#anyway enjoy the prompt and have fun yall

[jotaroslooseeyebrowhair]

Dp x Dc prompt #?????

Dash was sitting in class when he got sent a text message from one Daniel Fenton. 715xx. The exact date of when him and Danny had started dating, and the emergency code that meant someone had found out about him being phantom, and he needed and immediate evac. Dash grabbed his phone and keys and ran out of class, Mr.Lancer and his friends yelling at him to come back, but they didn’t know what was going on, they didn’t understand.

Dash runs into Danny’s house and sees a glowing green strain of blood streaked down the hallway towards the basement. Dash runs over and throws the door open, practically jumping down the stairs with a yell of his boyfriends name on his mouth when he stopped dead in his tracks. In front of him was Phantom, leaned against a wall with glazed eyes, a large Y scar carved in his chest- but no other Fenton anywhere to be found.

Dash raced over and kneeled down, placing kisses all over his boyfriends face, telling him everything will be okay, he’s got you Danny, you’re safe now. Dash hastily wiped away his tears and shakily grabbed the needle with glowing green thread and sloppily sewing up Danny with one hand, the other tucking Danny’s head to his shoulder, not caring about the dead silent crying, though dash’s wasn’t nearly as silent. Dash finished and tried to ask about the Other Fentons- if they did this to him- but all Danny could do was shake his head no. Danny used the smeared blood on his fingers to write out “G i W” on the floor. Dash quietly asked if his boyfriends parents were working with them. A head shake… if, if his parents were trapped too? A slow nod.

Okay, okay dash can work with this. He’s worked with worse, like when he bruised his rib during the playoffs and still played anyways because he needed that scholarship. He can do this. Dash took a deep breath and slid his hands under Danny’s legs and his back, tucking his head to his chest again and letting Danny listen to his heart.. He used the emergency lockdown code Danny gave him for the portal and ran back up the stairs, sliding his now unconscious boyfriend into the passenger seat and sitting in the driver side. He took a deep breath and started the car. The one place he knows he can hide from with practiced ease, with absolute confidence of safety and security, his aunt Harley’s down in Gotham.

[raainberry]

Healing

« silly series - 8 »

Sana x gn!reader

Fluff

synopsis - sana has been helping you recover from a bad cold

wordcount - 1.1K

T/W - Food, Suggestive at one point

A/N - happy belated new year yall, it was a fun one for me i hope it was for you too!

“Sana.” You mumbled, walking into the kitchen of your shared apartment.

The cooking pot on the grill lost her attention as soon as she heard your voice, and she turned to bless you with that beautiful smile of hers.

If you weren’t feeling so weak, you’d have tried to match it. After coming down with a bad cold, it seemed you could only pout at her, prompting her to take care of your every need in seconds.

You weren’t exactly enjoying the free and excellent services, you didn’t want to be a bother, but it was nice having her around. Her love was a better medicine than the awful tasting one she was giving you. If it weren’t for her threats to take them away if you didn’t eat it, you’d have relied solely on her cuddles and kisses.

“Look at you, you made it out of bed!” She cheered, teasing your justified laziness the past few days.

She was glad to see you felt better, but the fact that you didn’t respond told her you weren’t really recovered yet either. Instead of the usual eye-roll or clap back, she was met with your arms around her, pulling her close and into their familiar warmth.

You hummed at the comfort she brought you, the one you’d finally found enough strength to pull yourself out of bed for. As much as you loved and appreciated all the cuddles she’d given you, you were starting to miss her hugs. The proper kind.

“Are you feeling better?” She asked, wanting to confirm her thoughts and you nodded as if she could see it.

One of her hands rested around your waist while the other checked for any signs of abnormal temperature on the side of your neck. Her touch was cold, but soothing. As great as it felt, it wasn’t exactly good news.

“You still have a bit of a fever. If it’s not gone before bed you’ll have to take the medicine, Y/n.” She said, making you pull away just enough for her to see you shaking your head.

“No please, I don’t need it anymore.” You groaned, but she only laughed at your childish tantrum.

“That’s what you said this morning and I believed you, now look at you.” She argued, cupping your face and squishing your warm, pink cheeks together.

It took everything in her not to kiss your lips, you looked adorable, but she couldn’t afford getting sick herself at the moment. She was risking enough by spending so much time by your side already.

“Well, believe me again, please. I really don’t want to swallow any more of that, it’s too awful.” You whined.

“That’s usually how you know it’s good for you.” She pointed out, an opinion you happened to not believe at all.

“I don’t remember you tasting bad.” You smiled, making her jaw drop slightly. The sight made you laugh out loud for the first time in a while, something Sana was thankful for despite the horrible joke.

“You’re lucky you’re sick, I would have hit you so hard.” She said, pulling away from you to give her attention back to the chicken soup she was making.

“I know, I kind of took advantage of that.” You said, resting your chin on her shoulder as your arms found her waist again.

You were particularly clingy in that state, and she wasn’t complaining one bit. She loved to feel you close, to feel you needing her, and your sick self served it all in an amazing way.

Sana smiled to herself when she felt your body lean into her back as you tried to get a good look inside the pot. It pushed her to place a quick kiss on your cheek before turning off the heat.

“I bet that’ll taste way better anyway.” You mumbled, already salivating despite having eaten the same meal five times since getting sick.

It was all you wanted and asked for, which kind of relieved Sana as it was one of the few things she could do well in the kitchen.

You watched as she poured some in a bowl she had prepared, still clinging onto her. She whined about wanting some space to not spill anything, but you wouldn’t hear it.

“Are you gonna eat while holding on to me?” She asked while pouring a second bowl for herself.

“If you feed me, I’m pretty sure I can.” You joked, but a spoon suddenly approached your lips soon after.

“Blow on it, it’s hot.” She smiled when you met her eyes.

You did as you were told, soon tasting her love in the food. Its warmth spread in your chest, slowly relieving some of the pain you’ve been feeling.

“So good.” You hummed, causing her to grin. “Thank you so much, I love you.”

The three little words caused another type of warmth to spread in Sana’s chest, all the way down to her stomach. The sensation pushed her to lay another kiss on your cheek, followed by a few more. It was the only way to stop her love for you from overflowing.

“I love you too, baby.” She giggled. “Do you think you can survive on the couch for a couple hours?”

“Probably. Why?” You wondered.

“I wanted to watch a movie with you. It’s been a while since we last spent a lazy night together.” She mindlessly played with the fabric of your hoodie as she spoke, and you wondered if the pouty eyes she was giving you were on purpose.

Either way, you couldn’t and wouldn’t say no to her. It had indeed been a while, you missed bonding over your favorite genres.

“Okay, but no horror movie.” You pleaded, and she laughed. “I’m serious, I don’t feel like jumping all over the place it’s too draining.”

“Fine, we’ll choose something chill.” She gave in, taking pity in your state despite finding it amusing.

“And if I fall asleep we’re staying there all night.” You added.

“I’m all good with that. Is that all?”

“I think it is.”

“Then come on!” She cheered, handing you your bowl of soup before running over to the couch in your living room.

When you joined her, she was already looking through the TV’s vod catalogue, her steaming soup waiting on the coffee table.

You put yours down as well, grabbing the plaid from the couch and wrapping it around yourself before pulling her in as well after sitting down next to her.

She snuggled into you, and you both forgot about the warm comfort food for a long while after that, getting lost in the movie you’d picked out.

You groaned when she suddenly remembered about it after feeling your warm skin underneath your hoodie. This kind of comfort wasn’t worth leaving for anything, especially not for the medicine she forced you to take along with the reheated soup.

“If I’m not better tomorrow I’m suing you.” You glared at her, shuddering at the aftertaste.

“Not if I keep you close like this, you won’t.” She grinned, wrapping her arms back around you to lay you down with her.

She was right. That’s why you didn’t argue further, deciding to melt into her embrace instead.

Good thing she didn’t mind falling asleep on that couch, because that was definitely where you were heading.

[sorrowfulmuse]

Hi! Could I request a Sub-Zero x reader where the reader is sweet and fun to everyone but him (they treat him and ONLY him the same way he treats literally everyone else) and they basically have some rival/romance thing going on?

♡:: sub zero (bi-han) x gn!reader (hc? blurb? im not sure)

✩:: FINALLY BIHAN REQUESTSSSS and you asked for the perfect prompt 😭, i kinda made this more bihans pov if that’s okay? also i apologize if i closed the requests yall! your girl is employed again saur now i have responsibilities 😞 right now i’ll be catching up on requests and will be opening requests maybe tomorrow night! STREAM CHASING THAT FEELING YALL and i hope you enjoy! remember to like and reblog pls! ☺️💞

♡:: warnings/mentions: nada

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the amount of glares that is shared in a close space because of you two is very uncomfortable.. just ask kuai liang and tomas! no but seriously, if it wasn’t oblivious enough that you and bi-han were naturally born enemies with a dash of attraction for each other is no lie.

"i expected more.." bi-han taunts you in a practice match, "well, i'm sure you can hit me if you try hard enough. i'll believe you." you snapped back. bi-han was irritating to be around half of the time but yet.. why did your eyes immediately meet his whenever you were around each other? anyways..

you’re not sure where both your rivalry started but you sure weren’t backing down to ending it. bi-han hated the way you played the game with him and that was by.. putting him in his place. kuailang would personally thank you for this sometimes.

although you started to notice the amount of times you caught bi-han near you. not physically but he was definitely near you enough to make you irritated by his presence, although seems like he was also irritated by your constant presence around other people.

he hated the way you treated others with such kindness, the way you would gleam a smile when tomas came to greet you or when johnny would indulge in a conversation with you and your laughter would be so anxious! he hated that he craved it in some way. craved to be.. he doesn’t know.

he doesn’t why he feels the way that he does for you.

so he intends to crush it, the feelings to not exist or so he claims doesn’t exist. you’re making him feel a way and he doesn’t like it.

there is times you both can coexist peacefully which is rare but very much needed considering he likes to hear your soft voice and how gracefully you speak.

a secret he’ll never tell but he'll watch you from afar while you attend to your duties or just relaxing during your training sessions, he finds himself staring a little too hard

his brothers would definitely be the two to first notice everything between you two but they’ll never say anything to bi-han especially since they didn’t want to feel his wrath.

so que the playboy johnny to steal your attention away! and boom, they have their answers: their brother has feelings for you but won’t admit it but on the other hand, do you feel the same way about him? is there a way they can get the truth out of you?

[rrenzwrld]

mama’s baby, daddy’s maybe

in which connie is a famous basketball player who has a secret baby with his best friend

this is part 6! the second to last part to mbdm :( and it’s kinda long bc it switches povs.. sorry y’all! but anyways, hope you enjoy! read the 5th part here and here, read part 4 here!

tags; @beautifulalienslimecroissant @neptunes1nterweb @yourrfavzxri @iikatsukii

After the outing, Connie and I had gotten closer in the following weeks. As busy as he was as the nation’s athlete, he still had enough time to set aside for me and Celest. The only reason he probably didn’t mind spending time with the baby was because she came along with me. It got to the point where it looked like he was growing attached and as far as he knew, he wasn’t her father. He thought he was just stepping in as an outside source.

Today I had took off for a doctor’s appointment for Celest where she’d be getting shots. I talked to Connie that morning and my plans slipped up so I should’ve known he would’ve wanted to go with me.

“But don’t you have a game?” I wedged my phone between my ear and neck as I buckled in a busy Celest.

“Yeah but that’s not until 7. Y’know, I just wanna be there for support.” At first glance, I didn’t see nothing wrong with it until I considered the situation again. Plus the fact that he was a celebrity and could be recognized going to a pediatrician with a random lady and her baby.

“I guess.. you gon meet me there?”

“Yeah just send me the address. I’ll get there before you anyways.”

I scoffed. “Boy you better not be tryna speed through these streets. I can’t afford your bail.”

“You won’t need to. Imma call you when I get there.” And with that we said our goodbyes and hung up before I started on my way.

And Connie was in fact there before me.

“Told you.” He smirked, making fun of the fact that I didn’t believe him. Celest was starting to fall asleep again on my shoulder but once she saw Connie, she woke up immediately.

He took his shades off as Celest wiggled out my arms to run into his. “At least someone’s happy to see me. Estrellita!” He calls her Estrellita, which means little star in spanish as I’ve been told and that’s interesting because the inspiration for her name came from his.. Constance. His name always reminded me of the stars and how beautiful they were as constellations on some nights, which is what I saw every time I looked at him and now see every time I look at my baby. I really need to find a way on how to break the news to him.

Once we got in and we’re now waiting for the lady to come in.

“Y’know you didn’t have to come, right? You probably had something else to do.”

Connie shook his head as he held onto Celest in his lap. “Nah, I like spending time with yall. Especially this lil girl.” He tickled her sides, which made her squirm.

I didn’t know what I was thinking to prompt me to say what was next. “Actually Connie, there’s—“ but luckily the pediatrician came just in time

She greeted us as she walked in and was surprised to see Connie in the chair because normally it’s just Celest and I.

She looked at me and then looked at Connie and Celest. “Are you dad?” My eyes widened. He was dad but he didn’t know he was dad. All Connie did was laugh because I could see that he didn’t know how to react.

“Nah, um… just a friend.”

“Oh!” She laughed. “You and the baby look so much alike I thought you were dad.” Connie slowly turned his head to look at me and I slowly turned my head in the opposite direction.

“Just probably been around her for too long.” The pediatrician started somehow laughing harder than before. I wanted to leave now for a multitude of reasons. But once I finished talking to her about Celest and the type of shots she’d be given today, everything was almost over.

“Does she like shots?” Connie leaned over to me after the pediatrician left to get the supplies for the shots.

I laughed a bit. “Who likes to get shots?” He rolled his eyes.

“I’m sayin does she cry and stuff?”

“She’ll cry but only for a lil bit. I got her if you can’t—“

“Nah, she cool. I got her.” The cart rolled in and Celest started to whine and get antsy. I hated when she’d get shots because I’d always cry with her, but it helped when Connie was here.

The first looked to be the most painful for her but she didn’t cry all that much but that was probably because Connie held onto her so tightly, making sure she wouldn’t wiggle around. After the first, the second floor one came and went so it was over by this point and Celest’s little thighs were decorated with pretty pink butterfly bandaids.

“See?” The pediatrician began putting the stuff away. “Wasn’t that bad, right?” She tickled at Celest’s tummy and of course she laughed even through her teary eyes. Connie on the other hand, looked like he was fighting back tears himself.

When we left, Connie had put his shades back on as he walked to my car to buckle Celest in.

“Thank you for coming Connie, I appreciated your… support.”

“Anytime.. you coming to the game later?” I didn’t know if I wanted to go through that hassle again. “I’ll find a way to get yall in—“

“It’s okay, we’ll just watch you on tv.”

He raised a brow. “You sure? Don’t wanna be there for the real thing?”

He made me giggle like a high school girl. “I have the real thing right here. And plus, Cee will watch you better at home anyways.”

“Alrighty pretty girl.. you better be watching.”

“Or what?” He was close enough to rattle the fluttering in my stomach. He stood in front of me for a while, gently biting on his lips but I couldn’t see his eyes because they were hidden.

He scoffed. “You’ll find out,” He pecked me on my cheek. “Bye, love you!” Before quickly getting into his car and speeding off. ‘Love you..?’

(📞switching sides) CONNIE

After the game, all I could think about was the events of today and what the pediatrician lady said. My mind was so set on that, I didn’t even go to the club like the team would always do after winning a game to celebrate. Everyone went to the club that night except for Onyankopon. Him and I were the closest on the team and he’s always had my back through everything since joining the team. When I was first starting out in the pro world, he was the one who didn’t mind helping me out. He was only a few years older than me but he was like a brother.

Instead of going to the club, we went to Jean’s house to hang out with him and Sasha. We had a few drinks and played a few games and even though it’s minimal, having the time to wind down with them was always enjoyable.

They knew all about my time with Celest and Chy’anne but they haven’t really asked any questions about them until now, which was strange. I even told them about today at the pediatrician’s and what I was feeling with that, thinking they’d just brush me off to talk about something else but…

“So she asked if you were the dad because you and the baby look alike?” Jean basically repeated what I told him.

“Yeah and I told her that I was Chy’anne’s friend—“

“Y’know she wouldn’t just ask something like that for no reason, right?” He had a point but I assumed he was bullshitting.

I narrowed my eyes at him “What you tryna say?”

“You got a picture of the baby?”

“Whoa—“

“Shut up,” He snapped at Sasha while reaching out for my phone. “I’m tryna see something..” I brought up a family picture from Chy’anne’s page and handed the phone over.

Once he was looking at the picture, Sasha and Ony leaned over his shoulder to look. Ony kept looking between me and the phone while Sasha covered her mouth with her eyes widened. Their dramatic reactions were making me nervous.

“What?”

“I don’t know if you’re just being dumb on purpose or what but…”

“That baby yours, G.”

“Gimme that shit..” I snatched the phone from Jean’s hands and my heart felt like it was gonna pump out my chest. I glanced at the picture before turning the phone off. “Stop playin with me. That baby look so much like Chy’anne, you can’t even really tell who—“

“Keep telling yourself that~” I don’t know why I felt so worked up if I knew Celest wasn’t mine, right? How could she be?

“A blind person can see that’s your daughter, Connie.”

“Nah, fuck that. Chy’anne wouldn’t do that to me. I know her.”

“Do you?” My eyes met Ony’s. “A person can change a lot in two years.” Again, a point was made but it wasn’t nearly enough to convince me. To me, the idea of her daughter being mine was a crazy idea because I knew the type of person she was and I knew she wouldn’t keep such a thing from me for so long.

“And why do you think she’d do that?” Jean added.

“I don’t know, maybe she was going through some shit or something.”

Jean rolled his eyes. “Obviously, but maybe she had a reason why she hid the baby from you.”

I had to laugh a lil bit because it was getting ridiculous now. To the point where I might have started feeling paranoid. “I’m telling you, that’s not my baby. Love her to death but she’s not mine to claim. If she was really my child, I’m sure I’d know about it by now.”

Jean sighed like he was frustrated that I wasn’t believing them. I chose not to believe them because I know how I’d feel if that really was the case and I just didn’t wanna face my feelings if that was a possibility.

“What happened two years ago?” I didn’t know why Jean was asking a question he knew the answer to.

“You know what happened—“

“Wait what happened two years ago?” Ony stopped me. “You just told me you and the girl were friends, you didn’t tell me y’all had history and shit.”

“Basically,” I dreaded telling this story again so I just summed it up. “Her and I were real close. Best friends since diapers and she’s always supported me because I played ball but she stopped talking to me right before I was drafted. Haven’t talked for two years since then until now.”

“Damn.”

“You’re missing something, Connie.” Sasha spoke up but I was confused.

“How you gonna tell me what I’m missing in my story?” Jean and Sasha exchanged looks. My mind was searching for what they were trying to remind me until I finally realized it all in a few seconds. It was like everything came rushing back all at one time. I then recognized the event as the night that changed everything. I guess I had completely shut down because someone had to get my attention a few times.

“You remember now?”

I nodded and tried swallowing the dry knot in my throat. “Yeah, we had sex. Right before I was getting ready to go to California. I remember it being an issue because we were friends until.. we did that. And then her sister told me she was sick and stuff but I didn’t pay attention to it at the time.”

“And maybe, just maybe,” Jean raised his hands. “She was sick because she was just finding out she was pregnant.” Now that I remembered everything, what Jean said made sense and I’d only find out the real truth if I asked her up front.

“Okay but, why would she keep a whole baby from me for two years? Why would she do that to me?” Anger, frustration, confusion and everything in between started to rise inside of me but I tried brushing it off. Although I wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt, the fact that we potentially had a daughter together that I didn’t know about and that I could’ve been there for, made me feel betrayed.

“See, that is what I don’t know. Up to you to figure out.” Sooner or later, that is what I aimed to find the answer to

she WILL tell him in the next part, i PROMISE😭 and everything will unfold for the lil finale, just stay tuned <3

[luffyvace]

Bonolenov x reader who’s from his tribe!! (｀_´)ゞ

Came up with this cute prompt when I was writing my phantom troupe relationship hcs

I love this idea :) enjoy bc its gn!~

Now to him, he was the last member of his tribe

the gyudondond tribe

it was low key depressing knowing that

Epsecially in knowing they were pushed out of they’re territory for modern buildings

and got erased ☹️

which is a cruel and unjustly way to go

but nothing was fair in the world the troupe grew up in

so he doesn’t let that get him down

and for you, you thought you were also the last member

knowing your entire tribe is wiped out and your the only one left….

how comforting. 😐

y’all probably met in meteor city or through the troupe

and I say this because 1) anyone outside the troupe he isn’t ordered to kill, he ignores. And 2) it’s just reasonable, he hardly talks to anyone outside of business

anyway

You both were overjoyed that your entire clan had not been eradicated !

seriously it’s so good to know at least one person in the world relates to you like no other

and has your cultural background!

Honestly as soon as you saw bonolenov’s holes you prob was like “wait..gyudondond tribe..?”

‼️ “yes I am! You know of it??….are you..?”

”YEAH!”

”what..?? I thought the rest of my tribe had been slaughtered!!”

”same! I though I was the last one!”

and boom 😎

you two found each other

And found out your the only TWO left in your tribe 👍 (😃)

talking about your traditions and culture together is always super fun and is soothing to be able to not have to explain how anything works

You share childhood stories once you get close enough

and how peaceful your village was

at some point you even got to how you survived the colonists 😬

But mostly lighter topics, like talking about your pasts and what turns you took

if your in the troupe he’s glad he doesn’t have to worry much about your safety since you at least should know nen

but he still kinda does because if you die then he’ll really be the last member this time :/

Although I will say he believes in your strength 💪

even if your not the strongest he knows you can handle yourself

discussing what happened to your tribe is kinda upsetting but there was some happy memories mixed in

if your angry and wish to seek revenge he understands

he may even help in what ways he can

and tbh

you two being a couple—both gyudondond tribe members work out better than either of you getting with someone outside the tribe

especially since your both used to y’all traditions and cultures

as far as food, dancing and his holes

plus courting will be the way the tribe traditionally does it

as well as gifting and such

it’ll just work out a lot better and things will run more smoothly in your relationship

and you two are generally just much happier

you could even live in a gyudondond traditional house and you two wouldn’t strife!

it’s like a dream for the both of you 😍

yall meant to be fr 😪🔗

overall you guys are very happy to relate to the other on that extra level 💗

Aww how cute

I really hope a bonolenov stan sees and enjoys these <3

[phoebe-delia]

Prompt

For @drarrymicrofic prompt: prompt. I'm doing something a little different here. I hope yall enjoy this. It's self-insert, technically, but in a way I think could be fun. We're going meta, folks! Rated M!

I put my laptop aside and thunked my head against the couch cushion. "This is useless."

"What is?" Harry sat down next to me, sipping from his cup of water and setting it down on the coffee table.

I turned to look at him. "This fic. I can't think of a prompt."

"Have you checked the—"

"Yes, I checked the microfic prompts. They're all great but I've already done a lot of them and the others haven't sparked anything specific yet." I narrowed my eyes at him. "Why can't you and Draco do something interesting for me to write about?"

Harry raised an eyebrow. "Why can't you come up with something interesting for us to do?"

"Like each other!" Draco called as he walked in from the next room. Harry snickered as Draco approached us and sat next to Harry on the couch.

I rolled my eyes. "Draco, for the last time, I'm not interested in writing smut. As much as I might love to read it, and adore my writer friends who do, it just doesn't inspire me creatively."

"Mmm but we get pretty inspired, don't we, Potter?" Draco took Harry's chin in his hand and brought their lips close.

"We do," Harry murmured, leaning in and kissing Draco.

I wrinkled my nose. "Can you not? Or at least do that in another room? I'm trying to be inspired to write something about you two idiots and your making out isn't helping."

Draco rolled his eyes. "Oh as if you don't love it. But—fine. We shall delay our mindblowing sex in order to help you pay appropriate homage to our relationship."

"How generous," I said dryly. "Now help me!"

Harry pursed his lips. "Have you tried listening to music?"

"Yeah, but all the songs I listened to I've either done already, or didn't really hit me right," I said. "Can't you two give me ideas? Just—give me words or short phrases that you might like to see me write about for you."

"What makes you think we know?" Harry asked. "You're the writer!"

"Phoebe, and I say this with all due respect," Draco drawled. "As both a manifestation of your writer's block and one of your—what's the word? Blob?"

"Blorbo," I said, smiling amusedly.

"Yes, that," Draco said waiving a hand at me. "What a ridiculous term, but anywho. As a beloved blorbo, I must remind you that you cannot force a good story. Inspiration strikes when it comes, and neither Harry nor I can tell you what to write. We are yours to place in infinite scenarios, but seeing as we exist entirely within your own mind, we are unfortunately no more informed about writing prompts than you are."

I narrowed my eyes again. "You're right, but entirely unhelpful."

Draco smirked. "I'd call that a job well done. Anyway, I'm bored of this. Harry, darling, care for a shag?"

Harry's eyes lit up. He nodded. "Let's go," he said, letting Draco pull him to his feet. They jogged toward their shared bedroom. "Good luck with the writing, Phoebe!" Harry called over his shoulder before they slammed the door.

I cringed and cast the strongest silencing spell I knew at the door. I picked up my laptop. "Useless," I muttered, and refreshed Tumblr once more.

[golbrocklovely]

revenge of the nerd // sam golbach (pt. 2)

A/N: this took forever for me to write, but it was so fun to write when i finally got started lol nerdy sam just does something to me, much like brunette sam. anyway, tell me what you think about this part two. maybe i'll make a part three if yall want it ;) enjoy

prompt: stacy hates admitting it, but sam got under her skin. and now, she needs him more than ever. || fem OC x sam golbach

trigger warning: SMUT dear lord it's smutty, drinking/partying scene, cursing, popular!OC, a little bit less over the top than last time tho lol, sam is a “nerd” still, degradation, slut mentions thru the roof, baby girl/good girl/whore mentions, no condom sex, possible dubcon??, just be aware if that's not something you're interested in reading

word count: 3003

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“You have no idea how badly I need this party tonight.” I sighed, taking a huge gulp of my drink.

Heather raised an eyebrow at me. “Are you okay? You've been wound up ever since that party like two weeks ago.”

“I've just had a lot on my mind, and all I want to do is relax.” I huffed.

Heather smirked, “It wouldn't have anything to do with that Sam guy you got paired up with fo-”

“No!” I screeched suddenly, clearing my throat right after. “No. I-It has nothing to do with him.”

She put her hands up defensively, “Okay, just checking. I'll be right back.”

I nodded my head, turning away and rolling my eyes as I downed my drink. I can't believe she would bring up Sam.

Ugh, even the sound of his name pissed me off.

I hated to even admit it, but Sam got under my skin. For the past two weeks he had been all I can think about anymore. And what doesn't help is the boys that I usually used for my "distraction" weren't able to distract me. Or get me off.

And then when I would try to… alleviate myself, all I could think about was him.

I was sexually frustrated, and it was all because Sam left me high and dry.

Fucking nerd.

And what's worse is I don't even know if I'll ever see him again. I wanted to tease him, to make him feel as sexually frustrated as I was. That's the least of what he deserved. But I had no way to reach out to him. Not to mention, I didn't want him thinking I was crawling back to him.

If I get the chance to, he'll pay for how he made me feel that night.

I stomped through the house, trying to see where Heather went off to. I glanced around the living room, trying to find her. But my eyes landed on someone else.

Sam. Sitting with a girl. Obviously flirting.

My stomach dropped at the sight of him. He was dressed in a similar style like before. He took a sip from his solo cup, his eyes looking up and down at the girl he was talking to.

Should I go over to him? Oh my God no! What am I saying?

I watched as the girl slid her hand onto his leg, laughing at something he said. Then suddenly, his eyes gazed over at me.

I stumbled back, his icy blue look taking me by surprised. I immediately turned around and headed for the kitchen, praying that he didn't notice me staring.

Dear God, I'm just as pathetic as him. This is the absolute worst.

I needed to pour myself a new drink. I shoved past the random people blocking my way. I groaned as I made it to the sink, grabbing a new cup and making a quick vodka soda.

Maybe I could find Jared and see if he's not busy and then I-

Someone interrupted my thoughts. “Hey Stacy.”

I turned around to see who was calling me, only to almost spit out my drink.

Are you fucking kidding me?!?!?!?! “Hi.”

“So, crazy seeing you around. Didn't know you partied at the Delta Nu house.” Sam commented.

“Yeah, I come here often.” I replied dryly, keeping my back towards him.

“So, how have you been?” He asked.

“Okay. You?” I deadpanned.

He hummed. “Same.”

There was a long pause from him, and I prayed that he had left.

“Could you make me a drink real quick?” He placed his cup next to me, keeping his distance.

I rolled my eyes. “Can't you make it yourself?”

“Well, you're right by the alcohol, so I figured you could just pour me some.” He responded coolly.

“Fine.” I grabbed his cup from the counter, taking the vodka and pouring some into his cup. I heard someone from behind say excuse me; and all of a sudden, a warm body was up against mine.

“What the fuck?” I jeered, turning my head to Sam.

“Sorry, I was taking up space.” He apologized.

I whined angrily. “And you couldn't just move to the other side?”

Sam shook his head. “Nope. He kinda shoved me this way.”

“Well can you back up now?” I questioned, lightly pushing against him to make him move.

He didn’t budge. He kept his body against mine. “I highly doubt you want that.”

“I don't want you fucking close to me.” I barked.

Sam chuckled, his voice lowering. "Are you still upset about the other party?"

"What's there for me to be upset about? Honestly I was super drunk, so I don't really remember most of it." I smirked, turning to look at him.

“Oh… I think there was something about us getting put into a closet together and making a bet that I couldn't turn you on... And you lost.” He uttered into my ear.

I ignored the rush of nerves that washed over me as his breath fanned across my neck. “Weird. Don't remember that.”

“Right. So, you're not upset that I didn't get you off? That I didn't fuck you?” He whispered, his smile mocking.

“No. Besides I ended up sleeping with Jared that night. And then Ryan the next day.” I shot back.

He nodded. “I heard. Jared and Ryan like to brag.”

“Well, they are fantastic lovers. And so am I. Too bad you won't find that out.” I quipped.

“Is that so?” He questioned.

I rolled my eyes at him, trying to hide my pounding heart. “Here's your vodka soda. Are you gonna leave me alone now?”

"Just one more question," Sam took swig of his drink, pressing himself even more into me, my body flush against the counter. I felt heat spread across my skin, and I tried not to shiver as he pressed his mouth close to my ear. "Did they make you feel as good as I did?”

“Even better. T-B-H, I really don't even remember our time in the closet. I was hella drunk.” I stated.

He exhaled, amused. “You already said that.”

I felt Sam's hand rest against thigh, just right under my skirt. Then casually, he began to move it up, inch by inch. I gasped at the cool feeling of his hand against my warm skin. His finger had just reached the very beginning of my skirt when I realized what was happening.

"What the hell are you-?!" I whispered aggressively, grabbing his hand and stopping him. I glared at him over my shoulder. "There's too many people around for you to be doing that."

“That's the problem with you popular people. You think everyone is always paying attention to you. You think all eyes are on you. In reality, no one cares. No one is looking at you... besides me.” Sam argued.

I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of wondering if he was right, so I stared straight forward, my eyes boring into the glass cabinet in front of me.

He continued, his lips pressed against my ear. “I could literally yank your skirt up, rip your panties off, and fuck you against this counter, and no one would even glance at you. They would only notice what we were doing when you start screaming my name.”

I scoffed, “Like I would ever scream your name. I've never screamed anyone's name.”

“Then I guess Ryan and Jared aren't that good at sex.” He remarked.

“They're definitely better than you. You don't even have that effect on me.” I swallowed hard, knowing it was a lie.

Sam hummed against my neck. I could tell from the purse of his lips he was smirking. In an instant, he slid his hand up the rest of my skirt, cupping my sex and pressing my wet panties against my clit. I shuddered, my eyes widening as my hand fell from his and gripped the counter.

Sam murmured, “I beg to differ.”

I hadn't even realized how wet I had gotten, my mind completely fogged by Sam's presence.

Fuck, this is not how things were supposed to go.

“I've thought about you every night since that party.” He confessed.

I bit my lip, “Of course you have.”

“I even slept with other girls, thinking that maybe that would help. But it didn't. No girl is quite like you.” He kissed my neck gently, my back arching against him, “No girl feels the same as you. No girl is as wet as you.”

I couldn't even reply, the pressure he was applying to my clit made my eyes roll back. I needed more, and my hips started moving against him.

“Oh baby...” Sam kissed my neck sweetly, cooing. “Are you sexually frustrated? Did I do that to you?”

“Yes. W-wait no. No, I-I'm not.” I stuttered.

“Then why are you fucking my hand?” He queried innocently.

My eyes popped open at his words, glancing down and realizing I was grinding against his hand. I ripped his hand away, spinning around, and shoving his chest. He smacked back into the island in the middle of the kitchen, a look of surprise on his face.

I reared back and slapped him across the face. Only a couple people around us noticed, their expressions shocked.

I stumbled up to Sam, my face close to his. His eyes glared daggers at me, like somehow, I was in the wrong.

What an asshole!

“Either fuck me right now, or leave me alone Sam. Your choice.” I hissed.

He sucked his teeth, looking my body up and down, and grunting, "Fine."

Sam snatched my wrist and pulled me through the party quickly. He rushed us up the stairs and into the bathroom, slamming the door and locking it behind him.

He pushed me up against the door, forcing my hands into his. He brushed his mouth across my chest and up my neck until finally pressing against my mouth. The kiss was deep, and I struggled to get my hands free from him.

I wanted to smack him again, but I also wanted to rip his clothes off. I couldn't pretend to not want him any longer. I needed him to fuck me.

I was able to rip my hands away from him, gripping onto his button up shirt and pulling him closer. His tongue pushed deep into my mouth as he lifted one of my legs, wrapping it around his hip. He grinded his hips against mine, my body arching into him.

I slid my hands down his body, unbutton his shirt as fast as I could. When most of the buttons were off, I reached down for his belt and tried to unbuckle it.

He moved my hands away, “I got it, baby. Take your clothes off for me.”

I bit my lip, yanking my halter top over my head. I pulled my skirt down and watched as he took off his shirt and unzipped his pants. His body was really toned, a light wash of hair adorned his chest.

“Wow, you look really good for a nerd.” I joked.

He blinked, “Get against the counter.”

I placed myself against the counter, facing him. He gazed down my body, his eyes lingering on my naked breasts. Then he spun me around, making me face the mirror. He pushed my body down into position, his hips lining up against my own. I could feel his hard cock against my ass, my slickness running down my thighs at the feeling.

His eyes met mine in the mirror, and then he let out a soft laugh. “You popular girl are so... full of it.”

“What?” I squinted at him.

“You think you're better than everyone else. Hell, you wouldn't even admit that I turned you on. But here you are, naked and dripping for a nerd.” Sam ran his hands down my body, tearing my panties off hastily. Then within seconds, he plunged his cock deep inside of me, my cunt already soaked for him.

I gasped loudly, “Oh my God!”

He kept his rhythm deep and sensual. “You like that? Does that feel good?”

“Y-yeah. Oh fuuuuckk.” I purred.

He groaned, “Fuck, you are such a slut.”

I whined, annoyed. “Wha-? N-No I'm not.”

Sam glared at me in the mirror, smacking my ass hard as he continued his thrusts. He lowered his lips down to my ear, growling, "I can already feel you clutching around my cock like you're gonna cum. I've barely fucked you for a minute. Of course you're a slut."

I hated how my body reacted to his words. I could feel my sex get even more slick around him.

I shouldn't like being called a slut, but it sounded so good coming out of his mouth.

"You think I didn't feel your pussy twitch when I called you a slut?” He tsked in my ear, biting it softly. “Look at yourself in the mirror. Watch me fuck you."

I glanced at our bodies in the mirror, barely able to keep my eyes open from the pleasure. I looked away for a moment, only to feel a swift smack against my ass again. I squeaked, my eyes widening at Sam's reflection.

"Look. At. Yourself." Sam pounded his hips with each word, going deeper than he was before. My eyes rolled in the back of my head, but finally I stared at myself in the mirror. My breasts swung with each of his heavy thrusts. There was a layer of sweat clinging to my skin, my hair was a mess, and I couldn't stop the ragged breaths flowing from my lips.

“Call yourself a slut.” He demanded.

I furrowed my brows at him, but his intense stare made my pussy clench around him. Fuck, he was so hot.

“I-I'm a slut.” I whimpered lowly.

Sam slammed into me, keeping himself deep, but stopping all of his movements. He pressed me into the counter, wrapping his arms around me. His hand reached up carelessly and grabbed my throat. My eyes widened, my hands grabbing onto him. The pressure from his hand made my whole body throb in ecstasy.

“Call yourself a slut again.” He ordered.

“I'm a slut.” I panted.

He bucked his hips into me hard. “Again.”

“I-I'm a slut.�� I stammered.

"Good girl." He slid his hips back and slammed into me again, my body jolting against the counter. I whined pathetically, closing my eyes for a moment. "Call yourself a stuck-up bitch."

“I'm a stuck-up bitch.” I repeated desperately.

"So good, baby girl." Sam revved his hips back again, but this time he didn't move them. His tip teased my entrance, my legs shaking. "Beg me to fuck you."

My voice shook as I spoke, my eyes locking with his. “Please Sam, please. I-I need you so bad. Fuck, please Sam.”

“You can do better than that.” He sassed.

“Fuck! Sam, oh my God, fuck me! I'm so close to cumming, please! I need you. I need to come! Please fuck me. Pleeeeaaassee.” I sobbed, my nails digging into his skin. I even tried to move my body against his, but he had me pressed so tightly between him and the counter.

He smirked, leaning in to kiss my cheek sweetly. Then his one hand moved back down to my hips, the other sliding from around my neck and to the back of my head, pushing me down towards the counter.

Then he thrusted into my aching cunt again, his pace so much faster than before. I sounded like a porn star against the sink, crying out with pleasure.

“What are you, baby girl?” He asked, grunting.

"I'm a slut!" I wailed automatically.

"You're not gonna be that for anyone else anymore, you hear me? You're my slut now." He bucked his hips into mine wildly.

“I-I'm your slut.” I whispered, liking the sound of it.

“That's right, baby. You'll only be that for me. You're mine now. My. Little. Slut.” Sam moaned harshly, spanking my ass.

I shrieked, “Oh fuck Sam!”

“Do you like that? Do you like the idea of me fucking you whenever I want to? Keeping you needy for my cock?” He snarled against my skin, his cock hitting deeper as he lowered himself to me.

“Yes. Yes. Yes!” I chanted, my mind going blank with pleasure.

"Of course, because you're a slut and that's all you can think of. All you want is my cock now. That's all you need!" He grunted, tugging on my hair.

I choked, “I'm getting so close. Please go harder, Sam!”

“Fuck baby, don't you dare come yet. Not until I say so.” He commanded.

He pounded into me over and over again, his hands gripping my hips hard. My hands cupped my breasts, squeezing and playing with them in time with Sam’s thrusts.

He placed two fingers in front of my face. “Suck on my fingers, slut.”

My mouth wrapped around his fingers, moaning at the feeling. He fucked my mouth in the same rhythm as his hips, my eyes lulling back as my cunt pulsated.

"God, I can't wait to use that whore mouth of yours,” he groaned. “Not tonight, but sometime soon."

He popped his fingers out of my mouth, lowering them down to my sex. He rubbed circles into my clit, my knees almost buckling.

I exclaimed, bouncing on his cock as fast as I could, “Fuck! I'm about to come Sam. Please let me come! Please!”

“I'm right there too, baby. Fuck, squeeze around me! Yes! Fuck! Come for me, slut! Do it.” He yelled.

My body exploded in ecstasy; my hips ravaged Sam's cock as he hit his edge. I screamed out passionately as I clenched around him, his cum filling me up deeply. Sam let out low, dark groans as he finished inside me, his hips finally stopping their movements. I could barely catch my breath as my body laid against the counter, the cool feeling calming my overheated skin.

<< PART 1 ||

[luvv4j4ybe11]

Spread love to fanfic writers! Answer these questions about your fanfics then send this to 5 other fanfic writers Name a fic you loved writing the most. Name a fic that others loved but you didn’t care for as much. Name a fic you had the most fun writing. Name a fic that you are the most proud of. Name a fic that you wish had gotten more recognition. Name your happiest/saddest/most comedic fics!

Ahhh, tìrey!!😩💕 tysm for sending this in! I hope you’re doing well, mama<3

“A fic that I loved writing the most”:

Tbh probably “how he treats you” bc I could js write down whatever I wanted wit no plot😩✋🏽 yes pls!

“A fic that others loved but you didn’t care for as much”:

Yall..don’t hate me for this one.. but it’s gotta be the “predator/prey” fic I recently posted. I know it took awhile for me to even post it in the first place, and I appreciate the hype it got, but I’m not a fan of it unfortunately 😔✋🏽 I feel like it’s poorly written and I couldn’t fix it no matter how hard I tried💔(aka writers block)

“A fic you had the most fun with writing”:

Oml first fic that comes to mind is “take a seat,yawne”

Like it was something that came to me so quickly and naturally and the way I wrote neteyam in this always makes me 🤭 whenever I reread it. Expect more fics of him bc whew 😩😍

“A fic you’re the most proud of”:

Mmmm..I’m proud of all of my works(for the most part😭) so this is hard to say. But probably this prompt for kinkmas, like the way I connected the two prompts tg was js so mhm😩..✨big brain✨ of me.

“A fic you wish had gotten more recognition”:

Oml right off the bat I’m sayin these two fics: “one”, “two”

These two fics bc they’re my only two wlw fics (for now🤭) and I really loved writing these two fics just to see them get the hype they didn’t deserve. Kinda hurts my heart but it’s ok😔💔

“A happy/sad/funny fic of yours”:

Ok lemme think😭 for my happiest fic I’d say it’s “how he treats you” basically only bc of the fluff that’s in it, but trust there’s more fluff fics to come from me💕.

My saddest fic is most definitely, “with time” ts was so hard for me to write 1.bc it was my first angst fic and 2. Bc its was such a sad idea like😭- but overall I really enjoyed writing angst, and will definitely continue writing it.

And finally my most comedic fic is probably this prompt for kinkmas, only bc of the one dialogue between lo’ak and spider😭 it made me giggle writing it.

Thank you again for sending this in, tìrey pookie<3 it made me so much more excited for when I write more fics, bc I alr know I have sm more to write/do in general. I’m going thru a really bad writers block rn. I hate I’m not being as consistent as a was before. I’m truly trying my hardest to push thru it, but it’s just exhausting. Regardless tho, I’m trying for yall anyway, bc I love how you guys love my works no matter what. Love you all 😚💕

[lillyontheborder]

Hi lovely mun. I think you misunderstood the 🐝  *  ―  𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑻-𝑶𝑼𝑻𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑨𝑾𝑬𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺. meme. For all the emojis you got send you have to tag someone else that fit in the said category :3

I can’t believe I did that- I deleted the previous asks and also I’m so so sorry. I never meant to be rude or like- idk- anyways thank you for informing me!

Anyways, I got basically all of them so I’ll just post this and answer them here.

⭐️ - @hoodedchishiya - does a super good job of portraying chishiya. Chishiyas very monotone and smug and I think that’s portrayed really well by him.

@niragixpsych - Does a super good job portraying Niragi. Very sassy and also rude- but like- in the best way possible. It’s super accurate to his character.

💻 - @niragixpsych - Also an excellent writer. It’s always formatted really well and is really enjoyable to read.

@andromedagarcia - I think the writing is really well done and is very elaborate. I love their writing style.

🌼 - @twentyfourhourtits - always starts new prompts and scenarios for people to interact with and I really appreciate it. It’s always such fun shenanigans that the beach members get into and it’s always very engaging

@your-sweet-cookie - Also starts scenarios and starts rp starters which is think is awesome because it really helps people engage.

@hinataxsunshine - Has such a deep and fully developed character and backstory and it’s really engaging and fun to read about. Interacts with everyone and makes rp more fun and unique.

🎙️- @twentyfourhourtits - one of the nicest people I’ve met in the fandom. Super sweet and engages with everyone.

@hinataxsunshine - is also super kind to everyone and super supportive. Rp’s with everyone and is really funny.

@cheshire-shuntaro - really funny when it comes aib but also I love seeing them talk with everyone else.

📚- @your-sweet-cookie - has a lot of threads and they’re usually really detailed. Seems really passionate.

@hoodedchishiya - has really good threads and they seem very canon.

🎀 - @fluffybrowncat @twentyfourhourtits @hinataxsunshine @kuinaoflight @risa-of-spades - I’ll just add these people for now but everyone I’ve met so far has been super kind

🥇 - @hinataxsunshine - very well developed oc. A lot of art as well as an interesting backstory

@prosopagn0sis - has a really cool oc with a lot of backstory and development, interesting and fun to interact with

😍 - @hoodedchishiya @cheshire-shuntaro @daikichixkarube @niragixpsych @rbbthl - I want to interact more but I’m nervous haha, I think y’all are really good at rp

📌- @twentyfourhourtits @hoodedchishiya @cheshire-shuntaro @niragixpsych @chishiya-of-diamonds @your-sweet-cookie @anemia-rp - Y’all are the ones that appear the most on my dash. I really enjoy seeing your interactions and reading new content from yall ❤️

🏆- Honestly- I can’t choose just one or two people. I’ve had so much fun interacting with everyone and I would honestly recommend checking everyone out. There are so many creative and kind people on here who all love the fandom and seeing everyone’s passion and excitement fills me with joy. I totally recommend all the blogs I’ve tagged here, and even the ones I haven’t included. Thank you for such a wonderful rp community!

I tagged a lot of people so I apologize for that but I really did wanna shout yall out. Stay cool. Stay creative. Take care of yourselves ❤️❤️❤️

[sarcastic-salem]

I’m gonna post this, so that yall can see the birth of the puriteen movement. So in 2010 Nintendo released the Pokemon Black/White games for the 3DS/2DS consoles. The game was rated E, meaning to was meant to be enjoyed by audiences of ALL ages, but seems to have been aimed mostly at the older nostalgic fanbase who grew up with the franchise starting in the 1990s. And this caused major, major backlash in the stupidest ways.

A conservative hate group called One Million Moms that was founded, I believe, by the wife of Chick-Fil-A’s CEO went on a pearl clutching rampage arguing that the female main player character, Hilda (Touko in the Japanese version) was dressed inappropriately for a children’s video game. Why, because short-shorts that’s why.

I wish I was making this shit up, believe me.

The other thing that sparked ire was a scene that some felt to believe romantic that took place in a ferris wheel with the game’s antihero character N. Because there was no way for the male player character to opt out and avoid the scene, parents argued that the game encouraged homosexuality.

This backlash prompted Nintendo to remove Hilda from the Pokemon Black/White anime series and replace her with Iris, and led to the creation of the Pokemon Shuffle video game after further complaints that the mainstream Pokemon franchise was too difficult for younger players😑

The purpose of Pokemon Shuffle was to help younger and newer players memorize type weaknesses and advantages that would aid them in Pokemon battles that took place in other games. And to add salt to the wound, Nintendo decided to dumb down the storylines in the newer Pokemon video games.

I beat Pokemon X/Y in less than six hours.

Prior to that, I’d be trying to beat Pokemon Emerald/Pearl — I think that was it anyway, it was a long time ago — and gave up after TWO MONTHS because I got stuck in some maze on Mt. Whatever on my way to the Ice Type gym. And I’ve been playing these games since the fucking Gameboy Advanced came out!!!!

Oh, and the really fun part is that the sanitization of Pokemon games effected not only other Nintendo franchises — anyone remember when the scary gyroids were taken out of Animal Crossing: New Horizons and replaced with new ones fit for a pre-K class?

How the hell these people ever made it through Luigi’s Mansion is beyond me🙄 You can find the full list of gyroids, old and new, here—

But getting back to the point, the sanitization of Pokemon also had a direct impact on ALL OTHER FORMS OF MEDIA.

All of the preachy YA books?

Book bans?

The Gods awful new Ninja Turtle cartoon?

They all go back to this moment.

Well, no it goes back even further—

This is history repeating itself.

[greyeyedmonster-18]

one brush with love

(also in honor of @impishtubist day, i am going to do something i dont normally do and have two fics occurring at the same time. this was supposed to be dropped yesterday but...alas.

inspired from an unintentional prompt on discord of "I said no!", where someone doesn't accept a proposal...a tumblr Starking exclusive.

enjoy xoxo)

a/n. there is a line in this that i think is quite possibly the funniest thing I've ever written and if any of yall can take a guess...

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Chapter 1. An Indecent Proposal

Sirius face felt like it was going to fall off he had been holding a fake smile for so long. His “present face”. That’s what James used to call it, anyway. The face Sirius made when he opened a gift he hated or was otherwise impractical or would take up space in their dorm, and Sirius would nod and smile and say thank you; and his voice would go up several octaves lying through his teeth as he described how much he wanted one of these things for ages and simply had never bought it for himself. James would always poke fun, laughing loudly as the smile dropped from Sirius’s face, and the lies stopped.

Sirius never imagined when he was proposed to for the first time, by the man he thought he had loved the very best since he was sixteen, that his “present face” would appear, and he would be rendered speechless.

Sirius didn’t know what to do with his arms, letting them hang there stupidly at his side, suddenly aware of how long and bulky they were. Too much, too much, maybe I can have them shrunk at St. Mungo’s. Just two short little arms that don’t look ridiculous at your sides when you’re standing in front of your boyfriend who is expecting an answer to a proposal. Yeah, just go ahead and say yes, so we can get this operation started and you never have to worry about stupid dangling arms again, THAT works, right? Okay.

Saying words…. now.

“I—”

“I feel like I deserve a trophy of sorts for managing to surprise you, baby,” Remus said, looking up at him. “I love you and I—”

“No!”

The flock of birds that erupted from the trees surrounding them might have been funny had Sirius said yes. Some people after getting engaged shot off confetti canons, doves released from boxes, and it would be just so SiriusandRemus to have pigeons or whatever the fuck they were instead flapping around them.

So wrong, it was right.

But standing there with his stupid arms…Sirius realized it might have just been wrong.

"No?"

Sirius felt a chill go down his spine, frozen as he stared at Remus, who was down on the ground on one knee. There was a hole there. Sirius could see the freckled, knobby kneecap poking through the hole of the brown trousers that Remus loved.

That Sirius loved, even though the waistband didn't fit and there was a hole, and in the pockets too-- throughout the day Remus would drop knuts on the ground, uncaring as they slipped through his pockets, and Sirius would smile and pick them up. Stealing someone else's good luck. Because Remus was wavering on his knee, and his long fingers holding a ring were starting to shake as well, staring up at Sirius.

There was ink down Remus's arm, where he had written a speech. I love you and you and you and you, only you, forever, always, in this lifetime and the next. Written in the stars, shit.

The romantic kind that Remus usually didn't do, but he had this time.

And the sun was setting just right, and the golden light reflecting off brown hair should have been it. And the birds should've been singing, and Sirius should've been crying, and there was a bottle of champagne somewhere, right? To pop, to explode. They were supposed to be kissing.

But neither of them had moved.

"N-no?" Remus asked again, his arms lowering slowly.

"I don't know why I said that" Sirius said, unconsciously taking a step back from Remus, "I didn't mean--"

"I think you did."

“I didn’t, I swear I just..didn’t.”

“You practically shouted it, Sirius."

"I thought you were asking if I wanted cheese on my sandwich." A picnic. Remus had planned a picnic for Merlin's sake!

"Well, do you?"

"No."

"Two for two."

"Remus...."

Remus slowly rose from his position, the hand holding the ring going into his pocket. Almost immediately, the tiny band slipped through the hole in Remus's trousers, barely making a sound as it fell to the sidewalk, and Remus began walking down the path. Sirius don’t know what compelled him to pick up the ring—maybe if he looked at it up-close his answer would change, and they could go back to how it was 10 minutes ago before Sirius had destroyed everything. Remus had surprisingly done a good job with the ring, golden and not too thick, handmade; inside a barely perceptible inscription of forever just as Remus had verbally said.

Just as they had said when they were eighteen and graduated from Hogwarts, holding hands and looking at the Black Lake for the last time with death-grips. Eight white knuckles. Convincing themselves that they would stay together, forever, because they had to be.

“Remus, wait!”

And to Sirius’s surprise, Remus stopped in his tracks on the pavement, Sirius barely having to jog to catch up with him.

“What?”

“I—” Sirius stalled, “I wasn’t expecting you to actually stop and wait for me, so I don’t…have anything to say right at this moment, but give me a second and—”

“I only stopped to wait because I realized you drove us here.”

“Oh.”

“Oh.” Remus mocked, eyebrows raising and staring at Sirius for some sort of explanation. “There’s a fucking party waiting for us back at Number 12. Harry helped me plan this bit out. And we’re going to go back there and say what? Never mind! It was all a lie! Nothing matters! Go fuck yourself, Sirius.”

“I mean…that’s probably going to happen for a while considering I don’t think I’m fucking—”

“Don’t be charming.”

“Well, I can’t help that.”

“I am going to spit in your face, I swear on Merlin’s Right Saggy Tit, Sirius Black.”

Sirius sighed, and handed the ring back to Remus carefully, “I…said no.”

“To cheese on your sandwich, I’ve heard.”

“And to getting married.”

“Remember that time James accidentally pantsed me in front of the entire school? Don’t laugh, you are not allowed to laugh anymore,” Remus said, sternly, pointing a finger at Sirius who bit down on his lip, “And I said to you I didn’t think there was anything more embarrassing?”

“I…remember.”

“This takes the cake.”

“…Do you have one in that picnic basket?”

“There’s one at Number 12.”

“It’s…still ours to eat.”

“It says Congratulations, not feeling particularly celebratory at this moment,” Remus shook his head and shoved the ring back down into his pockets. The same one with a hole in it. The ring would undoubtedly fall out again and Sirius wasn’t sure this time he would pick it up. Maybe a bird would find it, bring it back to its nest. At least then someone, something would use it as part of their home.

“We don’t have a lot of options here Remus, and I’m—”

“Trying to make the best of it, you always do. It’s why I wanted to marry you.”

And this was where the guilt set in. This was where Sirius would normally back-peddle, already thinking of ways he could pull the punches and soften the blow. Confess to Remus with his “present face” that he just wasn’t ready now and, in a year, or so when Harry was older, or maybe when the sitting room was painted the perfect shade of yellow, Sirius would say yes, loudly and proudly. Or else return to their home and start plotting a proposal in reverse, where it was Sirius on one knee with shaky hands telling Remus that he just had to be the one to propose and the ring would be perfect, and Remus would smile so wide Sirius would be able to see the gap in his bottom teeth. But Sirius didn’t want to do either of those.

There was always a third choice between yes, and no. You just had to be clever enough and brave enough to find out what it was.

“So…” Sirius breathed out, “How…about we just get trashed instead?”

“What.” Remus asked, unamused, eyes red from tears that hadn’t fallen yet but had dried all the same. Shoulders hunched over. All pride from the start of their drive to the park gone.

“We get trashed. Off the…whatever you packed for our picnic, I’m assuming there’s something?”

“Fucking 20 galleon bottle of wine.”

“Then we drink that. And…then go to a pub down the road. Stay out so late, everyone leaves Number 12, and…we don’t have to deal with anything until…not now.”

“And well just go home together? And sleep in the same bed together? And tomorrow morning tell Harry that love is a joke?”

“Yeah,” Sirius nodded, “I think he can take it.”

“We’ll I can’t. Why—”

“It doesn’t…feel right, Moony. And I didn’t…know until you were down on one knee.”

Remus nodded slowly before starting down the path again. Sirius stood and waited again, watching Remus’s retreating back unsure of whether to stay or follow and try one more time. But he saw Remus reach into the backpack, pulling out the aforementioned bottle of wine. He looked around before magically popping out the cork, pausing on the sidewalk, and chugging the expensive wine like it was water.

He turned his head towards Sirius, holding out the bottle like an olive branch, and for the second time that late afternoon, Sirius walked to catch up to Remus.

“I get most of this.”

“Alright,” Sirius grinned, feeling the guilt that had knotted itself up in the pit of his stomach slowly unravel. He took a sip from the bottle.

He fucking hated wine.

Wrong.

Present face.

--

The night was long, mostly spent drinking in silence across from each other. Not wanting to drink alone but not walking to speak to the other person.

Remus was hurt.

Sirius was in shock, adrenaline coursing through his veins and he would feel the hurt later.

They used a portkey to get home, leaving Sirius’s car at the park for him to retrieve tomorrow, along with anything else left behind.

Dignity.

Maybe love.

Number 12 was empty, as Sirius expected, the Congratulations cake left on the kitchen table, though it had been carved into (as a result of a hoard of impatient children in attendance) no doubt.

Sirius woke up the next morning with a throbbing headache, too old to be drinking all night, and stumbled into the kitchen for a glass of water. He leaned against the refrigerator—a ghastly muggle appliance that Sirius had grown accustomed to in the tiny flat days with him and Remus and hadn’t found a way to make it blend seamlessly into the décor of Number 12.

But at the moment in felt cool and calming on his forehead and racing thoughts.

He hadn’t quite figured out what to do, or what to say, or what was going to happen next.

“Uh…Mr. Black?”

Sirius startled, pulling away from the fridge and running a hand through his hair before turning around to face the voice.

Kelly? Clara? Katie? A muggle babysitter they used for Harry from the neighborhood. They had cycled through so many over the years, between accidental magic and Number 12 Grimmauld Place deciding to have a mind of its own whenever Remus and Sirius would leave, that Sirius was starting to lose track of the names.

“Oh, hi K…aaa…rrriiitt—”

“Karina.”

“Right, right, sorry, Karina, long night,” Sirius offered, giving her a weak smile, “Thank you for staying…over unexpectedly. Let me just find…” Sirius walked across the kitchen and down the hallway leading to the front door where they kept a small chest of drawers. A stack of muggle money was in the first one, after Sirius had attempted to pay babysitter and pizza delivery persons one too many times with galleons. “Sorry about that—was Harry alright?”

“He went into a sugar coma about eight and has been asleep since. I did my best to clean up the party.”

“Ah, what would we do without you, Kate.”

“Karina.”

Sirius closed his eyes and ran a hand over his face, silently cursing himself, “Right. Here’s…a little extra just for that.”

The young girl laughed, reaching up to the hook to grab her coat and her small purse before accepting the money, “How…did last night go?” she asked, a smile on her face as she expected what Sirius knew everyone expected.

“I…I said no!” Sirius exclaimed with false excitement, extending his empty ring fingers to Karina and watched as her face fell and turned pink.

Seemed about right.

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

idk if yall remember the one prompt from that last round that was something like "grabbing their shoulder to stop them doing something theyd regret" BUT that one did prompt me to have to think about like... in what circumstances EXACTLY would a) one of them be about to do something inadvisable and b) the other one wouldnt just be an enabler. bc i feel like most often they're probably in agreement in the rare situation they're about to do something Stupid. and anyway i love having misc character thoughts so i might not keep this but what i wound up at is,

emmet is very easily hypnotized by the siren song of a Really Good Opponent. listen he might be fully aware that battle will end in like, structural damage and a totally depleted potion reserve. BUT. he probably could technically beat them if he wanted and that is just so hard for him to resist. this is like his singular weakness. conversely ingo like, enjoys battling, but he doesn't get hyped about about it the same way emmet does, and is usually more concerned about Consequences (emmet will be aware of them but his mental math is like, nah consequences are for later us, so ingo is the one who has to be like maybe we DON'T start with the giant frenzied axe bug like, right now right now, maybe we wait a little bit and actually see what it can do first so we don't wind up like razing a forest)

but what ingo DOES find very difficult to be normal about is when he runs into someone who's being Unfair. it's not like, something he's proud of, but he gets ANGRY about it. like "let's go right here right now so i can balance the scales and make YOU feel helpless and scared and i will absolutely wager my life savings to get you in a battle" kind of pissed. he's usually capable of keeping a lid on it but if he knows he could take them it's just. extremely tempting. and this isnt to say emmet is like fine with sitting and watching but i think in 99% of situations excepting the one detailed above, emmet is also very calculating. he is Very ok with being patient if it means a better and more effective comeuppance later.

anyway like i said i might not make this part of my consistent characterization for them but i DO think it's fun for right now

[kaiasky]

so i don't think this is the most visible tumblr tradition from the outside, but id like to introduce yall to tumblr ask games. They're kinda like an AMA with pre-written potential prompts, but mostly just an excuse to talk about yourself.

Steps:

Reblog an ask game. Here's some i found: - emoji getting to know you - feeling association - other getting to know you - some work in reverse, like this one - or find your own ('ask meme' or 'ask game' are good searches to start, or if somebody else is reblogging one) - or make your own!

People who see it can pick one or more of the questions to ask, and send the number or label to you in an ask. (anonymously or not) (make sure you have asks enabled!)

You get to answer those questions, and know for sure that somebody is interested in reading your answers!

(This isn't a standard part of ask memes, but because they're usually reblogs and not their own post, they won't show up in the #196 tag. So I'd suggest that since a lot of folks are new and might not have many followers yet, if you post an ask meme and don't get any asks, maybe post a non-reblog post to #196 to get some visibility so we can send you questions?)

Anyways, just a fun silly activity that I think some of you might enjoy (and I'd like to get to know y'all better!).

[sorryimananti-romantic]

done writing win (wooyoung x reader) and made the draft for part 1 and realised how long it actually is and im sorry but yall gonna have to wait till part 2 for the romance (i mean, there are moments in part 1 that give me butterflies but the actual shit starts in part 2) but ahh writing this was fun. its slow paced but everything will make sense, i promise. i love writing slow paced stuff it makes me feel like im living it as i write it ;-; i hope you enjoy the story. it was inspired heavily by the kdrama mr. sunshine, which is also one of my favourite series ever.

my next project, which is already written and almost finished as well, is... a take me home spinoff! (take me home fandom, please rise again i know yall obsessed with take me home san). we're giving san another series (if yall know me you know im absolutely obsessed down on my knees for san in general). it's gonna be long, probably five to six parts. it can be read without reading take me home- i've done enough of explaining in the story so that y'all don't get confused, and so that the new readers get the gist of what the universe is, but for the new readers, if they decide to read take me home, i'm sure they won't feel that it's spoiled beyond repair bc honestly take me home is long and confusing asf LOL. its also very self indulgent so i dont expect a lot of readers from this one but im gonna post anyway ;-;

im gonna try to write a mingi (maybe a fantasy fic or fake lovers or sth) or jongho fic next (what do yall think of bodyguard jongho? i recently saw a pic of him holding a gun and i had THOUGHTS), maybe a yeosang one too (i have the best idea i just need to write it), so i'll have a lot of stuff to post in the next few months. look forward to it! if you have prompts, im open for discussion too. also, thank you for all the lovely msgs/asks you've been sending me all this time- they make me so happy. i love you all :)

[lostacelonnie]

Hell yeah! Mood every time i go to a beach i always miss her after. I will keep my fingers crossed for your return on another trip. Oh those are all so good. Im especially a fan of churros & empanadas. I should get paella again sometime. That is a very mismatched group but i respect the vibe based friendship. Also reminds me i should get back to finishing mag archives thats a good podcast. Also been meaning to look into goth music to see what thats all about. The peak goal of adhd people. To rember. High luck stat to not be attacked by gulls. I think i got a tad bit there too because ive never been attacked by them but like. You can see the simple minded desire in their eyes. Especially if you have food. Damn best of luck to her. Thats like people tellin me they moved to florida, where the gators climb over fences often. Group chat for geo teacher fans that is amazing. Love that for yall. Oh there's one thing xabi & i share as i too do not know whats goin on so often. Thanks! I only hope i have enough but i think sw is in the back half so i can save even more pulls than i have. Probably will have to pass her light cone up like i did for seele's til next time. Meta can leave i dont care for it i use who i want when i want this is an anti meta zone. Oh? Im not sure. What to ask about them. Like i wanna know more of their role in the story of honkai i guess. What happens to them & all that. Welt seems to have history with otto/luocha. & himeko is my coffee lovin mom character i like her a lot. We love a girl who keeps complex machinery like the express working. Skirk showed up so briefly at the end of the archon quest but damn if it wasnt funny. Yeeting childe out of the abyss & just lore dropping on us all. I think i saw you played the story quest & learned about furina? I think it was uh. Durandal's jp va that she shared with skirk i cant remember cant wait to see if she becomes playable though. Oh damn really? The range is insane indeed what a queen. Oooh congrats! I also got her & had enough for her weapon next is navia but i might only have enough for her & try for her weapon later. Since arlecchino is a few updates out. Im not yet at a world level where relics matter but same. Not the best luck on that yet. 7 am exam? That should be illegal but i wish you luck on your studies. Especially with feelin a bit sick trying to study while sick is awful. Ooooh nice! Such a fun & good series. I just got the fifth volume last week & finally had time to finish it. Quickly became a favorite for me. Now if only i had time to read everything else im behind on.

FOR REAL FOR REAL ive never been much of a sea person but ahh this is such a universal experience... and thankies!!! while i could never Live in spain permanently [hot and everyone tries to talk to you] i did end up becoming quite fond of the country. GOD YEAH CHURROS ARE SOO GOOD generally speaking i like ALL spanish food. banger after banger after banger. need to learn how to cook some because i miss it so bad. but i DID manage to not fuck up scrambled eggs when i made them for the first time ever recently so thats a good sign for my culinary abilities id say. anyway IT IS AJDKKFJF but i vibe with them so its chill. ah nice!! im terrible with podcasts [can never quite concentrate on them.....] but i wanna listen to it Someday since i heard only good things ab it. also good luck luck with that!! i like goth music as in i think its Good and i generally enjoy it if i happen to hear it but its also sth i just Do Not listen to in my free time. i respect it tho. coming back YEAH AJSKDKFK I WAS JUST. observing the gulls the whole time but surprisingly nobody from my class was attacked ajdjfkgjs. and ill pass on the message when i talk to her next time AJKSLJFJG i really Do wonder what even prompted her moving there sometimes. i believe it was her boyfriend but also she changes those as often as clothes so she must Really like this guy, i guess. good for her tho shes my coolest sibling. and thanks SHJDKFKA were really devoted to her. also ive been accused of simping for her by the ice skater which is extremely funny because this is not even the first time ive been accused of being into a 30-40 y/o woman by someone at school [ITS ALL CHILL BTW its just for the shits. still. attacked and slandered!]. and same ajdkfjgj tho in his role its actually Quite Annoying for my class since like. we NEED to get things done sometimes and he just. does not do that. like literally our english teacher [who also looks like shes constantly dead inside and hates her job but we love her] did more to help us with this one thing than he did even tho she did not have to do that in any capacity. shes just epic. AHH GOOD LUCK WITH THAT!! i love ignoring meta sooooo much which might sound weird from someone who spends half his life grinding for stuff in honkai but its true. honkai is literally the only game where i care about meta and thats bc honkai meta is UNFORGIVING. but hey at least the gacha is much better with the 100 pulls guarantee for each char + 50 pull guarantee for gear pieces. IM NOT VERY GOOD WITH OTTO LORE TO BE ENTIRELY HONEST as in i know quite a lot of it but it hasnt quite Clicked in my head BUT IM ALWAYS HAPPY TO ANSWER ANY QUESTIONS AB THEM YOU MAY HAVE [<- GUY WHO IS SOO SO NORMAL]. AND YEAH SKIRK IS SO FUCKIGN FUNNY TO ME like the way she was previously described painted her as just so strong and intimidating but her speech pattern is so funny to me shes so chill. i feel like i could meet her smoking her evening cig and shed tell me where to pirate shit. id do a polish joke here but it is literally untranslatable without a 30 minute long backstory so nevermind. AND OOOOOH EPIC ALSO RIGHT?????? i respect voice actors above anyone else. ahh good luck getting navia!!!!!! i was Planning to pull for her but im much less efficient at grinding rn since i got a screentime limit due to having fucked up eyes [which im Not following btw but i am trying to touch grass a little bit more at least] [this is also the reason why i responded so late im sorry the change kinda threw me out of the loop]. ah understandable i was. well not Very high but enough to have trouble without decent gear so yeah. good luck in the future farming tho!! AND RIGHT I AGREE tho honestly the alternative would be an exam at like FOUR PM which is actually Worse imo. i personally function pretty well during my 7am classes and learned to enjoy them [public transport is very charming early in the morning..... i get to catch the sunrise sometimes] but that is also because i live like maybe 40 minutes away from my school. so i get up at around 6 am to get to school.

[ignore the random paragraph break i hit the character limit JSJFIGKJSWIJF] some of my classmates, however, have to get up at 4 am which. respect i could never. anyway thanks!!! the exam went quite well actually hehehe im doing much better in history than i thought. im becoming a nerd along with my entire friend group. every single day someone has new historical memes to share and theres already some inside jokes as well. fun. AND AHHHHHH THATS SO EPIC!!!!!!! i love this series sososoososooso much even tho i didnt have time to start the 3rd volume yet... however i DID read a translation of the "she's so cheeky for a commoner!" web novels and im about to read the light novel so im quite excited for that. first and only loretta and pipi fan ever.....

[el-and-hop]

Excerpt from a daily quick write: Bookstore

Twain leisurely leans, eying her from the corner shelf, satirizing her lyrical motifs and her culturally confused conception of human nature. 

It’s not like she’s floating down the river to enlightenment or some kind of hypothetical quest to understand her own freedom, or, at least, free it from her mental binds that keep her questioning right from wrong or left. He tells her to avoid direct words in place of images and social commentary because that is for the collective elites. 

She leans back in her chair and drops her pen once more. Only the smell of yellowing paper and the taste of coffee come from the shop next door.