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umeoniii · 1 year

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aot men beige flags

eren, jean, reiner , levi , armin , connie

!: sfw

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eren:

☆ makes weird voices.

high pitched, low pitched, shaky he doesn’t care.

like sometimes as a bit he just uses weird accents and stuff.

he’ll speak like a caveman for one day.

“me want ooga burga” he’ll scratch his head like one too

and you’ll just stare at him like, “this mfs crazy” bcs literally wtf is he on about?!

the next day he’s trying to sound french

“oui oui mon amour”

and he’s wiggling his brows and has his imaginary mustache in between his fingers.

☆ his next one is he’s kind of oblivious to a lot of things.

you can pull out the ugliest outfit known to man to test him and he’ll say “that looks so good baby”

not bcs he’s setting u up. no, because he doesn’t think that lime green ripped jeans and a orange cropped hoodie look bad together.

you’ll have to show him what fashion looks like and he’ll get better as time goes on.

jean:

the tickle monster.

☆ when you’re around him u have to watch your back. he’s serious about it.

u can have a super cute sentimental moment with him and he’ll pull it out.

“i really love you baby.” you’d say

“who else do you love, because i know you’re cheating on me with him.”

and you’re like WHAT.

“with who?!”

he’d pause and stare at you for a few seconds.

“THE TICKLE MONSTER!”

and he’d tickle you until you can’t breathe and almost pee yourself.

and after that you don’t trust him but then proceed to slip up multiple times.

u guys are gonna hate me for this next one…

☆ he does “the face” when he’s gonna kiss u

u guys know what i’m talking about

“the face guys make when they go in for a kiss”

his isn’t horrid, only because he’s attractive

sometimes he actually over exaggerates it to piss you off.

it’s not super horrible but it’s giggle worthy

reiner:

☆ he’s a cringe bf. unironically. it’s sweet but not all the time.

by cringe i mean “i just found out about periods, god it must suck to be a beautiful goddess :/.”

or he’s like

“hey! tell you’re period it can’t hurt you like that, it’s not cool!”

☆ he’s also a scaredy-cat.

behind all that muscle is a big baby.

he jumps at scary movies even when he knows what happens next.

cannot play something like fnaf with him

he will throw the phone and scream like he got stabbed in his chest.

he’s probably still scared of the dark but it’s kind of sweet idk. he literally cuddles with you at night like a mother and her baby. you’re practically holding him like a frail little princess, except he’s kind of the exact opposite.

this is actually kind of cute though..

levi:

☆ now his beige flag is that he can be SUPER sarcastic. ik he is.

he’s super snarky and sassy.

like he’s the type to tell what’s considered a ‘corny dad joke’ but instead he’d say it with a stoic face.

like if youre talking and couldn’t remember and say something like “remember when umm…” and you just sit there and think, he’d come back with “no i don’t remember when that happened”.

he wouldn’t laugh or anything.

i feel like that’s why it’s funny. he could make a childish poop or fart joke and it would only be funny bcs he looks like this 😐

he would own a stupid t-shirt that says something like, “find your patience before i lose mine”.

☆ he’s a karen as well. he’s not super bad but like at restaurants and stuff when his foods not right or the tables are not bussed…

i’d be in the bathroom crying my mascara off if i was his waitress

armin:

☆ he’s scared of animals.

this includes typical house pets like dogs or cats.

it’s bcs “they don’t speak , so you’ll never know what they’ll do next.”

his fear stems from one small thing that happened when he was younger.

a cat jumped onto his lap.

he thought it was trying to attack him and so he screamed and the cat got scared.

that’s it.

he can’t even visit the zoo because he’s scared the animals will break out. (he’s super serious about it, it’s not even something he jokes about)

he’s tried to like animals and it worked for a while.

until the dog started to play a little too much to his liking.

☆ also he just randomly informs you of random facts.

completely random.

you could be on the toilet and he’ll come in the bathroom like, “a shrimps heart is in its head…”

no “did you know?” or “isn’t it cool that?” he just says it.

if you ever go onto a game show you’ll probably win it with all the useless knowledge he’s given u.

connie:

☆ you could tell him the most god awful thing happened to you and he’ll be like

“wait, this reminds me of something that happened in something i just watched.”

he’ll proceed to whip out his phone and show you the tv show, news report, tiktok. whatever it was he saw.

this tends to happen to every experience that you have.

you could be held hostage and they’ll call him for ransom and somehow it reminds him of this one part of a tv show.

sometimes it’s funny sometimes it’s not.

☆ he sleeps like he hasn’t slept since the day he was born.

he hops into the bed and sits there for 1 minute before he starts snoring aggressively.

he looks dead, like actually…

sprawled out and snoring with his mouth open.

one time he slept with his eyes wide open and you shook him awake panicking.

he belittled you and was all smart and cocky saying “i would never sleep with my eyes wide open” even though he did.

he sleeps to the rain sounds with the thunder. but sometimes is so sleepy and forgets about it.

tagz!🐬: @hangesgirlypop , @yiugen , @heartshapedtearss

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a/n: heyooo! b4 u guys request it, im doing girls next ;). i just think this trend is the cutest thing ever, plus it feels good to write fluff. also im actually getting back to requests. like frl this time, i’ve been grinding non stop all night so i could be done by hopefully friday. feel free to request cute things u guys, i will absolutely write it! and also feel free to request other characters, i feel like u guys don’t request them bcs u guys don’t see them and so u think i won’t do them. trust i probs will!

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chrollohearttags · 1 year

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doordasher!eren seeing you have a bad day and trying to make it better because surprisingly, he isn’t an asshole all the time 🥹😭

content warning: mentions of PMS, depression and a little sadness. He’s a sweetie pie in this.

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he had been running deliveries all night. Back and forth between various restaurants, dropping off orders to all the customers who had requested all types of things. From five Mexican pizzas for a bunch of college kids to happy meals for a couple of fussy little ones, needless to say he was busy and was being kept on his toes. However, he couldn’t help but think about his favorite patron..

it had been a few days since he’d seen (y/n) appear on his radar and he found it quite strange. Even though the two of you constantly bickered, mainly because of his slick ass mouth, he had developed quite the soft spot for you. Oftentimes worrying and thinking about you off the clock as well. And tonight, he couldn’t help but get you off of his mind. Driving around aimlessly, awaiting his next job when he decided to pull into a gas station for some smacks of his own. It was as he was scraping up to the counter in his sweats and slides, placing a Peach Faygo and plain Lays on the glass top when he got a notification on his Apple Watch, which he was using to pay with. ‘You just received a new order from (y/n)!’ But he was a little surprised to see it differentiated from your usual. It was from Walmart..tissues, chips, ice cream, and some Tylenol. However, before he could accept, he’d seen that you canceled. Which caught him off guard. What could that have been about? He’d thank the clerk and then dart back to his car where he’d do a little digging. His initial thought was that you possibly could have been on your period and didn’t want some man picking up your personal items but he’d retrieved far worse than some Maxi Pads and Mydol during his tenure here. He knew that you and Connie, another fellow dasher and one of his best friends were pretty cool so he’d hit him up, wondering had he heard from you. He was very much aware of you guys’ little ongoing rivalry, having known each other for about six months now so you weren’t exactly strangers anymore; had even hung out and smoked with them all and as funny as he thought it was, he had some advice for Eren..

“Ion know, bruh. I wouldn’t bother her right now. She’s been having a rough couple days so she’s been actin a lil’ different. I tried to check in on her but she don’t wanna talk. Imma just give her some space.”

but that wasn’t his style! Annoying as he was, he was an even bigger softie. If someone he knew or cared about wasn’t doing well, he’d do whatever he could to make sure they were feeling better by the time he was done. Despite Connie’s advice, he’d crank back up and peel out of the parking lot, headed to the superstore to pick up your requested items…and a few other things! Meanwhile, you were sitting in your two bedroom apartment..glaring out of the window with a rather gloom expression on your face. Watching the light rain fall underneath faint glow of the street lights as you worked tirelessly at your computer. Feeling a bit jaded and ready to clock out. Truth was, it was a gnawing feeling you had been experiencing for days. Stuck in sort of a rut and without direction. Everything was beginning to feel a bit mundane. Living alone in this apartment with hardly any visitors, you were left only with your work and lonely thoughts to get you by. Even tonight, you didn’t feel like eating much; cancelling your order before you’d waste someone’s time or that brunette nuisance could show up at your door, ready to be a pain.

if you were being completely honest, even arguing with him didn’t feel so bad right about now. Anything not to feel so isolated.. little did you know, he was already ten steps ahead and en route; hoping to bring that frown to a giant smile. Scouring the aisles of Walmart, searching for anything he’d hope you like. Ice cream, tissues, chips..all as you had requested. But he needed more. Something to truly lift your spirits up.. “What do girls like when they’re sad? Teddy bears? Candy? Liquor?..hell if I know.” Muttering to himself, even with passing patrons glaring at him as if he were crazy. But he was actually talking into his AirPods, trying to consult his friends who were on a FaceTime call with him. They couldn’t help but laugh at how he was going to all these extra lengths just to see a customer smile. Even taking the expense from his own pocket. After a little more intel from Connie, he had learned how stressed you had been with your new role. A promotion that came with nothing more than a larger workload and a slightly bigger pay raise. Which truly wasn’t worth it by the time you factored in emotional and manual labor. So this was definitely what you needed. “Ion know but I think somebody got a lil’ crush on my homegirl.” Connie blurting out to make the others burst into laughter, teasing him relentlessly. Just the sheer mention making his cheeks glow red. “Aye, it ain’t even like that. She’s just really cool. That’s all..don’t want her being depressed and by herself if I can help it.” He truly was something. Nonetheless, he’d continue filling his basket with all types of things until he was sure he had built the ultimate care package.

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by that time, the rain began to pick up and get a little heavier, thus sending your power surging and your system offline for a little bit. “What the—?! Damnit! Now I gotta tell these bitches my internet is out..” understandably frustrated, you’d click around the screen and just release a huff, knowing there was nothing you could do at the moment except wait for things to boot back up. It was yet another headache you had to deal with explaining. But it did provide you with a bit of a break to get away from that draining screen. You’d get up from your chair, stretching your back and legs, preparing to head downstairs when you heard your doorbell ring. You weren’t expecting any company so that was quite odd! Could it have been some dumb kid playing a prank? Perhaps, a wrong door? Exercising caution, you’d make your way to the bottom step, leading into the living room where you’d reach the front door. Using the peephole, you’d look around and that’s when you’d spot a bag on the doorstep, up underneath the canopy covering…and an oddly familiar vehicle sitting out in the middle of the parking lot!..lights on, engine running and shrouded by rain. Carefully opening up the door, you’d take a peak around before procuring the items. Before you could even see what it was, the vehicle and its driver were peeling away. But what was inside was enough to bring you to tears and make this hellscape of a week feel all the more worth it.

in a giant gift bag was candy, two small roses, a tiny pink teddy bear, Moose Tracks ice cream, bags of chips, a soft plush blanket and lastly, a card that read “get well soon.” You didn’t know why or how he knew you were feeling down but once that door closed, tears began to stream down your face. Overcome with sheer emotion that someone thought enough of you to try and brighten your day!..even if it was the last person you’d expect. “Eren, I have no idea what to think of you. You’re something else, you know that?” Muttering to yourself as you wiped your face. Just as you went to go turn and head to the kitchen to place your things in the fridge, your phone would illuminate with a text, reading:

“Feel better soon, okay? I don’t like knowing you’re sad. I hope these help. Besides, who else is going to make my shifts fun?” -your favorite dasher. ❤️

needless to say, he had earned himself all five of his stars and then some.

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lavendertales · 9 months

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SEÑORITA: Chapter 5

pairing: Javier Peña x Murphy!f!reader

summary: you agree to go out with Steve & Connie to get their idea of a blind date out of the way. but once Javier arrives, you're nothing if not overly excited to give your time to him instead.

word count: 5.7k

series warnings: reluctant friends to lovers, lots of playful banter, mutual pining, slow burn, secret relationship, filthy smut.

chapter warnings: mentions of alcohol & smoking; jealous!Javi, tension, mutual pining.

gif: @beldros

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Within the following days, you allowed guilt to chew you and spit you up. You avoided Javier’s eyes at any cost, barely responding to his “good morning” as you continued your morning ritual together. It felt tainted, such a small act of curtesy; tainted by basic biological needs, filthily and sneakily performed in the darkness of your bedroom, culminating in a name you refused to moan in full, but one that still lingered on your mind.

Doesn’t matter whether you said Javier’s name in full or not. He was the one you thought of in the throes of seeking your solo ecstasy and now, whenever you were met with his polite face, bright and early, you felt your cheeks burn red as you inevitably recalled burying your fingers in your wet heat, thinking they were his instead. You were beyond embarrassed, and you swore that under no circumstances he could ever know. Not that you believed the topic could ever come up, but just for safe measure, you had no intention of confessing this to either Connie or Sylvie.

It was just a momentary lapse of judgment, the result of a long dry spell and the presence of a charming, handsome man in your house. Nothing else.

But Saturday rolls around, and you find yourself wondering whether Javier would join you for drinks or not. He hadn’t made his answer clear when you asked, not even replying something sly when you mentioned you were quite certain that you were being set up for a blind date. Maybe he really didn’t want to witness all that; after all, that would mean he’d be the fifth wheel at a table with two couples.

Not the most pleasant atmosphere, and this you know firsthand.

So maybe Javier has no intention of showing up tonight. Truth be told, it’s probably for the best; you don’t need to be sipping alcoholic drinks and avoid looking at him in fear that he’ll notice your blush, ask about it, and then find out he was the star of your random moment of weakness.

You make an effort for tonight to look as good as possible. You find yourself excited about the idea of going out, letting loose a little and simply living. You put on a black dress with spaghetti straps that goes just above your knees, a pair of sandals and do your makeup to the best of your abilities. Then you take a cab and head downtown, your heart thrumming in your chest as you remember that tonight you’re most likely going on a blind date.

It was Connie’s idea; she told you about this guy from her job—Dean, was it?—that would apparently be a great match for you. Funny, kind, smart and a cook—the description sounded too good to be true, really, but Connie managed to spark your interest so you agreed to go, more on the premise of “let’s see what happens”. You found that living life from day to day was better than planning weeks or months ahead and then ending up disappointed or even hurt when certain plans wouldn’t come to fruition.

Which means that you have no plan for tonight. You just want to enjoy some good music, have some drinks and maybe, hopefully, dance.

You notice Connie first upon entering the bar, mostly because she’s wearing a white dress that definitely stands out in the washed out crowd of grey and black. You wave at her and she excitedly waves back, then you notice Steve sitting next to her, looking a bit uncomfortable. You’ve been on speaking terms, but you haven’t hung out since that dinner at their new apartment, so you understood the level of discomfort.

Thank goodness you were in an environment which provided an endless supply of drinks.

“Wow, you look gorgeous!” Connie exclaims as she comes in to hug you.

“You look just as gorgeous, if not more. Look at you, little miss angel!”

Your eyes meet Steve’s, and you spontaneously decide to hug him as well. He’s stiff, clearly taken aback, but not a second too late he reciprocates, wrapping his large arms around you, thus nearly covering you completely.

“Long time no see, huh?” you tease.

“A few weeks, hasn’t it?”

“I’d say so. Where’s Olivia tonight?”

“Going to bed early club. My mom offered to watch her, so we have the night off,” Connie explains.

“Feels good to be out of the house.”

“Tell me about it!”

You have a seat, ordering a Long Island Tea, and strike up a conversation about work. You gladly listen to Steve’s stories from the precinct, they are far more interesting than anything that usually goes on at the library.

But now your mind is somehow set back on Javier, so you take a bigger sip of your drink.

“Oh, I didn’t tell you that Javier stopped by the library last week,” you blurt out.

“He did?” Connie’s tone is filled with surprise.

“Yep. He was on his lunch break and wanted something to read.”

“What did he get?”

“A Pablo Neruda book.”

You abstain from laughing at Connie’s frown and her parted lips revealing shock.

“I know, I had the same reaction,” you say. “Would’ve never thought a guy like that reads romance poems.”

“Yeah. Me neither,” Steve says in a low voice.

“In Javier’s defense, there wasn’t much time to pick up a hobby like that in the middle of everything that was going on in Colombia.”

“Fair point.”

“He said he started reading poems shortly after returning to Laredo.”

Steve’s eyes shift onto your face in a feeble attempt to read through it and see if anything’s amiss, but you don’t give anything away. If there’s something you’re great at in this life, it’s hiding things from your big brother.

“Sounds like you’ve got to know him quite a bit,” Steve deadpans.

“We talked for like five minutes, handed him the book and called it a day.”

Nothing else happened.

“Well, we talked some more when he stopped by to fix my pipes but—“

Steve nearly chokes on his drink. “Excuse me?”

“Didn’t I mention that? How silly of me, I’m sorry. Yeah, I asked him if he could stop by my place to help me with the pipe issue I’ve been having. He was more than capable. Handled it like a pro, actually.”

There’s a big vein on the side of Steve’s forehead that’s about to burst at any given moment simply because from the way you phrased everything, you’re about 97% sure he’s picturing something else entirely and being beyond aggravated by the fact that he spend five, six days a week with Javier and the latter definitely did not mention this to him.

“Don’t dwell on it, big bro,” you tell him amused. “That vein of yours is about to pop.”

Connie chuckles behind her hand as she tries to hide away from the discussion, but her face changes when she glances in the direction of the entrance.

“Heads up, my colleague is here,” she turns to you excitedly. “Don’t freak out, but this is supposed to be kind of… well…”

“Connie, I know it’s supposed to be a blind date.”

Color drains from her cheeks. “Oh. I’m sorry, I just—“

To which you giggle, placing a hand over her exposed arm. “It’s fine. You weren’t exactly smooth about it.”

There’s plenty more Connie wishes to share with you, based on the way her lips remain parted and she stares at you desperately, but a man approaches the three of you at the bar, shaking hands with Steve, then briefly hugging Connie and—his eyes land on you.

“Hi,” he smiles, and oh shit, is that a dimple? “I’m Dean.”

You shake his hand, introducing yourself, and only then notice that he’s much taller than you. He has charcoal hair, styled nicely and carefully, and what appear to be green eyes. He’s wearing a black t-shirt underneath a leather jacket, and you gulp. He might not be a bad boy from Connie’s descriptions, but he sure has the look.

The only thing missing would be a tattoo and you’d even consider leaving this bar with him tonight.

“You are way more beautiful than what Connie said,” Dean smiles, and you already feel flustered. “And she did offer quite an in-depth description.”

“I’m glad to hear her words don’t do me justice then.”

“They really don’t.”

The way he’s staring down at you has you a little weak in the knees, but you do your best to remain composed. You cannot be acting out tonight, certainly not in front of Steve.

“Can I buy you a drink so we can go somewhere and get to know each other maybe?” Dean proposes.

“Sure, that sounds great.”

“What’s your poison of choice?”

“They don’t have that on the menu, but I’ll stick with a Long Island Tea.”

Dean chuckles, ordering exactly that and a greyhound. You turn around to ask him what he does for work, only to witness him removing his leather jacket and accidentally revealing a forearm tattoo that extends all the way to his bicep, by the look of it.

Oh no. oh, this is not good.

Calm down, girl. Just breathe.

“Maybe we can find a booth,” he suggest.

You’re stuck in some sort of trance as you keep glancing at his tattoo, but you quickly nod, hoping to dismiss the rush of emotions the entire image forces out of you.

“Told you she’d like him,” Connie playfully smacks Steve’s arm, visibly enthusiastic over the possibility of having set up a fantastic date for her sister-in-law.

“Dean’s a really cool guy.”

“They fit together quite nicely, don’t you think?”

“I’d say so, yeah.”

You spend the next forty minutes just talking to Dean and you gotta admit, he seems like a fine man. You find out he works in statistics—which undoubtedly means he’s smart—he has a dog, loves plants of all kinds, and he managed to squeeze several chuckles out of you in the past few minutes. Worst—aka best thing of them all—he’s a huge Star Wars nerd.

You’re sold on the idea that if by the time you finish this second drink and manage to dance with him, you might just take him home because the opportunity is too good to pass on. Dean doesn’t strike you as the one night stand kind of guy, but you decide to live even more in the moment and see where and how the night progresses.

By the third Long Island Tea, you decide to firstly cut yourself off, and secondly, if Dean keeps making you laugh, even as you manage to persuade him into dancing, you’ll almost have no choice but to take him home with you.

You are having the best time you’ve had in a long time; that much can be noticed even by Connie and Steve, who watch everything unfold from the bar. Everyone seems so focused on you and Dean that nobody notices the silhouette emerging from the shadows around 11:37 p.m., an exhausted look residing on his face as he makes his way through the crowd with an unquenchable thirst for some hard liquor and a cigarette.

God, he’d give anything to smoke right now; it’s been such a long afternoon stuck in the office trying to explain to that moron of a Lieutenant why the Berger case hasn’t been closed yet. But it’s been almost months since he last smoked, and he’s quite proud of the progress he's made, and there’s no solid reason to interrupt this marvelous streak he’s got going on.

That is, until he loosens his tie, takes off his blazer and orders a whiskey neat and in the sweaty crowd on the dance floor, he sees you.

He wasn’t even looking, not at first; his eyes were merely scanning the crowd, just eager to see anything else but case files before them, and somehow they managed to land on your silhouette, covered in what appears to be a rather sultry black dress, dancing the night away next to a guy who is so tall, it makes Javier squirm in his seat, feeling unusually small.

“Javi? What are you doing here?”

Steve’s the first one to approach him and they shake hands, followed by a brief kiss on Connie’s cheek.

“Wanted to blow off some steam,” Javier shouts towards them. “Your sister mentioned you guys were going out tonight.”

“She did?”

“Yep.”

“Glad you could join us!”

“Me too. Thrilled, really.”

The way he chugs his whiskey is anything but an indicator of his presumed excitement. He instantly orders a second one, the craving for nicotine even stronger when he has to force himself to peel his eyes from the dance floor.

“Who’s that?” Javier asks passively.

“Her blind date. Connie’s idea.”

“Guy from my office, his name’s Dean. Amazing guy.”

“Right, the blind date.”

“They really hit it off, look at them laughing!”

There is no reasonable explanation for the feeling that’s bubbling inside Javier’s chest. All he knows is that it’s something ugly that he deeply resents and spends the next half hour or so denying its existence, all the while stealing glances at you and this guy Dean.

And what he’s left with is the fact that you look really pretty when you’re happy.

It’s uncanny to think this way when he doesn’t see anything happening between the two of you, but even Javier cannot deny that tonight you look really ravishing and that seeing you smile is quite the sight.

You sure look happy dancing with that Dean guy. And Javier hates what it does to him because it’s all so bizarre and new to him. Though he draws one conclusion as he sits at the bar and sips from his third whiskey of the evening: he doesn’t like seeing another guy around you and that can only mean…

No. No fucking way.

It’s just a typical case of wanting what you can’t have. You’re off-limits, and Javier’s lizard, primal brain, along with the never-ending dry streak, decided that being stuck on you is a good idea. You’re cool and funny, sure, but still far from Javier’s usual type.

Which means that even if he were attracted to you—and you sure are a pretty girl, objectively speaking—he absolutely cannot sleep with you as a form of palate cleanser. If you were any other woman, maybe; but Steve’s little sister? Never in a million years.

The amber liquid in his glass worked its magic and loosened him up, though in the past it hasn’t been proven to be the best choice when around an attractive woman.

But knowing that you are beyond off-limits does help in a way. So he grits his teeth, swallows whatever it is that’s bothering him so deeply and forces himself to look away from the dance floor.

“You’ve got some moves!” Dean leans over to chuckle in your ear.

“Thanks! It’s mostly the Long Island Tea, but I gotta give credit to my college partying days.”

“Celebrated a lot, I take it?”

You grin, your hand resting ridiculously comfortable on his bicep. “Oh, Dean. You can’t even begin to comprehend.”

You faintly notice the way his eyebrows cock upwards, revealing surprise. He smiles, spinning you around to the rhythm of a song you do not recognize, and then he pulls you back to him.

“Listen, I have to make an appearance at a friend’s birthday party in a bit. Two blocks away. Would you like to come?”

You open your mouth to offer your response when you notice a third silhouette by Steve and Connie. You gulp, suddenly your back sweating more than before.

Shit.

“I’ll take a raincheck on that if it’s okay,” you smile politely.

“No problem. I guess we’ll be in touch?”

“Sure. It was nice spending time with you, Dean.”

“With you too.”

He leans over and presses a chaste kiss to your cheek and you feel that very same spot burning with flattery instead of guilt, which is a more than welcome change. But when your glare returns to the bar and you notice the figure dressed business rather than casual, you gulp and miraculously, your guilt returns full force.

In spite of your better judgment—which really left the building after your first drink—you make your way back to the bar, now face to face with a visibly exhausted and grumpy Javier.

“Hello there,” you greet him.

His face lights up once you address him—or so you’d like to think. Why on earth do you want to think that?

“Hello yourself,” Javier replies. “You look—“

“Where did Dean go?”

Steve’s question bothers you more than what you let reveal. “None of your business,” you reply.

“But I thought—“

“Let them be.”

You don’t say anything else to Javier, and neither does he, but somehow he still finds himself standing up from the rather uncomfortable chair and walking you back to the dance floor, as if that would make both of you invisible to your family.

“I was—what—what are you doing?”

Javier stares at you dumbfounded, his hands not even touching your waist, yet frozen in that very direction.

“I thought you wanted—“he begins, now questioning his every intention.

You shake your head, guiding his hands back to your hips and gulping with difficulty. God, your throat is like sand on paper.

“It’s fine,” you reassure him.

Of course the song in the fucking background had to be by Carlos Santana. Of fucking course. The song bumps all around you, Javier’s hands guiding you steadily along the rhythm and your body naturally following. It’s quite relaxing—if you wouldn’t be busy thinking about the way that your body seems to naturally respond to his touch, as if you’ve been doing this for years.

You were already sweaty from before, but now, with all the people grinding around you and the unbearable heat gathered from the alcohol and the dancing, your temples were dripping with beads of sweat, as well as your neck. You couldn’t help but notice that Javier suffered of the same predicament: he rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt, the first two buttons undone, and again you gulped. You are painfully reminded of the night a similar image had sent you over the edge, and you blush right there with his calloused hands pressed ever so gently on your waist.

He moved both of you expertly, guiding your hips; eventually, your hands found solace around his neck, feeling the heat radiating from his body. But then he makes a move that spins you around, then pulls you back to him so that you bump into his chest, his skin on yours, and you feel afire. His eyes are locked on your face, and when they finally meet with yours, it’s electric. Goosebumps erect all over your skin, and you swear you didn’t feel this way when you were dancing with Dean. For fuck’s sake, you considered going home with Dean. You felt attracted to Dean, he was so handsome and funny and sweet—

But somehow, this moment right here feels more intimate and forbidden than anything else, and it’s evident in the way your breaths come out—ragged, almost as sweaty as you. You swallowed hard at the sensation of being so close to Javier, this mystery man with a troubled past that was the star of your illicit fantasies.

At first you thought it was the drinks that made you see things, but once, twice, thrice you’ve seen his eyes roam all over your body, every once in a while pausing to admire a certain part of you that wasn’t stereotypical to the male gaze: your collarbones, shoulders, the way your waist fit in his hands—

“Penny for your thoughts?”

His voice is like honey dripping straight on your skin when he asks that next to your earlobe.

“You really do know how to dance,” you observe.

“It’s a curse.”

“Cause the ladies can’t stop jumping on you?”

“You one of them?”

In spite of his smirk, you chuckle mockingly, as loud as you can go. “Don’t flatter yourself, Texas.”

“How did things go with the Dean guy?”

You frown at him. “Do you really want to know?”

“Just making conversation.”

“Ask me something else then.”

“Okay. What’s new at the library?”

“Literally nothing. All of our stock is fairly old. Except the two librarians working there. They’re fine.”

I know for a fact one of them is, Javier thinks fleetingly.

“Why the sudden interest in how am I doing?” you can’t help but inquire.

Javier shrugs, spinning you around once more. “You said we’re friends.”

“Yeah, so?”

“Sometimes I feel like I barely know you. Just trying to get some intel.”

“Old habits die hard, huh?”

Javier makes a funny face, and you hold back laughter. It’s the first time you see this side of him, loose and almost worry-free, and there’s something inherently captivating about it. When he spins you again, he doesn’t let you face him—instead, your back is against him, and you feel every ridge and bump possible.

Including, but not limited to, the outline of a growing erection.

You try your hardest not go gasp, though the heat that shoots through you is nothing if not making your mouth dry. You want to get lost in this moment more than you’ve wanted anything in a long time, but the rational side of your brain reminds you that your brother and sister-in-law are probably watching the spectacle, and you’re not fond of that audience one bit.

Otherwise…

“So you want intel?” you tease him once you can look at his disheveled yet impossibly handsome face again. “Okay Texas. Let’s see. I’m almost finished writing a book, actually. A real book, my own story.”

Javier’s eyes widen in the slightest. “Really? That’s incredible.”

“Thanks. You’re the first person I told this to.”

“Me? You didn’t tell Steve or Connie about it?”

You shake your head. “Connie, I might. Sylvie, I might. But Steve… you heard what he thinks about fanfiction. Why should he get to see my actual book?”

“He can be very supportive, you know.”

“I know. But I don’t feel like sharing this with him, not right now at least.”

“Did he ever read anything else of yours?”

“No. After his comments, I didn’t want to share my craft with someone who mocked where most writers begin. Especially since that someone happens to be my flesh and blood.”

“I understand. It’s a shame though. I bet you’re really good.”

“Still talking about writing?”

Javier cocks an eyebrow, the faint outline of a smirk gracing his lips. “Are you?”

“Touché.”

“If I didn’t know any better, Peña, I’d say you’re trying to butter me up to get into my pants.”

He scoffs. “Not a chance.”

“Good. We wouldn’t want chaos in our lives, now would we?”

“No, we definitely wouldn’t want anything so… troublesome.”

Back at the bar, Connie’s fed up with Steve’s relentless questions about you and Javier. She doesn’t have any answers, but she sure plans on getting some; that’s the mission in her mind as she strolls through the crowd of sweaty, grinding bodies to get to the two of you.

“What on earth is going on with you guys?” she shouts at the two of you.

To which you and Javier exchange a confused glare. “What do you mean?” you ask.

Ever so foolishly, might you add.

“It is very much obvious that you two like each other.”

“She’s not even my—“

“Oh, shut up, Javi.”

You make a shocked face. It’s not often you get to see someone as sweet and calm as Connie be so bold.

“Damn,” you mutter.

“You shut up too. You’re both adults! Grown ass adults acting like kids hiding from their parents. And for what, may I ask? I doubt either one of you is scared of Steve.”

“I just want to be respectful. I made a promise to him, and… we’re friends. That’s all.”

“Spare me. That is such bullshit. Friends don’t look at each other like that. They don’t dance with each other like that. How much longer are you gonna keep up this lame charade? All the lying…”

“We’re not lying to anyone, much less to Steve,” you remind her.

“To yourselves! Good God, you guys gotta figure this out before it’s too late.”

“But we’re not—“

“There is no ‘but’, Javi. Figure it out or cut it out before someone gets hurt.”

Whatever good mood you were in before, now it’s long gone. Guilt returns and simmers in the depths of your stomach, even as you do a twisted version of the walk of shame back to the bar. You refuse another drink, your head still buzzing from the three you’ve already had—and the moment you just shared with Javier. You can’t even bear to look at Steve brooding and judging you from afar. Not that you care; you really don’t give a shit what he has to say about your friendship with Javier, but Connie does have a point.

You have to figure out what this is between you and Javier.

Obviously you find him attractive. Very much obvious by now. But you meant what you told him: you do consider him a friend. Though you must admit, strictly to yourself, that you’ve never masturbated to the thought of a friend before, regardless of how attractive said friend was. Which mean that at least physically, you enjoy having Javier around you. Which also means… you’re physically attracted to him. Okay, that’s not bad. It happens. And based on what you’ve heard about him and women, he wouldn’t be opposed to getting this attraction out of the way so you can continue to be friends. Maybe under the right circumstances you can—

What the fuck are you doing? Thinking about propositioning Javier with a one night stand? Well that’s a new fucking low. You shake your head several times, prompting a few concerned glares from Javier in the backseat of the cab, and look straight ahead. Connie and Steve left separately on account of letting you two talk things through, but the silence residing in between is earsplitting. It’s like you’re both trying to figure out what to say to each other whilst also reminiscing of the evening you left behind.

Javier’s mind is racing as fast as his heart. He can’t get over how beautiful you look tonight, how he held you in his arms, barely touching you, and yet his body burned and ached all at once as if—

As if he belonged to you.

No. It’s just the booze and the hormones. He can’t do relationships, that much he knows with certainty, and he won’t ruin his friendship with you or with Steve by initiating something he will regret later. Eventually, something always goes wrong and somebody does get hurt. He doesn’t want that for you.

He takes a big, deep breath, a sudden scent invading his nostrils. It’s not bar-like, nothing pungent of the sort; no, this one’s pleasant and calming. He turns towards you, discreetly inhaling again, and then he holds his breath.

It’s you. Your smell. Something comforting and reassuring, yet all the while alluring, calling out to him.

When the cab driver announces your arrival, Javier practically sprints out of the car. Despite your protests, he still walks you to the door of your apartment. While you search for your keys in your purse, he lingers with his gaze one second longer than he would’ve personally liked, but he can’t fully help it. It must be around two in the morning now, and yet you still look so mesmerizing.

“That scent,” he almost groans.

You look up from your purse. “What scent?”

“It’s—you. Your scent, it’s—I swear to fucking God it’s everywhere.”

Taken aback, all you can do is stare at him and gulp. Your mouth still runs dry, as if no amount of water will ever feel the quench that resides deep in your bones.

“It’s lavender soap,” you clarify in an unusually small voice.

“Fuckin’—lavender.”

Before you can chime in with any other word or even think about what is happening, you find yourself closing your eyes and leaning dangerously closer to Javier’s face. He does the same, his heart thrumming at insane rates in his chest and in his ears by now. You exhale, and Javier abruptly pulls away, eyes wide open and his mind in control once again.

“Go inside,” he orders.

His voice is stern and yet caring, but it still surprises you. “If that’s code for something—“you try to joke, but your smile fades when you see Javier’s face.

“Don’t,” he warns. “Go inside, get some sleep.”

“Why are you so adamant about it?”

You do hear him groan this time, a sound to reenact some pain he’s in, and you shudder.

“Because if you don’t, I might just do something very regrettable within the next few seconds and I’ll break my promise to my best friend,” he nearly whispers, his warm breath tickling your face and your sense. “And just like that, I’ll be the Javier Peña everyone knew in Colombia. And I don’t want to be that Javier Peña anymore. So please, don’t—don’t do this to me. Not now, not ever.”

Stunned, you only stare at him for what feels like an eternity. You take that time to soak up every detail of his face, the way it’s scrunched in pain, the desperation in his eyes, the neediness and urgency in his voice—and it breaks you.

“What if I want to do something regrettable?” you ask instead.

“Just—just go… inside. Please. I’m askin’ as a friend.”

You don’t think you’ve heard Javier ask or beg anyone, not this way, so tenderly desperate, and it’s disarming you of any speck of self-control you thought you had left.

Mark my words, this Javier is gonna be on his knees before you, asking you to teach him how to be good.

“You can come inside too if you want,” you whisper.

You regret the words the second they leave your mouth, especially after seeing Javier’s nearly shocked expression. He cocks his head to the side, eager to dismiss your words and complain, but you’re one step ahead of him.

“We’re both a little buzzed and… a little tense too, so let’s have a cup of coffee and call it a night. We don’t even have to talk,” you tell him.

There’s no verbal confirmation; just Javier following you inside your apartment, hyper vigilant and aware of his surroundings. He’s afraid that any move he might make now or any word he might say will conspire against his sanity, and he’s already having trouble keeping focus. So he admires your book shelves while you make the coffee, slowly pacing around the living room. Something out of place catches his eyes, something that looks handmade and colored purple by hand. He takes it out, examining it.

“Believe it or not, that is my Star Wars story,” you smile fondly.

“This is it?”

Suddenly Javier feels like he’s holding a very important artifact in his hands, and he takes a mental note to treat it as carefully as possible. He flips through the pages with utmost interest, soaking up the words as the smell of coffee and lavender fill the tense air.

“Here we go,” you announce, handing him a cup. “Decaf. I thought you wouldn’t want to be up till six in the morning.”

“Thanks.”

Javier still reads through, as much as he can, picturing a younger you scribbling down this story so excitedly, coloring it to make it seem like it’s a book in and of itself, and the sight makes his heart grow even fonder.

So maybe he’s not just lonely and horny. Maybe he cares about you a little more than initially anticipated. But that’s not bad.

Is it?

“Thank you,” you say after a while. “For walking me home. I mean, you do live right above, but… still.”

“It’s what friends do, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I think so.”

You can tell he’s avoiding looking at you, a sentiment you are certainly familiar with. After all, the very fingers that hold your improvised book between them were in your head less than a week ago as you pictured them buried knuckle deep in your most sensitive place.

“I really respect you a lot, Javier. You’re being very honorable towards my brother with this stupid request of his. And towards me too.”

Javier swallows hard, feeling anything but honorable.

“Yeah, well. He’s my best friend. And you’re—“

“Not your type. I know.”

Feeling less and less honorable at this very moment.

“You—you can’t be,” Javier seems to warn you. “I’m not someone to love. I’m someone who can offer some temporary pleasure and call it a day. And you deserve more than that.”

“I’m no stranger to temporary pleasure.”

So much for the right timing in terms of propositioning something so outrageous.

“You should get some sleep,” Javier coos, removing a lock of stranded hair from your face.

You shudder. You don’t have it in you to protest anymore, not after that dance you shared with him and the tense moment by your door. You just can’t. Maybe you do need some sleep, after all.

“See you Monday morning?” he asks.

That gives you hope. You smile and nod as Javier leaves the coffee mug on the table and promises you that he can let himself out. He’s thankful you didn’t see him sneak your story behind his back while he left, and he’s thankful you can’t read his mind to see the plan he hatched.

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crushedsweets · 4 months

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OK I NEED TO CLEAR MY ASKBOX

IM JUST GONNA ANSWER A TON OF THEM HERE SO I DONT CLOG UP MY FEED....

hi >.<

this is so fucking sweet i remembered how happy i was when i first got my car. i cried everyday for a week straight because i was so happy. very glad yall got to watch me get my first car. i spend over an hour in her every day commuting now. LMFAOOO (i named her lindsay btw) ((after tdi lsinday)). im so sorry im late but thank you so much this meant sm !!! <3

you asked me this in august im evil oh my god. anyway i aagree. but i am always inclined to forever think he's a midwest emo guy. twin sized mattress forever

SHE NEEDS AND DESERVES SO MANY.

im immediately inclined to say clocky or toby the second i see time and fire mentions. so ticciwork. my clocky is often a bit messy so she'd be pissed and angry and upset over the sort of war she's found herself in, especially as she sees toby just falling deeper into it. 'my god, was i oblivious?' when she finally realizes toby will always, always put Slenderman before her. frustrating. 'hell stays hungry for a world so weak' natalie is hungry for a good world, but she thinks everyone is too weak for goodness, meanwhile toby is hungry for power so he can make everyone else seem weak. etc. 'they only want you to bleed' they being slendy, operator, zalgo, etc etc etc... power, being a pawn, fighting, using humans as toys in a battlefield, etc etc.. yeah

RELEASE ME JOEY

i genuinely think nina is a really good influence on so many of the creeps. like theyre all assholes, traumatized, refuse to believe in the good in the world, etc etc. but nina is traumatized and still kickin. she comes in like ^_^ hello chat. and i think that, while its still important to feel the shitty feelings, it's really grounding to see someone whos just so .. able to be happy. idk. someone who SEEKS joy, rather than expects it to fall into their lap, and blames the world when it doesnt

this si perfect idk why i forgot about bats for him. gotta get back into this idea

AHHH OK I WILL DO MORE EVENTUALLY i just wanna say thank yewww i think theyre such a good sibling dynamic. like little brothers and big sisters and both being little assholes to eachother but would die for the other. idk. ugh. important to me.

actually this sounds really sweet..... thats funny cuz i was JUST talking to a friend about who i would have EJ go endgame with if i had to, but i couldnt settle on anyone. but liu seems like a good fit for ej. i think they'd be super sweet

ANON ME TOO AHHHH ITS LITERALLY MY FAVORITE FUCKING THING EVER. I DONT GAF ABOUT EVIL MEAN 'CANON' SLENDER I LOVE WHEN HE'S A DAD AND WORRIES AND STRESSES. IEPFB AND KASTOWAYS SLENDY>

AH THANK YOU!!! he reminds me of my little cousins HAHA theyre like 10-14 right now and theyre all cuties.... just playing roblox and being mischievous...

THIS IS ABOUT THE BLUSHING NAT DRAWING ISNT IT AHAH OMG THANK YOU!!! i think shes so cute. i know she cant handle compliments. she's either deadpanned 'thanks' or just covers her face and says 'shut up' cuz she doesnt know what to do.

I LOVE HER TOO!!!

GOOD NEWS THEN ive drawn her a handful of times since u sent this HAHA TYSM

you sent like... natobina i think... ok tbh kinda slaps

OK REAL but also when i read it i keep reading it as 'cochina' and i cannot bring myself to name the throuple that </3 HAHA

TBH AHAHA I SEE IT. TOBYS AMETHYST GARNETS NATALIE AND NINA IS STEVEN.

i want jeff to ache in his loneliness

i need to draw connie asap but also THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN FOR THE CAR CONGRATS I REALLY APPRECIATE IT IM SO HAPPY I LOVE MY CAR SO MUCH i gotta go vaccuum her..

shes such a cat to me. feline. of sorts, if you will

also good news for you anon, i have also drawn her an ungodly amount of times since youve sent this. LOL

THEYRE MY ANGELS I HAVE MORE OF THEM !!! I LOVE THEM!! AHHHGGG

literally the second that people tell me i made them start to like clocky i am overwhelmed with joy. i feel so much ache when people aren't fond of her bc shes so fucking cool and such a good character and so much fun. so sad that 2015 era creepypasta fandom destroyed her. but im here to fix it...

IM SORRY ANON I BARELY DRAW HIM HES JUST SO BOYISH I LAUGH EVERYTIME I SEE HIM FKAHAHAAH OK OKOK ILL CHANGE ILL DRAW HIM I SWEAR

I REMEMBER WHEN I FIRST STARTED DOING EMOJI ANONS BAHAHA u guys r funny

incredibly. happy. to do this to u.

nope! im not too interested in the 2021 nina just cuz i feel like i've seen that character concept many times (not just in jane), BUT if i had to do my own intepretation of her, 2021 nina would be INCREDIBLY immature in like. not a childish way, but an entitled, angry-fueled adult who cannot comprehend anyone else's thoughts/feelings. and thus, would despise OG nina (although within reason, OG nina idolizes the person who killed her family) . but even if there wasnt a good reason to dislike OG nina, she'd be mean. and OG nina would be mad and bitch. and theyd theyd fight. HAHA

I-IF...???????? ANON?

HELD TO THE FUCKING BRIM

#asks #ok thats 30 asks.#wow #ok #i was skipping things that are requests for art/headcanons just cuz i dont wanna throw a drawing/hc in this thing so HAHA

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stupidsagestars · 1 year

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𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫! 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 can't take his eyes off of you as soon as you enter the meeting room. Your left hand glued to your phone whilst the right gripped onto a few prada bags, casual shopping for a girl like you, he thought. You smiled at him as you took a seat opposite him. "i can't believe I'm trusting you with my house" You scoffed, smiling at your best friend.

"you know I'm gonna do a great job babe." You roll your eyes at his nickname for you. Ever since you had met him in college he had never called you anything else, it was kinda cute.

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫! 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 listens to you as you state your plans with his company. "I'm going for a totally modern look, you get what I mean?" He nods more than he has to, "I'm sure we can get everything done in about 6 months to a year." He says eyes still glued to your face. I mean there was nothing wrong with a little crush on his best friend right? But how cute was it that she trusted him to make her dream house for her, it turned him on quite a bit but to be fair anything she did turned him on.

As the meeting finishes, 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫! 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 walks over to you to give you a small handshake but is slightly surprised when you pull him into a small hug.

"ahh I'm so excited to work with you!" You exclaim, finally letting go of the poor man.

He watches you leave the room, talking on the phone to a friend and fiddling with your purse.

"you should shoot your shot sir." His subordinate said putting his hand on his shoulder.

"get the fuck off me." Connie said, giving his subordinate a dirty look before pushing him off.

"I was just trying to help!"

"Look, I get it. You're asking for a wedding invite but you need t wait, I need to get with her first, remember?"

"ohh okay,my bad."

Fast forwards a 10 months, 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫! 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞's team had finished building your new home, which just so happened to be on the same street as his own. Connie hummed as he checked his face on the reflection of his sleek,new porsche. He had just signed a major deal which could potentially now make him a billionaire. He noticed you just across the street, sitting on the front steps of your house smoking a cigarette. He decides to walk over to you, giving you a small wave. He takes a seat next to you.

"how the tables have turned. I remember when you used to give me hell for smoking a ciggy." He laughs and you scoff.

"needed a breather." you yawn, leaning onto him. He wraps his around you, admiring your beautiful face.

"why? you upset?" He says frowning.

"nope, happy actually, I feel weirdly surreal like this is all great but it's so much y'know?" you look up at him.

"well I say go with the flow, you're always so serious" He says making a funny face.

"I got some celebration wine, you want some?"

"now we're talking babe."

___

Everyone says Connie's a nice guy, does his job great and is incredibly funny. Not when he's fucking the shit out of you though, turns into a sex monster.

Some innocent drinks leads to him pounding into you in the kitchen like there's no tomorrow.

"it feels so much better knowing that I designed this fucking kitchen." He moans into your ear.

"i bet it does." you say sarcastically, your grip on the kitchen counter loosening from the sheer speed connie was slamming his hips into you. Your legs were shaking and you couldn't close your mouth.

"see, I knew one day I'd fuck you in it, all around this place actually, although I didn't think you'd fold this early." He brags. This was not a lie, all those times he spent going over design with his co-worker, he made sure it was perfect,sturdy counter, enough space for a big sofa, huge room for a huge and comfortable bed and lastly an insanely modern bathroom.

He could feel himself getting slower and sloppier with his thrusts as his orgasm came closer. ,

"You close?" He asks licking your ear.

You whine in response, "thought so." He says unable to stop his teasing.

After you both reach your releases, Connie quickly throws away his condom and placed you on the counter.

"I'm starving." He mumbles, sticking his tongue out. He swirls his tongue around your pussy, relishing your taste. He notices you unconsciously try and close your thighs, too loss in pleasure.

"babe don't close your fucking legs, you taste way to fucking good." he uses one hand to push your thigh even wider and brings the other up to your pussy.

He stops for a second and you feel like you're about to cum just from the sight of him. Your cums all over his mouth,scratch marks and hickeys on his neck. He's looking at you so lewdly.

"What's the world record for an orgasm?" He says looking at you, eyes bright with mischief. You blink at him multiple times, what the fuck??That's why he stopped?

You look at him, knowing exactly what he's getting at.

"You can't be fucking serious." You groaned.

"Would you cum for longer if I fingered and ate you out at the same time?"

"You're being serious. Okay time's up." You kick him off you and walk to take a shower.

"Wait!! Y/N LET'S TRY IT OUT!! COME ON IT'LL BE FUN." He runs after you. "CAN WE AT LEAST SHOWER TOGETHER??"

---★--- i tried something else out this time, with Connie's personality really shining through in this one, not just serious sex but I hoped you enjoyed!! Follow for more :D

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rom-e-o · 3 months

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Not long after starting the lounge singing (so before the Twins), Bess is wooed into going out with a cute, funny, seemingly sweet bartender that often works through her sets. The first date goes so well, Bess lets him kiss her goodnight when he drops her home: It's a little forward, tongue and significant moisture are felt a little earlier than Bess would normally want, but he doesn't push for more and is charming. Besides, Bess only ever kissed Oliver before and he was a Terrible Kisser™️. So maybe this is what kissing is actually supposed to be like?

Over the course of two months, they go out on various dates. The guy's persona never slips; he is always nice, courteous, gentle, etc. He is a bit more forward with where he likes to put his hands and kiss her despite how they claim to not be exclusive just yet and are just testing the waters, but he doesn't pressure her for sex. He never picks up on how she prefers live flowers to cut ones and dark chocolate to milk, but nobody is perfect. And this all feels nice and fun. Bess does think she might be falling for him a bit , though.

Then, one afternoon, Bess comes home after meeting him for lunch. She looks... it's hard to say--dazed? There are a lot of emotions in those eyes.

It's just her and Connie in the house at that time, and Bess asks to talk. Turns out, at lunch, Bess and Mr. Bartender had the discussion about where this all was going. They like each other. A lot. He'd really like to be her boyfriend. Bess admitted she'd really like to be his girlfriend. There's only one snag: Their relationship would have to be an open one to work for him. He's already been seeing other girls on the side with various levels of exclusivity while dating her. He already has a couple girlfriends. They're all actually poly together, but Bess wouldn't have to be if that's not her thing (it's not). "I just have so much love to give, Angel!" is his excuse. "Too much for any one girl to handle by herself."

Bess' romantic dream her entire life has been to be someone's One and Only™️. She wants to be enough for someone--just her. That only got stronger after Oliver. But this guy has been the closest thing to a dream relationship she's ever had: He's been nothing but sweet, caring, and a gentleman. The idea of an open relationship makes Bess sick to her stomach and makes her feel inadequate (and just is not her thing), but she wants love. She wants romance. And she's already a little more wrapped up in Mr. Bartender than she'd want or care to admit. "Should I do this, Connie? It feels so... wrong. Skeavy. Like an excuse for him to two-time me. I think about it and it hurts and I just wanna cry. But what if this is the only chance at real love I'm ever gonna get? What if I'm just not made to be enough for someone?Maybe I'm just not that lovable enough and all I can be is... one of a number." Tears are definitely trickling down Bess' cheeks.

Oughhhh, that’s rough. The “he’s so nice, BUT” scenario. But he’s not so nice. He misled her and is using an excuse, it sounds like, to date multiple ladies. It sucks and is heartbreaking.

Constance noticing Bess seems off, and as they talk. Connie listens for a long, LONG time. There’s lots of hugs, tissues and a bottle of gin is definitely opened.

After Bess has said everything and poured those emotions out, Connie brings her close and tight for a hug.

Connie isn’t poly, but she’s definitely acquainted with poly couples from back in NYC. She knows they have a healthy and loving dynamic, but it’s healthy because everyone in the poly relationship WANTS a poly relationship. They’re open about what their needs and wants are …they’re not leading people on like this guy arguably did to Bess.

Besides, his EXCUSE for wanting that type of relationship is …interesting. I wonder how he’d feel about his girls having multiple boyfriends, haha? PROBABLY not as enthusiastic as he lets on.

“You’re not in the wrong for wanting one partner to love you, Bess,” she explains softly. “To be their …’endgame’ is what kids are saying nowadays, right? Anyway, it’s like any other preference … he should have disclosed that sooner, honestly. Sounds like he was playing games and just hoped you’d roll with it. I’m proud of you for sticking up for yourself.”

She runs slow circles into her back, just focusing on making Bess comfortable.

“The answer is no. You shouldn’t do it. Because you obviously don’t want this. There would be nothing but more heartache down the line, which is not what you deserve. He was too forward, and he was misleading. He doesn’t deserve you.”

Another squeeze.

“What you do deserve is exactly what you want: one partner that loves you. This isn’t your only chance. Men are attracted to you, Bess. You are beautiful and a catch … that also means you’re gonna have duds like this guy try to woo you.

“I say dump him. Kindly, but in public, where he can’t squirrel his way back in without sounding like an ass to everyone else around. Don’t let him be a blockade to your true happiness. You deserve better, and you have a soulmate that’s waiting out there for you! Don’t settle.”

#Scroogeverse

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paigethepisces · 2 years

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The Summer It All Fell Into Place - PART 2

summary - first kiss and bbq xo

word count 1651

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We were there in each other's arms for what seemed like forever, but it was only like 30 seconds.

‘Okay get a room you two’ steven said as mom slapped his arm, Conrad and I just chuckled and let go of each other smiling.

Conrad got my bag and Jeremiah got belly's, mom and Susannah said they would get the rest later.

Once we got the bags inside, the three boys tackled belly and picked her up in their arms chanting ‘'Belly Flop’’, I could not stop laughing and I ran outside following them as I watched them throw her into the pool. They all turned to stare at me, I tried backing up and belly screamed ‘RUN’ I was running but my legs were not moving quick enough, then it happened. Conrad got my waist, steven got my legs and Jer grabbed my arms. ‘NO’ I screamed ‘I’m not any part of this!’ I shouted The boys chuckled ‘You’re making up for lost time’ ‘1’ …. ‘2’ …. ‘3’.... That was it, they threw me in, I surfaced, and the three boys were all laughing. Me and belly looked at each other. Game Plan. ‘Ow’ belly exclaimed, ‘y/n landed on top of me, Jer please help me out’ she said, putting a sad voice on. ‘Con, that was not funny, I landed on belly and hurt my ankle please help me out’ They both made their way to the edge of the pool and put their hands out, right on que we pulled them both in with us.

They surfaced the water and we started to splash them; their faces were a picture. They did not know whether to be angry or laugh so they just kept their poker faces until they both jumped on Belly and Is back to dunk us under and we came back up spluttering. Steven ended up jumping in and we ended up playing chicken for about an hour and bit, obviously my team won.

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The sun had just set, we had all just had a BBQ and the three boys appeared in the porch doorway dressed up ready to go out. ‘going anywhere fancy?’ I spoke up ‘nope, just to the bonfire’ steven said looking between himself and the other two ‘Maybe we were not cool enough for an invite’ I said, looking over at belly she turned to look at me and let out a laugh, ‘we will have our own fun’ she said with a wink ‘We did not ask you because we did not think it would be your thing’ Jer said backing up ‘Then what is our thing?’ I said with a smirk They all just looked at each other, shrugged and left. What could they say? They just forgot to invite us, or they did not want us there. Either way, I would be going.

Me and belly must have had the same idea because we both sprinted inside and got our nice clothes on; mom and Susannah did not realize because they were over by the dock having their late-night talk and smoking session.

We got to the beach; we ended up walking up there because we did not think that far ahead.

We got there and immediately went to get a drink, I am the best sibling to belly. I don’t care if she drinks, as long as she is responsible. Jer found us, said the quickest hi and ran off with belly in his hand to go dance. I love them both.

I was on around my third drink now, a little tipsy and dancing on my own while walking around. There he is, I see him. Conrad. Sat with Nicole and her best girlfriends. They were sat arm in arm, laughing and joking together, I scoff to myself.

I down my drink and go to the center and completely let loose. Swaying my hips to the beat, no care in the world. I feel some hands on my hips, they do not feel that big so definitely not Connies.

‘Well, hey there darling’ a voice said from behind me ‘so how come I have not seen you round here before? My name is Cash, what is your name pretty girl?’ I immediately stop dancing and the alcohol rushes to my head; he is just a blurred man Infront of me. ‘First of all, ew, second of all none of your business’ I say backing away he scoffs and places his hands on my hips ‘that's no way to talk to a gentleman, how about me and you get out of here?’ he said very dominantly I look around to see if anyone is looking, but there is no one. Just me and him. I try to release his grip from my hips, but he just strengthens it and tries to take me off to the side near the pier. I shouted, ‘Get the fuck off me you creep’ Then that is it, I just felt a shooting pain in my hand. I punched him. Conrad came running over and Cash tried getting up off the floor and he kicked him back down. I clutch my hand in pain, and it's got his blood all over it from his nose. Gross. Steven, Jer and Belly appear next to me all with confused looks on their faces.

‘what the fuck happened y/n’ steven said ‘He wouldn’t get off me, wouldn’t leave me alone. H-he tried to take me to the pier in the end, I didn’t know what to do so I just punched him’ I said with tears blurring my vision

How am I so drunk? I had 3... maybe 4 drinks.

Conrad said he would take me home and the others could stay there, I do not know what he said exactly but it was something along those lines. My brain is a bit fuzzy.

‘Con, you didn’t have to do this you know’ I said looking up at him ‘Do what? I wanted to go home anyway’ he said ‘Did you though? You looked like you were having a wonderful time’ I said scoffing and speeding up the walking a little. He looked a bit confused, and then his face changed like a light bulb went off in his brain. ‘Oh that? She is just a friend y/n’ he said as he caught up ‘Friends don’t look at friends that way Connie, you were all over each other’ I said, and I didn’t dare look him in the eye. ‘I don't know what you think you saw but it is nothing y/n trust me’ he said

I just couldn’t carry it on anymore, the rest of the walk home was quiet. Walking side by side, his hands in his pockets and my good hand clutching my bad.

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We got back to the beach house, door unlocked but the lights are off. They must be in bed. I walk through the door and Conrad shuts the door behind me. He goes to the breakfast counter and just leans against it with his arms folded over his chest. ‘goodnight’ I say hurriedly as I make my way past go upstairs. he grabs hold of my forearm ‘wait’ he says ‘let me clean the blood off and check your hand over first’ ‘No no its okay, I can do that’ I say whilst looking up at him feeling his warm hand against my arm

I can't look at him the same way he looks at me, he drives me crazy. Those eyes, that crazy hair, the smell of his cologne. It drives me crazy.

He picks me up and sits me on the breakfast counter ‘let me do this for you’ he said pleading ‘I don’t really have much of a choice now do I?’ I spoke softly

He made his way round the kitchen getting the supplies to clean the blood off, and a drink of water for me to sober up a little bit. he starts to clean it and I wince, it hurts I didn’t think punching someone would hurt. ‘you’re okay’ he says looking at my hand and stroking his thumb over my knuckles. ‘You packed a punch there y/n, I'm proud of you’ he laughed, ‘you kicked ass’ he said whilst holding eye contact. I broke the eye contact and looked at my hand ’thanks’ I said. I don’t know what else to say, drunk me isn't the best person to talk to people they like.

He finished up and told me it wasn’t broking it was just bruised.

He stood between my legs, with his hands on the counter either side of me. ‘You looked beautiful tonight’ he said whilst stroking a piece of hair out of my face my breath hitched in my throat ‘well, you're not so bad yourself con’ I said as we held eye contact.

Jesus, he doesn’t know what he does to me.

I jump off the counter side and just stand there playing with my hands not knowing what to do.

But we were just staring at each other. Looking into each other's souls.

I lean up and place a peck on his lips, he just stands there frozen and doesn’t say anything. what did I just do? Why did I do that?

Hes going to think I'm weird now

The door opened and Jer, Steven and Belly came through the door all laughing.

‘i-I I'm going to bed now, night’ I exclaim and run upstairs not saying another word. Not one.

I shut the door behind me and lean against it for a moment trying to gather my thoughts. I hope he doesn’t come in, I hope he doesn’t knock. His room is only across the hall. I am so embarrassed.

I clean my face and jump into bed, I really hope tomorrow is a better day and all this is forgotten.

#jeremiah fisher #conrad x reader #tsitp fanfic #tsitp x reader #tsitp x y/n #team conrad #tsitp conrad #conrad x you #steven conklin #belly conklin #tsitp jeremiah

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queenofbaws · 11 months

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ah, and once more, it's wednesday my dudes!

a slightly different update from me this week - things have been slow in terms of words being put to paper lately, and this will probably be the case for a little while. i'm gonna be trying to get a chapter of something out in the near future (probably like wringing blood, but don't quote me on that), then ya gurl may or may not be taking a slightly more official break from the internet to deal with some stuff here at home ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

such is life. ANYWAY, for this reason, i'm offering a few snippets/sneak peeks of multiple projects this week, just to show y'all what's bubbling away on the backburner. if you're interested in seeing any of that, click the readmore! either way, hope you're all having wonderful weeks so far, and taking care of yourselves as best you can <3

like wringing blood from a stone

There were a million things he could say to that, maybe even a million and one. What he settled on, however, was probably the lesser of all those evils. “You kidnapped my counselors.” Travis’s whole face puckered at that, letting him know in no uncertain terms the lesser of those evils had still been pretty fucking evil, in fact. “What did you want me to do, Chris?! Huh? Huh?! You bit one of them! They both saw—” “Oh for Chrissake, quit fucking whispering, wouldya?” Obviously he’d been expecting something else—an actual fight, maybe—and so Chris took Travis’s surprised spluttering as an opportunity to dig his own heels in. “If you’re gonna bitch me out, at least do it with your big-kid voice.” A vein ticked furiously in Travis’s neck, making it look like something was itching to burst its way out of him. He narrowed his eyes to slits, then leaned in until the two of them were nearly nose to nose. He could smell the blood beginning to clot where Jack had split his eyebrow, the ointment he’d smeared over it before covering it with a bandage. “You and I both know,” he began again, still fucking whispering, “That anyone could be listening outside. I don’t—” Before he could finish that thought, Chris threw his arms up into the air, shouting at the very top of his own voice, “I DON’T CARE! I do not fucking care, Travis! I couldn’t care less if you paid me to! Know what?” He cupped his hands to his mouth then, tipping his head back as he did so, and, tapping even deeper into his (presumably very bruised) diaphragm, hollered, “I HOPE YOU’RE ALL LISTENING! I HOPE EVERYONE IN THE GODDAMN COUNTY CAN HEAR ME LOUD AND FUCKING CLEAR!” If Travis’s face went any redder, it probably would’ve started looking purple. It was Chris’s turn to narrow his eyes; instead of glowering like an asshole, though, he flashed him a grin, sarcastic and savage and sharp enough to nearly slice through his tongue. “Big-kid voices, Travvy. Why the hell not, right?”

of mummy men & bathtub soup

“My oh-so-charming brother is just running his oh-so-charming mouth,” Julia said sharply, calling the Smith brothers’ chit-chat to a screeching halt. “Here’s what I think actually happened: Conrad made up a story in his head, decided it was funny, and now he’s done so many mental gymnastics convincing himself it’s true that he believes it too.” Her head swiveled on her neck, only adding to her overall mean girl vibe. “That’s something Connie likes to do, you see, mix up details from stupid made-up bullshit and real life, then decide it’s all real.” Oh. Oh! If she thought he was gonna be easy pickings just because he’d brought a date along tonight, she had another thing coming! Hell, she hadn’t been paying attention to his whole deal! Jules was the one who got embarrassed by this shit when other people were watching—Conrad reveled in it. So he did the one thing he knew would get her goat (the only move a self-respecting sibling could take in a situation such as this): He brought up the bathtub. “If this is about human soup guy, you’re actually calling Dad a liar and not me, sooo…nice try, but my feelings remain totally unhurt.” Then, he waited for what he knew would come next. He held Julia’s gaze. He took a drink. It was Daniel, God bless him, who finally bit. “…human…soup…guy?”

the tale(s) of the champion

“All right. If you are so…determined to have me discuss Hawke, then fine. I will discuss Hawke.” He leaned forward over his desk, a gesture, she thought, meant less to evoke authority than to simply steady himself as he braced against the unpleasant tide of memory. His eyes found hers for only a moment, but that moment was all it took for her to understand perhaps ‘unpleasant’ was too delicate a word to describe a return to Kirkwall. ‘Agonizing,’ maybe. ‘Wretched.’ “Cassandra and I are of a mind on one thing, at the very least—Varric is a liar. However. I would be remiss if I didn’t draw your attention to the one thing, the only thing, I’ve heard him say about our shared time in Kirkwall that at least approaches the truth.” She couldn’t help but notice that Cullen spoke the city’s name in much the same way Hawke had spoken Elthina’s: as though it tasted bitter on his tongue. “Namely, if, for whatever reason, you wanted to find Hawke,” he continued, speaking with a terrible evenness that smacked of everything but calm, “All you had to do was follow the blood. “What blood? Whose blood? Some might argue that since Hawke killed so often, so indiscriminately, that it wouldn’t matter—couldn’t matter—which blood trail you picked. Oh, I’ve heard the jokes. I’ve heard them all. How it must’ve sometimes seemed Kirkwall was populated solely by nameless, faceless throngs of gangs and ruffians that she cut through at nightfall, slashing and hacking her way towards the betterment of the city. How Varric had to keep a running tally of all the vendettas held against her, lest she forget which seedy element might be coming after her next for putting an end to their leader. Hilarious. Truly.” Had Cullen not been wearing his gloves, the Inquisitor had the singular sense she’d be watching his knuckles turn white as bone; the way he’d taken to gripping the edges of his desk, she was a bit shocked that nothing had given way. Yet.

A MYSTERY CREEPS PROJECT OOOOOOOOOOH!!!

"Which is why, boys and ghouls, we’re gonna be packing our bags and taking a roadtrip this weekend.” Which was…also what Ashley was afraid he was going to say. Her shoulders slumped, and she felt Chris turn to her as he noticed, but Josh kept going, as he was wont to do. “Turns out ‘ghost shit’ was a gross understatement. You lovely ladies aren’t going to believe what a little snooping dug up about this place…” “It’s pretty messed up,” Chris nodded. “But pretty messed up in a way that I gotta admit sounds like it’s gonna make a juicy episode or two.” “Or five. So c’mon, hop to. We got a business dinner to catch—on me, obvs—and details to hammer out. You’re not ready for the shit that went down over there. Hope you’re ready to start trending in the true-crime feeds though, because I know I am!” Dropping the book back on the table, Josh hopped to his feet and playfully tweaked Sam’s ear before starting back for the microfiche where he’d left all his stuff. “Hey Edgar,” he said as he passed him by, “level with me here. Have you been a ghost this whole time? Is that why you know all this crap? When we get in the elevator and leave this floor, do you just poof off into the ether and cease existing until we come back?” In a voice so flat, so disaffected, so wistful, that Ashley very nearly forgot about the pang of fear that had seized her at the sight of those five Death cards staring her straight in the face, Edgar sighed, “Don’t I wish.”

#queenie rambles #queenie writes supermassive #queenie writes dragon age

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crisalidaseason · 12 days

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Hello!Could you do modern high school au headcanons for Eren,Connie and Sasha x fem reader (platonic please!) who plays basketball and is amazing at it (also pretty popular around school and social media because of it)

Hello! I know, I know it's been a while but I finally did it. Hope you enjoy it. I know nothing of basketball aside from watching Haikyuu so I hope nothing sounds stupid.

Eren

I think Eren would also play basketball on his spare time, not really seeking to be a professional, just for fun. He would occasionally join the basketball team during practice time and just play as a way to release stress. That's how the two of you meet and also bond

At first, Eren is a bit afraid of interacting with you. He knows you're popular around school and he had his fair share of rude popular people bothering him or his friends. Eventually, after watching you play and interact with your team, he decides to talk to you.

He is surprised by how friendly you are, happily answering his questions and giving basketball tips. You two immediatly connect and the anxiety over your popularity vanished quickly from his mind. Although he still felt overwhelmed by the amount of people that would stop and talk to you in the hallways.

Now Eren is an adhd mess and you notice it soon. The guy has no attention span and his mind and mouth have no filter in between. You thought he was all mistery and quietness - oh you were so wrong. He is low profile, that's for sure, but Eren is a complete lunatic - in a good sense.

He goes to all your games, that's when Eren is extra LOUD. You can hear him scream above everyone else and it makes you laugh a little.

"DESTROY THEM" "DON'T YOU DARE HAVE MERCY" "MAKE THEM CRY FOR THEIR MAMAS"

He had an inactive instagram account he created in middle school, you made him reactivate it just so you could send him some fun videos or tag him in pictures. He was not surprised by how many followers your account had, you had a lot of charisma on your posts.

Overall a super nice friend. A little loud and random, but loyal and helpful.

Connie

Connie is not really a sports guy, but he usually goes to the sport area of your school to support his athlete friends - jean, mainly. He recognized you immediatly (everyone knew the super talented basketball player). He knows you're a good player from the amount of instagram pictures holding prizes, but he had never seen you play until that moment.

He was mesmerized. How could someone move that fast? He could never do that!

"Yo, that basketball girl is really good huh?"

Since Connie is natural at making friends, it does not take much time for him to finally talk to you. He starts by complimenting your skills, and then the jokes make an appearance. Connie can be funny when he wants to but he enjoys the stupidity of a bad joke or pun.

He doesn't know much about basketball, but he will listen to you rambling about it attentively. He will even try to play with you, but it becomes a little disaster since he has a really bad sense of space. You even film these moments and post it on your close friends - he gives consent and even ideas on what to record to make the video funnier.

He invites you to hangouts, game nights and get togethers. He really is a social guy and an extremely pleasant person to be around. He also gives nice advice and you notice how serious he can be despite the comedic persona. Connie is a hype man! Whenever you show a drop of worry over your basketball games, he is there to cheer you up.

"You worked hard, you got it!"

No matter the result, if you win or not, he is there for you.

Sasha

Sasha is not a basketball girlie, but I know that Mikasa would probably be a part of the team and drag her to watch a few game practices. Sasha notices you right away and greets you as if you were friends already. It is strange, but Sasha is such a cute girl that you wave back at her. After the game, she immediatly goes to compliment Mikasa and then does the same to you.

"Mikasa was right, you're awesome!"

It doesn't take much time for her to interact with you around school and with time you end up bonding with her over other similar tastes. Since she is a food lover, it is very common for her to just randomly share a snack with you or Mikasa whenever she comes to see a practice. You quickly notice that sharing food is her love language.

She doesn't understand a thing about basketball, but she makes such a huge effort to share your passion. You be explaining her an important strategy on lunch break and Sasha is so determined to understant that you want to laugh at her cute face.

She would send you so many cute cat videos and your favorite basketball players edits - you have no idea where she finds them. And she also doesn't shy away when you record a stories with her. The two of you often make videos together of silly trends. She is never camera shy.

Also a hype girl. Whenever she is watching a game, she will have handmade signs with you - and Mikasa's - name on it. Also screams like a mad woman. Her and Eren take the cake at agressive cheering.

#Eren x reader #connie x reader #sasha x reader

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chidoroki · 1 year

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182 Days of TPN - Day 13

Chapter 13: “Traitor, Part 3”

Yes yes, bravo Norman. Very clever plan that would’ve fooled me as well, though I’m surprised Ray didn’t at least go check the first two locations, but I suppose he was just feeling that confident.

Of course it’s an unfair advantage to the anime for how it handled Ray’s laugh, since we can actually hear him (& i very much prefer said laugh in dub), but also because it’s just a better shot of his madness. The panel doesn’t show us much.

I know I always give credit to Isabella for raising such high grade merchandise (& yes i still hate how that sounds too) but is it fair for me to praise Ray as well? Surely he helped behind the scenes (if only just a tiny bit) in very casual and unsuspecting ways to both mom and the children, and I mean that like not only helping Emma & Norman slowly realize the secrets of the farm but perhaps assist with the other kids by improving their scores and their daily lives.

Sure he put all his efforts to just help Emma & Norman but we now know from ch181.5 that his initial plan was to save everyone. And granted, he’s the reason for some shipments due to tests involving breaking trackers, but he’s doing his best okay?

You dunno how badly I wished they would’ve had Ray just say “Yeah” again. I know it wouldn’t be true if he answered that way, but it would be funny. To me.

Alright, please have mercy on me Norman fans, but I think I finally realized the reason I’m not the biggest fan of your precious genius.. and that is because he was so ready to just use Ray and leave him behind. Ray. One of his very best friends. The boy who has been living in a hellish reality for the past six years, doing everything he possibly can in order to give Norman & Emma a chance to escape and survive at the cost of his own life. And Norman just decides.. nah, thanks but no thanks, traitor, we don’t actually need you.. like excuse me?

There’s many characters in this series who are ready to sacrifice everything (i.e. their own lives.. or memories) for the sake of others and then there’s Norman here who’s willing to sacrifice someone else (who he is very close to) for his own benefit. Yes I know Isabella basically does the same thing by raising the children to be essentially perfect meals in order protect her own life, but it just.. feels different to me. Probably because the latter is written as a fabulous villain who we’re supposed to dislike and the former is one of our main heroes we’re supposed to root for? But how can I cheer for him when said hero is trying to abandon another hero of the story? Granted, Norman didn’t know Ray was working as a double agent at first, but the fact he was so willing to ditch Ray at the drop of a hat just never sat well with me. But thank god for his chat with our literal sunshine child with a heart of gold before this scene even took place:

“I’d take that person with us. Because if we escape, that person’s life might not be guaranteed anymore. Also.. I want to believe in us. The thing with Gilda made me realize that. Ray told me to suspect everyone. And if he says that I couldn’t see through mom’s lies, I don’t have a comeback. But even if there is a traitor who is an agent of the demons, there’s no one among our siblings who is truly bad...(continued below)”

If it wasn’t for Emma and her optimism and devotion to her family, I firmly believe Norman would’ve kept quiet to use Ray and eventually abandon him, if given the chance. So thank you best girl for saving my boy’s life way before the escape even happened.

This cute flashback conflicts with the anime as ep1 did have Conny carry Little Bunny to the front door (it disappears after, somewhere), but the manga doesn’t show the stuffed animal in her hands at all, so this little memory makes sense in the manga’s case.

I believe this conversation happens somewhere during the events of chapters 10 & 11, between more tag practice and the library meetup with Don & Gilda, as we do see her carry a kid around in ep4 at least.

Favorite panel/moment:

He just looks so.. chill and unbothered, despite the situation. Ray’s just real intrigued that Norman figured him out so efficiently.

#the promised neverland #tpn manga #182daysoftpn #chidoroki used chatter

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mymanymerrymuses · 4 months

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I showed my mum pictures of every muse on my blog and got some HILARIOUS descriptions of who they are as people, so now I am sharing this.

Please enjoy. I did.

Okay here's my blog promo picture, which is what I used to show her all the muses. I'm going to go row by row and tell you how she described each character (some were in pairs, I'll say when that happened)

First, Asahi: "Almost like Clark Kent. A geek sat in his office and then he goes and does something amazing." 8/10. He's not superman but he is surprisingly good when he steps onto the court.

Norman: "Wants to be a private eye." 5/10 not quite accurate, but I could see it.

Gemima, who got paired up with Conny: "They're just annoying. Just look at them, you know they're annoying." 1/10 it was funny, but they're very sweet little girls.

Bruce: "Thinks he's gorgeous." 0/10 ma'am you do not know the self-hatred this man possesses.

Kili hilariously got paired with Fili, and my mother said they both look like they're thinking: "Where the fuck did I park my horse?" 25/10. She has never seen the hobbit and I laughed SO HARD because she knew if anyone was going to lose a horse it was those two idiots.

Jedediah was missed because she recognised him and wouldn't have had to guess his character.

Oikawa: "Boring." 2/10 it's funny because he'd be so insulted, but he's far too dramatic to ever be boring.

Ray: "Angry." 10/10 perfectly accurate.

Emma: "A trendsetter." 7/10 Technically she did inspire an entire crazy escape plan, so I'll take it.

Camilo: "The annoying friend who sings everything." 5/10 accurate, but I deducted points because despite loving Encanto and having watched it multiple times, my mum did not recognise Camilo and thought he was a girl XD

Pietro: "Super fast. If he ran it would be fast. If he rode a horse it would be fast. He'd want to be moving fast." 8/10 I think the icon gave her too big a clue (though she said she didn't realise he was running and thought his hand was up because his wrist was broken), but I would LOVE to see Pietro's superspeed transfer to a horse.

Ori: "He has a speech impediment and is a bit slow." 0/10 more of an unfair judgement than my mother usually gives people, and not accurate at all. Ori is very smart and I love him.

Revali: "Bit of a mean bastard." 10/10 perfect yes he is.

Yamaguchi: "Looks shocked at the world." 9/10 he is, in fact, intimidated by most of the world, so I'll accept that as a correct answer.

Kagari: "Wants to be in a boyband." 8/10 not correct but given that my depiction of Kagari is deaf, I did laugh quite hard at the irony.

Don: "Know-it-all. Thinks he knows everyone's secrets and he doesn't." 3/10 Don does like to think he knows more than he does, but he definitely doesn't think he's really super smart and knows everything about everyone.

Bilbo she vaguely recognised (enough to know he was a Hobbit) but had nothing to say about him.

Thaumas: "Physically strong." 6/10 his whole character is he's too pretty and wants to be left alone because too many people are into him, but there's nothing to say he isn't also physically strong.

Viktor: "What happened to it's eyes?" 9/10 I have no words.

Tsukishima: "He has a 'fuck off' expression." 10/10 yes he does.

Hawthorn and Attalea she had nothing to say for because she 'wasn't sure what was happening'.

Damien: "That's Billy Bullshit. He's two-faced." 3/10 technically he keeps the two sides of himself very separate, but he's not mean or bitchy and he's learning to embrace every part of himself and I love him for that.

Piers: "Scary." 6/10 he's a sweetheart but many young pokemon trainers would agree with my mum XD

Miguel: "Geeky gay Jesus." 10/10 not accurate but sheer perfect anyway.

Nori: "He's a wannabe wizard." 9/10 not AT ALL but I loved that anyway.

Tyler: "He wants to be a personal trainer but he can't." 4/10 it was funny but he dresses that way because he's gay and also we have watched Turning Red more than once so again, I don't know how she didn't recognise him at all.

Kenma: "A sulky teenager." 9/10 yep. Yep he is XD

Lucien: "He looks gay." 9/10 he would be very happy to know that he is not being mistaken for a heterosexual being

Jack got missed because, like Jedediah, she knew who he was.

Ryan: "He thinks he's the strongest but he cries if he can't find the red skittles." 10/10 I have NO IDEA why she went for skittles but she's completely right.

Takuto: "Tarty, because she reminds me of somebody." 6/10 well yes, Takuto could be described as a tart, but is not a she, and now I want to know who he reminds her of XD

#I've put it under a read more because it's long #but this is very fun #my merry me (ooc)#I am not tagging every muse but they're all here XD

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snortingcocacola · 1 year

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I've had Human Resources ships on the mind today so I thought that I would compile and post some of my thoughts both on canon ships and some that I would like to see in cannon, also just a couple crack ships I think would be funny.

Rochelle/Dante: I liked their arc in the first season but I wish they had gotten at least one more episode pre-get together because as is, it felt a bit rushed. Dante being into Rochelle makes enough sense, she's beautiful and sees through his bullshit which is probably very refreshing, but I think he should have had to work harder to impress Rochelle. Rochelle had seen how terrible he can be and that little wedding speech he did was NOT good enough to erase that. I know Rochelle can be selfish but she isn't stupid by a long shot, I don't buy that her feelings would turn around as quickly as they did. Definitely rooting for them to break up in season two. I feel like they both rushed into saying they love each other; Rochelle out of guilt and wishful thinking and Dante because he seems like he doesn't have much experience actually caring about his partners at all so the first taste of genuine connection feels like true love.

Pete/Rochelle: These two are cute and I could definitely see them having a very sweet relationship but I do wonder how much they actually have in common. Not that people have to have all of the same interests but I could see them struggling to connect in an actual romantic situation. That being said, I like Pete and would like to see him get a win.

Rochelle/Emmy: These two are not love interests as of yet but they could be! Season one was very kind to the lesbians and I believe Rochemmy has the power to become canon. Emmy and Rochelle had their ups and downs over season one but at the end of the day they love, respect, and admire each other. Most importantly, they make each other want to be grow and be better and that's what love is all about baby!!

Emmy/Cat Stevens: I don't have extensive thoughts on them but I want to see more

Simon Sex/Walter: another couple that I'd like to see more from but if not, at least we'll always have the Radisson in the sky over North Korea

Connie/Maury: My OG ship from this franchise, I love them; they're funny, they're sexy, they're an absolute mess. I really loved their arc throughout season one but I hate that they resolved Maury's pregnancy in Big Mouth instead of waiting for season two of Human Resources. I get that they wanted to use Montel as a character for Big Mouth season six but they treated the conflict between Maury and Connie entirely as a joke and just really dropped the ball imo. It was funny in Human Resources too but it was ALSO a legitimate character conflict and we lost that in Big Mouth.

Petra/Lionel: Okay hear me out, this one is insane but I think they could be fun. Petra could absolutely destroy Lionel and he would love it. She could also help him grow a backbone and with that he could become an absolute powerhouse of a shame wizard. In turn, Lionel could team up with her to shame and bust their clients balls into conquering everything. This one honestly doesn't even have to be romantic I just want to see them interact more.

Pete/Dante: They would be so toxic lmaooooo this is mostly born from the most caveman part of my brain going "kiss? They're gonna kiss???" Everytime Dante feels on Pete's abs or when Pete pulls Dante out of the hole and he lands on top of him. I cannot see these two in a relationship but I crack up thinking about them both sulking in the bar after getting dumped/rejected by Rochelle and then having a drunken one nightstand and then never speaking of it again. Or possibly Pete attempting to never speak of it again and Dante rebounding hard and trying to cling to him, even platonically, because he's never been dumped before and can't handle the idea of being rejected twice in a row. I don't see this going canon at all but it's entertaining to think about.

That about sums it up, I'd love to hear other people's thoughts on these or other ships. :P

#a lot of words about something nobody asked but oh well #Netflix Human Resources

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attourney-at-lycan · 1 year

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TELL ME EVERYTHING ABOUT YOUR OCS. NOW. GO!!

I GOT LIKE TWO OTHER ASKS ABT PRESONALITY AND BACKGROUND SO I MIGHT AS WELL JUST ANSWER THEM HERE

genesis was born into a basically a military family that prides themselves in being the best at providing o’khasis w/ strong knights/guards/bodyguards- some of the ppl of their family serve directly under Lord Garte himself- so she was raised in a way that taught her how to fight and serve those above her. she was taught from the moment she could wield a sword how to be the best weapon for anyone, a sword unable to have their own opinions, beliefs- she passed at the top of her class in knight academy and when zane cane around to build the jury, he chose genesis to be one. she’s pretty much what you can expect from someone who was raised in this way, she doesn’t seem to show any emotion or sympathy, she can be cruel and has convergent thinking, she’s not… cold or mean? but sort of monotonous? in a way? she has zero social skills so she does not do well alone in a public setting. she’s extremely obedient to authority figures and uhhhh thats all i can come up w/ for her? she has a bit of a strange relationship with jeffory? by that i mean, jeffory tries to stop genesis whenever she does something cruel when zane’s not around. he has to spend a while to convince her to out her fists down and just jgnore it bc zane’s not gna care. he sorta feels bad for her since she never really got that freedom at all? kinda like an animal born in captivity who even if you give them a way out, they probably wont take it bc their little area is all that they know. if that makes any sense, its so weird to compare my ocs to animals but thats sorta the best way i can explain it.

CONNIE- ohhhh connie connie he’s great. originally i had planned to make him some sort of deranged scientist/inventor who was stuck in the dimension of a different god for years and while thats not completely off what i want to do, i’m kinda not set on that now. but anyway, connie is basically con man extraordinaire but also a coward at times- he’s an alchemist, also doctor also surgeon also herbologist also scientist also researcher also archeologist also historian also he used to work in a circus for half a year if that can add anything to his resume- when he’s not getting himself killed trying to discover the secrets of the dead gods, he’s creating medicine to help those who cannot pay for a healer or expensive healing potions, or he’s out stealing shit from zane or he’s doing some other shit. anything other than getting a good night’s sleep. i do plan on- it’s a bit of a funny little “spin off idea” where its aaron and connie traveling together before the events of mcd, where connie hires aaron to accompany him on a small bodyguard job turned years long adventures with aaron keeping connie from joining the souls in the nether. he’s sm fun ik telling u-

ares i dont really have much tbh? in my rewrite meteli’s a port city that has a lot of run-ins with pirates and so ares was picked up by pirates and dropped off @ meteli where he basically grew up there before something happened that caused him to die? maybe he and some other riff raffs were too close to the nether portal and boom shit happened now ares is a shadow knight- ALSO i forgot to mention he is half elf, my only non human oc (FOR NOW- i tend to go apeshit w/ ocs) his personality tbh is kinda 🧍i dont know actually- the closest i can get is like a chill dude that likes to do the least work possible but if forced to he will be pretty cruel? im not sure on him yet but he’s fun..

also here are picrews (bc i cant draw for shit im so sorry) of them w/ the order being the same as how i mentioned them

#sobbign crying intried #i get so embarassed showing off picrews bc my mind immediately thinks everyone will think its cringe #but ik @ the end of the day it doesn’t matter bc my ocs are just self indulgence anyway #aphmau #minecraft diaries #dei oc

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scoobydoo-andnancytoo · 1 year

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Reading Secrets Can Kill but I Share My Every Thought Chapters 9-13

- big anticipation built in the end of the last chapter w "confrontation is imminent" and then nancy is just like "there's no one there" immediately, v exciting - "this tape will never win an Oscar but it's the most interesting movie I've ever seen!" i know the author felt soooo clever for that one - Connie is a shoplifter !!!!! and stole the bracelet and i wonder how they went from jewelry thief to Girlboss Judo Champ - Hal stole SAT answer books and do they even keep those in schools? maybe they did but def not anymore so thats interesting - they're theorizing that Jake gave Hal the idea to steal the SAT answers to blackmail him later bc he would've had to set up the cameras in advance to catch him doing it on tape - Nancy's dad surprised her w the Ford mustang gt convertible she wanted so she's prob at least a LITTLE bit grateful Jake cut her brakes

- she tells nancy ab the blackmail tape and he has a blank look on his face which she mistakes for being too stunned to react, no girly he just doesn't want you to find out what Jake was blackmailing him with!!! - she basically tells him where the tape is !!!!! bad move girl bad move !! - still can't get over her describing daryl as sexy im sorry - nancy sprinkles in smth ab Hal doing essays for jake in convo w him - she asks him for SAT advice too "how'd you do that? or is that a secret" - he's WAY too nervous and scared of her bringing it up to be a murderer imo but also he might think nancy is going for Blackmail pt 2 - she's basically confronting everyone ab their blackmail stuff trying to be a lil subtle and w walt she brings up Jake and him telling her ab it and he is NOT happy ab it - nancy thought walt was gonna hit her for a sec omg maybe he is on roids after all - NANCY MENTIONS JUDO!!!! she's done Judo classes and that's where they take it from ig :) - Jake knew Connie was a lil shoplifter bc her getting caught taking a jacket was in her school file for w/e reason - Connie was gonna RETURN the bracelet but he made her wear it and then took it himself - she's like "he made me do everything he asked" and then shudders and says "everything" again and i don't THINK they'd put him blackmailing her for sexual favors in a nancy drew book but it sure feels implied - Connie is devastated that nancy thinks she might have killed him but Walt is def the most likely suspect of the 3 she's looking at - daryl insists on seeing the tape, prob to make sure he isn't on it - they start kissing on her couch while the tape is running and i wonder if he kissed her so he could keep his eyes on the tape while she's distracted - nancy gets caught making out w daryl by bess and george and then IMMEDIATELY after he leaves Ned calls 🤭 - he's all "I miss you" and nancy is like "me too" liar - she's so funny like ohhh daryl is exciting but ned is the one i love, i hope he doesn't know - but then she throws a "wasn't he?" at the end of Ned being the one she loves !!!!!!!! she's gonna be so disappointed in daryl "treason" gray once she knows - nancy left the tape running while she and daryl were making out and bess and george are gonna turn it off while she's on the phone so they'll prob catch the stuff ab daryl? - Ned is coming down from university to see nancy and he's all excited but nancy is going to the dance with daryl 😭 sorry her not telling him seems soooo shady with how she's talking and thinking ab this - yep george just did a "there's something you should see...." dw nancy your dating problem is about to be solved rq!!! - he goes to a diner called the red caboose to meet w a Shady Guy handing him an envelope so ig that's where they came up with Maxine's as a location - tbh the clips of him as nancy described it do not reveal a thing that i can tell aside from that he was doing smth shady which nancy agrees - nancy wondering if daryl was gonna kill her if he saw himself on the tape but hey girl look on the bright side!!! u can break ur date w daryl without issue - they're gonna investigate the places daryl went to try and figure out what was up with that - bess has a new bf Alan who's band is playing at the dance so im sure that'll be important somehow - the red caboose is right by a US gov building and uh i feel like in front of a US gov building fenced in as private property that prob has security cameras is Not where you should do your envelope hand-off with a shady character but what do i know, I've never committed treason before - im assuming it'll still be treason he's committing - the building is an air force defense plant "up to their arms in secrets" w blueprints for bombs and missile detection gadgets, i know Nancy's stomach hurts rn and it is def still treason - bess is trying to come up w other alternatives like "oh maybe he just started a private messenger service!" lol - he dropped the envelope off at a USSR building - searchlights then come from the building and a car is heading straight for Nancy's new convertible 😱 both her insurance and her dad will be SICK if she has a SECOND car crash in one book and this one is brand new too! - they veer away to try and get off the property and two men in black jumpsuits w guns jump in front of the car to stop nancy from getting away - this is so very comical to picture - she manages to get out of the property but now there's a High Speed car chase w an unmarked van after them - yep car crash pt 2 lmao her dad is gonna be sooooooo pissed, tho i feel like they could've done smth more original here - now nancy goes thru the light while it's yellow and when it turns to red the villains chasing them stop for a sec and then run it which is so funny bc why wouldn't they. they're literally trying to kill you why would they stop ???? lol - nancy says smth ab where are the cops when you need them but then is glad they aren't there bc the diplomat would be fine but "nancy would have one of two option, blow her cover or get arrested, neither of which was very appealing" and firstly, still a good chance she'd get arrested anyways and also ?? i feel like she doesn't need the "regular high school transfer student!" cover anymore like girl you have 90% of what you need, the USSR people are after you whether they know you're a Girl Detective of not? - they get out of it by...going to busy pizza parlor and they're just casually getting food instead of idk calling the cops or Nancy's dad at least - i keep getting Carla Dalton and Brenda Carlton mixed up srsly they're so similar name wise and for what and now they're at the pizza place together - it's not daryls dad company secrets he's selling/courriering btwn the plant and the ussr building but still cannot get over that the defense guy giving away US military secrets does it right in front of the building like not even on the side of the red caboose or somewhere more secretive - bess is like "do you really think daryl would do something like that" about killing Jake and uh if he's involved in the selling of DEFENSE secrets and thought he was gonna get caught i think he'd be capable of that!!! - yep she's making a plot to get daryl to confess at the dance and yes it involves Alan somehow - this feels v much like a scooby doo trap setting moment 👀 - nancy asks george to come too and she's like "but i don't have a date!!" and nancy says she has one for her and george complains that she doesn't like blind dates. guys you're literally going to catch a murderer or at the very least a spy involved in treason. is that rlly what's important here???😭

#coercion cw #cw coercion #never thought id be tagging that in a Nancy Drew post #sorry guys this is a long one!#but im almost done #nancy drew #secrets can kill

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