#not me falling for a friend no way not meeeee

[youreaclownnow]

the bromance is REAL

[marxo-fm]

Mild Sweet

✯ Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: Your dad hosts a welcoming party for a good friend who’s coming back from Seattle after quite some time. BBQs, drinks, dancing, and a good ol' time. Until you realize the friend, is your secret crush. A silly little crush that turned into something more, but you've kept it a secret most of the time. What happens when you two rekindle and talk, and that secret is unable to be kept in for any longer?

Warnings: MDNI+18, mentions of adult themes and language, mentions of alcohol and swearing, smut with slight plot, afab!reader age gap (reader-late twenties, Joel-early forties), praising, pet names, no use of y/n, fingering, talking you through it, oral!f-receiving, fear of getting caught, no descriptions of race/ethnicity, skin color, hair type/length, or body type.

Words: 1.8k

A/N: Long awaited, I apologize, but I hope that with this fic--you can forgive me. Life has been hectic, but I am on break finally, so I chose to use this time to feed my deprived peeps. I hope you all enjoy reading this, just as much as I enjoyed writing this. Thank you!

Update: This has been sitting in my drafts since the dawn of time, I’m not on break anymore, I GRADUATED, I have all the free time now. Just wanted to clarify if I go missing again, it’s going to be because of college. That’s all, thank you, you may continue. -if this is bad, I’m sorry, this was from months ago. Go easy on meeeee.

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“Well yeah hun, I sure am hosting a barbecue party. I don’t care if it’s damn near hot enough for my skin to fall off, I am going to host it.” Protested your dad as he chugged his second can of beer. He won’t tell you further details, which confused you since you had every right to know. Not only because you’re his daughter, but because you’d like to know who the hell this mystery friend is that your father keeps talking about. Says it’s to be kept a surprise until he finally makes it to San Antonio. Which, by the way, you don’t even know when that’ll be either.

“Is this barbecue party even going to happen? Or are you just going to pass it off to someone else in this neighborhood?” The two of you stood eye to eye in the agonizing heat of Texas. Hell, you’re used to it, but it sure did make you frustrated. The humidity didn’t help either. Flies were everywhere and yellow grass that used to be bright green surrounded your home, it used to be a shade of green similar to a green highlighter—in spring that was. You look at the grass and back at your dad, who left the conversation and went to his truck. He opens the passenger seat and shouts, “Get your butt in here, we gotta get the supplies ready for this damn barbecue!” His country accent cuts through sharper than any knife.

It’s hard to take him seriously sometimes.

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“Remember when you told me you didn’t need my help?” 

Your dad looks at you with an eyebrow raised and back at the road.

“Kid, don’t make me rethink my choice now. I only said that because sometimes your ol’ man likes to do things his way. Cause’ you see, back in my day-” 

“Back in my day, my daddy made me do all the hard work. Dad, I’ve heard this story many times growing up, I know.” You mocked, chuckling a little under your breath carefully trying to not chuckle too hard. 

“Well, in that case, you’re right. But I’ll let you in on a little secret.” Your eyes widen in surprise, carefully leaning over the console of your dad’s truck. What could this darn secret be?

“Remember my good ol’ friend, Joel Miller? That good-looking pal who’s just a few years younger than me? Well, he went over to Seattle with his kid, Sarah. Ya know, family bonding time and whatnot.” Your dad lost his focus looking at his rearview mirror and blindspots before turning left, then continued, “Fortunately, he’s coming back to San Antonio and I’m throwing this barbecue party to welcome him. I’m sure he’d love it, his kid too, and well of course–all of our friends included.”

Joel Miller. A name that went through your head a million times. Over and over.

A man you have had a long and forbidden crush for, a feeling that grew intense over time.

The feelings died down for a bit when he was gone for God knows how long, but they came back. And you don’t know how to feel about it.

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“Okay, everything’s ready y’all just gotta set em’ up now. We don’t have much time.” Instructed your dad to his fellow friends and a few relatives. Other relatives were far too busy for the welcoming party. Out of all the other days your dad chooses to throw this party, it just has to be on a Sunday.

A few of your dad’s friends were preparing the meats, Joel was going to be here any minute now, and you grew hot. Unsure whether it was this agonizing heat of San Antonio, or if it was just you. Something about the way he walks, talks, looks, is what gets your gears moving. His gray hair, his voice, his body. Hell, at this point you’d rather have Joel for dinner rather than that damn barbecue. But you swore to keep yourself sane and still, especially in front of your dad. He’d surely laugh if he found out about your crush towards Joel, then switch to being confused…and finally, angry.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Your dad walks up to you, handing you an apron. What in God’s earth is he making me do? Surely he wouldn’t make you prepare meats and have you cook them, after all, you just want to impress and look good for Joel. You bought an entirely new dress just for this damn welcoming party, hoping to somewhat catch his attention.

A short and light purple dress that reveals just enough.

God, this is pathetic. Dressing all pretty for man who wouldn’t even bat an eye at his good friend’s daughter. Or maybe, if you’re lucky enough, he might. You still have to greet him, so yes, you’re going to talk to him. It’s to respect him and it’s common sense since well—it is a welcoming party…

“He should be here any minute now hun, just put this apron on and go help out.”

“Do I have to? I mean, your nieces and nephews are over there sitting doing nothing. I’d rather prepare the table.”

Your dad looks over at your cousins then back at the table you insisted on doing. The table didn’t have any plates on it, nor did it have decorations.

“You’re right, the table does need some…stuff on it.”

You walk on over to prepare the table, when you a truck pull up from behind the fences of your backyard. That’s when you feel yourself sweating gallons and breathing heavier. You thought maybe it was just a neighbor, but you were proven wrong.

Joel Miller is here.

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“Dad, Joel is here. I think.” Your dad looks at your in a state of shock, only because everything hasn’t been prepared yet and well, everyone is supposed to be hiding to surprise Joel.

“Y’all needa hide, Joel’s here. Drop everything and hide somewhere before he sees us!” Everyone—including yourself—go in hiding. You choose to hide under the table you were planning on finishing work at. Y’know, decorating it and all. But you were too late. You see everyone smiling or giggling in excitement, ready to surprise Joel. He hasn’t been in Texas for God knows how long; would you blame him?

You hear footsteps inching closer and closer, and that's when you hear him say, "anyone here?"

You and everyone else jump out from your hiding places, the word surprise didn't leave your mouth, your jaw just hung open instead.

He changed, looks more grunt than usual, but also happy because of the welcoming party. It irked you, but you ignored it.

The black shirt he wore fit nicely on his body, he must've worked out or something, his shoulders are broad. It gave you something to think about, and your face reddens. He finally looks at you, Joel was more focused on your face rather than your dress. He did acknowledge it, though, but...you looked different. Not in a bad way, just different. It must be the makeup style you chose to wear, or the purple dress that radiated your face. Either way, his look had you holding on to the table harder.

"Been so long pal, c'mere." People shared awkward glances, but it went away when Joel hugged your dad. They shared it for quite some time, but it was needed.

"m' I really this important that you threw a welcoming party?"

Your dad smiles, "sure is Joel, been so long ain't nothing for me to do other than drink my beers alone without ya. But you're finally here." He pats your dad on the shoulder with a smile, continuing their small talk before Joel greets the others.

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You wondered why Joel hasn't greeted you yet, you felt as if you maybe did something wrong. Surely not, you scoff, as if he was here for anything like that. You don't know, but your head kept pestering you about it. His daughter is at a table full of friends and cousins, "at least his daughter greeted me." You innocently whispered under your breath, unaware that Joel heard you just across the table. You sat by your dad, so Joel heard it, but was already making plans to greet you some other way. You just had no clue yet.

You catch him eyeing your dress, and he notices you looking. You quickly shy away, but he chuckles and goes back to eating his food. Lust and heat pumped through your veins, and your heart was beating a hundred beats per minute. At any rate now, you're sure you'd have a heart attack.

He wasn't even doing anything. All he did was look at your outfit.

You did a good job at catching his attention, but the tension was far too much. The sexual tension. Did he feel the same? Or was he innocently looking? You look up to see him manspreading from the fulfilling dinner he just ate, his shirt raised a little. You could see his tanned skin just above his belt. Unsure of what the hell that made you feel just now. Joel still craved something deep down, dessert, more specifically.

"Hey dad, may you excuse me for a minute. I need to use the restroom." He nodded and you hurriedly scurried off inside your house. Closing the door behind you shut, and you quickly catch your breath.

Everything intensified, everything from top to bottom. The heat between your legs, you're sure your underwear is soaked.

He didn't even do anything.

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You locked yourself in the restroom. sort of trying to recollect yourself after your encounter. But what the hell were you even thinking? Where was the respect? No hugs, not a thank you, or even a hello?!

You were interrupted suddenly by a knock on the door. "It's occupied!" You respond.

Another knock.

"I thought I told you that this restroom is occupied?" You grew frustrated. One more knock and it sent you over the edge.

"What the hell do you not understand?"

"It's Joel, open the damn door." He ordered. His voice was huskier, angry and needy almost. Your heart pounds and you began to question your dignity.

"C'mon sweet cakes, open the door." You had no choice, knowing Joel, he'd continue with his knocks and the continuous, "let me in."

"Okay," you sighed, "I'll let you in, just gimme a moment."

There wasn't a word behind the door, just silence.

Deep breaths in and deep breaths out, you finally walk to the door and open it.

Joel greeted you with the hungriest kiss known to mankind. Like a predator to his prey. He shut the door behind him and managed to find a way to lock it. His hand immediately grabs the back of your neck, gripping your hair tight to get a better hold of you. All you felt was his mouth on yours, all thoughts gone. Out the window.

You struggled to breathe but your hands find their way on his broad shoulders, you held his shoulder tight to keep you from falling. Knees are weak and dignities are gone.

His tongue goes in deeper, and you do the same with yours, the sound of kisses filled the silence in the bathroom, but you didn't care. It was like a dream come true, kissing the man you've always felt something for. But has he felt the same? You know, following you to the bathroom to kiss you had to signify that.

You pull away, a string of saliva leaving both of your lips. His hand slides down your back, holding your waist and pulling you closer to his body.

You're both panting, trying to regain your breaths.

"We shouldn't be doing this."

"But you want to, don'tcha sweetheart?" He pulls you impossibly closer, "I saw the way you eye fucked me over there, doing that while wearing this little dress won't do you no good doll."

"Why won't it do me no good? And I wasn't eye fucking you, I was upset at the fact that you didn't even acknowledge me over there."

"Can't tell ya that." He smirks.

You grew frustrated, Joel loves the way your brows furrow. Thinkin' bout how your brows would be furrowing the way his cock rammed deep inside of you. "Y'know, I didn't have my dessert yet. You willin' to give me that?"

Your eyes widen, the knots in the pit of your belly only grew tighter. You knew very well what he implied, and you had no problem giving Joel this. Because as soon as those words left his mouth, he picked you up and sat you down on the cold counter roughly. Causing you to wince in response from the cold contact of the bathroom counter.

"Joel.." you breathed, unsure of what you're seeing is just a dream of if it's fucking real.

"Want me to make you feel good baby? I'll make you feel so good, I'll show you what it's like to be loved by me."

You pant in need and want, "y..yes, I want you to make me feel good, Joel."

"I'll make you feel good, baby." It took you a second to process, only because you can't believe this is about to happen. You're shy, it took a moment before Joel did it for you. His warm rough hands touching your knees and spreading your legs made you moan in response.

"Look at ya, already moaning and I haven't even done nothing."

He pulls you closer, your legs beside his waist as he goes back in for a kiss. This time, it's gentler, softer. It was all sudden, and new. Just a few minutes ago, he was eating your face.

He groans in your mouth, you taste too good to him. He can only imagine how sweet his dessert would taste. This was only a sample, a fraction of what he's about to go in for.

He gives your jawbone peppered kisses, all the way down to your neck, then your collarbone. You hold on to the counters as he made his way down, pushing your purple dress you wore specifically for him.

Then he gets down on his knees, sliding your soaked panties off. You watch as it makes way down to your ankles. "Oh doll, you're so wet for me. That's my girl."

Hearing him call you his girl sure put you in a haze, it all felt unreal.

His head is now between your thighs, and the sight alone makes you close to finishing already.

His tongue brushes against your aching clit and your head tilts back, your thoughts are literally everywhere. Puzzle pieces waiting to be solved, yet you're focused on Joel's head in between your legs.

Your legs spread further once Joel drags his tongue along your throbbing, cunt. Groaning as he's savoring the taste of his dessert. You squirm and move under his touch when his tongue rasps over your sensitive flesh. "Stay still sweetheart." He warned as his arms wrap around your legs to keep you spread open for him.

"Ah, Joel..." You pant, unable to keep it down. "Keep your voice down, unless you want everyone to hear how good I make my sweet girl feel." His dirty words and praises made it so hard to.

He flicks the tip of his tongue back and forth, giving everything he has. You bite down on your lips, "attagirl, doin' so good for me. 'S right."

You almost want to cry out as he devours you, your legs keep him in place as you feel the heat in the pit of you belly grow intensely hotter. You're so wet for him, and you can't help but roll your hips to get more. Watching his head buried into you was so illicit, so real.

"Joel, I'm so close-" you struggled to whisper or even say a full sentence. He continues, but this time, his tongue finds its way inside of your leaking cunt. You moan, he looks up at you. Eye contact was way too intense.

"Taste so fuckin' good for me, ya like watching me eat your sweet pussy hm?" His jaw works more, and you can't help but fight the urge to scream his name. Your chest rose with each stroke of his tongue on your cunt.

Suddenly, his hands leave the tight hold he had on you and hastily unbuckling his belt. He pushes down his jeans, along with his boxers, and the sight before you were everything and more.

You watched his cock spring up, and your eyes widen in shock. He's big, and you didn't know how the hell he is going to fit. Your cunt ached for him, growing more needy. You grab his hair and pull him closer, he hums with affirmation. Joel goes back down, this time to finish what he started.

His familiar touch sent waves of shock throughout your body. Mind clouded and head pounding, you grind into his mouth, chasing your orgasm like an owner chasing his dog. And finally, you explode into fragments of pleasure. Stars and colors were all you could see and hear.

Joel then licks his lips, looking down at your cunt before he inserts his cock slowly. Torture almost. Your eyes roll back and Joel groans at the sight in front of him, this beautiful and glowing woman in front of him. He never thought, at his age, he’d get to see this again. But he hopes he sees it forever.

He thrusts slow and then fast as he listened to your melodic moans and whimpers. It only made him want to go faster and faster, and the coil in the pit of your belly finally snaps and you shake. His thrusts become sloppy, “fuck, you’re so good to me, hun.” He praised as he too followed after you.

“Want me to come in this pretty pussy? Hm? Talk to me.” He ordered. You nod, unable to form words. “Talk.” He demands, “yes, Joel, fuck yes.” And then he lets go of himself, his head placed on your shoulder and he groans as he comes inside of you. His cock twitching, the two of you are still regaining your breaths, you’re still trying to collect yourself.

“We gotta get cleaned up, but we’ll start with you first, how bout’ that?” He smirked and you nod. If this happened to be just a dream, then it was the best fucking dream ever.

[sweetheartmotives]

`; 三 Clumsy Yandere;`三

Desc and possible Tw: Yandere themes, sexual themes, kidnapping, crying (from clumsy yan), begging (from clumsy yan), clumsiness/falling, angst. BIG angst!

Let me know if I missed any!

The weather was warm and the time was 2pm. You were out with some friends/family at a pizza shop and a family member/friend decided that you should come! You were on your way back to your and your family/friends' private room, until you saw someone fall, and to make it worse, they had a drink and it spilled everywhere. You decided to help them out! You walked over and he was already scrambling to grab some napkins and clean it up, you came over and helped him. He cried and thanked you. After that day, you earned yourself a stalker.

•• Clumsy Yandere who… you met in a very pathetic way. Soda all over the floor and you both on your hands and knees cleaning it up.

•• Clumsy Yandere who… is actually a loser. He doesn't go out unless he's forced to. This was one of his many embarrassing moments. But unlike the others, this one had a good outcome!

•• Clumsy Yandere who… waited for you to leave. It was dark outside, so following you wasn't gonna be hard.

•• Clumsy Yandere who… was horribly nervous when he followed you. If you turned around, he'd probably cry!

•• Clumsy Yandere who… follows you home and gets your address. Then he runs away..?

•• Clumsy Yandere who… gets your number, socials, etc. He spends the whole night searching for you on the Internet.

He got ur number thru ur address.. don't ask how

•• Clumsy Yandere who… jerked it to your pics. If you don't have any on social media, he probably took one 78 while stalking you.

Onto the genre stuff! :]

•• Clumsy Yandere who… drools over you. He can't get enough of you, so don't mind the drool dripping down his chin!

Casually drooling over you

•• Clumsy Yandere who… cries when you are loud. When they first took you down to their basement, you cried/yelled. They began to panic and cry.

PLEASE STOP He sobs

•• Clumsy Yandere who… is hopeless. They cry and beg for your forgiveness.. What can you ask? Anything!

M'sorry! I'm so sorry! Please forgive meeeee!! He whined and cried.

•• Clumsy Yandere who… created a playlist for you. They like romantic gestures! (◍•ᴗ•◍)♡

•• Clumsy Yandere who… does whatever you like. Wanna crochet or play video games? They're down!

Oh? Uh.. yea we can!

•• Clumsy Yandere who… was shy about sex at first.. but then humped your leg and cried about how much they loved you.

Mmm..~ ahhh~ I love you.. love u so much..

•• Clumsy Yandere who… likes to paint! They've painted portraits of you and gifted them to you.

Ah.. my love.. look what I made for you..! He hands a nude painting of you to you.

•• Clumsy Yandere who… does whatever you want. And he doesn't whine or cry! Pretty great, right?? :3

Of course my love..

•• Clumsy Yandere who… is a crybaby. He's also a really nervous/anxious person!

•• Clumsy Yandere who… has a resting sad face and always looks like he's gonna start crying :(

•• Clumsy Yandere who… owns 3 cats! Tax Fraud, eepy, and coco ♡

•• Clumsy Yandere who… is a loser. A very pathetic loser. No further explanation.

•• Clumsy Yandere who… always trips over his own feet. At any time in the day, he trips. Does he cry every time? Nope, but he's always close to tears and he'll be horribly embarrassed.

•• Clumsy Yandere who… gives kisses anytime of the day. Sure he's super shy, but that doesn't stop him from giving kisses! :)

Mwah mwah mwah (〃ω〃)

•• Clumsy Yandere who… lets Stockholm syndrome do its thing. Until then, he'll shower you with praise and love!

•• Clumsy Yandere who… knew it was wrong to kidnap you, but.. is it bad to be a little selfish?..

I'm sorry my love.. I just really wanted to be with you..!

•• Clumsy Yandere who… if you're really suffering while being with him and Stockholm syndrome doesn't work.. he'll let you go. He can't stand seeing you upset.

Goodbye.. my love.

•• Clumsy Yandere who… in the end, will always love you, even if you leave him.

My love.. I'll love you no matter what.. even if you hate me. My love will never stop..

This is a bit of a long wait! But I hope you enjoyed it as I enjoyed writing it! (◍•ᴗ•◍)♡

[mugeesworld]

Cuddly Chubby reader x Strawhat Crew (Platonic)

Haven't wrote something in a WHILEEEEE BABES LIKE DAMN I FEEL LIKE I HAVEN'T PAID MY CHILD SUPPORT OR SOMETHING BUT ANYWAYS WE BACK BITCHES. and I'm feeling wholesome.

Context: Reader is a chubby gal (femreader) and the Strawhat crew being as close as they are with each other show love or friendship in different ways. And for y/n the crews just really likes to cuddle with her in a comforting platonic way. So here are some head cannons that make me smile.

Includes: Luffy, Zoro, Nami, Usopp, Sanji, Robin, Chopper, Franky, Brook, And Jinbei

Not proof read

Luffy

Luffy is definitely the type of person to be very touchy and not realize or understand that some people don't like being hugged. So he will do it to anyone in his reach if he considers them a friend.

Speaking of hugs. Luffy love hugs. Especially hugging you. While you're minding your business on the ship, it doesn't surprise you anymore when you feel really long arms wrap around you.

And though you might not mind the hugs from Luffy. Sometimes he just won't let go. He'll hold on like a leech. Like a kid holding on to their parents leg so they can't walk.

At some point their was definitely a incident where he just didn't want to stop hugging you. So for however long he decided to stay wrapped around you, He was clinged to you like he was in one of those baby carriers. He had to be prided off when you start getting tired of carrying his ass around.

And all while this was happening he's just giggling. Doing this just because you give the best hugs he says.

Also when he gets really tired after running around with Usopp and chopper on the ship (not likely but hey let's go with it) he'll just walk over to where ever you're standing/sitting and lay on you. "Y/n *cough cough* I'm dying help meeeee" and he'll just lay across your legs or something till he catches his breath THEN HE'S UP AGAIN.

I think Luffy would just really dislike the feeling of being cold. So whenever it's cold and y'all are sailing bro does not leave your side at times. When winter comes around all you'll hear is "Y/n I'M COLDDDDDUHHHHH!" The crew tried giving him a bunch of blankets putting him next to fire but he would always complain about the cold unless y/n was there with him.

I feel like he would also just come into your room randomly when he's bored and just lay on you. Full starfish. Covering you completely cause he can't read a room and understand you're busy. So you might be doing something while on your bed and then the door will just open and without a word being said bros laying down. Just chillin.

Zoro

Now we all know zoro loves his naps and will do that crap anywhere. And you just can't stand to see that man rest his head on some hard ass wood floor. It's Makes you cringe. Like that shit gotta be uncomfortable... So one day he was laying next to you and you got tired of seeing that crap. And you don't say anything you just sigh and lift his head up and move your thigh/leg under him. He opens his eyes for a second surprised but he soon goes back sleep. Not saying anything, but is grateful for the pillow.

And from then on y'all never spoke about it. It was just something y'all did. Everytime he would want to take a nap and you were sitting down he would just walk over and lay his head on you. No words exchanged. But he did enjoy it. And he would never admit it but he took really good naps when laying on you. And everytime he would try to sleep on the floor he would struggle to fall asleep cause he was used to you.

And yes he could easily just grab a pillow. But nah... He chooses you.

(This one a bit sad idk how I came up with it honestly)

And this might be stretching but if he ever has a night mare or can't sleep he would come to your room. Opening the door. Looking stressed out or sweating and that's all you needed to know. All that was needed between you two was a nod. And once you did that he would enter and once again fall asleep on you. Even though he usually sleeps for a long time whenever he would sleep in your bed at night he would never be there in the morning. He would always wake up before you. Not because he didn't like you or something but because he wants to respect your space as much as possible. And also I don't think he would want the crew to find out cause they might want to talk about it. But he knows with you, that your want push it and he just enjoys having someone there.

Though one night when he seemed stressed and came in there you said "wanna talk about it? I'll listen."

After being silent for a bit he responds "This is enough. Thank you... Y/n"

And you just hum In response. Zoro might be a man of few words but you knew he needed rest and you understood him and understood he might not want to talk about it but still wants to be comforted.

I might go as far and say you're the only person on the crew that has seen zoro cry cause one night he came into your room with tears running down his face. His eyes wide. Yet his face expressionless. Coming to you cause you're the only person that knew about his nightmares. Immediately understanding he had a really bad nightmare. Saying "I'm sorry dear..." getting up from your bed and giving him a hug which he surprisingly excepted hugging you tightly back and shuttering a bit before you pat his back.

Zoro not really being a fan of physical affection like hugs but in that moment and with you he needed it and was ok with it...

"Come. Rest now" you say before sitting down on your bed again. Him not saying anything only the sound of sniffles before it goes quiet meaning he fell asleep.

Shit I'm going to hell for that one. THAT WAS SAD. THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO WHOLESOME. It just kept coming. My fingers just kept going y'all. I just had to keep adding on huh.

Nami

I just know Nami loves you. You're her best friend. If y'all share a room like her and robin do she definitely shares a bed with you and will ask you to cuddle all the time if not every single night.

I bet she called you cuddle bug at some point 😭

Or will get mad if you don't lay down with her. "Y/N HURRY UP AND COME TO BEDDD I NEED MY BEAUTY SLEEP WOMAN! Are you trying to make me have bags??! So inconsiderate!"

Will always blame her lack of sleep on you.

Ik she stingy with that blanket too. And doesn't want y'all to have separate ones but she will always still yalls "shared" blanket for herself.

Usopp

I don't know if usopp would be someone that's wants to cuddle but I think he would always hug you when y'all greet or say your goodbyes. Also just sometimes in the morning or at night when y'all just wake up/are about to rest.

I also think we would just do it when he's tired. Like he just got done fixing something with the ship and sees you. Giving you a nod before walking over and giving you a tired hug.

Or y'all will just be standing somewhere beside each other and he will throw his arm around you. Swaying a bit.

Sanji

Now it's not like it's a secret everyone on the crew likes your hugs so it's a known thing for them that you will always hug them. And sanji took that crap to his advantage.

Nami and robin never let him hug them cause of his weird ways but he knows you won't turn him down. So everytime you return back to the ship or even just walking into the kitchen for breakfast he can't help but stop whatever he's doing and running towards you with open arms. "Y/n my loveeee! Good morning!" "Y/n! My angel you're back!"

A few times even knocking you back cause he was so excited.

He would never touch you in a weird way though. And the first time he hugged you he asked to and you said he didn't have to ask that it didn't bother you. So he won't ever take that for granted. He might be a perv but he's still a gentleman.

When you return back to the boat after shopping he would always be the first to greet you. Not even waiting for you to get on the ship. He just jumps onto the ground and runs towards you. (Slowing down right before y'all hug so he doesn't hurt you) Offering to carry whatever you’re carrying then talking excitedly about what he had made for her or what he planned to make.

Chopper

Chopper is a lot like luffy. He's very grabby. Except he can't stretch so instead he will either raise his arms up to be picked up or will just climb up you like a mountain.

Sitting on your shoulders as you work. Sometimes sitting in your lap taking a nap as you work.

Chopper would also ask if he can sleep with you sometimes. He didn't really have a excuse. He just liked it. He would try his best to make one up though!

Especially during the winter. It would just be you chopper and luffy sometimes at night cause they are both cold and apparently you ar the only think that helps.

Robin

I don't think robin is big on physical contact but she still finds a sense of comfort being around. Even if it just the two of you reading beside each other, yalls shoulders touching, you resting your head on her leg as she reads to you or maybe the other way around. She enjoyed the small things.

And though they might not be a big deal or very obvious she still likes them and looks forward to yalls reading time.

Franky

Now I just know Franky likes to cuddle. Can't tell me different. Physical contact and spending time together is his love language

He loves when you ask him about something he's working on in his shop cause he will happily sit down in his rolling chair and let you sit on his lap and he explains everything.

Also Franky just really likes carrying people. He likes being helpful. So he will always offer to carry you. And if you say yes he would carry you in one arm/hand or let you sit on his shoulder.

I think he would just want to hug you like a teddy bear. Franky is a older man so if you joined the crew in your teens or as a early adult I bet he would start calling you bear, little bear, T bear. I think he would have a few silly pet name he called the crew at times.

Very fatherly vide to Franky. He gives off Major barbecue dad vibes.

Also he is mostly metal so I know he gets cold easily.

Brook

Brook would feel really awkward about hugging you are first I think. Not only cause you're a pretty girl but because well.... Their's not much for you to hug

So he might say "But I'm all bone! Yohohoh" when you offer him a hug. But you just laugh and shake your head at him. Giving him a hug which he really likes to his surprise.

He was scared that it wouldn't be the same as when he had mest on his bones but to his surprise it did for some reason. Which he found really comforting.

And though people might not like to hug him cause he's all bones he knows you will. And eventually he was the one that started hugging you instead of you hugging him.

Jinbei

Id sell my soul for jinbei to give me a hug bro. Like I just know he gives hugs like those plus size southern old women. (Iykyk) imagine him with a southern accent in like a woman voice saying "Come here baby" 😭😭😭 HELP "give me some sugar"

So let's turn the tables instead of jinbei wanting to hug you. YOU go to him. You wrap your arms around him the best you can and he tries to hug you back but he might just pat your head or put his hand on your back.

He won't turn you down. I think everyone on the crew also likes hugging him like they like hugging you. So I'm sure he is used to people jumping on him.

[jungwonie-bae]

I think I’ve fallen deeper ･゜ﾟ･.｡.｡.･*.｡.･

Sequel to pt 1 - how could my day be bad when I’m with you ♪

genre- fluff, f2l , riki x fem!reader, high school au, riki is your neighbor

word count- 1.3k 【1326 words】

warnings- pinch of angst, mostly fluff. Jealously…? Grammar errors and kissing

a/n- lots of people liked pt 1!!! They all requested me for a pt 2 tysm!! <333

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The bus ride felt way too short for riki’s liking. The honk of the bus driver signals that this was their last stop. It wakes you up immediately and you rub your eyes.

Riki looks at you fondly, but you don’t notice. “Alright let’s get up.” You tiredly say while trying to stand.

“woah!” You lose your balance- but something-more like someone catches you. You look up to see riki grabbing onto your waist, and sheepishly smile.

the position your in is awkward- your hands on his chest and his on your waist, steadying you. His cheeks flush red, and you mirror him. You quickly get off of him, mumbling a quiet sorry but loud enough for him to hear. Your heart was beating as fast as ever. You put a hand over your heart to calm it down.

“be careful next time, and stand up slowly.” Riki remarks.

While you two get off the bus, he scolds you for not being careful- and if he didn’t catch you would’ve gotten a bruise of some sort.

“it’s not that serious, and besides- look, I’m completely fine.” You stare annoyed at him.

“okay, well I’m just warning you,” he mumbled. You reach your house, and say goodbye to him as he mimicked your motions and walks to his home.

-

you can’t seem to focus on your homework. Riki was on your mind. No!! I can’t like my best friend again, that your ruin our friendship! There’s no way he would like me back anyways right? You think. You slap yourself on the face lightly snapping out of those thoughts. “ I need to finish my work…” you mumble.

a few hours later after you’ve showered and cleaned yourself up, you stretch. “Finally.” You say once you finished your last assignment. You check your phone, to see it was- 1 am?!? You see that you have a few messages from riki.

riki<3: y/nnnnnn

riki<3: are you ignoring meeeee ☹️

riki<3: or are you sleeping

riki<3: I see your bedroom light on 😑

you: I was doing hw sorry :/

you: I put my phone on silence

*read*

just then, you get an incoming FaceTime call. You accept it, and a sideways riki pops up on the screen. He’s lying down on his bed tucked into his sheets. You chuckle slightly and walk over to you bed and sit down. You lie against your headboard and turn on the lamp next to you.

riki thinks you look so pretty right now, the lighting of the lamp illuminating your face, your hair slightly still damp, and your eyes shining. “hey.” His deep voice rumbles.

You smile. “hi.”

he smiles back. He looks absolute angelic. Hair falling a bit over his eyes, cheek pressed against his pillow cutely. You want to squish his cheeks, but you haven’t gotten to that stage where you are that close with each other.

you start the conversation by asking him about anything new, and then telling a the same about you.

you and riki talk all night, laughing from time to time, and then hanging up- not before exchanging good nights and little waves, then falling asleep. You think- no you know, you have fallen in love with him once again. Your feelings have been buried deep inside your heart and are finally starting to resurface.

-

The next day, you feel energized somehow, though only getting around 2 hours of sleep.

you put on your uniform, put on some light makeup, and tie your hair up. You decide to curl your bangs today, to look cute. You smile at yourself in the mirror, and walk to the kitchen to make a piece of toast.

once the toast pops out of the toaster, you shove it in your mouth while putting on your shoes and looping your bag over your shoulders. You walk out and see riki waiting outside his door on his phone.

“riki! Let’s go!” You shout happily. He looks up from his phone and smiles. You catch up with him and walk to the bus stop together. Once again, you two share the infamous earbuds.

-

at school, you two share only 1 class together which was a bummer. Riki knew it was always a one chance to pass notes to each other. You wouldn’t even see each other in the hallways until after school. You had always taken extra classes for it to look good on your college application and for your strict parents.

riki passes a note to you at the end of class saying, “meet me at the roof top after school.” and walks away like nothing had happened. You were pretty nervous. Did he get a girlfriend? Was he going to move schools and leave me? All these bad thoughts clouded your head until your best friend wonyoung told you class was over. You snapped out of it and packed your things up.

-

After all your classes were over, you ran up the stairs huffing and puffing to get to the rooftop. You opened the door and look around.

“y/n? What are you doing here?” Jake asks.

“oh- riki asked me to come here,” you answer politely. You try to walk away but Jake then says “can I have your number?”

you decline, and you said you weren’t interested. Finally, Jake lets you go understanding.

You see riki leaning over the railing watching the scene unfold before him. You approach him quietly.

“riki?” You ask. He smiles slightly. He looks everywhere but you. You sense that something is off. “What’s wrong? Did something happen?” You question curiously. Riki glares at jake.

he suddenly takes your hands in his, and gulps.

“y/n,” he sighs. “I’ve been thinking about doing this for the longest time.” He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes.

“you’re scaring me, just say it, it’s okay.” You assure him.

“Okay, I’m sorry, but I like you so much that it hurts.”

your eyes widen, not expecting that answer. You thought it would be bad news. Your eyes relax, and you take your hands away from him. He looks up scared for his life, that you’d reject him- but instead he gets pulled into a bear hug.

“You don’t need to be sorry. If you are, then I’m also sorry for liking you.” You mumble into his ear. He widens his eyes and smiles. His eyes water up as he hugs you back.

“thank god. I thought you were going to reject me and go with Jake.” He sobs. You pat his back comfortingly,

“no dummy, I could never. I only have eyes for you, and you only.” You smile.

he pulls away from the hug and looks at you fondly. “So are we dating now?” His boxy smile appears. You wipe is tears away from his cheeks. Suddenly the atmosphere changes.

you nod. He then cradles your face and you lean into his touch. He lean in closer and closer. “ may I?” He asks, a few centimeters away. You nod a bit too quickly, and you feel his plush lips on yours.

You smile against his lips. When he pulls away he pecks you again. And again and again. “I could do this forever.” He mumbles between them. You giggle and he pulls you into his embrace. You both smile at one another like idiots. Somewhere else on the rooftop, sunghoon says to heeseung, “you owe me 20 bucks.”

bonus!:

The next day on the bus, it became a routine to share earbuds. Riki give you a peck on your cheek and you blush. You do they same back to him and he mirrors your expression.

when you come to school, you come hand in hand with no other than your boyfriend riki. Whispers go around. “Are they dating now?” “That was expected anyway.”

you see at the corner of your eye, sunghoon cheering with a 20 dollar bill in his hand.

a/n- this was so fun to make!! Tysm for making it to the end! I hope you like it 😙 I got a little carried away..

[riewritten]

FRIENDS AREN'T SUPPOSED TO STRIP YOU NAKED

ANNA LIEBERT x FEM!READER | READ ON AO3

TAGS: explicit sexual content, first time, squirting, manipulation if you squint, slight dumbification, also my first sapphic fanfic HAHAHDHSSHSHSHS KILL MEEEEE

INSPIRED BY: susu. my goodness. you and the abominations you cause

You just came; the satin bedsheet and her futon are a fucking mess—Anna who has always been poised and regal would usually clean the filth immediately, you know her so much that a slight flinch on her face whenever you two are outside means she just saw dirt and wants to clean it—and yet, in this first time you two have sex together, she couldn’t even bring herself to usher you up the bed with all the squirt you had done.

You don’t know what boiled things down to this. You and Anna were best friends. Best friends are not supposed to strip you naked and give you the most toe-curling orgasm of your life. All you knew was that you asked Anna if she was fine (she seemed more grim than usual), and while she didn’t answer the question, she said it'd help if you accompanied her home. The next thing you know, you’re naked and her fingers are inside you.

And now you just came—squirted, even.

What you thought of as a rest and aftercare session was actually Anna licking her fingers clean with your cum, savoring her own hard work. She then plunges it in again, gently so, very contrary to how she thrust it after that. In and out, in and out, scissoring inside, then she cups your cheeks with a smile, head on top of yours. Strands of her blonde hair falling to your sweaty face, she mentally takes in your fucked out state—eyes hazy, tears threatening to fall due to overstimulation, mouth slightly parted due to moaning. She memorizes that very expression, then finally scoots down to kiss you wet and messy. Anna doesn’t expect you to kiss her back because of how loud you're getting, so she opens your leg wider instead. She pushes it to your shoulders, paving the way to a deeper penetration. Your back arches, your mouth forms a bigger O, and your moans tip higher and louder.

Oh, how beautiful her loveliest girl is.

This is one of the few moments she wishes to have a dick but perhaps god intended it that way, for she couldn’t imagine how wrecked you’re gonna be had she gotten the privilege to flood your insides with her cum.

You call for her name in between her wet kisses, begging and panting, “Please please please.“ What a pity. Do you think this calm stoic, and constantly smiling angel still has the headspace to grant your imploring requests?

“I know, baby,” Anna coos either way. She barely even knows what you want to happen. “I know. Come on.”

“The sheets are—ah, oh god—sheets ’re wet—”

“Uh huh… What are we gonna do?”

“And—hah, I’m about to—”

“Mhm,” Anna peppers kisses at the edge of your lips, then she goes to your neck, languidly, softly, and sneaks a lick here and there. Then she bites a deeper spot on the crook of it. this is the first time you two have sex, might as well leave a mark. It wouldn’t kill you, right? “you’re about to what, darling?”

“Wait, Anna!” you rasp. “Wouldn’t that leave a mark?”

Instead of confirming, however, she just pistons her fingers deeper, squelching sounds of your heat echo across the room, forming a melody with your pleasured moans. You quickly forget your concern. Anna is in absolute bliss.

“About to what, hm? Tell me, lovely.”

“About to cum! Oh god,” you let out a gasp, unconsciously grasping onto Anna's head and leading her to your breast. “Please, I-I’m sorry—”

You’re sorry about what? That you’re gonna soak her sheets with the fluid about to gush out of your heat? That you suddenly grabbed her head towards your breast, non-verbally begging her to latch her pretty mouth on your nipple?

Anna could only wonder because she doesn’t say more, she sucks on it like the actual depraved woman that she is—so thirsty for your body, of your affection, of your begging and moaning, everything. Everything about you. She has been feigning a wholesome friendship when in reality this is what she wants to do—to pamper you dearly with her affection. Full of sweat, spit, hazy mind riddled with lust, just as you should, only for her.

Much to Anna's pleasure, you grip her hair hard as you attempt to lock your legs together (which she quickly stops. If you squirt again you’re gonna do it messily—exactly the way she wants you to). The heat in your stomach erupts, and with the last flick of Anna's tongue on your nib, you squirt again. Your high is much more intense than the previous one. More fluid gushes out of you that it even reaches Anna's upper thighs. Your breathing slows down, and your eyes flutter until it shuts close. Your grip on her hair softens until it drops down to the satin sheets.

She had ruined you, hadn’t she? Fucked stupid until you had lost consciousness. She didn’t even know what came to her. She thought she’d play around the best friend role for a while because it’s fun, but what happened today triggered something inside of her. It's as if it almost awakened a sleeping monster. No worries, though! The monster is all tamed now, sleeping soundly just like you are. Hell, you didn’t even notice she’s still very much clothed.

Your time will come, though. Anna wants to make sure your eyes are fully fixated on hers before she lets you explore her body the same way she just explored yours.

She sits down and leans back at the crown of the bed. After lighting a cig, one hand starts petting your head, while the other reaches for your phone at the bedside table. She unlocks it with ease (you never told her your password). As soon as you drift to sleep, Anna's agenda quickly shifts: the colleague who confessed to you earlier in front of her before she asked you to come over, what was his name again?

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[cherish--these--times]

Important information. SLEEPLESS IN SEATTLE. UPDATING AS I WATCH THE MOVIE ALONG BEAR WITH ME. The film they watched at the hotel is You've Got Mail, this is Sam and Rebecca's story. When they messaged each other not knowing who the other person was. Ted said Sleepless in Seattle was far superior. This is the one where airports play a significant part and it's about a man who lost his wife and has a son finding love again with the woman he never knew until the last second would be the one. He first sees her in an airport and is knocked sideways. By all accounts the last of Ted we will see will be in an airport based on previous seasons with first and last shot being a character’s face in the same location.

Also Rebecca mentioning she has a private jet and the thing with airports; SUSP AS HELL.

Keeley assumed the moment Rebecca spent with Dutch Guy was "Magic" This is also a quote from Sleepless in Seattle. Turns out it was Gezellig instead. But this is definitely where we're going. And that'll either be Dutch Guy or Ted. Both fit the man who lost their partner and have a kid formula. Definitely not Sam. But Ted tripped over the Red String of Fate, has the matchbook, loves Kenny Rogers, bakes the biscuits who are home to her, she carries his army man everywhere she goes. She hasn't been struck by lightning yet which to me means it's not Dutch Guy; Ted is leaving which means her world is about to be turned upside down. I keep the faith. i don't care.

AND there's a tear in Meg Ryan's wedding dress and she says oh no it's a sign to which her mum says "You don't believe in signs!" And Rebecca doesn't really believe in signs either! All the signs have been pointing to different people except the obvious one! They're there so she can see something about herself she completely missed.

FUCK MY LIFE. It's about making wishes!! Tom Hanks' son in the film wishes for his father to find a new wife!! His son is worried about his dad!!!

The psychiatrist on the radio is called Dr. Fieldstone FUUUUUUCK MEEEEE. IT WAS RIGHT THERE ALL ALONG.

Sam and Annie speak the same words at the same time in two different places, soulmatism right there!

Annie thought Sam sounded "Nice" on the radio and Ted is one of the "nicest" humans Rebecca has ever met!!

Quote from a guy : "This is fate, she's divorced and you need a new wife." (not talking about Annie here, it's another woman) "What is that thing when everything intersects?" To which Sam replies: "The Bermuda TRIANGLE."

One woman who writes to Sam after he was on the radio lives in OKLAHOMA!

Dr. Fieldstone tells Sam she can tell he is a good dad just like Beard told Ted!!

One woman says on the radio: "Why do you want to be with someone who doesn't love you?" (Michelle, anyone?)

"Sam, tell me what was so special about your wife?" "It was a million tiny little things then when you added them all up it just meant we were supposed to be together. I knew it the very first time I touched her it was like coming home, only to no home I had ever known!"

Annie asking a friend: "But when you met her (his wife), did you believe she was the only person for you? That in some mystical, cosmic way, it was fated?"

Sam's friend about relationships:

"Things are different, now. First, you have to be friends. You have to like each other."

Annie talks to her best friend about the concept of DESTINY.

Annie hires a private detective to run a background check on Sam!! Ted wanted Rebecca to do it with Dr. Jacob!

Wonderful addition by @doctorbeverlycrusher : Rebecca’s mom said a couple times that when she loves something, she loves it forever. The main song from Sleepless in Seattle, When I Fall in Love, starts with the lyric “When I fall in love, it will be forever”.

ANNIE MUNCHES ON SUNFLOWER SEEDS ON THE PLANE.

Sam's son to his dad: "Jessica says you and Annie never got together in that life, and your hearts are like puzzles with parts out of them and when you get together the puzzle's complete. The reason I know this and you don't is that I'm younger and purer so I'm more in touch with cosmic forces."

There's even a mention of Horticulture!

We spotted the word Rainbow in the pub game, the romcommunism episode was called Rainbow. Let me leave you with the quote from Ted again.

"Now, it may not work out how you think it will or how you hope it does, but believe me, it will all work out. Exactly as it's supposed to."

I might be setting myself up for disappointment but the writers are building every step up to the cliff egde, baby!

Thank you for coming to my Ted Lasso Talk

[steddieas-shegoes]

Trope rating game

tagged by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation (my wife must be trying to kinkshame me or something that's okay I'm into it)

rules: How much do these tropes affect your decision to click on a fic? -10 -> very dissuaded  0 - don’t care either way  +10 -> very enticed  nope -> if it’s a hard no and you’d never click on a fic with that tag or or you even have the tag blocked or you’d insta click out of the fic if it wasn’t tagged.  Bonus points for explaining the rating and whether it’s conditional.

Age gap: +3

It definitely isn't a make or break for me, but sometimes when I'm on the cusp of not clicking something and I see it, especially with certain authors, the temptation is too good to ignore.

Codependency: +5

It's about the toxic love for me. They just NEED each other SO MUCH.

Obsession/Possessiveness, jealousy: + 7

There are the occasional times when the obsessive/possession is too much, but it is RARE at this point. The more "you're mine, I'm yours" there is the better to meeeee.

Opposites (grumpy/sunshine etc): +4

I like it as a background feature most of the time (said as if my most popular written work didn't start as grumpy/sunshine based).

Enemies to lovers, Enemies with benefits: +10

I kiss every author who writes it on the MOUTH.

Friends with benefits: +5

I love it when it ends in requited feelings, but I have read it where it turns ugly and stays ugly and I do not ever wanna read that! Please! I'm a big baby.

Sex to feelings: +6

See above pretty much. But also in cases where they were just a hookup and then just fall in love quickly? That's my kryptonite.

Fake dating/relationship: +4

I am alllll for fake dating/relationships, but it absolutely has to lead to the real deal. I can't be edged like that for it to just end. I especially love when it's slow burn for this, so if the slow burn tag isn't there, I may not click it.

Friends to lovers: +2

Something is broken in my brain that this doesn't get me hooked the way any other blank to lovers does.

Found Family: +8

I don't click on stuff BECAUSE of it alone, but it definitely does help with fics I'm on the fence about.

Hurt/Comfort: +10

Yes. I want them to hurt and then be so so comforted. Every time. All the time.

Love Triangle: -8

In any ship, I absolutely hate it. Just be brave and make them polyam instead.

Poly, open relationships: 0

I personally love Steddissy as far as polyam goes, but open relationships are super difficult for me to read. I know that works for a lot of people, but if it's a tag, I'm probably not reading that fic.

Mistaken/hidden identity: 0

For one shots, sure. Anything chaptered, I think it gets into unbelievable territory without very specific other tags with it and I have never seen one that hits the spot.

Monsterfucking: +10

Yeah well. No words necessary.

Pregnancy: 0

I'm never reading a story BECAUSE of the pregnancy tag, but it fits in some cases (the good omegaverse shit if ya know what I mean). I lived it, hated it, don't wanna read too much about it.

Second Chance: +3

I don't know that I have ever read a Steddie second chance fic, but I don't know if this particular trope would make me dive in.

Slowburn: +10

I loooooove a good slow burn. I will read just about anything if it's got a slow burn tag.

Soulmates: +7

Steddie is really the first ship where I was like all in for this trope, so if it's got this tag, I am so so in.

No pressure tags: @wormdebut @wynnyfryd @messessentialist @steves-strapcollection @starryeyedjanai @thefreakandthehair @scarcrossdlvrs @patchworkgargoyle @vecnuthy @corrodedbisexual @stobinesque @legitcookie @matchingbatbites @judasofsuburbia @sidekick-hero @spooky-stevie @inairbinad @simplebtromance @estrellami-1 @zerokrox-blog

[thequibblah]

Hi There!!

My thoughts on Chapter 4: Nothing to Write Home About:

About the letters: Lily didn’t send one to Petunia, James didn’t send one to Melanie, and Germaine didn’t send one to Abigail, right?

Michael Meadows has my heart!! I LOVE every one of his and Dorcas interactions, and I’m rooting for them since this. They are SO CUTE!!

Mary and her sixth sense for couples in the making ❤️

Speaking of Mary… my heart breaks every time that I read her story about 💿 on Evan’s party… Seriously, she is SO sure of herself, I imagine her so beautifully and badass but… she deserves the world ❤️‍🩹 And Killer Queen is HER music!! I can’t hear it without thinking about Miss Macdonald!

About 💿, I don’t know if I like him or not… he was a little prick with her…

And Doe is SUCH A GOOD FRIEND!! She wants to know who he is, but prefers to help her friend first! And I love the interruption in the story of the party for Sherlock Doe to make an appearance 😂😂

Before they began dating, they argued with each other and cried to each other — and they kissed, just once.

This is making me worry about the future of the fic, I didn’t read chapter 52 yet and now I’m worried about what happens in it… but we will cross that bridge when we get there

I have to say that James and Lily having a hole different perspective of love is everything to me, they will learn so much with each other and to me that is the recipe for a good relationship ❤️

He would be polite, he decided, but nothing more

Oh James if only you knew… 🤭

He always walked the same way, she noticed: hands in his pockets, head tipped back. As if he didn’t need to look where he was going. Tripping was for other people.

Exactly like their son 😆 I love this description NGL

This Shippy end was so good!! I imagine that poor James thought that was a dream at first 😅

Almost hurt to see them dancing around each other, especially now that Lily doesn’t know and James is trying or rather he thinks he’s to get over her BUT is a good hurt and is good to see Lily open up to James

Thanks again Suze 😘

hello hello!!

you’re correct about the letters! the disc emoji is SENDING MEEEEE by the way 😭😭😭

(also in all this I forgot you haven’t read 52—I’m truly flabbergasted by this btw like wow)

and thank you, one thing I really like is writing them to have different perspectives of love and relationships 1. only to realise those perspectives weren’t so different after all, AND/OR 2. those perspectives were in fact wrong or misguided or just were because they’re so young, and as they fall for each other they also learn to rethink or grow out of those perspectives.

not to spoil all the spoils but lily learned to grapple with a lot of hurt feelings in her relationship in sixth year, and how to bring up or not bring up those issues to her then-boyfriend; while james had things mostly easy in part because the feelings never ran too deep or too intense, so I think he was never truly worried about the stakes of any conflict in his relationship. so… I’m excited to explore how those aspects of these characters/the opinions they have come into play when they ARE eventually in a relationship, however much of a long game that may be!

[despair-to-future-arcs]

Teruteru's time at Hope's Peak

[Part 1]

Well... I wouldn't say that my time at Hope's Peak was good and while our teacher was beautiful...

Or was... until that event happen...

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What event...?

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Hahahaaa, le...let's just say that while all of us were getting use to each other, Yukio - the Class Rep wanted us to all be friends and that's when he suggested I cook some food... I think our class called 'sexy soup' and we promise to ne-never speak of it again...

...

...

...

Date: April 15th, 2010

*A fight was happening between 2 Ultimates, Nekomaru and Akane*

HIYAAAAH! *Akane rush over as she kicked Nekomaru*

*Dodge and block the kick* TRY BETTER!!!

*As then Nekomaru chucks Akane to the front of the class*

WAAAAAAA!!!!

*SMASH!!!*

Da-Damnit... your strong...!

But damn... talk about a strong foe, I never faced anyone like this! LEEEET'S GOOOOO!

*Akane rushed in and the fight continue...*

*The other students watch...*

Seriously... when would those 2 stop fighting already...?

And the class is getting rip apart, should we do something?

Do wish for me to act and face them...?

No no... don't do that, you'll just get hurt if anything...

But what got them to start fighting each other.

Hyahahahaaa, man look at them go! This is waaay more entertaining then those fighting games!

But even then, those 2 are going to get hurt and the class is getting destory, who told them to fight each other?

Weeeell maybe I did give a tiiiiny suggestion to Akane to fight Nekomaru, after all she is dumb enough to fall for it!

Wait that was you?! Hiyoko, you realize that's a bad idea - what if the teacher comes back!

And? After all, the teacher totally loves me and knows how to treat me how I want to be treated, unlike the rest of you lowlifes!

Seriously?! Hiyoko what the hell!

YAHOOOO! FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT, YEAH THIS AWESOME!

Indeed, the fight must continue - this truly is an exciting event at Hope's Peak!

The fact Miss Sonia's into this makes me worried... should we stop this?

I don't think so, if anything they are working towards being Ultimates so we should let them fight it out!

*A desk gets flung and misses Nagito*

Ah, see this is truly wonderous luck!

GYAAAH! *Mikan jumps out of the way as she falls to the floor*

NOOOO, FORGIIIIIVE MEEEEE!!!

[inthedayswhenlandswerefew]

We Were Something, Don’t You Think So? [Chapter 12: The Atlantic Ocean] [Series Finale]

You are a Russian grand duchess in a time of revolution. Ben Hardy is a British government official tasked with smuggling you across Europe. You live happily ever after.

This is a work of fiction loosely inspired by the events of the Russian Revolution and the downfall of the Romanov family. Many creative liberties were taken. No offense is meant to any actual people. Thank you for reading! :)

Song inspiration: “the 1” by Taylor Swift.

Chapter warnings: Mentions of historical war and violence.

Word count: 3.6k.

Link to chapter list (and all my writing): HERE.

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There are rumors that a grand duchess survived, of course—they are whispered into life almost immediately after the murders at Yekaterinburg and never quite disappear—although no one can seem to decide which one. Sometimes it’s Maria, sometimes Olga, sometimes me, most often Anastasia; and for years, decades afterwards there are women who periodically surface and claim to be my most undomesticated sister, and each time I know they’re not just by seeing their photograph in the newspapers. The only consensus that can be found is that surely the survivor is not Tatiana, as she never could have vanished into the anonymous ether of humanity, not with that striking, elegant, gem-rare sort of face. No, everyone agrees that the most beautiful Romanov daughter died in Russia; everyone, that is, but Ben.

It is the last day of the October of 1918 when we board a ship bound for the New World. Ben, Joe, and I ascend the steps as Ben’s family—our family, now—waves us off from the dock: August, Kathryn, Opal, Leo, Luther, Ben’s mother…and Frankie, too. He arrived in London six days after our audience with the king, honorable discharge papers in hand and a perplexed yet grateful expression on his face. I don’t know if it was guilt, or a bribe, or one last favor to my father, or simple pure-hearted mercy once his shock and rage bled away, but King George V kept his word about bringing Frankie home. I never ask my uncle about it. I never ask him anything. I never speak to a member of any royal family again.

As we cross the Atlantic—the days shortening, the nights bitterly cold, bobbing dolphins chasing our iron walls, right whales breaching in the distance—Ben and I walk the decks like we did on that bleak journey from Saint Petersburg to London, but this time we do it as Benjamin and Lana Hardy. We married in a brief, uncomplicated ceremony in a tiny Russian Orthodox cathedral we found tucked away in North London; as a wedded couple, we will have a smoother passage through Ellis Island. We have also thought of a way to keep the Romanov jewels safe and undiscovered, as our luggage will almost certainly be searched upon our arrival: we’ve sewn them into our clothes.

Joe, predictably, makes many new friends onboard—Italians, Greeks, Turks, Spaniards, Poles, Russians, Hungarians, Jews—but he grows closest to an Egyptian named Rami. Rami, a Coptic Christian, fled Egypt to escape religious persecution…but not before falling in love with the daughter of a British archaeologist based there. He and Lucy are newlyweds too, always entwining their fingers and gazing into each other’s clear eyes and bubbling over with anticipation for their very own fabled American Dream to begin. Lucy is expecting their first child already, and as we chat away her hand often settles—unthinkingly, instinctively—on the modest swell of her belly.

At Ellis Island, we are pried at and interrogated and examined for any signs of defects, whether mental or physical or of the spirit. And as we are granted entry and rush down the staircase with our hands gliding over flaking metal railings—the same railings gripped by millions seeking new lives here—I remember my dream from the night before we were summoned to Buckingham Palace: water, metal, crowds, cobblestone streets, unfamiliar plants, a cold prickling drink that I will one day recognize as Coca-Cola, innumerable transparent bulbs of light. Perhaps that was more than a dash of intuition. Perhaps it was my parents letting me know it was alright to choose another path.

We find an apartment in Brighton Beach; between the five of us, we can afford to keep it to ourselves without squeezing in any additional boarders. That first night—after Kroshka has been placed in a rented stable stall down the street, after the luggage is unpacked, after we have eaten chebureki purchased from a street vendor, as the cracked and bare walls stare silently back at us—Ben sits down on the scuffed floor and covers his face with his hands, too exhausted to weep but drained and petrified down to the bones. “It’s the responsibility,” he says, and I know exactly what he means: it’s the weight of having to look after his family, Joe, our new friends, me.

The very next day, I get a job at a settlement house three blocks from our apartment. The pay isn’t much, but then again it’s the first time in my life I’ve ever been paid for anything, and so that in itself gives me a great deal of satisfaction. I excel there; I am a proficient typist, I can read and write and speak a myriad of languages, and educated women fluent in Russian are hard to come by in Brooklyn. I teach new arrivals to speak English, I teach children to hold pencils, I teach adults how to find work, I teach women how to escape violent husbands and to prevent unwanted pregnancies. I clean faces and braid hair and look into eyes—shining, hopeful, thankful eyes—that remind me so much of my parents and brother and sisters that my heart aches, and then calms, and then opens wide to swallow up and engulf the abandoned people of this city, of this world. Little do I know that I will work at this same settlement house for fifty-one years, over half a century, longer than either of my parents lived.

Ben starts out at an afternoon daily newspaper company called the Brooklyn Eagle. In his spare time, he writes his own articles and shops around for publications that will take them. When we are in desperate need—when a storm shatters our windows, when the radiator breaks in the middle of January, when I catch pneumonia and need medicine and weeks of bedrest—Ben takes a few of the smallest jewels or a rope of precious metal to a pawn shop on the other side of Brooklyn and returns with a thick stack of bills with Alexander Hamilton’s face on them. Joe gets a job at a pizzeria in Little Italy so he can learn the tricks of the trade before striking out on his own. Rami works there too for a while before finding a position at a tailor shop owned by a Coptic Christian from Luxor.

Once they save up enough money, Rami and Lucy move into their own apartment in Astoria—where many Egyptian families are settling—and promptly fill it with fervently desired children. Joe marries a Sicilian woman named Christabella and moves with her to Little Italy. We see each other several times per week and I am present at each of Lucy’s births. Rami teaches me Arabic. I teach him Italian. Ben teaches me Old English songs from his childhood. Joe teaches us all to make pizza.

Sometimes—as I lay awake at night long after Ben has fallen into sleep, his breathing slow and serene—I wonder what became of the items I left at Buckingham Palace: the books, the scarf, the pillowcase. I wonder if they were lost, or thrown out with the rubbish, or kept by the Prince of Wales as some sort of strange memento. Sometimes I wish I still had them. More often, I am glad that I don’t.

I was a different person then. Perhaps it is better to make a truly clean start.

Within a year, and with the help of a sizeable contribution from me and Ben, Joe has opened up his own pizza shop in Little Italy called Signore Mazzello’s Pizzeria. It frequently has a line wrapped around the block during the lunch rush.

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It is 1925, and the nation is booming, racing, roaring. I am promoted to Assistant Director of the settlement house. Ben writes an article about his childhood in London and the New York Times buys it. When he sells them another—an anthology of the stories of the other immigrants who share our apartment building, many of them Russian by birth—they offer him a position as a full-time columnist. We stay in Brighton Beach but move to a townhouse on a quiet street with several bedrooms, a stable for Kroshka, and a small, fenced backyard. Ben sends word to his family in London that the time has finally come for them to join us across the Atlantic. They arrive on our doorstep one month later: Ben’s hushed mother, Frankie with his wife Althea, Luther with his fiancé Ethel, Leo with his poems, Opal with her paintings, Kathryn doting on the very slow and very grey basset hounds, August having grown into a singularly joyful and charismatic young man. The original plan was that they would stay with us only until they found their footing in Brooklyn, but as it turns out our home is always full; someone moves out, someone else moves back, it is a carousel of weddings and children and holidays and farewells and reunions. It is an undying warmth and fullness that I never believed I would experience again. It is heaven on earth.

Ben and I have two children, both explicitly planned. Each time he insists that I labor in a hospital, and each time he is in the room with me from start to end. We name them and we love them and we watch them grow like the flora of Central Park: eastern redbuds, blue mistflowers, scarlet beebalms, Carolina springbeauties, cinnamon ferns, calla lilies. Ben’s mother treasures our children and spends hours with them each day. They bring her a new purpose; they bring her peace. She says it is like being able to hold her own lost children again.

We make generous donations to settlement houses throughout New York City. When the aging owner retires, Rami takes over the tailor shop. Joe opens up three additional locations of Signore Mazzello’s Pizzeria throughout Brooklyn.

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It is 1936, and our adopted country is in the depths of the Great Depression. We help others float through the storm as best we can. At the New York Times, Ben takes on and funds several apprentices from working-class families. We volunteer at soup kitchens. We stock the pantry shelves at the settlement house. We teach our children about egalitarianism and democracy and compassion. We raise them to know nothing of my bloodline. They believe that I am British just as Ben is, and that we met as coworkers in London; we never mention that either of us ever set foot on Russian soil. This is a necessity: however unlikely, I am unwilling to risk the possibility of detection. Every once in a great while someone will give me a second glance, or narrow their eyes, or blink thoughtfully at me as if they have met me once in a dream…but it amounts to nothing. Even the Russian immigrants I work with rarely suspect anything. My accent and dialect are so far removed from theirs—so formal, so educated—that they can believe I learned it from a book. The last Romanov daughter is gone, buried like the rest of them. What is left is only Lana.

At Christmastime—a lean, humble Christmas—I read in the newspaper that David Windsor has abdicated the British throne and passed it on to his dull, dutiful younger brother. David left so he could marry the woman he loved, a woman forbidden to him, a divorced American named Wallis Simpson. As I sit at the kitchen table studying the lines of his face in the black-and-white photograph published on the front page, I wonder if any part of him was thinking of me when he announced his abdication to millions of British subjects via a BBC radio broadcast. I wonder if somewhere in the back of his skull lurked my shadow, my vanishing, my willingness to cut through the ties of royalty to embrace a life of my own choosing.

Rami and Lucy welcome their sixth child, a daughter they call Lana. Ben writes articles imploring the United States to accept refugees fleeing the rise of fascism in Europe. Joe has to close three of his pizzerias, but with a little help from Ben and me (and our stock of clandestine jewels), he is able to hold onto the original location through the worst years the American economy will ever see.

Some people sink, of course; there are always those who will sink. But we pull as many into the life rafts as we can.

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It is 1958, and Ben and I celebrate our 40 year anniversary with a trip to Australia. We see the kangaroos and koala bears and beaches and the vast, red wildness of the Outback, and while we think of Gwilym and Hazel Lee quite a lot we don’t spend any time at all contemplating the merits or failings of the British Empire. I have learned that it is futile, maddening even, to battle against things so far above my control; it’s like trying to fight the sea or the stars. I cannot set all things right across the globe, but I can improve the circumstances of thousands of souls. Surely there is no better way to repay the debt the Romanovs owed to the world. Surely my parents and siblings would understand if they could see me now…and sometimes, when I dream of them, I like to believe they can.

As I am leafing through a magazine one afternoon, I come across a photograph of David Windsor and his wife Wallis. They are at a polo match or a garden party or something like that—something frivolous, something regal, waving to the paparazzi—and before I can turn the page one detail catches my eye. Looped loosely around Wallis’ thin neck is the green scarf I bought in Moscow. The silver-thread bears are as bright and shimmering as I remember them. Wallis is flashing a wide, triumphant smile to the same reporters who had once maligned her as a conniving, lowborn whore.

He kept my things after all. Why would he do that?

I close the magazine, thinking of the strings that tie people together and then unravel and then come back together again in new designs. I think of how little each of us truly knows. Sometimes that’s a blessing, and sometimes that’s a curse, and sometimes we’ll never know which it is.

I am made Director of the settlement house. Ben is promoted to Deputy Editor of the New York Times. Signore Mazzello’s Pizzeria now has ten locations: four in New York City, one in Baltimore, two in Philadelphia, and three in Chicago. Joe has his sights set on Los Angeles next.

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It is 1963, and I watch as Walter Cronkite announces that President John F. Kennedy has been assassinated. His wife was right there in the limousine. The new president is sworn in as she stands beside him, shellshocked, embittered, her pink suit stained with her husband’s blood and brains.

Everyone is horrified, and everyone is sad, but my children don’t understand why I cannot stop crying, why I cannot sleep, why I cannot get the vision of a nation’s leader senselessly murdered in front of his family out of my mind. I sit in front of the television with tears leaking ceaselessly from my scarlet eyes, thinking of Papa, Mother, Olga, Tatiana, Maria, Anastasia, Alexei. It’s like I’m back in Saint Petersburg. It’s like I’m learning they were slaughtered all over again.

Only Ben understands. He bundles me into his arms and presses his lips to my temple and whispers that I am safe, that our children are safe, that my family would be proud of me. It is the same way when Malcolm X is killed, and then Martin Luther King Jr., and then Bobby Kennedy. I am torn apart by the thought of their wives and children left bereft, left forever scarred by their murders. It guts me and leaves me bleeding for weeks.

We anonymously donate the last of the Romanov jewels to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. There is fierce public debate for years concerning who came to possess them and how. Each time there is a newspaper article or a television broadcast about the jewels, Ben and I share a small surreptitious smile. Signore Mazzello’s Pizzeria restaurants stretch from the Atlantic to the Pacific and boast over fifty locations. Joe leaves the business to his children to manage and retires with his wife to Atlantic City, New Jersey. He spends his days sunbathing on the beach, playing blackjack, eating cannoli, and gossiping with other Italians.

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It is July 13th, 1985. There are photographs of the loved ones we’ve lost on the mantle above the fireplace: Willis, Cecil, Louise, Ben’s mother…and there are even a few of Kroshka. The house is full of my children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren, Ben’s siblings, our nieces and nephews and their children and their children, too. It is my great-grandson’s tenth birthday. His name—by pure coincidence—is Alexei.

There are children giggling and running through sprinklers in the backyard and basset hounds sniffing after crumbs of hors d'oeuvres and balloons everywhere. The living room is packed with people watching Queen’s performance at Live Aid on our single television, clapping along to Radio Ga Ga. Rami and Lucy arrive with the gift of a handmade sky-blue velvet suit. Joe and Christabella arrive with about twenty boxes of pizza. Ben and I and our two daughters are in the kitchen putting the finishing touches on Alexei’s birthday cake. It’s quite a challenge; Alexei loves dinosaurs, and the stegosaurus made of green icing has plenty of ragged edges to smooth out. Later, when Ben lights the candles, he will use a tarnished steel lighter with a bear carved into one side.

“Papa, Mum, have you seen this?” Tatiana, our eldest, asks. She holds open the pages of Time Magazine. “Some reporter based out of L.A. did a story on the Winter Palace. You know, where the Romanovs lived before they were deposed. He posed as a tourist and took a bunch of photos and smuggled them out of the Soviet Union, and now the Soviets are pissed. They don’t allow photography in the museum. And they definitely don’t want Americans capitalizing on their national historic sites. Anyway, check it out.” She turns the pages. Ben glances over at me. The butterknife has fallen out of my hand and onto the kitchen counter.

“Here, Mum, let me do that,” Louise offers. She plucks a clean knife out of the silverware drawer and resumes the meticulous sculpting of the stegosaurus.

“Amazing, huh?” Tati says, still flipping pages. They’re vivid, bright, in full color; they bring back memories I had forgotten I have. “There’s the Throne Room…the Malachite Room…the ballroom…the gardens…even the—”

“The private family rooms,” I murmur, dazed. “The bedrooms. The study. The dining room.”

“Yeah,” Tati replies. She’s still grinning, but her brow furrows. “Mum…are you okay?”

“She’s fine,” Ben says quickly. “She’s just tired. That stegosaurus has been giving us hell. I love the technique the reporter used here, opening with a vignette…”

Throughout the years, throughout the decades, as the century slips away from me, I have tried to avoid witnessing the calamities of my homeland: famines, purges, dictators, wars, censorship, rivalry, bloodshed and turmoil and insurmountable suffering. I barely recognize it at all; what was once Imperial Russia is now the Soviet Union, what was once Saint Petersburg is now Leningrad, what was once hope and the promise of a better future is now grim authoritarianism. I can still see my family in the Russian immigrants I helped settle here in New York City, but I don’t see them in the modern-day iteration of my birthplace.  

But these pictures Tati is showing me, these memories…they are not from some failed, foreign land. They are the places where Papa puffed on his pipe and told us ancient folktales, where Mother read in her wheelchair, where Alexei played with his tiny toy soldiers on the rug in front of the fireplace, where my sisters and I stayed awake laughing and whispering until morning sunrays shone through our bedroom windows.

I reach out to touch the pictures with my fingertips. My hands are wrinkled, knobby, arthritic, just like Mother’s once were. Tati is still watching me, concerned.

“I know, it’s so beautiful, but so sad,” she says. “Knowing that the people who once lived there were murdered so brutally. Those poor kids. To have all this, and then to have nothing. It must have been a miserable last year for them.”

“They didn’t have nothing,” Ben tells Tati gently. “They had their family.”

“Yeah, but I mean…do royal families even really know each other? Don’t they just get together for polo games and tea parties and…I don’t know…arranged marriages?”

“The Romanovs knew each other.” Ben smooths my silver hair fondly. His hands shake a bit now, but they’re still strong, still perfect. His scars have faded with time; they are nearly invisible. It’s almost as if our pasts never happened. It’s almost as if we’ve always been the people we are now, here in the New World surrounded by friends and family and golden possibilities. “They were…a bit of an anomaly among royal families. Nicholas was very attentive to the children, very loving. And Alexandra was too, to the extent that she could be with her poor health. They did everything together. They went sledding and horseback riding and swimming, they told stories, they played games, they shared meals, they took care of each other. They hoped and they worked and they prayed. They tried to shield each other from the burdens the world placed on their backs. In a lot of ways…the Romanovs weren’t all that different from us.”

“Oh, wow,” Tati says, fascinated, awed. “I didn’t know that. They really must have been something.”

Ben looks over at me, smiling. “They were.”

[sttoru]

OH MY GOD RINA 😶 ANON HERE--

ty for the bday wishes <33 !! means so much to me, your blog is one of my happy places (not only do you write INCREDIBLE fics but the way you interact with others is just MWAHHH) and it means so much you have no idea :)

so. the date!!!! he's acc the sweetest guy ever. we met at the cafe and he gave me flowers (coincidentally my mother's favorite!?!?!?!?!) but didnt stay long cause it sucked. so we went to a park and it had ducks and we fed them bread <33 one of the ducks hated me and tried to bite me tho but 'mr toji' scared it away 🤭 istg im in love with this man

he had to get a call so he left for a bit while i watched the ducks but he was gone for a while (i got kinda scared) but it turns out he was calling his friends and he was telling them abt me 😭😭😭 but it was surprising cause its nothing like finding boy's gc's, they were like hyping him up and telling him that i was a keeper. RAHHHHHHHHHHH IS THIS REAL

so i realized i was eavesdropping and went back and decided to play a prank and do the same to him, so i called my friends an started gushing abt this god of a guy and he caught me kicking my feet AHHHH

but then he looked at me dead in the eyes and proceeded to tell me what he told his friends. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAHHSHAFHDLJKGDHUIFAJNDGSHLKEF rina help are there ANY icks or red flags in this guy?? i feel like im falling WAY to fast and he's falling with meeeee .... i dont want to find any red flags or anything ofc but theres NO WAY this man is this fine <33333 and its hard enough to find someone who can understand asl and doesn't mind me being mute. like people bully me for this shit, who finds it attractive??

anywho have a great day rina!! thanks for the bday wishes and listening to my rants 😭

HEY BAEEEE welcome back 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 thank u so muchhhh YIPPIEEEEEEEE !!!!

omg okokok he got u flowers ‘n was bragging about u to his friends perioooooodddd 🙂‍↕️ . sounds very adorableeeee like smth out of a fairytail to be honestttt, good for u !!! /gen

also i had a genuine question; if you’re mute, does that mean you can’t talk at all? bcs that’s what google says n stuff (or that u can only make certain noises). how did u communicate with ur friends over the phone? 👭

BUUUT for as far as i know, only based on the information i have rn, it’s nothing icky or theres no red flag i can sense? so BEST OF LUCK BAE !! take care and make sure there isnt anything fishy going on w him — i can advise you to not rush into things, bcs that never ends well, so go on a couple more dates and then see what your gut tells you XX

[hushroomloser]

Chris Evans short story part 5

Pairing: ReaderxChrisEvans 

Request: Meeeee 

Prompt: “I’m sorry I thought you were somebody else”

Warning(s): I’m a first-time writer

Word count: 1457

A/N: Hey online strangers, I wrote the first part a while back and have the rest of the story in my drive but have never posted it. This story I wrote way back in 2019 :'(. I will be posting at random times if you stay and read it thank you so much. Enjoy xoxox - I have no idea how many parts this story and technically I haven’t an ending yet. 

I honestly to god have no more inspiration so this story will just be here for another 3 more years 

Bye 

… I am back lol. I have no idea who even is enjoying this but yeah. I wrote this during finals so please excuse everything from it. From the grammar to the plot lol. I shall maybe edit it or something. Honestly didn’t this story needed more parts or anything and plus I am trying my hardest to make into a your name type without writing yourr name cause I never found it cute and plus whenever I read a yn i read out the yn has like yoon for some reason. So yeah 

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Tension seemed to vibrate in the small cab, unlike the music slowly playing in the background their beating hearts seemed to rage louder. The sound of the bustling town waking up, the streets retreating for the night as the walk of shamers running back to their own homes.

All the stolen glances and accidental touches that emerged from that cap ride burned them brighter than the crack of dawn arising in the back. At each brush, unbearable to one another they shifted in their seats. She couldn’t breathe she thought. Concentrate, concentrate, she repeated.

Her smell intoxicated him, his desire to touch her was especially unbearable and the butterflies in his stomach did not help. At each glance, it seemed more and more like a free fall into her beautiful eyes, what was happening to him? This pull she had on him, he could not put it into words. How could he? He was slowly and idiotically falling in love with a stranger. How could one explain this?

As they arrived at the ER parking lot, the taxi driver glanced at them through the mirror and smiled to himself, “That will be 20 $ miss.”

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“She’s going to be late.”

“Why? I NEED my coffee.”

“Well, calm down princess. She called me saying she was bringing in someone she hit or something.” The brunette in her blue scrubs sat down at her desk. She had quickly finished her morning rounds for this casualty that her friend had picked up. She really didn’t understand her rambling earlier, but she had prepared a corner room.

“Do not worry I will bring you your coffee first thing.”

“Please.” He whined, “Do not make me drink this.” Gesturing to his surroundings.” place sewer water that passes for coffee.” She giggled.

“Yes, sir” Kissing him before leaving for his own rounds.

Lizzy had finished her residency two years prior, while her beautiful, caffeine addict finance had just entered his. As a non-traditional medical school graduate, he was older than most of his peers, but that never stopped him. And she loved him for that.

She was the friendly, bubbly, sunshine of a resident and he was the nerd, shy and quiet second-year med student. Everyone thought it could never work, how could it? Opposite attract only in films, however, their love flourished, continued, and survived.

She started to replay the conversation she had with her best friend. She hit someone, she thought. At this hour she would already be in her office answering her emails. She did say she was coming by cab.

“By cab, by cab … by cab.” She couldn’t connect any dots, her friend bringing in someone by cab that she hit at the coffee shop. She quickly shook her head and laughed it off. It couldn’t be that bad, could it? If it was, she would have called 911.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Nancy, her favourite nurse, telling her about this admission at the front desk.

She smiled at her, thinking today really is filled with mysteries. Why would Nancy come all this way and not page her? First off, she did not deal with admitting any patients.

Nancy’s little giggles and smile while walking to the front desk should have been a telling sign. She should have known. She should have known that her best friend was not only clumsy but as unlucky as it comes or in this case lucky.

Seeing a little crowd gathering around someone, she wondered if it was a code blue. “I didn’t hear any code blues”, questioning the nurse to her left.

“Ahhh, that’s the thing I forgot to tell you on the phone.” She looked at her best friend in the corner with the coffees and pastries in hand looking flustered if that was even possible.

Taking some of the drinks and pastries off her hands, “You should probably take care of him soon before the whole hospital figure outs who he is."

Lizzy was about to question her friend but before she could the crowd around this mysterious person slowly dispersed allowing her to finally see him. Words could not form; she was shocked, flabbergasted, and astonished at the person in front of her. All the thoughts ran through her head. Her friend is an angel, a clumsy angel. Life brings you lemons, in this case Chris Evans lemons and somehow she had to make lemonade. But also, she had to keep her composure, she was a professional. She dealt with things far beyond one’s imagination, she was not going to let her favourite celebrity change that.

“Hii” giggling her composure long gone. Her friend looked at her, her eyes said everything. Get your shit together, I assaulted a man that needs help. Lizzy mouthed back I am sorry but that’s Chris Fudging Evans. The glare that her friend gave her could pierce any shield. Sighing. Lizzy tried her best to be professional. She straightened herself up and gestured to Chris to the room.

“Follow me please, we will go somewhere where there won’t be much commotion.”

“And you are coming with me to explain what happened.” Her friend was about to protest but Lizzy gave her a look that said she could not run away. She was going to try though.

“I will be there in a sec; I’ll just go give Oliver his coffee.” She looked down at her shoes scared that she was going to get caught in her attempt to escape. “He must really be needing his coffee right about now.” She continued, taking the drinks, and running away before she could get an answer.

“Well, Ms. Evans, it seems like it’s just you and me. You will have to explain what happened to end up here.” Lizzy was over the moon at what she just said, not in a million years did she ever think she would be saying these words.

“It is a funny story”, Chris said not thinking this day would end up like this when he only wanted to go for a quick run before his shoot. Which reminds him to text his assistant that he would be late today.

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His phone kept vibrating during the examination, he had texted his assistant that he had to quickly go to the hospital. Without adding much information as to why, she must be worried.

“You can answer your phone if you would like”, Lizzy had almost finished her checkup. Her friend hadn’t hit him that hard. And he didn’t have any scratches or neurological problems. He was good to go.

“We are almost done.” She sat down typing on her computer, while he put his shirt back on. She had to take a few moments to regain herself. God that man was beautiful. So is her finance but damn beauty is beauty, right? She shook her head.

“Do you have any questions for me?”

“You are good to go but if you want to ask questions, I am all ears.” She doubted he would, she was honestly trying to stall as much as she could for her friend to come and they could have the room.

Earlier, she witnessed something very intriguing, and she wanted to confirm it before he left.

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“Oli, I come bringing gifts.” She entered his office. He had been spinning around his chair for the past 5 minutes now.

“Here, you need it don’t you.”

“My angel.” In all of his joy he sat up and grabbed the coffee and the pastries from her hands. Finally, he thought.

The sweet, sweet taste of coffee. He was happy.

She stood there looking at her friend enjoying his treats, wishing that he wouldn’t notice her still standing there.

Time seemed to pass slowly, she kept looking at her watch every few seconds, counting in her head how long it would take Izzy to finish up. She was honestly concerned about nothing. Why couldn’t she just go to her office?

“Heyy,, uhmm Lizzy just texted me.”

“It’s an emergency. You need to go see her.” He lied; Lizzy had actually texted him to make up an excuse so you could go back to the ER as fast as you could.

Squinting her eyes, she wondered what a medical physicist could possibly help out in the ER. Knowing very well that if any of the X-rays broke her supervisor would be the first to be called. Defeated, she decided to go hoping by the time she reached Lizzy he would be gone.

She just left. Care to explain? He quickly texted before replying to a few emails.

Thank you, and yes I will. Lunch?

Yes! Have a good day love. He put his phone down and went back to work. 

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I wrote this instead of studying for my finals lol, I am the queen of procrastinating 😭😭😭😭

Anyways, hope you enjoy.

constructive criticism is very much appreciated, thank you. 

xoxox

[happyocelot]

Good Boy

I apparently didn't post this here yet...well, now I am! 😅

FFN / AO3

Summary:

Inuyasha would kill whoever had started the rumor that he was Kagome's pet. He would destroy the next one to say that he was her "good boy." Even if he loved it when she scratched his ears. And tweaked his nose. And let him fall asleep on her. And maybe he never wanted her to stop. It didn't mean he was pining for her. It signified nothing, really. Some warm and fuzzy InuKag.

If Inuyasha ever crossed paths with whichever bitch had started the rumor that he was Kagome's pet, he would kill them.

Slowly.

He cast a sidelong glance at the little fox trailing along beside the annoying girl from the future.

It couldn't have been Shippo. As irritating as the brat was, he had been stuck to Kagome's side like glue ever since the fight with the Thunder Brothers, and Inuyasha had yet to see him alone.

They'd just defeated Hiten and Manten all of two days ago, Kagome having been kidnapped by them and then coming up with a hare-brained scheme to ensure that Inuyasha would find and rescue her. That hare-brained scheme being Kagome telling the bald thunder monster that Inuyasha was in love with her, and would definitely hand over the Shikon Jewel shards in exchange for her life and limb.

And ever since then, no fewer than fifteen random yokai had come their way, not all of them hostile, but still believing that Inuyasha was "her good boy," to use their words.

Gross.

Inuyasha's face flamed rather against his will. He was not Kagome's "good boy," and the next person to make such a remark would –

Someone squealed.

"It's that strange girl! And her pet hanyo!"

His burning golden eyes swept across the dirt path and caught sight of some sort of squirrel yokai of apparently Shippo's age and size, pointing and gawping at a nonplussed Kagome, shock and awe transcribed across his face as clear as a swift-flowing river.

Pet hanyo?

Pet hanyo?

SERIOUSLY?

He unsheathed Tessaiga in the blink of an eye, ready to dispatch the midget to the underworld.

"Inuyasha! SIT!"

...And he tasted dust and earth even faster than the blink of an eye.

His ears were pulled upwards by soft fingers that were slowly growing calloused with each touch of a bowstring.

Even though she was pissed off and not particularly sensitive to his comfort at the moment, he couldn't help but ever-so-slightly lean into those hands. Again, this was completely against his will. She just – perhaps unconsciously – never handled his ears that roughly.

He met Kagome's annoyed dark sugar eyes.

Wait, was he describing Kagome's eyes as dark sugar now?

Ew. What was he thinking?

"What are you thinking?" she snapped, echoing his thoughts perfectly. "You can't just kill people for no reason!"

"There was too a reason!" he snapped right back. "He called me your pet!"

The squealing from the midget squirrel yokai was so high-pitched and siren-like that he was forced to flatten his ears so that the fine strands of fur inside wouldn't get damaged.

"That's so CUTE! He sits when she tells him to!"

"Don't talk about me like I'm not there!" Inuyasha said. "And listen up, moron, I am – "

"Oh, he's DEFINITELY Kagome's pet!"

Shippo, that little whelp. His smug face was beaming evilly from ear to ear. "All Kagome here has to do is say 'sit' and he sits, and I bet he even rolls over when she asks him to, and maybe he even – AAARGH, Kagome, help meeeee!"

"SIT!"

Naturally this altercation did absolutely nothing to prove those rumors wrong.

Neither did his stupid so-called friends and their stupid, annoying faces.

He would not let them stop in a village again for the next ten days, Kagome's protests of missing hot water baths and Shippo's protests of missing free meals be damned.

"Thank you very much for letting us stay in your house for the night," Miroku said, having performed yet another "exorcism" and winning the landlord's good will rather underservedly.

Okay, so maybe there was the imprint of a long-deceased girl walking the house's halls and maybe it was a very real exorcism and maybe he did get knocked out cold by the high-pitched screams that this imprint emitted and maybe his friends did save his ass this one time. His inu yokai bloodline had very few weaknesses and today, he had learned that overly high-pitched screaming was one of them.

He had sustained acute, temporary ear damage and though he had healed quickly, they had all decided to stay overnight anyhow.

And while he appreciated Kagome's concern...

Seriously?

Why did she have to go and start massaging his ears in front of everyone? He liked it when she gave him ear rubs, but he didn't want this fact to be displayed to all and sundry.

"Oh, aren't you a good boy?" the landlord asked, smiling indulgently at the scene. "His ears look just like a puppy's! Can I pet them too? Does he get fleas?"

He was just about to growl and scare this man away when Sango jumped in to answer this question for him.

"I haven't seen any yet, but I think Kirara's anti-tick medicine works on his ears!" she said with smug viciousness.

Inuyasha almost missed the times she'd been his enemy.

"Kagome-sama has him on a tight leash!" Miroku helpfully added.

"Yeah, he's completely whipped for Kagome!" Shippo pitched in, adding fuel to the flames.

Inuyasha cracked his knuckles, and Kagome momentarily stopped her (very nice) ministrations on his ears to scowl at him.

An involuntary whine escaped his throat.

His friends all smirked at this.

Those cold and merciless beings.

Inuyasha growled to himself.

Ugh. Stupid Kagome and her stupid group of yes men ready to indulge every single rumor about him being her pet.

Stupid Kagome and her stupid glittery dark sugar eyes and the way she never handled his ears roughly even when she was mad at him.

...Maybe it felt incredibly nice and soothing when she let him rest on her lap that one time, but he was not telling her that.

Because while he enjoyed suspiciously canine comforts and pastimes, he was not her good boy.

His face flamed against his will yet again.

He wasn't "whipped for Kagome."

He wasn't.

It was just that she hadn't come back from her time in what had been days, and they couldn't very well make progress on collecting jewel shards if their jewel detector was missing.

That was all. He was just making sure that his jewel detector was okay. It wouldn't do for her to be kidnapped (his stomach lurched) or hurt in some fashion (after lurching for a fashion of its own, his heart fell all the way to the bottom of the earth).

That churning in his stomach was just concern that without her, they wouldn't be able to defeat Naraku. There was no one else on this earth who could detect those shards. She was hardly dispensable, after all.

That was exactly why he would kill anyone who laid a single finger on her.

Still...her floor was an uncomfortable place to sleep at night. He was a hanyo and therefore able to withstand unimaginable damage to his body, but he did enjoy cozy settings in which to snuggle – erm, guard his jewel detector.

Few things seemed cozier than resting his head on Kagome's lap and letting her scratch his ears, but people had been going around claiming that he was her pet lately, so he wasn't going to tell her that.

He resolutely cracked his knuckles and straightened his back against her pastel walls in the silent pose of a sentry. The moonlight seeped through the curtains and against his will, his eyes slowly drooped shut.

He woke up warm and comfortable. Which was strange because he swore he'd fallen asleep against Kagome's cold hard bedroom walls and not what appeared to be –

He frowned at a faceful of fabric and that nice freshly-washed-clothes smell that Kagome gave off when she spent time here.

Was this...

Her lap?

Why had he fallen asleep on her lap. He'd never told her he wanted it again.

His eyes were coaxed back into shadowed, half-closed slivers by the slow, rhythmic scratching against his ears.

Did she...take pity on him and pull him onto her lap while he was out?

He remembered the first thing he'd thought when he saw her for the first time, back when she'd freed him from his constraints on the tree. Like Kikyo but not Kikyo.

Kikyo was more beautiful, he'd said. More intelligent, he'd said.

He truly underestimated her back then, hadn't he? He buried his face into the warm swell of her chest, resting his ear directly over her heart.

Her scratching paused briefly. Then she continued as if nothing had happened.

She did take pity on him then.

Her heartbeat thumped slowly and comfortingly in his ear.

His jewel shard detector wasn't hurt. No one here wanted to kill her...and he would kill the bitch that tried.

She was far more cozy than that stone-cold wall that gave him shoulder aches and leg cramps after a while, though he would deny everything in the morning, because he wasn't her good boy.

Even though that ear massage was the most heavenly sensation he had ever experienced.

So maybe...maybe he enjoyed it when she let him sleep on her lap. And when she touched his ears.

And tweaked his wet puggy nose.

She'd taken to doing that lately, tweaking his nose, when they weren't bickering and she wasn't annoyed at him. Surprisingly, this was far more frequent than he imagined it would be. The nose-tweaking.

His nose was always wet. Not RUNNY. If Shippo said otherwise, well, now everyone knew where those five extra lumps on the brat's head came from...

Anyway, it was always moist. That came with being an inu hanyo. Most people would think that this was gross, especially the vast majority of humans in his childhood, who had always seen those ears and nose as shameful and disgraceful proof of his hanyo status.

But this annoying girl from the future always scratched his ears slow and careful, rubbing them super firmly but still gently, so that all the blood would circulate well. Kagome's hands were always soothing and warm, though by now they had become quite cicatrized with all the running-around-killing-demons-and-trying-not-to-get-killed-in-return stuff they were doing.

And if he ever came down with a sneeze, she would offer him those strange wedges of cloth from her era, the ones she called "Kleenex" and "handkerchiefs."

It was one of the more painful dilemmas he had faced: make her stop, because whenever she tweaked his nose or scratched his ears, he would desperately resist the urge to fall into her lap and melt into a pile of jelly and succumb to how safe and comforting it all felt...

Or...let her continue to publicly humiliate him by acting more and more canine-like with each passing day, lending credence to the idea that his sole priority in life was to alternate between being Kagome's guard dog, attack dog, bomb-sniffing dog, and pet chihuahua.

Letting her continue to publicly humiliate him didn't seem so bad, if she let him fall asleep on her lap and allowed him to hear her heartbeat again.

His eye twitched.

That woman had far too much power over him lately.

Ten nose-tweaks, three ear scratches, and five cuddles in her lap later, Inuyasha realized he was a goner.

Higurashi Kagome was far, far too powerful.

If Inuyasha ever crossed paths with whichever bitch had started the rumor that he was Kagome's pet, he would kill them.

Moreover, he would subject them to extreme, painful torment for somehow spreading this rumor all the way to Kagome's mother.

He'd just been over to her house. Again. Those shards wouldn't collect themselves and like he said previously, there was no one else who could even do the job.

What was he supposed to do, wait for her at the well like a good boy?

...Well, okay. Maybe he had spent two nights camping in front of the thing doing exactly that before coming over to look for her.

Anyway. While he was there waiting for Kagome to get back from slaying that demon she was always so afraid of, the one she called exams, her mom and grandpa put him to work.

Okay...maybe it was more like he offered. Her grandpa did always have a sore back and claimed to be at risk of something called "rheumatoid arthritis" and so he did carry the man on piggyback. And he did go "grocery shopping" with Kagome's mother (she had a lot of bags to carry and he was sure that Kagome would kill him if she developed "rheumatoid arthritis" too).

The thing was...when he did all these things for them, they seemed so happy. Especially Kagome's ma. After he had single-handedly hefted thirty "grocery bags" into the house, she smiled, ruffled his hair, and patted his cheek.

"Thank you for being such a good boy and helping me, Inuyasha," she said.

He gulped, not sure what to make of this...compliment? (Was it a backhanded compliment? When she called him a good boy?)

He hid his gulp in a scoff and a cross of his arms.

Kagome's ma had a strong gift for making him feel funny.

"You know," Ma said, taking groceries out of the bags and putting them away. "She talks about you a lot when she's here. She's very fond of you, Kagome is."

Inuyasha snorted.

"Did she tell you that I'm a good pet or something? A pack mule?"

Ma squinted at him strangely, perplexed. "Why would she say something like that?"

He didn't know why he was so stuck on this, but he just knew for sure that by now, she had decided that he was nothing more than a weird talking beast of burden.

A silly, clingy, attention-craving, insecure pack animal, one that had to be humored so that she could complete her mission and go home. Leaving him starved for the way she'd stroke his ears, the way she let him rest his head on her lap, the way she even allowed him to put his head on her breast and listen to her heart. No one had ever given him such affection so freely as if it were a common fruit growing on trees.

Ugh, he was such a loser, acting like a pining puppy. To think at one point, he had wanted to become a full yokai.

He knew his friends were just teasing and didn't mean any harm by it, but the idea that Kagome saw him as only some kind of convenient pet made his stomach clench and heart ache.

...Though if he were being honest with himself, he really had no right to complain on that front, given how he had told her more than once that he was only hanging around her because she was a good shard detector.

...And if he were being honest with himself, that had stopped being true quite some time ago.

He only hoped Kagome felt the same.

"Kagome doesn't think of you as a pet or pack mule, dear. Really, is this because I said you were a good boy for carrying groceries?"

His heart leapt despite itself.

"You mean...she...?"

"She has told me that you are..." Ma smiled to herself. "Annoying, grumpy..."

"Hey!"

"Brave, kind, persevering, loyal..."

Those adjectives sounded way too canine.

"Like a puppy?"

Apparently he must have looked cute to Kagome's mother with his moody, scowling expression, because she burst out laughing. Her hand reached out to stroke his ears, and somehow he couldn't find it within himself to bat her away. The Higurashis were the one and only human family to give him affection like free food, like common fruit growing on trees, like clouds pouring rain upon fallow fields.

"Like you. You're...you. And Kagome likes you for you."

Kagome...liked him?

As more than a convenient pet hanyo?

He had truly underestimated her back when he'd met her, hadn't he?

...Maybe he wasn't Kagome's pet.

He was whipped for her, though, and he didn't mind being her good boy who'd always protect her from danger. He didn't have to tell her this, because it seemed like she already knew.

And she never did stop scratching his ears.

[unquietspiritao3]

Putting this here so I’m not tempted to make it a canon part of The Obvious’verse. Bc I don’t think Noel and James would ever actually talk about their relationship publicly, but I had this idea and it’s cute and is also clearly gonna lead to James getting his hide tanned which is always a bonus.

Setting: Buzzcocks, series 30, episode 06; an alternate universe where Noel wasn’t sick and he and James are a known couple.

Starring: Greg, James, Noel, Daisy

Greg, turning to Noel’s team after the opening joke: James, you were on Buzzcocks before, and… is it true, this is where you met Noel? James: Yeah, it was here. Well, not here, obviously, that was a different studio, different channel, different host… um, Rob something, I think? Greg: We have a clip of it.

A video plays on the screen, Noel and James showing off their muscles, Noel pinching James’ bicep [below, 5m28s through 6m08s]

Daisy: Awww. But that was… you look really young there, James. You guys haven’t been together that long, have you? Noel: No, that was about four years before we got together Daisy: How did you reconnect? James: Oh, we had a very kinky threesome with a mutual friend. Noel and Greg collapse into laughter. So does everyone else, but those two seem especially affected. Greg, wiping his eyes as the laughter starts to die down: Why do I believe that? James: Well, you should, Greg, seeing as you were the friend. More laughter. Noel is practically falling off his chair. Daisy: Oooh, sexy. Was this before you did Bake Off, James? Noel, trying to control himself and rescue the situation: It- no, that’s actually how we reconnected, James did Bake Off. James: Yeah, I actually, uh, part of the reason I went on Bake Off was because I had a crush on Noel from doing this show. Audience and everyone: Awwwww! James: And then I had a mental breakdown over a tray of flapjacks, so. Didn’t really put me in my best light Greg: It’s a good way to start a relationship, though. Throw all your shit on the table, early doors, see if they run away. Noel obviously didn’t, so that’s good. James: That’s because I’m holding him hostage, Greg. You should… you should probably call the police. Noel, leaning as far away from James as he can while staying in his seat, stage whispering: Helllp meeeee.

[swiftly-skywalker]

10 songs, 10 people (part 2!!)

okay when i did this a while ago I said i wanted to do it again so now i am :P this round's way more chaotic so buckle in bitches my caps lock was working hard tonight

lets get started

@justadmiringanakin (i know i already tagged you in the last one but you have top tier music taste so im bringing u back) @emilysmidnights (come back...be here) @karmaismyb0yfriend um idk anyone else to tag so open tag?

You're Losing Me | Taylor Swift - bro this song. so devastating but also such a period slay??? miss blondie i just love you so so much you will always be awesome

firearm | Lizzy McAlpine - "what a joke?!?!" "WHAT A FUCKED UP REALITY SHOW?!?!?!?" "YOU HAD ME CONVINCED THAT YOU LOOOOOOVEDDDD MEEEEE???????????????????" i have no other words. lizzy i love you so so much as well you're so cool

in my head | Ariana Grande - this one's partly for ch 18 of ffm. I- rfobsVKfobalAbalbgrushf I love this song so much. The lyrics? the production?? the high notes??? perfection. ALSO GO READ FALL FOR ME PLEASE BY @justadmiringanakin DO IT

The Alcott | The National and Taylor Swift - the parts where they sing like at each other??? AMAZING. i never fail to scream out tay tay's parts-- DID MY LOVE AID AND ABET YOU SHRED MY EVENING GOWNNNNNNN

Easier to Cry | TV Girl - and she just wanted to die but it was easier, it was easier to ADFFJSKBF:IURCSVG CRYYYYYYYY

What You Wish For | Guster - okay where my hayden girlies at cus theres a story to this one. I've always loved Guster since I was a baby, theyre my mom's fave. The movie Life As A House (EMO HAYDEN) came out about 4, 4.5 months after I was born. The directer of LaaH is a HUGE Guster fan. Their songs are in all of his movie soundtracks. This, along with the song Rainy Day of the same album (Lost and Gone Forever 1999), were featured in Life as a House. My mom met the director of this movie at a Guster concert when I was unfortunately only like 2 and too young to go. She also loved Hayden-i guess the obsession is a gene lol. thank u for coming to my ted talk

Thinkin Bout Me | Morgan Wallen - before I begin, if you're thinking of hating on country music, do not interact please. it's unnecessary. I'm unashamed for my interests. anyways this song is so GOOD morgy is absolutely SAVAGE songwriter and i loveeee him for it.

NYMPHOLOGY | Melanie Martinez - this song is also so amazingly savage. I love both Melanies, old and new. Angry songs are my PASSION and this song hits so hard for me

Someday You Will Be Loved | Death Cab for Cutie - "DO IT FOR BEN GIBBARD"-my friend i was talking to making this as i told her idk if i should put death cab on here -> this is my fave song by death cab (postal service and solo gibbard not included) for inexplicable reasons

and finally....

WILD UNCHARTED WATERS BY JONAH HAUER-KING yes i felt the need to yell that one at you guys this barbie just saw the little mermaid and is officially obsessed. IT WAS SO GOOD!!!!! the music? the storytelling?? the casting???? PERFECT. Everyone was soooo good in it and i encourage you ALL to go see it or watch somewhere. i condone illegals to see this movie. anyway Jonah Hauer-King was GORGEOUS and sang SO WELL and I LOVE HIM and OMG. ive listened to this song on heavy repeat in the last few days. like my spotify is having a stroke actually