away from you. Your heart races, beats out of your control when Miguel rubs your nape again. 

“Miguel…?” 

A beat passes. Silence. 

Before Miguel growls roughly and promptly stands, taking the med kit with him. He makes his way to what you assume was his wardrobe. Panic rises beside you, making you wave around your hands. “I- Um- Miguel please I didn't mean to- Oof!”

Something was thrown at you. Something soft and large and is this hit shirt and… boxers?! 

“Change your clothes. You can't sleep in those.” Miguel points out, his scowl now a pout on his lips. 

“But-”

“I'm not saying this twice.” He growls before he slides into the bathroom and leaves you in his bedroom along with the pile of his clothes in your arms. 

You slowly look down at what you're holding. Carefully, you slide off what's left of your suit and drop them in a discarded pile before pulling on Miguel's clothes. To no one's surprise, you're practically drowning in the shirt. His boxers barrel fits you and the first goes over your tighs easily. You feel smaller even for your height and stature, but it feels… safe. 

The door of the bathroom slides open to reveal Miguel standing with slightly damp hair as he's drying it off with a towel and in nothing but gray sweats. Something grows within you and it’s definitely something else besides your heart. 

“Ah, you're done,” He glances toward you before setting the towel down neatly. He saunters to the side of his large bed, pulling the covers off before sliding in. An arm keeps the cover slightly open, before he raises an obvious brow.

“Get in here and sleep,” He huffs. 

You jump and quickly slide beside Miguel, careful to keep an inch of a distance. But that was deemed unsuccessful when the man beside you pulled you to his side, and his arm wrapped protectively around your middle which made you drape your hand over his chest. Before you can squirm, he locks his chin over your head with a content sigh. 

Shit, he really is a giant lion. You sigh. 

“Sleep. You need your rest to heal.” Miguel’s voice purrs through you while you're practically glued to his side. You chuckle slightly before pressing a peck just below his jaw.

“You sleep too.” You smile. “Good night Miguel.” 

You hear Miguel hum before he presses his lips to your crown. “Good night.” 

Translations:

how can you be so careless? = cómo puedes ser tan descuidado

Take care, huh? Take care of yourself. = Cuídate, ¿eh? Cuídate.

I need you to be safe for me, = necesito que estés seguro por mí,

Reblogs are appreciated <3

[sunflowerhae]

The Flops™️

Y/n

A 22 year old professional dumb ass with a side gig in being comedic relief. Y/n is easy to understand; she loves video games, loves her cat, and loves pasta. And well..MAYBE she loves her fans too. Y/n is what you could call an “unstoppable force”. She’s going up in the online entertainment world, and has no plans on stopping soon. After having JUST passed her 4 million subscriber milestone on YouTube, y/n believes her life is just near perfect. Which is exactly why God needed to humble her, she thinks. Because WHO kicks someone out of their apartment (3 months before their lease ends, might I add) because of a “miscommunication” if not compelled to by God Himself. So, now Y/n has to move all of her things..AGAIN..to a new place…AGAIN…and pray to God (who we’ve found does NOT have a soft spot for her) that this one sticks - at least for a little bit. Everyone around y/n quickly learns that it’s not her who’s the comedic relief, but instead her life which is so ridiculous, that you can’t help but laugh.

Giselle

Giselle has two main interests. She is a fan of music, and a fan of y/n. She got the music part covered by being one of Korea’s leading superstars. AND she has the y/n part covered by being y/n’s absolute ULTIMATE best friend. When she’s not hypnotizing a whole country with her melodies, she’s dreaming of hanging out with her friends and, maybe hot Greek men. But be careful! This kitty bites, and if you poke too hard at her, you’ll understand why they say she has claws.

Winter

When winter isn’t focusing on her (some would call it) obsession with animal crossing, she’s focusing on her blossoming career in the mukbang community. If you can name it, Winter can eat it. She’s still pretty new, but she’s gaining a steady following by her charming personality and, quite frankly, insane ability to hound a plate of food faster than you can utter an insult. It of course doesn’t hurt her new following that she’s good friends with some of the most influential people of her generation, but that doesn’t mean much to her. With a laugh and bite - winter is a happy girl.

Jisung

Jisung would never call himself a streamer. Sure, he plays video games for people to watch. Sure, he gets viewer numbers up to the thousands. SURE, he makes money off it and has a weekly upload schedule. But no, Jisung would NEVER call himself a streamer. So y/n does it for him! You might think the whole “bicker like siblings” thing is an act for the camera, but that’s just the nature of these two friends. When she’s not nagging him about how much he eats and yet never goes to the gym, Jisung fills the space by laughing and bullying y/n’s gameplay choices. Some newbies are convinced they actually hate each other, but OG’s know these two love each other fiercely, the difference is they show it in their own..unique..way.

Jaemin

Ah..Jaemin. The irony of Jaemin befalls all his friends. He is, by far, the most outgoing one of the bunch. Jaemin sees a new person as a new opportunity for a friend. He laughs in the face of introverts, while also hugging them and giving them a free bag of chips. Jaemin knows just what to say, and just when to say it. And it pains them all that he’s the ONLY “normal” one of the group. Jaemin is currently studying business at SNU, hoping to one day open a cat cafe. His nonchalance towards being in the most envied and admired friend group of their country confuses Jaemins classmates. And what confuses them even more is that, when asked if he feels lucky to be friends with them, his reply is only, “those idiots? More like what crimes did I commit in my last life to be cursed to know them”. But fear not for little old Jaemin, for he is probably the sneakiest of the lot. And if you don’t know what I mean, I’m sorry, but it’s already too late for you.

Jeno

Jeno is a model. It’s really that simple. Jeno is a model - and also so much more. He’s Jaemins best friend, he’s winters boyfriend, he’s the “glue” of the group (as y/n would put it), and he’s just genuinely a nice person. If you have an issue with anything - he’s there. A leak in your roof? Call Jeno. You’re missing a final ingredient for a recipe you’ve been dying to try? Jeno will find it, or die trying! Need a shoulder to cry on after a nasty breakup? Jeno is at yours with a tissue one minute, and an undisclosed location with a gun and some rope in the next. He’s the fiercest and loyalist friend you’ll ever have; who just so happens to be a model.

GG! (Good Game!) 👾

Notes: does anybody actually read my character descriptions bc I actually think I popped off w these ngl. Also not them being a hype house lowkey (without the house part)

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[girl4music]

So I’ve just watched ‘Vengeance’ for the second time via VPN because apparently that’s legal and counts to the views. I watched it on my big screen 55” TV so I didn’t miss a single detail and was fully focused on what happened. And yeah, now I can see why so many people have issues with it. However, I will reiterate what I said before. This is a standalone 90-minute special. You only have so much time to do so much and the stakes still need to be big and high anyway.

The difficult choices they made were necessary difficult choices because they had to prove to Tubi that it was worth doing and supporting WEARP - and worth it to continue doing and supporting WEARP.

At the same time Emily Andras wanted to make sure the Earp veteran fans would have all the humour and nostalgia packed into it. The problem with that is because of the timeframe restrictions, all that stuff would have to be put in moments where it shouldn’t be and there still needed to be a decent amount of exposition for the newbie watchers so they can get clued in on the background and lore of WEARP.

Guaranteed a lot of the details veterans fans expected to see and be explored in the special was actually in the original script but just had to be cut out or cut down. Details like why it was never made clear that Mercedes was a vampire, why Rachel wasn’t there or even mentioned, why 15 year old Wynonna knew stuff that she really shouldn’t have known then and it was proven in the TV show that she didn’t know that stuff.

All of this either had to be cut out/down or ignored because they had to keep it as simple to follow as possible for new watchers as well as keep the veteran fans from getting bored with exposition on the lore that they already knew. It’s one hell of a balancing act that they had to do with this special. And I still really like it regardless of the obvious flaws that I can see.

When you see it from Tubi’s perspective, you understand why things are the way they are in the special. Emily Andras really couldn’t do any other.

I’m just happy I can actually get to support it too now I know using a VPN to watch it isn’t going to hurt them.

[racinginchid3nt]

I’d Probably Still Adore You | Part One

Y/N x Lance Stroll, Y/N Best Friend x Pierre Gasly

In which a night at the club and a game of never have I ever turns into something new

Inspired by 505 - Arctic Monkeys

Warnings: none yet. so far it’s just build up

One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six

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While you weren’t a newbie to watching the races, you’d never done so in person. Work kept you busy and the idea of wasting precious vacation days on a flight to sit in the rain instead of on your couch wasn’t your idea of enjoyment.

Your friend had been dating Pierre for a few months now. Having spent the past week fighting, she forced you to take a weekend off and fly to Belgium with her for the race at Spa. He had surprised her with an extra plane ticket and paddock pass as an apology.

As you had packed the night before, Y/N Best Friend had appeared at your doorstep, arms full of garment bags. As soon as she saw the comfortable, weather appropriate outfits you’d selected, she started ripping through your suitcase and adding in her own picks.

“We’re going to be in the paddock, not the grandstands. We have to look the part Y/N” She’d said.

“Besides, there’s plenty of eye candy and you’re single. Might as well make the trip worthwhile. You know our shared hotel room will basically be yours the entire trip.”

“Honestly Y/N Best Friend, I’m not sure that’s the best idea. I’ve heard enough horror stories about most of the guys to make it clear that I should steer clear.”

“You don’t have to marry him Y/N! I just think it would be more fun if you joined me on these trips more. A girl can dream. Besides, it doesn’t have to be a driver. Some of the mechanics are definitely worth a second look.”

“Screw it. Pack what you want but don’t take anything I packed out” You admitted with defeat. Maybe she had a point. A little harmless flirting never hurt anyone, and how much damage could one weekend do.

The journey to the airport in the hired car was relaxing. And when you boarded into first class and champagne was waiting at your seats, it was a welcome surprise.

The flight from Barcelona has lasted only a few hours and before you knew it you were gathering your purse and carry on to disembark. It was only Wednesday so you were able to relax as you got to the hotel. The suite was beautiful and Pierre had sent flowers to greet his girlfriend. As you unpacked, the two of you began to plan the weekend’s festivities.

Thursday would be filled with media day around the paddock, followed by Friday free practice and qualifying, then Saturday sprint. The race on Sunday would wrap everything up.

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Thursday

Media day started early. The time adjustment was rough but the calm arrival day helped. You were going with Y/N Best Friend and Pierre to the track. He had interviews and Alpine press responsibilities. The two of you would spend the day in hospitality.

Your paddock pass hung around your neck. A tag on a lanyard with your name and face. The drive in was crazy, with fans already lining up to see the drivers. Your best friend waved you ahead so she could help fans get their autographs and you entered security alone.

Seeing the track in person felt surreal. Larger than life, it started to set in that you were actually standing at Spa. You knew the Alpine hospitality would be further down the track. As you started your walk you were amazed by how many journalists were in attendance. As someone with a large camera and a boom mic began filming you, you were thankful you’d taken your friends advice and dressed the part. A simple dress and nice sneakers kept you both presentable and comfortable. You smiled at the camera crew, spotting the netflix logo on their badges, knowing as soon as they discovered your lack of celebrity they’d cut your clips from the show.

You arrived at hospitality, showing your pass at the doors, before sitting down in a small seating area to kill time until Pierre’s media interviews. As the time began to tick closer and closer to round one interview starts, you became nervous that you still hadn’t see Y/N best friend or Pierre.

You tossed your trash and began the walk to the tent. Glancing at your phone trying to decipher what Y/N Best Friend meant by her directions, you decided to head towards the back of hospitality. As you reached the end however, you couldn’t find anything that looked like a media tent. The interviews would be packed and there was no way the space could be small.

You began looking around trying to find someone who could point you in the right direction. The first person you spotted breezed past you, not even acknowledging your question. The second was speaking in what sounded like Italian and had looked at you in confusing, not understanding you. Resigned to wander on your own you picked up your pace and began jogging around the area, peaking your head around corners to see if media was set off to the side.

As you turned sharply after another dead end, you felt yourself bump into someone. Looking up you saw a head of brown hair reaching down to collect their empty cup. Apologizing profusely you reached into your bag to pull out tissues. It wasn’t until you began trying to pat dry the wet spot on the man’s shirt that he actually said anything.

“Fuck sorry. I’m in a rush I didn’t mean to bump you. Are you okay?” He said. The voice sounded familiar but your embarrassment kept your eyes down while you tried to clean the mess.

“Yeah. It was my fault. I’m so sorry about the spill. I’m in a rush too. Could you point me in the direction of the media tent? I’m supposed to be watching the interviews.”

“That’s where I’m going. Just follow me. They won’t let you in if you’re late.”

You looked up for the first time at the Aston Martin driver, realizing why the voice was so familiar.

“Yeah that’s what I was told. Lead the way!”

You followed behind the driver for a few minutes. Flashing your pass to security to enter into the back with just minutes to spare.

He continued on, making his way up to the stage. As he took his seat he began scanning the crowd, trying to determine which media was where and looking for his PR agent. As his gaze made it over to the visitor section he saw you seated with a few of the other girlfriends.

“What kind of guy ditches his girlfriend and doesn’t even tell her how to get to the media tent” he thought. He began eyeing the drivers near him, trying to remember who was and wasn’t single, but his train of thought was cut off as the host started the round.

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A/N: This is my first time doing any kind of fanfic in awhile. So hopefully they improve as they go on. Parts will hopefully be posted 5-6 times a week but we’ll see how it goes. The next post is already done and will be up soon. Im not sure what the final length on this will be but I have a pretty good guideline of the story planned out. There’s not nearly enough lance content IMO so someone has to contribute. There will also be a longer spin off of the Pierre and Best Friend storyline to come

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[mapileonxputellas]

Newbie (Leila Ouahabi x Reader)

Sorry my writing will definitely be less frequent over the next few weeks! A little fic/ficlet for you all. Please send requests for any players (I also have a love for whole team fics) Request can be found here. 1.5k words.

You hated missing any international break, especially for something minor. In the final game before you were due to join the team for the November you managed to slightly strain your thigh, nothing serious but enough to force you to pull out of the upcoming matches.

Having just moved to Barcelona in the summer this was the first real break you were having since the week off you had between winning the Euro’s and moving to Spain. You were going to just rest up in your apartment when Patri and Claudia basically forced you to join them for a long weekend away with their extended group of friends, including most of the Spanish girls currently excluded from the national team.

All of that led you to sunbathing in the incredible villa they had rented out, not a care in the world with a vodka in one hand and your book in the other.

Just as you were dozing off there was a shout from the villa door. “Who’s ready to party?” You were of course aware of the party animal that was Leile Ouahabi having made the reverse move from her this summer.

Your eyes never once left the bronzed beauty in just her bikini as she went round saying hello to everyone.

“Hola, I’m Y/N.” You stood up when she got to you, placing a kiss on both of her cheeks. “You look great.”

“Lets not pretend I don’t know who you are, they practically worship you back in Manchester. I’m Leila.”

“Well Leila I can’t wait to show you my other skills.”

“Like what?”

You leaned in so only she could hear you, but that meant pressing your bodies together. You could almost sense her raised heartbeat as your bare skin touched one another’s, her breath fanning against your cheek. “Cocktail making, I make a great Sex On The Beach.”

“Maybe I should try it.”

“Maybe you should.”

You didn’t know what had come over you. It was always your one rule in football: don’t act on any feelings whether they’re your teammate or not. You’d seen the way failed relationships (and even just one-night lusts) had ruined friendships before and you never wanted to be the cause of that.

Having said that it didn’t stop you teasing Leila throughout the afternoon. Always choosing her as your partner in any ball games, stealing looks at her when you thought she wasn’t looking and it didn’t stop you bringing her in for an extra-long hug to celebrate winning the game when a simple handshake would have been enough.

“So how are you finding Barcelona?” Leile asked as you sunbathed together once everyone had settled down.

“I love the city, the people and lovely and the weather is much better than in England.”

“Tell me about it, I’ve just come from 5 days of rain. How is your Spanish?”

“Probably worse than your English.”

“Patri mentioned you’d just got a new tattoo.”

“You talking about me?”

The nervous look on her face just made your smirk even more, they’d definitely mentioned you were coming to her. “I was just telling her I wanted another tattoo and-“

“Do you want to see them?”

“If you want to.” Which obviously meant yes. You didn’t mind though, you loved showing off each and every one of the tattoos that were spread over your body. From the rose behind your ear to the football on your ankle.

  “You have to be lucky to see the last one.”

“Why? Where is it?”

“That’s for me to know and you to maybe find out.”

….

The group had decided to go for a meal and then clubbing on the first night, of course meaning there were varying times to get ready. You were noticeably one of the last to get ready along with Claudia, the two of you one of the last to go in to get ready.

That however left Leila free to question your teammates.

“Is she like that with everyone?” Leila questioned Mapi as the two waited for the rest of the group. “She’s very… forward?”

“She’s confident with everyone but not like she was with you. She was definitely flirting.”

“She wasn’t.”

“Fine then, Pat.” Mapi shouted over her fellow Barcelona teammate and one of your best friends at the club. “Tell her how obvious it was that Y/N was flirting.”

“She was definitely into you.”

“She’s hot.” Leila couldn’t help but admit the obvious. “Like stunning. She’s not like with anybody is she?”

“Not that I know of.” Patri answered. “She’s professional though, when she’s at training or before games she’s always really serious. It was only really on the first night out that she really opened up and became out friends.”

“So she never talks about a girlfriend or boyfriend?”

“She never really talks about anyone. No-one’s ever been with her family when she’s brought them to games.”

“Have fun. It’s only one weekend.” Mapi said. “If you don’t work then you never have to see each other again and if you do like her then see how it goes.”

“We’re not all like you Mapi, we don’t fall in love after one day.”

“Maybe, maybe not though.”

Their conversation was halted by the sound of heels clicking down the stairs, yourself and Claudia coming into view. You loved the footballing lifestyle but you also loved getting glam and that meant you’d taken this opportunity to put on your best dress. A wispy pink mini dress which just grazed the top of your thigh.

“Hola.” You greeted the group, quickly swiping Leila’s drink out of her hand and taking a sip from the straw. Your eyes never leaving her own as your lips were placed where her’s once was. “Thanks babe.”

“No-no worries.”

…..

Of course at the restaurant you chose the seat next to Leila, the two of you immediately engaging in conversation almost forgetting about the rest of your table.

“Did you move to Barcelona on your own?” Leila questioned you as you shared the sushi platter between you both.

“I did, of course having Keira and Lucy there helped but yeah just me.”

“I bet you have loads of visitors though.”

“I mean my parents and sisters have come out but no-one else.” Even though you’ve only just met her, you already felt comfortable in her presence, your arm coming to rest over the top of her chair as your fingertips glided over her shoulder.

“Do you miss home then, leaving everyone behind?”

You weren’t stupid, you could tell where she was going with this but you were going to make her work for it. “FaceTime is a great thing.”

“For everything?”

“Great for talking, I don’t know what you’re doing on FaceTime Leila but I don’t need to do anything else.”

“Maybe I can persuade you to do something else.” The Manchester City defender took your initiative, her hand sliding over to rest on your bare thigh. “You look incredible tonight by the way.”

“So do you.” You weren’t exactly lying, the crop top and shorts combo suited her. “There’s no-one else by the way. No girl, or guy, at home or in Barcelona.”

“That’s good.”

“Who for?”

“Me.”

As the night continued on the two of you seemed to be joined at the hip. Whether that was sat together in your table at the club to dancing together. If you were there you could guarantee Leila was less than a foot away. Your hand was a permanent fixture on her hip, her arm looping round your neck as you danced together.

Every inhibition you had couldn’t be further from you right now. Happily moving your body close to her own. Not a care in the world who was watching or where you were.

“Come with me.” You were surprised when she made the first, or final, move. Simply giving you that instruction and guiding you to the bathroom in the corner of the club, her hand clasped in your own as you made your way through the crowds.

“Where are you two going?” Mapi questioned as you moved past her.

“Nowhere.” You mumbled as Leila ignored the question, a speed to her step as she stopped for no-one. Her only goal to get you two alone.

You’d barely closed the door before her lips were on your own, cornering you against the counter as her lips assaulted your own. It was like she’d known you forever, her body insanely aware of your own needs as the two of you kissed. You’d never had a first kiss like this, a representation of your continuous flirting and connection throughout the night.

“How about I take you up on that cocktail offer? I hear you like a bit of Sex on the Beach,”

“Maybe then I’ll show you my final tattoo.”

[verdantcrimson]

Gourmand Fragrance / Wagashi Revolution - 6

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[A few days later, on the day of the show filming.]

Keito: …Hm? Anzu, did you come here to watch the shoot?

Keito: You have my gratitude. Today’s shooting was only possible thanks to you, Anzu. Thank you.

Keito: You say that you’re ‘looking forward to receiving something in return’? Naturally, I’ll return the favor somehow.

Keito: Well, it’s nearly time for filming to begin. For now, I’ll express my gratitude by making the best Valentine’s day wagashi possible.

Keito: Yes, do look forward to it.

Rei: “Greetings, everyone~♪, ‘Gourmand Fragrance’, the cooking program that shows you simple sweets that you can make and enjoy at home, starts now~.”

Rei: “Since this episode is a Valentine’s day special, the four of us plan to make adorable Valentine’s chocolates.”

Nazuna: “The simple sweet that we’re going to show you how to make this time is a kind of wagashi called nerikiri!”

Nazuna: “Wagashi and Valentine’s day are a strange combo, don’tcha think?”

Keito: “However, wagashi are still a kind of sweet at the end of the day, and nerikiri is quite aesthetically pleasing.”

Keito: “You can even make heart-shaped nerikiri. It’s a cute wagashi that’s perfect for Valentine’s day.”

Kuro: “Some people say it’s hard to make, but it’s surprisin’ly easy.”

Kuro: “Hasumi danna over here ain’t used to makin’ sweets, but he still managed to whip up a delicious batch. ♪”

Nazuna: “Well, experience is the best teacher, so let’s get cooking!”

Rei: “First, put the glutinous rice powder in a heat-resistant bowl and add water.”

Rei: “We’ll leave that step to Hasumi-kun, our beginner cook, just to show you that newbies can make this dish too. ♪”

Keito: “Yes. Firstly, we’ll measure out our rice flour and water.”

Rei: “Be sure to follow the recipe properly. Or else, you may end up with dough so hard that it’ll break your teeth.”

Keito: “Don’t make fun of me all the time, you’re incorrigible. However, like you said, we do have to be cautious about the measurements.”

Keito: “Thirty grams of rice flour… Phew, alright. Water is… Sixty grams.”

Keito: “Mm? There’s not enough water. Just a bit more…”

Keito: “Ugh, there are twice as many grams this time. Incorrigible…”

Rei: (He’s pouring water in and out repetitively. It’d be easier if he made adjustments using a smaller cup...)

Rei: (Hasumi-kun is struggling quite a bit to make these sweets. It’s a far cry from his usual self.)

Rei: (His fans will surely be happy to see this new side of him. ♪)

Keito: “... Alright, I’ve set aside sixty grams. Let’s move on to the next step.”

Keito: “Add half of the water to the rice flour… Ah, I see. So do I have to divide the water in half?”

Keito: “I should’ve measured out the halves separately in the first place… The method I used was just bad!”

Rei: “Now now, calm yourself, Hasumi-kun. A slight error is no cause for concern. There should be no issue if you just eyeball the measurements.”

Keito: “Personally, I’m not a fan of the ambiguity of measuring by eye… Is this around the right amount?”

Keito: “No, I think I poured too much in. There’s only ten grams of water left!”

Keito: “Guh, I knew I should’ve measured it out properly...”

Rei: “Oh dear, this battle might drag out for longer than expected…”

[After that incident, the cooking progressed smoothly…]

Nazuna: “♪~♪~♪ Alright! We’re done making the nerikiri paste!”

Nazuna: “Look, Kuro-chin! I dusted a bit of cocoa powder to make it brown! It’s cute, right?”

Kuro: “Yup. The chocolate color is perfect for Valentine's day.”

Nazuna: “Right~? But now comes the most important part of nerikiri making.”

Nazuna: “Wagashi are all about appearances! What kind of shape should I give them to make them look fitting for Valentine’s day?”

Nazuna: “There’s white paste and brown paste… I’ve got it!”

Nazuna: “Shape it into a ball, add some ears, and then use a chocolate pen…”

Nazuna: “And I’m done! Have a look, Kuro-chin, It turned out so cute!”

Kuro: “A white and chocolate-colored rabbit, huh? It’s exactly the sort of wagashi you’d make, Nito. ♪”

Kuro: “Oh, and if ya look closer, it’s got a heart-shaped tail. Ya did great with the details.”

Nazuna: “Eheheh, right~! That’s a discreet little detail I added. If it was just a rabbit, it wouldn’t be Valentine’s themed after all. ♪”

Nazuna: “What about you, Kuro-chin?”

Kuro: “Me? Well, I kinda made ‘em without worryin’ too much about Valentine’s, but I settled on makin’ a couple of flowers for now.”

Nazuna: “No, wait, aren’t you a little too good at this, Kuro-chin!? These white and brown roses are practically blooming!”

Kuro: “Haha, the stick used for craftin’ was kinda like a sewin’ needle once I got used to it. It felt a bit like makin’ clothes and ended up bein’ surprisingly fun.”

Kuro: “But, I still gotta figure out a way to add a Valentine’s touch to it like you did, Nito.”

Kuro: “Got it. I’ll try makin’ the next one with heart-shaped petals. ♪”

Nazuna: “Ooh~ Kuro-chin, you’re amazing! I won’t be outdone by you though!”

Nazuna: “I’ve still got a lot of leftover ingredients to work with, and I’ll come up with a whole bunch of ideas for Valentine’s nerikiri. ♪”

Rei: (Hm… Seems like Kiryu-kun and Nito-kun’s wagashi-making is going smoothly.)

Rei: (And I was wondering about what would happen to Hasumi-kun at first too, but—)

Keito: “...Yes. Look, Sakuma. I was able to shape it into a cute heart.”

Keito: “I can make nerikiri that suits Valentine’s day too. ♪”

Rei: “Kuku, indeed. It’s a wonderful wagashi that wouldn’t be shameful to serve up in the slightest.”

Rei: “I won’t be beaten by everyone else either. I shall make wagashi worthy of being the star of Valentine’s day as well. ♪”

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[accio-victuuri]

It’s time for some Christmas Eve / Christmas CPN to keep you company 🎄

first of all, Merry Christmas! I hope that you spend this day with people you love. may it be a cozy day filled with good food and gifts.

everything below is fake. for turtles only.

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let’s start with another cute story - drawing from Chengyi. This time with Bobo attempting to make bread/pastry for ZZ cause he knows he likes it. At this point, i’m just treating all the succeeding stuff she posts as fake stories. tho there is really something about a real-life person who they know, spent some time with them and saw them interact, turning into a full fledged turtle. lol. either on screen or real life, there is a factor that will make certain people believe in szd. What fans love about this comic is Bobo’s attempt in making ZZ happy by making what he likes — he is also wearing an apple watch, which we’ve been clowning about recently.

this reminds alot of us about GG’s 2020 birthday cake and who made it. There were lots of speculation at that time and one of them was Bobo made the cake. I mean, Bobo is someone who can do anything if he sets his mind to it, tho he may be a disaster in the kitchen— he can always practice. or maybe he had a bit of help. People are pointing out that in the photos, the cake looks smooth and perfect. but in the video, you can see in an angle that it wasn’t. there is a part with no icing and looks uneven. I know someone took some icing and smeared it on his cheek but that was only a little. So was he hiding the imperfection? trying to only show the perfect look of the cake his baobao made him? 🥺🥺🥺

When this CPN was talked about years ago, I was really skeptical because not everything is about their relationship. I mean, are we reaching too much? We are even connecting the cake to Yibo? But one thing I noticed about that cake is how simple it is. White. No decoration. Then I’m comparing it to the kind of cakes and cupcakes XZ and his team give out to staff/crew, it’s totally different. He prefers giving ones that look really pretty. So if this 2020 birthday cake was store bought or custom — why is it so plain? Unless someone handmade it. Someone who is a newbie in baking. 🤡

Example below are the cakes given by ZZ’s team to the ADLAD crew.

talking about these cakes, there was a card given alongside it ( see p1 ) with the message wishing a happy/merry christmas eve. The handwriting ( and message ) tho is similar to what was shared before by LRLG, a handwritten letter. Coincidence? lol. This is why we love LRLG so much!

Next is a submission in the ZSWW fake rumor house. I wanna mention it because of how cute it portrayed Bobo. 🥺🥺 I cannot post the whole translation here cause i’m not allowed, so I’ll share a few lines only.

• It said Bobo can be heard on the phone saying “I think you didn’t” and also “do you miss me?” / “do you miss me today?” / “thinking of you”

Then ZZ teases him, acting like he doesn’t miss him, and Bobo was like— “I’m the only one that miss you, you don’t miss me.”

This is so Yibo. He will only act spoiled and childish towards his ZZ, wanting his attention. It must be so delightful for ZZ to tease Yibo! Hearing that soft yibo voice ahhhhhh! We could never!!!! I’m so happy that they are in the same city now, and hopefully till the end of year or beyond. They deserve time to be together. Even if they have work commitments, at the end of the day, they can still go home to each other.

• Someone is already "quietly" preparing 🎄🎁what about you?

hmmmmmm. i doubt they will show off what each other gave, but who knows?

• OP mentioned the line : "Don't give up what you love because you're afraid" and this made me so soft. Not only does it talk about their relationship but their careers as well. yibo’s love for dancing. zz’s love for singing. both their passion for acting. They are two people who continue to pursue their love no matter what other people think. They are so inspiring. 🤍

Lastly, this unofficial bts video shared today. Nothing really incriminating. Just an example of how much they share and notice about what each other is doing. They don’t sound like two colleagues who just tolerate one another.

ZZ: Why did you just say you would go back to the hotel?

WYB: I just got back to the hotel and stayed there for an hour

ZZ: wearing makeup and wearing clothes

WYB: It’s hard. When did you switch over?

ZZ: I didn’t check the time, I just arrived 10 minutes earlier than you.

I swear. They know what the other person is doing or their schedule. It’s like they look forward to being together or whatever time they have sharing the screen. 🤍

-END.

[hopecomesbacktolife]

top 5 star trek episodes you’d recommend to a newbie

ahh I love this ask, thank you so much for sending it to me!!! I love Star Trek so much and I love to talk about it and share it with other people too 😊🫶🏻

tbh it was pretty hard for me to pick only five episodes haha, because I truly do love so many of them!! but, for example, some episodes I love for a specific reason; maybe they’re really gay/queer, or full of just absolute silliness, or have really good arcs focused on a specific topic or theme (war, aging, identity, religion, gender, home, race, politics, honor, etc) or I connect with them because I can relate based on experiences in my life; and some of them are incredible episodes but need a lot of background or buildup for the episode itself to pay off, so— not including any like that helped me to narrow it down quite a bit ☺️

I do also want to mention that I’ve only seen the older Star Treks; almost anything made past 2000/‘01 is still in the category of stuff I have yet to watch, so I’m only basing my recommendations on the ones I’ve seen!

that said, here’s five episodes that I would say are incredible, wonderful, amazing episodes, that give a good idea of what Star Trek is like as a whole, are watchable with little to no prior knowledge of the franchise, and show what this beautiful franchise is capable of 💗 the blurbs won’t have specific spoilers but general episode themes/motifs are mentioned as to some of the reasons I love these ones! I’ve listed them ranging from oldest to newest:

TOS season 1 episode 14: The Devil In The Dark

This one is an incredible episode about fearing the unknown, the hurt that can cause, the life-saving importance of showing empathy to that which is not understood, the importance of not reacting out of fear but out of compassion, and it’s got several really good moments for the core cast. It also gives a sense aesthetically of what TOS is like along with character dispositions, and is just all around a great episode! Beautiful classic lovely 60s campiness and philosophy and heartwarming hope 🫶🏻

TNG season 2 episode 9: The Measure Of A Man

This is probably one of the most famous episodes of Star Trek, and while that doesn’t always mean it’s a great (or, let’s be honest, even a passably good) episode… in this case, it truly is! The episode revolves around what constitutes humanity, what constitutes consciousness, and whether one being has the right to proclaim that status, or the lack thereof, upon another being. fans of The Hunchback of Notre Dame will love this episode (it’s me I’m fans!) because it deals with a lot of the same motifs. also standing up to a govt. system when that system is causing harm. also telling bigots to shove it in the name of compassion and human(etc) rights. 10/10 of an episode, with the cherry on top of lots of incredible, impassioned Patrick Stewart speeches. *chefs kiss* what a good episode and intro to TNG!

DS9 season 1 episode 19: Duet

Ough, this episode. Perhaps one of the most relevant-to-today episodes from the 1990s, not just in trek but across any media. Themes of war, what it means to be an oppressor, what it means to be a bystander, what it means to be stuck in a system you feel like you have no choice but to comply with, the immeasurable guilt following an absence of protesting to horrible things, anger and rage and grief and sadness and harshness and tenderness and. I just.

I’m biased toward this episode because one of my favorite characters of all time is one of the main focuses in this one, but it’s truly just so good. It’s one of those episodes without a happy ending, without a “neat” or simple answer to the question it posits; it asks it of the audience, then shows you various potential arguments around the topic, but the issue itself is so vast that rather than trying to answer it it leaves the question open, and imho is all the more poignant for doing so. it’s about how violence harms and harms and harms and reacting with anger, and reacting with compassion, and both, and neither, and more, and autonomy, and accountability, and just. it’s really, really good.

Voyager season 5 episode 2, Drone

this is another one that just tugs on my heart every time, and I’m left weeping by the end of every single rewatch. Voyager is particularly incredible at examining over and over again throughout its’ seasons: what does it mean to be human? To have autonomy? To be recognized as an equal? To have rights? What happens when you make choices others don’t agree with? Will they respect it? Do they respect you?

This episode deals with a lot of those themes, but by using a character who, over the course of the show, repeatedly grapples with her own complicated self-image and continually fluctuating view of her own humanity (or lack of) and then bringing in a character who is half mirror of this half everything just beyond her reach, and their learning from each other, it’s… it’s truly one of the best episodes in the series, I think. It’s beautiful and emotive and endearing and heartfelt and happy and oh-so-sad and just. it’s so good.

(if parts of this episode are vaguely confusing— why does that lady have that on her face?— a very, very preliminary skim of the Wikipedia article on the Borg should provide some context, but almost none is necessary for the purposes of watching this episode, I don’t think! Just wanted to throw that in there in case it was needed ☺️)

Voyager season 6 episode 12: Blink Of An Eye

I realized that a lot of the episodes I listed here tend towards the more heavy-emotional side, and I wanted to be sure I included an episode with a much more hopeful, optimistic, (as Tolkien would say) love-mingled-with-grief kind of happiness about it, and one that’s really focused on a scientific marvel and filled with wonder and is at once vast and yet deeply personal and evocative; this episode fits that perfectly! I truly adore this episode for so many reasons; it’s a beautifully lovely premise, it’s done incredibly well, it toes the line between melancholic-yet-hopeful and straight-up sad with great skill, it’s got so many fun science ideas in it, it’s an homage to scientists and sci-fi and hope and dreaming and faith and fact and love and family and friendship and love and loss and, I just. I really love this one. It’s one of the most comforting episodes of Star Trek to me, it’s like a hug in episode form. I truly love it, I love how the characters get to act in it, I love the themes and motifs it plays with and how it does so, it’s a beautifully shot episode, and it makes me feel so many emotions. It’s so good, *chefs kiss* 10/10 🫶🏻

There’s many more that are incredible, fantastic episodes, but these five include some of my favorites that are also watchable without really any prior trek knowledge, and to me are some of the best of trek as well 🖖🏻💗 I truly hope you enjoy them, and if you ever feel like chatting about them or Star Trek in general, my ask box and messages are always open!! I hope you have so much fun watching 😊

oh ps. tos = the original series (1960s), tng = the next generation (late 80s- early 90s), ds9 = deep space nine (90s) and voyager is also from the 90s! and this 🖖🏻 is the Vulcan salute, it’s like a sign of respect and friendliness when shown ☺️

[imagionationstation]

It is time.

WE DOING THE TMNT ASK GAME AGAIN!

I’ve decided I’m going to schedule one for every time I reach a certain number in followers so I can open my options to invite more amazing turtle fans to join in! 💞

We technically reached that number a while ago, but I was busy and I want this to be a fun experience, so I waited. Sue me.

Special thanks to everyone who played last time! I’ll be keeping a wary eye on past winners, but I’m sure ya’ll won’t get so lucky a second time around 😏

And for all the newbies: This is a mainly 2012 site, so I assume most of you are here for that kind of content. And by that same logic, I assume you watch the show/have pics from it.

My challenge to all of you is built off pure, unfiltered arrogance.

You send in photos including at least one turtle to me through asks and I tell you what episode that scene is from! I get all the time in the world to use my memory and turtle knowledge to give an answer.

If you make one difficult in the sense that you zoomed into a turtle hand and everything is blurry and I get no background context to help me piece it together- I get to deny that ask.

Zoom in if you want, just make sure it’s fair, k?

Also, I wanted to try something for this round. A field test, per say.

Whoever stumps me with a picture, gets A) a point to add to the end count which will determine my absolute, undeniable turtle genius/my level of overconfidence that was my undoing and B) an ImagionationStation Drabblish.

This Drabblish is by prompt and character requests in asks after I announce winners at the end. Not that many of you may take me up on it, but for those who are considering…

A Drabble is often something that ranges at around or exactly 100 words, I believe. A Drabblish is just a quick clip I scribble out with 500-1000 or so words that I wouldn’t constitute as a OneShot or chapter. Mainly because of missing pieces to storyline or a simple want to not provide context or maybe I just don’t feel it deserves the title OneShot.

I mainly write for 2012/RISE and everything centers around Donnie in some way. Donnie&Leo hurt/comfort is my strong suit in both universes. (Or so I’ve heard.) Heck, any kind of hurt/comfort is my strong suit. Or just plain injury and horror. Depends, really.

You can request whatever prompt your heart desires- but I do have every right to deny it if I am not comfortable.

Something with Mikey abuse from brothers? Heck, no!

Romance? Uhhhh, depends on the couple, I guess…?

One of my AUs? Give me some context first, but it’s a possibility!

All that to say- TMNT PHOTO ASK BEGINS NOW!

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

A reblog of Teach a Girl to Kiss

I'm reblogging this story here, because for some reason, Tumblr has greyed out the text, and it won't let me change it. Most people can kinda squint and read it okay, and I appreciate everyone straining their eyes to read it! Stupid Dumblr!

But as the very sweet, @auntiejanetheoldsoul pointed out, the text to voice app, can't read the greyed out words, so anyone with eyesight impairment can't access it.

So frustrating!

Anyway, here's the story in full - hopefully NOT greyed out! 🤞🤞

I won't tag anyone other than Auntie Jane since you've all been tagged in this one already. ❤️

I looked at Dean Winchester, my heart breaking. It had been too much. Too many lost friends, too many monsters, too much pain. I loved Dean with everything inside me, and I just needed him to make all the dark things disappear.

I walked closer to him, and saw his jaw clench. He had so many rules, so many walls that he put up between us, desperate to keep me out of his heart. But I needed him so badly.

I reached out and touched my fingertips to his soft, full lips.  My voice was soft and pleading when I spoke. “Please, Dean. I need you.”

He looked at me with quiet desperation before I could see in his eyes that he was caving, giving in. He clutched my upper arms, dragging me against him and…I…pulled away.

“Shit! I’m sorry!” I called out, embarrassed as the scene dissolved around us and I could almost hear the crew groan. 

This was our fifth try at this very simple scene. It was barely a page of script and I couldn’t get through it.

“Cut! Okay, cut.” I heard Phil call out as I pulled completely away from Dean, well Jensen, in utter embarrassment. “Don’t print that.” He said under his breath to the first AD, Kevin.

I wanted to fall into a hole! 

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Of course they weren’t going to print that! It was supposed to be Kelsey’s first kiss with Dean; it was supposed to be full of long-repressed passion, the result of amazing chemistry and months worth of 'will they/won’t they' back and forths between the characters. 

And I had completely fucked it up several times now, by freezing and then actively pulling away from Jensen when he’d followed the script and pulled me to him to kiss me. Kelsey was supposed to throw her arms around Dean’s neck and kiss him back ardently; “hot and fevered” were the words in the script. It was supposed to be Dean with the reservations about the kiss, not Kelsey. 

To be fair, KELSEY had no reservations - it was me, Y/N who had all the reservations. Just…shit!

Phil came up to me with a kind smile. “Hey, Y/N. How ya doin’?”

I shook my head. “I’m so sorry. I’m good. We can just run it again.”

Phil held up a hand. “Hey look, no one expects anything out of you that you’re not comfortable with -”

I cut him off, shaking my head again.  “No, no, really, I’m perfectly comfortable!” The tension rolling off of me said otherwise and Phil looked stumped as to how to proceed. Obviously he needed to get the scene, but he also obviously had no intention of pushing me into a kissing scene I wasn’t okay with.

Jensen saved us both, coming up behind me and squeezing my shoulders. “Hey Phil, could you give us a bit of time, like an hour? Could we call an early lunch?”

Phil nodded, looking relieved that someone he trusted was taking over the problem. “Absolutely. Okay everyone, that's lunch! Back in an hour!” The crew dispersed, slowly but surely wandering away from the set. 

Jensen grabbed my hand and threw me a soft smile. “Come on, let’s go to my trailer for lunch.”

I nodded and followed behind him easily. I had no idea what I was going to do. This job was everything to me, I loved being on set, absolutely loved the crew and all the rest of the cast. 

I’d come on the show as a guest star for only a couple episodes, but as often happened on the show, Kelsey’s character, a badass newbie hunter, had caught on with the fans, and they’d championed the character into a bigger role on the show. 

Jensen and I seemed to have chemistry immediately, at least that’s what everyone said. To be honest, though, I’m pretty sure it was all Jensen; the man would have chemistry with a wet dish rag. 

But the characters had chemistry too, and very quickly the writers picked up on it and started to write to it, coming up with situations to build the tension and the relationship between them. 

Kelsey was quite a bit younger than Dean; she was a little younger than me too, actually. Kelsey was twenty-two (sixteen years younger than Dean) I was twenty-four (fourteen years younger than Jensen). The age gap was a major reason why Dean had wanted to keep his distance from Kelsey, believing she was way too young for him. But also, being typical Dean, he felt he was too dark and too broken for her too. Kelsey saw Dean as a mentor, but more than anything else she saw him as the man she loved. She had no qualms about being with him, but he’d shot her down a couple times already.

In other words, everything had been leading to this moment between them, where the undeniable attraction had reached its peak, and Kelsey was desperate for Dean to kiss her, to admit to their connection and help her by giving her something sweet and light in her otherwise bleak, hunter life.

It was a ridiculously big scene, and I was fucking it up.

Finally we reached Jensen’s trailer and went inside. Jensen took off Dean’s jacket and flannel, folding them carefully over the back of a chair so he didn’t piss off the wardrobe department. He wore only a green t-shirt and jeans now and I did my best not to sigh lustfully as he bent into the mini-fridge and pulled out a couple bottles of water for us.

Jesus, he was beautiful, which was part of the problem. Not that being sexy as fuck was really something he could control.  But Jensen was a ridiculously beautiful man, and in spite of spending months telling myself he wasn’t going to be interested in a costar that way, I couldn’t deny just how attracted I was to him. Every day I found myself a little more enamored, a little more besotted. 

And now I had to kiss him.  Man, I was screwed!

Jensen sat down beside me on the couch and cracked open the bottle for me. I took a deep gulp of it, trying to wet my parched throat.

“Okay, sweetheart, what’s up?”

I just shrugged at him, so he tried to guess.  “Is it kissing on film? Is it too awkward? I know this is the first time you’ll be doing a kissing scene, so it’s bound to be even more awkward than these scenes usually are. Or…or is it…” 

He trailed off for a minute and picked at the label on the water bottle.  “Is it the age difference? Does it make you uncomfortable?”

I quickly shook my head. “No, Jensen, not at all. I don’t see age like that. Past a certain point, we’re all just people. It’s nothing to do with you…it’s me…”

I was quiet for a second before I finally just bit the bullet and told him.  “I’ve never been kissed before.”

Jensen nodded.  “On screen.” I threw him a look to tell him he was being obtuse and he finally caught on. “Oh!”

I could feel myself blushing and covered my face with my hands.  “I know! This is so humiliating.”

Jensen pulled my hands away, shaking his head.  “Hey! You have nothing to be embarrassed about.”

I found myself desperate to try and explain.  “See, it’s just that for a long time, I didn’t feel very comfortable in my own skin; it took me a long time to feel…I don’t know okay, with being…intimate with someone.” I knew my face was just getting redder and redder.

But Jensen frowned and shook his head.  “Hey, Y/N, you don’t owe me, or anyone, an explanation. Your choices are your choices, you don’t have to have them okayed by anyone.”

I smiled at him appreciatively.  “Thank you.” But then I let out another little moan.  “I don’t know what I’m going to do here, though.”

An idea struck me, and my eyes widened.  “Unless -” But I cut myself off.  “No, that’s…nevermind.” I said, waving the idea away. 

“No, what?” Jensen asked.

I contemplated for a minute and then finally decided I had nothing to lose, either Jensen would say yes, and maybe I’d get through this experience, or he’d say no, and I’d only be a little bit more embarrassed than I already was. 

“Well…I was wondering if…I mean, could we practice?”

Jensen’s eyebrows shot up. “The uh…the scene…or…?” He left the question dangling there, obviously loathe to make assumptions.

I shook my head.  “No, it’s not about knowing the lines, or the blocking. That’s all fine. It’s the fact that I have absolutely no idea how to kiss someone, and I’m terrified that’s gonna become real obvious, real quick on camera.”

Jensen bit into his bottom lip and I had to hold back a groan. Jesus, this was either going to be the best moment in my life or the worst.

I back pedaled a little.  “Look, if it’s too weird or something, I mean, don’t feel you have to, or you know…”

Jensen shook his head.  “No, I think…I think it’s probably the smartest course.” His eyes flicked down to my mouth and I felt my stomach muscles clench. 

Holy shit, this was happening!

“Kay.” I said softly, turning slightly towards him.

“Yeah,” he said with a smile, his voice soft and deep, “you’re gonna need to get a little closer.”

I shuffled a bit on the couch trying to find a spot and a position where I could be comfortable and reach him easily. Finally Jensen just lifted me into his lap and I let out a little squeak of surprise.  

Jensen grinned.  “Is this okay? It’s just easier access.”

I nodded and tried to ignore the way his thick, muscular thighs felt beneath me, or the feel of his broad chest pressed up against my shoulder. One of his arms was snaked around my waist, holding me comfortably on his lap, and the other lifted to trail his fingers gently across my cheek.

“Just breathe, sweetheart, and let me show you what to do.”

I nodded again, and took a deep, steadying breath.  But I couldn’t speak as he swept his fingers, featherlight, down my neck, his thumb swiping softly over the corner of my mouth. 

“First, I’m just going to press my lips against yours gently.” His voice was just above a whisper, deep, slightly raspy, and utterly seductive. “All I want in this first pass is to get a feel for the give of your lips, to experiment with their softness.”

He bent his head and I could feel a spark ignite as he touched his lips to mine. A short, high moan issued from the back of my throat as the soft pillows of his lips pressed against me. He lingered only a second or two, pulling back slightly and then pressing forward one more time, slotting his mouth around my top lip and sucking ever so gently. But I still felt the pull lower down, as heat and damp pooled at my core.

He pulled back completely and I slowly opened my eyes to look up into his mossy green orbs; they were warm and reassuring.  

“Good, that was good.” He said.  His voice sounded a bit strained and I prayed it was because the kiss had affected him too.

I nodded and blushed; this was the best class I’d ever been a part of.

“So, you ready to go a little further?”

“Yes.” I answered quickly, making him chuckle.

“Okay, this time I’m going to kiss you for longer, and you’re going to feel my tongue press against your lips. That just means I want you to open up for me, means I wanna taste you.”

My breathing picked up at his words and I nodded frantically, reaching up for his lips, ready for his next lesson.  But he held back, teasing me. 

“Now, now,” he said with a smirk, “wait for your teacher to tell you to begin before starting the lesson.” 

His smirk melted into a warm smile as he pushed his hand into my hair, cupping the back of my head. He moved slowly to touch his mouth to mine again - too slowly for my sanity. So before he could even press his tongue against me, I opened my mouth to let him in.

A deep growl came up from his chest as he swept his tongue into my mouth. Instinctively I copied his movements, desperate to taste him too. I raised my hand to the back of his neck, playing with his short hair as he slanted his mouth over mine again and again, sucking first on my tongue and then on my lips, pulling on them greedily, nibbling at them hungrily. 

I let him feast and feast, not caring about my lack of oxygen, not caring about the time that passed, not caring about anything other than the feel of his velvety tongue and plush lips, crushed against mine.

Finally Jensen pulled away to rest his forehead on mine, breathing roughly. “Jesus, Y/N, either you were lying about this being your first kiss, or you are one hell of a fast learner.”

I grinned as I sucked much needed air into my lungs. “I just have one hell of a teacher.”

***

An hour later we were back on set. Our lips were a little swollen, making me sure that the make-up artists would definitely figure out how we’d spent the hour. But Jensen assured me it wasn’t too noticeable. Very quickly we were on our marks and ready to try again. 

I could hear the hope combined with worry in Phil’s voice as he yelled, “Action!”

I reached out to touch Dean’s soft lips.  “Please, Dean. I need you.”

My voice was desperate and urgent and finally Dean could no longer resist and yanked me forward, crashing me into his chest as he slammed his mouth against mine.

I let out a strangled cry and threw my arms around his neck. His strong arms wrapped tightly around my ribs lifting me off the ground as he strode forward until he had me crushed against the wall.

I slid back down his body to land on my feet, as he cupped my face in his hands. He plunged his tongue into my mouth…tasting me fully…and then…

“Cut! Fantastic guys! That was great.” Phil called out from behind the monitor. “Okay, let’s go for the close ups.”

As the crew bustled around us, Jensen leaned close to whisper against my ear. "Can I expect to see you back in class, bright and early tomorrow?"

With a small shiver, I swayed towards him. "How about an evening class tonight, teach?"

He bit into his lower lip, and gave me a look that had my heart racing and heat blossoming across my skin without so much as a touch from him.

"Hell yeah." He answered me. "Class starts at seven, and I expect you to be prompt and punctual, Ms. Y/L/N."

I giggled, slightly breathless with anticipation. "Yes, Sir."

[braveheartstoryteller]

I would have scoffed slightly a year ago if someone told me; the Legend of Zelda is not a story-centric series. At the time I would have said “What are you talking about? There’s a story there!”

Past me isn’t totally wrong, it does have a story, as loose as it sometimes is, but it isn’t the focus of the series. So then, why then is the stories, or lore, the focus of many fans of the series? Perhaps, much like the games themselves, you have to piece together the story itself. I can think of videos I’ve watched or forum posts detailing some sort of theory over some aspect of one of the games. I’ve not seen that in other video game series as much. It’s an interesting phenomena for a series of games where we’re given “just enough to tie everything together” but not more beyond that.

It’s no secret to anyone here that I love stories. It’s been part of my DNA since I was young. It’s no wonder I was drawn to Zelda, and then several years after hearing about it I finally got to play a Zelda game…it was magical. I loved playing BotW and beating the game myself! While I soon found that most Zelda games were not this accessible to newbie gamers such as myself, I did manage one other feat, one I’m dearly happy about: beating and finishing Twilight Princess, though there were a couple of parts I did not do. Still the experience was close to the magic of BotW, with a stronger story. Due to that, Twilight Princess is my favorite Zelda game in terms of story, not even TotK could unseat it. It has emotional moments that truly resonated with me, something TotK did not manage to do. Why? Simple: you aren’t playing through a story.

This is where things get rather interesting. Both BotW and TotK are good games mechanically. Both of them have engaging game play, the exploration is amazing, especially in BotW, and they give you experiences you aren’t going to soon forget. But…the story mostly happens in the past. You don’t play through it. For me, that is less compelling. In TP you get these moments, like rescuing Colin, where you have to fight a boss to save the kid, which not only do you play through, they also manage to sell quite strongly story wise. It works far better than the more recent games.

I’m still quite curious as to what lore enthusiasts will say about TotK, yet despite what moments we did get in its story, I still find it “not enough.” I can tell they thought about it, and tried…sort of in TotK. However other games have had far more compelling companion mechanics, and storytelling you feel like you’re playing through. And as I said, even TP is a better example of what I’m talking about. It’s not that I’m not happy about the direction they’re going in however. The fact that you have companions which fight with you is amazing, something LoZ has never done before. It is steps in the right direction, but not brought to its full potential. So much of TotK is full missed opportunities, both gameplay and story wise.

Perhaps one day they’ll sort out their issues and get their acts together, ‘til then I can say I’m happy I’ve played TotK, but I’m not as excited to play the next game. I’d have to see what they do next…in ten years.

[gooddayfellowgays]

I’m in a mood to fight some fangirlies so welcome to...

THE CIRCULAR HELL THAT IS FANDOM!!! (a mini essay)

yes I’m taking this too seriously shut up.

When I was about 12 I had a surgery that got infected and was put on bedrest for 6 months, right up until my birthday. For a lonely 12 year old there was nothing better to do than catch up on a show my bestie suggested and browse Wattpad tags about it. And that show was Voltron. 

For anyone who doesn’t know, Voltron was a kids animated show that ran for two years and six months, with EIGHT seasons. EIGHT! It was my first proper fandom and if I had to describe the environment in one word, it would be unsupervised. The show itself was a simple space opera/ comedy.  It was fun, it was quirky and it gained a following really, really, quick. 

Because of how quickly the fandom built itself (and the fast release dates) Voltron became a hot bed for the worst sorts of discourse. Now I’m 1000% sure there was extra context from where these people came from before that would give some explanation but I’m only aware of this; A toxic mix of older fans harassing others and younger fans learning from them led to fans actively harassing a voice actor to the point they had security protecting them at cons. More than usual.  

But before I tell you that story; we must know what led up to it. What convinced fans to harass this poor actor? Well.

Within vld (Voltron) there was this huge shipping war  between Klance and Sheith. All you really need to know about those too is that a character named Keith was involved in both of them and there is only one Keith. The actor shipped Sheith. And Klance shippers had been harassing Sheith shippers for as long as they both lived. If you look at any posts from back then you can see just how violent the threats got. 

This actor shipped Sheith. And I still remember the open letters big name fans posted begging people to treat the actor like a person. 

But then Voltron ended in the worst way possible (honestly, look it up) just before my 13th and suddenly a whole bunch of disillusioned fans need somewhere to go, to try and heal.  And where did they go? 

She-ra and Dragon Prince. 

I really recommended watching the Choledoesthings seires on voltron to get an idea of what the fandom was like during its running and after. 

Now heres the circular part. The older fans came from places like Miraculos Ladybug, Hamilton ect. all the bad ones. And then they went to anime and queer kids shows (qks) fandoms, keeping there bad habits and teaching newbies how to act and, in the end, causing the burgeoning toxicity in the Owl House fandom. 

I’m writing this just before  my 18th. I, like so many others my age, got pulled into the same set of QKS fandoms with barely a second thought. Except I watched two season of She-ra and saw it was doing the same thing vld did and got out before I got hurt. 

I like to think I learn’t from my experiences on Wattpad (and boy do I have some stories). Namely that I don’t argue with people on the internet about ships or fanfic or whatever. I keep to myself and if I don’t like something I suck it up. 

But I know for a fact, if you go far enough back on some Owl House fans accounts, you’ll find VLD. Everytime. 

This is the problem. Fandom is great, but only if we work to maintain it. Personally, I'm probably gonna bail on the Owl House if things keep getting worse. But I really don’t want too. I’m going to keep my little buble as it is and recommend you do too. 

Stay safe out there loves. And remember, ships aren’t worth the harassment 

[chilumi-shipper]

Ready to Let Go

Xiao x Adeptus!Fem!Reader (x Zhongli)

Summary: Zhongli loves you, Xiao loves you, You love Xiao. Seems as though, in the eyes of everybody else, Zhongli was gonna be a problem within your relationship with your fellow adeptus. He would never do that though, not to you, not to Xiao. For the first time, the vigilant yaksha seems happy, and you seem more carefree the moment you two are starting to get close to one another. Zhongli would never trade your happiness for the sake of his own, and that's why, he's ready to let go.

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The God of War, flaunting over one of his very own dearest adeptus, if Guizhong saw him right now, she would've laughed at how much he jumped and flaunted over you whenever you were in his presence.

But love is complicated, he could say he loves you with a burning passion, yet it can never change the fact that you had fell for another, no matter how much Zhongli might push through, you will choose to be embraced within the arms of your true beloved, Xiao.

Neither you nor him ever said anything to confirm the nature of your relationship, but Zhongli felt it, the connection between you and the adeptus was so much more than just two people who used to work along side each other. You and Xiao, he's known both of you for millennias, you're not really the greatest with expressing emotions.

Zhongli was never one to fight reality, in fact he accepted it with open arms, having no care for the pain it might bring.

But just this once, he let's himself drift to a false hope, perhaps you only see Xiao as a friend, that in actuality you tell him the feelings that you're too scared to say to your Archon. But every time Zhongli dreamt like that, he can't help but see Xiao, sadness clouding over him, it slaps the brown-haired man in the face.

He can't do that to Xiao. The poor boy, tormented his entire life, but today, he may very well be bearing a smile on his face, with you around him, with you loving him.

He was sitting between you two, in a table in Wangshu Inn's restaurant area, the light atmosphere was calming.

It was supposed to be a nice get together, yet Zhongli felt irritated. The way your gaze lingers past him and onto the person of your interest as you spoke about how you tried cooking mortal food recently. How you seem to take into account every expression and response Xiao would give, but pay no mind to Zhongli at all.

You weren't being rude and ignoring him the whole time, in fact, you make eye contact with him from time to time, to see if he's understanding you. But Zhongli felt peeved, why couldn't you look at him the way you looked at Xiao?

"I really like cooking actually!" You exclaimed, the cat-eyed adeptus smiling softly while listening to your rambles, his elbow resting on the table, while his chin leans on his hand. That makes Zhongli feel even worse for having such feelings for you, just looking at the small but genuine smile on Xiao's face as he admires you.

"Xiao?" You softly called out to him, clasping your hands together. The adeptus gave a hum in response. "There's this recipe I found called "Tofu Cookies with Almonds", I was hoping you could help me taste test them when I try baking for the first time?" Your voice gets quieter the more you say. Zhongli found it adorable when you get shy, yet he can't help but feel a nauseous felling eating away at his skin, you didn't invite him.

The waitress puts the food you all ordered on your table before Xiao answers. Zhongli looked into your eyes, seeing the nervousness as you anxiously wait for an answer.

"Okay."

Golden orbs then looked at Xiao, seeing he's looking away from you, his ears red from embarrassment. Yet even when he tried to hide it, the Archon can feel his giddiness from miles away.

Zhongli can't help but look back and forth, seeing your eyes light up with happiness because of Xiao's answer. "Thank you so much!" You smiled brightly, proceeding to put some food onto your plate to start eating.

In all this, Zhongli felt as though he didn't have a place. Perhaps you were overjoyed that you didn't look at the fact that you completely discarded him, but someone else noticed.

"Mora- Zhongli can join us too, he's good at taste testing food." Xiao looks at you, before looking at the taller man. "I think." Zhongli then nodded, agreeing with Xiao's statement.

He knows he shouldn't, he knows that he just let the two of you resolve your feelings together, just the two of you. Yet he can't, for once in his life, he feels that it's too hard to let go.

The two looked at you expectantly, despite you making it obvious that you wanted to spend some time with Xiao alone, Zhongli hoped that maybe, just this one occasion, you'll let him intervene with your growing relationship. It's selfish, it's pointless, but just this once.

You smiled, "Okay."

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"Mr. Zhongliiii!" You burst in the funeral parlor, calling out to him. "You have to help me." The man got up from his seat immediately, worried.

"What happened?!" He asked in a panic.

You looked down onto the book in your hands, the man did the same, looking at a book that has a very interesting title.

'The Art of Romance: For Newbies.'

What?

Usually, if you were to come to him with a book like that in hand, he would have laughed and teased you, eager to see your embarrassed state. Yet, Zhongli felt nothing but hopelessness, you putting in so much effort for someone else, meaning he really has no chance, does he?

"I need to you to help me look for a really nice dress. Like really, really nice! Oh but not too nice, since we're baking, if I get stains on a dress, he might think I'm sloppy. Oh, but if it's too simple, he'll probably think that I don't really care. Ohhh, but I don't want to seem like I care too much--" You looked up at him, rambling on and on about what you're supposed to wear for tomorrow. "It says here that if the person thinks you're too desperate, they might think it's weird." You pointed at the book that you're holding, bring it closer to his face.

Zhongli gently grabbed your hands that are clasped around the book. "If you're worried about Mora, I already have some on me." You peaked your head from behind the book, looking at the brown-haired man's serious face.

"Him?" Zhongli completely ignores your ramblings, only focused on one thing you said. You're worrying so much about what to wear, just to make a good impression to him.

You felt your cheeks heat up as he looks at you with a frown on his face. You laughed a bit to ease the tension, scraching the nape of your neck.

"Xiao..." He's mentally prepared himself for this moment, you would come to him, ask for advice since you knew him as a very cultured man, and you would confess your love, for someone else. And yet, hearing it come from your own lips seem to crack the barriers of his heart with just one word.

Despite the tears wanting to just slip out of his golden orbs, he smiled at you. "I've always sensed your feelings towards him." His words fluster you even more, you didn't realize it was so obvious, but Zhongli was a very observant person, maybe it was just that.

"Do you wish to impress him tomorrow? That's why you're so... jumpy today?" You nodded, feeling embarrassed that you are worried about this sort of thing. Usually, only mortals are prone to these types of worries.

"Y/N, Xiao doesn't care about those trivial things. You just have to be yourself." He told you as a matter of fact.

'Besides, the Yaksha already is making it obvious that he likes you back.' Zhongli kept this thought internally.

"But what if he doessss." You whine, gripping on the book tighter. "Xiao is just so.... Xiao! So unpredictable and complicated." Sighing, you looked up at the man again. "Can you help me, please?"

Zhongli sighed, although it hurts him to help dress you up so pretty, just to send you off to another man, but he'll bite. How could he ever say no to you.

After hours of rummaging through your closet, you finally, finally find something that's actually good in your eyes, even though Zhongli assured you that everything would be fine.

The dress of your choice has Xiao's colors, white, gold, mint green. You really are some piece of work, piece of work that doesn't belong to him.

Zhongli just kept sighing as he walked back to the funeral parlor, he's conflicted, which usually doesn't happen. Is he just gonna leave you two alone for tomorrow with some lousy excuse, or... get in the way.

As he got to the entrance of Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, he saw Xiao, sitting on a bench just outside. The cat-eyed boy sensed Zhongli's presence, standing up and looking at his way immediately.

The brown-haired man walked up to him, silently asking why he's here all of a sudden, in the city, which also doesn't happen very often.

"Can you help me?"

Oh boy, here we go again.

~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~

"You don't have to straight up lie if you don't like her treats, you can just give polite comments, like saying you're not really a big fan of them or something." Zhongli explained once again, it was the dead of night. Xiao had asked to help with how he should talk to you, he's not very talkative and expressive, but he doesn't want to make you feel like he doesn't like you.

"But that might also hurt her feelings." The Yaksha pointed out, listening intently to the older man.

"Yes, but she will appreciate the truth rather than a pointless lie."

He just needs help expressing his feelings right.

And Zhongli seeing how you two desperately try to be the best you can for one another, it makes him smile, despite the constant heart ache. And the realization that he has no chance for you, with the evidence right in front of him, Zhongli makes his decision...

He's ready to let go.

"I'm not gonna be joining you two tommorow."

~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~

Alternative Ending: Ready to Hold On - Reader chooses not to choose and start a polyamory relationship.

[reminiscingtonight]

Sticky Situtation

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count: 3.4k

A/N: Wishing my bud @vancityfire13 a very happy birthday. Hope you have a great day 🥰

New members weren’t a norm. The members that joined the team after Ultron’s attempted world-ending event were the last ones to join, and even that was a while ago. You would’ve thought that anyone would jump at the chance to stand beside the world’s top heroes. For most it would be a dream to fight side by side with them. 

And for a while it was like that. People from all over came to the compound in hopes of being the next Avenger. 

But like all good things, this eventually came to an end. After Tony hacked and exposed the secret dalliances of the last trial Avenger, word spread about the billionaire's lack of respect for privacy, and with that no one else dared to join. 

So when Fury walked in with an unfamiliar stranger in tow, everyone crowded around like excited puppies. They were all starved for new blood, and you were exactly that. 

Fury had only given you brief introductions with the people present before turning around and leaving. You barely had two seconds to process the fact that Fury had basically thrown you to the wolves before the Avengers were already trying to vie for your attention.

Tony, everso the charmer, was the first to speak. “Alright newbie. I’ve got one question and one question only. What’s so special about you?”

Shrugging, you met his questioning eyes with an unbothered gaze. “Nothing really.”

Taking a step back, Tony narrowed his eyes at you. “No offense, but Fury must have seen something in you in order to send you our way.”

“I don’t know what to tell you. There’s really nothing that special about me.”

Tony was about to protest again, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him in his tracks. Steve flashed you a soft smile, hand outstretched to shake your hand. “Ignore Stark. We’re happy to welcome you to the team.”

And with a simple handshake you sealed the deal. (Y/N) (Y/L/N), new Avenger.

---

Natasha Romanoff was nothing if not cautious. Years spent in the Red Room taught her that treating everything as a threat was a good way to stay alive. So when Natasha first learned about your presence on the team, she tried digging up any and all dirt she could about you.

What she came up with was frustratingly normal. You had come from a small family out in the middle of nowhere America. You did pretty well academically, and after graduating college you went straight into SHIELD, training as a field agent. When SHIELD fell after the discovery of HYDRA, you stayed in contact with Fury. And here you were now. The new recruit.

The redhead felt like something wasn’t adding up, but she knew better than to break the happy bubble everyone else was living in. Steve had been bothering Natasha about coming down to the gym to help him evaluate your fighting skills, and seeing this as an opportunity to scope you out, Natasha agreed.

The first thing Natasha noticed after walking into the gym was how the air seemed to be a hundred degrees hotter than it was a second ago. Her eyes had instantly zoomed onto your abs, a fact that she had cursed herself for doing. Apparently Sam had accidentally spilled his water on your shirt, and you thought it would be a better plan to go shirtless than to train in a wet shirt.

Clenching her jaw tight, Natasha took a deep breath in. This was fine. All she had to do was figure out what was off about you. There was no way in hell that she found you attractive. Nope. No way.

Steve was the first to spot Natasha in the gym. He waved at her before beckoning her over.

“Holy shit. You’re the black widow.”

Natasha did her best to keep a straight face as Sam snickered at the awestruck look on your face. 

“Sorry, it’s just that you’re amazing. And I’m a huge fan.”

She gave you a tight smile before crossing her arms. “Rogers said you’ve had some fighting experience. How much?”

You shrugged. “Basic training? I went on a couple SHIELD missions but Fury didn’t really want me out there that much.”

Hmm, interesting. Natasha let out a hum at your words. “Okay then. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

Not even ten minutes later you had Sam, Steve, and Natasha all on the ground, wheezing as they tried to catch their breaths.

Sam had been the first one to go down. A simple punch to the gut somehow ridding all of the air from his lungs. Steve was next. What you didn’t have in stature you made up in speed. With a couple perfectly timed kicks to his legs, you had Captain America on his knees and then on his back. Natasha, who had been studying your takedown of her teammates, took more care in matching your hits for hits. Yet somehow your agility matched that of hers, and within minutes you had flipped and pinned Natasha onto the ground.

Natasha took your offered hand with a skeptical glance. You had barely broken a sweat and Natasha was more than a little suspicious.

Basic training my ass.

When you walked out of the gym joking around with Steve, Natasha came to a conclusion.

There was definitely something off about you.

And she would get to the bottom of it if it was the last thing she did.

---

Hazing was a normal thing the Avengers tried to do to welcome new recruits. Pietro woke up every morning to a bucket of cold water for two months straight when he joined. Sam spent weeks being Tony’s test subject for his experiments. Wanda was the only one who lucked out. No one dared to prank the young woman, lest they be thrown into another nightmare sequence.

It began as a simple prank idea. After noticing how you always drank from the same mug every morning, Clint decided he would swipe it from you. The others had called it a lame hazing attempt but the archer stood firm on his belief that it would be great haze. 

One morning you placed your mug on the counter before turning around to grab a piece of toast. Clint waited until you had fully turned away before dropping through the vents. With his eyes focused on the white mug, he didn’t notice anything was up until he heard his name being called.

“Oh, hey Clint. What’s up?” 

Instantly straightening up, Clint looked up to see you looking right back at him. Dropping to the ground, he gave you his best smile. “Er, nothing much. Was just dropping by for some breakfast.”

You nod, looking a bit confused at his method of transportation. “Okay… Cool. Well I guess I’ll see you later then.”

Clint watched you walk away with a puzzled mind. He could have sworn that you had your back towards your cup. And he hadn’t made a single noise. Was it just a coincidence that you had turned around before he reached your mug?

And with Clint’s failed attempt came a new game. The Avengers started holding bets for who would be the one to steal your mug. 

One of Tony’s bots tried to steal it from your room only for it to jerk backwards from some invisible force. The next thing the video caught was your half confused half amused face.

Sam was stopped before he was even able to take a step towards you in the kitchen. You had thrown something towards the trash can, only to hit him square in the head. He refused to approach you unannounced again.

Natasha usually wasn’t one to join in on such childish games, but something about you intrigued her. So she put her mind into it, trying to figure out how she could get your mug before the others. And then it hit her. Technically all she had to do was steal it. Nothing was said about having to do it covertly.

But it seemed like Pietro had also come to the same conclusion.

Cursing the white haired man’s name, she watched as he sped past her and right towards you. 

Everything happened too fast. One second Pietro was running towards you like a blur. The next second he was sprawled on the ground, clutching his arm as if he was in pain.

Natasha looked from the speedster to you. You were still casually leaning against the counter, mug held loosely in your hand.

What the hell just happened?

She could’ve sworn you hadn’t made a defensive move to stop Pietro. But if that was the case, why wasn’t Pietro able to grab your mug? 

The last thing Natasha saw was Wanda scolding her brother and you looking on with an even more confused look on your face before she slipped out of the kitchen.

Invisible force field was added to her list of hypothetical powers. Right between mind reader and body of steel.

---

Somehow Natasha found herself showing you around the compound. Although it was another perfect opportunity to try to sniff out your secrets, Natasha surprisingly found herself having a good time. Your humor was quite endearing and Natasha realized she was actually enjoying hanging out with you.

The tour had just ended when Steve’s voice came ringing out across the grassy field.

“Watch out!”

Spinning around, the two of you saw a red, white, and blue shield come flying your way. 

There was barely any available reaction time. 

Closing her eyes, Natasha braced for impact.

It never came.

When Natasha cracked open her eyes, she was met with the sight of your body in front of hers, one hand outstretched with the shield snug tight in your grasp.

Her mouth dropped open.

There was no way you could’ve caught that. It had been going full speed at the two of you. A hit with the shield should have at least sent you flying a couple feet back. 

You didn’t even look like you were in pain as you stood still with the shield in your hand.

Steve came jogging over to the two of you, apologizing profusely for the wild throw. You simply waved him off and handed him the shield back without a single care in the world. 

Natasha didn’t miss the confused look on Steve’s face as well. He was staring at your hands as if they had some sort of magical property that he was unaware of. 

You laughed at his expression, misreading it as him being more apologetic.

Natasha set her jaw, coming to the conclusion that the more she got to know you, the more questions she had.

---

“Rogers, he’s headed your way.”

You had gotten your approval to go on a mission within two weeks. Given how the first evaluation went, Natasha wasn’t surprised by how quickly you got the okay to go on a mission. But all that did was exacerbate her suspicions against you. 

Today the lot of you were chasing after a rogue HYDRA agent that had disappeared off all radars the second SHIELD was disbanded. He had resurfaced a couple days ago and you guys were quick to jump onto his trail. You guys had traced him to some abandoned buildings in the corner of the city. He had booked it the second he caught a glimpse of the familiar red and blue shield sparkling from across the street.

Natasha had been tracking him from the building next door, but when she got to the roof, she realized that there was no way she could make it across.

“I can cut him off!”

Frowning, Natasha looked down, trying to spot you on the ground. When she didn’t see your figure, she spoke into the coms again. “(Y/L/N) where are you?”

“Up top. Rooftop access.”

Natasha instantly knew what you were planning to do. She quickly objected to your plans. “The adjacent roof is too far for you to jump, (Y/L/N). Abort your plans.”

“I can do it.”

“Negative. Do not--”

Words dying in her throat, Natasha was left speechless as you suddenly ran past her, flinging yourself off of the roof.

A scream catches in her throat. 

When she rushed to the edge of the roof, she spotted you already on the roof of the other building. You seemed to move at an inhuman speed, making another jump onto the second roof without an issue. With a sudden burst of speed, you were lunging at the target, tackling him to the ground.

What in the world?

You had just cleared two rooftops with ease, chasing down the agent without any issues. There was no way you had just been a simple SHIELD agent. There was something Fury wasn’t telling everyone. Something that you were still keeping to yourself.

Silently fuming, Natasha ripped her earpiece out. The last thing she wanted to hear was the others congratulating you on your save when there was more going on than you were letting on.

---

Tony had decided to throw a small party to celebrate your first successful mission on the team. He had quickly gotten over your apparent “normalness” and was one of the first to praise you for your talents.

The party hadn’t been going on for too long when you felt a cold chill running down your back. You were instantly on edge, watching your back for some sort of threat.

A tingling on the back of your neck was all the warning you needed. 

Sidestepping, the knife missed you by inches.

Blinking, you stared at the weapon with a dumbfounded look on your face. The chatter came to a stop as Natasha stalked towards you with a murderous glare. Clint tried to put out a hand to soothe the ex-assassin, but she pushed past him, nearly causing him to fall over. You gulped hard but stood your ground. 

Before you could even get a word out, Natasha was in your face, an accusing finger poking you right in the chest. “I’ve had it with you.”

“Hello to you too, Natasha.”

Her scowl deepened and you felt your mouth go dry. “What the hell is so special about you?”

“Nothing. There’s nothing special about me.”

Your familiar first words to the team echo in your ears. 

Natasha’s eyes narrow dangerously and for the first time since joining the team you felt like you were in danger. With every step she took towards you, you took one back. “Bullshit. We both know you’re lying.”

“I’m not lying.”

That was apparently the wrong answer.

In a fit of anger, Natasha shoved at your chest. Hard.

Not expecting the push, you let out a grunt of surprise. Feet slipping out from under you, you fall over the edge and plummet towards the ground.

“(Y/N)!”

Eyes wide with horror, everyone rushed to the edge of the roof. Wanda was just about to jump after you when suddenly a white web came shooting above everyone’s heads. Everyone turned just in time to see you swing back up, landing on the roof with a flip.

Brushing off your pants, you stood up only to find everyone’s eyes on you. You gave them all a sheepish smile. “Er… surprise?”

---

Two weeks ago:

“Alright newbie. I’ve got one question and one question only. What’s so special about you?”

Shrugging, you met Tony’s Stark’s eyes with a level gaze. “Nothing really.”

You had to stifle a laugh when he narrowed his eyes at you in disbelief. “No offense, but Fury must have seen something in you in order to send you our way.”

It wasn’t a secret to your superiors that you had powers. An accidental stumble in a lab led to a radioactive spider breaking free and biting you. And from there on out you developed spider-like powers. You’ve read on the news about Peter Parker, the beloved spiderman, but you always laughed at the thought of what the world would say if they only knew that he wasn’t the first one. 

Given that Fury had explicitly told you that you could decide when you wanted to tell the team, you were planning on milking out your “ordinariness” as much as you could before they figured out your powers. So you kept quiet. “I don’t know what to tell you. There’s really nothing that special about me.”

You didn’t know whether or not to be disappointed or relieved when Steve placed a hand on Tony’s shoulder to stop his questions. You shook his outstretched hand. “Ignore Stark. We’re happy to welcome you to the team.”

And with a simple handshake you sealed the deal. (Y/N) (Y/L/N), new Avenger.

---

Bonus scene: 

Now that everyone knew of your special abilities, everyone took joy in seeing just how great your spidey senses were. And of course the way they tested it was by throwing things at your head. 

From the time you left your room to the time you retired to bed, you were constantly catching things thrown at you. There were no safe places, no safe times. 

By this point you’ve caught a book, clothes iron, Clint’s arrows, and countless other weapons. You were slightly dreading the idea of Thor ever partaking in the festivities and throwing his hammer at you.

Today you were in the kitchen making lunch with Natasha when the hairs on the back of your neck stood up. Your hand shot up right before a white blur hit Natasha.

She let out a loud yelp that quickly turned into a glare when she realized that the boys just nearly took her head off because of their bad aim. You, on the other hand, were staring at the chicken-shaped piggy bank in your hands. From the weight alone you could tell that it was almost completely full.

You were contemplating whether or not to throw it back at a sheepish looking Clint when a loud ‘holy shit’ caught your attention.

Peter, who had been sitting at the kitchen counter doing his homework, was looking at you with a look of amazement on his face. “How did you catch that?”

You fought the urge to chuckle at the awestruck expression on his face. You had just met the young boy earlier today so it was obvious that he had no idea that you were just like him. 

Purposefully letting go of the chicken, it hit the ground with a satisfying crack. You didn’t have to look to know that it had shattered on contact. 

“Oops.”

You ignored Clint’s cry of ‘hey!’, choosing instead to step over the spilling coins and turn your attention back to the young teenager.

“Quick reflexes.”

He nods, mouth still wide open. “Is that your power? Mr. Stark said that everyone here has their own thing. Mr. Barton has his arrows, Mr. Wilson has his wings, and Ms. Romanoff… well she’s just a badass.” 

From the corner of your eye you watch Natasha blush at the compliment. “Nah, quick reflexes just comes with the whole package.”

You could tell that the young boy was still intrigued so you let your eyes sweep the kitchen for something you could use. Spotting the cucumber sitting by the sink, you quickly pointed your hands towards it. With a press of your middle and ring fingers towards your palm, you had a web shooting towards the green food and soon it was in your hand.

Peter simply gaped at you. 

You smirked. “What? You thought you were the first one?”

His mouth opened and closed a couple times, nothing ever coming out. You could almost sense how close he was to exploding. 

“Go on. Ask whatever it is that you want to ask.”

And it seemed like that opened the floodgates. Question after question came spilling out of Peter’s mouth and you were quickly drowning under his rapid fire. 

“Slow down spiderling.”

The affronted look he sends you is a little too cute to be intimidating. “It’s spiderman.” 

You pause, looking him up and down. And then you look at Natasha. She shrugs.

“Spiderling,” you repeat, ignoring the noise of protest that escapes him when you do. “You’re a child. Please calm down before you hurt yourself.”

Oh yeah. You were definitely going to have fun here.

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