#Part.I

[pooh-beer]

had teenage years so uniquely fucked you can't even reminisce with the weird kids

[ilovegt]

Part 10!🎉

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Don't worry, this drawing style is only in this part.I was just trying to convey Hank's fear, and I decided to make part 10 like this.The next part will be in the usual drawing:3

By the way, since this is the anniversary part, I want to leave a small comment for all those who write comments, reblog and support me:

THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH!You can't imagine how grateful I am for all your kind words and support.If it wasn't for you, I think I would have dropped this comic after a few parts, but I was overwhelmed by the support, and again, thank you so much for everything.🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💖💖💖💖❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

[opbackgrounds]

EI've recently seen a lot of people complaining about Luffy's overuse of Gear 5. Many also said that he is even stopping using Haki, Ryuo and the King's Haki coated in his attacks, which would supposedly be a mistake on Oda's part.Is there any slightest indication that Luffy is not using Haki? I really don't understand where this came from, it doesn't really make sense to me. And also, I wanted to know What do you think about Gear 5's overuse of Luffy?

I don’t think it’s overused compared to how Oda handled previous upgrades. A lot of people don’t like it because it’s goofy, but after he started using Gear 2 and 3 Luffy almost immediately stopped using the free-form brawling style of the early series (to my great regret) and after learning Gear 4 used that almost exclusively instead of 2 and 3, though Gear 4 does have multiple forms which makes it feel a little more variable.

I do think Gear 5 has an element of haki to it. Luffy only unlocked it after his training on Wano, but haki in general is a very wishy washy power system. If you’re going to complain about Luffy’s usage, you’re going to have to complain about characters like Sanji and Usopp not using their Observation skills as much as they probably should. It’s a power system that hasn’t integrated perfectly into the series.

I actually like Gear 5. Luffy himself says it’s his freest self, and the use of the absurd, of laugher, of joy as a way of fighting against oppression is extremely relevant to the overall themes. One Piece is, after all, a Laugh Tale.

[darlingsfandom]

Time to Clean.

requested: Hey, how are you? I hope so.I'm the same person who asked about Emmett, about the beard care part.I ask you if you do the second part where, you decide to help him take a shower, since he stinks and you can't have sex because of his particular smells, but this time it will be more smut because yes 🤭

TW: p in v unprotected , cream pie, shower sex and swearing.

Not proofread.

You loved Emmett, with your whole heart but sometimes he’d drive you nuts. He was a handyman by day and a handsy man by night.

“Good day at work?” You asked as he came in, hung up his hat, coat and untied his boots before walking into the kitchen to kiss you. You kissed him softly before pushing him off.

“Why are you pushing me away, don’t you love my kisses?” Emmett furrowed his eyebrows together with a slight pout on his slightly chapped lips.

You tilted your head in sympathy before grabbing his shirt.

“Honey, I love you so so much, but…” you sighed before looking into his eyes. “You’re a stinky man.” You wrinkled your nose before Emmett stood up straight.

“Am I always as you said.., stinky?” He crossed his arms over his chest.

“No, not always. Just on extra hot days or any day that you work long hours or…”

“Basically it’s all the time.” Emmett ran his hands over his face before leaning against the counter.

“I mean you went how long without showering before things became normal again? It’s going to take awhile babe. I just got you into beard care, maybe I can help you with extra self care… and if you say yes… shower sex is on the table .” Your finger poked his nose making him perk up before grabbing your hand, running to the bathroom and pointing to the walk in shower. You rolled your eyes playfully before grabbing a new loofah, a bar of soap and some sugar scrub to help with his smell.

It really wasn’t his fault. Emmett had been alone for such a long time before he met you and had been use to his own smell. Yes he showered everyday, but not to a full extent, sometimes he’d just rinse off and call it good because that’s what he had grown to know. Now he has you, trying hard to help readjust to a new world that was acting like nothing ever happened.

Emmett stood before completely naked with a grin on his face. You but your bottom lip before stripping down to nothing making Emmett let out a playful whistle.

“Got myself my own goddess!” He wrapped his arms around you before helping you into the shower. You started the water as he peppered your face with kisses.

“Emmett! No sex until after you get scrubbed down babe.” You giggled as he continued with the kisses until it dawned on him that there was no sex yet. He gave you that signature pout until he seen you grabbing hands and turning him around so he was under the hot water. A sigh of relief left his body , his muscles relaxed as the water melted him. You grabbed the bar of soap, lathered it into the loofah and gave Emmett a soft smile before placing the loofah onto his wet, hairy chest. He watched in awe as you slowly moved the loofah up and down.

“What’s that smell?” He asked scooping some of the suds onto his finger.

“It’s just bar soap honey, it doesn’t have a signature smell like my soap does.” You washed over his stomach next before squaring a little bit to wash over his legs.

“All your soaps smell different and pretty!”

“Do you want to smell pretty Emmett?” You asked scrubbing his calves.

“Depends on what you got baby.”

You stood up carefully, grabbed his arms and washed them before turning him around to scrub over his back.

“I have coffee scented soap right now.”

“I’ll take it!” He said eagerly as you washed his neck.

Emmett jumped a little when you poked his butt playfully before giving him a soft spanking.

“Someone’s having a little too much fun back there.” He looked over his shoulder with a smirk before blowing you a kiss. You gave him a little wink before squeezing out the loofah, hanging it back up and grabbing the liquid coffee soap to squeeze into your hands. After you lathered up the soap you washed over Emmett’s body carefully watching as he watched you while letting the water rinse him off. Once you had him cleaned on that part he grabbed your hips and put you against the shower wall.

“I know there’s more to do but I need you.” His lips were on yours before you could even process a thought. Your arms went around his neck as the two of you made out heavily.! Teeth clanking against each other , small yet heavy bites on each others lips all while his hands snaked over your curves and up to grab your breasts. Emmett pulled on your nipples slowly making you moan into his mouth. His tongue slipped into your mouth as you moaned.

Emmett switched spots with you so you could feel the warm water too. He moved his mouth onto your nipples, biting them slowly but hard enough that they would bruise. Your hands held onto his biceps the best they could as he kissed between your breasts. Emmett looked up at you before he lifted up your leg and hooked it around his waist.

“Fuck me baby.” You whined.

His eyes darkened a little before he took his cock and pushed it inside of your cunt.

“FUCK!” You gripped onto his arm as he pushed all the way into you. His animalistic side took over. Normally Emmett would slowly push into you and gently fuck you but not right now, now he needed to feel you on him. He watched as your jaw dropped while he held your hips and fucked you like you were just a toy. Your eyes rolled back in your head as he bounced you on his cock with no mercy. His groans filled your ears along with a few growls which made you whine since he was treating you like a doll. You loved this side of Emmett because it didn’t always come out. He loved giving you pleasure anyway possible so it was important that you felt good, but when he was in his dominant mood… he was all in.

He watched how the water splashed off your tits, how they jiggled as he pounded into your cunt, it was the best sight he’s witnessed. Your hand slipped down the glass door of the shower that had been fogged up from the steam of the hot water and the heavy breathing coming from the two of you.

“That’s my good girl! Fucking taking my cock like a common whore!” Emmett reached down between your wet bodies and rubbed your clit with his thumb as his free hand readjusted your leg to keep it around his waist.

“I’m your whore baby.” You pushed your hips up to meet his thrust and Emmett smacked your thigh.

“No no sweetheart, I’m taking what’s mine!” He growled between teeth before kissing you sloppily. Your body was covered in goosebumps. Your heart was beating so fast it could’ve ripped right out chest.

“Emmett! Yes! Fuck! I’m yours!” He nipped at your throat making sure to cover all of it with dark purple hickeys . There wasn’t an area that didn’t have some sort of bruise since Emmett loved to mark you and you enjoyed just as much.

“I know that look, you’re going to cum, but you’re not cumming until I do!” Emmett fucked into your cunt faster making you whine as your hips started to buck again and this time he let you. Emmett watched as your face started to twist with pleasure , leg squeezing his waist tighter, you were on the edge. His thumb circled your clit harder as he looked into your eyes and that’s all it took

“Please Emmett please! I’m so close!” You begged while grabbing at his arms.

“Cum with me sweetheart! Cum like the good girl you are!” Emmett coaxed you through it.

Your climax ripped through your body, squeezing his cock tightly as you came. You tried to shut your eyes but Emmett slapped you to keep eye contact. His own orgasm hit him as you came down from your high. He held you tight as he shot his load into you making you whimper.

“Emmett, you make me feel so good baby.” You hiccuped out a soft breath making him smile at you before gently unhooking your leg from his side. You stood on wobbly legs before he bent down to kiss the top of your head.

“You make me feel good too sweetheart.” Emmett stroked your cheek before you grabbed some more soap and to his surprise you started washing yourself. “No no baby, you washed me now it’s time for me to wash you.”

For once is his life Emmett knew what it meant to feel loved and it was all because of you.

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[seraphimcollections]

fading [in progress]

pairing: johnny silverhand x reader

summary: mortal enemies from birth. the devil and the angel, good versus evil. you, the prodigy netrunner and hidden child of the Arasaka global empire. him, rebellious outcast and infamous rockstar of Night City. Sworn enemies with the odds stacked against them, but fate is fickle thing.

warnings: gun violence, murder, blood, kidnapping, grooming (not by johnny), rockstar behavior, angst angst angst! sexual implications, eventual smut, slowburn, secret enemies to lovers, fluff.

a/n: hey guysss, guess who's starting a new seriessssss. just finished playing cyberpunk 2077 and my eyes was on this tall drink of water the entire time. truly a crime this man doesn't get enough love on this site

Some things to know about his fic:

Reader is an original character and not V

Reader uses she/her pronouns and has female anatomy.

Written in third person. second person.

This series takes place before the bombing of Arasaka tower and before Johnny's relationship with Alt.

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[lunaswritingcafe]

"YOU'LL JUST HAVE TO TASTE ME WHEN

HE'S KISSING YOU . . ."

summary: After Fiyero had kissed Elphaba in the forrest, it became a lot harder for him to keep denying his feelings, Elphaba as well. The two soon became public, which resulted in a tragic ending to her's and Glinda friendship, she became jealous and hateful towards Elphaba but the two end up needing each other more than they thought.

prologue

part.I

part.II

part.III

(a/n: Im not great at descriptions but this story is inspired by the lyrics & mv "taste" by sabrina carpenter. Elphie falls in love with Fiyero, they both start dating which makes Glinda jealous trying to sabotage the two until they realize they only need each other in the end. Also it is my first series/fic so any constructive criticism/advise would be lovely! I'm not certain if it will be three parts or more, it depends how the story moves along. I've written before but never in this kind of context. Its also my first wlw fic so I hope I do everything right! Thank you and I hope you enjoy this mini series!)

[ballsandbabes]

What I had Pt.III : Michael Kaiser x Reader

Summary: Series finale where Kaiser's assistant leaves him.

Authors note: Yeah, uhm… not proofread// GIF is not mine// the reader is female// pure chaos/ have fun <3

Series: Part.I // Part. II // Part. III

It had been two weeks since the fight in the hotel room and three, since you officially transferred to the Graphics & Textile department.

You didn’t miss being Kaiser’s shadow. At least, that’s what you told yourself as you adjusted your dress in the mirror at the Bastard München Charity Ball. You were dressed in black satin, elegant and composed, arm linked with Maik, your new colleague from Graphics, who—unlike some people—knew how to say please and thank you.

He was sweet, laughed at your jokes, and even helped you fix your lipstick when you smeared it earlier at the dinner. The evening was a swirl of music, clinking glasses, and camera flashes. And you were determined to enjoy it.

That was, until he showed up. Michael Kaiser entered the ballroom like a storm, wrapped in velvet. Dressed in a sleek navy suit that matched his eyes and made every woman in the room turn their heads. But his eyes? They were locked on you.

You saw his jaw tick when he noticed your hand still on Maik’s arm. And just like that, you felt the temperature shift.

—---

“I didn’t realize you were so close with Maik,” Kaiser said, casually sliding next to you at the open bar later, his tone a little too light.

“Didn’t realize it mattered to you,” you replied coldly, sipping your drink.

His smile didn’t reach his eyes. “It doesn’t. Just weird seeing you with someone less talented.”

You raised a brow. “Funny, Maik doesn’t scream at me for not folding his socks or not packing his stuff correctly, when it clearly isnt my duty to do so.”

He stepped closer, crowding your space slightly. “That’s all it takes to impress you?”

“Jealousy doesn’t suit you, Kaiser. In fact it makes you look really ugly”

“I’m not jealous.”

“You’re always jealous.”

He leaned down until his voice was just above a whisper. “Only when it comes to you.”

You blinked. Now it was finally enough. You stood up, thanked the bartender and grabbed the small evening bag delicately decorated with blue crystals. You were just about to go back to Maik, when a hand grabbed your, in satin gloves wrapped, hand.

“Why do you think there was only one room booked in Berlin?”

Your mouth went dry. “What? I don't have time for your games anymore!”

He stared at you, a rare seriousness softening his arrogance. “I booked it like that. Told the staff to say it was a mistake. I wanted you close. Even if I had to pretend it was an accident.”

You stared at him, the full weight of his confession settling on your chest.

“That’s so messed up.”, you looked at him with astonishment and simultaneous horror.

“I know.” He exhaled. “But I didn’t know how else to keep you near me. I didn’t know how to.....to say it.”

“Say what, Michael? Say what? IT'S ENOUGH FOR ME! Can you finally get this into your head? Your arrogance, your selfishness… you're really the last one!”

He hesitated, then looked away—like even he was afraid of what he was about to admit.

“That I want you. That I’ve wanted you. I thought it was just ego. But it’s not. It’s you. I miss the way you’d roll your eyes at me when I bragged. I miss the way you'd edit my clips like you actually saw me, not just the version I pretend to be.”

Your heart beat like thunder in your ears. What was that about? Was he drunk or why did he say something like that?

“And I hated seeing you with someone else tonight...I hate not having you around all the time, let alone the new chick they put by my side instead of you.” he continued, voice raw now. “Because for the first time, you werent there you know.... I realized—I don’t want to just win. I want to win with you.”

There was a pause. Thick. Charged. Real. Then, you scoffed angrily but somewhat softly. “That is the dumbest, most manipulative confession I’ve ever heard. You can't just tell me that you want me when you do the most impossible things to me every day…do you understand that?”

He tilted his head. “But?”

You stepped closer. “But you are stupidly hot in a suit.”

His smirk returned, slow and sinful. “Wanna ditch the party?”

“No, I still have one more dance with Maik,” you said nonchalantly, as if you didn’t care. On the contrary, there was chaos inside. Questions after questions about what he had just said.

He looked at you dumbfounded. Didn't he just express his affection for you? And all you had to say, was about Maik. He became angry. He grabbed a champagne glass and squished himself onto the crowded terrace.

Served him right, you thought as you danced the last dance of the evening in Maik's arms, under the softly glowing light of the chandelier's candles.

The evening was coming to an end and Maik had said goodbye. You were standing all alone, snuggled up in your fluffy evening coat, in front of the ballroom stairs when a butler came towards you. "Miss y/n, your limousine has arrived."

“Which limousine,” you ask, visibly confused. "Mr. Kaiser, she provided it to you and instructed me to bring you safely to the hotel," said the butler stoically. Actually, you didn't want that. But since there was no other way to get home, you had to accept Michael's offer, willy-nilly.

��---

When we arrived at the hotel, we brought you the room key and assured you that your luggage was already waiting for you. When you opened the door, not only was your green suitcase waiting for you, but also Kaiser.

"Oh please don't…that can't be true. Were our bookings put together again?" Pause, then you realized "You! You did that! Just like you did in Berlin", you scolded him.

The hotel room door clicked shut behind you with a soft thud.

Kaiser had tossed his jacket on the chair. His shoulders rose and fell in a slow breath, like he was trying to compose himself.

You didn’t speak yet. Neither did he. The air was thick with everything left unsaid over the past few weeks. The fights. The distance. The heat. Right now it wasn't about your argument anymore. Right now it was about so much more.

But instead of grabbing you like he did earlier—like you half expected—he did something else. He walked to his overnight bag and pulled out a small, black velvet box.

Your heart froze.He turned and held it out without a word.

“What is this?” you asked, slowly stepping forward.

He opened it. Inside sat a thin silver bracelet, delicate but sleek. Not flashy. Not loud. Elegant. And unmistakably you. The words “Mein Liebling” were engraved on the back.

“I saw it before the last away game,” he said, voice quieter than usual. “Was going to give it to you when we won, appreciate your effort you know. But then we fought. And then you left.”

You swallowed hard.

“I didn’t know how to say sorry,” he continued, meeting your eyes. “But I figured maybe this would help.”

You looked at him—really looked at him. For once, he wasn’t performing. No smirk. No bravado. Just Michael.

You stepped forward and took the bracelet, letting your fingers brush his. “Thank you,” you whispered. “It’s…perfect.” So he appreciated it…that blew your mind. Behind his impossible facade, he didn't care. He didn't care about you and this new realization shocked you.

He nodded, jaw tense. “I didn’t want to lose you.”

“You didn’t?,” you said gently.Something flickered in his eyes—relief, maybe. Or maybe it was desire. You weren’t sure anymore, not when his hand suddenly found your hip.

“You drive me insane,” he murmured, voice low, his forehead against yours now.

“Likewise.”

You began to kiss him. Slow, deliberate. His lips tasted faintly of wine and apology. His hands slid around your waist, pulling you flush against him. There was no hesitation now—just months of tension finally snapping in place like a stretched rubber band.

Clothes came off in between kisses and muttered swears in German, his voice husky as he murmured your name against your neck, like it was sacred.

He lifted you gently, laying you back on the bed with surprising care for someone so cocky. “You sure?” he asked, hovering over you, gaze intense.

You nodded, whispering, “I’ve never been more sure.”

And then his mouth was on yours again, hands exploring, memorizing. He was confident, yes—but with you, he was present. Every touch was slow. Every glance meaningful. The passion wasn’t just heat—it was release. From all the frustration, all the miscommunication, all the bottled-up feelings neither of you dared speak aloud.

Later, when you were curled up beside him, wrapped in the sheets, he traced lazy circles on your back with his fingertips.

“Promise me something,” he said quietly.

“What?”

“If I ever act like an idiot again—”

You raised a brow. “When.”

He chuckled. “Fine. When. Just remind me how it feels to have you not beside me and how it feels when you forgive me.”

You grinned sleepily. “You really are the worst.”

“And yet…” he kissed your shoulder, smirking against your skin, “you’re still in my bed.”

You buried your face into his chest, laughing softly. “Shut up, Kaiser.”

“I’ll try,” he murmured, holding you tighter, “but only because I really don’t want to ruin this. I dont want to see again from the sidelines, what I could have had”

[cheesecakemermaid1048]

Since the title screen takes inspiration from the painting"Garden of earthly delight", mostly the middle panel.I am hoping the second part of the update takes some inspiration from the fourth/final part.I can see them incorporating the frozen lake and (now)broken heart.

[raainberry]

Moonflower - II

« In literature, the moonflower has been used as a symbol of love, mystery, and enchantment. »

Sana x gn!reader

Not fluff, not angst, but a secret third thing

synopsis - your job is still flowers. she's still not sure how she got into this mess. but maybe you could get her out of it.

- part.I - part.III -

wordcount - 1.8K

TW - like one (1) soft cuss word

A/N - i had to divide and rearrange what i’d written in the drafts for pt.2 bc it was so long so now its a three parter. you can expect it shortly🤭

Truth was, Sana had been looking for a way to break off this engagement.

A quick, effective and good reason.

She wasn’t necessarily proud of it, but cheating was at the top of her list. It had all gone too far anyway, leaving as the bad guy didn’t seem so bad to her anymore.

If anything it was the best way to go.

If she wanted to leave it all behind for good, this was the way to do it. No one would want a cheater back, right?

In the past couple of weeks, she’d thought of a few ways to do it. Kissing a stranger at a bar, sleeping with a cute encounter at the club, blaming either on the alcohol or even the other person… all classics that appealed to her, but not enough to make her act on the thoughts.

No, those were too easy. Too nice.

She needed more.

She’d lost too much in this wedding embush. She felt trapped in a relationship that should have ended weeks before that damn proposal. If only she hadn’t been such a coward…

She was done with that act, though. Something in her snapped as soon as she realised just how deep into this mess she was.

It was the day she had been monopolized to taste-test tens of different cake flavours. She couldn’t tell you if it was due to the amount of sugar she ingested, or because of having to witness her fiancé and mother-in-law act more couply than she ever did with him… but she had never felt so nauseous in her life.

That night, her bathroom mirror bore witness to her tears as she cried for a good hour.

She hadn’t even meant to. Seeing her own reflection so worn out and unfamiliar was enough to push her over the edge. The tears kept dragging themselves out through her labored breathing as she desperately tried to stay quiet.

The last thing she needed was for anyone, much less her so called fiancé, to see her so miserable. Even she didn’t want to see it, which didn’t help her case at all as part of the many reasons she was crying.

It was a weird, twisted vicious cycle. All of it. Something she could only escape through sleep.

The next day she woke up feeling revengeful. Like the self-pity had drained down the sink along with her tears. She was set on walking away from it all, she just had to figure out how.

Her escape needed a perfect plan. A grandiose one that would cause utter chaos and misery, matching that mix her life had turned into because of it all.

That morning, her bathroom mirror bore witness to her most vile promise to date.

She wanted to ruin it all.

She was going to ruin it all.

And she needed to enjoy the fall.

-

Simply sleeping with someone wasn’t the way to do it.

But she did need someone else’s help.

She saw potential in you. In other words, she noticed the way you looked at her. You were cute, seemed reliable—easily charmed, sure— but just as charming, which she looked at as a redeeming trait.

Should you accept it, she figured you’d make a great partner in crime.

“What are you doing this weekend?” She had asked before leaving your flower shop empty handed.

She wasn’t surprised when you actually did accept, and met her at a coffee shop she’d suggested in order to think up a plan.

You never thought you’d ever have to brainstorm ways to effectively ruin a wedding. It’s not a common expectation in one’s life, but that’s what made it exciting.

Weirdly exciting.

You knew this was wrong to some extent, but it was for the greater good. That’s what you kept repeating to yourself every now and then. It was reassuring.

“So the best thing we have is basically running away.”

You stared at the sheet of paper in front of you, all scribbled with options, some circled, some wiped out, some straight up barred… There barely was a blank space left, and the most visible part were two underlined words written in a corner.

“Run away.”

Sana felt her chest tightening as she read the words over and over.

Run away, her mind echoed.

They sounded too familiar. It was loud, overwhelming with each resonance, she was suffocating at the mere sight of the idea.

She didn’t like it. It sounded weak and cowardly, like everything she didn’t want to be anymore.

Surely, there was another way. There had to be.

“Sana?” You called out, noticing her trance.

Placing your fingers in between the subject and her eyes, you snapped them.

Her eyes felt dry, letting her know she hadn’t blinked in a while. That caused her eyelids to flutter as she turned to look at you.

“Are you alright?” You raised an eyebrow.

This was new. Granted you’d only met her a few days prior, but still. She’d showcased such a range of emotions already…

“Yeah. Just…” She looked back at the paper on top of the table. “Do you really have no other idea?”

You glanced back at the words too, hoping to see something that would enlighten you about her behavior. However you only saw the most obvious staring back at you.

This was the only way. The only sane one at least.

You looked back at her, and the silent pleas of her gaze caught you off guard. The sight made you want to lie again. Maybe her eyes would return to the vibrant brown they sported when she asked to meet you here.

“I don’t… have anything else in mind.” The truth came out your lips, hesitant but victorious.

False hope was probably the last thing she needed at the moment. It was the right thing to say. So why did her reaction feel so wrong to see?

You watched, uneasy as she let out a defeated sigh. You swore you’d seen her pout before she stood up and left the booth you’d been sitting in for the last couple of hours.

Startled, you jumped to your feet and left an amount of cash on the table that hopefully surpassed the actual bill before hurrying after her.

“Wait! Where are you going?” You called out as you pushed the exit door open.

She was way ahead of you already. Enough to make you think she was running away from you

Ironic.

You were convinced she was, and you only put that thought on hold because she actually turned back to you.

The world around you seemed to have stopped. Or maybe you just were in a slow part of town. The point was, you could only see her.

Yet again, you found yourself unable to do anything else other than respond to the way she pulled you in. Your feet took a few hesitant steps towards her, and you only followed. When they came to a halt, you could see her better.

The first thing you noticed were her strained features. Her furrowed eyebrows were a little blurry, but they looked awfully familiar. You’d seen that same expression up close just days ago, at the flower shop.

The sight had you racking your brain again, trying to remember the way you’d managed to see her smile. Had it been as hard as you found it now? You nearly gave yourself a headache, but the sound of her voice spared you.

“Thank you for trying, Y/N. But I think I’m just gonna go home.”

You felt your heart drop in your chest. You couldn’t help but scoff at what you’d heard, staring at her in as if she’d said the most sense-deprived words ever—which in a way she kind of had.

That was it? She was giving up already?

“Why?”

You didn’t mean to question her decision. All you did was as simple as the question itself. You only wondered, and externalised it.

She didn’t answer for a long while. Long enough to let you think she hadn’t heard you. And while you wondered whether or not the question had actually left your mind; she thought.

She thought about her answer, but nothing came up.

That in itself was an answer, no?

She took a deep breath, refueling her confidence enough to walk up to you. You could feel it surrounding her again, the bold and rebellious. It was shy, though. As if this time she did try to put on a façade.

Her steps slowed down as she reached you, leaving a couple feet in between the two of you. Now that she was even closer, you could tell she’s been holding herself back. You just didn’t know whether it was from crying or from actually running away.

“If I say I don’t know…” She started, and you looked at her expectantly. “I should go through with this, right?”

You blinked, your eyes not leaving hers as you lost yourself in them the longer you stared. You knew she wanted you to agree. She expected you to. And if you didn’t, she made sure you’d reconsider.

All with a single look.

That’s exactly how she got you here in the first place.

“Do you really need my input?” You asked, taking her aback. “You’re the one that put the idea on the table. It seems to me you’ve made your mind up.”

“Maybe I did.” She said, stepping close enough to grab the collar of your jacket. She feigned to fix it for you, barely throwing it a glance before meeting your eyes again.

They hadn’t left her, and a smile almost gave away her thoughts. Thankfully, you were too focused on trying to see those through the supposed windows of the soul.

What a load of crap. You couldn’t see a thing.

“Why would you write it down if you weren’t willing to actually consider it?” You asked, opting for the more straightforward way. No professional boundary could stop you now.

“I can consider it.” She said, tightening her grip on your collar. “I just don’t have the guts to do it alone.”

That didn’t sound too good. Or did it?

In all honesty, you felt a little excited at the idea of helping her. Almost as much as you felt nervous.

She was unpredictable, borderline manipulative. Your heart raced just hearing her speak, and knowing her words were directed at you… it was thrilling.

The good or bad kind of thrill; you couldn’t care less now that she stood this close to you. As dangerous as she could possibly be, you found yourself willing to risk it all to find out.

And if she wanted you to help her run away from her own wedding, then you would. A few questions asked, but you would.

So you let her climb into the passenger seat of your car, sighing as you held the door for her.

This might be your worst decision yet, but alas.

It was for the greater good.

[woozvc]

call you tonight

part.I

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synopsis— choi seungcheol and y/n I/n are always fighting for the first spot in their class. what happens when they stand for student council president elections against each other?

pairing — scoups x gn!reader

genre/s — smau, high school au, non idol au, fluff, angst, a lot of banter

warnings —cursing, brief mentions of family issues, jealousy, competition

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a/n — PART ONEEE. I already love cheolyn they're so dear to me I cannot T-T

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[yurnu]

Hello! I want to say that I really like your comics and creativity!

I started thinking that when Adam got to heaven he was not yet so sarcastic and rude, he watched with horror what Jesus experienced before the crucifixion.

Perhaps what he saw also affected his vision of people and how they began to finally rot.

Adam: God, what are they doing...? What are they doing to him...?

Adam, simply broken, looks from heaven at the torture of Jesus and grimaces, hearing his brother’s screams. To which God then pats Adam on the head.

God: It will all be over soon, Adam. He won't feel this pain anymore.

Adam: Bu- but they are torturing him! His friends, his disciples refused to recognize him, Iscariot betrayed him out of greed. Why must Jesus suffer for the sins of others!?

God: Jesus' death is necessary, Adam. To prevent humanity from falling into the severity of sin like those of the time before the flood, it is necessary for Jesus to die to save them from sin.

Adam: But it's unfair!

God: *sigh* Adam. I know you can question my methods, and see them as cruel. But I am a deity, a being different from you, from your descendants, I do not see the same thing that you see. My angels, I do not see you as equals, but as inferiors, toys, servants. They call themselves the pinnacle of perfection, when they are not. But they refuse to see it. I only see humans as interesting beings capable of seeing their mistakes, for the most part.I can only feel what you call "affection" toward you and Jesus, because it comes from a part of me. You from my tear, which gave you life. Jesus of my breath, which gave him his soul. But unfortunately, the suffering and sacrifice of Jesus is necessary to save humanity from sin. Because of Lucifer's arrogance.

Adam: *He could only lower his head, refusing to see God, refusing to see the state of Jesus when he was being nailed to the cross.*

Those bastards abandoned a friend, one of them sold him, Peter refused to recognize him when they asked him about him three times.

All those bastards were crying out for Jesus' suffering, throwing stones at him, shouting insults and slander.

When those bastards died, HE would welcome them into heaven and not in a warm way.

[inotcat04]

Hi!After almost two months I am back with the next part.I am sooooo sorry for not posting any writing stuff in almost two months.Burn out,procrastination and all the bad stuff in life has been pelting me restlessly lately but my 1 month break is coming soon so I hope I can write more then so for now enjoy this part.(Sorry if it is bad,I haven’t written anything for like the past month.)

Credits:Inspired by among the stars by @smol-vehvi (please read her work!)

Part 11

Many days past by in a blur.Through the rush of packing and reassurances from Jes about how she could do it and stuff,Mabel never got the chance to talk to Ford until the day they were scheduled to leave which made her sad but she figured he didn’t want to talk to her since he never came to start the conversation.Ford never talked to Mabel during this period of time.He was never a chatty person anyways,mostly waiting for others to begin before he did so he spent most of his time in the library researching about bill and trying to find ways to defeat him if there were any.

Finally,it came time for them to leave.Of course Mabel was weeping tears as she bid goodbye to Jes before leaving with Ford to begin their great adventure.

Ford flinched when the hard doors to the temple closed shut leaving him alone with his great niece for the first time.He looked down at the girl who he was now responsible for for the next week.Mabel was still wiping her remaining tears from her eyes and cheek,backpack on her back and was scared but excited for this adventure with Gruncle Ford.Ford,not really knowing how to react or comfort Mabel so reached out a hand to Mabel to try and give her comfort.”Thank you.” .She took his hand and they both set out to their new adventure.

—

During the start of their bonding trip,Mabel was the one who started most of their conversations and talk a lot while Ford mainally kept to himself which made Mabel a little sad that he wasn’t trying as hard to communicate as she was but nevertheless she continued and it didn’t take long for him to start cracking because of her charm.

Ford didn’t understand why he was opening up so quickly to Mabel. He usual took a while to do that but with her it seemed so easy. He was sharing stuff that he wouldn’t tell others so quickly and easily and he was incredibly baffled but in a way,didn’t really matter to him,anyway it surprisingly felt good to talk about things that had been on his mind for a long time and hearing someone say their own opinion.Along with Mabel having a lot of maturity about stuff,knowing when to be funny and serious and them having a lot in common than he realised made her nice company. He would even find himself talking about science research while Mabel knitted instead of the other way around where Mabel would talk his ear off while he wrote in his journal he had for two years at the moment.

Life out in the multiverse with Mabel was nice until it was not.

—

“Gruncle Ford!What do you mean we have to in this slime until we reach a portal hub?This slime is up to chest!”Mabel shouted at Ford when they reached a river bank full of slime and told her to go inside it.

They were stuck in a forest,the afternoon sun blazing on them making them feel hot and tanned.The slime glistened in the river,neon green looking as icky as ever.The trees lined the sides of the river bank making it look eerily scary.”Well Mabel,unless you want to stay there until the slime grows even higher,i suggest you get into the slime.”Ford said matter of factly and proceeded to go into the slime which reached up to his stomach.He made a disgusted and an uncomforted face when he realised that the slime stuck to his body and skin before waiting for Mabel to do the same but she wasn’t having it.

”NO!I am standing here until either you or I find a solution that doesn’t involve me going into the portal!”Mabel proclaimed and proceeded to squat on the floor,waiting for another solution but there wasn’t.Ford gave her a pleading look but she wasn’t going to budge even as Ford’s face turned from pleading to anger.

‘Did he even look at the slime?It is so icky and slimy and it is definitely going to stain out already pitch black outfits into even darker shade of black that isn’t even possible.There has to be a solution that can get us out of this problem and in the process can make Gruncle Ford impressed with me.’ Mabel thought and began looking through solutions but no matter how long she squatted there,there wasn’t a solution to this problem.

They couldn’t grappling hook out of the slime since the trees around them were too brittle and thin for them to hold her weight let alone the both of them.Couldn’t open a portal since there were no portal hubs nearby and the one they wanted to go to was too far to connect to.Unfortunately,there wasn’t any boat or something they could float on to get to the other side and to her knowledge about magic so far there wasn’t a spell that could transport them.Well none Jes had told her.Thinking about Jes still felt a pang in her heart but she was still happy to be on this trip with Ford even if it means being apart from Jes for a while.

Eventually,after running through potential solutions and getting her heart broken learning they couldn’t work,she got up and jump into the slime.The slime reaching up to her chest as she predicted.

At this point,Ford was both relieved yet angry at the fact that Mabel made them off schedule by 30 minutes but at least she had finally come to her senses and listened to him.He started walking off with Mabel following him behind slowly.

—

They both finally start their trek to the portal hub and after a while Mabel decided to chat with Ford about anything to pass the sucky time of having their clothes stained and having to walk through slime but when she turned to look at Ford,she realised that he wasn’t there but instead behind her which was weird because he usually liked to be right next to her now that they had been travelling for a while.

“Gruncle Ford?”

There wasn’t a responds

“Gruncle Ford this is serious.Where are you?”

Silence

She stood still until a hurricane of thoughts came her way and crashed into her like a boulder.

‘Where is Gruncle Ford?’ ‘Is he dead?’ ‘Is he alright?’

Then she was running and running until she saw him.

Ford’s eye were closed shut,hands over his ears,clenched,and for the first time since Mabel saw him he looked scared.

“Gruncle Ford?Are you alright?I thought you died!”

She came in for a hug but all she got was a loud shush that echoed around them and a shove so hard that made her almost lose her balance but Mabel wasn’t going to give up so easily,she need an answer.

“Ford,Please tell me what is going on.I can help you.”

“SHUT UP!”

—

It echoed through the forest making birds fly away from where they sat,leaving Mabel feeling hurt.Then Mabel felt mad,she was already mad about the slime staining her clothes and the stickiness of it now this.She tuned her head and spotted the end of the long had one thick pink tree,that she didn’t see previously,that she could use for them to not have to walk in the slime anymore.

‘That is probably a trap…Oh well,at least we don’t have to stay in here for much longer.’

Mabel got out her grappling hook and shot it out,hitting bulls eye to a sturdy branch on the tree and was about to ride it but remember Ford was still there too.She decided to just tied the both of them to the grappling hook and then shoot because it was clear he didn’t want to be touched and talked to.Mabel retracted the grappling hook and they both went flying to the branch which then they climbed down and Mabel decided to set up camp on the ground and call it a day because it seemed like Ford wasn’t keen on continuing the trek to the portal hub anymore.

They both cleaned themselves up with new clothes and wiped any excess slime with one of Mabel’s bandannas and began collecting firewood for the fire they were going to set up since it was growing dark and they both didn’t want to be cold.They did that all in silence since the both of them didn’t want to talk either to anyone or eachother at that moment.

—

The night was dark and tense that night,the only light coming only from the fire that was being kept alive by Mabel as she softly poked at it,her mind clearly somewhere else while Ford was head deep in his journal writing away.

‘RIPPPPPPPPPPPPP’

Mabel looked up and saw him write down something on his now torn piece of paper and sliding it towards her with a pen stuck to it.

—

‘Dear Mabel,I am sorry i shouted at you in the river.I don’t know why i get like this but sometimes loud and shrill noises,textures and things can effect me more than normal people do and i get into these kind of modes of fear,anger,sadness and then i lash out at anyone that come close or makes contact with me then i go mute because i am not in the mood to talk.Unfortunately today that person was you and i lashed out at you.I am sorry i act like this and trust me i wanted to be normal but i don’t know how change me,i am just different,always has been but that doesn’t excuse me lashing out on you like that so i am sorry.Love,Ford.’

—

Mabel looked up to Gruncle Ford after reading the letter.He was fiddling with one of his other pens,glancing up and down at Mabel before she ran over to give him a bear hug as a apology and acceptance of his apologise.Gruncle Ford was very happy that his great niece was very accepting of his outburst saying that he almost physically hurt her and shouted at her and she continued chatting with him while he wrote back since he still wasn’t that keen on talking.

In that moment,he was very grateful in that moment for someone out there to let him have a chance at meeting Mabel.Even though it had only been a few days of him spending one to one time with her,he could tell she would have flourished on earth if it wasn’t for their circumstances and then something hit him.

’If Stan had never opened the portal when the twins were around,she would have never been sucked in.this is all Stans fault!’

But this time instead of blaming him,ford’s mind started thinking about his brother side of the story and,like a switch was flick,he realised if Mabel could forgive him,he could forgive Stan.Sure the situation wasn’t the same but he was sure that Mabel would flourish as much with him compared with her still being on earth.

He was going to read more into his thought and what made him think that way for the first time in his life when Mabel dosed down the fire,threw a blanker at Ford and ordered him to sleep. So thus they both went to sleep,dreaming about what would come the next day.

Hi!I hoped you enjoyed it.His outburst was actually inspired somewhat from mine.(I had mine at school recently,am sure going to get in trouble with it.)Anyways,hoped I did Ford’s autism justice.I like to do autism research for fun so I really hope I didn’t mess anything up.If anything is wrong though,please come and tell me!Anyways,I will hopefully be back soon!BYEEE!

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hiii!love your writings so much! And MBTI content is just *chef's kiss* :D I was wondering,what do you think Toji's relationship would be with an INTJ? as he wasn't included in that part.I hope this is ok to ask! Thank you :3 (and happy New Year ^^)

TOJI FUSHIGURO X INTJ

a/n : Heyy fellow INTJ @steppenwolfofslytherinhouse I hope you're doing great. Thank you for this request and I apologize for this very late update🥹. I hope really you like this one 🤍✨

Note: I promise I'm working on your requests, sorry for taking too long but life is kinda hectic and I'm struggling to find motivation. I appreciate your patience ♡⁠˖

Attracted to each other:

You initially started off as allies. Toji would be drawn to your sharp personality and you’d find his self-confidence that has no limits very attractive and appealing. Both of you have a shared intellect, highly relying on the power of mind and intuition, that would make things work easier that way, especially if you’re paired together to get work done. When engaging in debates, challenges and insightful conversations, a spark would ignite between both of you, realizing that you’re attracted to each other in a romantic way not just platonic. INTJs and Toji are highly compatible, almost in every aspect. You’re both determined, brave and independent. Despite being lone wolves, when you found each other you started feeling less lonely, finding comfort in each other’s company even though none of you dares to admit it. Funny how both INTJs and Toji are straightforward and honest individuals, but would never admit their feelings. You might view feelings as a weakness at first, afraid that it may restrict you, given that INTJs appreciate independence and freedom, but you grew to realize that you have the same way of thinking and you’re willing to give each other your needed space, so things would definitely work out between you. You show your interest in each other through challenges, constantly competing against each other. Teasing  and wittiness are your kind of romance, both of you having a smirk on your lips. You always know what to say though, you never offend or bring each other down. You know when and where to stop. INTJs may be seen as complex individuals, exposed to misunderstanding and judgment, however with Toji you’d feel completely understood, even on deep levels. The more you get closer to each other, the more Toji gets you, effortlessly reading you like an open book even though you’re mysterious and secretive. And vice versa. Both INTJs and Toji are good at reading the atmosphere and analyzing other’s body language or hidden meaning behind simple words.  You have a strong connection that rooted from your uniqueness. You and Toji would feel more attracted and draw to each other every time you dive more into each other’s details, your romance blossoms as you explore the intricacies of each other’s minds and hearts. It’s like a journey of discovery, navigating the complexities and mysteriousness that you both carry.

[ifitsagirlphebeifitsaboyphoebo]

Is it just me or did anyone else fast forward through the first half of Salaar except for the beginning Varadeva portions... I honestly can't remember much of it except this one scene where Deva plays with kids and then remembers Varadha. I absolutely loved the second half no doubt but it was really tough for me to watch Shruti Hassan roam around cluelessly for the better part.I mean Prashanth, I get that there needs to be a preclude to get to the back story but bro... We could've had a solid two hours of 2010 Varadeva action.