#god i forgot how good the intro is

[mildmayfoxe]

ok i’m going to watch hot fuzz (2007). this one i have seen before. several times

[legobiwan]

Do you like Shakespeare? Poignant reflections on the role of art in our lives and society? Looking for commentary on the business of arts nonprofit organizations, particularly theater? Are you into madcap, existentialist humor? Do you know who Paul Gross is?

Watch Slings and Arrows. I'm begging you.

[autosarcophagy-avaritia]

my roommate hasa to get a phone today because of storage. i cant wait to see how much i want to kill myself by the end of this!

[okaylikeschaewon]

Chairs

~5k words, Roommates series

Finding an empty room to study in really shouldn’t be very difficult in a university of all places, yet here you were, roaming the hallways like a buffoon trying to find an alternative to the usual lounges you had been frequenting for the first few weeks of the semester.

In an attempt to avoid interrupting another class again, sparing yourself from the embarrassment, you carefully placed your ear against a door and tried to listen for anyone inside - this would be a lot easier if the stupid little windows above the handles weren’t covered up. After giving it a few seconds and hearing nothing, you decided to try your luck.

Slowly, you opened the door and took a peek inside. Turns out it was an office, and seemingly one for a newer professor, or one who simply didn’t care to decorate, based on the lack of vanity items on the barren shelf. One detail, however, did stand out to you; Realistically you should have just left at this point, but that Herman Miller was whispering sweet nothings in your ear - you had to try it, just for a second.

After closing the door behind you and placing your bag down, you walked around the modest little desk to get a better look at the chair. It was pristine. In a room devoid of most expression, you still felt a gorgeous rush of euphoria as you took a seat. It was truly shocking how a luxurious office chair made such a difference in the entire atmosphere of the room.

No longer did you feel like you were in some bland, secondary thought of a room. You had lucked out, this was exactly the type of room you were looking for when you set out to find a quieter alternative to your usual spots. Then, your luck seemingly got even better when you noticed a little calendar on the desk in front of you. 

Not that you were trying to snoop or invade anyone’s private space, but you noticed whoever used this room had nothing scheduled for the day, and a bit of basic deduction skills led you to believe this was his day off - luckily the room was unlocked. Seemingly he was a philosophy professor who also taught communications?

Still, you should probably have left at this point. Yet… for some odd reason you were convincing yourself to do something that you shouldn’t. Was there really much harm in using an empty office to study? It’s not like you’d be making a mess or anything, and you’d be careful to not break anything. Surely no one would mind, it would only be for a couple of hours before your next class anyway.

That’s when you heard a knock.

Your heart skipped a beat. Immediately your mind began racing to think of an excuse, some reason you were in here. Wait, if it was the professor, why would he be knocking? Wouldn’t he just come in? Presumably if you didn’t respond, they would just leave, right? That made enough sense in your head to calm you down, but just as your heart rate began to slow, the door opened.

“Hello sir!”

“H-Hello,” you stammered as one of the most adorable girls you’ve ever seen walked into the room, closing the door behind her.

“I was going to send an email, but I figured I’d try your office first,” she continued nervously. “It’s about the last assignment.”

God she was cute. At this point you were supposed to tell her that she had the wrong person, but you just sat there like an idiot and listened.

“Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Yuna, I’m in your intro to philosophy class,” she stammered while fidgeting with the hem of her skirt. “I know you probably won’t recognize me, and I promise I’ll start showing up to class.”

“Showing up?” you mumbled under your breath, trying to make sense of what was going on.

“I promise I have a good reason,” she added before locking the door behind her - a detail you barely picked up on - and dropping her bag. She walked over to you, right past the desk, until she was right in front of you. “If I had known how cute you were, I never would have skipped in the first place.”

Cute? If this girl thought you were her professor, this was quickly becoming incredibly inappropriate. Yet, your dumbass was still just sitting there and letting it happen. Was this wrong? Probably. But you were stunned in a sense, almost like you were being forced to play the role.

“So, how can I help you?” you asked while trying to keep your eyes away from her body, a difficult task considering how little she attempted to hide her figure with that tight button up she wore.

“It’s less about what I want,” she replied before crouching down in front of you. “And more about what you want.”

“Holy shit,” you mumbled as your eyes inadvertently landed on the unbuttoned neckline of her shirt.

“Professor, I really need some help,” she whispered as she leaned forward. “I’m glad you’re willing to work with me, I was worried at first.”

“Yuna, wait,” you replied sternly, bringing your own hands to your crotch as she placed hers on your thighs. This was straight out of a poorly written porno and had to stop. “There’s a misunderstanding.”

“I can tell you won’t get me in trouble, right professor?” she ignored you entirely. “You think I’m pretty, don’t you?”

“What? No that’s not- I mean yes you’re very pretty but that’s not what-”

“Do you want me?”

“Yuna, please listen-”

“If you don’t,” she whispered, slowly moving your hands away. “Then just tell me to stop.”

“I can’t give you what you’re asking for because I’m not-”

“You don’t have to give me anything,” she interrupted you with a smile. “I’m just doing you a small favor, and then after you can decide what you want to give me.”

Fuck’s sake why was she so hot, it was hard to think straight.

“That’s right,” Yuna continued with a whisper as she began unbuckling your belt. She reached her soft fingers into your underwear and pulled out your cock, gripping the shaft gently. “You get to decide exactly what you want to give me, and I mean it when I say anything.”

“Yuna, I…” you moaned softly as she placed your tip into her mouth and began swirling her tongue against your hole. “Fuck.”

“That’s better,” Yuna smiled brightly up at you while pulling your pants down to your ankles. “This is just some no-strings attached fun, right professor?”

She leaned forward some more and began sucking on your balls while the hand she had around your shaft tightened its grip. With both balls in her mouth, pressing them around with her tongue, she began stroking your shaft gently.

“Oh professor, I didn’t know you were so fucking big,” she moaned after releasing your balls with a little pop.

“Maybe because you’ve never attended class,” you replied for some unknown reason, as if you were actually her professor. It just felt like the right thing to say. No, it was dumb, you should stop her. This was all wildly inappropriate and would probably get you expelled. Or was it? You never even said anything, she’s the one who initiated. It was all just happening so fucking fast, your brain couldn’t make sense of the situation.

“I’m so sorry professor, I’ll make it up to you I promise.”

With that, she lifted herself up until she was right above your cock and opened her mouth wide. In a single movement, she lowered herself all the way down your cock until you felt your tip prodding the back of her throat.

Fuck.

Yeah, there was no stopping, not when Yuna started bobbing up and down your cock. She moved fast, throating your entire length each time, finally pausing just long enough to gasp for air and smile up at you, using her soft fingers to coat your cock in her saliva.

“I promise I’ll keep coming, professor, you can see as much of me as…” her voice trailed off and she engulfed your cock once more, all the way down to the balls before holding. She pushed as far as possible, her nose pressing against your skin and her chin up against your balls. Then, as quickly as she went down, she came back up gasping once more. “... as you want.”

“Yuna, this is wrong…”

“Then don’t tell anyone,” she shrugged, leaning back and slowly unbuttoning the rest of her shirt, revealing a bright pink bra. “If you want me to leave, I’ll leave and we can pretend this never happened. Is that what you want?”

“I…” you hesitated, considering the options, but Yuna wasn’t as patient as you.

“That’s what I thought,” she smirked, opening up her shirt enough to put her soft cleavage on full display. “Now how about you stop thinking so hard and just relax. You don’t owe me anything for this, I’m just doing you a little favor out of the goodness of my heart.”

That was a fucking lie. You’d have to figure out a way to explain that you weren’t her professor - a problem that was definitely for later as Yuna leaned forward again on all fours and began licking up your shaft slowly. She would press her lips on your balls before sticking out her tongue and sliding it all the way up to your tip before wrapping her lips around it.

“You must be so tired, grading all those papers,” Yuna purred, bringing her hands up to your balls and fondling them while kissing on your tip repeatedly. “Just close your eyes and relax, this can be our little secret.”

Fine, you’d play along. You placed one hand on the top of her head before closing your eyes, letting her bob up and down your cock to her heart’s desire. It felt phenomenal, there was no denying it, she was experienced for sure. For the next few minutes, nothing but quiet slurps filled the small office as Yuna worked your cock expertly, sliding her tongue around and around, pressing down hard with her lips.

“Can you cum for me, professor?” she moaned, grabbing your shaft with her hand and stroking as fast as she could. “Please? In my mouth? I’ll be a good girl and swallow it all.”

“Oh my God,” you moaned softly, opening your eyes and looking through the blurriness to see Yuna with one hand playing with her tits while the other jerked you off.

She stuck her tongue out, licking your tip from time to time, hand still moving just as fast. Her half-lidded eyes staring up at you, begging for your release. It was working. You could feel the pressure building up more and more, you knew you were about to blow any second now.

“Please professor,” she cried out. “Cum for me.”

“I’m…” you grunted softly under your breath, shutting your eyes tight in anticipation, tightening your grip on her hair.

Then, in a flash, before you even felt it, your eyes shot open as the first streak of cum launched directly against Yuna’s lips. Like the expert she was, Yuna quickly opened her mouth and caught the next few spurts in her throat as she kept jerking the lower half of your cock while coaxing out your cum with her tongue.

“Good fucking girl,” you moaned, bringing your other hand to the back of her head and pressing down.

She barely gave any resistance as you pushed your cock all the way into her throat, unloading whatever was left as deep as you could. Even balls deep down your cock, she was still working her tongue, her lack of a gag reflex putting in work. As her face began turning a tinge blue, you let go of the back of her head.

Despite the resistance disappearing, she didn’t immediately pull back. Instead, Yuna made a tight seal with her lips and slowly inched her way up your cock, making sure not to leave a single drop of cum on your shaft. Once at the tip, she paused, looking up at you and swallowing whatever she had in her mouth before sucking your tip desperately trying to get more of your cum out of you.

“That’s all I got, sweetheart,” you gasped as the sensitivity began to hit.

Yuna finally let go of your cock and looked up at you with the brightest smile this world has ever known.

“Thank you professor!”

“Yuna,” you sighed as she stood back up and began sifting through her bag while you quickly pulled your pants back up. “I’m not your professor.”

The girl froze in her tracks, holding her laptop in her arms.

“What?”

“I tried telling you earlier, but you weren’t listening.”

“Who are you?” Yuna asked anxiously, covering her chest up.

“I’m a student,” you answered, diverting your gaze in an attempt to avoid making her uncomfortable.

“What the fuck are you doing in his office? And why… shit.”

“I’m really sorry, you just weren’t listening, I tried-”

“I don’t give a fuck about that,” Yuna shook her head and put her laptop down on the desk. “Can you at least help me?”

“W-What?” you stammered, trying not to stare at her tits.

“What the fuck do you have to be shy about,” Yuna rolled her eyes, immediately noticing your discomfort. “Here,” she added before lifting up her bra and flashing her bare tits at you, bouncing up and down a couple of times. “You already nutted in my mouth, I really don’t give a fuck if you see my tits. Now can you help me or what?”

“With what? Your assignment?”

“Exactly,” she answered before pulling down her bra and opening up her laptop. “This shit’s due tomorrow, I was hoping I could get out of it.”

Yuna turned the laptop to show you the assignment. Based on a quick skim of the rubric, it was simple enough - to be expected from an intro course.

“This doesn’t look too difficult,” you commented, scrolling through the meager attempt at a start. “Yeah, I can help.”

“Perfect,” Yuna smiled, suddenly taking a seat on your lap. “It’s due at midnight, I’ll get you whatever you need.”

“I don’t need anything,” you chuckled softly when a notification popped up on the screen. “Holy fuck who is that?”

“My roomie, you like?” Yuna giggled, leaning forward to reply to the message.

“She’s fucking gorgeous,” you commented in awe as you stared at her display picture. “Yeji… God damn, those eyes… and that body…”

“Alright enough,” Yuna snapped and began standing up, her jealousy showing.

“Hey,” you quickly pulled her back down by her hips. “You’re more gorgeous,” you lied.

“It’s whatever, I get it,” she sighed, rubbing her ass against your body. “I’d also fuck her if I could. Anyway, you sure you don’t want anything?”

“I’m good, really.”

“Nothing at all? No extra motivation?” Yuna asked, grabbing your wrist and placing it on her perfect handful of a chest.

“No,” you gave her tit a quick squeeze before letting go. “I won’t be able to type very fast with just one hand.”

“I can suck your cock again, if you want,” she added as she started grinding her hips back and forth.

“Yuna,” you grabbed her ass with both hands and held her still. “If you want me to do this, just sit tight and relax.”

“Fine,” she leaned back against your chest, her floral shampoo hitting your nose. “Just let me know if you need anything then.”

“Will do,” you muttered as you began typing away.

Truthfully, it would have been much easier without her sitting on your lap, but you figured that was a sacrifice you were willing to make. The next hour or so went by in relative silence as you typed away while Yuna watched diligently, making sure not to distract you beyond the gentle press of her body against yours.

That was until she fell asleep between your arms. She really was incredibly adorable, and for the first time since your breakup, you almost felt like you were in a relationship again. Very carefully, you picked her up and placed her on the small armchair next to the mostly vacant bookshelf. She was breathing deeply, her chest bouncing up and down with each one.

Without even realizing it, you were smiling. You reached forward and carefully did a couple of the buttons of her shirt to cover her up before returning to the Miller. Unknown to you at the time, she had woken up and noticed, but you were too focused on finishing the assignment for her, you were almost done anyway.

Another hour or so passed while you were completely focused, typing away diligently. Maybe it was stupid, considering it wasn’t even your assignment, but you were becoming quite proud of your work. You didn’t even care that you missed your class and that the sun had started setting outside, you had adopted this assignment as if it was your own.

“Done,” you muttered under your breath, leaning back in the chair and stretching your arms towards the roof.

“Your typing skills are truly incredible, you finished so quickly,” Yuna commented softly, making you jolt slightly as you forgot she was even there. “I wonder what else those fingers can do.”

“Thank you, but it’s really nothing,” you replied modestly, ignoring her last comment. “I’ve taken this course before, or something similar at least.”

“I never would have been able to finish this in time without you, there’s no way,” Yuna began leaning against the desk, facing you. “I really owe you for this.”

“No, you already kinda-”

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

Her words stung more than she intended as the memories of your ex came back. Not that it was her fault, obviously, but it still hurt.

“No,” you replied bluntly, unintentionally letting some emotion out.

“That’s surprising,” Yuna mumbled a bit shyly, perhaps picking up on your tone.

“What about you? Boyfriend?”

“Definitely not,” she laughed softly, almost as if to hide some pain behind her own voice. “Can I ask you something?”

“Obviously,” you chuckled. “I think we’re well past that stage.”

“Why’d you…” she trailed off slowly, her finger toying with the buttons on her shirt.

“You fell asleep,” you shrugged, leaning back in the chair. “Felt like it was the gentleman-y thing to do.”

“Right, because my behavior definitely deserves gentleman treatment.”

“I didn’t really look at it that way,” you replied cautiously. “Regardless of circumstances, you still deserve dignity.”

“You don’t think I have dignity?”

“What I think doesn’t really matter,” you answered. “But no, that’s not what I’m saying.”

“I don’t think I have dignity.”

Silence filled the room. For a few, stretched moments, you simply stared into Yuna’s round eyes, trying to understand this girl and who she was beneath the surface.

“Why do you feel that way?” you broke the silence first. “If you don’t mind me asking.”

“Don’t play dumb,” Yuna shook her head in frustration. “You know exactly why.”

“Yuna,” you began carefully. “I only just met you-”

“I swear I only did this because someone told me it would work,” Yuna cut you off. “And I wouldn’t have done it if I walked into the room and wasn’t attracted to the person I saw, seriously.”

“That’s fine-” you started before getting cut off once again, something you realized she loved to do.

“Like, I’m not a complete whore,” she continued. “Did I do it for personal gain? Sure. But I also wanted to. Is it really such a crime to be horny?”

“Yuna!” you spoke up firmly, standing up and grabbing her wrists. “You don’t have to explain, I’m not judging you for it.”

“Yes you are,” she muttered quietly after a pause.

“Believe whatever you want,” you shrugged and let go of her wrists. “Your assignment is done either way.”

“So why’d you actually help me?”

“You looked like you needed it,” you chuckled softly before pausing. “Truthfully? You reminded me of my ex.”

“Oh?” Yuna’s eyes wandered for a moment as she fixated on a spot of the floor. “In what way?”

“Well for one,” you stepped closer to her. You gently pushed her hair behind her ear before continuing. “You’re unbelievably pretty.”

She finally looked back up at you, a rosiness creeping onto her cheeks. “I appreciate that,” she smiled warmly. “Though I can’t imagine your first time meeting her was anything like this.”

“You’d be surprised,” you chuckled softly, leaning on the desk next to her, both of you facing the empty bookshelf.

“I have a hard time believing your first time meeting her involved head,” Yuna giggled quietly.

“Like I said, you’d be surprised.”

“You’re kidding?” Yuna gasped, turning to face you. “Well shit, now I don’t feel as embarrassed I guess.”

“I don’t think you should feel embarrassed at all,” you replied calmly. “Just like I said earlier, not judging you.”

“Then don’t judge me for this either,” Yuna whispered softly.

Part of you wasn’t entirely sure how to react to the kiss, you just let your body go on autopilot. It wasn’t a quick peck or anything, she pressed forward with real passion, pushing you backwards onto the chair again and straddling your lap. Your hands made their way around her body, feeling her gentle curves, the soft skin, her warm touch. Yuna’s mouth clashed against yours, her tongue growing more and more confident, teasing and intertwining with yours.

What really got you going was the touch of her hand on the back of your neck - that’s when you knew you were in trouble. You kept kissing, full of passion and lust, your hands rummaging around her top and unbuttoning it for the second time that evening before ripping it off and tossing it to the side, soon to be joined by her bra as you unclasped it.

Once her tits were finally free again, you let the kiss fade apart. Yuna stared at you breathily, awaiting your next move, but you weren’t going to keep her waiting long. After grabbing her ass with your hands, you stood up from the chair, holding her in your arms and gently placing her down on the desk. She quickly pushed aside her laptop before laying flat on the desk, looking up at you with a face full of carnal lust.

“Is this what you want?” you asked quietly while unbuckling your belt.

Yuna stared at you, her eyes more sensitive than you’ve ever seen, and paused for just a moment before answering.

“Yes.”

That was all you needed, and by the time you had your pants off, Yuna had already slipped off her underwear and bunched up her skirt around her waist. Before you, glistening and shining, as beautiful as you had imagined in your mind, Yuna lay there waiting - for you.

“You’re so beautiful,” you muttered as you took hold of her thighs and pulled her closer to the edge of the desk. “Let me know,” you added gently as you lined yourself up.

She nodded up at you before closing her eyes, biting her lower lip just slightly as she tilted her head back, pressing her tits up towards the roof. You leaned in some more, your tip spreading apart her body as you placed your arms on the desk around Yuna’s small frame, pressing forward slowly. With utmost care, you inched yourself deeper and deeper, paying full attention to the way Yuna was contorting her expression.

Her pussy felt incredibly warm and comforting around your cock. Once you were nearly all the way in, you paused to simply revel in the feel of Yuna’s body. And of course, you wanted to give her a moment to adjust to your body.

“You good?” you whispered, leaning forward even closer.

Yuna opened her eyes and nodded again. It was like night and day the way her personality shifted from earlier. She came in so confident and in control, but now she had become completely vulnerable, completely comfortable around you. And in return, you felt immense comfort with her.

A wave of warmth rushed through your body as you leaned forward over her body and kissed her again. As she kissed you back, you began slowly sliding your hips back and forth, enjoying every inch of pleasure her pussy was shooting into you.

“You’re a living fucking dream, you know that?” you grunted as you softly pressed into her pussy again and again.

“Your dick feels amazing,” Yuna moaned, arching her back. “Fuck me, fuck me good.”

That was the plan. You pushed forward faster, inching yourself even deeper now. The deeper you pressed into Yuna’s pussy, the better it felt. Not only was your cock throbbing in pleasure, you were also losing your mind at the sound of Yuna’s gentle moans overpowering the sound of the desk sliding against the floor with each thrust.

“That’s fucking right,” Yuna sobbed softly, rubbing circles around her clit with her hand. “I’m going to fucking cum, don’t fucking stop.”

“Cum for me,” you grunted, taking two big handfuls of Yuna’s tits into your palms and squeezing.

“I’m clo….” her voice trailed off, leaving her mouth open and eyes shut tight in focus.

She couldn’t physically speak anymore, yet it hardly mattered. You knew, without a doubt in your mind, the way her pussy was contracting against your cock that she was cumming hard. Making sure not to change your pace, even as your sweat began pooling on your brow, you pushed and pushed, muttering filth that she probably couldn’t even comprehend right now, pushing through her new tightness.

Her pussy convulsed for a bit longer before the squeezing calmed, and all that remained from her orgasm was the heavy breathing that pushed your palms up every second or so. You also slowed down a bit, all the sensation bringing you painfully close to your own orgasm, realizing now how tired your legs were getting. Being so close to the edge, however, gave you all the energy you needed. Finally, Yuna had recovered, and she pulled herself up, wrapping her arms and legs around your body.

“Are you close?” she whispered directly into your ear.

After that, definitely.

“Do you want to cum on me?” Yuna moaned into your ear. “All over my face?”

“Yes,” you gasped back, focusing as hard as you could on your hips thrusting into her pussy a few final times before you pulled out - you were unbelievably close now.

“Good,” she purred before quickly jumping off the desk and turning you around as she sat on the chair. “Cover me in that cum.”

Before you could start stroking, Yuna had already grabbed your cock. This girl was like fucking magic, the way she jerked you off with her mouth open wide, eyes staring into yours, her hand was doing better than even you could do. She moved as fast as she could, squeezing hard against your cock, fondling your balls with her other hand. You rode the absolute edge of your orgasm, just to get launched over your limit as Yuna stuck her cute little tongue out and prodded your tip a couple of times, sealing the deal.

“Ah!” Yuna gasped as the first hefty gush landed on her forehead, splattering into her hair. “Fuck yes,” she added with a moan as she adjusted your cock.

The next few moments happened so fast, in such a blur, you could barely comprehend what was happening. All you knew was your cock felt fucking amazing as Yuna jerked you off. In front of you, once your vision cleared up, Yuna’s face was completely plastered in white, barely any actually making it into her open mouth.

“Fuck!” you squealed as Yuna shoved your cock down her throat. “Please!”

She pulled your cock out of her lips, smiling brightly up at you, that smile that you could stare at for the rest of your life.

“Aim better,” she giggled, using her pinky to scoop a glob of your cum off her face into her lips.

“Alright, let’s try again.”

“Don’t tempt me,” Yuna smirked before suddenly pouting. “It’s in my hair, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” you quickly pulled out some tissues from your bag and handed them to her. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine,” she sighed, pulling out her phone to use as a mirror. “Thanks again, for the assignment.”

“Yeah, of course,” you replied as you got dressed. “Thanks for… yeah.”

“Any time,” Yuna giggled softly, wiping her face clean.

“Here,” you held her bra out for her.

“Thanks,” she accepted the garment. “But no, really, any time.”

“Are you suggesting-”

“Yes.”

“Yuna, I don’t know if I’m ready for a relationship yet.”

“Oh, no,” she quickly clarified. “I didn’t mean like that, trust me I’m also not ready yet. I just meant the sex part, and maybe also the homework part.”

“Friends with benefits?” you picked up her panties. “Have you ever had one before?”

“No, but I’m down to give it a shot with the right person,” she answered softly. “Have you?”

“Yeah, mine actually just graduated last year,” you chuckled, reminiscing about your past. “Look, if you’re serious, then I’m down. But I want you to think about it first, it can be kinda dangerous.”

“I’d agree with you if we knew each other before,” Yuna replied. “But we just met, I don’t think feelings will be an issue.”

“Right,” you tried to hide your skepticism. “Alright, exclusive or no?”

“I’d say no. Thoughts?”

“Fine with me,” you held out her panties. “But then no jealousy allowed.”

“Keep them,” Yuna winked up at you before standing up. “And of course not, no jealousy.”

“Yeah?” you placed your hands on her hips. “Even if I fuck your roomie?”

“I’ll do you one better,” Yuna whispered into your face before spinning you around and pushing you onto the chair. She had already straddled your lap before whispering her next words. “Fuck me again and I’ll set you up with her myself.”

“Deal.

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A/N:

Short and quick little piece I wrote in a couple of nights. I had always planned for Yuna to be in the Roommates universe, I just can't remember what inspired me to write it all of a sudden. Truthfully not the most edited and reviewed fic I've ever written, oh well, enjoy!

I really hope it's not too confusing (not that you need to read the other fics in the universe, the whole point is that you can read them independently). This is supposed to take place in junior year, and there are a few references to some of the other fics in this universe, some foreshadowing I guess.

I wouldn't expect another fic for a bit, I really don't have much time to write lately. I can, however, give some insight on what I'm currently working on: Dating Seraphs next part soonish (my priority rn), Exchange next part, Roommates Kazuha part 3, Roommates Eunbi part 2, Roommates secret unnamed idol part 1, unnamed actress stand alone fic, and also a stand alone MiSaMo fic (this one might be my next post, I'm like 8k words deep already). There are a couple others currently on the back burner that I haven't forgotten about as well.

Long ass A/N but I haven't said much to my readers in a while so fuck it. Like always, feel free to throw feedback at me, I try to read it all. I probably can't be convinced to write more, but if you're desperate for one of the fics I listed above then feel free to plead your case and I'll probably prioritize it. Take care you lovely people.

[sexlapis]

yn and toji filming a buzzfeed puppies interview together then getting a question about if they would adopt a dog together 🎀🎀🎀

TOJI FUSHIGURO & Y/N + PUPPIES

⤷ cw: fluff, short fic, cute puppies, toji & yn haven’t exactly gone public but everyone basically knows they’re together 💀

a/n: needed to make this a whole thing bc i love this idea sm 🤭

INTRO

“oh my god!” you squeal as the crew members release six fluffy, tiny golden retriever puppies to where you and toji sit. the puppies immediately run over to both of you, and begin licking all over you knees and hands.

“hey, little guy..” toji coos and gently lifts the dog in his hands, practically dwarfing the small animal in the size of them. “such a little squirt, huh?”

you on the other hand, now have three bundles of pale yellow fluff bundled up in your arms, cradling them like they’re your children. “oh my god, oh my god. they’re all coming home with me, i’ll make it happen somehow.”

IF YOU WERE AN ANIMAL, WHAT ANIMAL WOULD YOU BE?

“easy.” toji begins, smirking. “i’d be a wolf. i-”

in the midst of rubbing the belly of one of the puppies, you snort harshly at his answer, pulling you lips together.

toji drops the smirk and looks at you while he rocks two puppies in crook of his big arms. “what’s funny?”

“toji…you? a wolf? i don’t think so..”

toji scoffs. “what’d you think i’d be then?”

“hmm.. i think.. i think you’d be a chipmunk.”

“chipmunk?!” toji exclaims. “no way!”

you hold one of the puppies up to your face, speaking in a baby voice. “toji would be a chipmunk, wouldn’t he? yes he would! yes he would!”

“i would- you know what you would be?” he starts and you know he’s probably going to say something crazy. “you’d be a pterodactyl.”

“a what!” you cackle, dropping your head onto the floor and laying on your stomach. some of the puppies start climbing on your back. “what the hell would i be a dinosaur?”

he puts one of the puppies on the ground and it rests on his shoe. “pterodactyls ain’t dinosaur actually-”

“ok, toji the palaeontologist, why the hell would be a pterodactyl?”

toji shrug, nuzzling the puppy in his arm. “y’know.. they’re loud..and they got big mouths.”

you gasp. “that is-” you puff your cheeks and start throwing the squeaky toys at him aggressively.

“hey! stop!”

IF YOU COULD ACT WITH ANY ACTOR, WHO WOULD IT BE?

“oh, definitely mikasa ackerman.” you answer. “she’s so talented and sweet.” you bounce the puppy in your arms, one who seems to especially love you and toji. “she’s so sweet! yes she is!”

“yeah i’ve heard good things about her..” toji said. “‘think my choice would be..nanami kento. he’s done good work..seems respectable.”

“wow, really? you’d both hate each other.”

“_____, why are you so negative?” toji asks, faking seriousness. “we would get along. don’t be jealous.”

“jealous?!”

“yeah, jealous,” toji picks up the smallest puppy and it to his chest, stroking its head, “ain’t that right? she’s jealous, right?” he shakes his head at you while shaking the head of the puppy with his hand. “she’s so- oh, that one’s taking a shit on the floor.”

you turn and there it was, a tiny puppy, in toji’s words, taking a shit.

“ew.. i forgot they just did that…”

when the puppy finishes it’s…business, the other puppies run over and start sniffing it.

“oh fuck, they’re about to eat his fucking shit.” toji wheezes, shoulders bouncing m. “their faces just make you forget how fucking disgusting they are..”

“eugh, they’re so nastyy.” you cringe at them, cooing at the puppy in your lap. “but you’re not like they are you?”

WOULD YOU ADOPT A PUPPY TOGETHER?

“yes! yes we would!” you rest the female puppy in your arms. “wouldn’t we, toji?”

toji looks at you, admiring how adorable you look with the adorable, little puppy in your arms. he looks back to the puppies in his arms and lap. “‘couldn’t hurt..”

you shout happily. “toji, we’re taking this one home.” you lift the puppy in your hands to the sky like she’s simba. you look off camera. “can we take this one home? please?”

at the end of the video, you’re hugging toji along with the other puppies. “you’re all coming home with me!”

toji looks to the camera for help

(and that’s how you both end up with 6 golden retriever puppies for pets :))

[theemissuniverse]

COMEDIC RELIEF! FEM!READER INTROS WITH MK 11 CAST PART 1

SUMMARY : You are a powerful Earthrealm warrior with the ability to pick up peoples fighting styles. (Basically Shujinko.) and shapeshift into them. You were once a part of the Black Dragon and dated Kano but left.

WARNING : Suggestive dialogue.

A/N : This was fun. I missed doing this.

ROMANCE FLIRTY DIALOGUE

Kung Lao

Fujin

Scorpion

Kitana

Nightwolf

Shao Kahn

Probably more that I forgot. main character wants to f with everything tbh

FATALITIES

Rock, Paper, Scissors

(Y/N) will shape shift into Scorpion first. She’ll throw the spear at the opponent and yell “Get Over Here!” She’ll pull you over towards her. She’ll shape shift into Sindel and use her scream, making all the skin pull off her opponent. Then she’ll change into Liu Kang and preform his bicycle kick to go right through her opponent.

Monkey See, Monkey Do

(Y/N) will change into whoever her opponent is. Then hit her opponent in the face repeatedly saying, “why are you hitting yourself?” The manically laugh and do a spin kick to kick their head off.

FRIENDS

Kung Lao

Scorpion (one sided on her side)

Nightwolf

Noob Saibot (one sided on her side)

Kitana

Liu Kang

Cassie Cage

Fujin

ALLIES

Sheeva

Sub-Zero

Raiden

Jax Briggs

Johnny Cage

Jacqui Briggs

NEUTRAL

Rain

Mileena

Jade

Erron Black

Kabal

Baraka

Kotal Kahn

ENIMES

Cetrion

Frost

Shao Kahn (one sided on her side)

D’Vorah

Geras

Kano

Skarlet

Sonya Blade

Shang Tsung

Kollector

Sindel

DIALOGUE

(Y/N) #1 : Who’s hotter? Kung Lao or NightWolf?

(Y/N) #2 : Shao Kahn.

(Y/N) #1 : There’s no hope for you.

(Y/N) #2 : Okay round two. Who’s hotter? Kitana or Sonya?

(Y/N) #1 : Skarlet.

(Y/N) #2 : Dear god, what is wrong with you?

(Y/N) : Is it hot in here or is it just you?

SCORPION : It’s me.

(Y/N) : I can’t tell if you’re going along with my flirting or if you mean that literally.

(Y/N) : *shape shifted into Scorpion* Get over here!

SCORPION : How many times are you going to say that?

(Y/N) : *back to normal* Until it gets old.

(Y/N) : *imitating Smoke* Where there is Smoke there is fire!

SCORPION : I do not say that.

(Y/N) : One of you ninja freaks do.

(Y/N) : *shape shifted into Sub-Zero but with Scorpion’s voice* Get over here!

SUB-ZERO : I do not say that.

(Y/N) : *back to normal* It’s not my fault you don’t got a cool catchphrase.

(Y/N) : Come on, Kuai, don’t give me the cold shoulder. Ha! Get it? Because you got frosty powers?

SUB-ZERO : Yes. I get it, (Y/N).

(Y/N) : Cool. Glad we’re on the same page.

JADE : You and Johnny Cage are a headache.

(Y/N) : Yeah but I’m the funny one right?

JADE : By the gods…

(Y/N) : You’re cute when you get all fiery.

JADE : I am not nor will I ever be interested,

(Y/N) : Are you Outworld women conceited? I was trynna be all girl power and compliment you.

(Y/N) : 50 bucks says I beat you.

RAIDEN : I do not wager money.

(Y/N) : If you’re broke just say that.

(Y/N) : Come on, Raiden! Hook me up with Fujin.

RAIDEN : I will not play matchmaker with my brother.

(Y/N) : So you’re broke and not a matchmaker? What are you good for?

LIU KANG : Are you ready for training?

(Y/N) : Not if Kung Lao isn’t here.

LIU KANG : You know you’re the only person to utter that.

(Y/N) : Double or nothing!

LIU KANG : *laughs* I have already beaten you twenty times, (Y/N).

(Y/N) : So??? I will be the last one standing!

(Y/N) : Is it hot in here or is it just you?

LIU KANG : Didn’t you use that line on Scorpion?

(Y/N) : Give me a break. I can’t keep track of everything I said.

(Y/N) : Do your bicycle kick into Shao Kahn. He won’t leave me alone.

LIU KANG : I pity that you have to deal with that.

(Y/N) : The chosen one pities me? I must be dead meat.

(Y/N) : I’m not the bad guy anymore, Sonya.

SONYA BLADE : You were with Kano. Bad guy still stands with you.

(Y/N) : Yeesh. If you want to fuck him, go ahead.

(Y/N) : *shape shifted into Sonya but with Kano’s voice* ‘Ello baby, did you miss me?

SONYA BLADE : That’s not funny.

(Y/N) : *back to normal* Don’t be jealous cuz you can’t do the voice.

KUNG LAO : How come you haven’t trained with me?

(Y/N) : I’m scared I’ll hurt you.

KUNG LAO : Oh, sweetheart. That’s just not possible.

KUNG LAO : You dated Kano?!

(Y/N) : Are you judging me, Lao?

KUNG LAO : I just didn’t know your type was losers.

KUNG LAO : It seems like all the men want you.

(Y/N) : I know right? I’m a total catch.

KUNG LAO : None are better than me.

(Y/N) : You know the Darth Vader thing you got going on is kinda hot.

NOOB SAIBOT : I will bring you to death.

(Y/N) : Okay on second thought….

NOOB SAIBOT : Your fighting is impressive for an Earthrealm woman.

(Y/N) : Why thank you dark shadow thing.

NOOB SAIBOT : That doesn’t mean you can beat me.

(Y/N) : Come on, Bi-Han. We were buddies, remember?

NOOB SAIBOT : I tolerated you. I do not like you.

(Y/N) : We’ll that’s just hurtful.

(Y/N) : Come on. Say it. Just once.

KANO : *sighs* Throw a shrimp on the Barbie.

(Y/N) : Aww. You do still love me.

KANO : That bloke still hitting on you?

(Y/N) : You know how many men I have lined up? You’re going to have to be more specific.

KANO : The one with the stupid hat.

KANO : Your last chance to come back to me.

(Y/N) : I’d rather be with Shao Kahn than you.

KANO : You got yourself a death wish.

MILEENA : Come dance with me.

(Y/N) : How about no?

MILEENA : Then I’ll make you.

(Y/N) : I’m kinda into the whole vampire thing.

SKARLET : I am no vampire you mistake.

(Y/N) : Ouch. That wasn’t even necessary.

JOHNNY CAGE : You and me would make the hottest couple in Hollywood.

(Y/N) : I’d rather die than be caught dating a white American man.

JOHNNY CAGE : Death over dating me? Seriously?

(Y/N) : Now that I think about it, Takeda is kinda cute.

JACQUI BRIGGS : Don’t even (Y/N).

(Y/N) : What? I said I was thinking it.

JACQUI BRIGGS : Don’t say it…

(Y/N) : Okay I won’t….your dad’s kinda hot -

JACQUI BRIGGS : Stop it!

(Y/N) : To what do I owe this displeasure?

D’VORAH : The Kahn wants you. Alive.

(Y/N) : The Kahn will be disappointed then.

(Y/N) : *shape shifted into Shang Tsung* Your soul is mine!

SHANG TSUNG : I sound nothing like that!

(Y/N) : *back to normal* Sure you don’t…

SINDEL : You are too weak for Shao Kahn.

(Y/N) : And yet…he wants me more than you.

SINDEL : A fatal mistake he has made.

KITANA : Tell Kung Lao I am not interested.

(Y/N) : Because you’re going to admit your undying love for me right?

KITANA : *laughs* You amuse me, (Y/N).

CASSIE CAGE : So do you like girls or boys?

(Y/N) : I like whatever looks good.

CASSIE CAGE : That is such a ‘you’ answer.

CASSIE CAGE : Come on, admit it. You like him a little.

(Y/N) : He keeps sending human hearts at my door. No!

CASSIE CAGE : Who knew Shao Kahn was a romantic?

(Y/N) : You know you want me.

JAX BRIGGS : Tuh. Not exactly my type.

(Y/N) : What I gotta do? Get a cheap blonde wig?

KABAL : Fighting me won’t make you gain all my moves.

(Y/N) : That is literally how it works.

KABAL : Ah shit.

SHAO KAHN : I will kill all my concubines just to have you.

(Y/N) : Why doesn’t anyone normal want me?

SHAO KAHN : You did not deny me.

SHAO KAHN : Earthrealm is wasting your power.

(Y/N) : Let me guess, you have better use for it?

SHAO KAHN : More than you know.

(Y/N) : Tell your scream queen wife to leave me alone.

SHAO KAHN : Her jealousy is its own weapon.

(Y/N) : How the hell did the tyrant want me?!

(Y/N) : Stop sending me human hearts in a box. It’s weird.

SHAO KAHN : What would you like for me to do?

(Y/N) : Not send me human hearts???

(Y/N) : How come you’re not my mentor and Raiden is?

FUJIN : Because we wouldn’t be able to go through one lesson without you flirting.

(Y/N) : I can’t help it if you’re hot.

(Y/N) : I’m ready to be blown away Fujin. Get it? Because you control the wind. And stuff…

FUJIN : Yes, (Y/N). I get it.

(Y/N) : Good. Let’s tussle.

(Y/N) : 50 bucks says I beat you.

FUJIN : Are you sure you want to lose all your money?

(Y/N) : Oh you think you’re the funny one here?

FUJIN : Ignore Shao Kahn’s advances, (Y/N).

(Y/N) : You say that like I’ve been hanging around with him.

FUJIN : After finding out about Sindel, I don’t know what to expect.

FUJIN : Your power is most impressive.

(Y/N) : *giggling* I take that like you’re flirting with me.

FUJIN : You take everything I say as me flirting with you.

NIGHTWOLF : You are a powerful warrior, (Y/N).

(Y/N) : *giggling* You make me blush, Nightwolf.

NIGHTWOLF : Show me what you can do.

(Y/N) : If your name isn’t Nightwolf then what is it?

NIGHTWOLF : I will never hear the end of it if I tell you.

(Y/N) : Aw. Don’t be shy, Nighty.

OTHER INTROS MENTIONING YOU

LIU KANG : (Y/N) says she likes you better than me.

KUNG LAO : Smart and beautiful. What doesn’t she have?

LIU KANG : The sense to realize I am the better one.

SHAO KAHN : I will have (Y/N) and take over Earthrealm.

KUNG LAO : Tuh. Don’t think you’re her type.

SHAO KAHN : Says the one who gets rejected for Liu Kang.

LIU KANG : You know…(Y/N) doesn’t seem like your type.

KANO : She wasn’t personality wise but body wise she was.

LIU KANG : You are truly insufferable, Kano.

SINDEL : That pretender has gotten under your skin.

SHAO KAHN : I don’t need you of all people to tell me that.

SINDEL : That rat will die where she stands.

SCORPION : Your ex will not stop showing her affections for me.

KANO : She’ll fuck anything with a pulse.

SCORPION : She dated you. I expect that.

RAIDEN : (Y/N), keeps asking about you.

FUJIN : Really? What has she said?

RAIDEN : Do not fall for a mortal, brother.

JOHNNY CAGE : We all know you wanna bone (Y/N), dude.

NIGHTWOLF : I can’t tell if you’re (Y/N) impersonating Cage or if that’s really you.

JOHNNY CAGE : Really? We act that much alike?

JADE : How are you friends with (Y/N)?

KITANA : She’s not as bad as you think she is, Jade.

JADE : I highly doubt that.

FUJIN : Stay away from, (Y/N).

SHAO KAHN : I am not threatened by an air bender.

FUJIN : You should be.

SONYA BLADE : (Y/N) is not your friend, Cassie.

CASSIE CAGE : Can’t you put your beef in the past? She’s cool.

SONYA BLADE : Once a black dragon, always a black dragon.

TOWER ENDING

I’m pretty much a badass so it was expected that I was the one to defeat Kronika. There was one thing I wasn’t sure about. The hourglass.

Changing history would mean the relationships I’ve made along the way would be forgotten. And I would go back to being the evil bitch in the Black Dragon.

In the new timeline, I made it exactly how it should be. Liu Kang and Kung Lao heroes. Shang Tsung, Shao Kahn, and the others casted away like they never existed.

Everything was supposed to be peaceful.

I started to feel a newfound boredom. Because there was no chaos and I made everything perfect, there was nothing. Absolutely nothing.

The people I’ve once cared about had no recollection of me and I didn’t know what to be. The only reason why I was one of the good guys was because of the people that were near and dear to my heart.

So I did what I do best, I played the bad guy.

And damn does it feel good to be the bad guy again.

A/N : part 2 or mk 1 next?????

[farfromstrange]

Okay, so, I am putting my thoughts under a cut. HEAVY spoilers for both episode 1 and 2 of Daredevil: Born Again. They are scrambled, and I’m gonna need a day to actually write something coherent, but I need to talk SCREAM ABOUT IT.

WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUUUUUCK

SCREAMING CRYING DYING FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK

Cancel MARVEL CANCEL DISNEY CANCEL THEM ALL FUCK THEM

They fucking killed Foggy. That last bit of hope I had shattered when his fucking eyes stayed open and his heart stopped. I started sobbing the moment Karen started begging him to stay with her. She was sobbing, MATT sobbing, I think we were all sobbing. The way he just… stopped fighting when Foggy died. The way he CRIED against DEX like his fucking heart just shattered, and we could all see it. I can’t-

The world ended the moment he died, for both Karen and Matt and everyone else who loved Foggy, and part of me doesn’t want to believe it, but if it is a fake-out, it’s the best one in history because I do not believe he’s still alive. Not after what I’ve seen, but I’d love to be proved wrong BECAUSE THIS CANNOT BE THE FUCKING END. It just can’t.

Matt threw Dex OFF THE ROOF! He WANTED him to die, or he was taking that chance. That blank look on his face just said “Nothing matters now anyway” and he abandoned all his principles because his best friend got killed. He loved Foggy, and now he’s dead. What kills me most is that Karen had to watch Foggy die—she held him in her fucking hands with his blood all over her—and Matt HEARD him die. How is that fucking fair?!

Quick side note about the intro: We’ve got the original theme slightly modified and I actually kinda like the imagery of the statues breaking! It’s as devastating as it is cool.

Anyway. We learned that Karen left for San Francisco. Matt and Karen kind of stopped talking, which, after what happened, I understand. I did NOT see coming though the fact that she’d go so far. Of course, their relationship didn’t have much of a future after that because people deal with grief differently and they both had to get out, but it was devastating to witness Matt being desperate because his world fell apart, and Karen just looking so, so broken for the same reasons. I mean, Matt begging her to give him just five minutes to talk? He sounded so soft. So… God, I can’t even put it into words. They’re both so broken oh my god.

What also got me was her keeping the horn and then giving it to him. (And later he fucking put the ‘in memory of Foggy Nelson’ card in his coat when meeting Heather. He’s always keeping him close to his heart, I’m crying.)

My thoughts are a mess right now. Matt started a firm with Kirsten, and I mean, good for him but everything just fell apart, and they (Matt and Karen) don’t even have each other anymore because they’re fighting their demons on their own. I can’t deal with this. Matt is alone in that big ass apartment with that piece of paper from Foggy’s memorial, cooking and watching the news and trying to move on from everything that happened, and he’s just so goddamn miserable. But who wouldn’t be?

Ben Urich’s niece! That’s all I’m gonna say.

Kirsten setting Matt up was the highlight for me because it made things a little lighter, but that man also needs serious therapy. At least we got him being a flirty flustered little shit though!!

I don’t think I have to say more about the diner scene. It was as intense as it was refreshing to see them talk like that without trying to kill each other.

Mayor Fisk!! Vincent’s performance is top tier! Love how he’s having a marital dispute with Vanessa and now Vanessa’s basically Kingpin and he’s yearning to get her back 😭

And the kiss at the end?? Why’s he so fucking hot and charming? Jesus Christ I almost forgot I was devastated.

I can’t even put into words the things I’m feeling right now. I- I need a few hours of sleep and a clearer mind because I’m still teary-eyed.

Another thing. They portrayed his senses surprisingly well, but Charlie also did an impeccable job. God, that man can ACT! Not that I ever doubted it. There is no better Matt Murdock than him. And he just proved again why I love this character so much.

Onto the second episode!

WHITE TIGER! Amazing introduction of the character. 10/10.

Love seeing Fisk being mayor and trying to do things the legal way, but we all now that’s not gonna stick. Not really.

Corrupt cops! And Matt jumping in to help Hector! That’s my man! He’s still Matt, he cares about injustice, so how can he not help? He can never give that piece of himself up, and I love that he refuses to. Seems like it’s finally giving him a purpose again. Seeing him in court again, being a lawyer, is so refreshing (and hot).

I absolutely love that they made sure that Ben Urich’s legacy lives on in his niece (BB) and GIRL does she seem determined. But I feel like she might get herself in trouble, especially with Fisk and his history with Ben. That’s gonna be interesting! Hope her and Matt get to meet, too.

Could that boy talking to Heather at her book signing (pop off by the way, we love a successful queen) and asking her for help be Muse? I don’t know much about that character, so I’ll let myself be surprised. Makes me scared for what’s gonna happen to her though. I don’t know how much more loss Matt can take, especially since we know he’ll choose to pursue something with her, romantically.

BACK TO FHE FLIRTING! Dinner date? Talking about traveling and having Mai tai’s? Having a future together? Oh, he’s so into her! And he’s smiling and laughing and God he needs that. Also, Matt being so ready to get a taste of Heather? I’m screaming. Choking on his drink and “I’ll take the check, please” AND “I’ll pay you back, in interest” SIR! YOU CANT DO THIS TO MEEEE!

I did not expect Fisk and Vanessa to go to Heather for couple’s therapy but honestly it’s kind of funny. Also curious to see where this goes, especially if/when Matt finds out.

HE STOOD OUTSIDE A CHURCH! I REPEAT, HE STOOD OUTSIDE A CHURCH! But he didn’t go in, so another crisis of faith, Perhaps?

HOLY FUCK! That fight?? Matt beating the shit out of these corrupt cops without any suit or gear to protect him, breaking fucking home WITH THOSE WILD EYES?? And the scream HOLY SHIT FUCK I NEED HIM AHHHH

Okay, that’s all. I need to give myself a moment to breathe now.

[kioflerkira]

can you do a miles morales x reader that readers spider woman and shy at first when they meet then they slowly gravitate towards miles.

“ GRAVITATIONAL PULL ”

pairing : m.morales x spiderwoman!reader warnings : fluff , mild cussing , awkwardness , female reader genre : fluff , romance , comedy n stuff summary : when a SUPAA shy spider-woman from another dimension crash-lands in brooklyn , she def doesn’t expect to meet someone like miles morales.

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YOU MET HIM UPSIDE DOWN

literally.

like, hanging-from-a-web , mask-half-off , upside-down.

your first impression of miles morales was not “cool” or “charming” or “smooth.”

a bit more likee :

“oh my god, he’s cute —

—wait, i’m upside down—

—stop staring at him too long, creep !—

—why he be looking at me like that—

—FUUCCK, I think I js forgot how to breathe—”

you had just swung in from your own earth—some dimensional screw-up involving a villain with way too many watches and not enough sense. you were flung through a vibrant portal, punched a guy on landing, and landed face-first in a trash pile in brooklyn.

great- awesome , AMAZING , intro.

not even five minutes later, you got your shit together, webbed your mask back on, and ran into him.

he landed in front of you , clean flip , smooth crouch. your internal monologue turned to static. he looked up at you like he’d never seen another person before— like he’d seen stars in your eyes.

you choked out a “hi !”

he blinked and said, “yo. you good ?”

you dipped tf outta there

not gracefully. not with a web-zip or a cool backflip.

nope.

you turned around , squeaked out , “sorry-I-don’t-talk-to-boys ,” and got outta there as fast as you could.

smooth.

so smooth.

⸻

it’s been two weeks since then.

you’re still on his earth, and you had gotten your first taste of glitching and dam. that stuff hurts. lyla said the anomaly’s stabilizing but you’d be here a while. enough time to blend in, suit up, maybe fight crime, and do something stupid like, y’know .. catch feelings for the one person who hasn’t stopped trying to talk to you since that first chaotic interaction.

miles.

he’s everywhere !

not in a creepy way— just in a miles way. chill. casual. appears next to you on rooftops like he belongs there. hangs upside down from fire escapes like it’s a casual tuesday. offers you snacks from his backpack during stakeouts like you’re not awkwardly trying to avoid eye contact.

and worst of all ?

he’s funny.

and sweet.

and smart.

and he has that dumb smile.

yah, you’re doomed.

⸻

today, it’s raining.

not, like, a gentle drizzle. a full on, gods-decided-to-dump-a-bucket typa of rain.

you’re on top of some apartment complex, mask rolled halfway up, eating lukewarm dumplings from a to go container you .. “borrowed” from a takeout joint that refused to serve u.

and then he lands beside you with a casual THWIPP.

dripping wet.

no umbrella.

“hey,” he says, peeling off his mask. “you always eat in the rain or is this , like , a tuesday thing ?”

you freeze. glance at him. then back at your dumpling.

“.. I- uh .. like the sound,” you mumble.

he hums , sitting beside you. close. wayy to close.

you swear your brain turns to TV static again.

after a painful beat of silence, he grins.

“you know, you’ve said, like, six words to me since you landed in my dimension.”

you flush. “i’ve said more than six—”

“six per week,” he corrects, chuckling. “it’s okay though. I like the mystery.”

you groan softly and hide your face in your hands. “i’m not trying to be mysterious. i’m just .. bad at talking to cute boys.”

miles goes still.

you freeze.

the words hang there. just float. no take-backs.

you slowly peek out between your fingers.

his expression is—how do you say—smug as hell.

“ohhh,” he grins, leaning back on his hands. “so i’m cute ?”

“I said boys, plural—”

“nope. too late ! you said it. i’m cute. you like me.”

“I never said I liked you—!”

“not yet,” he teases, bumping your shoulder. “but don’t worry. I can wait. i’m very patient. like, ninja levels of patient.”

you groan again and lean your head on his shoulder out of sheer emotional defeat. he doesn’t move away. just leans into you like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

the rain pours on.

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a/n: sorry for not posting 4 like 2 weeks .. i’ll try to be more consistent 🤓🤓

[lilolebambi]

how did dre and nick meet?

MODEL MATERIAL. INTRO TO THEM.

Nick is beyond tired and a little tipsy. Humming along to the song playing on the booming speakers as he sits next to his brother's on the couch.

He hates frats. He'd rather be anywhere else but here tonight, but since his roommate and brothers were begging him to come here, he had no choice.

He sighs, head falling back against the couch as he thinks about the things he could be doing instead of being stuck at his brother's frat.

"Y'good?" Chris asks, noticing the face of his brother. He nods, crossing his arms. "Just gonna go get another drink."

He's not trying to get drunk, necessarily. He just wants the strong feeling of feeling like he's terribly out of place to go. He makes small talk with all of the people he does recognize temporarily removing the frown from his face as he makes his way to the kitchen.

He raises an eyebrow, stopping a foot out of the kitchen when he sees all of the people squished in it. "What the hell is wrong with you people— get the fuck out!" His eyebrows furrow together, watching people spill out of the kitchen but still not seeing the source of who yelled.

Oh. "Stupid fuckin'.." You mumble hunched over a tray of cupcakes. You're pretty, do you know that? That you look you were personally sculpted by the Greek gods?

You turn around, and his heart practically leaps out of his chest. Freckles that rest atop your nose— Well, your entire face— And those pretty eyes— "What? Y'want one too?"

"What?" You cross your arms, "A cupcake."

"A-ah no, I'm just getting a drink." Nick mumbles, finally stepping in the kitchen. He can't help but stare you're literally gorgeous.

"You got a staring problem, kid?" He bites his lip. You're making him nervous, like nervous nervous. "You're like... model material."

Truthfully, he didn't mean to say that it just slipped out, and he begins to regret his words when you just stare at him. Until you laugh, your lips slowly turning to a smile. "You're messin' with me."

"No- no, I mean it. You could model," He tilts his head, eyes slowly trailing down your body. "You're funny." His stomach flips. "Do you wanna model for me?" Why does he keep saying stupid shit?

He gulps, watching you get closer. And the closer you get, the more of your features he takes in. Mostly, your have red, low eyes. "Yeah?" His knees almost give out, "M-mhm!" He's too deep into this to stop now. "I'm a photography student, and I have this new project.. andyourelikereallyprettyso—"

He doesn't think you catch the last part, and he's so happy you don't because he isn't sure why it came out in the first place, watching mindlessly shrug. "Sure."

He blinks. "... really?"

"I've got nothin' better to do." Hot guy saying he'll model for him? Score. "You said you wanted a drink, right?" You nod towards the fridge, "The good shits in there."

Nick forgot he even came in here for a drink. "Thanks." His eyes make their way over to the cupcakes you were so defensive of earlier, "..can I have one?"

"Those are edibles."

"Oh."

[cloversnstrawberries]

oc intro post ! ! young!serial killer grandpa & time traveler reader

masterlist | requests open !

warnings; Mentions of violence, murder, serial killings, Everett's superiority/god complex, misanthropy (hatred of the human race), manipulation, possessive behavior, mental instability, and there might be more that i forgot :( if i missed a major one, please let me know and i'll add it !!!

additional notes; i read "garden of the dead flowers" a while back (in which i totally did the daily pass thing. yeah. totally!), and i thought it had a lot of potential for a platonic yan,, i didn't like the ending much for other reasons, but i'm fixing it here. with my oc. as god intended, of course. of course, if you're familiar with the webcomic at all, this isn't really that similar; except for the very core basis ^^ this is the option that won the second poll :D

! ! introduction blurb & moodboard below the cut ! !

Everett has met a lot of people before, that's just how it is, being the son of a wealthy businessman and a socialite. He's met a lot of strange people as well, eccentric people that makes Everett need a double-take.

But none quite so strange as you, who simply... showed up in the back garden one day. You were disoriented, wearing odd clothes as you patted around your pockets for... something. A handkerchief, maybe?

Either way, you'd be an easy kill. He'd never seen you around before, perhaps a runaway then. Nobody would miss you, in that case. And If they did, then they'd have a difficult time tracing you all the way to Everett's backyard.

But something made that train of thought stop before it even fully departed. Something about you made him hesitate, and subsequently approach and offer you help. To pull you up, dazed as you were, and help you into the sitting room.

You continued to be quite out of it, and when he returned, tea in hand-- you took it without question. You hadn't said a word, not to him or otherwise. All you did was look around, face pinched like you trying to figure something out.

By the end of it, Everett isn't quite sure what made him take such a liking to you. When you opened up, you tripped over your words-- you sounded funny, regardless of that. Saying words and phrases he's never heard, but he didn't pay much mind to that.

Regardless of your little verbal stumbles, you ended up telling him that you 'don't know how you got here', which he assumed you meant the town in general, or maybe just his backyard specifically.

The first conversation he genuinely held with you, you would always give these nonsensical answers that provided no more knowledge than before. When he asked "Where are you from?" You'd respond with "Not here.", or how you got here-- you'd always pause, and try to think it over before finally settling on "...I don't know."

Amnestic, maybe? That's what he could make of it, anyways. Other than your dazed behavior, you showed no real signs of a concussion. He set you up in a guest room-- and he doesn't know what makes him do it. Even as you wake up the next morning, no longer so confused--

Usually, he wouldn't really like people like you. Those who treat him so casually, those who treat everybody like that; like they were everybody's pal. It irked Everett to no end before,

So why is it different when you do it? With your strange words, strange habits, and even stranger way of dress-- what's got him so interested in you?

What sets you apart of his usual fare--? He could go and argue that he helped you recover so he could add you to his roster of victims, because he's not one for kicking someone when their down...

But he couldn't even fool himself with that lie. Really, he doesn't know why or how you managed to worm your way into his good graces so quickly-- enough where he let you stay in his home for the time being.

He could be harboring a runaway, either from a family or maybe even if the law. That could put him in risk, if cops come looking for you-- find his home, found evidence of what he does in and around it.

Again, it's just something about you... It makes it impossible to even think of driving a knife straight through your heart. What would be easy for him with everyone else, was like fighting an uphill battle when it came to you.

Either way, he's not letting you go now. Not after week of getting to know you-- after getting you new clothes to help fit in, getting his parents to make the school take you as a student. Just so you didn't have to sit and rot in that big house all day, of course.

He won't let you outside the grounds. Maybe because he doesn't want his new friend taken, the only person that's been entirely immune to his constant need to hurt others-- either by yourself, or anyone who's looking for you.

But he doesn't tell you that. He says he just wants to make sure you're healthy and not about to keel over from an untreated brain injury and whatnot.

Everett has grown quite fond of you, even if you're a little strange.

Maybe it's because you're so strange, that you're exempt from his usually unforgiving drive to prey on others, and rip them limb from limb like they were bugs under a microscope.

[bloopitynoot]

Reading TGCF: Chapter 123

For those who don't know, I am reading TGCF for the first time and sharing my thoughts!

If you have not read it, there will be spoilers! Consider this a warning.

Also- if you want to follow along, I am aiming to post updates daily. You can find all the posts in the tag Bloopitynoot reads TGCF. You can also check out the intro post for context on my read BUT if you followed along with my SVSSS read, the rules and vibe are the same.

When I started this chapter this morning with breakfast- for some reason I thought it would be short; it was not! I did manage to finish it though so all good here :)

I only have one more chapter left! I forgot to buy the next book so there might be a couple days delay once I finish this one.

Today I had a latte and a slice of quiche with the chapter.

Let's get into chapter 123!

"Teleportation array, activate" . it's giving power rangers or captain planet. Why did he have to say it like that though XD Jun Wu never activated anything vocally p293

omg, poor Shi Qingxuan! Holding the fort together while everyone is witnessing what will surely be their end approach from the distance. p294

again! Bless Lang Qianqiu for taking initiative, this kid is doing the good work. p295

General Pei!! :D p295

Damn! Pei Ming even apologized to Rong Guang. That's some character growth. p297

If Guzi dies after all of this I'll be pissed. p298

Qi Rong! Bro- stop trying to talk sense into Jun Wu and just flee! p300

Guzi is alive!!!! But also yay, Rain Master is here p301

Pei Ming being saved by Our Queen, Rain master - [chef's kiss]. p301

What the heck is clone Hua Cheng doing with Shi Qingxuan? p303

Oh that's kind of sweet. Hua Cheng gave Shi Qingxuan their fan back. p304

oooooh! My Heart! "ol' Feng's" pals realizing that they are actually a god and they weren't bullshitting them this entire time. p305

Not the corpse eating rats! Two things I hate- those damn rats and human face disease. p306

Jeeze, why is Xuan ji still here. But also, I get it. Enemies to lovers Pei Ming and the Rain master for real. Bonus if Rain master is the brains of the operation. p307

"Don't love me- love yourself" Pei Ming, you absolute heart breaker. p308

This is so wholesome! Hua Cheng's ghost city residents are helping too! p309

Damn. how many level-ups does Jun Wu have? p310

Wohooo! One hit and the giant is rubble! p312

That single redeeming moment for Qi Rong :( p314

Jeeze. The fact Guzi said Qi Rong treats him better than his actual father did- ouch. The story from this kids perspective is an absolute tragedy. p316

Okay so there is still more LOL

Jun Wu is still running amok- I fear for Feng Xin and Mu Qing!

Also I think Qi Rong got such a fucking horrible story. I don't know if he's dead, but shit, that was casually sad. The fact that Xie Lian felt nothing about it too- damn.

[ottpopfic]

There is no freeloading at camp, you are either learning and training or you are helping and teaching. Jason likes that, doaning the red ‘Adult In Charge’ camp shirt and working with the kids. He knows a good portion of the campers by now; either through helping them get to camp or from their many visits before or their goddaughter being friends with them, he really likes being Mr. Jason.

The help is needed during the spring break session; more campers means more teachers and adult chaperones are required to stay in Conner Stole's carefully calculated ratio. Jason often finds himself roped in under Clarisse La Rue, who is the head combat teacher. During the rest of the year combat training is split three ways, Nico with swordplay (when he's not on a hell mission), Kayla as the archery instructor (when she's not taking a shift at the infirmary), and Clarisse teaching spear work and any other weaponry. But everyone knows it's Clarisse’s training field, she is the one any kid goes to when they want to take on a specialised weapon, the one who sets the training regimens and schedules, and the one who fills in when the others are elsewhere

Jason likes working the training field, a little more than he likes running a class on the minor gods. It reminds him of his play spars with Katie on the Way Station's roof green, his godkid showing off whatever new trick she's learned and trying to take him out at the ankles. And children love nothing more than a dope sword, even if it is a camp practice standard and they are just running beginner drills with them, swords will always be cool

Jason is there now, helping readjust footwork and hand placement for the intro to weaponry class. Some of the kids are taking to it, others not so much. Jason is just thinking how one of the new unclaimed needs be moved to archery yesterday when a call on Nico’s walkie-talkie comes in

“Yo Training Grounds do you have eyes on Jason V?” Nyssa’s voice crackles

“Valdez or Valente?” Nico clarifies

“Valdez” she monotonous unimpressed, uh-oh

“We got eyes on him”

“Can you send him to Forge to collect his disaster”

“Yeah Forge we got you.” Nico chuckles “Clarisse can you send me xxx I'm gonna be four over” then Nico turns to Jason “It looks like you forgot something” he teases with a grin

“I most certainly have not” Jason laughs, dusting off his hands and grabbing his water bottle “Fifty cents on the Drew fight”

“Absolutely not” Nico waves him off “That's a rigged bet”

It is a rigged bet, Jason's husband hasn't had his once-a-visit blowout with his sister in law yet, and with him helping in the forge today it was only a matter of time. With luck no one is missing parts, he does not want to explain to Will why he's hulling his fully grown husband into the Infirmary during the busy season for the third year in a row

[sexysturn]

MAKE YOU MINE.

FWB!BSF!DRIVER!CHRIS x DRUNK!READER

warnings: SMUT. mentions of being used for your body, sex while drunk, fingering, oral f!recieving, spitting on face/in mouth (???), squirting, getting caught, creampie, unprotected p in v (dont do this), names: “good girl, baby, ma, slut, darling, love, etc”.

summary: you and chris have always felt something besides just a fling for each other, its just never been said out loud. but you, madison, and nick decide to go out for the night. you forget to tell your best friend chris where youre going, and you get a little too drunk, nick and madison cant drive, so chris has to drive you home. but theres too much tension for chris to handle himself tonight.

not proofread.

authors note: this has a VERY long intro guys sorry whoopsie i locked in

i cant focus my eyes on anything. the whole room is filled with purple and pink lights. all i hear is the muffled laughter and conversations in the bar and my friend madison screaming something at what i have to assume is nick.

“NICKKK THIS IS MY SONGGGG” madison drunkenly shouts, slurring her words almost more than mine. “NO WAYY!!” nick yells.

nick is the only sober one out of me and madison. i dont know how or why he is even dealing with us right now.

“nick!” i shout over the katy perry song thats playing for the fourth time tonight, and the large crowd of guys hitting on madison, hoping he hears me. he scans the crowd til he connects eyes with me. “is everything okay?” he says in my ear once he makes his way next to me through the group of grown men flirting with madison.

“nick fuck i think i- i forgot to tell chris where i went with you and mads” i say as i slur my words and almost fall over into nicks arms a solid three times. “shit its okay,” nick reassured me, “he probably assumed you went somewhere with me and madison when we left the house anyway its alright”

“n- no. hes gonna be mad” i say, realizing i havent even checked my phone for God knows how long to text him. shit.

all of a sudden i dart to where nick, madison and i left our bags, leaving nick confused contemplating on whether he should chase after me or not.

i text chris, hoping hes not mad. he hasnt texted me since i left, that cant be good.

me:

hi chris

chris:

what the fuck. ive been so worried about you why haven’t my texts gone through since you left!?

me:

shit im sorry i didnt twll you where i went i just assumed you knew where njck and madison were going cause you knew i was goibg with them.

shit i cant spell, hes gonna know im drunk as fuck

chris:

no i didnt fucking know you were going with them, plus none of my texts have sent to them either!! where the fuck are you do you need me to come get you??? are you drunk!?

me:

im at the bar dowb by the beacj but no i dont need you to come ger me

chris:

you didnt answer my other question, are you drunk?

me:

no

chris:

liar. im omw.

fuck.

i scan through the massive crowd with my purse clutched to my side trying to find nick or madison, preferably both.

i spot nick, talking to some random guy. i probably startled this poor guy when i ran up to nick basically bashing into his arm trying to tell him that chris is on the way to come get me and he seems mad.

nick has always known chris is protective of me. nick also looks worried for me, scanning me up and down. “you sure you want chris to see you out partying drunk as hell in that dress…”

he hands me his leather jacket and puts it on one of my arms and before i know it i feel a cold hand grab me by the forearm before i can fully put nicks jacket on.

its chris.

im getting practically dragged away by him, my visions still blurry, and my thoughts disoriented.

i get in chris’ car outside and he starts interrogating me.

“why didnt you tell me where you went!? what if something happened to you?!! why didnt you text me at all??”

im overwhelmed by all the questions, i can barely think. “im sorry, chris!” i shout “i figured you’d assume i went with nick and madison to the bar and it slipped my mind to text you.”

chris is silent after what i say, i glance over confused.

chris’ gaze is taken by the outfit i have on. a dark red sequin dress with holes at the sides exposing most of my waist, and a scarily low v neck which exposes my tits which are damn near about to fall out the dress.

“what are you thinking wearing that,” he says protectively, “are you trying to get laid by some random guy at the bar!?”

“no”

no? thats all im able to say? why am i nervous?

“hm. maybe ill knock some sense into you later then, teach you its not alright to display yourself like that to everyone” chris huffs.

what does that mean?

chris is silent the rest of the drive home, so am i.

we make it home and chris brings me to his room, giving me some of his clothes to change into.

boxers and a baggy “boston” t shirt.

i decide to change in his room because im too drunk to walk anymore and get to a bathroom. i ask chris for help unzipping my dress.

he comes and helps me, he gets dangerously close to my jawline with his fingers running up and down my back, to my collarbones, which is very unnecessary.

a shiver goes down my spine as he unzips my dress.

all of a sudden, he pulls and drops my dress to my ankles and acts like it was an accident.

“shit sorry” he turns around.

i dont say anything.

we are in his bed watching some random movie, and i feel his cold hand graze over my thigh, causing me to shiver again against my will.

“y’know, that dress was really pretty on you,” he says to me without hesitation. “t- thank you?”

i cant tell if he’s joking and messing with ms caise he is still mad, or if he’s being serious.

“ive always thought you were pretty.” he whispers. “im sorry i got mad earlier. i just dont want other people seeing you and thinking they can use you, you were so drunk”

“i know but i had it under control”

“did you? did you have it under control when you told nick earlier that me and you have hooked up before.”

what.

i did not do that. i couldnt have. was i really that drunk??

next thing i know i feel his hand trace up my thigh again and get scarily close to my core, which was growing embarrassingly wet from the memories of our last hookup now running through my mind, and all the shit chris did when he was unzipping my dress.

his hand finally reaches my core, he rubs circles around my clothed clit.

“you wanna dress like a slut at the bar, huh?” he hisses. “and you wanna get so shitface drunk that you accidentally tell my brother what me and you did?”

“i- im sorry, chris.”

“dont be.”

he stops rubbing my clit and he traces the band of the boxers on me, slowly pulling them down.

“youve always been a slut,” he throws the blanket off of us and pulls my boxers fully off, exposing my glistening pussy to the cold air of his room. “see. youre wet from me getting angry arent you, ma” he slaps my sensitive pussy, making me wince.

“y- yes” i whine, “please chris, touch me”

“whatd you say love, i didnt hear you” he teases while looking me dead in the eyes.

“touch me, please, chr-” before i can finish my sentence, with my mouth open he takes rhe opportunity to spit in my mouth.

holy fuck

“ohh, you couldve just asked.” abruptly he sticks his long middle finger into my aching hole, thrusting slowly. “faster, please.” i beg.

he listens and goes faster, causing me to let out an embarrassingly loud moan. he adds another finger and curls them right into my sweet spot.

“f- fuck!” i let out. “im close.”

“already?” he pulls his fingers out, causing me to whine again at the loss.

all of a sudden he strips completely and his nearly rock hard dick is exposed and seems larger than it ever has. he orders me to take off my shirt, and my tits are exposed.

“so sexy, ma” he grabs my tits and slowly moves his way back down to my still throbbing hole. he licks right from my hole to my clit leaving a slick trail. and he sticks his tounge into my hole causing my back to arch off the bed and i let out a borderline pornographic moan as his fingers begin rubbing circles on my clit again.

he moves his tounge around inside me going as deep as he can while his fingers still work steady circles on my clit. “shit. chris- dont s- stop.” i feel the knot in my stomach tighten, and without warning i squirt.

chris pulls his face away and starts aggressively rubbing on my clit causing me to keep squirting for what felt like forever.

“youre so fuckin sexy ma, only i can make you do that huh?” he says, “my fuckin slut”

“y- yes chris. only you, im yours” this makes him let out a sly chuckle. “i know.”

all of a sudden i feel his dick thrust into me, quickly and without warning. i let out an insane moan and so does he.

his moans are so fucking hot.

“fuck- chris!”

“hm?” he questions, his voice already shaky.

i dont even reply, he knows what i want. i just try my hardest to focus. his cock hitting my gspot perfectly every. single. thrust. his moans are bringing me to the edge so fucking fast.

“c- chris. im gonna cum” my voice is so shaky. his thrusts are gettinf sloppier by the second and i feel the knot in my stomach break. and i feel his cum fill me up.

we finished at the same time

we are both a moaning mess together and he pulls out of me, both of our cum dripping out of me.

then we hear chris’ bedroom door open… its madison and nick, they’re home.

“WHAT THE FUCK” they both shout in unison, nick slamming the door back shut immediately.

oops.

[dkniade]

thoughts on the pilot when I watched it I guess:

“Pretty Pretty Please I Don’t Want to be a Magical Girl (PILOT ANIMATIC)” - Kiana Khansmith

AIKA AND ZIRA!! Adorable!! And Aika running into Hoshi in the washroom and going “NOOOOO” is amazing

Oh by the way Zira’s sidebag is very practical. She could put her Moon Sailor volumes in there! I’ve got one like that too

Zira poking around her food because she’s too distracted by the manga kdjsksks I love her

Zira gushing about Moon Sailor and the two talking about being average with no talents is so cute

“You see, I’m”—(pushes up glasses, spotlight)—“kind of a loser.” Amazing. I love them.

“You got nowhere to go but up!” Very motivational!

Friend with little sparkles and pink background aw.. Do they not have friends before Aika😭

WHEEZE THE FRAMING FOR ELCIPSE’S INTRO OH GOD

The contrast, the scenic form, amazing comedy

ZIRA STANDING BEFORE AIKA TO PROTECT HER AGAINST moon man

Zira, VO: “Who even are you?”

Eclipse: “But, if you must know my name,”

Up until this point this really has the vibe of a Team Rocket motto. (「なんだかんだと聞かれたら 答えてあげるのが世の情け」)

“IT’S ECLIPSE! SERVANT OF DARKNESS!” (SLOW SPIN OUT) Somehow he hits fittingly villainous and over dramatic at the same time. THUNDER

“I will smite you!” And Aika’s just sitting there looking so bored while Zira is worried. Aw

“Don’t hurt my friend!” 😭Zira.. heartbreaking. Man, Bennet Abara’s delivery is amazing

The staff! And Aika holding Zira by her waist! Aww

Zira saying “gasp” out loud oh my god

“dull metal thump”

A LEAD PIPE. God I love how this is the only segment so far that’s fully coloured and animated. Go get him Aika

(7:30)(Menu. Mon: Meat. Tues: Pesto. Weds: 8 Olives. Thurs: Meat. Fri: Seeecret.) what kind of lunch does your school serve Aika

DOES THAT SHOT ACTUALLY SAY “HOLY SHIT!!!” WITH COMIC EFFECTS amazing

“But like, what even is a star beam, you know?” KSJSJKS AIKA

“I’ll be back, Star Guardian: Guardian of the Stars! As soon as my bones heaaaaaal!”

Eclipse no not with your shins like that

WHY DOES HE WRAP HIMSELF INTO A BALL

“And you’re a Black Magical Girl? I know that’s right.” Yes!

“Dark dark box”??

WHY’S THE DETRANSFORMATION FULLY ANIMATED this is amazing

Hmm, that shot with Aika striking a star-like pose and Zira’s slouched posture kind of like a moon, amazing. Says a lot about their characters

(Did a quick study on it)

Eclipse left his eye mask on the ground and it disappeared the same way. Don’t tell me that’s like his calling card or something? Or maybe he really forgot

“Ow.”

“✨I’m back Milady!✨”

Theater kid

“That’s good, right? Please? I need this?”

To balance theatre and humour like this is amazing

“Her Song” - Tasha Shaik

Oh my god… the ending is so sweet… the colours, the tiny movements— ARE THE LYRICS ZIRA SINGING ABOUT AIKA

It’s about both of them, huh… It reflects both perfectly; what a lovely ending. It’s so sweet, and the ending animation of them watching the stars (and Zira watching the star) is so cute

[starrywyatt]

☆ chapter 12: what the big fat fuck ☆

☆ never saw it comin'- a george clarkey story ☆

! THIS STORY READS BEST IN DARK MODE !

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george's pov:

i struggle to get out of bed this morning as me and madison didn't stop talking until about 2am and i had to be at podcast filming for 10am. i hop on a limebike and head straight to the studio and i make it for bang on 10am and of course, max is late.

"good morning, you're the first one here" producer callum says and i sigh, "typical".

"sorry guys! my alarm didn't go off" max walks in at 10:15, crocs and disney tshirt on. "i'm so tired, i've been so ill" max says and we run over the brief itinerary for today's episode but we never really stick to it anyways.

"hello everyone and welcome to the useless hotline. i'm max balegde" he says with a lot less energy than usual and i end up finishing off the intro. "okay george, you're gonna have to take the reigns today because i'm ill as fuck" max groans, so i do just that. "well, what have you been up to? apart from being ill and having a skin tone that matches the colour of the office walls" i joke. "well, i went home and saw my dog, josie bless her. her tongue is hanging on for dear life, it was actually quite sad. and then me and andrew have been dealing with a leaky tap in the kitchen" he explains. "bet that's not the only leaky tap in that one" i joke and it lands awfully. "i'm too ill to put up with your shit today" max sighs. "you forgot like the most exciting part of our week, madison's concert!" i say. "OH MY GOD YEAH!" max says, almost jumping back to life. "i thought that was last week, jesus" he says. "no, very much this week. only like 3 or 4 days ago" i laugh. "lots has happened since then. but yeah, we saw the amazing madison scott in concert and i just want to tell you all, i was the one who suggested arthur hill on this podcast! so you can all thank me for that" he says, bragging as usual. "yeah you did. i mean excellent choice and arthur's very grateful too. but what did you think of the show?" i ask him. "well, you all know i'm the biggest madison scott fan so it was amazing. vocals, on point. dancing, stunning and visuals were incredible too" max explains excitedly. "yeah i thought it was great too. i am a more recent madison fan i'll be honest. but she did amazing, i was very impressed and so much i went back to night 2" i smile. "yeah! i heard you went back again, so that's true?" max asks. "yep, got guest list, no biggie" i smirk. "do you guys remember when he was humble?" max looks to camera. "but no, honestly even better the second time. i don't know how she does it, feeling very lucky to have such talented friends" i smile. "yeah, arthur was incredible too! i was like, how crazy is it to have friends that are literal pop stars, like it's my literal dream" max says. "yeah shoutout to arthur too. dead in the disco lives goes crazy and his new one, john wayne. stream the shit out of both of them and go see them if you can somehow find tickets" i laugh. "yeah and then you held an amazing after party" max says. "yep, party planner of the year" i nod. "not quite, massive shout to abigail, madi's bestfriend she helped massively. but i just thought it would be a cute way to celebrate the opening night of their tour. they both worked hard to make the show happen so thought we could all have a little boogie" i say. "yeah and i've been promised there's another big celebration coming at the end of the tour" max smiles. "yeah, i'm looking forward to that one" i smile.

we continue with the episode, discussing random other stories from our week before coming onto the dilemmas. "george, i think i can hear the phone ringing" max says, holding his ear out. "you sure can" i say, pressing the 100% functional button on the phone. "hey max and george and guest if there is one" the girl says. "nope" i bluntly interrupt. "i'm like seeing this guy, but it's not official and we haven't shagged or anything, just kissed but for the past couple weeks we've been together non stop and now he's going on a cruise for a month so i basically won't see him. how do i trust him to not get with someone else or can i even be mad if he does? thanks" the voice note finishes and i realise it sounds kind of similar to me and madison. "hmm george what advice do you have?" max asks. i try to decide whether to answer seriously or not. "hmm that's a tough one because technically if you're not together anything could happen but i feel like it's kind of human decency if you have something with someone else, you maybe don't pursue other people" i say. "yeah i completely agree. like when i was talking to andrew, i shagged 100s of people but i just have no human decency." he says and i awkwardly laugh. "that was such a bad joke, why did i say that?" he says, putting his head in his hands. "my advice would be, maybe just continuously drop subtle hints you're interested and try check in every day and just try maintain what you had at home whilst they're away" i smile. "yeah that's cute advice. and if he cheats on you, chop his willy off!" max says very aggressively. "jesus. but then is it even cheating if they're not together?" i say. "i mean i'd say like emotional cheating. i don't know" max shrugs and move onto the next one.

we wrap up the episode and max heads home because he doesn't feel well. i head home also but stop off at joe and the juice for some lunch and it reminds me of madison, so i send her a selfie.

madison's pov:

i look over at the clock and it was 11:15am and we had parked up outside the nottingham venue, so i did my morning skin care and went downstairs to have some late breakfast with arthur and some of the band. i made sure to change my (george's) hoodie before heading down. however, as i was about to head downstairs, my phone buzzed.

i couldn't help myself. i don't know why but that selfie made butterflies appear in my stomach and a massive smile on my face.

i head downstairs and am met with everyone and luckily they had ordered food for me too. "morning" they all say in unison like we're in a cult. i sit down and enjoy my bacon roll and coffee before heading inside to the venue.

i sound check and realise i need to decide which cover i'm going to sing tonight, i know george isn't going to be here so i could be really bold or i could just do a fun song. after soundcheck i head into my dressing room and scroll instagram for bit until i come across a post...

max and george had mentioned coming to my show on their podcast and they were both so cute saying they enjoyed it and were proud of me. i decide to listen to the full episode as i got ready for the show as i missed both of them already and it was nice to hear them both like they're with me.

i was soon ready and decided to watch arthur from the wings as always. 'dead in the disco' is about to play and i facetime george, he picks up on first ring which makes me smile. "thought you might want to hear this one" i say and flip the camera so he can see arthur on stage. i can't lie my attention is no longer on arthur on stage, i find myself watching george on the screen singing and smiling along to the song. as soon as it was over, i decide i need to get changed before i go on stage so i head back into my dressing room, george still on the phone.

"how's your day been?" i ask him. "busy, i went gym and then filmed with the sidemen for like 4 hours and now tomorrow i have to go film some stuff with max for unihomes so i need to pack and have an early night" he explains. "aww nice, what video did you film with the sidemen?" i ask. i love asking him about his youtube stuff because i can tell he genuinely loves it and that makes me happy. he explains it all to me and we continue talking and it had now been 20 minutes. "okay, i need to go get changed but have an early night and i'll speak to you tomorrow" i smile. "okay, have a good show. don't miss me too much" he says and i roll my eyes and hang up.

i get changed and get ready to head on stage. the crowd was incredible and the show was passing pretty quickly and it was time for my surprise cover. "so, i decided that each night i'm going to sing a cover of a song that i'm loving or relating to at the moment and tonight's song is from one of my favourite artists ever and arguably one of my biggest inspirations. this is 'you belong with me'" i smile and begin strumming the chords and singing the song. i'd be lying if i said this wasn't aimed at george but it was also just a fun song for me to sing.

the show was officially over and we headed back to the tour bus. me and arthur end up spending ages talking on the kitchen table about so many random things but then we decide it's time to head to bed.

george's pov:

i wake up early the next morning to head to leeds with max to film some content for unihomes. madison had text me good night but i had fallen asleep early. so i message her good morning. i get in the uber, scheduling a pit stop at max's to take to us to st pancras. max walks into the uber. "oh my god, have you seen?" he says very excitedly. "no, what?" i say, confused. "LOOK" he shoves his phone in my face.

"madi sang a taylor swift song?" i question, laughing. "NO! LOOK AT THE COMMENTS!" he shouts and then i notice. "oh shit! taylor commented!" i say. "YES WHAT THE FUCK" max says, very excitedly. "madison is gonna freak out" i say, smiling at the thought of her excitement. "me and andrew were screaming! will she be awake? can i call her?" max asks and i look at the time, it's 9:30am. "you can try but she did the show last night so i don't know" i shrug. i know she went to bed late because she texted me but if i say that, max will think it's sus.

max calls and she doesn't answer, so we wait for her to reply.

madison's pov:

i roll over and see the time, it's 12:30pm. oops. may have slept a bit too long. i squint at my phone and see hundreds of notifications.

💬messages abigail

GIRL WAKE TF UP

3 more messages

💬messages george

i hope someone has a defibrillator on standby

📞phone max 3 missed calls

📞phone andrew 3 missed calls

i was so confused. what was going on? i open mine and abigail's chat first.

abigail doesn't reply, so i facetime max. "i've literally just woke up, what's going on?" i say without saying hello. "someone has posted a video of you singing last night and taylor has seen it!" he explains excitedly. "in your famous words, WHAT THE BIG FAT FUCK" i say and max says it back. george's head pops into frame, "i guess you've seen it by the shouting" he laughs. "what the fuck is going on" i say and decide to run downstairs. "GUYS TAYLOR SWIFT SAW ME SINGING" i shout and i get a chorus of reactions. some people already knew, some are shocked. "i haven't even seen the comment" i say, opening instagram and thankfully it's the first post that appears. "INSANELY GOOD? TAYLOR SWIFT SAID I'M INSANELY GOOD?" i shout and have a minor (major)  freak out.

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Dndads c3, ep 23 spoilers?? Im just gonna compile all my thoughts on the ep here as im listening to it and after

Currently listening -

“Is she pulling me by my remaining leg?” ANTHONY THAT WAS SO FUNNY BUT ALSO LIKE REALLY SAD CAUSE I ALREADY FORGOT ABOUT THAT

Telling Kelsey that Francis belongs to Zuzel was probably the worst choice cause that girl can literally talk with Zuzel whenever she wants

“Freddy, you get one more time to say there was a gun there” “he didnt time gate that” god i hope they use that in a funny way. Just like at the store picking up apples and the bisons attack them but oh look! Theres a gun in the apples. Problem solved

“Blake was ahead of his time in many ways” yeah and behind it too… cause… cause he went back in time kind of. Its a really bad joke but im keeping it cause i think its funny

Milton, im so sorry they are making you do this but like it does kind of fit the character

Im so sorry but brunhilda saying “my sweet dark prince” to francis was such an ick. I had a physical cringe on my face

FRANCIS MY SWEET BABY BOY. MY CHILD. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH FOR SAYING NO OH MY GOD. Guys thats my literal son. Im a proud mother rn

Saying wizard battle in this fairly serious moment just kicked me out of it so fast. I felt fear for kelsey and then matt said that and was like “oh it isnt that serious”

I’ll be so real. I listened to the first 20 minutes (basically just the intro) when it came out like three days ago so i forgot they had an entire conversation about the big TV they just got and in the middle of combat freedy goes “big TV matt” and i fucking lost it

Take a shot every time freedy sings “big shane sylva” this ep and another for every time anthony laughs as if its the first time he heard it

“Man now im starting to like the mom” “you dont like anything about her, you just like the version you came up with” Talk about a read

The fact that they all independently said “thanks for the cool scar babe” after matt

“Another smaller flame thrower” sent me. I love beth

Will getting so jokingly annoyed with the whole gunkata bit is amazing cause like i would too. Its really funny but it isnt helping the dm at all

I need someone to make a list of every movie or show refrence they make on this podcast. Its probably like 50 pages long

Will explaining the whole situation without any of the jokes or humor made me realize just how badass this group is. I mean common, thats sick as fuck. I need to animatic it rn

“This is the hour of the hole” man im not mature enough for that name

Anthony i swear to god. Do not do this to me right now. You have already given so many of my favorite characters so much trauma. Do not give Francis any more

If i ever meet anthony it is on sight. He will instantly catch these hands for this (thats a joke. How tf is he so good at making characters that i love????)

This is such a serious moment and trudy talking about the bowling team being her family and important to her is so extremely sweet and heart wrenching but like…. We forgot about Tony real fast. Mf was NOT someone she cared about

After thoughts -

Fucccckkkkkk man… i think this might be a turning point for Francis. At least i hope so. I hope he finally realizes just how much his friends care about him. I also hope Trudy adops him because they really are mother and son