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full name: sebastian 'bash' ashley owens nicknames: bash, baz, zebby gender / pronouns: trans man, he/him age & birthday: 27, december 27th occupation: dealer, con artist, thief gang affiliation: the jade tribe, soldier orientation & status: bisexual kinsey scale 3, single strengths: witty, bold, resilient, charismatic weaknesses: mischievous, reckless, manipulative character inspo: ziggy sobotka (the wire), ashtray (euphoria), jesse pinkman (breaking bad), stiles stilinski (teen wolf), carl gallagher (shameless us),

diving deeper -

*     ◟    :    〔   elliot fletcher ,      trans man  +   he/him   〕  SEBASTIAN ‘BASH’ OWENS,      some say you’re a  TWENTY SIX YEAR OLD  lost soul among the neon lights.      known for being both   WITTY and RECKLESS,  one can’t help but think of  CHOKE  by   I DON’T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME when you walk by.    are you still a    SOLDIER, DEALER    at    JADE TRIBE ,     even with your reputation as the THE DIRTBAG?     i think we’ll be seeing more of you and    PICKING FIGHTS THAT HE CAN’T WIN, A HEALTHY DISTATE FOR AUTHORITY, QUIET CONVERSATIONS AND TRANSACTIONS IN DARK CORNERS,    although we can’t help but think of ZIGGY SOBOTKA (THE WIRE), ASHTRAY (EUPHORIA), and JESSE PINKMAN (BREAKING BAD) whenever we see you down these rainy streets.   

BACKGROUND.

tw: death, drugs, body dysmorphia

he crawled straight out of the trash piles of fresh kills landfill in staten island, new york. at least that was the running joke in the family. it wasn't a broken home, nor were his parents bad. his sister was normal. as far as he knew, his father was a good guy firefighter until he passed away. anytime bash thinks about it, he has to wonder what the hell was wrong with him.

from the moment he could walk he was causing trouble. constantly doing stunts, climbing things, fighting with whoever was available, making messes, etc. this only got worse as he got older, constantly exhausting his widowed mother even more. he loved her, don't get him wrong, but he couldn't help it - he lived for the rush of it all and he loved to party.

to their mother's benefit - she tried to get him some help and it worked for something. he found out why he'd always felt wrong in his own skin and one of the reasons he felt off all the time. that counselor helped set bash on the path to come out and begin hormone therapy and puberty blockers. however, that didn't change his rebellious and overall mischievous nature - though it did give him confidence and esteem where he didn't have it before.

eventually he graduated high school, the one thing he promised his mother and he had to admit he wanted to give her at least one thing to be proud about. it was likely the last thing. for his eighteenth birthday she gave him boxes, wishing him the best but it was time for him to be his own problem and learn some responsibility (that's yet to be seen)

he fell in with the jade tribe quick, to be honest it was the first place he felt like he fit in. bash loved it. he feels like he's on the top of the world and every time he does a job it only adds to the rush.

bash is good at pushing product, he's been doing quick change transactions with cash since he was a teenager so he's only gotten better at that. he's always trying to take it to the next level, constantly out and about, at social events, making sure he's always available.

he still does a lot of stupid stuff to get laughs out of people. also has a bad habit of picking fights with people that he won't win. he's a scrappy kid but he's well aware that he looks like a sick victorian child on the best of days - that's why he's gotten really good at running. he's often cracking jokes, he's aggressive when it comes to selling product, and he loves to push buttons.

currently he doesn't have an end goal, he just wants to do his job well and keep having a good time. he still drops by to see his mom, give her some money when he can but she knows it's coming from somewhere suspicious so she often turns it down. other than that he's living his best life and trying to raise a little hell everywhere he goes.

QUICK CONNECTIONS.

people he annoys

people to get in fights with

childhood friends

casual relationships

platonic sleep buddies

places he crashes when he doesn't want to be alone

clients

party buddies

squad

HEADCANONS.

doesn't like to sleep alone so if he isn't able to get someone home with him (platonic or not) he will sleep on the couch or try to crash at a friends house.

not great at fighting but he tries anyways - part of this comes from struggling to build muscle mass consistently due to a high metabolism

in the same breath, he is almost always eating - talks about food a lot

more to come

[lychniis]

# ― FLOS ANTHALOGY ( 100 FOLLOW EVENT ) [ CLOSED ]

↷ multiple characters x reader | event masterlist

利口な君は夢を見た儘, 悟った振りで水を注いだ

DISCLAIMERS !!

I DO NOT OWN THE characters mentioned, with them belonging to their original creators. the above image was taken from pinterest. however, i will not tolerate plagiarism of any kind of this work. please do not steal / repost / copy my work onto this or other websites and if you find it anywhere else ( save tumblr, quotev or ao3 ) then kindly let me know.

RULES !!

✧ — i will accept sfw + nsfw works for the following fandoms : ( i ) GENSHIN IMPACT ; ( ii ) DEMON SLAYER ; ( iii ) ATTACK ON TITAN.

✧ — once a prompt has been requested, it cannot be requested again in the same fandom. bouquet prompts are an exception though just as long as you don't use the same prompt combinations. the genres accepted are fluff, angst, hurt / comfort / no comfort, crack.

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✧ — please use the following format while requesting :

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✧ — characters i am comfortable writing for reference :

genshin impact : zhongli, diluc, kaeya, childe, yelan, ningguang, shenhe, xiao, kazuha, itto, ei + the fatui harbingers.

demon slayer : kyojuro rengoku, shinobu kocho, sanemi shinazaguwa, tanjiro kamado, akaza, kokushibo, douma.

attack on titan : levi ackerman, mikasa ackerman, jean kirstein, hange zoe, eren jaeger, armin arlet.

✧ — i will be taking requests now and start with answering them after my tests are over and done with > . < !!! till then thank you guys for your support!

PROMPTS !!

acacia ― beauty in retirement

acorn ― your love is reciprocated

anemone ― forsaken

arbutus ― i love you

azalea ― take care of yourself for me

begonia ― beware

bells of ireland ― good luck

cactus ― endurance / strength

pink camellia ― longing for you

red camellia ― you're a flame in my heart

white camellia ― you're adorable

general carnation ― fascination / i find you fascinating

pink carnation ― i'll never forget you

red carnation ― my heart aches for you, admiration

purple carnation ― capriciousness / how bold of you

yellow carnation ― you have disappointed me

cyclamen ― good bye / i can't stop you

daffodil ― the sun is always shining when i'm with you

daisy ― loyalty / i will stay by your side

fern ― shelter / let me protect you

flax ― domesticity

forsythia ― anticipation / i await you / i await something

gardenia ― secret love

gladioli ― i'm really sincere

lavender heather ― solitude / i need space

purple hyacinth ― please forgive me

white hyacinth ― loveliness / i'll pray for you

yellow hyacinth ― jealousy

hydrangea ― frigidity / heartlessness

iris ― your friendship means so much to me

ivy ― wedded love / fidelity

ivy sprig with white tendrils ― anxious to please / anything for you

jonquil ― affection returned / desire / i'll give you attention

orange lily ― hatred / i revile you

white lily ― it's heavenly to be with you

yellow lily ― i'm walking on air

daylily ― flirtation

lily of the valley ― sweetness / you've made my life complete

marigold ― grief

mistletoe ― kiss me / affection

monkhood ― beware, a deadly foe is near

narcissus ― stay as sweet as you are

nasturtium ― conquest, victory in battle

petunia ― your presence soothes me

white poppy ― consolation / you'll be okay

yellow poppy ― wealth, success

primrose ― i can't live without you

tea rose ― i'll remember always

white rose ― you're heavenly

stephanotis ― desire to travel

stock ― you'll always be beautiful to me

sweetpea ― departure, thank you for a lovely time

red tulip ― declaration of love / confession

yellow tulip ― there's sunshine in your smile

violets ― i'll always be there

viscaria ― will you dance with me?

magenta zinnia ― lasting affection / always and forever

scarlet zinnia ― constancy / routines

yellow zinnia ― daily remembrance

© lychniis 2022. do no plagiarize, repost or rework this piece.

[inks-books]

Please im begging you to tell me more about these alchemists

AAAHHHHHHH okokokokok so here's what I said in the tags for those that missed it:

#I have a race of people called the star-skinned alchemists that have the constellations reflected in their skin. #And they use that to align their alchemical transmutations with the stars so that they work properly #so their constellations are constantly moving. And their blood is made up of philosopher stone material #And that's where the stuff originated from. And why it's usually red in color. The way you make a philosopher stone is to #get a drop of blood from one of them #and mix it with your own so that no one else can use it #but they are very protective of their blood and don't let this happen often #They are often mistaken for angels or gods because they have many forms. Like biblical angel kinds #not just humans with wings #idk I just love them they're really cool #imo #Sorry this was derailed from what you originally asked but I wanted to ramble about them. They don't get enough love in my book yet.

(a LOT) more below the cut:

So they're based off of ancient Chinese alchemy where I read in some footnote you needed to align your transmutation circle up with the stars in order for it work properly in certain circumstances and I saw this picture by Len-yan on Deviant art on Pinterest (did a reverse image search to find the original) (also found here on Tumblr) (and this picture too) and got really inspired to build off of this idea that people could walk around with this star and galaxy skin tones - like imagine if you will the God's eye nebula on someone's chest and the constellations inside it just circling around their skin as they move to align themselves with the universe, and another person walking around with the milky way across their FACE like freckles!!!

Then I was like "Well just seeing them as humans with wings is kind of boring, what if they could take on any kind of shape and their mark was the star-skin was their trademark?" and I just ran with it from there. I have one that's basically all eyes and wings. I have some that take on the half human half animal form like the Egyptian gods - Apep shows up at one point and gets addicted to an Alkahest (the perfect solvent that can dissolve even magic and the veil between the worlds itself if it's channeled properly. It's like crack to them - they're the only ones that can destroy it by letting it interact with their blood) and he attacks Gabriel, another star-skinned alchemist, who's trying to prevent him from going on another chaotic spree like he did in ancient Egypt.

BUT BASICALLY

The star skinned alchemists - also known as Anunnaki [uh-NOON-uh-KAI], nephilim, deities, angels, demons, etc. - were the original alchemists that came and spread knowledge of Alchemy to magic and nonmagic kind alike. Capable of transmuting without a circle or any ingredients, they are very powerful alchemists. Sometimes they take on the appearance of humanoid people with wings or horns or even human/creature hybrids or various other combinations. 

Because their skin holds the traced constellations of the night sky, they are their own planetary alignment. Since they live considerably longer than humans, though are not immortal, many cultures saw them as deities. Often times, their descendants would be a mix of human and Anunnaki, being given the name Nephilim. Though the Nephilim were still powerful, they were considerably less powerful than the Anunnaki themselves. The humans even less so, though there were a few fairly talented humans. 

There were, in recorded history, only a small handful of non-Anunnaki that were granted the power of the original Alchemists. This came in the form of a philosopher's stone. A philosopher's stone is a stone made of the blood of an Anunnaki. This is the very substance that allows them to create, deconstruct, and perform alchemic transmutations so easily. The blood of the Anunnaki is mixed with the user in question to form a crystalized stone, as well as make it impossible for anyone else to use the stone, aside from the two whose blood it contains. Merlin was one of these users granted a philosopher's stone. Moses was another alchemist permitted this honor.

My character Rodney is Chinese-Asian and uses Alchemy as he is a descendant of the Anunnaki, and through using Qi he is able to eventually transmute without using crystals. See, alchemy can be learned by anyone with the ability to control their Qi. The more in tune with it you are, the better you can control your Qi. It's an everyman's magic, but you can't perform spells with alchemy, just transmute things from one state to another. You can create things with it, but you can't bespell someone with it. However those who don't have constellations on their skin have to align themselves with the planetary alignment by using crystals with metal embedded in them.

This allows them to:

Store information in the crystal such as a transmutation circle for a particular element or specific mutation

Use the planet's magnetic field to align the crystal

Transmute on the spot without having to draw a transmutation circle and gather ingredients to make it work.

That being said, when Rodney's disguise spell (that made him look human in the non-magic world) is broken and he is revealed to be part Anunnaki, he is able to transmute without crystals and becomes a very powerful Dai-Ne that becomes one of the few people in history granted the use of a philosopher's stone (his blood isn't pure enough to create a real one on his own) from the Anunnaki to eradicate the Alkahest!

Then there's the Alkahest itself which can only be contained by imbuing it with your blood much like that of the Anunnaki and their philosopher stone blood. But it eventually begins to eat away at you. You can only last as long as you can normally without food and water. Humans will only last a few days should they create an Alkahest, because anything you consume is destroyed by said solvent before you can digest it. Elves can last 2 months if they're lucky, but most other creatures have about a few days to a few weeks.

Soren, my half elf who is half inuit half irish descent, creates an Alkahest because everyone is taken from him in an instant and he vows revenge. He leaves a trail of Alkahest behind him as he goes on a killing spree and this attracts the attention of Apep who learns about the creation of the Alkahest from the other Dai-Ne looking for help on how to stop it before it destroys everything in its wake.

And that's when Apep and Gabriel start fighting to try and gain control of the Alkahest before the other does. But they only show up in book 3 and 4 in passing and aren't a huge part of my story. I really want to give them a bigger role because I really love them and think they could be a cool plot point to go over. But there's so much going on in the world at the time they show up that they don't really get the spot light for long and it is sad.

Sorry for the tangent! I just really like this aspect of my characters and books.

[quietimtryingtostudy]

Hi! I messed up a lot in eleventh and am really not in a good mental place rn, I'm really good with tech though and was intially preparing to head abroad but can't do so anymore cause my average in my junior yr was like rlly low. So stuck w trying to prep for JEE and have already dropped my coaching - was in sankalp @fiitjee, and just couldn't handle the obnoxiously poor teaching there anymore. I'm with like private JEE coaching directly from Delhi/Kota rn that happens online but frankly I have sm sm backlog I just don't know if I'll be able to crack it. Also, in regular schooling obvi, which is a completely different pain in the a**.

Any tips/tricks/ideas on how to get into a good uni here (DTU, IIITs, BITS, etectera like anything with decent ranking so that I could still try for outside for my masters again with?)

Tysm, have been following your blog for a while and love your daily posts, they really do motivate me to head to the study table : ))

Hey anon,

First of all, I'd like you to take a deep breath and let go of your worries and stress, just for a moment. Tell them to come back in a couple minutes ;)

You have something that I don't have now, and it's something that I wish for- you have time. Realising in 12th that you have to work hard is not too late. You still can work hard and drastically improve your performance in the real JEE Mains exam.

I don't want to give you a big lecture on being motivated and fighting for yourself by studying, though that is something that you should do- fight for yourself.

Even if your 11th went absolutely horribly, you can still turn things around. I have seen people, classmates, who completely changed their scores and performance, by practising rigorously and strengthening their concepts. They were people from whom I did not expect to see 97+ percentile, but they got it- and they deserved it too.

(also there's plenty of motivation videos on youtube and pinterest, sometimes they do help, so you can go to them- just be mindful of the time you'll spend watching them)

Some tips I'll give for working on your performance:

Give mock exams. Yes, even if they're going absolutely shittily.

Analyse your mocks question by question- if it was correct, incorrect, or unattempted. Incorrect or unattempted because you made a silly mistake, had forgotten the concept, or did not know the concept at all.

Work hard but also take breaks- getting burnt out only hurts you, your health (both mental and physical) and your efficiency

You have to have confidence, and believe in yourself- I am putting in the effort, I am working hard- this itself will help your progress (tried and tested)

NCERT is literally God for Chemistry for exams like JEE Mains. Physics and Maths require a lot of practise- you can use PYQ's for all of these, and can access plenty of practise sheets from yout own institute and the web too.

Keep practising, keep revising concepts.

Keep up with whatever they're teaching in your institute. Trying to catch up with backlog while letting the current topics go, will not be helpful. Catch up with the backlog on the weekends, or whenever you get even 20 minutes spare time.

Make a timetable. And if that doesn't work, just be consistent in your studies- tell yourself to study for at least 4 hours other than school and coaching (it's going to be tough, you can set your own goals, this was just an example)

Note- I have to say, keeping up with school studies is important too, because it gets you material to study from for the boards. There's some friends of mine who are now ineligible for appearing for JEE Advance because they did not clear the 75% Boards cutoff, even though they got 90+ percentile in JEE Mains.

See if you have Delhi domicile, still you need 96+ percentile to have a chance at getting IIITD, DTU, NSUT, IGDTUW

BITS is an exam that requires speed and efficiency and immense knowledge. It's got 130 questions, +3, 0 and -1 marking, and has to be completed in 3 hours. It's very competitive, and you need to practise pyq's and work on your speed for that, from what I've heard.

Ah. Well. I hope this post covered the questions you had! If it didn't, feel free to send another ask or even message me, whatever you want. (Sorry for answering this anon after a day heh, I wanted to think things through before posting the answer)

And thank you so much for following me :) I'm glad that my posts help you get motivated to study (PS: They help me get motivated to study too)

Keep working, happily, anon! <3

[frostcorpsclub]

🍑,🍍,🥃,🍰,🍆,🍕 all for Suzy!

What sort of traits does your OC look for in a Significant Other?

Suzy wants someone who can take charge, who knows what they want and makes sure that they get it. Most importantly they need to be able to lead. If you recall this post: https://www.tumblr.com/frostcorpsclub/709341360964206592/suzy-is-the-bimbo-queen-of-course-but-shes-also?source=share

Suzy doesn't plan much beyond the point where she's reached an equilibirum of power and stability. She's a bit like a cat landing on her feet, adrenaline making her evil little braincells rub together when she needs to complete a task.

Basically, she wants someone to tell her what to do who she sees as WORTHY of telling her what to do.

Where does your OC feel most comfortable?

In her bed. Cliche but many of her biggest life events happened in one.

Her father was carted off in the middle of the night as she slept. She laid in bed looking out the window, waiting for Jack after their first meeting. A bed of snow was where Jack laid her after she was turned. She gave birth to all her children in bed. It's where she wakes up every day to see that her life isn't just a dream and her giant husband really is there taking up 85% of it <3 <3 <3

If your OC was in this universe, what would be their favourite show/book/band/social media platform?

OOOU this was a fun challenge! I need to read more books to decide the second one.

Show: Orange Is The New Black, she would have the biggest crush on Pornstache (George Mendez) and basically not watch any episode he wasn't in. She's not watching it for the story.

Band: Anne Murray is her favorite solo singer. As for a band probably the Carpenters!

Social Media: Pinterest! Pretty pictures! Recipes!

What's something your OC counts as unforgivable?

Choosing someone over her. In any way really but most of all in romantic endavours. She loves to feel special. You know those typical stories of a man leaving his wife and kids for his mistress, becoming completely obsessed with her like he never had a life before? If Suzy wasn't married she'd be that woman. In a more relevant sense, lets say you're Suzy's friend and she gets into a fight with a mutual friend of you both. If you pick the other friend or "don't pick a side" you'll become the scum of the earth to her.

Does your OC have any favourite form of affection, physical or otherwise?

A mix of physical and verbal! Praising her is the easiest way for her partner to soothe her and get her in a vulnerable position, especially if they're holding her while they do it. She likes feeling like the cat villains have their lap, their favorite minion, etc.

How does an OC spend a lazy day?

She doesn't really have those! 24 kids, 20 grandchildren. She couldn't even if she wanted to, which she definetely doesn't. Suzy prides herself on being useful. The pinnacle of the role she plays in her families life, she feels as though having a lazy day would be a crack in that image that isn't work risking. She does have personal days though! Where she does things for her own pleasure. Let me know if you'd be interested in learning more about that!

[pashminalamb]

HELLO!! I’m so sorry that it’s been a minute since I last interacted but like life has me in a chokehold at the moment and not in the fun kinky way unfortunately. Okay so *clears throat* first of all I love the new theme!!! Mind if I ask why the change? And SECOND your pfp adhkhfygdgkk. I was waiting for you to change it to Oliver at some point soon considering how much you love him. I myself am this 🤏🏼 (THIS) close to changing my pfp to either Bachira or Takemitchy. Big life choices obv 😌. ALSO!! CONGRATULATIONS ON 1K FOLLOWERS!!!! 🥳🎉🎂 That number is insane and I’m so proud of you 😤🥰. Also like speaking of Tokyo Revengers. The last chapter is next week. I’m quietly suffering. I am not ready for it to end. WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH MY LIFE NOW HUH?!??!! I wanna cry (I have already multiple times actually but that’s besides the point). Anyways. Hows your day going? I hope that all the creative juices are flowing and that you get your favorite coffee as quickly as possible and that your pillow is nice and cool at night!!! *sends many aggressive virtual hugs because I missed you*

- ✨ anon

✨ anon! HI !! Pls don’t apologize for taking time out; you come first and the blog will always be here ‘Kay? (o^^o)

Me too bb my muscles are aching and not from any... "fun" activities but cause I went too hard at the gym; so I've been sore (but its totally worth it )

ʕ ﹷ ᴥ ﹷʔ

Oh yea new theme!! What I had in mind was along the theme of the dingy halls of beauty and the beast (yk i od'ed over disney movies this week) but then that backfired and it looked depressing so I decided to go with the light theme ; yk when the castle transforms to white marble and the old and cracked one that the beast was living in disappears? Istg when the prince came; such a disappointment cause I really liked the beast ʕノᴥヾʔ

The artwork i used is of awanqi's; and they're one of my fav artists; my phone's wallpaper was set to that and one of my fav pieces was of eros and pyshce (cupid and psyche) and the colors were just- ah. *speechless*

I might change the theme again though (i was thinking of setting it to haikyuu or csm or something? idk i'll have to see how it pans out)

*bangs on the table* this man has managed to make an appearance all over my pinterest feed and I couldn't be happier. I could change the name of my blog to something based on Aiku as well but since I am a multifandom writer and I have a new husband each week, I feel guilty ʕ´• ᴥ•̥`ʔ but yea i'm very much in love with this man and we're married but he doesn't know it yet

You're changing your pfp to Bachira or our crybaby hero ??

Do it ( ⓛ ω ⓛ ) [Istg they are big life choices - I'm curious to see what you pick tho! ૮⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝ ა]

YES !! WE MADE IT TO 1K and next milestone is 1.5k and keep growing from there ig? [on the flip side none of my fics made it to that count at the same time? idc cause likes for my fics don't matter to me anyway its all about me creating my own content that i'm satisfied with ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ ]

Oh it's happening ?? TR IS COMING TO AN END ?! Thats... that's big news but at the same time that kind of a good thing ngl cause personally I'm not a fan when the story line stretches out and gets complicated yk?

I just stared at Oliver's pictures this morning and decided to get out bed after my roommate threw a sock at my head and now? classes + work. And i'm also typing out the first edition comfort cause ik what i wanna write now (hoping that this won't backfire either)

The pillow with two cold sides hit right on the spot (T.T) I want more sleep and the day has just begun

I hope you've been doing well? <3 *sending hugs back cause you have been missed (≧∇≦)*

[trollsarecute]

I'm coming to the thought of since I'm scrolling through pinterest that I come up with these and they look to be from edits but not sure of. so the other one that looks to be an edit i'm thinking that's where that came from.

Warning: this will have cussing in here, It does get cringy if you hate preek. it does have a sad parts to it. read it at your own risk.

Poppy: *Comes in after a few days* You ready to talk? The quicker you talk the faster you'll get out....

Creek: *Doesn't say anything*

Poppy: Can I sit?

Creek: *Doesn't say anything but nods*

Poppy: Look, I get it...you don't wanna talk about how you feel, but if you don't talk it won't help me help you...even though you really don't want it. Believe me branch NEVER wanted me to help em...but I did it anyways. Talking about it actually helps you and make you feel good afterwards even though thinking about might sound gross and cringy but once your done it feeellsss really good.

Creek: *Knows it will get em out so he faces her without saying anything*

Poppy: You know why your in here right? or do I got to tell you that to?

Creek: ...No....

Poppy: Perfect! K well you do know that doing what you did to branch is unsafe for the village right...?

Creek: *Nods head*

Poppy: Great! Were both on the same page. Okay to start it off, do you mind telling me how your currently feeling right now?

Creek: *Looks at her in hatred not wanting to tell her what he's thinking. Like why on earth would she wanna know what he's thinking. She will think he's insane if he even says anything but knows it's the only way to get out of it so he signs*

Poppy: You know what creek.....Branch NEVER wanted to talk about his feelings so I made him do it in a diary. I'm sure his is worse then what your thinking *smiles* (Not really she's only saying it to make em feel better)

Creek: *Knows that she's right so he explains how he feels currently* Well, It's just that I uhhh...well I just don't like being in here and I regret what I did to bronch back there and sometimes I just look at the windows and want to break them and jump out and run away but I'm afraid of what would happen afterwards so I just end up hugging my knees and crying to myself wishing I can get out of here faster..

Poppy: Well, like I said...sooner we start to talk the sooner you get out.

Creek: Yeah but sometimes I Just feel fear of the future after this and I feel like It won't be the same after this......

Poppy: Well, creek.. just to let you know that I don't like being in here anymore then you do. I have to put this in my day and help you. So the sooner you chat with me the sooner I can let you go. But I have to help you with whatever your going through right now cause It's not safe to do what you did to branch out there. I'm sure that you understand that.

Creek: *Nods head* I just wanna be happy like I used to be....

Poppy: Well tell me what you felt when you were happy?

Creek: You mean back before I turned into a teenager?

Poppy: *Is confused*

Creek: I have been depressed for a long time..but I just hide it...

Poppy: *Gasps* Creek I'm really sorry. I should of known... why didn't you tell me!? I could of told me!!

Creek: Well, I saw how happy you were with branch and didn't want to ruin it with my depression.....

Poppy: Do....you mind telling me what happened or orrr?

Creek: *Signs and tells her* Back when I was in the forest with my own tribe called the guru trolls. It was so perfect and nice and I had a mom and dad. Then it all happened......I can't recall what had happened but the las thing I saw was....*Voice cracks as he tears up* I saw them lying in a pool a blood dead....and....and....*breaks down* I ran away with no one to to be there!!!😭😭😭😭*Jumps and falls into poppy's arms and sobs* Please poppy!!! I know you hate me!!! But I just beg of u!!! I beg of u to help me!!!!! I'm scared and I I just don't know what to do anymore!!! I don't know if I can take it anymoree😭😭😭😭...........

Poppy: *Melts down and cries with em and rocks em*

Creek: Evryone just sees a traitor but doesn't understand what I'm struggling through......I WANT HAPPINESSSS PLEASSSEE!!!!😭😭😭😭😭 I CAN'T TAKE THIS PAIN AND SUFFERING ANYMORE!!!!!!

Poppy: Shh shh I know. I'm here for you....

Creek: *Stares up at her face then at her lips*

Poppy: *Notices* Uhh you wanna get out to take a walk to cool off? I Got to stay with you I can't have you hurting other trolls.

Creek: *Looks down and away* Sure.

Poppy: *Gets up and walks em out of there*

Creek: *Smiles at her touching his hand*

Poppy: *Looks back and notices him smiling and is confused and notices that his eyes are looking in a direction and follows them and her eyes widens where his gaze ends at and thinks* Oh please don't do this creek pleaase....be strong poppy don't let it go to far*

I don't own this not sure who does but someone. so don't take it.

I don't ship Preek, so don't take this as a ship. anyways i hop that you liked it. odios.

[marichat-verse]

Mist Memories

Leo Valdez x reader for his birthday ahhhh (even though it's angsty) with a platonic/developing jason x reader cameo at the end (lmao im sorry i couldn't help myself 😭)

Based on this picture I found in pinterest + also [kinda] based on traitor by olivia rodrigo and omg i really recommend u guys listen to this edit because it reminds me so much of this fic that's been stuck in my head for MONTHS also kind of a run away with me prologue lol

Your POV

I nervously made my way across the forest until I reached a limestone cliff. I knocked on the iron door, not really expecting to get an answer.

My boyfriend has been shutting himself in Bunker 9 for the past few weeks. I stood there counting up to seven before knocking again. I knocked again two more times, until he answered in the middle of my last knock.

He removed his goggles and winced as sunlight hit his eyes. He'd grown thinner and paler, making the dark circles in his eyes more pronounced.

"Oh, Leo..." I reached out to brush a few strands of hair away from his face, but he moved away.

"What are you doing here?" He said in a monotone voice.

I moved to walk inside the Bunker, brushing off his hesitation to let me in. "I'm your partner, remember? And I'm really concerned because you're shutting yourself out lately. You know everyone's starting to worry about you. Percy asked me to check on you because you missed pegasus riding with him. Oh, and I'm pretty sure Jason's coming back from Camp Jupiter soon. I was hoping you and Annabeth could be with Piper while Percy and I hung out with Jason because it's been a little awkward since their breakup. Plus Piper wanted to tell you something—"

"Please," he said forcefully causing me to stop and look at him. "Just... Get out."

Normally, he'd shut himself from the world for a few days to work on an important project or because he was feeling really sad and he needed space. But this was getting out of hand. He had never locked me out of his life when I offered to help him. He was never this mean when he asked for space. I was not having this attitude of his.

"Okay, Leo. I tried to play nice. What is so important that you blow off all your friends for nearly a month that you can't even tell your partner, or maybe say hi to your best friend who's coming back from the other side of the country?"

He didn't say anything. He pursed his lips and avoided eye contact. I scanned he room for any signs.

It was messier than usual with all the crumpled paper scattered on the floor, especially on his desk. He could have been drawing up new plans. Something in my gut told me that something wasn't right. There were no new unfinished projects, indicating that he wasn't starting a new invention. Harley's helicopter lay on his bench in the same state it was weeks ago. Huh, not even his siblings could enter the Bunker.

I turned and Leo was already changing Festus' oil. I took this moment of distraction to pick up a few pieces of crumpled paper on the floor and on his desk. I had to process the words a bit longer—too long that Leo took notice. Damn dyslexia.

I heard footsteps speed up behind me, but it was too late. I read enough and got the gist of what he had been trying to do these past few weeks.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He yelled at me. Small embers started to erupt between his curls.

I laughed dryly. "So this is what you've been up to?"

His fists tightened, further crumpling the paper in his hands. His eyes flashed with anger, despair and confusion.

I sighed and focused my eyes on his desk, not daring to look at him any longer. Under some pieces of paper were old photographs of him and Piper from Wilderness School. Yup, those definitely were the mist memories she had with Jason. I read the latest draft he'd been writing:

Dear Piper,

Remember the mist memories from boarding school with Jason? They were real, but they were with me.

I miss you. I miss when it was just us. I miss the night on the roof.

Yours truly,

Leo Valdez

I tried to keep my voice from cracking. "How long?"

I heard him sigh. "Three weeks."

I balled my fists. Tears started to fall and smudge the ink. I wiped them away as fast as they came.

"How?"

"In a dream," his tone softened now. "Hera came to me in a dream and told me to check an old drawer in Bunker 9. I found the photos and the memories came rushing back."

"How long were you dating back then?"

"Two weeks."

"Were you ever going to tell me?"

Silence; then a deep breath.

"No."

I shook my head in disbelief. "Why?"

"Because I knew you'd get upset like—"

"I meant why would you throw away months of our relationship for a couple of weeks of your relationship with her? And without even bothering to tell me? Gods damn it, Leo. We've been together since you've first arrived at camp. And what about those promises you made when we were sailing to Greece? You've been keeping these feelings away from me and you've been lying to me, making me believe that there's still something between us and—"

"Oh, calm down," he said with an annoyed expression and tone, which only infuriated me more, "it's not like I did anything were her yet! I didn't kiss her or tell her how I truly felt for her! She just got out of a relationship with Jason around the same time I had that dream. I had to figure out how to talk to her about it. I've been alone in this Bunker for three. Fucking. Weeks. I didn't cheat on you."

"Oh, and that makes everything better?" I countered. "Being in a relationship isn't about not cheating, Leo. It's about being honest and communicating with each other."

"Oh, like you've been communicating with me? After the war, you take go back to Manhattan for school, and you take a job. I haven't seen you much during the holidays because work has been keeping you in the city. And you won't tell me what you even do for a living!"

I took in a deep breath. "I told you I needed to have a life outside of camp! I needed to know first that I could handle myself in the mortal world as a normal human being. I needed this demigod part of my life to be separate as much as possible! I've been in two wars, Leo. I needed time to myself, too. And I was about to tell you guys in a few more days. But I guess now, I'm glad I've kept you out of that part of my life. At least I have an escape from all of this. And now, especially from you."

I took another deep breath and walked to the door, about to let myself out. I turned back again, both our tear-stained eyes meeting each other.

"If it makes you feel any better," I said softly, "I would've hated the idea of us breaking up. But if you really love her, if you really feel like you have this special connection to her and she makes you happy, then I won't get in your way. You could at least have had the decency to talk to me so we could have left on a good note."

He looked at me with wide eyes, clearly regretting his actions. I sighed and looked around the Bunker, possibly for the last time. Lots of memories were definitely created in this room; all just as grand and meaningful as the inventions they made here. But just like some of Hephaestus' contraptions, some of them were flawed and dumped in his scrapyard, no matter how much potential it could have had.

"Goodbye, Leo."

I sat on a rock on the beach that gave me a beautiful view of Long Island Sound. To my left, the sun started to set, casting an orange filter on everything. My heart broke, remembering how everything glowed orange in the Bunker. Leo always left the fires burning when he was working. The sunlight twinkling against the sea reminded me of how small bits of flame peaked through his hair earlier. I remembered how mad he was at me. Or maybe he was mostly mad at himself.

"Hey."

I jumped when someone sat—or rather, landed—beside me. I turned and smiled, seeing one of my good friends back at camp.

"Hey, you're back," I said weakly. "How long have you been here?"

He smiled at me, although he could maybe sense that something was wrong. "Half an hour, maybe? I saw Annabeth making plans to expand camp to have a city. She made me do an aerial inspection and I told her I'll get back to her tonight. That's when I saw you."

"Mhmm," I mumbled, not really knowing what to say. It was silent for a few minutes before I spoke up again, knowing he was just waiting for me to open up.

"I broke up with Leo."

His head quickly turned to me. I guess he wasn't expecting it to be that bad. "What?"

"Oh yeah," I laughed dryly. "Turns out the mist memories Piper had in Wilderness School with you? They were real. But not with you."

His eyes widened. "Oh... With Leo."

"He locked himself in the Bunker for weeks trying to write a letter. It was heartbreaking. Like, truly heartbreaking. He wanted to tell her how much he missed her and how much he missed them. Then he said how much he missed that night with her under the stars and... It hurt. Like hell."

"Oh," he said. "I guess Piper didn't tell me everything then."

"She knew all along?"

He shook his head. "Maybe not everything, but she told me she's been confused about her feelings lately and she'd been having visions or dreams of possible old memories that were messing with her head."

"I'm sorry about you and Piper," I said.

"Don't be," he said. "I understand her. It did hurt, though. But I think I can get over it some day. We're still awkward around each other, but at least we left on a good note."

I scoffed. "Leo couldn't even give me a good ending to our relationship."

"Hey," he said as he put a hand on my shoulder. "You're a great person, y/n. You've done so much, especially for him. It's his loss that he was stupid enough to let go of you."

"I know that."

"Do you really?"

"I do!" I said. "I'm a great person and I know that. But that doesn't mean what he did doesn't hurt me."

"I know," he said. "You'll find someone who'll treat you like the queen that you are. You're a great person, and I'm not just saying this to cheer you up. I truly think you're amazing."

I smiled at him. "Thanks, Jason. And you'll find someone great, too. Maybe not as great as me but, then again, who is?"

We both let out a laugh. The conch sounded in the distance, signaling dinner. I moved to stand up before hearing Jason speak up again.

"Hey, do you maybe want to just grab a couple of plates and eat out here?"

I smiled. "Yeah. That sounds good. I don't really want everyone else hounding me about the breakup right now."

I don't know how long it was going to take me to get over Leo. We really did gave something special. It was cruel how the universe gave me something so good, to make me have hope that something was finally going right, then have it yanked away from my arms just as suddenly as it came.

He never cheated on me, but that didn't mean he didn't betray every promise we made to each other. I should have known it was too good to be true. Life has always played cruel jokes on me.

Then again, who's to say that things won't turn out for the better, right?

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Tagging: @drvrslcense @bubblybubbubs @dreamerball @quteez @aesthetxcimagines @chasingpj @beingleft @wadewilsonsgreatestfriend

[anotherrickinthewall]

"Six Feet Under The Stars" Bucky Barnes/ OFC FanFic

Here it finally is! My entry for the lovely @sunshinebuckybarnes (you deserve it, hun!💝 ) and her 1 k follower Jukebox Celebration! I hope you have as much fun reading this wee little work, as I had writing it.

Please note: no people under 18 are allowed here! Seriously, do yourself a favor and leave this site! Thanks ✌

Pairing: Beefy!Bucky Barnes x OFC (Modern AU but Bucky still has the arm😏)

Summary: Who knew that New York could be so small...

Warnings: drinking and alcohol, language, smutty stuff (nothing too graphic but still... NSFW), size kink, a bit of degradation (if you squint), pet names (princess,birdie), calling names (but in a heartfelt way), the red Henley😏 - I hope I didn't forget anything, if so... let me know 🤗

A/N: So this is like my second proper piece of writing I am posting here, constructive criticism is highly appreciated. I used my song as a general inspiration.

I don't own any Characters that belong to Marvel, I just borrowed them. Neither do I own the pictures in my mood boards (they come from Pinterest and all credit goes to the people who made them).

English is not my native language, so there might be some mistakes but I tried my best not to make too many.

I labeled this fic as OFC because for my writing and reading flow it's easier to have a name. I did have a certain picture in mind but kept the description to a minimum.

P.S. Please don't copy or repost any of my writing. I only post here or on AO3. Getting creative on your own is much more fun than stealing other people's ideas. Reblogs are appreciated.

Enjoy! 😎

„…I'll take you out though I'm hardly worth your time, in the cold you look so fierce but I'm warming up because the tension's like a fire…“ (All Time Low- Six Feet Under The Stars)

„Nat, you have to be kidding me right!? Oh, for fucks’ sake this can’t be happening again.” Reilly dropped back against the massive, plush pillows of Nat’s sofa. Groaning into her hands she kept rambling on about what she did to deserve this kind of punishment. Wanda waved her off “Oh come on, you moping blob. He’s a nice guy.” Throwing daggers at her friend she hissed “Yeah I bet he is. Just like the other four guys I’ve been on a blind date with. Natasha, girl I love you, I really do but for the love of God please, please, stop meddling with my love life. Those dates you sent me on never end well.” She had clasped Nat’s hand in hers and pleaded on her knees. The fiery redhead had her chin in the air and looked down at Reilly. Smacking her lips, she pondered on the request. “Very well... I may not interfere with your love life anymore. BUT! There’s one condition to this.” Reilly’s face fell as she flatly said “Name it.” “You go on this last date. Then I’m out. I promised Winnie that you absolutely want to meet her son. And Steve knows him, too. They met two years ago at my company’s Christmas party.” Raising her hands in defeat she puffed out a breath and agreed reluctantly “Fine, alright... But you guys are coming with us for the first hour at least, get it!?” Natasha nodded, they shook hands and Reilly sauntered off to get dressed and to put some make up on. They still had a pedicure appointment to get to.

The next Saturday came around quickly. Wanda and Reilly were munching their dinner as booming noise came from the front door. They both groaned unison as this particular boom could only mean one thing... “Stev-O you hulking doorknob! Come on in.” Reilly greeted him cheerfully and pulled him down to her height to give him a tight hug. They had an unusual but heartfelt friendship and she couldn’t phantom any other man handling all the creative chaos that Natasha was, so well like Steve did. Nat trailed in just behind him, quickly squeezed Reilly's hands and gave Wanda a peck on the cheek. With her husky voice she asked conspiratorially “So what’s cracking girls?” and wagged her eyebrow. “Well so far only some seriously tasty chow-mein.” Natasha deflated and swatted Wanda’s arm. “Steve... Bring ‘em here.” A huge toothy grin split his face as he retrieved two huge bottles of vodka and various soft drinks to mix.

Wanda’s eyes began to sparkle, she started making grabby hands at the bottles. It seemed like the young woman had to get all the excitement living in a big city had to offer. Coming from a very strict, religious and superstitious Sokovian family, she was just glad to be away from all of this and discover a whole new world. And along the way of navigating her way through university as a freshman, she met Reilly the bubbly sophomore, in desperate need of a roommate. During a long night session during exams phase, they met the hard-boiled junior, Natasha Romanoff with her major in world politics. And ever since that evening the trio was thick as thieves.

They were on their second round of drinks, when Steve’s phone rang. As soon as he picked up, they all started howling, booing and shouting dirty profanities. Giggly like high-school kids on a field trip. Steve only rolled his eyes and barked into the phone “Yeah!?—Bro. You can’t be serious!? You bailing on us?” Nat glared furiously in Steve’s direction and before he could react, she snatched his phone and started shouting at whoever was on the other end “NO! I don’t care! I promised his mother to set him up with her and she is rather eager to get to know him. – Wilson!? Get me Barnes! – Barnes I’m going to whoop your ass. Hey, I’m still talk-“ scrunching her brows, she took the phone from her ear to look at it and held it back to her ear. “What the fuck!? He hung up on me!?” Steve took his phone back and whispered “Don’t worry babe, I’m gonna smack him so hard he won’t be able to see straight for a whole week.” Lovingly Natasha patted his massive thigh and announced “Alright let’s pack up ladies, that idiot can suck it; we’re going to have fun tonight.”

And what a shitload of fun they were having. The first stop on their night of shenanigans was their most frequented pub. Gloomy rooms, battered furniture and an elderly couple with the broadest Dublin accent Reilly had ever heard. Dropping into the booth she waved her dollars around and told Nat to get her something nice and sweet. Nat turned and wiggled her ass in front of Reilly, causing Steve to groan and Wanda and herself to double over while laughing. “Nat, seriously, I love you but you’re just not my type, you know I’m more into brunettes, ideally with a back broad as a door. Plus, I think Steve ain’t to happy about you shoving that juicy booty in everybody’s face.” With a cheeky grin she snatched the bills and sauntered off to the bar.

When Natasha came back, she sat down a whole tray of drinks. Some shots, a pitcher and four long drinks. Wanda’s eyes bulged and she looked dumbfounded at Nat “Are you trying to kill us?” at that Steve laughed and grabbed the first shot “To an unforgettable night. And to hopefully many more like this.” Rolling her eyes Wanda quipped “Oh please, you toast to that every time we’re out. Let’s just hope we live to see the sun rise another day.” Laughter broke out among the group as they all shouted “Hear! Hear!” and drowned their shots.

As they moved onto the long drinks, Natasha made a huge show out of eating her strawberry. Steve was getting beet red and swallowed drily as he watched Nat with a heated glare. Shaking her head Reilly mumbled under her breath “Geez, guys is there any chance that there is less eye fucking between the two of you!?” A sinister smile plastered itself on Steve’s face as he countered “Don’t worry Ry, we gonna take care of you later.” She bared her teeth at him and made gagging noises “Ew!? Rogers, can you be anymore disgusting!?” but she broke into another fit of laughter at the end of her sentence. Steve grinned and gently hold her hand “Don’t worry bean, we gonna find you someone to snuggle with at night.” Unconvinced she nodded and raised the glass to her lips once more.

After the pub, they made their way to a cocktail bar. It was somewhat snobby and a little out of their league but Steve was paying so they all tugged along. Fancy drinks were downed, a few flirty glances from the waiter here and there and sensual dance moves were to be seen on the dance floor. Reilly was having an amazing night out. But after the fourth location she had to take Wanda home, the poor girl was so drunk, she was sleeping at the bar. And that’s when Reilly decided to call it a night for the two of them. Natasha protested and Steve pouted but they helped her hail a cab and went to the next bar.

After she had tugged Wanda into her bed, she put a bottle of water and some Advil on the nightstand and quietly left the room to watch some TV in the living room. It was the alcohol in her system that didn’t allow her mind to go to sleepy because with the drinking came the hunger. So, five minutes into the movie she randomly picked she paused it, grabbed her keys and purse to head to the Bodega shop at the corner of the street. She was craving something fried. Preferably chicken.

Reilly sauntered to the little shop and ultimately came to a stop in front of the frozen goods. Although the assortment rarely changed, she took her sweet time in skimming over the products. Her eyes started gleaming when she spotted her favorite chicken nuggets. Doing a little jig, she bent over to grab the package but only grabbed a cold, metallic wrist. She flinched at the contact but gasped as her eyes landed on the shoulders attached to said arm. A broad mass of muscles rippling under a dark red Henley that looked a number or two too small. And when her gaze flitted higher she was awarded with lush lips and eyes as blue as the ocean on a stormy day, partly shaded behind wavy chestnut strands. Her knees started to get wobbly the longer she looked at this gorgeous man. He winked at with a boyish grin and that had her brain completely short circuited.

She was so perplexed that she didn’t register, that the guy snatched the last pack and paid. When she unfroze, he was half way out the door. Scrambling to catch up she nearly tripped and fell over but caught herself with flailing arms and shouted “Hey! Beef-cake! That was the last pack and they’re my favorite.”

He stopped in his tracks and squinted at her. “Yeah, they’re my favorite, too. But I was quicker. Sorry. But kudos for not actually falling over, birdie.”

Reilly’s jaw dropped and she was speechless but that was only for a split second. Catching up with him once more she kept pestering him. “You know what... At least be decent and share them with me. It’s like 1 a.m. I am still tipsy and in desperate need for carbs. Don’t let a girl down, pretty please!?” fluttering her eyelashes at him she gave Mr. Beef Cake her doe eyes. No guy was able to resist them before.

Tilting his head, he thought about the offer. She was cute. Ruby red lips, the obviously worn-out hoodie looked cute on her and she only reached his chest. He liked it when he towered over them. It made his inner protector roar with pride. “Okay, but it’s going to be your place because mine looks like a dumpster. By the way: call me Bucky.”

Chewing her lips, she tried to chase away thoughts like What if he’s a psycho? He is so hot I think I might just combust right here, right now. Would he mind if I just climb him like the tree he is? Actively shaking her head to chase away the thoughts, she tried to keep it casual “I’m Reilly but my friends call my Ry.”

He made a gesture “Lead the way, Ry.” And took in her subtle shivering with a smug grin. Whispering to himself “This is going to be interesting.”

Once they reached the flat, Reilly started to prepare the nuggets while she told Bucky to make himself at home. When she came back from the kitchen, she found that he really made himself at home, shoes and Henley off, he lay on the couch taking up all the space. “Wan-!? Oh, wow. You did take that literally to make yourself at home, didn’t you?” His shit eating grin said it all. Eyebrow raised, he gently bit his lip “Got a problem with it, princess?” Trying hard not to become a blubbering mess in front of him, Reilly took a deep breath and said with a bit too much strain in her voice “No. Nope. Not at all. The- ah- well- the nuggets should be done in like 20 minutes.” She sat down beside him and started the movie again. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves and tried to settle in and get comfortable but wasn’t able to because Bucky still occupied her whole couch. “Bucky… c’mon. I need some space, too.” There it was again, that smug grin with his tongue peeking out, she very much wanted to smack out of his face or sit on it so he could put that wicked tongue to use. He patted his legs and stated “Take a seat here, princess. Best place in the house.” Narrowing her eyes, she slowly rose “You know what, I’ll be the judge of that.” And promptly straddled his hips. The way his eyes slightly budged out of their socket made her grin satisfied. Ha! He didn’t expect that. Out of impulse she leaned forward, nimble hands coming into contact with his abs. Bucky hissed like a feral cat. “Seems like it has been a while cowboy.” Reilly teased him.

A low growl rumbled in his chest. He didn’t like where this was going. When he saw her at the shop, he thought she was a tiny and shy thing. But her vicious actions telling him the opposite. He was working really hard to not give into the tension first. But his dick had other plans. She was casually grinding her hips against his crotch and let her tits bounce a little. He threw his head back groaned. “Princess, what the hell are you up to?” She bent over to nip at his neck. “Well, I like building up tension. You’re hot. Incredibly hot. And I thought well, maybe I could climb you like the tree you are?” His jaw dropped at her sultry question. He lifted his head and went in for a kiss but right at this moment Reilly scooted back and rushed into the kitchen. “Shit! The nuggets nearly burnt. I hope you like them crispy?” she called from the kitchen. He rubbed his hand over his face and tried to get his boner down by palming his dick.

Reilly came back, carrying two plates with small bowls of sweet-chili sauce. Upon seeing him in this position she mentioned “Don’t tell me you are getting started without me? That’s not very gentleman like.” Setting down the plates, she turned to get two beers. Handing him one she toasted “To midnight carbs, may they settle in the right places.”

After the nuggets and beers were devoured in companionable silence while the protagonists of the movie shot their way out of the precarious situation they were in, Reilly started to gather the empty bottles and plates, when Bucky grabbed her wrist with his metal hand. “Wait, let me. You made it; I clean it.” Raising her eyebrows, she looked impressed “Okay, I’m not fighting you for doing the dishes.” Scrolling through her social media, her ears perked up as a rumbling sound came from Wanda’s room. Panicked, Reilly looked to the kitchen and hoped that Bucky wouldn’t come out while Wanda walked like a zombie into the bathroom, not even acknowledging Reilly in the living room. When Bucky came back, Wanda was thankfully back in her own room. With a flirty grin he suggested “Well, wanna continue what we started?” Reilly tilted her head and smacked her lips “Well, actually I think it’s getting a bit crowded in here.” She nodded her head to Wanda’s door. “Maybe you know a place where we’re a bit more alone?” Bucky’s face fell for the briefest moment but then it lit up again. “Well… Since my place is out of question. A buddy of mine isn’t home. And I got the keys. Wanna get wicked there?” Reilly grinned wildly and jumped up to grab a small overnight bag.

They were the only ones on the bus. Chatting away about their favorite films and music and what they wanted to be when they were young. Reilly came to find that Bucky had an amazing smile when he was laughing genuinely. They hopped off, got some milkshakes at a 24/7 diner and when they were in front of the flat Reilly narrowed her eyes and froze for a minute.

Bucky sensed her not following him “What’s wrong?” “Buck… this ‘friend’ you mentioned. Does he happen to be Steve Doofus Rogers?” Bucky spluttered some of his milkshake on his Henley. Slightly coughing he asked “How the fuck did you know?” but instead waiting for an answer the penny dropped and he gawked like a fish “OH SWEET LORD!? You’re my blind date!?” His eyes searched Reilly’s and he saw that a range of emotions washed across her face as she processed his words. But then she started laughing. “Oh my god?! What are the fucking odds of something like this happening!? I mean neither Steve nor Nat mentioned that you lived this close to me, why haven’t we met before?” Bucky chuckled, too. “Well because I don’t, I was out with Sam and it just happened that we were in the area. And before you go all furious on me, yes, I ditched you because I was so annoyed that my mother wouldn’t stop bugging me about getting a girl.” Smacking a hand to her forehead Reilly admitted “I didn’t want to go on this date either, Natasha was pestering me.” After a pause “Damn, I think we should go and play Lotto.”

A shy smile crept across her face. And when she caught him looking at her all soft and with a solid amount of adoration she lurched forward in the hallway and kissed him senseless. Full-fledged with tongue and teeth. His strawberry milkshake mixed with the flavor of her chocolate one and she was getting absolutely high on kissing him like that. He was taken aback as they parted for air. Whispering “You still good with using his flat? It’s not too awkward?” Reilly just grinned and pulled him along. She hadn’t been here too often but could remember well, that the apartment in the top floor had an amazing roof terrace where Steve had an outdoor couch in case the flat got too hot during the sweltering heat waves in New York.

Once they were inside, there was no stopping them. Clothes were thrown all over the place and Reilly excused herself for a second to freshen up and when she came back, she saw Bucky prowling around. With a breathless “Think quick!” she jumped at him, her legs circling his waist as she shrieked when her ass made contact with the cold metal of his arm. Sheepishly he looked at her and mumbled “Sorry, I can heat it up if you want. It just takes a few minuets and some hot water.” Shaking her head, she whispered back “’was just surprised, that’s all. Now Mr. Beef-Cake. Show me what you got!” “Yes ma’am. But first...” He growled, bit her neck and dropped her on one of the sofas. “Stay put, princess.” A little out of breath she simply nodded. And suddenly the whole terrace lit up. There were fairy lights all over the plants, the handrail and some were above the doors. It looked breath-taking. “Oh, damn that’s gorgeous! I didn’t know Steve had a thing for this kind of decoration.” “He lost a bet to Sam. But enough of them... get on those pretty knees of yours, princess.” Her eyes were blown dark with lust and in the soft shimmer of the fairy lights they glistened to rival the stars in the night sky.

When Steve came home around lunch time the next day, he nearly had a heart attack. He dropped his phone twice, while he tried to call Natasha. “Babe, you never guess, what I ran into… Or rather who.”

FIN

P.S. Here’s a little bonus mood board. I just love making them.

[sorenmarie87]

Be my date to this wedding?

Summary:  After a long day of work, you go out to eat with a few of your employees.

Square Filled: CEO AU  (Mixed Bingo)

Pairing(s)/Character(s): Dean/Reader, Sam/Ruby

Word Count: 1,223

Warning(s)/Rating: Teen+ |  Reader wears glasses, Dean has a major crush on his boss.  Ruby is an author (it’s how her and the reader bond), Talking about having sex on your bosses desk.  

A/N:  This was created  for @spnmixedbingo  and my aesthetic pictures were found and Pinterest.  Beta’d by the lovely @iflostreturntosteverogers​ 

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“Boss?”  Your entire body jolted awake as you raised your head from your desk.  You glanced around your office in confusion as you readjusted your glasses, and realized that it was later than what you expected.  “I know you’re still in there, c’mon open up!”

“It’s unlocked.”  You muttered as you stepped out of your office chair and stretched out your sore muscles.  A satisfying crack echoed throughout your office as your door opened and Dean stepped through, with Sam trailing behind him.  

“Thought you’d be home by now Ms. President.”

“Dean it is after hours, please call me Y/N.”  You chuckled and knew that he’d call you anything but your given name.  

“You know better than that,”  Sam chuckled and made a beeline for the empty corner by the window.  You watched as he stretched out on the sectional and pulled his laptop out.  “He gets all flustered when you pay any form of attention to him.”  

You smiled and watched as pink dusted his face.   “Oh yeah?”

“He really likes it when you yell at him.”  Dean glared at him but didn’t say a word to deny it.

“Okay, I know this isn’t a social visit boys.  What can I do for you?”  

“We talked to HR earlier but we’re going to be taking a few weeks off.  Sammy here, he’s gonna be tying the knot soon.”  

You frowned at the thought of not seeing them for a few weeks.  It confused you though.  It made sense why Sam was taking time off, but not Dean.  What was he planning on doing?  “I was hoping that you’d come to the wedding Y/N.”  

“You actually want your boss to come to your wedding?”  

“You’re more than a boss to me Y/N, I don’t know how to explain it honestly.”  The look on Sam’s face said it all.  You were family to him and that made your heart flutter.  

“This is very last minute Samuel.”

“I know, I’m sorry.”  

“Promise me you’ll text me all the details so I can arrange something, I don’t want to show up empty handed.”

“You don’t have to get us anything - “  You glanced over your glasses at him, and Sam held up his hands in surrender.  He knew how you were about gifts.  

“Now that that’s settled, you guys wanna get a late dinner?”  Sam asked and right on cue, your stomach growled loudly.  “I’ll take that as a yes.”

"You'd be starving too if you had to work through your lunch."  You grumble quietly.

"You could've texted one of us, and we would've gotten you something…"  

"Could have but I didn't."  You sighed as your stomach growled again.  

"Sammy, call in an order from that pizza place we like."  Dean smiled and the two of you watched as he pulled out his phone.  You started to reach for your purse, to give them your card but Dean stopped you in time.  "This is on us."

"If you're not letting me pay, can I make a suggestion?  Can we go there and eat?  I'm tired of being in this office."  Dean grinned and the two of them nodded in agreement.

"That's perfect actually.  You'll get to meet Ruby, that's Sam's fiancé, she'll be joining us."

"That's fantastic."  

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Sam opted to wait outside on Ruby, and you repeatedly asked if he was okay by himself.  You heard Dean chuckle as he grabbed a hold of your wrist and tugged you inside the restaurant.  As you slid into the booth it hit you.  Sam was still kind of shy about PDA even though his older brother thrived on it.  

"You know how I can tell you're thinking too hard?  I've been standing here for a couple minutes, asking if you wanted your drink and I got bupkis."  

"Sorry."  Your face heated and you tried your best to avoid looking at Dean.  

"Now boss, what were you thinking so hard about?"  Dean asked as he placed the plastic cup in front of you and handed you a straw.

"What if Ruby doesn't like me?"

"She'll like you, I promise."

"Not many people do…."

"Give me names."  You take a small sip from your cup.

"Tracy from Accounting, Ryuji from 2F and my assistant Emma."  You put a finger down for each one you named off.  

"Emma likes everyone!"  Dean chuckled as you quietly muttered to yourself.

"Maybe a little too much.  I mean, I get the appeal of boning in your bosses office.  God knows I’ve read enough stories about it.”  You know you’re blushing heavily at this point and by the look on Dean’s face, you caught his attention.  “It's a power play for sure, but shouldn't you wait until your boss is gone to try?"  

"If you wanted to try something like that, sure.  Not that I've ever considered it."  That's a bold face lie and you know it Dean.  He had a dream about that exact scenario a couple weeks ago with you in it.  He couldn't look you in the eye for a full day after it.    

“Well this conversation seems like one I wanna be a part of.”  You could hear the smile in her voice without seeing her face.  

Dean peered over his shoulder as his brother and fiancé approached the booth.  "So Ruby, what's your take on boning in your bosses office?"

"I'll try anything once."  

"You would."  Dean muttered into his drink as you looked between the two.  

"I just think it seems uncomfy."  Ruby nodded and smiled at you.

"People love reading about it though."

"Ruby, if you can't tell, is an author.  She's published a few books under the name R. Winchester."  There was no way, you dug through your bag and pulled out the latest book you bought.  Ruby's face lit up when she saw the title.

"With that book alone, this is telling me more than I could ever need to know about you.  If it's okay, would you wanna be friends?"  Ruby smiled and there was no way you could say no.  

"I'd love that."  

"To celebrate our newly budding friendship, what would you say about being my maid of honor?"  She watched you carefully as you took a sip from the cup in front of you.  

"That's a lot for someone you just met Rubes."

"If I had any friends, I would've asked them by now."

"I'll do it."  

Your ears were assaulted by different responses ranging from really? to a high pitch squeal from Ruby as she took the seat next to you and wrapped her arms around your shoulders.  

"Thank you so much!"  

"If I would've known the two of you were gonna hit it off, I would've introduced you sooner."  Sam grinned.  "Will you be able to find a dress that fast?"

"I don't -"

"I'll help you."  Dean interjected and you looked at him in confusion.  

"Oh really?"  He knew Ruby was teasing him but Dean shrugged it off.

"Yes really, I've been present for a majority of the wedding planning so I can help her pick out something nice."  Your face flushed again.

"Thank you Dean."  Your face was still warm but you had to ask.  "Wanna help me out with one more thing?"

"Sure, why not?"

"Be my date to this wedding?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

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[radiorenjun]

Habits

part one, part two

Trigger warning 1!1!1!

When you were about to fetch him a blanket, he finally spoke in that hoarse voice of his. "You're gone." he mumbled, his words slurred as his eyes opened half-lidded. "I needed to stay high, all the time." a tear falling from his eye, trickling down his cheek as he spoke.

"To keep you off my mind."

Trigger warning 1!1!1!

You couldn't sleep that night.

Not with Jeno's words echoing repeatedly in your mind like a hollow cave. The boy fell asleep shortly after he said those words, soft snores coming out of his mouth as you froze on the spot, your mind going wild with a million thoughts. Once you managed to snap out of it, you quickly grabbed a blanket for him and spread it out over his body.

You tried to go back to sleep. You really did. But your mind couldn't help but wander to the boy, who you were still struggling to get over, passed out on the couch. You sighed, he went back to his old habits.

Disappointed but not surprised.

He's going to die if this keeps up, he's still an idiot.

...

But he did it because he missed me.

Does he, though? He could've just gotten high because I wasn't there to order him around anymore.

You winced at the thought. Remembering the argument that you two had two weeks ago when you had caught him doing some drugs behind campus. It was more of a screaming match, to see who would back down and apologize first. But it all ended when he told you to stop treating him like a child and get out of his apartment. Which ended with you breaking it off.

You felt your heart clench at the memory. You couldn't sleep anymore. You sighed, rubbing your face with your hands before you turned to your side to see the digital clock on your nightstand.

'5:21 AM '

You got up, deciding that you would be preparing for the day quite early today. You walked into the living room, seeing Jeno's calming figure sleeping softly on your couch. His hands clutching the blanket wrapped around him, soft snores filling the room.

You came up to him as quietly as you could and slowly pressed your hand against his forehead, checking his temperature. 'Great, he doesn't have a fever from staying out there so late' you thought.

You stared at his soft serene expression, he looks so innocent. Despite the dark bags under his puffy eyes, tear stained cheeks, he reminded you of the days where you two would cuddle under the cloudy blue sky and take those unrealistically aesthetic couple pictures you find on Pinterest.

You felt sweat under your palm, he was sweating hard despite being tightly wrapped up like a burrito. "Geez, Jeno, you're sweating." you pulled the blanket down, revealing his nose and neck beading with sweat. You watched as his brows furrowed before pulling the blanket up to his nose, clutching the fabric and nuzzling against it.

A small smile stretched across your face, remembering the times when he wouldn't let you pull him away from your bed because he said it was quote unquote "smells like heaven. And you're his heaven". Such a cheese ball.

Your eyes wandered to his brown hair. Realising now that he had dyed his hair in the two weeks that you two hadn't been together. Last time you saw him it was still a platinum blonde colour, you didn't know how his hair was still attached to his scalp with that amount of bleaching.

Your hand mindlessly went up to stroke his hair, running your fingers through his questionably soft hair. Softer than silk. you sighed to yourself. You felt him lean into your touch, startling you as he stirred, causing you to retract your arm to your side as his eyes slowly fluttered open.

His pupils went to your figure, sitting beside him, fluttering close a second later. Opening rapidly after a small moment. Jeno sat up in alarm, eyes wide, blanket falling to his lap as he slowly got up. His jaw almost dropped at the sight of you sitting right in front of him.

"Y-Y/N?" He whispered out almost inaudibly, his voice cracking. Looking at you in disbelief, what were you doing here in front of him? Was he imagining things again? Was he dreaming?

You smiled awkwardly, waving slightly at him, "good morning." Your voice sounded hoarse, as if you hadn't spoken in a while. "I-shit" Jeno then cut himself off by letting out a pained groan, clutching his head as his face scrunched up in pain. The effects of last night must've been coming back to him.

"Shit I'm going to throw up," he groaned, a little whine in his tone as he got up and ran to the nearest bathroom. "I'll get you some Advil and water." you called out, rushing to get a glass of water and a bottle of Advil from your cupboard.

You quickly got to the bathroom to see Jeno on his knees in front of the toilet, letting out all the contents of last night. You sighed sympathetically, your heart clenching at the sight as you placed the glass and bottle beside the sink and got down to rub his back soothingly like you would back when you two were dating.

He wiped his mouth, coughing in the progress. You reached for the glass of water, handing it to him along with some Advil which he accepted with a weak "thanks". You smiled and nodded at him. "I'll go make some breakfast. Feel free to take a shower. There's an extra toothbrush in the cupboard and some old clothes in my room." you stood up, awkwardly walking out to the kitchen, leaving Jeno in the bathroom.

By the time Jeno walked into the kitchen, he was dressed in an old oversized shirt and sweats he left (which you often wear to sleep when you miss him during your break up) weeks ago. A towel draped over his shoulders, his wet hair dripping onto it. You almost wanted to cry at how much memories his appearance brought you.

"I made pancakes." you muttered, putting two plates of hot stacked pancakes on the table as he sat on the chair in the dining room. "Thanks, you really didn't have to, y/n." he smiled, sparing you a small shy glance. "You're literally hung over, of course I gotta feed you with something." you said with a teasing tone, trying to lighten up the tension between you two.

As you two began eating, an uncomfortable silence came upon the atmosphere. You two were unsure of what to say, scared of what to say next. Letting the sound of utensils clattering against the plate fill your ears. That is, until Jeno spoke up. "So uh, how did I get here?" he asked quietly.

You froze. "You don't remember?" you deadpanned, eyes boring into his intensely. Jeno shrugged timidly, "I was pretty high and drunk last night, everything's just blurry. This headache isn't helping either." he replied, running a hand through his wet hair.

You bit your lip, his words from last night haunting your mind once again. "Well you tell me," you muttered, shoving pancakes into your mouth to mask the sadness in your tone. Jeno's brows furrowed in confusion, "what?" he said.

"You were so high, you could barely stan and comprehend what you were saying. Why? Why did you push yourself that far?" you manage to choke out, the words getting heavy and stuck in your throat. You wanted to know if he's moved on or if he actually got high to forget bout you.

"Why? I mean," Jeno scratched the back of his neck, hesitant of what to say next. "Fuck," he dropped the utensils before burying his face in his hands in distress. "What, Jeno?" you went on, feeling your heart hurt at the sight of him in front of you.

"Eversince we broke up, I just felt like I was locked in this haze, trying to forget you and move on. But my apartment seems so empty without your stuff randomly lying around, it was quite painful." he started, looking down at his plate as a hand went to tug his hair, the other playing with the fork.

"Eventually it got too much and I couldn't go home without getting reminded of you. Considering you were the one, my anchor who kept me from getting high and sane. Without you, I didn't know what to do without you numbing my pain so I went back to my old habits." you heard a sniffle coming from him, his eyes were slowly getting red as tears lined his vision.

"Spend my money on drugs and alcohol, going to parties, getting drunk every night. It was confusing that they weren't numbing or making the pain like they used to. I started missing you more and more by the second. Last night I went all out with the boys," Jeno sniffled, tears eventually dripping from his eyes.

"I remembered how they tried to get me to stop before I get too far. But honestly, I needed to get high to forget that I was missing you. To forget that I keep falling down when everything I see kept reminding me of you. Basically to get you off my mind," he shook his head with a chuckle, his tears dripping to the table.

He put the fork down and bowed his head down to prevent you from looking at his teary face as he gripped his hair tightly. "I'm sorry, y/n. I'm so so sorry, y/n." he choked out. You got up quickly, ignoring the tears that you didn't even realize we're falling, coming closer to the man you love who was pouring his heart out to you.

You quickly got on your knees and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into your embrace and pushing his face to the crook of your neck as he started sobbing. As a reflex, he immediately wrapped his strong muscular arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

You couldn't help but cry as well. He hasn't contacted you since that night two weeks ago, which made you assume he stopped loving you. But being in his embrace right now with his shaking self in your arms as you both sobbed into each others shoulders made your heart ache for him even more.

"I forgive you, Jeno. I forgive you." you whispered, pressing soft kisses to his cheek. "I'm sorry, too. I should've talked to you instead of yelling at you like that." you sniffled. "I was honestly thinking bout joining you during these two weeks without you." you admitted with a chuckle.

Jeno's arms tightened around you, as if he let you go, you would disappear to leave him being swallowed up by his emotions. "These past two weeks were a living hell. Please, I'll stop. I'll stop these habits for real, please if you'd just-" you pulled away slightly to press your lips against Jeno's as hard as you could, cutting him off.

Jeno responded to the kiss immediately, pressing his lips onto yours just as hard, if not, harder. You both tasted the tears on each others lips as you ran your hands through Jeno's brown locks as you felt him grip your waist with one hand and cup your face in the other.

From now on you both had each other to make the pain go away without going back to your old habits.

[a-walking-fandom-reference]

Uh hey so i had a question?? Maybe you could help idk but I'm having trouble finding a stim that works right now?? I don't have any stim toys but i normally find other things that work for me and i keep flapping my hands but it's not really helping?? Idk it's very frustrating and i feel like im trapped in my skin

Hey! Sorry i didn’t respond sooner but i totally get this. I definitely have times where i super need to stim but nothing feels right or works and it’s so so frustrating. I didn’t have any stim toys either till a couple years ago and even now i just have some fidget spinners, a fidget cube, and a chew necklace. i’m gonna list some stims i do or stim with besides those and hand flapping (which i do a lot too) and hopefully it’s helpful for you. warning: this is wayyyyy too long and has way more information then you asked for but finally got those adhd meds again so i’m like oh can’t stop typing (typing stim right there).

(p.s. if you or anyone ever wants to talk or ask about neurodivergent stuff feel free to i’m always happy to talk about or help and my inbox and dms are always open)

chewing: i chew on stuff a lot to stim (even though it’s like the worst stim for my tmj) and sometimes find myself eating stuff just to move my mouth. but mostly i chew on my shirt collar a lot or just have it in my mouth a lot of the time, i also love gum and hard candies but tic tacs are my favorite but i end up eating a whole container of them when i have them because i just love chewing them. also uncooked pasta is a favorite to chew on. i also sometimes chew on pens

listening: i listen to songs, tv episodes, and podcasts on repeat a lot like a lot a lot. i don’t like quiet most of the time or not really quiet because i can hear everything around me all the time but like i don’t really like that either so. i listen to my brother my brother and me like 24/7 i’ve listened to all the podcast episodes? like way too many times, i also listen to bojack or bob’s burgers a lot because i’ve also seen the episodes so many times i know exactly what’s happening in every scene, the music i listen to on repeat is either a single song or an album, so show yourself, rewrite the stars, words fail, etc or frozen ii, jatp, dear evan hansen albums. i also cover and uncover my ears a lot because i like the noise.

touching: i love feeling stuff mostly soft stuff so petting my cats or rabbit, feeling blankets, holding and rubbing stuffed animals

smell: i’m super sensitive to like 95% of smells but the smells i do like i can smell for hours and are big stim i’ve been doing for a long time specifically laundry detergent so i put my shirt over my nose a lot also my haunted mansion themed body wash is my favorite scent ever and so i just smell that and it really calms me

vocal: i don’t talk a lot i’m a fairly quiet person and could and have gone days without speaking but i can be loud and talkative when hyper or infodumping and have always stimmed a lot vocally. i hum a lot or just make noises or beats, i have a kind of odd vocal stim where i just kind of sing old mcdonald randomly (i don’t know why but i’ve done it for a while) and also echolalia, a lot of them are just weird and everyone around me is like please stop saying, “it’s not just food, it’s fourth meal” but i love echolalia i think it’s a super cool thing autistics do!

body stims/stuff with my hands: i rub my hands together, crack my knuckles, clap, drum with my hands on anything and everything (i was a percussionist in middle school band and have always loved the drums so) i also use pencils/chopsticks/paint brushes or anything and drum on tables or just air drum with imaginary drumsticks. i twirl my hair a lot and now that it’s longer i do little braids braiding is such a nice stim. i also do body stims that aren’t good for my joint hypermobility but like i just need to do them sometimes, such as doing circles with my wrist or ankle or hyperextending my elbow. one of my favorite stims i do and one i do mostly in public because i need room (and since covid and like barely ever leaving my house when i do go out i do it a lot) is i kind of jump up and lift one leg in the air and clap under my leg. that probably sounds weird and like it kind of is but whatever stims can be weird and that’s great! i also rock back and forth on my heals a lot.

visual: i’m not a person that gets into a lot of like stimboards and stuff because a lot of stim gifs aren’t stuff i like but my favorite stim gifs or videos are calligraphy writing ones, cooking/cake decorating, nail painting, and just food recipe videos. sometimes i’ll just end up in a wormhole on pinterest of food recipe vids, like they are never foods i could actually eat or ever need the recipe for but i just love watching them (except meat heavy ones i just don’t like looking at meat). also i love watching fandom video edits on instagram i have like a bajillion saved and watch them all the time. i also love love watching gifs of characters stimming and sometimes just go through my autistic collection to watch these gifs for hours.

random stims: one of biggest stims is playing with toy cars and toy skateboards. i just kind of roll them on my arms/hands/legs or tables. i actually take a mcdonald’s clone wars anakin skateboard toy like everywhere with me, and i love it i found it at my gramma’s house years ago and it’s become like a comfort item at this point and of course because of adhd i lose everything i touch so before i leave the house i’m always like where is my anakin skywalker skateboard. i also have a lightning mcqueen car that was my comfort stim toy before anakin and i still take him a lot of places too. i also love wear rings to stim with, i don’t have any like spinning rings or anything yet but i just like twisting them on my finger a lot, my favorite to do that with is my great grandmother’s spoon ring it’s the perfect thing to twist and i love it. i also like pressure stims sometimes if my body can handle it like putting couch cushions on me or my weighted blanket. i also just play with my pop socket a lot and use it so much i broke the top of it off but i don’t know what i would do without it.

sorry that was way too long and way too much information and i don’t even know if any of that was helpful at all but i really hope something was or it gave you an idea for a different stim. like i said before you can literally ask me about anything especially neurodivergent stuff.

[lesbiancarat]

Book anon here to say today is a happy day because it is dk and vernon day ^0^ the fact they share bdays makes my heart so big like djakdnaks that's the best thing really! (I say this as I don't like celebrating my own birthday lol but that shiz makes me soft) like how can it not get better than sharing a birthday with your fellow bandmate who is also your buddy :'))

Back on topic, I am happy that in the fandoms I'm in, update blogs or accounts are well loved so no drama there but I agree on cc peeps, my gosh the decline of them is obvious for the past 2 years =/ I remember 2018 the carat fandom here was HUGE with creators and lots of notes but now...its hard to see more than 200 for some and while numbers don't matter because you should ALWAYS be doing this for fun, its so shocking to see the interaction go so low and its more likes. I do have a theory as to why this is the case and it might be due to nowadays, people on Tumblr find reblogging alot to be "too much" akaspamming. I would know because some told me I do this and I'm like ??? I am simply reblogging content I like and if it means hitting the rbelog limit so be it djajdjw. Legit idk why its seen as bad nowadays when everyone used to reblog alot and no one complained so maybe this could be why? Again a theory but it would make sense and its a shame if this is the case :c I admit I like stuff because I sometimes do reblog it for a color theme but mostly I hit the reblog limit so I want to reblog it later xD

But let's not get into people that take others work as their own -.- now I get giving credit for say icons (I do this for icons and headers I use because its the least I can do. I would link it but idk how to do it on Tumblr lol) but taking someone's say gif and just posting it on twitter to share is like ??? You do know there is a share button that SHARES THE ORIGINAL LINK BACK RIGHT? Smh i can't with people. That's why I try to make sure for icons at least I know its not a repost and try to stay away from pintrest as best as I can (also svt on pintrest? Are they making moodboards or smth? I leave Tumblr for a bit and this is what I come back to lol)

Oof I wrote too much again sjamdna I'm living up to my emoji huh? XD but yes my tooth is better! It hurt again last night but today we are good!

I'm late answering this but yeah the fact that dk and vernon share a Birthday is super sweet! it's fun that they get to do their birthday live together as well ^^

but yeah i joined carat tumblr around late 2017/early 2018 (i made this side blog during oh my era but I'd been reblogging svt stuff on main before then) and I'm p sure most if not all the cc's i originally followed are inactive now :( obviously like you said content creators should make content for fun and bc they want to and not for the notes, but it's understandably disheartening when less people are interacting with it and even the people who do still see your content are (at least seemingly) less enthusiastic about it (ie liking but not reblogging it, less ppl writing things in the tags or replies, etc.)

but that's so wild to me? I've never heard anyone say someone is reblogging too many things like... how do you expect to see posts if people don't reblog stuff?? id welcome that extra content on my dash dhfjfh. i guess you can go in specific tags but like. idk reblogging is the main function of tumblr i don't know why there are people sort of against it/not as willing to use it (i mean... i suspect at least one factor is other social media platforms relying more on algorithms and likes to show people new content and ppl are just more used to that maybe?)

i feel like to some extent people feel entitled to have every or any gif or fanart or fan content on their platform of choice, but like if an artist posts something on tumblr but not on twt or instagram it doesn't HAVE to be on twt or insta. people can make a tumblr (or whatever platform) account if that's the only place a creator is active and they really want to see their content. and if people want to share something cool to another platform it is not hard to just post a link to the original post and tell people to check it out. like i do that every once in a while if there's a translation that doesn't allow reposts, but i still want ppl to know that trans exists if they wouldn't normally. and yeah!! you're gonna get less engagement that way!! but that's when you need to question whether your intention is really to share something cool w people who wouldn't normally see it or if you just want clout from this cool thing for yourself

and obviously not everyone who reposts things wo credit or permission has such innocent intentions as "i want to share this cool thing" but i think in a lot of cases it is something similar to that where ppl see something and they want to use it or share it for whatever reason and they just forget that it's something an actual person took the time to create and chose to share it. fan creations, unless otherwise specified, are not like memes in that they're intended to be shared and edited and copied to hell and back

but yeah pinterest is the worst in terms of reposts. like very little if any of the content on there (at least that's fandom related) is original content. the vast majority is reposts from other platforms without credit. a few weeks ago i saw someone on twt post like an old SVT photo or something and someone asked where it was from and they were like 'idk i saw it on pinterest' and when i tell u my blood boiled dhfkfj like!! ok!! so you're reposting a repost and u have no idea what the original source is... great

but yeah i have no idea what SVT is gonna do with pinterest... guessing it's just gonna be pledis posting official/behind photos that they also post on twt anyway. it really looks like it's something bh made them create given other bhl artists also have pinterests they're all following each other. also pledis didn't even officially announce the new account opening anywhere as far as I've seen so like. i think they really don't care dhfkfj

i really don't know what bh thinks they're gonna gain though like. ik there are active fandom pinterest users but i think most of them also have other social media like twt or insta. like they're not cracking open a huge new market, and LITERALLY NO ONE expects any musician or celeb to have an official Pinterest so. it's just so unnecessary dhfkgj

I'm glad your tooth is feeling better!!!

[coffin-ass]

I looked at her pale sleeping face. Even her eyes are closed and in the blanket of nothingness, i can't tell if she's in peace. She's been fighting her bone cancer for fifteen years. It was been discovered when she's five and i guess that's where Mom started being stressed until now. My sister would undergo her operation tomorrow. We never got along in so many ways but I'm not ready to lose her yet. Yngrid even laughed so hard as i sulked in my room after knowing she really needed the operation. There's a 70-30% chance of both prons and cons. The family's gut feelings are enough to win the 70% for pros and Yngrid wanted to fight too. 

I was about to drift off in the sofa next to her hospital bed when i remembered she left her favorite lavender shawl on the rooftop and she asked me to fetch it for her. She loves staying there during 5pm to witness the orange hue of sky. I stood and paved my way through the elevator to hoist me up. Yngrid's room was in 21st floor and this building has 30 floors. My phone beeped and it was Mom's text asking if she've dozed off already and i sent a thumbs up to her. 

The elevator dinged and opened before me. I climbed the stairs on my right and i opened the door. The rushing wind of 10:47 pm is enough to give me chills. I hugged myself even I'm wearing a hoodie. 

The hazy orange post light spread in an odd way maybe because it has been used for many years. I spread my gaze and adjusted my sight to the darkness and i saw something err, is that a person walking above the wall? The wall's probably waist-length from the floor  relatively. I don't know how thick the wall is but the hair on my neck stood and i run towards the motion. I have a feeling the person raised its head to glance at me then i grabbed her clothes. 

"What the fuck, dick-hole?!" She shouted at me and we stumbled on the rough floor with her above me. I can tell she's really mad even I can't see her in this darkness. But her fruity scent seemed to intoxicate me. 

She stood and frowned at my existence. I got up and i heard my back cracked. I can see her now. She tied her hair in messy bun that's why i can't address a noun for her earlier.

"Speak you motherfucking idiot. Oh my god why do somebody like you just existed. You make me hate your kind even more." She's so infuriated and made a face palm many times. Her knee-high hospital gown was crumpled because she's been balling her fist. 

"I'm sorry to interrupt your suicidal attempt but that's my first action to take after seeing you floating in there." I said trying to stand my point because her madness shook the shit out of me. 

"Go mind your own business. Can you just go and fuck yourself and just die." She said kicking the empty canned beer off the wall. 

"You know what i don't know what you're going through but i can't tolerate something like this. I have a sister suffering and seeing you like that? And act like it's nothing? I'm sorry but if saving someone means their hatred then go pick a voodoo doll for me." I said. 

She glared at me as she pursed her lip. 

"You cant save everybody. Go save your sister. And if you're feeling compassionate, fuck off. Make a room of exception for me. Oh my god can you just go." She said turning her back at me and stared at the city lights.

I can't do anything to save my sister if ever. I can't drag her off from jumping the building. I can't grab her a bottle of painkillers from drinking. Everything's in the hands of her surgeon. Maybe that's why seeing an opportunity to help this way rushed in me. 

"I can't save my sister on my own. That's why seeing you in there gave me the guts to." 

I followed her. I can see more of her now. The freckles under her eyes danced with the dots of reflected city lights. Her deep sunken eyes are almond-sized. She has a small face. Her wrists are full of lines. Scarred lines. Some are fresh because the blood's still there. 

"I might stab your eye right now can you just stop staring. I have the right to tell you to go fuck off because i came here first." She said after rolling her eyes. She untied her bun and her long wavy hair hangs on her shoulder and she immediately covered her neck. It's too late because i saw her scratches in there. 

I sighed. I spread my sight and found my sister's shawl and grabbed it. 

"I came for this." I said and waved it in front of her. 

She just glanced my way and didn't replied. 

"I'm all ears." I said. 

"Are you stupid enough to not understand everything now?" 

"Maybe i am. But hear this, have you gone to Verona? You should write to Juliet first. How about Paris? Have your padlock there first and if you really want to die, throw the keys on the sea. Jump off the cliffs in Norway, I'm sure it's a to-go place for everyone like you. I'm not saying it'll save you, it's just a recommendation."

You stared at me. I smiled. The smile i always give my sister after she wakes up every morning. Her frown has worn off now. There's only a blank expression in there. I don't know what's scary. The pain or the emptiness. 

I turned my back and walked away from her. As I'm about to descend, i peered at your way and you're still fixed on the city lights. I smiled. "Until then, i hope to see you soon," i blurted though i don't know if she heard me. 

-

I woke up one morning and it's been seven months since Yngrid survived the operation. I drowsily walked to the bathroom to brush my teeth when Mom screamed my name downstairs. 

"There's a mail for you, Drew! Be downstairs now!" I jolted. Who would send me a mail when there's an electronic for that? I hesitated brushing my teeth and hurried downstairs. 

"Where's the mail, Muuuum?!"

She pointed at the table and i grabbed it. It displays "From The Girl You Saved That Night" with the address "Juneau, Alaska".

My blood runs cold. 

-- Johna Latiban, "she didn't yeeted" 

//photo from Pinterest//