#or even distract me from the awful stuff in the world right now

[mcsiggy]

Do yall like, know how to enjoy something w/o constantly criticizing it? don't you want to enjoy something-- anything for what it is? if it gives you joy and makes you happy, you dont have to be critical and pick a part about it to be a 'real' fan of the thing, or to show you're aware of the whatever problems it has.

just liking and enjoying it is enough.

[bigfatbimbo]

Hi! Is it okay if I ask for seperate HCs for Sir Pentious, Lucifer, Charlie (+ Adam if it's possible) seeing female reader when she is breaking down, panicking from both insecurity and overthinking (generally having trouble breathing and not being able to stop herself from crying at all) and being there with her in general?

Like, what they would say, how would they react, how would they comfort her (though i doubt that Adam would even give a fuck 😭), stuff like that!

gosh i’ve had such a bad day i needed this

Sir Pentious would actually try so hard to make you feel better. However he is super awkward just by nature so he would just pat your head from afar and go ‘there, there’ because he would be so lost. But after a little bit of you crying I think he would try to cheer you up by distracting you. “You know what always cheers me up when i’m down?” and then he would proceed to make you the worlds most god awful tea.

Charlie would be so genuinely helpful towards you. She would rub your back and tell you to breathe. Probably would do that ‘1 2 3 in 1 2 3 out’ thing if you know what I mean. If physical touch wasn’t too much for you at the moment she would hold you until you stopped crying. Her being THE CHAMP at this, she would listen to what got you so worked up while she got you cleaned up (fixing your makeup or hair, etc etc) She would reassure you so hard and debunk all of your insecurities, like bringing up specific examples as to why your amazing.

Lucifer literally knows your pain because this man is also not okay. He would be similar to Charlie by telling you to breathe and rubbing your back and stuff. I also think after you calmed down a bit he would ask you very easy questions to try and make you feel better. “do you need water?” “are you okay with being touched right now?” He’s also a very good hugger and would give lots of forehead kisses, it’s his dad instincts.

Adam literally has no clue what to do. He is not insecure or anything nor does he overthink things. He would probably say something super insensitive when he noticed you were sad. “what crawled up your pussy and died?” and when you start crying well…. he kinda just looks at you. Like blank stare. Maybe would try to make a joke but if that makes you cry even more, he would call someone else over to deal with it.

[inkdrinkerworld]

Miguel prompts you say?? could i request "just...come here." pretty pls and ty xxxx

of course you can!! miguel and reader aren't together yet but they flirt with each other enough to make him okay with physical touch

it's hard being the self-proclaimed keeper of the multi-verse. miguel hasn't had it easy in a long time, so when he has missions like today, your heart breaks for him.

imagine your world exploded because you just wanted a shot at a normal life, being thee world's first anomaly and then the multi-verse gets torn open and you get stuck with the job.

a job that just keeps getting more and more stressful. you'd be barking orders and afraid to get close to people too.

its why you don't hold any of what he does against him- you're not sure if you'd do much better in his position.

this mission had been one for mainly the elites- miguel, peter b, jess, pavitr and hobie- but it still wasn't easy. not by a long shot.

they were all a bit banged up but back in their own dimensions and when lyla popped up in miguel's 'office' - affectionately monikered 'the spide-hole' you'd learnt how bad he was.

"it didn't go smoothly. he's a lot banged up- like a lot. and he's grouchy."

you don't have time to ask anything because the door opens and reveals miguel who looks worse than you could imagine.

his chin is busted, lip is bloody, his eye is blackened and he has a limp. you know all the bruises will be gone in a few hours, yours do the same thing, but this is miguel- he doesn't come back from missions like this.

his hand comes crashing in with a desk and he flips it over despite his pain. "stupid fucking anomalies. tonto desgarro en el multiverso que sigue empeorando."

it's then that he notices you, in a chair near his command centre and a couple holographic screens up displaying the stuff you were working on.

"i can leave if you want to be-" you start but he grumbles,

"no." he hisses as he throws his body into one of the seats, holding his side and you frown.

"do you want me to get the thing?" 'the thing' being his rapture injections. you feel awful asking, but maybe he needs it so damn his aversion to talking about it if that's the case.

"no." it's firm and final but it's still got a little strain to it.

"miguel, you need something. i can get margo or one of the spider-doctors or somebody. as a matter of fact," you pick up your things and make for the door, "i'm going to get somebody."

you don't get too far though. his hand circles your wrist and you stop.

his touch is warm and even though it feels nice you'd rather him be in good health along with it. "miguel," you start and he shakes his head.

"just," he sighs, throwing his head back, eyes closed as he faces the ceiling. his lips move in what you think is a silent prayer. "just, come here." he tugs you closer till you stand in front of him.

"miguel, i can't make you better." he doesn't listen though, instead he lets his hands get distracted with the sleeve cuffs of your suit.

"you're doing it right now," you shake your head and thread your fingers in his hair. "just stay with me, for ten minutes."

[meganwritesfanfics]

Be the Man I Have to Be

Jamie Tartt x Reader

After reacting poorly to the news of the reader being pregnant Jamie seeks out advice from some unlikely sources.

Check out Part 1 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

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The whole practice Jamie couldn’t focus, he was missing passes, he was fumbling the ball, and tripping over his own feet. He didn’t feel like himself, he felt like he was a spectator watching his own life. He couldn’t believe this was happening. Being a dad was never something Jamie had even considered.

But the thing that really distracted him was the look on Y/N face, both the look of absolute terror when she told him she was pregnant and the look of betrayal when he just left her in the boot room. 

He loved Y/N more than he ever thought he was capable of, and he never meant to hurt her. Jamie knew that he reacted poorly, more than poorly, he fucked up. But he panicked, confident Jamie who always felt on top of the world panicked. And he could feel his world quickly crumbling around him. 

With all these thoughts running through his head he didn’t even notice Collin come up next to him and steal the ball from him. When Collin swept in Jamie tripped over his feet and landed on the ground with a thud. He lay their for a moment on his back looking up at the sky before he let out and angry scream. 

“Ok, um everyone let’s run laps, Jamie can you meet me in my office.”  Ted said giving everyone a worried look. 

Jamie sighed as he sat up and looking around, everyone was looking at him with such a worried expression. For how much he felt like the universe was shitting on him in that moment, he couldn’t help but feel grateful. Three years ago, no one in this stadium could give a shit about what he was feeling or how he was doing. And rightfully so, he had been an absolute prick. But now he finally felt like this team had become his family, his home. 

Collin stood above him reaching a hand down for him to help him up. “You ok mate?” 

Jamie nods as he grabbed his hand and stood up. “I will be. Hopefully.” 

As he made his way to the locker room, he felt the steely gaze of Roy barring down on him, and he knew. Of course Y/N had told Roy first, especially with how terrified she had looked to tell Jamie, Roy and Y/N were close. 

“Jamie what is going on man?” Ted asked as soon as they were in the safety of the office. 

“Coach, you have that group right where you guys all talk about, guy stuff and help each other out?” 

“The Diamond Dogs?” 

“That is the name of it.” Jamie cackled before he composed himself. “Uh, ya, I think this might need to be something I talk with all of you about and get your advice.” 

Ted’s eyes went wide and he immediately pulled out his phone texting something quickly before he looked back up at Jamie. 

“Just give them…” He started when suddenly Beard burst in and threw himself into his chair out of breath. 

“I…gave… the… team… the… rest… of … the… day… off…” Beard panted in between gulps of air. 

Trent Crimm and Roy were the next two to saunter their way in, Roy immediately glaring at Jamie. 

“Alright all we need is Higgins and…” And as if he were summoned, Higgins appeared also out of breath and with a giant stain down the front of his shirt. 

“Here.” He gasped. 

“Woah, Higgnomietry, what happened to you?” Ted asked. 

“I was about to take a sip of my tea when I got the text and I saw Jamie’s name and I got too excited and spilled it all over myself.” Higgins replied. 

“I have that effect on people.” Jamie smiled which earned a growl from Roy. 

“Alright Jamie, you have the Diamond Dogs gathered, what can we assist you with?” Ted asked. 

“Right, uh, ya, so me and Y/N have been seeing each other for a while now and I love her ya know…” This earned an aww from the group, minus Roy. “But she, she just found out that she…” 

“Tartt!” A voice echoed and the whole group watched as Rebecca stormed in followed by Keeley. “You are a right awful prick you know that!” Rebecca screamed. 

“Woah!” Ted said as quickly stood from his chair. 

“Yeah Jamie what the hell I thought you really liked Y/N.” Keeley said. 

“I do, I…” Jamie said and suddenly it felt like everything was closing around him. 

“Well what you did is not the way to treat someone you love. She was in my office a mess because of you.” Rebecca snapped. 

“What the fuck did you do?” Roy growled. 

All the voices started to blur around him and Jamie could feel his chest tightening up as the air became harder to breath. 

“Hey!” Ted screamed and everyone went silent. “Jamie came in here to talk, and it is only fair to hear him out before everyone starts yelling at him, understood.” 

Everyone nodded but the rage coming off of both Rebecca and Roy was palpable. 

“Alright then, now Rebecca and Keeley I guess you are now honorary members of the Diamond Dogs” When he said this, all the guys, minus Roy, howled and Trent gave a little yip. “Welcome. Jamie continue.” 

“So this morning, when Y/N came in, she came to tell me that she is pregnant.” 

“Oh.” Ted gasped. And after that the room went deadly silent. 

“And when she told me I acted like a complete prick. And there is no excuse and it hurts me to think that I hurt her, but I don’t know what to do.” And his voice cracked slightly at the end. 

“Having a child is a terrifying thing, and you are still young so I can imagine this is quite a shock.” Higgins replied. 

“My age isn’t what the issue is, I just. I don’t think I can be a dad.” 

And suddenly in that instant the whole room understood what Jamie was thinking.

“Oh Jamie.” Keeley said sadly. 

“I mean come on you all met him, I can’t… I can’t fuck up a kid like he did to me. And I know that Y/N is just going to be an amazing mom, I can’t mess her life up as well. I saw what that did to my mom.” 

“Now Jamie just because you dad is… we’ll he’s…” Ted started 

“The biggest bag of pricks to ever walk the earth.” Roy responded. 

“I was going to say difficult, but yes I think your sentiment works too.” Ted replied. “But just because he is that way doesn’t mean you will turn out the same. In fact I know you won’t.” 

“How can you know that coach?” 

“I know because I have seen how far you have come Jamie. When we first met you were a very different person than you are now. The growth you have had in just a few years has been amazing. And being a father is going to change you as well. Trust me I know your fears, hell when I found out Michelle was pregnant with Henry I was absolutely terrified. I was so scared of letting that little boy down. But being a parent means accepting the fact that sometimes you are going to fail.” 

“And luckily it seems you have a very large support system around you.” Trent chimed in. 

Jamie took a moment and looked around at all the people in the room and he couldn’t help but feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude because Trent was right, everyone in this room did care about him in some capacity. 

“I…” He cleared his throat quickly wiping his eyes before any tears could fall. “Thank you.” 

“Now go talk to Y/N before I fucking kick your ass.” Roy said as he patted Jamie on the back, harder than necessary, and sent him on his way. 

As soon as he left the room looked around at each other for a moment. 

“I hope that kid turns out more like Y/N cause I don’t know if we could handle two Jamie’s around him.” Beard said. 

“Oh fuck no.” Roy snapped. 

“Alright well, Diamond Dogs adjourned I guess.” Ted said and Ted, Beard, Higgins, and Trent all howled. 

“Oh good Lord.” Rebecca laughed.

[phantomphangphucker]

Phic Phight - Add Some Spirit in To Better Cheer It!

@thesilentbard @lavendarlily @Silverwing013

We've Got Spirit, Yes We Do! We've Got Spirit’s, More Than Two! We’ve Got Enough Spirits, To Beat The Shit Out Of You!

Paulina had had her curiosities peaked back when Ember McLain, oh my GOD, and the strange pirate child had abducted all their parents. The weirdo trio were not as pathetic as they often acted.

Sure that goth girl -why? Does that girl still think those clothes somehow look good? Ew- was always known to be fit and whatnot, but Paulina hardly cared about that stuff. Strength didn’t equal balance or grace. There was nothing graceful about the goth, the techy, or the freak.

Or so she had thought.

All three moved so well during that invasion, sure it could have been dumb luck, or whatever. But now she was sure it wasn’t.

Freaky Fenton had just done a triple backflip spring off of a wall and into a tree… He did it like it was nothing. Now he’s staring down at her from the tree, with her staring up at him from the base of the tree.

All she had been doing was working on clothing design sketches, she hadn’t expected someone to come bolting out across car roof tops; much less the Fenton boy of all people. She blinks at him before putting her hands to her cheeks, “that was a-mazing, oh mi god!”.

Fenton physically winces, “we’re… having a race”.

Both of them glancing up at the roof tops when a motorcycle zooms by, that greasy-haired -ew- biker ghost flipping them off, “ha! Suck on the distraction, dipshit!”. Fenton standing up on the tree branch without so much as a wobble and sticking his hands out to the side, “go crash into a wall!”.

Paulina shakes her head out, “you were racing a motorcycle on foot?”. That shouldn’t be possible right? Oh whatever, Fenton doesn’t even wobble when he bends down to look at her again.

She’s decided.

She must have him.

“Uh. He gave me a head start? A head start I totally wasted”.

She pouts at him, this was such a waste! “If you can move like that why are you wasting it so much. That’s not cute you know”.

“Paulina, do you think I give a single fruity fuck?”.

Then the Manson girl comes sliding down a pipe from the rooftop, the techno one following while fiddling with a pda.

Oh this was just perfect! She could fill up so many holes!

Jumping up and pointing at both teens, startling them a little, the tech actually walking into Manson’s back.

Poor awareness, but she could work on that.

Paulina making sure to put on a pretty pout, the kind that makes her eyes twinkle, “you absolutely must join the cheer squad!”.

“Hell no”.

“A group filled with cute girls? Count me in!”.

Paulina skips over and pinches the techno one’s ear, “no, bad, teammates are off limits”.

Danny groans from the tree, flopping over on the branch, “you’re talking like this is already decided”.

She turns her head back to the boy, oh silly silly boy, “it is”, and nods curtly to herself. Who were they to deny her? She was moving them up in the world, they should feel honoured.

Manson walks over to Fenton, without even looking at Paulina, how rude. “Says who? You? Like miss shallow puddle? As if. And shut up, Tucker”.

Riiiight. That was the techno one’s name. Silly her. Well why would she bother remembering the names of the lower class? Though if they were going to be her teammates, she should at least try…

Fenton drops out of the tree, humming, “will it get me out of Tetslaufs stupid sports class?”. The goth sounds mad, “Danny! Don’t humour her and her shit!”.

Paulina huffs cutely, “oh let him, I don’t know why you’re not. I’m-”, putting a dainty hand to her chest, “-asking… you-”, gesturing around at the goths… everything, “-to join the cheer team. A privilege”.

The goth snarls, “take your privilege and shove it”.

The tech-Tucker pouts, it’s not a good look. She’s going to have to work on that with him. “Aw but Sam, being surrounded by cute girls sounds very privileged to me”.

“You disgust me”.

Paulina doesn’t not agree with that… he was a creep. But he was a creep that could nearly walk down a rooftop pipe without looking where he’s going or wobbling. Huffing softly at the techno boy before looking to Fenton, “of course, Testlauf will do anything for the team. The cheer squad keeps the jocks happy and entertains everyone, she loves us”, humming, “and Lancer loves cheerleading too”.

Fenton makes a few faces, “right, he used to cheer. Very weird”, leaning back and groaning, “he’ll be thrilled about this, damn it”.

Oh that’s right! Mr. Lancer -most boring teacher evar- had a major soft spot for Fenton. Why? Who knows. She doesn’t care. “Well then do it for him”, fluttering her eyelashes at him when he looks back to her, “pwetty pwease?”.

Sam groans and buries her head in her hands, “we’re doomed”.

Fenton sighs, eyes Manson who glares at him, eyes Tucker who raises and lowers his eyes brows creepily (ew); and sighs again. “Ugh, fine. Why am I like this?”.

Sam smacks him, “dumbass”, then glares at Paulina and crosses her arms, “fine. You win. Happy?”.

Paulina beams at the goth, giggling happily, “yes, very much”.

Dash was going to freak, she can’t wait. She ignores Tucker doing… some kind of ‘dance’ thing. It’s creepy, it’s embarrassing, it’s pathetic. She almost regrets incubating him, almost, but she will make it work!

Paulina practically skips over the Star, “girl you will never guess what”. Star smiles softly at her, so Paulina continues, “that weirdo trio? Yeah totally agile. Like balancing in a tree agile”, putting a hand to her chest, “and I wasn’t going to waste that so guess who’s joining the team?”.

Star gasps, scandalised, “You didn’t”.

Paulina giggles, “I did”.

“No”.

“Yes”.

“Oh mi Zone girl”.

“I know right?”.

Star giggles, “Dash is going to cry”.

Paulina nodding back rapidly with a bell-like laugh, “totally”, waving a hand around, “that Tacket, I think that’s right, is still creepy though, so like, ew”.

“Well no one would date him anyway, so whatever”, Star pushing Paulina’s shoulder gently, “you finally snagged miss ookie spookie, got her to cave instead of being all ‘I am to dark for that’. She’s been perfect cheer material since we were kids!”.

Paulina pouts, that had always bothered her, she had tried many times to get the goth but she finally won! “I know! It was so sad”, pouting more, “there’s no way we can get her to pretty up tho, dios mio”.

Star grins and wiggles, “think we could get Fenton to pretty up”.

Paulina gasps in shock, “don’t make me even picture him in a dress! He has way too much muscle for that! Even if he is still skinny”.

Mr. Lancer startles her a little. Not that she lets him see that. “So I heard you girls recruited Daniel?”. Star jumps a little though.

Paulina turning a blinding smile on the teacher, “yup! He flipped into a tree without even stumbling! I was suuuuuuper impressed!”.

Mr. Lancer blinks and grins, “I’m not even a little surprised by that, good for the team”, grin growing, “hopefully we’ll win cheer state this year”.

Hmpf. The only reason they didn’t last year was because of stupid Emilie, Ellen-high had found a diamond with that girl. Why couldn’t she go to Casper-high instead. Rude. Well whatever, at least no one on of her team was some druggie loser.

… even if the whole weirdo trio were total freaks.

Paulina is almost squirming with joy waiting for the weirdos to show up, the rest of the team can obviously tell she’s excited; which obviously means there’s new members.

Or she was dating someone new, which she obviously was not. She’s preparing for fashion school after all! She has better things to do than boys. Such a sad thing for so many silly boys.

The doors open, the trio walks in, and Casey huffs, “um why are they here?”.

Paulina grins, rounding on Manson, “throw Fenton at the basket ball hoop”.

Sam grins meanly, grabbing Fenton, “now that you don’t have to ask twenty times for”, and hurls Danny at the hoop. He just twists in the air to land on top of the hoop part in a crouch and pouts at Paulina.

Paulina turns back to her cheerleaders, and hums proudly, “see?”.

Bailey puts a hand over her mouth and squeals, “oh my Zone! We are so winning state side!”, running over and poking a slightly wide-eyed Tackor?, “and I totally saw you juggling a laptop! You can so totally lift me!”, putting a hand to her chest, “I only weigh one hundred pounds”.

All of the cheer team responding in unison, “you need to eat more”. Making Bailey squirm, she was much too skinny there was no way it was healthy; and Paulina was having none of that on her watch. Thin may be pretty but bones were not. Plus! You need energy to be pretty and to cheer.

Though there was that one skeleton ghost with stellar hips. But that’s a ghost. Very different.

Manson rolls her eyes at Bailey, “and I agree with all of them”. Bailey pouts more. Mason sighs, “I… have tons of healthy recipes if you care”.

Paulina grins to herself and multiple girls giggle. The goth would come around yet. Plus Bailey looks to actually think about it. Good. Oh yes, very good.

Teckur grins, whispering, “this is gonna be awesome”; Manson swats him over the head.

Fenton flings himself down off the hoop, landing in an easy crouch and sauntering over. If he was a girl and had good hips…. “Okay so look”, making a weird gesture with his hands at them, “I may have done one too many feats of skill, one too many times”.

Sam quirks an eyebrow towards the boy, “‘may have’? Danny?”.

Danny rolls his eyes back, “shush you”, looking back at the cheer team, “and yeah, maybe I just want out of Testlauf’s Hell class. So anyways, hi”, pointing at his face, “Danny. Not Daniel or Fenton”, pointing at Manson, “Sam, not Sammy or Samantha or Manson”, pointing at Tracker, “Tuck or Tucker, not Foley”.

So maybe they didn’t love being called by last names. Fair enough, and she had decided she’d at least try. But did Tucker have to have such a weird name? ‘Tuck’ could be like tuck and roll though so maybe….

Sammy was sooooo much cuter than Sam though, but Samantha was just an old lady name; who names their kid that? Ew.

And Danny was Danny. She only really called him by his last name because the football boys did. Because Dash and Kwan did.

Paulina turning to the team, “okay girls, let’s show the newbies how it’s done”.

What follows is a lot of practice jumps, flips, lifts, simple tosses, splits (that Tuckar winces over), and precisely one double down. It takes almost nothing to convince Tacker and Danny to get involved; even it the techno geek had pouted after being told the girls wore shorts under their skirts (ew), at least Danny smacked him. Then, eventually, Mans-Sam sighed and joined In.

Watching the three of them do a three person human tower, or physically throw each other around seemingly carelessly was a bit scary to everyone though. The level of trust was so adorable! But no way was she letting Danny throw someone twenty feet in the air and having them land on just one of his hands, that would probably get them banned from competitions.

Tracer’s reaction time was no where good enough to be thrown by anyone else though, her having watched Sam intentionally let him land on his butt more than once. Chelsea got kicked in the face and was going to complain about the bruise for weeks, Paulina would too. Very little was worse than a scuffed up, banged up, face; the horror. Danny was going to have to work on getting banged up less, it was so not pretty; he was a boy though so he could get away with it more.

Sam also kept pretending she wasn’t going to even try to provide support or catch and just would not stop frowning… except when someone messed up. She was not going to be great for moral.

Danny though, Danny would be their Emilie… so long as he watched his obviously weirdo strength. Anyone who could lift Charlie one-handed was to be feared. Charlie was charmed, which was bad, Paulina had to glare at the blushing startled poor girl. But also, Danny weighed nothing, actually nothing. Her mom’s crockpot weighed more! He got the same lecture from everyone as Bailey. He blamed his ‘ecto-contamination’ thing, she didn’t believe it, he threatened to eat eighteen mighty meaty hamburgers a day to prove it…

Paulina’s pretty sure that was not physically possible for someone to do. Like, evar.

But he looked like he meant it (he did, he did not gain weight. The second to the top of the tower position was very officially his).

Paulina claps her hands together after about two hours, “okay, great work everyone”, pointing at Danny with a playful smirk, “you can be anything, cool right, totally. Flyer, base, or spotter”, pointing at Tuller? Tucker? Tucker, “you are banned from being a flyer”, pointing at Manson, “and you’re too mean to be a spotter”. Sam flips her off, so unlady-like. Ugh.

Chelsea huffs, crossing her arms, “if Tucker is ever a flyer, I’m quitting”. Earning more than a few giggles and laughs.

Tucker shrugs, “I think I’m good staying on the ground”. Sam glaring, “and I’ll beat you into it if you even try hiding all the uniforms shorts”. Ticker glances away like he actually thought about that, so ew so so ew. Paulina’s putting in an order for spare shorts. Ew.

Star finally, hurry up gurl!, shows up, “speaking of uniforms-”.

Multiple squealing girls interrupt her to run over and hug her; Manson fake gags. Tuck just looks uncomfortable, right didn’t they date for a while? As pity or something? Not that Paulina actually remembers that, since a ghost possessed her body to date Danny. So freaky, so ew, so not worth thinking about. At least he didn’t get awkward around her because of that, hmpf.

After Star’s done patting all the girls aand doing hugs, “okay okay, I love yall too! But we have things to address”. The group gives her room and she eyes Danny and Tucer, “so what are you boys wearing?”.

Sam snorts, “if you think these two idiots are getting away scot free for dragging me into this, forget it. They’re wearing the normal, skirt included, uniform”, waving a hand, “besides, it’s not like they’ve never cross-dressed before”.

Everyone, which was fair because what?, give the two boys weird judgy looks.

Tuck sputters, gross, “hey! That was because you wanted someone to pretended to be you so you could run away to the circus! And I rocked it, I’ll have you know!”.

“Purple is not your colour”.

Tuck makes more ugly faces.

Olivia tilts her head, “but she’s pale and you’re dark, how would that have ever worked?”. Getting three, “people are blind”, replies in return.

Paulina could agree with that, boys especially were very blind; that’s what made them so much fun to tease!

Casey snickers, one hand over her mouth, “so we’re going to get the boys in skirts. Ha”. Sam pointing at her, “hey, clothes have no gender”. Casey rolling her eyes, “riiiight, toootally”, and snickering more.

Danny chuckles, “hey I’m pretty sure last time I went to one of Vlad’s stupid galas in a ball-gown in an attempt to embarrass him, I got more compliments than he did business offers”.

Olivia blinks, “you go to galas with the, like, super rich mayor”.

Danny raises an eyebrow, giving the girl one of those ‘are you dumb’ looks. Paulina’s confused too though, “well yeah? He’s my uncle? I co-own all his businesses? I’m the only recipient on his will?”.

“YOU’RE RICH!”.

Paulina is shook.

Shocked.

How and why?

Sam face-palms, “oh my Zone, really?”, sighing and giving everyone a very judgy, mean popular girl worthy, smile, “how have you not realized that? Even his parents are rich, not Vlad rich but whatever. Heck, all of us are filthy stinkin’ rich”.

“WHAT!”.

“Then why do you hang around with the lower class?”.

“Shouldn’t you be all popular then?”.

“Why don’t you, you know, brag about your money? I’d brag”.

“So you all dress this way by choice?”.

Tuck bends over laugh wheezing, “wow! Honest or what!”.

Danny putting a hand to his chest, “hey, I like my dumpster-chic. It’s comfy and it’s makes Vlad’s left eye do that twitchy thing”.

Casey looks pleased, “wow, you are so petty. I like it”. Danny gives her a goofy thumbs up.

Sam points a thumb at Danny, “the only expensive clothes he wears is tactical Kevlar”.

“Well it’s very good to have, you know, in case I get abducted to be hunted for sport in the wilderness again”.

Bailey blinks, “Again?”.

Right, Paulina kinda forgot that Danny had had a very weird life, and really weird things just kept happening to the boy. This was totally another weird thing in his mind, the lesser class could never appreciate a good thing… even if they weren’t really lower class or whatever. If they didn’t want to be assumed to be lower class then they would act like they were! Hmpf.

Sam sighs, “to get this out of the way, nice to know how little your type pay attention to us, I’m the only heiress of the Manson family fortune since nana Ida hates my parents so they’ll get nothing from her. Tucker is the only descendent of a very wealthy Egyptian Pharaoh that actually looks like said Pharaoh meaning he gets the money. And Danny’s Danny, the weird hyper-fixation of one of the wealthiest men on the planet”.

Danny does jazz hands, “go me! Woo!”, putting a hand to his chest, “we’re rich and we’re hot”.

Sam and Tuck joining it, “they want our money and our bodies”.

At least that gets them some laughs.

Looks and body fitness was, like, ninety-nine percent of cheer after all. So of course she was absolutely after them for their bodies. Wealth never hurt though!

Star shakes her head, before smacking her fist into the palm of her hand, “right, you guys totally haven’t met the team pets yet, have you?”, looking to Paulina, “they totally haven’t right?”.

Paulina almost forgot about that! If Danny was like his freak folks she’d be worried, and she totally needs something to help her ignore them being rich but too silly to be smart about it. Flaunt it! What is wrong with them??! “Nope!”.

Tic tilts his head, “since when did the cheerleaders have pets?”.

Paulina waves him off, “oh only since the last big game, they just showed up and they’re close enough to ravens that we claimed them. Even if they talk funny”. Chelsea could nevar figure out what they were saying half the time, it was so cute.

Danny makes a face, “so that’s a yes to them being ghosts and a no to any of them being a green dog”. Sam smacks him, “oh you’d just love it if it was your stupid puppy”.

Charlie squealing and running over, “you have a puppy! Show me right now!”. Paulina smiling to herself as basically everyone crowds around the weird boys phone. Cujo was absolutely adorable, very green, but adorable with its little floppy tongue and big eyes.

Star laughing, “okay okay, adorable dog, but it’s decided that we’re sticking with everyone wearing the standard uniform, yeah?”.

Sam’s ‘yes’ is mean. Tuck’s is pitiful. Danny’s gets followed up by a finger snap and wink.

And then everyone pulls out their phones to bombard the trio with pictures of the vultures. They just had so many silly ones!

Danny bursts out laughing, falling over, Tuck right behind; even Sam bends over laughing. Sam explaining while the boys die on the floor, “how! How did you! Did you guys! Adopt Vlad’s minions?!”, the goth is actually tearing up, “oh this was worth showing up for”.

Basically all of the team shouts, “THEY BELONG TO THE MAYOR!?!”.

Danny cackles, “oh they’re gonna be so mad! What? Did they get bombarded by Vlad’s obsession with the Packers one too many times? Ha!”.

A grinning Casey just eggs them on, “yes actually. They were curious about the sport, the guys liked their merciless bites, we think they’re better than a raven fursuiter; they didn’t get a say”.

Harley waving a hand, “oh whatever, they keep showing back up anyways so it’s fucking mutual”.

Danny pushes himself up, making Tuck flop over on his side still laughing, “I have absolutely used each and every one of those fez wearing fucks as a piñata”.

Most of the girls swat at him, “stop that!”. Good, they’re bonding. This might work yet.

(The later meeting of weirdo trio and three fez wearing vultures did go less than well. The vultures threatened to peck out Danny’s eyes? He threatened to use their feathers as pillow stuffing. Tuck openly debated how they’d taste with bbq sauce, ew; he was scolded utterly. Sam just glared. The vultures were offended by the weirdo trio joining the team, the team -Paulina- defended their reasonings, Danny gave the vultures noogies, they seemed to accept their fate. Paulina felt very proud of herself).

Ms. Testlauf bursts in, in the manly way she does, with the foot ball team following her, “now this I had to see for myself! You tell me those two pip-squeaks actually agreed to do something physical?!?”. Multiple guys are jeering as well, because of course they are. Tuck scrambles up out of clear fear.

While Danny is busy waving awkwardly Paulina saunters over to Dash and Kwan, who look just so confused, “so? Apparently everyone is still wearing skirts and halter tops”.

Kwan beams, “rock on. The tank tops and men’s shorts ones look awful”. Paulina nodding readily, “I know right?”. Dash actually pouts, “how could you do this to me, Paulie?”; she only giggles at him.

His little ‘crush’ might not mean anything to her here but she will absolutely use this as an excuses to help make a cute little couple. So adorable. Danny would be absolutely swimming in Dash’s varsity jacket.

Testlauf crossing her arms at Paulina obviously wanting her to just get on with it, so Paulina sighs, looking back to her team, weirdo trio included, “alright everyone, time to show off, and I mean everyone you three”. All three groan dramatically. At least they knew how to overact so that people can actually see their faces from thestands. Pointing at the three, “do that really scary double single handed rewind toss”.

Sam and Tuck doing backflips to land in Danny’s separate hands, then he physically throws both of them up in the air, them landing together on one of his hands, each with one hand interlocked letting them both lean sideways. Very illegal. So dangerous. So worth it.

Testlauf points at Danny, “I am mad with you”, while all the boys shout and cheer much at the now blushing teens embarrassment. Adorable. Multiple jocks laugh about how Danny could probably, throw them; Dash looks like he wants to scream.

Sam grumbling as she falls down into a handstand before upright again, “yeah well, I still say black would be a better uniform for a team called the Ravens”.

“Dios mi, never!”.

Testlauf huffing, “why do you never show this skill, pathetic”.

“Don’t like sports”.

“Gym being mandatory is a waste of my free time, I exist out of spite”.

“The entire notion of a graded gym class and the high value placed on physical capability is inherently ableist”.

Testlauf growls at them, they smirk back. Paulina shoos them to go practice/show off with the rest of the team, since their agility and whatever had been shown already. Her then elbowing Star, whispering while eyeing Dash, “you should totally go get some of the spare uniforms”, and wiggles her eyebrows at the other girl.

Star giggles, “oh totally”, and waves meanly at Dash as she heads over to the gym storage closet. Meanwhile, Bailey lands on Tuck’s head, Charlie having to catch both of them; Testlauf barking out a laugh at them.

Paulina nodding at the third successful tik tok move in a row, clapping her hands together as Star pops out of the storage closet with a wide grin, “alright, take five. A few someone’s need to put on a fashion show”. That gets a ton of cheering from the team, the jokes whistle… only the weirdo trio stays silent. Star walking the outfits over to them and shoving them to their respective changing rooms; Sam literally growling the whole time. That girl was such a freak, but she was the teams freak now.

The jocks all start elbowing Dash and laughing at him as soon as the trio are all out of sight; Dash actually shouting, “Damn It Fentwink!”.

All three come back out, wearing the uniforms; Sam looks sooooo pissed that Paulina has to giggle at her with one hand daintily over her mouth to ‘pretend’ she’s trying not to laugh. Tuck is trying to act like he’s rocking it but it’s… alight she guesses? Danny… just looks like he’s used to wearing it, it fits him way too well for a boy.

Dash buries his face in his hands and groans, cheeks a bright pink.

That silly boy was soooo screwed.

(Dash was, in fact, screwed. He stood precisely zero chance against Danny in a cheerleading outfit)

Then Paulina sees Sam see Dash’s blush and the goth grins meanly, “never mind, best worst decision ever”. Seems tormenting a Jock and his silly little crush was all it took to get the goth on board. Good. And incredibly cute. Sam smacking Danny on the back, “go get ‘em, tiger”.

“Sam the only thing I’m gonna get is Vlad trying to get me into college football cheer leading”.

Tuck pouting, “what about me?”.

“I hope an actual tiger is all you get”.

Tacker shrugs, “I mean, if they’re actually a fursuiter…”; multiple people smack him.

Sadly, poor girl, Olivia actually asks, “what’s a fursuiter”. With everyone shouting, “NO!”, at Tuck; Tatslauf laughing loudly.

Fez-wearing Vulture no.1 lands down on Vlad’s desk, “ya shoz watch te next Cazper game”. Vlad barely acknowledges his minion, “as much as I would love to support the locals that have taken you lot in like strays and their not so pitiful attempt at my preferred sport, I am still trying to figure out how to get Fizztle’s stock shares somewhat legally”.

The vulture inspects its claws, “Phantom’z in itz”.

Vlad stops immediately, Daniel was participating? In football? When? Why? How even? Could he use game talk as a bonding experience now? Standing up and pushing the papers aside, “change of plans, there’s a game I clearly must show my support for. I am the mayor after all, and foot ball is a very important sport for voter support and good faith”.

“Yaz, surez. Ya tellz ya self that”.

“I will incinerate you”.

“Ha! I’d like to see’vez youz try!”. Vlad does try it, Vulture no.1 flees, “hmpf. That team treatz uz far better than yaz”. Vlad just rolls his eyes at that.

(Vlad was baffled and utterly filled with disappointed disbelief when Daniel waved to him in a cheer leading outfit. Vulture no. 1 looking very smug from one of the cheerleaders arms, Vulture no.3 looked more murderous when the gunner threw It at the opposing teams costumed mascot.

Vlad spent almost as much time watching the cheer routine, that was needlessly dangerous, as he did watching the actual game. Apparently the crowd loved that even Daniel and that techno friend of his were wearing the female uniform, Vlad had been more so wondering how to explain this to investors someday. The potential bonding with his vulture minions was a net positive, of course.

Daniel also still somehow managed to get hit by a football, him not dropping the brunette girl during that was at least somewhat impressive though. The star quarterback though…. kept fumbling the ball every time he looked the cheer teams way…. young men and their ever distracting crushes messing their lives up. Vlad would place money on the teens ‘crush’ being a member of Daniel’s little group, since being the star player meant he wasn’t normally like this, Vlad pities the boy immensely.

The Raven’s absolutely do not wind up winning, but Vlad could tell the boys were all teasing the quarterback mercilessly; Daniel’s goth friend starts a fist fight with Vulture no.2. But both teams cheer teams all swarm Daniel’s little trio with clear praise. Good, his little heir deserves to bask in praise, regardless of it being from cheering and wearing a skirt… and teaming up with the peons who stole his minions).

End.

Prompts: After a display of physical prowess, Sam gets recruited to the cheer squad. This might be the best, worst thing that's ever happened. Who knew Danny Fenton was so agile? Paulina makes it her personal mission to get him on the cheer squad. The ghostly vulture trio heard enough about the Packers and got curious about the sport, next thing they knew…they've been adopted in by the Casper High football team and cheerleaders.

[pralinesims]

Uhm, hi. Hello?

First of all, I am sorry for worrying some of you guys so much. I truly can't express how grateful I am to everyone sending me messages, trying to get in touch with me, supporting me, etc... I read all of your messages, I will try to reply to them piece by piece. I am so sorry that I can't do that immediately, but currently I am not in the capacity for that. Please forgive me, and know that your words reached my heart, I seriously mean it.

How should I start? Recent months were... Rough. Damn rough. Mentally, I've been the lowest I've ever been in my life. Even lower than usual. Bottom-pit low. It's uncomfortable talking about it, but it was... hazardous, if you understand. Won't say more about it. Around christmas holidays, my depression started getting more extreme. Main catalysts were probably the feelings of abandonment, issues with myself, loneliness + social disappointments, family deaths that happened, experienced sicknesses, world events, etc. All this stuff kept piling up with time, bad things never seemed to end, day by day I felt more awful and wanted to disappear. I also deleted all social media from my phone, plus I changed my phone number. I just was sick of everything.

After a few months of feeling like shit, I thought I would get a little bit better. Nope. Covid had to strike 2 of my immediate family members, and me. Worsening my mental health again, plus physical health after thinking I maybe recovered a bit. This put a real blow to my mental health once more, after desperately attempting for years to not catch it. And it still got me, while being 99% only at home. FML.

That virus lasted 3 around weeks, it was horrid. Had all kinds of different symptoms in a limbo, when thinking it would get better, it got worse again. Coughed like a madman, and still do. Some symptoms don't seem to disappear yet, even after testing negative for weeks now. My asthma got worse aswell, breathing is way harder and I get dizzy real fast.

I still don't feel good mentally at this moment, but at least not as severe, and a bit better to allow myself to go online a bit and interact here a little. Baby steps, right? I can't promise I will be online now all the time, but it's been first for me now since a few months. I realize I have to adjust to this again. Feels nice, and a bit scary too if I'm being honest. Kinda unfamiliar to do social stuff again. I really missed being here, but not being online also felt good. It was what I needed, everything else would have overwhelmed me.

Not everything was completely negative though, during my abstinence, I got into some new interests while trying to stay sane and keep myself distracted & occupied (or you could say, reawakened some old hobbies): I've really gotten into fragrances, baking, collecting dolls, decorating with flowers, and drinking tea. Yes, me. Some might remember my rants about tea tasting like warm water. During covid, after losing my taste and smell senses, I learned to appreciate softer taste profiles. I'm consuming almost every day something that contains tea leaves. Call that growth.

Anyways, thank you for reading this. I don't know how to end this, and this text just doesn't need to be longer. I'm so happy for you having interest in me as a person, and not only as a CC creator and Sims player. Much love to you 🤍

[ellatoone7]

Oblivious Love (Ella Toone x Reader

You checked the time for the millionth time while wrapping your coat around yourself tightly, you watched as the girls trickled out of the hotel, you were getting more and more excited to see your best friend after three weeks without seeing her. Ella came bounding out the doors as you scrambled to get out of the car to greet her, strong arms wrapped around your frame as she spun your around, her laugh echoing in your ear as you tighten your grip.

"God! I missed your annoying ass!' Ella's eyes glistened as she backed away slightly to see your face, "I missed you too, asshole." You giggle gently before hugging her tightly again. Ella's teammates the interaction from afar, "Think they'll ever tell eachother." Georgia asks, watching you cup Ella's face as the two of you catch up, "I mean they've got to know that they're madly in love with each other right?" Alessia adds while Leah scoffs, "Please! They are the most oblivious people ever."

The girls go over to greet you while also saying goodbye to Ella, they all part ways with you and Ella getting into your car. "Feels so good to just relax!" Ella sighs out as you fiddle with the radio, "You know what would feel even better?" Ella quirks an eyebrow at you intrigued, "McDonald's." You giggle as Ella's face lights up, "You know me too well!" You bite back a smile as you drive off.

…

After grabbing your food from the drive-thru, you withhold it from Ella, "You'll get it when we arrive at our destination!" You shout as you swat Ella's pestering hands away, "But I'm starving!" Your best friend moaned as she slumped back into her seat, you giggled before patting her knee gently, "Almost there."

You had found this place while Ella was at camp, normally you had the energetic girl to keep you company but when she was gone you had to find stuff to keep you busy. As you drove up the hill, Ella's eyes widened as she took in the scenery, "When did you find this place?" She asks as she stares out the window, mystified by the new place, "Last week, I think, I get bored when you're not around." You miss the blush that creeps up Ella's neck, as you try to distract yourself from the growing butterflies.

"Are you ready for this?" You ask, looking over at your best friend, Ella nods enthusiastically as she stares at the bag of food calling her name. You drive up the final road until you're at the top of the hill, you have timed it perfectly with the sun setting, giving you the perfect view of the colourful sky. Ella stared in awe as she clamboured out of the car to get a better look, "Oh my god..." You chuckle as you jump out your side with the bag of food.

"That's what I said too." Ella pulled her gaze away from the sky to study your face, you looked absolutely stunning in this light, Ella thinks you always look pretty but she doesn't think she's ever seen anything prettier than right now.

"C'mon you, Let's eat!" You grab her hand, pulling her to sit in the ground before handing her the bag of food which she wastes no time in ripping open, she has her chips gone by the time you even get yours out of the bag, "El! Chill, you're gonna choke." Ella mumbles something with her mouth full as you grimace in disgust.

After Ella finishes her food, she lays flat down staring at the sky. You offer her your last nugget which she scarfs down quickly, "Three weeks felt like forever without you, you know." Ella softly admits when you lay down beside her, "Oh, come off it, El!" You kick at her legs playfully as she chuckles. Ella turns to face you, "I mean it." You laugh again copying her actions to find her staring at you with the most love sick look in her eyes.

"| feel strange when you're around." The brunette whispers while rubbing a knuckle over your flushed cheek, your eyes flutter shut at the soft touch while you move closer to her, your faces inches away. "Do you have a fever or something?" You mumble against her lips not quite touching them yet but so close. "You're my favourite person in the whole world."

"Please, just kiss me." You didn't have to tell her twice.

[dylansslutt]

blossom/ h.s

i dont own the gif!!!

i do however own my writings and all content i create, because my mind never turns off so these our my thoughts. i am not one to condone underage minor sexual stuff predo whatever, however there is a age gap.

people are of age obvi

warnings: mentions of; drugs, alc, smut

summary: you were niall’s younger sister, starting off fresh into the acting agency. being around the boy’s lead to the crush of one of them, what happens a few years later when you two gain some sort of “friendship.”

 growing up under the influence of your highly famous older brother, who was more glorified than you thought was necessary. it led to some really cool stuff as well, getting out of your small town, traveling to places never thought imaginable.

 now you were 21, finally settling in a nice flat in california. niall got the voice, yours could hold a tune but nothing special, of sorts. yet, acting was something you loved and dreamed of since childhood.

 you tried very hard to make sure you made your own way, not using your brother to boost anything. yet, he did help get you out into this type of world.

 sitting on your bed, your laptop in front of you with the new script you received from your agent.  harry’s new album softly playing in the back, smiling softly to yourself.

 harry was always someone you were close with, invited to his family gatherings on occasion, texting or calls when can. even though he was 5 years older than you, your mind couldn’t help but fantasize about him... like every other girl.

 you kept it strict though, always allowing him to just be the “other older brother.” your phone distracts you from your thoughts, seeing the one person you just had on mind.

 “y/n/n!” harry beams through the phone, you prop your phone up giggling. “hairball, ‘ello!”

 he frowns at his current nickname, but quickly pulls the phone closer. “is that my album?” you nod sheepishly, forgetting about the record playing in the background. 

 “it’s really good, harry! i’m so proud of ya’.” the compliment was sincere, you both being a great support system. you adjust your cropped hoodie as he smiles brightly, muttering a small thank you.

“i was told you would be attending the met gala this year.” you couldn’t help but let out the squeal of excitement. instantly grabbing your phone, pulling it closer. “never once, would i think i’d be invited. my manager said that a high fashion designer even wants to dress me on that event!”

 he laughs at your excitement, “i told ya’ darlin’, good things would come. ya’ been workin’ ya’ ass off.” setting the phone back down, you stare back at his reflection.

 “wait, who told ya’?” he rolls his eyes, “make me give my secrets, huh?”

 “i got the list secretly, i like to know whom i’m to be seated with; and your name was there but not as niall’s guest.”

 you laugh at that, “yes, i get to bring me own guest.” your dog jumps up on the bed, coming right onto your lap. “oh well sansa wants to say, ‘ello.”

 she was all in the way of the camera, you shooing her to lay down beside you. “well, do you have a date?” his question was simple, but your eyes widen a bit. you haven’t thought much, maybe bring your friend or whatever. mom wasn’t one for all the camera’s.

 “not quite, do you?” licking your lips, you pull the phone closer. harry was on the couch, lazy stubble and a white tee on. “nope, gemma couldn’t.” you frown at that, you and his sister were besties for sure.

 “aw i’d rather her than you.” the joke was sarcastic but he faked a sarcastic laugh, “ooo fiesty today.”

 “always am, did ya’ expect less?” the tease was building a tension you didn’t quite know why, but you squeeze your legs tight as his dimples show.

 “no, never with ya’.” he clears his throat, looking a bit more serious. “would ya’ wanna go with me? not like that of course, tabloids and stuff...”

 before he could continue a ramble to come, you quickly agree. “of course,  it be nice, ya’ know. instead of being alone or with someone i don’t really want.”

 both of you staring at your screens, happy with the agreement. “well, i got to get these lines down... but text me your clothing style so we can arrange something of sorts to match.”

 he scoffs, “ya’ and this always matching.” you roll your eyes, “hush, because ya’ know ya’ll end up doin’ it.” you pet sansa’s head which rested calmly on your lap.

 “whateva’, talk to ya’ soon, darlin’.” you smile softly at the nickname.

 “bye harold.” and with that you hung up, not even bothering with the lines. more so freaking out at the fact that your date to the event is now your brothers ex band mate...

 “what the hell just happened?” you glance at sansa, who just wags her tail.

-

a few weeks have passed, you and harry’s text becoming a daily thing. yet the energy was different, he was more open, more flirty?

 you couldn’t tell if he was actually flirting, but it was more nicknames, phone calls goodnight, goodmorning text, planning. everything making you long for the older boy even more.

 the met gala was in just a few days, harry was back in la, as well as you just got finished shooting a modeling gig. the time was around 6 in the evening, when you arrived home. sansa was at your best friend’s, dog sitting the baby since you have a busy few days.

 setting the few bottles of alcohol you stopped and grabbed, onto the counter along with your bag and coat. “alexa, play my chill playlist.” you call out to the scary robot, instantly the tunes of bob marley fill the room.

 walking into your bedroom, ridding yourself of the clothes and into more comfortable lounge wear. a phone call interrupted the music. shuffling back towards the kitchen, snooping through to find your phone.

 quickly answering, you set it down on speaker. “hi!” you call out not looking at you even phoned you. “well ‘ello.” harry’s voice calls out making you stop your motion.

 “well ‘ello, harold. what do i owe the pleasure of your calling?” you walk closer, picking the phone up. “im actually outside your door.”

 almost dropping your phone, you shake your head. “wh-no fuckin’-are ya-” the knock comes from your door aswell from the phone. hanging up and setting your phone down, you rush to unlock the door.

 the six foot something man stood infront of your smaller frame, eyes widen in surprise. “what the hell!” jumping up and wrapping your arms around his neck. his hands scoop around your thighs.

 a feeling rushes through you as he walks in, spinning you around softly. his grip tightens before setting you down back on your feet. “i didn’t know you were on this side of town?”

 he laughs softly, “i wasn’t but i wanted to see my favorite girl, before being in front of hundreds of people.” you smile at that turning towards the bought alcohol.

 “well, ya’ arrived on time. i just bought some drinks.” glancing back you notice his eyes on you, and where they were placed. right on your ass, since you didn’t realize you were gonna have company the shorts were your cute short short ones.

 “like old times, we can catch up and drink.” you shake your head, “not like last time though, i ended up sick as a dog!” he chuckles at the memory, heading into your apartment more.

 “i like it, it fits you.” he observes as you pour you both a glass of wine first. walking closer to him, you hand him the drinks. “thank ya’, the remotes are there. i’ll grab the blankets.”

 he gets situated on the couch, turning the tv on instantly going onto netflix. you open the cabinet under the tv, bending over slightly to pull out the biggest blanket for you two to share. his eyes bore onto you as you struggle with the material.

 standing up, glancing at his selection and seeing he chose a scary movie. “ooo finally.” you throw the blanket on him before settling beside him. “i remembered it was my turn last time.” he mumbles as he hands over your cup.

 you hum at that, taking a sip of the wine. “i thought ya’ would forget, bein’ busy and all.” shuffling the pillow a little, allowing yourself to rest against harry. legs now drape across his.  “

 “never.” he pulls you closer.

 “i’ve missed ya’.” you mumble out before glancing up at him, his eyes already on yours.

“i know... it feels so different from not seeing ya’ all the time.” you nod in agreement before taking a few more sips.

 “life has definitely been different for sure...” not even wanting to get into everything. “i never said anything about it, but you were too good for him.” he mentions your ex, timothy chamalet, which ended way over 5 months ago.

you roll your eyes, “it’s fine, trust me harry. i realize right now, im probably gonna be single for awhile, but thats okay.” the movie starts and you focus your attention back on the tv.

 harry leaves it be and downs his wine, as you finish yours. “lift up, i’ll grab us another one.” you obey moving your legs and handing over your empty glass. your fingertips graze each other, eyes locking together until you clear your throat.

 “thank you.”

 “of course.”

 settling down beside you the movie started getting more interested, but you couldn’t get the distraction of his warmth beside you, out your head. and of course now there was a relationship scene.

  clearing your throat softly, taking another sip and lift up. harry’s eyes catch yours confused, “i haven’t ate much today, wanna share a pizza?”

 “yea, sounds great.” leaving his embrace, you turn the oven on allowing it to pre-heat. finishing your wine, you turn and notice the first bottle was empty. a warm feeling rose through your cheeks from the alcohol,  opening the second bottle.

 not noticing harry was now behind you, you jump at the cup set down beside you. “oh gosh.” you giggle hand close to your chest, his deep chuckle matching yours.

 grabbing the bottle you pour you both another glass, “ya’ might as well stay the night. its getting later and i don’t want ya’ to drive super late.” he grabs his cup as you turn leaning back against the counter.

 him infront of you, “i already figured i would.” smiling at his response still settled between him, his eyes staring down at you. you could’ve sworn he flickered his gaze towards your lips, but you shake the thought. he takes a gulp of the wine before setting it back down.

 “my dress will be in tomorrow, i have a fitting in it later. which reminds me i need to text her” you update him on the outfit, rambling on was something he was use too. him only humming in response, staring at you as you take another sip of your wine.

 “you’ll look beautiful, either way.”

 his hand reaches upwards, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear.  eyes connecting with each other. “well thank ya’.” not exactly knowing what to do, since his hand never drops from your face.

 in a stand still, he suddenly moves closer. lips inches from each other, his thumb caressing your cheek. sliding down to toy with your bottom lip.

 “y/n...” he says my name as almost a warning, his voice holding a edge i’ve never heard. the ding of the oven, pulls us away from the most intimate moment between you two.

 “i gotta put the pizza in.” the words were soft, maneuvering from underneath him. you pull the pizza out the box, uncovering the wrapper. feeling eyes on the back of your head, made you fumble nervously with the plastic.

 shoving it quickly in the oven, and turning the timer on. you now face the man that was running through your head. his expression undetectable, only tyhe wander of his eyes.

 “harry, i-” you try to come up with something to say, to ease the anxiousness inside you. “i have a question.”

 the statement threw you off guard, furrowing your eyebrows as he continues. “have you ever thought about us?”

 the swore your eyes almost fell out your head, already feeling the warmth on your cheeks. moving forward, grasping the cup, swallowing half the glass before giving a response.

 “what do ya’ mean us?” nice, smooth play. you were staring at the man in front of you, trying so hard not to be desperate and just jump his bones. he rolls his eyes, “don’t play dumb now.”

 grabbing the bottle, glass still in hand, you make way back over to the couch. “no idea what ya’ talkin’ about.”

 the words were spoken over your shoulder, deciding if he was going to ask such questions... he shall make the first move. you lean over more than needed, guiding your shorts up some as the bottle sets on the coffee table.

 standing up and glancing over at him, he was fidgeting. “fuck it.” the words left his lips and he advances forward; not expecting his hands around your face.

 both your lips smash together, you gasping in shock allows his tongue to enter your mouth. one hand slides down to your throat, holding it lightly in a teasing manner.

 your hands run up his chest landing onto his shoulders, his hands leave your face grasping underneath your thighs. laying you down carefully onto the couch, he pulls away.

 eyes wild, matching each others energy, you decide to take your shirt off. leaving your pierced nipples exposed. his gaze darkens at the sight of them, licking his lips lustfully.

 throwing his shirt off, he leans down cupping your left tit in his hand. before latching onto your right nipple, flicking and sucking on it. your hands fly into his hair, a soft gasp escapes your lips.

 his free hand moves your legs open, allowing himself properly inbetween you. moving it back to hold himself up, he switches nipples making you moan softly. he pulls away slowly, eyes boring into yours.

 “i wanna taste ya’, darlin’.” he mutters against your skin, slowly making way back up to your lips. his other hand now cupping your cunt, leaving you to clench your legs around his waist.

 he pulls his hand away, thrusting his bulge against your heat. eyes watching every reaction. “so pretty.” he captures your lips again, hands going around your waist lifting you slightly.

 a giggle escapes you as he pulls your panties down, leaving harry to stare a little confused. “what?”

 “yes, i’ve thought about us.” you finally confess, leaving him to spank you softly. the feeling felt like something you never felt before, you moving up a little. “harry.”

he hums as his eyes bore into your core, as if it was the first time he’s ever seen a girl naked. “i need ya’ to touch me.” the whining sound that left your lips, gave harry no second thought.

 he pulls you close to his face, him laying flatter on the couch. tongue pressed flat against your clit, sucking and swirling softly. the moans litter the room, your hands back in his hair tugging softly.

“fu-fuck.”

 he grips your waist, squeezing tightly as he moves up his pace. his left arm flattens against your stomach, holding you in place as a finger enters you. your free hand goes against your lips, hips bulking up against his grip.

 “oh fuck, harry.” you moan at the feeling of his second finger slide into you. his lips leave your folds, “ya’ taste so fucking good.”

 you could’ve came right there, but it was quicker than expected when his tongue was relentless against you. his fingers hitting a spot that was perfect, your legs began to shake.

 “ha-harry im-” the loudest, most pornographic moan that you never thought you could make escapes your lips.

 harry’s grip on your thighs tighten even more as you feel your wetness drip down onto the couch. hand flying to your mouth, then clenching the bundle of the blankets beside you.

 breathless and in bliss, you let out a breathe as harry licks you up after you calm down some. wiping your face, he kisses your thighs. alternating between the two. moving upwards leaving trail of kisses before stopping right in front of you.

 his hair was a mess and he looks so good, above you glowing in a small gleam. he smiles down at you, giggling up at him he kisses your forehead. “what?”

 you shook your head, only allowing yourself to stay in this moment for a second. “so much for a long time no see.” his dimples pop as he laughs, sitting upwards more slightly.

 “hey, watchin’ ya’ cum on my face. that’s a good long time no see present.” the words made your face heat up, moving to grab your shirt throwing it on. harry eyes follow you making you push him softly.

 “why are you starin’ mister.” you lean over him slightly grabbing your shorts and underwear. he just smirks shaking his head, you roll your eyes in a joking manner.

 “imma’ go to the loo.” he nods as you walk off towards your bathroom, knowing you needed to pee after being eaten out. also it gives you a second to digest how the fuck this all seem to go down.

  your shorts were balled up in your hands as you walk bare, turning back to catch his eyes focused on your behind. turning you flick the switch, your reflection showing how dishevel you look.

 you grab your hair brush, calming the frizzy mess; as well as applying some lip balm to your swollen lips. glancing at your reflection, you internally scream.

 you’ll be in public view soon with a man who has just made you cum, from his mouth. now he is acting all weird as well, like he might like me.

 there’s no way that’s not possible. shutting the light off along with the thought that you knew was not true. making way back into the living area, harry has the movie back on at the part we last actually can recall.

 the pizza dings, making me beam. i turn to get the pizza but harry calls me out, “stop, sit down and relax. i’ll grab it out.”

 your eyes widen at the sudden nice gesture, neverless you thank him and get comfortable again on the couch. leaning forward grabbing the cup, the touch of the cup on your lips made you shiver.

 your eyes glance over at harry and you knew it, your crush was becoming more. it didn’t matter if you got hurt, you wanted him in a way you thought never possible.

 he holds two plates as he makes way back over, “here ya’ are my lady.” the plate held a few delicious slices. “thank ya, my lord.”

 a small smile breaks way on both your faces, as you throw your legs over his getting comfortable. the plate rested on your lap as you press play on the remote.

  halfway through eating your pizza, a clicking sound from a phone comes from my side. my head jerking towards harry who just busts out laughing at the photo.

 “harry.” you whine, snatching the phone to look. “you can not show anyone that, i look horrible!” it wasn’t horrible but not the best.

 “okay okay, but im not deleting it. you’re too cute.” the comment made you take another bite, trying to cover up the remark you would’ve made.

 after finishing the pizza and wine, the movie was finished leaving the two of you yawning. you stood in the kitchen making yourself a water bottle, turning to sleepy harry.

 “ill make ya’ some water and bring you a aspirin just in case, if ya’ wanna go lay down.” you knew the poor boy was exhausted. he throws you a tired smile before shuffling to your room, as you grab an extra bottle for him to use.

 taking your aspirin right away, you put an extra one in your hand. flicking the kitchen light off, you head into your bedroom seeing harry laying there half sleep.

 “here take this.” you climb into bed, placing the pill in his hand as you give him his water. setting your water on your end table, you plug your phone up and look back over seeing harry’s eyes on you.

 “cuddle me.” he pulls you down, a gasp escapes you along with a small giggle. his arm was underneath your head along with his other around your waist. you felt snug and tight, you press yourself more into him.

 “night h’.” you mutter softly, he kisses the top of your head gently. “night darlin’.”

[farfaras]

Steddie week. Day 4: Familiar / Hurt/Comfort. 1.8k words. Ao3 link.

@steddie-week

-

Steve was having a bad day. Or really, a bad week. He didn’t know when was the last time he got a full night of sleep. This week’s customers from family video were somehow the worst he’s had the pleasure to meet. And he had no idea what he was doing with his life.

It’s always the same thing, after they save the world. He’s left with a feeling of uncertainty and fear. He knew that it’s over, for good now. And that thought shouldn’t be as terrifying as it is.

He was trying to cook before he started to divagate. He got distracted and somehow he managed to burn his hand. Shit.

“Ah! Fuck.” He went to the sink and put his hand under the spray of cold water.

He felt tears coming. It wasn’t even because it hurt that bad. He always had a somewhat meltdown after every brush with the upside down. It’s just, everything felt like too much. And at the same time like nothing. He didn’t know how to fix it, he sometimes thought that he needed fixing.

“Not now, goddamn it.” He just wanted to have dinner and go to bed early. He was just so exhausted. And he was full on, crying now.

He heard the doorbell ring. It probably wasn’t anything important.

It ringed again. And the person outside started knocking too. Steve didn’t really have the fight in him today to try and school his appearance. Whoever was on the other side would have to deal with it.

He went and opened the door to find Eddie. His expression turned from lightheartedness to concern in record time. “Stevie? What’s wrong? Are you okay?” He stepped inside and closed the door. Steve just shrugged and all but collapsed on his chest. Words wouldn’t come out.

Eddie guided them to the couch, they sat down without breaking their hug. Eddie was tracing comforting circles on his back.

Their friendship was one of the best things that could’ve come from the terrible circumstances they went through.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Eddie gently asked.

Steve took a deep breath. “It’s just been a rough week I guess.” He pulled back so he could look at Eddie. Eddie nodded and urged him to continue. “The nightmares have been bad, I haven’t been sleeping much. Customers have been awful, my boss hates me. I don’t know why I’ve also been so caught up in how I have no idea what I’m doing with my life. And I can’t even make dinner without burning myself now!” That was a lot, Steve knew. But even if he and Eddie haven’t been friends for a long time, he somehow felt safe enough to trust him with anything.

“You- Sweetheart…” Eddie trailed off and took his hand to inspect the damage. “I get that. We don’t have to have all the answers right now, you know. And for whatever it counts, I’m always here for you.”

Steve nodded. He knew Eddie got it, got him. Considering how different they were, they were also similar in some ways.

“It doesn’t look that bad but, does it hurt?” Eddie asked, referring to his hand.

“It’s fine. I’ll manage.” Steve wiped his almost dried tears with his free hand.

“I could always kiss it better?” Eddie had mischief all over his face, he wiggled his eyebrows. Steve laughed.

No one had offered to do that since… wait a minute. The situation felt so eerily familiar. He suddenly had a memory rush forward.

~

“Ouch!” Steve cried. He just wanted to get on the top of the tree so he could feel like a giant. He didn’t take into account that he’s never actually climbed a tree before in his 7 years of age. At least he didn’t fall from a higher point.

He scraped his hand when he tried to hold on to a branch. It broke and he fell on his knees. He had scratches all over them now. They were lightly bleeding.

There was a small lake around somewhere and Steve once heard that when you get cuts or stuff like that you’re supposed to clean them, so he ran to the lake.

When he arrived he was met with another boy. He looked around his age. The boy had brown curly hair, his back was turned to Steve so he had no idea who he was yet. It looked like the boy was painting some rocks by the lake. Steve’s never seen someone doing that before.

Steve slowly approached him. When he was near the boy’s field of vision he looked up. His eyes widened. “Are you okay?!” The boy asked, worried. Steve didn’t know him. He’s never seen him before.

“Uh. Yes?” It came out like a question, even if that wasn’t Steve’s intention. He was more preoccupied by being taken aback because of how pretty the boy was. His eyes were huge, and so brown. Steve’s eyes were brown too but they were nowhere as beautiful as his. Steve wanted to memorize his face and then try to draw it.

The boy stood up and made his way to Steve. “But you’re bleeding! Does it hurt so much?”

Steve could recognize a small throbbing on his injuries, in the back of his mind. They were long forgotten though. “Not that bad.” Steve still was curious as to why he’s never seen him before. “Why didn’t I see you in school?” He pointed to the direction he thought the school was.

The boy followed his hand with his gaze. “You scraped your hand too!” He took his hand and pulled it so he could look at it closer. Steve’s heart suddenly beat a little faster.

“You- uh- you didn’t answer my question.”

“Oh! Right.” He dropped Steve’s hand. Boo. “I’m not from here! My mom brought me to spend the summer with my uncle.” He explained. That disappointed Steve but at least they could play during this summer. “But that’s not important! Come here.” The boy dragged him to the lake and helped him clean his wounds. He cupped some water on his hands and poured what he could on Steve’s knees. Steve just dunked his hand in the water. The cold was soothing. “What happened?”

“Oh. I fell from a tree.” Steve told him.

“Really?” He stood back up when he finished what he was doing. “That’s cool! What were you doing up there?”

“I wanted to feel like a giant!”

The boy giggled. Steve felt giddy from making that happen. “Awesome! Giants are so cool! Kinda scary, but cool!”

Steve just nodded.

The boy lit up, it looked like he had an idea. “Hey! I just remembered.” He dug for something in his pockets. “My uncle always gives me bandaids to carry around because he says I’m ‘prone to accidents’ whatever that word means.” He used air quotes to make his point before going back in to dig for those bandaids. “Ah ha!” He held them proudly.

He kneeled in front of Steve and started to put them on his knees. When he looked satisfied with his work he straightened back up. “Sorry, I don’t have enough for your hand too.”

“No! That’s okay! Thank you.” Steve smiled at him.

“I could always kiss it better! My uncle does that for me too, sometimes.” The boy offered. Steve didn’t know what to say so he just nodded.

The boy took his hand and brought it close to his face. Steve’s heart skipped a beat. They locked eyes. The boy placed a kiss right beside his scrape on his palm, not really touching it. Then he turned his hand and placed another kiss on the back of his hand. That seemed unnecessary but Steve wasn’t about to complain. He dropped it and the moment was over.

The rest of the afternoon they spend it together, coming up with different games. They played pretend all they wanted to. Until the time came to go to their separate homes, the sun was setting. They said goodbye and it wasn’t until Steve was back home that he realized he never even asked what his name was!

What was wrong with him? Was he really so distracted by his beautiful smile and eyes and laugh, that he forgot such a big thing?

Steve hoped he could see him again.

-

Holy shit. That was Eddie. The same eyes. The same hair. The same smile. The same fucking phrase again. The same boy from back then, it makes sense. By the time Eddie moved to Hawkins, Steve must’ve already forgotten about that exchange.

Fuck. That was Eddie! His first crush was Eddie? Oh my god, his first crush was Eddie. No wonder Steve developed feelings all over again in such a short amount of time.

“You said that back then, too.” Steve really hoped Eddie remembered. He didn’t know why but that felt important (he did know).

“What are you-?” Eddie started. He looked down at their hands, he’s still holding Steve’s. He looked back up, he seemed to come to a realization. “You- you’re the giant wannabe kid?” He did remember.

Steve lets out a joyous laugh. “Yeah. And you’re the bandaid savior.”

Eddie shook his head in disbelief. “That’s crazy. That was one of the most fun days I had in this hell of a town.”

“I beat myself up for not asking for your name for days.” Steve confessed. He wasn’t sure how much that revealed.

“That so?”

“Yeah, it’s kinda funny but you… um” Steve had to say it, he might never find any other opportunity. “You were kinda my first ever crush.”

Eddie didn’t respond. Steve’s stomach dropped. Maybe he shouldn’t have said that. He started to take his hand back but Eddie didn’t let him.

He guided Steve’s hand to his face and placed a kiss on it. Just like all those years ago.

Eddie dropped his hand to cradle his face. “When I moved to Hawkins and started middle school here, you were my first crush too. But I-“ he paused and took a big breath. “I kind of never stopped.” Steve could see how nervous Eddie was. It was adorable.

Steve smiled at him. “Good.” He leaned in. “Because mine is back, I think stronger than ever.”

They met each other for a gentle kiss. Steve couldn’t imagine how he got here, but he is so glad he’s here, kissing Eddie Munson. If 7 year old Steve could look at him now.

When they parted, they didn’t let go of each other. Instead they just pulled each other close in a bone crushing hug.

“I got you, sweetheart.” Eddie murmured and kissed his temple. Steve felt so incredibly warm. “Not sure how, but we can get through anything.”

“I got you too, Ed.” Steve closed his eyes. Happy. “And yeah. I know.”

And indescribable feeling washed over him. Even if Steve had never felt it before, he knew what it was.

They were home.

[oceansprompts]

adjust pronouns, names, and details as needed... assorted quotes taken from marvel ultimate alliance 3: the black order. part 1 of ???

❝ Well, that's another planet we'll never be able to visit again.❞

❝ Yeah, well, I don't go to museums to read. I go there to steal. ❞

❝ Anyone else would waited to offend their clients until AFTER they were paid. ❞

❝ I'm not anyone else. I'm one of a kind, baby. ❞

❝ Oh, oh, don't you side with them, you overgrown-- ❞

❝ Cosmic Cubes. Nega-Bands, Asgardian Hammers... You know, the kind of stuff people pay big money for. ❞

❝  If I were hiding an object of immense cosmic power, I would want it to look that way as well. ❞

❝ I was going to say "any survivors." But sure... Treasure is always good, too. ❞

❝ Seriously? No welcoming committee? ❞

❝ Over there! Such a shiny switch is begging to be flipped! ❞

❝ Easy to say for the man with the ridiculous boot jets! ❞

❝ If our plan fails, the blood of every being in this universe will be on your hands. ❞

❝ Idiots! Your stupidity may have doomed the universe! ❞

❝ Wouldn't be the first time, sweetheart. ❞

❝ Danger and chaos! Two of my favorite things! ❞

❝ Don't get too comfy, pal. Final destination's right on the other side of this door. ❞

❝ What the frutak was that?! ❞

❝ If we stop fighting for just a minute, we might be able to find a way to fix this. ❞

❝ You will leave here with nothing. Not even your lives. I have felled worlds. Your pathetic attacks cannot harm me. ❞

❝ We weren't tryin' to hurt ya. Just to distract ya. ❞

❝ I think I'm gonna hurl. Oh, great! You're here! I thought we were dead. We aren't dead, are we? ❞

❝ I have felt death. This...is slightly less pleasant. ❞

❝ We are alive. But we could be anywhere in space or time. The Infinity Stones are not plaything ❞

❝ Hey! I did exactly what you said. I saved the items of insane power from the psycho space lady. ❞

❝ You can? And you just sat there listening to us jabber?! Do it already! Oh, great. We save the universe from disaster, but we're the ones that end up in prison?! ❞

❝ I just grabbed the stone and thought of somewhere safe. ❞

❝ What'd I tell ya? You need cell doors disarmed and opened? I'm your guy! ❞

❝ Been to more prisons in more galaxies than I can count. This? This is new... ❞

❝ Nothin' like a good old-fashioned cellblock brawl to make me feel right at home... ❞

❝ I hear ya, buddy. This sure brings back some memories, don't it? ❞

❝ Earth? Huh. I guess home is still my happy place... ❞

❝ Next time you teleport us across the galaxy, try to think of a beach instead! ❞

❝ Not that I'm complainin' ...but shouldn't a prison have, you know, guards? ❞

❝ You put me here! You buried me in a dark cell for life! Now, I'm gonna burry YOU ...dead or alive! ❞

❝ A teleportin' dog? Is this some kinda joke? ❞

❝ Of all the planets in the universe, for some reason, ours is the one that seems to be under attack frequently. ❞

❝ Why are we talking when we could be smashing? ❞

❝ Figures. Just consider yourself lucky that I've got a team of heroes on speed dial for missions of universal importance like this one. ❞

❝ I guess stopping a super-villain prison break is going to be the easiest part of our day, huh? ❞

❝ Is this the part where you bark orders at us then? ❞

❝ Oh, don't worry, little heroes. I have plenty more toys for you to play with! ❞

❝ Magic isn't for everyone. ❞

❝ Only one of us lives through this. Spoiler. It's me. ❞

❝ Free time is over, punks. Time for lights out. ❞

❝ Aw, come on! You have GOT to be kidding me! Let's make this count. I am NOT doing this a third time! Can we make this quick? ❞

❝ Not cool! This is totally what oppression looks like! I demand a phone call, a lawyer, and a fair trail! ❞

❝ When I get out of here, I'm really gonna let you have it! Just give me, like, ten, fifteen minutes to recover, okay? Thanks! ❞

❝ Sooo... What's new? Other than the fact that I totally just embarrassed myself in front of my idols... ❞

❝ Is "Nameless Villain" a common career choice over here? ❞

❝ Yeah, it may rip the timestream to shreds, but you gotta admit, it's pretty flarkin' hilarious! ❞

[artzychic27]

Can we see this: https://youtu.be/Nb7sgIAuECQ?si=w3auY1tDtEVJmDzB, but with the DC AU couples? Like Bat!Zoe and Static!Cosette, Bane!Ivan and Scarecrow!Mylene, Cat!Juleka and Ivy!Rose, etc?

Zoé: So… Cosette and I… We never imagined that we’d meet up and then eventually… Couple up.

Cosette: Our dads know each other. Justice League, and stuff, you know? But, we didn’t exactly meet through them. See, I was on a class trip to Gotham.

Zoé: Terrible idea.

Cosette: Aw, it worked out.

Zoé: It did. Anyway, the Hero Class- total accident, by the way- helped dad and me battle the Joker and his guys. And Cosette-

Cosette: Don’t! Please, no!

Zoé: *Giggles* Cosette saw the Joker pointing a gun at me, got in front of me, and yelled, “DON’T HURT HER!” But… It turns out- *Snickers*

Cosette: Don’t even!

Zoé: It was one of his ‘POW!’ guns! With the little flag? You know those ones.

Cosette: It was so embarrassing!

Zoé: It was sweet, and you were very brave.

Cosette: … Thank you.

—

Nathaniel: So, um... No one thought this would last. I’m a size-shifting villain who gets angrier as he grows, he’s an alien hero who’s able to fly when he thinks positive thoughts.

Marc: *Takes Nathaniel’s hand* But, we proved everyone wrong.

Nathaniel: As to how we met, I was robbing the bank, literally holding a few people hostage in my fist. And as I was tearing the vault door open, this one bursts in and ties a lamppost around my wrist like handcuffs

Marc: And after that, I kept stopping more of his crimes… Tell them why.

Nathaniel: *Blushing* Starlight, quit it.

Marc: Come on…

Nathaniel: … I wanted a reason to see and talk to you.

Marc: He even stopped right in the middle of causing some chaos downtown because Denise came instead of me. It was adorable! He eventually worked up the nerve to ask me out. And, baby, you didn’t have to commit all those crimes just to get me to notice you.

Nathaniel: Can you blame me? I couldn’t exactly talk to you during school hours with your friends watching my every move.

Marc: And yet, here we are.

—

Jesse: When I first laid eyes on Anthony, it was during the DC kids’ weekly Villains versus Heroes battle near the Eiffel Tower. All I wanted to do was belt a myriad of love songs to the heavens when I saw my dark angel!

Anthony: I talked him out of it. Though, I was surprised he picked me out of… Literally anyone. I mean, who wants a Demon for a boyfriend, you know?

Jesse: *Takes his hand* I do. And I always will, my love.

Anthony: You weren’t even the least bit terrified when you found out who my grandfather was?

Jesse: You mean Trigon? Enslaver of worlds? Devourer of a million souls? The most feared tyrant in the universe who could easily wipe out all existence as we know it?… Nope. Not at all.

Anthony: Aaw. *Kisses him on the cheek* You're sweet.

Jesse: Yes, and a bit terrified.

—

Alya: So, Nino and I had just been transferred to DuPont after the... Incidents at our last schools.

Nino: I was in the middle of conning a few idiots out of their lunch money when she walked by, her hair just smelling like lavender.

Alya: You got so distracted that you shifted into several forms until you were just this cluster of different people. It was a mess! And, frankly, kind of cute.

Nino: Only because I had Adrien's dimples, Kim's abs, and Chloé's aerobicized ass, right?

Alya: No, I meant it was cute how you got all flustered over me, idiot.

Nino: Well, who wouldn't? Now, here's the kicker. She asked me out by trapping me in an escape room for three days.

Alya: With food and water, of course. In the end, there was a riddle waiting for him, and he got it on the first go.

Nino: 'There is a fruit, so very sweet! From a palm, it's very neat! A yea or nay sometime today. Palm to palm is just the gate for the fruit is a-'

Alya/Nino: Date.

—

Denise: I first met Simon while trying to stop a bus full of passengers. The brakes just snapped, and it was going all over the road at top speed.

Simon: I was chasing after the bus, but, you know, I’m not strong enough to stop like a… What? A ton?

Denise: Twenty to thirty, actually. So, I’m flying by to help, and then this one- *Snickers* He flew into a stop sign the very second he saw me.

Simon: I was face to face with a literal goddex! A gorgeous one at that.

Denise: Aw, come on. After we managed to stop the bus and save everyone, we just started hanging out more, stopping the DC villain kids together, and one thing lead to another. We started dating.

—

Jean: I had just given the performance of a life time. I had gotten the usual red roses, but then someone tosses me a bouquet of green roses. Guess who it was.

Austin T: I think they know, dear.

Jean: *Giggles* Yeah. But, the first time we met officially was when I was helping Zoé stop Marinette and Adrien from releasing laughing gas out into the city.

Austin T: I lent some assistance.

Jean: He trapped them in a cage that his ring made, and I was like, “What sorcery is this?!” And he went, “No sorcery, just space tech. Hi, I’m Emerald Lantern.”

Austin T: If you think I’m about to choose the most predictable name, you have another thing coming. Anyway, he didn’t know I was the one who threw the green bouquet until he saw the cage.

Jean: I was swooning!

Austin T: It was adorable how his eyes lit up.

—

Rose: The first time we met, we were thirteen, and we tried to kill each other.

Juleka: Nah, you didn’t try to kill me; I tried to kill you. I thought she was stepping on my turf, trying to steal the stuff I was going to steal. Turns out, she was just poisoning a few guys down at some club who have been harassing some poor girl.

Rose: She’s okay now, but anyway, Juleka wanted in on the action, and scratched their faces!

Juleka: Respect women, idiots.

Rose: It was amazing! I had them tied up in my vines, and we both took turns beating them with her sack full of cash!

Juleka: I like to consider that our first date.

Rose: *Kisses her on the cheek* And what a date it was.

—

Ivan: I was bashing a corrupt official’s head against the pavement one night, after I found out he’d done unspeakable things to lycée students behind closed doors, when I saw her hollow eyes from across the street. I was then plagued with the grimmest of hallucinations of that prison. And after a dreadful ten minutes, I found the bastard of a man writhing and screaming as if he were in even more pain. I knew I wanted her to cull pathetic whelps like that man with me.

Myléne: He asked, then I gave him another dose of my fear toxin. When he snapped out of it and didn’t run away, that’s when I knew he was the one I wanted to spend my life with.

—

Brecken: Lemme tell ya, it ain’t all easy being a hero-villain couple. I always gotta act polite ‘n stuff when I’m around her hero pals.

Genevieve: And I must endure his friends’ brash behavior from time to time.

Brecken: Aw, you love ‘em!

Genevieve: Not as much as I love you… And, I guess your clones.

Brecken: Hoo, doggies! I love this gal! Anyway, as to how we met, so me and the fellas, as in my clones, were robbing the bank, and after we cleaned it out, we stopped for a bite as this great diner. And if you’re American, they got some great burgers there, makes you feel right at home!

Genevieve: As he was saying, he and his clones barged in as I was ordering. Seeing as we were in a public space, and we both had not eaten yet, the seven of us occupied a table, and just began to talk.

Brecken: I never seen the fellas so engaged. My darlin’s just got that something, you know?

—

Aurore: Uh, a little about us. My bio dad’s Aquaman, allowing me to breathe underwater and communicate with fish.

Mireille: My bio mom is Black Canary, and I inherited her sonic scream. It’s nice, but I gotta be careful not to scream when I get angry.

Aurore: She’s broken a lot of windows. So, as for how we got together. We were both new to DuPont, and got placed in the Hero Class. It was sort of a program made so we, as the second generation of heroes, could keep an eye on the Villain Class.

Mireille: They’re more chaotic neutral than chaotic evil, but we still keep tabs.

Aurore: Anyway, she had no idea who my dad was yet, so when she saw me at the bottom of the pool one day, she, without hesitation, jumped in, and brought me up for air.

Mireille: I was embarrassed.

Aurore: I was flattered, and I wouldn’t mind her saving me again. You know, from something that can actually kill me. The gesture was sweet, though.

Mireille: I got my favorite top wet.

Aurore: All in the name of love.

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[late-to-the-magnus-archives]

Vast!Jon AU Snippet: Getting Heated

Sasha is experimenting.

The Eye is rewarding her.

Why not? She's not hurting anyone.

Right?

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Sasha is…

Sasha sees the world differently now.

Now that she knows, now that she has a framework that (Explains? Confuses? Ramps up? Simplifies?) codifies everything in life, nothing is the same.

She has forgiven Jon; Elias explained - brand-new baby avatar, an absolutely accidental scare, but nothing she can’t shrug off.

After all, she is the Archivist, and that, apparently, means things.

You will have such powers as I can never dream in time, Elias told her.

And maybe because she just wants to believe him, or maybe because he said this in awe, she takes those words to heart.

What powers, mind? Well. He says she has to find those out for herself. That in the learning, she will grow.

She can do that.

She’s working on it.

Everyone she meets now, she tries to see.

I can’t hurt people like Jon hurt me, right? 

No, Sasha, Elias explained. You serve different patrons, and have very different abilities. Now, those you see clearly will… experience those things they tell you anew - but they do that anyway when remembering to themselves. You aren’t creating new experiences, such as, say, falling while standing still.

She wants to believe him.

She wants to know.

The same thing that drives her to hack her colleagues’ computers - the same thing that has her nosing in drawers or file folders or closets - that thing is blooming wildly inside her like her own perfect garden.

So it was natural to be so curious all these years. So there's nothing wrong with her, after all. Not really.

So. She tries to see. And it is so damn strange.

“He’s already quit, just so you know,” says Tim, pulling her back to the present.

“Hm?” says Sasha, looking away from the neat little old lady two tables down, who has some kind of story that Sasha can sense like smelling fresh-baked bread.

“Danny. He quit at the sports store. Can you believe it?”

“Already?” Sasha baffles. “But he hasn’t even had an interview with us yet!”

Tim sighs with what Sasha thinks of as his Danny Look: it is fond, put-upon, and just a pinch frustrated. 

Sasha shakes her head. “He really does do this all the time. I mean, you said he did, but…”

“The modeling gigs keep him afloat when he’s got no other income. I mean, they could have this instead,” says Tim, gesturing dramatically at himself, “but whatever.”

Sasha giggles. “I think we know look which I prefer.”

Tim grins. It’s a full-toothed grin, eager and playful, and she already looks forward to where it will lead. 

Except that old lady over there, she…

It’s going to distract, and Sasha has had enough. “You sure you’ve got this one?”

“You got the last two. Gotta let me get this check or I’ll cease to be a man.” And only Tim could say shit like that without any real meaning behind it, making it funny, not sexist.

Though she wishes he wouldn't say shit like that, even if it is funny.

She does like Tim. A lot. If only he were a pinch more serious -

That woman is calling her.

“I’ll meet you out front. Girl stuff,” says Sasha.

Tim salutes her and heads off to pay the bill and wait outside, hands in his pockets, positively sauntering.

Sasha goes to the old woman.

The woman is finely dressed; her short, silver hair is neat. Her jewelry is expensive. Her makeup is on point.

She is hiding something terrible, and this close, Sasha feels… strange.

Like she’s losing control of exactly what she’s going to say. “Hi.” She sits. 

The old woman opens her mouth, maybe to protest - then meets Sasha’s eyes and goes completely still.

There is energy between them, flowing, and neither can close their eyes. “Tell me your story, Elizabeth,” she says, thrilling over the fact that she just knows this person's name.

Elizabeth does.

#

Tim waits outside. 

He waits.

He checks his watch.

The absolute last thing he wants to do is rush a lady in the bathroom, so he waits some more.

At the ten-minute point, however, he thinks something might have gone wrong, but just as he turns to re-enter the restaurant, Sasha comes bursting out of it.

She’s flushed. Her eyes are sparkling. She looks…

The look she gives him is, in a word, ravenous.

Tim’s struck dumb. That doesn’t happen often.

Before he can recover, she flings her arms around his neck and kisses him deeply in front of the whole world.

She’s groping him, too.

And he -

Her eyes are open the whole time, and he can’t look away from them, can’t blink, can’t think.

She breaks the kiss. “Home. Now.”

“Yeah,” he breathes, and keeps staring at her, unblinking, as she pulls him toward a passing cab.

[iluvchanniesposts]

rendezvous

[[bang chan]]

pairings - chan x reader

genre - soft, fluff, angst.

the longest day had occurred and all you wanted to do was flop down into bed and join your thoughts in a deep slumber. unfortunately for you, your mind was awake and pondering. earlier on in the day, you had heard the boys speaking about how chan loves hugs and skinship so much; but no one hugs him much unless he hugs them first. for a while, it hurt your heart a little. the man you had a crush on for the longest time felt lonely but didn’t even speak a word of it. you debated for the longest time whether you should knock on his door and keep him company, but also didn’t want to be a pest. he never showed signs of having reciprocated feelings for you, but spending time with a friend couldn’t hurt. only felix knew about how you felt towards chan, but being the loyal friend he is, he never mentioned any of it to him.

you sighed and placed the back of your hand on your forehead, still in debate with yourself whether you should see him or not. boredom took over though, so you grabbed your phone from the nightstand and started scrolling through social media. a little green dot appeared next to chan’s name in order to say he’s online. you were contemplating messaging him just to start a conversation, but it felt too intimate at this time of night and nerves took over. you sighed and placed your phone back down, only for a split second though, because it pinged with a message. “hey. it’s unlike you to be awake at this time.” chan. it’s like he read your mind. everyone else was asleep; and it felt like you two were the only two people in the world right now. goosebumps painted your skin from the slight breeze coming through your cracked window; but you were certain they were from chan. “just thinking about things i guess :).” he read your reply straight away as if he was sitting on the chat, waiting. “me too. i’m still working on some things.” his response told you he was busy, but he can’t have been that busy to be messaging you. your thoughts were some sort of courage, because you got dressed and walked through the hallway to his room. you knocked on the door a few times before hearing his faint approval for you to enter. you peaked your head in first, to see him sitting at his desk with earphones on and comfy clothes. the way his grey shorts stuck to his legs defined his muscles perfectly, and the way his loose white shirt brought out his tan made you gush inside. “hi, it’s just me.” you entered shyly as he shot you a sweet smile. “what brings you here?” he took off his earphones and spun his chair to face you. “here, sit here.” he pulled a chair over for you, only to sit right next to him. “well we’re both awake and bored so i thought i’d come and keep you company. only if that’s okay with you of course, i don’t want to distract you.” you put your hands up in surrender but he just laughed. “no you’re good. it’s nice to have company at such a late time.” he scratched the back of his neck and looked at his feet. “so, what are you working on?” the small talk you tried to pull off seemed to be working since he started rambling on about the new music they’re producing and all the backing vocals he had to add in. you nodded your head at his sudden speech, not even realising you were staring at him the whole time. “how do you do it, chan?” you were in complete awe. he works so hard for the boys and himself but doesn’t give himself enough resting time. “how do i do what?” he was confused and intrigued by your sudden question, looking further into your features. “well, you’re amazing. you spend all day babysitting seven boys, tire yourself out with new dance routines and recordings, then you do a lot for your fans like chan’s room and stuff, then stay up late producing. are you okay lately?” your words seemed to have made him blush, because he was now fighting back a smile and looking everywhere apart from at you. “i mean, yeah. i’m tired but things have to get done.” he shrugged like it was nothing, but it only worried you further. “i’m worried about you. you need time for yourself too.” you looked at him sympathetically as his smile dropped. “yeah i mean, it’s hard you know. having to make sure everything is perfect all the time when i’m barely perfect myself. it does get on top of me but that’s what i signed up for when i decided to become the leader.” his stubbornness was evident, not even realising how over worked he is. “did you even eat dinner today? when was the last time you ate?” you already knew he skipped some meals on some days, purely because he had no time. but he’s in no way to be skipping meals recently. “uh, no i didn’t have dinner. but i’m not really hungry.” the topic of food must have made him a little bit peckish, because his sentence was followed by a small grumble in his tummy.

you rolled your eyes playfully and got up out of your chair. you left before he could even ask where you were going, but you shortly returned with a tray full of freshly baked goods that you and felix made earlier on. “snack on these. if you don’t i’ll literally shove it in your mouth myself. you need to eat.” you placed the tray onto his lap and it looked like his eyes had seen the moon. he whipped his head up with a bright smile on his face and started tucking in to the cookies. “mmm. wow. these are incredible!” you knew he meant it seeing as he was literally talking with his mouthful. even the smallest things like this made you laugh and happy, but also sad knowing he doesn’t feel the same way towards you. your thoughts made your smile drop a little as you stared into space. “hello? earth to you.” he waved his hands in front of your face as he snapped you out of your daydream. “sorry! fell into a daydream haha.” you laughed nervously as took a brownie from the tray. he had cleared off nearly all of it. “you must have been hungry!” you took the tray from his lap and placed it on the desk behind you. “i was starving but too stubborn to admit it. thank you, honesty.” he looked back at his screen with a lingering smile on his cheeks. “you don’t have to thank me, chan.” you laughed as if he was ridiculous, but his expression turned serious. “no, i appreciate it. i can’t remember the last time someone took care of me like that.” he nodded and your cheeks flushed red. “oh.” is all you could respond. “you must be tired, no?” he questioned without even sparing a glance from his computer screen. “mm, a little, but i don’t wanna sleep yet.” you shrugged your shoulders. “you never stay up this late, though? something must be wrong.” his small attention to detail made your heart flutter but you knew you were only getting your hopes up. “maybe. but i don’t really wanna talk about it.” you sighed and spun side to side on your chair anxiously. “okay that’s cool. but you can talk to me about anything, yeah?” his hand on your knee gave you butterflies but you tried to hide it. “you’ll sleep soon too?” it came out more like a question but it was whatever. “i’ll try. my insomnia plays up when i have a lot to do.” he chuckled and you nodded your head. “i can leave if i’m stopping you get sleepy?” you started to worry now; about being a burden. he shook his head no drastically and literally asked you to stay. “okay i’ll stay. but we have to sleep soon it’s already 2am.” the light of your phone lit up his features as he smiled at your screen. “cute lock screen.” he teased. you initially had it for his birthday, whenever a members birthday comes up, you change your lock screen to a selfie of you and them. but the one of you and chan stayed there for a while even after his birthday. “oh, yeah. i forgot about that.” you sniggered and put your hand over your mouth. “how did i get such the privilege of being your lock screen?” he laughed and you froze at his words. privilege? “what do you mean? haha” your palms became sweaty as he stared into your eyes. “i like you. you’re different and cool. and you take care of me. i just like you.” he spoke like it was the easiest thing in the world. “don’t look so nervous. i know you like me too so you don’t have to pretend.” he laughed and your jaw dropped. “how did you-?” he cut you off. “you know you are so obvious with things. besides, i heard you talking to felix. i’ll have to punish him for not telling me before.” he joked and laughed but you were still embarrassed. “don’t be embarrassed. i just didn’t say anything yet because i was waiting for you to confess first, but you’re too shy and cute to so i thought id make the move.” he squished your cheek between his finger and thumb. “i’m quite relieved actually.” you laughed and put a hand on your chest.

“i wanted to do this for so long, but thinking you’d find it weird stopped me. now i know you like me back, i’m just gonna do it.” you stood up and engulfed him in a tight hug. it didn’t take long for him to reciprocate as he wrapped his arms around your waist. you stayed there for a while, swaying side to side to the music he had playing on his tv. as you pulled away, he sat you down onto his lap, his arms not leaving your waist. “you don’t know how much i needed that.” as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, butterflies erupted in your stomach.

[assortedvillainvault]

It's a bit of a random question, but I'm simply curious, how did you start falling in love with the Horned King/what's your origin story with him? Only if you want to share it of course^^ Feel free to also just generally gush or ramble about him!

(also btw I think it's awesome that we share him as an f/o now, I think subconsciously I already knew for a while that I'd fall for him eventually, it was just a matter of time he's just too gorgeous💕)

Ok this ask has given me the warm fuzzies for several weeks so thank you and I guess I should probably answer this now huh -

(also every time someone else pops up who f/o's him I'm Absolutely Delighted and am so glad I helped facilitate your decent into lich simpery)

I'll do IRL and self insert shenanigans, so IRL first:

- the first time I watched the black cauldron I'd be ...about 8 or 9?

- one thing you sincerely must understand about me is that I am, unapologetically, unequivocally, unexpectedly....a weenie.

- much as I adore the spooky and the strange, any film that veers into remotely scary territory, or horror in general, that shit scars me down to the cellular level.

- Power to everyone who can disengage/absorb that stuff healthily because I sure as fuck don't and doubt I ever will. Anyway.

- mum buys me the black cauldron and thinks nothing of it. It's Disney, right?

- anyway yeah uh suffice to say boy golly gee I'd never seen *that* many skeletons animated before. Think my little brother started crying at some point.

- but honestly, something about the films mad dichotomy of attempted cutesy fantasy with grim dark backdrop and off kilter humour enamoured me. And I found myself wanting *more* of the dark parts of the film.

- (still early the full cauldron born scenes were cut. So goddamn salty)

- the Horned King became a lynchpin of fascination, something about his eerie voice, his apathetic yet menacing mannerisms and his degraded appearance really drew me in. Esp his summoning and death scenes.

- I think I started drawing skeletons soon after and they're still the easiest thing for me to draw.

- over decade later when I was depressed as all fuck, I rewatched the film and found myself only really enjoying his scenes, in part because he was the only relatable villain to me at the time. (Eternally tired, quietly dramatic, quick to anger and dismissal. A smorgasbord of things to distract myself from feeling like I was actively decomposing too at the time. Brains are wild.)

- now I like to imagine quietly helping him get to a better place same as I've managed to do :) who needs therapy when you have imaginary lich time.

As for self insert funky times:

- rather than imagining myself in the dark ages, mostly because despite living in the UK my knowledge of that time period is just awful, I imagine a modern setting

- crucially tho the events of the film still happened exactly as shown.

- in this setting my s/I has moved to Wales and accidentally rediscovered the -broken- cauldron, and the remains of the castle. Time itself rusted the old thing and it cracked, letting HK's disheveled soul slip free.

- my S/I is an amateur ecologist, with interest in geology and paleontology and history. (So just me. Straight up me. I can't even pretend here) Once she figures out she's effectively haunted, HK's presence is akin to a field day.

- will she attempt to resurrect him properly? Eh who knows. Maybe. I'm a real fucking sucker for ghosts, esp partial possession or soul bonds.

- magic exists still in this setting, it's just mostly forgotten and thus dismissed. Of course my s/I has latent magic because of course, and I love the idea of HK teaching her as a pseudo bonding activity.

- love just watching HK be bamboozled and overwhelmed by the modern world too. Show this lich a toaster someone-

- very low stakes very chill, just two lonely fools trying to rebuild their 'lives' together. Probably the most weirdly cottage core of my selfships if I'm honest. With more dead things.

So yeah that's pretty much it! Thanks again for the lovely ask, and feel free to tag me in anything lich related 🥰

[mewtwoandme]

I dont know if this is going to come off as ingenue but I just wanted to say thank you for making this amazing blog series. It always puts me in a good mood and it's gotten me through loads. I hope you get the rest you need because you deserve it.

Aw thank you :3 I'm happy my blog was and is able to pull you through some rough patches and continues to do so

Thats basically what its for, I always hope that when people are going through difficult times, especially the way the world is right now, they come here, see my stuff, and it provides an escape or a necessary distraction from rl. And even if they're not, I still hope it provides some good laughs and/or tears, depending. XD

[brokenmusicboxwolfe]

Sorry about this, but it’s is me moaning again.

I dunno. I am so worn out.

Everything is broken or breaking. Everything needs work. I can’t afford to fix or replace anything, and the basics of things like “shelter” are getting rather conceptual rather than real.

My body is failing me, and has so much wrong at once I don’t even think my standard answer to how I’m doing of “surviving” is true anymore. Like, the clock is ticking on when I break down for good. It can be summed up as: on physical/health level a pretty bad.

I need proper exercise, like not working on stuff, but like my walks in the woods. I miss the woods. I used to go every single day, and now I haven’t even been managing once a week!

I don’t have time for just being with animals, so they only see me when I feed them or give them medicine. I feel guilty all the time.

You know, I haven’t taken pictures of my sculpting for over three weeks now. I haven’t even taken a single photo in a week…a WEEK! ME! Who had been taking 5,000 photos a month! I carry my camera but I never have time or energy or focus or…I dunno, I just don’t care.

I haven’t gotten any sculpting ready to sculpt with. This little bit of old stuff will take forever to grind back into usable, and if I didn’t have to make an Easter gift for Mom I think I might just give up. It’s no fun with sculpey that crumbles and won’t stick, that has given my thumbs and fingers huge calluses, and I’ve no energy to waste making this god awful crap.

But I’ve gotta make something for Mom. I have no ideas and awful sculpey that won’t even let me attach ears on a damn rabbit! I’m really stressed about this…

Long ago I gave up writing except for my nightly journal entry. Even that has gotten to be more of a laundry list of my day since my life got too wrecked for contemplation. I haven’t missed a night since I was in my late teens, but for the last five months I’ve been falling asleep writing almost every single night! It’s gotten so bad that I am falling asleep before I finish writing about even my morning.

Then I wake up, at 3 or 4 am with a light burning my eyes, ink all over me, an a deep sense of fear and despair overwhelming me. I lie awake for hours, desperately trying to distract my brain from feeling like I’ve fallen out of a plane without a parachute.

Six hours of sleep. No matter how early I go to bed, or late I lie in, I can’t seem to get more than 6 hrs of sleep! I dream about sleep when I actually do dream.

I miss dreams. Proper dreams. I used to have the most amazing dreams.

I also miss daydreaming. I used to do that ALL the time. My hands could be busy but I could still conjure other worlds. . I loved being cozy in bed just so I could imagine, and now I lie there and worry. I can’t even daydream in that most perfect of settings!

Hell, I can’t think. As a child when people asked my favorite thing to do I’d say “thinking” first. Now it’s like there is no space or energy left over. Am I getting stupid too? I feel like I am. I certainly can’t focus.

That includes focusing on movies. I used to watch a movie every single night. Now even when I watch one I feel like it slides right out of my head. I “watch” it enough to tell you the gist of the plot but it’s like a partially over heard voice rather than a conversation.** I do a lot of “I think I’d like it, but I need to rewatch it when I can actually, you know, watch…”

I keep forgetting things. I understand why. I have soooo many things to do, new things get added every damn day, I have only one me to do it all, and this me is exhausted. Of course I forget things. But it still bothers me.

Today I remembered I had forgotten the new book to start reading Mom. I’d left it at her house yesterday, having picked it out before spending the next three hours working on stuff. So I went around there to get it to read it when I called her, but it turned out I had also forgotten where I put it. (In my defense, I’d set it on top of a stack of stuff I’d been sorting out, and when it fell over I’d been too tired to pick it up right then. It was kinda out of sight, out of mind under the pile) Then, when I went to call Mom it turned out I had forgotten to charge me phone! So today Mom never got her call because I’m a forgetful idiot!

I’m terrified I am going to forget to pay this one bill by the end of the month. I have to save the money for it out of my grocery funds, so it’s going to be after next week’s shopping trip before I can pay it. Until then I have it set up on the stove, which, yeah, is a bit of a hazard, BUT at least I have to look at it every day.

I have to look at it every day. My chest tightens when I look at it. And this is a doable bill! I just have to spend a few weeks with mac-n-cheese or bean soup. Imagine what it would be like if I had gotten the car worked on, like I need to, or if I went to a doctor, like a normal sensible person would do?

Sorry. I don’t suppose there is a point to all this. I’m tired, I feel rotten, my life is getting more precarious by the day, I am mostly not doing any of the things I enjoy, and not having fun when I try to. I have no money or energy or time. And, being isolated and alone in all this, I vent on my silly blog where people are trying to enjoy two year old snow pics without having to put up with my constant whining!

LOL/**sobs**

(And now I’m thinking of all the asks, comments, and messages I haven’t replied to yet. Geez! That makes inflicting this on you folks even worse!!)

**Movies are like conversations, at least if you do it right. Watching isn’t a passive experience as you let yourself go “into” the movie. It doesn’t matter if you hate it and mock it, or adore it and are inspired. Your watching reacts. You aren’t watching the “same” movie as the person sitting next to you, because you bring your experiences, personality, and so forth to it. The object of the movie is incomplete without a viewer, but each viewer completes it with themselves. Not explaining this well….