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silasbug · 1 year

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fondly thinking about my best friend.

no idea how she's managed to stick it out with me this far but i'm amazed that after over 6 years she still has enough patience to tolerate me.

when i don't feel like i'm good enough, she reminds me of who i am. when i make mistakes, she doesn't treat me any different. when i'm highly dysphoric, she just /gets/ it and shows me unrelenting support and encouragement. she's my #1 hypeman, and i am hers.

there isn't another person in the world that's been able to make me feel even.. remotely okay in my own skin, about how i look and how a body feels (i would also say about who i am, but i'd be lying).

i realize that i've always had a bit of body dysmorphia and generally don't enjoy looking at my own face because it's.. very uncanny to me. i don't have a proper sense of style. but she always just?? has something nice to say and she does it so genuinely that you can actually believe that she means what she says. because she's the same.

i'll go out looking like a 12 year old boy and she's just. fucking. there for it. she'll cheer for it. do it with me. and then we'll walk around the block looking like two lil' dudebros together because we own the same clothes. and fucking hell.

this girl is too good to me. i absolutely don't deserve her.

sometimes it's hard to believe that someone like her exists.

and that i get to be witness to it.

there's caveats, of course. we talk so rarely (we go weeks without), the interests we share are few and far between and there's.. so many things i could never tell her because i will never get over that fear of losing her.

there is no right moment and there isn't a time and those are things i neither need nor want her to know, because it would change the way she sees me.

and i guess that seems callous and detached and dishonest.

but we are there when it matters. i am there when she needs me and i will always pick up her pieces.

i want her to have a good thing. she sees me as a good thing.

so i'll let her have me this way.

#the one person i've not yet managed to hurt and i don't think i ever fucking will #i'd throw myself off a damn cliff first #this girl just saw me one day when i showed up to school. decided i /seemed/ too cool for school and adopted me over the summer.#like what. how. i am THE lamest guy™ AND SHE somehow STILL thinks i'm cool what a nerd UGH #it's just sad that we're at the point where we have little to tell each other because our lives are so different & we live far apart #at least we can take naps with each other and just chill out when we meet. we can just.. be in the moment together and enjoy it.#and that is still. everything.#also like. i generally don't take selfies but i did a few days ago because i thought i looked kinda cool and i told her about it and #she really wanted to see & she is the only person i'd ever send selfies to and she just...#'bug those last three could work as a hot fuckboy tinder profile' LOL bless her that's the funniest shit i've ever heard #IDK IT'S that thing where you love and care so much for someone that they become infiniely more attractive than they are at first glance?#but she's the only person that i'd ever actually be able to believe. because she is so fucking genuine.#i'll also never get over the fact that she is the smartest and most studious person i know but listens to the most anti social german rap #like LMAO okay girl! you go! i hate it but i love you #it's just a funny contrast that she listens to the filthiest shit imaginable hahaha #personal

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holylulusworld · 4 months

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Jealousy a la Bucky

Summary: He’s not jealous.

Pairing: (Soft)Mobster!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings: jealous Bucky, Bucky is smitten for the reader, Steve being a tease, fluff, flirting

He’s not jealous. Never. He’s not even looking your way when you talk to one of his business partners. Nope. He’s not squaring his jaw or balling his hands into fists. No, of course not.

What he does is sulk at the bar, a pout on his lips, and a grumpy expression on his face. He nips at his drink while following your every move.

“That her?” Steve finally asks. He watched his friend stare at you from afar for almost half an hour. Now he wants to tease him. “I guess she’s good at making new friends, huh? A pretty dame like her. All alone. Wearing a dress like that.”

“First and final warning,” Bucky points his index finger at his friend and brother-in-crime. “I saved your life more than once. But I will take it if you say one more thing about that woman.”

“Aw, it finally happened,” sipping at his drink Steve watches his friend frown deeply. You giggle at something Clint Barton, one of his confidants and notorious weapon dealers, said. “James Buchanan Barnes is in love.”

“Shut up, punk,” Bucky grunts. “If you say one more word, you’ll lose your tongue and more.” He angrily glares at Barton, swearing on his mother’s grave he’ll kill the man if he dares to touch you. “I’m not in love.”

He’s not in love. Not at all. Of course, not. James Buchanan Barnes, a notorious mobster, and stone-cold weapon dealer doesn’t fall in love.

Then, why can’t he take his eyes off you, his sweet new assistant? The woman taking care of his life. “She brings me food and makes my appointments. Y/N is only my assistant. Stop acting like I lost my dead heart to that beautiful, caring, and sweet girl.”

“You are so in love with her,” Steve grins and raises his glass. “To James Buchanan Barnes, the most wanted bachelor who finally got tamed. I hope you know I want to be your best man at your wedding.”

Bucky glares at Steve. He wants to say something, or (and) punch his friend’s face when someone calls his name. Your sweet voice brings him out of his rage and back to reality.

“Mr. Barnes, you should eat something,” you clear your throat to get your boss’s attention. “Sir, I got you a plate filled with all the things you like.”

“All the things I like?” He drops his eyes to the plate you hold. “You mean all the things you like, doll.”

You giggle at the pet name. Bucky Barnes is a dangerous man, and you should be afraid to be even close to him. Oddly, you feel the safest around your boss. He’s a big teddy bear when it comes to you.

“Fine, I got you the same things I like so we can share.”

“You want to share the food with Bucky?” Steve swallows thickly when his friend snaps his head toward him. “He’s a food thief. You should keep a close eye on that food.”

“I like sharing,” you softly say. “Mr. Barnes often forgets to eat. I made it my mission to take care of him and his well-being.”

Steve chokes on his drink at the look Bucky gives you. Puppy dog eyes. James Buchanan Barnes looks at you like you are a miracle to him.

“Uh-cool,” the blonde says. “I’ll grab some food too. It was a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Y/L/N.”

“Same,” you are busy offering food to your boss and barely look at Steve. “Now, what do you want to taste first?”

‘Your lips’, Bucky thinks to himself but doesn’t say it out loud. “What do you recommend?”

“We could start with the salmon and then, you should try the green asparagus. It’s delicious and the best I ever ate. OH, and they have the best desserts, Bucky.” You gasp as you just called your boss by his name. “I’m sorry, Sir…I didn’t…I…”

“My name sounds like a melody on your tongue,” Bucky grabs the salmon to wolf it down. You just stare at him, and let his words sink in.

“That was…” you snort. “Oh my god! So funny. I mean…sorry…but…that was the lamest pick-up line ever,” you step closer to whisper in his ear. “You know, if you like me, you can just ask me out.”

“It was poetic and—” He tries to argue until he realizes you kinda asked him out. “Do you want to go on a date with me, doll?”

“Phew, finally,” you smirk. “I wouldn’t have made it through the night if I talked to Mr. Barton for much longer. He wanted me to have a look at his bow. I still don’t know what he meant.”

“His bow?” Bucky hiccups. “That bastard wanted to show you his bow?”

“Hmm…I told him that you already offered to show me your gun.”

“Right now?” He nervously shifts on his feet, and hopefully looks at you.

“No,” you pat his chest and smile. “I don’t look at a man’s gun before the second date…or the third.”

“I bet you’ll make an exception for me,” he takes the plate out of your hands and throws it over his shoulder. “Don’t worry, doll. I’ll order room service for us.”

“I’m keeping you up on that promise, Sir…”

You will have room service, in Paris only a few hours later…

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emerald-notes · 1 year

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Noona! Please! Help! - Part 1

Fandom: BTS Characters: Younger Brothers BTS and Elder Sister Narrator Genre: A Little Dramatic and A Little Comedic Word Count: 1.7K Words Warning: Mention of BTS crackhead behaviors (I mean, why not? We all love their crackheadness), sickness, economic crisis, broken family, mention of emotional abuse, characters death etc. Note: It’s a siblings AU story of BTS with the narrator as their elder sister. I tried to write something different from what I usually write about. I had fun making this. Hope it makes you feel good too. Happy Reading Everyone :)

Summary: Her little brothers can’t attend to a single task without her help. Be it a dance competition or asking out a girl for a date, they always seem to be finding everything too hard to go through without her by their side. ‘Our lucky charm’; that’s what they like to call her. But what if she turns out to be a misfortune in different situations in one single day?

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - More to come

Prologue:

I always wonder when Ma said that she wanted a big family the day Pa had asked her to marry him, if she had really meant it like a family of ten people. But one thing was clear. Pa took her words to his heart and fulfilled her dream without compromise.

The struggle of being the elder sister of seven messy and chaotic brothers can be something impossible to even imagine. Especially if you are growing up in a household where both your parents are too sweet to ever scold their children.

I wish I could be that person who can easily punish her younger siblings when they misbehave. But alas! God had other plans. He made sure that my seven precious brothers were treated kindly by my parents to the point of being spoiled.

Now don’t get the wrong idea. My brothers are not all spoiled brats. In fact, most of them grew up to be gentlemen. At least, in front of the people that matters. But when they are home together with no one to supervise them, they are the biggest crackheads to ever exist.

Even if they give me headaches that are almost similar to that of the migraine pain my best friend suffers from (I said ‘almost’ because no pain compares to her evil migraine, trust me!) the moment I look into their eyes, I can’t bring myself to be mean. I think they have somehow mastered the art of creating the most innocent puppy eyes that melts my heart within seconds.

I think I am giving you the wrong idea all along. It's actually because I can’t express my frustration with my naughty angels in real life. So, it is making me pour out all the complaints here in texts all at once. Maybe it's time for a proper chronological introduction of them. And I will not make you wait any longer.

Kim Seok Jin:

The eldest and the handsomest, as he likes to be called, is none other than our Kim Seok Jin. “Just call me Jin. It sounds cool.” as our prince had once said. So, it had been maintained by everyone without a word. After all, he’s the hyung of the pack.

Three years younger than me, acts like the maknae more than the maknae does himself, Jin never fails to crack a joke at every family event. His sense of humor is unlike any other. No one would agree that his dad jokes are ever really funny. But you would never catch them not laughing even whenever Jin made one of his lamest jokes. My personal belief is that the mystery lies within Jin’s own laughing sound.

Kim Yoon Gi:

The only one who dares not to laugh, when the others are ready to roll on the ground, is our second eldest hyung, Yoongi. He even managed to come into this world as early as possible after Jin so that only nine months is their age difference.

My grandma used to tell a touching story of how my mother had lost her beloved cat during her pregnancy when she carried Yoongi. That’s how he ended up getting her cat’s name. Yoongi lives up to his name too. He looks like a cat, acts like a cat and I feel that he even thinks like a cat.

Kim Ho Seok:

Oldest by only seven minutes among the first set of twins mother gave birth to, Hoseok is the sunshine of our family. His bright spirit and reckless laugh puts everyone at ease. It is as if he had taken the responsibility of always keeping the good vibes in the family.

However, his angry side is just as scary. Nobody wants to deal with an angry Hoseok. Nobody! Not Jin, not me, not even Ma and Pa.

Kim Nam Joon:

Hoseok’s twin Namjoon is the brain of the team. Who said that it is always the middle child who gets ignored all the time? Namjoon proves every single one of them wrong. It is always Namjoon who comes to the conversation first whenever a relative of ours asks about us.

With all that demeanor like an older child, both physically and mentally, Namjoon still has a very childish side of him. That child is the God of destruction who breaks everything it touches. These contradictory qualities had earned him his nickname, ‘Giant-baby’.

Kim Ji Min:

The second set of twins produced Jimin as the oldest. Jimin, the comforter. Jimin, the lovely. And definitely Jimin, the flirt.

If cringe could be a person, he would be Jimin. He never shies away from his emotions. “Did I mention that I love you?” is something you would often hear him say. Even though others pretend to throw up at his words of affirmations, they have to agree that they can’t help liking it secretly.

Kim Taehyung:

Jimin’s soulmate, born with a face of a Greek God, Kim Taehyung runs the fashion industry in our home. “That lipstick doesn’t suit your eye makeup” , “The shoes made your whole fit cheap”, “Try to wear that and everyone will think you’re going through a breakup.” Taehyung doesn’t care to point them out.

Taehyung lives in his own world. Not in his mind exactly. I think it is an invisible world that coexists with ours. Because most of the time, we question his behavior and sometimes his sanity too.

Kim Jungkook:

The golden maknae, also the only one having a two years age difference with his closest elder hyung, is our bunny boy Jungkook. At first sight, everyone would think he’s the high school heartthrob. But once you get to know him, you’ll know how shy he is in front of strangers.

Whatever shyness he has in him, he uses them all outside our home. Because inside it’s always, “Party! Party! Yeah!” And that party is always him alone in his room doing karaoke till it's 3 in the morning. But who’s to scold him for that?

The reason behind each of their varying personalities, I believe, is because we grew up in different households as children. Is it even surprising? Do you think it is really possible for two people to take care of eight kids without help? The answer to this question may be a little complicated.

But my parents were determined to raise their kids by themselves so that none of them ever feels left out. And they did it too, for almost 8 years. But Ma fell ill right after giving birth to Jungkook. And Pa was having some financial crisis at the same time. As it has been said 'Bad things come in threes', Jungkook was born with some complications.

So, Pa had to focus on him and him alone. It was still hard for Pa to do it without Ma by his side. That's when I decided to take charge of taking care of the youngest while Pa looked after Ma and his business. I know I was only 8 years old at the time, but our situation had forced me to be more mature than that.

After some discussions on our wellbeing and the family's economic condition, Ma and Pa decided to keep Jungkook and me only. They told me that it was only for the time being and that they would bring everyone together as soon as they could.

Poor Jimin and Taehyung had no idea when they were sent to live with Granma and Granpa. I learned later that little Tae had continually cried for days and Jimin had grown too quiet for a two year old.

Namjoon and Hoseok were sent to stay with Ma's elder sister, her husband and her little daughter who was just about the age of the twins. As far as the report went, I'm positive that among all my brothers they got to stay a little happier away from home.

The one who suffered the most was probably Yoongi. Being too innocent for this world, Pa had failed to recognise how cruel his brother's behavior could sometimes get. Maybe growing up with an emotionally unavailable adult made Yoongi the most outwardly cold. Mind you that I said 'outwardly' because I'm sure if you can see through his heart, you will find something quite the opposite.

Jin stayed with Pa's sister who had been raising kids her whole life. All of her kids were older than Jin. So I guess it's easier to understand why Jin acts like a maknae all the time.

The idea of bringing them home 'as soon as possible' remained an idea. Because by the time Pa had somehow managed to get into a reliable position with his business, Ma was gone. And Pa had no other choice but to follow her.

Since it would be impossible for a 13 year old to be taking care of her 5 year old brother on her own, Granma decided to take us to her as well. So, we were reunited with Tae and Jimin in her house.

One by one, my little brothers turned 18 and built their own life. Even though I am now a full grown 25 year old woman I still couldn't leave my granma's house. And it is because I couldn't give up on being a parent to the youngest who has still not crossed the line of 18.

"Just wait for one more year and I'll grow up and thrive in this world." Jungkook says that quite a lot lately. Even though it might sound a little selfish, I wish my Jungkookie never grew up. So that I could keep him all to myself like I had been doing for the past 17 years of my life.

But there is a bright side of them finally turning 18. One by one the hyung line among my brothers started to get in touch with me more and more frequently. Finally, after years of separation, I truly feel like I'm getting to be that older sister that I had to be. And I'm happy that they are allowing me to be just that.

You might get a little confused as to why I had complained about them in the beginning of this story as if they were little kids I have to look after when I didn't even get to live with them for that long. Let me get you out of this confusion. It's because now that I finally get to be close enough once again, I realized one very important fact that applies to them all. My brothers haven't really grown up.

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beaniebeensbaby201 · 1 year

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MIDNIGHT SKY// JAY KELSO X READER

For first chapter click here: Part 1

A/N: I decided to make Cassie their family friend instead of their actual cousin to go along with the story. But there might be a story twist a bit, but I'm still figuring it out. Nothing too dramatic kr anything, just who her parents r and stuff.

Part 2 of this will be posted either tonight or tomorrow.

I know you have all been waiting for a part two, and I haven't been very active with my stories. But I'm going to get back into writing, I have been watching the last of us recently, and I am going to be writing a story for Joel.

If anyone wants to be tagged in this series lmk!

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We were back in Forman's basement playing uno. I was swinging my leg that was over my thigh and saw Ozzie place all his cards down.

"Ozzie, boo that's not how you play. You're only supposed to drop one card." I frowned, confused as to what he was doing.

He looked at me with a slight glare on his face as I gulped.

"Excuse me?" I rolled my eyes at the boy and sighed.

"Cool basement." Gwen said as I sat down in a chair next to the light skinned girl.

"Yea man, it's dope." I agreed, I adjusted my sunglasses that were starting to fall when I tucked a piece of red hair in.

"It's a dump." I took a swig of my cola that was resting on the table.

"Ozzie man, manners." I hissed, but he just rolls his eyes at me.

"Ozzie and I met last year in detention. Tell her what you did." Gwen said, getting excited.

"Chill out bro, you're gonna burn a hole in that chair." She slapped my hand, and I just gasped dramatically at her.

"You didn't!" She just rolls her eyes at my dramaticness.

"I told my math teacher his wife was cheating on him. She was making out with some guy at IHOP." I laughed, I would always laugh whenever Ozzie would tell us this story as Leia looked over at me like I'm crazy.

"That's horrible." Leia said as I took another sip.

"I know, IHOPE." He scoffed.

"She could have done it somewhere else. Why iHOP? The lamest date ever, man. You know, maybe the government had something to do with this man. I mean, my old man would tell me some shit about them." I said, as Leia gives me a weird look.

"What does the government have to do with ihop?" I just shrugged at Leia's question, not knowing the answer to her question.

"I don't know, man." I laughed.

The door to the basement opened and revealed my boyfriend, Nikki, and Nate.

"Babe!" I jumped into his arms, my legs wrapping around his waist as he quickly caught me with a low grunt.

"Ugh, please don't make out. I think I might gag." I rolled my eyes, but I kissed him anyways.

"You will not believe what we found." Nate said he looked like a kid in a candy store.

"You found a keg?" I asked.

"Bro! You ruined the story, man!" I give him a fake pout as I dropped my feet back to the ground and ignored Nate's wines.

"You don't get excited like that unless it has something to do with beer. And like I said, if it's a story about how you found a keg, I'd like to hear how you, my dear friend, how you found it." I skipped towards the couch, with Jay's hand in mine as I made him sit first and plant myself on his lap.

"Now, tell me. How did you find this tap?" I pat my lap waiting for Nate to start his story.

"Because if this is just you telling us the story of you eating a McRib again, then I will be disappointed in you." I joked, as Nate looked at me with a scared look on his face.

"Hey man, I thought it was gone forever!" I rolled my eyes and picked at the chip black nail polish on my nails.

"Aw, you were scared, babe?" I groaned in annoyance, tilting my head back that was now resting on Jay's shoulder.

Jay pats my stomach as he laughed at my dramaticness.

"So awful to see those two." I leaned my face so my face was hiding in his neck away from their view.

"Can you tell your story now, man?" I asked, but not facing their view as my eyes were closed getting bored.

"So, we were just chilling in my van. Cassie was supposed to join us, but she ditched Jay for Gwen." I shrugged.

"Because I'm her favorite." Gwen piped in.

"Nu-huh, I am." Jay pouted, but I put my fingers through his hair and shook my head.

"Sorry, babe, but Gwen is my favorite." I give him a kiss on his pouted lips that turned into a smile.

"But at least you get kisses and other things." I whispered the other part that the others didn't hear.

"Why don't I get the front seat?" Nikki asked, I looked up at Nate and then back to Jay.

"Yea, Nate, why doesn't your girlfriend get the front seat?" I pressed.

"I called shotgun." I scoffed at Jay and quickly got off of his lap.

"So, if Nate called shotgun in your car, he'd get the front seat?" Jay gulped and looked at Gwen, but she just shrugged and had a smirk on her face.

"N-no?" He stuttered, I rolled my eyes at him, knowing that was a lie.

"He's my best friend Cas." Nate claimed, I ignored him, and I just sat back down in my regular lawn chair.

"You get no cuddles nor kisses for a week." Jay continued to protest, but I ignored him as Leia looked at me.

"Wow." Leia said as I looked at her with scrunched eyebrows.

"How do you do that? That was so brave." I snorted at the blonde girl.

"Everyone is scared of her." Leia looked at me with a confused look on her face.

"But you're so nice! How could you be scary?" I heard a noise coming from everyone in the room.

"Last year, Cassidy freaking froze the football teams' clothes! And she pulled the fire alarm so she could get out of a math test!" I shrugged, crossing my arms over my chest, and crossed my leg over my thigh.

"It's easy, man. You just gotta make sure the cameras can't see you. Also, I have so many fake doctors' notes, man. I think my old man would be proud of me." I joked, as I have a fake smile on my face.

"I still don't know how you're with a Kelso. Your dad must've flipped, dude." I shrugged my shoulders.

"Who's you're dad?" Leia asked.

"Steven Hyde, but I kept my moms last name." Leia went wide-eyed as she looked at me.

"Your dad is my dad's best friend! Dude, that's so weird!" I sighed. I continued to pick at the black nail polish off of my fingers.

"Not really. I don't see him, but he got arrested, and I hadn't seen him in a few years." I said, finishing my sob story.

"But anyways, you were saying Nate?" I wanted him to finish his story.

He was telling us how he got a keg from Mama's as I rolled my eyes.

"How the hell did you get a keg? You two are awful liars! Jay, you're terrible at keeping up with a lie without stuttering." I said, pointing Jay out as he gives me a disbelief look.

"Bro!" Nate said, offended. But they both started saying bro to each other.

"I need a new boyfriend." I shook my head and looked to Ozzie, who placed a hand on my thigh.

"It's okay, you'll learn for next time." I scowled at the boy, and he just gave me a sarcastic smile.

"They were like this the whole time." I gasped, placing a hand over my heart and quickly rushing towards Nikki and giving her a hug.

"I'm so sorry for you, babes." I pat her curly hair, but making sure not to ruin her curls.

"Come on, babe. It's the fourth of July, miracle! With beer!" He exclaimed the last part to Nikki.

"Then what are we waiting for! Let's tap that keg and get the party going!" Gwen said. I quickly agreed with her. Nate, on the other hand, looked worried.

"We don't have a tap." I groaned, leaning on Gwen, who was sitting on a chair at the table.

"You idiot! You got a keg with no tap!" I said, shaking my head at the boy.

"Would a kiss make it better?" Nikki sarcastically asked me as I scowled at her playfully.

"Do you have a mouthful of beer?" She shook her head.

"Then no." I replied.

"Well. I have something remotely better." Leia said.

I was sitting on Jay's lap, as I was staring at uno cards.

"Bro, pick a card." I giggled, looking at Gwen.

"Bro, c'mon!" I whined. She caved and took a card.

"I bet you it's a blue card!' I laughed when it was the right card.

"Dude, that's so fuckin cool bro! How did you know?" I put an invisible key to my lips and zipped my mouth. But I ended up laughing, then I stopped, then I continued to laugh again.

Our high was over as Nate was now trying to bang the keg opened. I was yawning as I was sitting next to Ozzie as I was staring at Nate.

"Nate versus beer. You know, I thought I trained you to he better kid. I thought that you'd learned better from me. I was so wrong." I tsk at the boy.

"Cassie man, would you shut up! You're making me feel bad!" I rolled my eyes as I walked away. I made my way towards Jay, and leaned on his arm.

"I thought you said no cuddles or kisses for a week?" A grin was plastered on his lips as I grumbled at him.

"Shut up." He laughed as I got more comfortable on his arm.

"Wait, why can't we just go back to Mama's and get a tap?" I looked at Leia with a terrified look.

"Look, man, we all tried. I even let Jay flirt with her!" I said, Gwen shuddered in response.

"It's true. And Cassie is very possessive of Jay." I nodded my head, agreeing.

"It's true. But I'm not that bad, am I?" I looked to Nikki, who gives me a half and half shake with her hand.

"But you only do it when other girls flirt with him. Which is understandable." I let out a sigh of relief.

"Even Cas tried. Jay had to swoop in and save the girl before she blew her cover. She almost got caught by the cops again." I nodded my head. A look of fright was on my face.

"It's true, man. I almost died." Jay throws me into his arms and hugged me as I fakes sobbed.

"I have failed at lying!" I cried, fake sobs racking my body.

"It's okay, babe. It's not you. It was her." He assured me as I pulled away from his warm body.

"Okay."Okay." He pushes some hair out of my face as he gives me a soft kiss on the lips.

"But you haven't tried yet." Gwen said, pointing to Leia.

"She's innocent! She's a Forman, man!" Gwen gives me a glare in response as I silenced myself.

"Then help me, you could show me how to be braver. Or lie better, I mean I was on the debate team. Can't be that hard to lie." I snorted.

"Debate team?" I asked, in return, a slap on my arm from Jay as I silenced myself.

"Cas could help you. I mean, she's literally the best at stealing." Jay said as I placed a hand on my heart.

"Awe babe, that's so sweet." I sneak my hand into his pocket as he continues to stare into my eyes as I stole a piece of gum.

"See, expert." We all rolled our eyes at the boy.

"You're just whipped." Gwen said to Jay, who scoffs in response and tried to deny.

"Deny, all you want, babe, but it's true. You are." I said while blowing a bubble with the mint gum.

"I want to be you when I grow up." I laughed at Leia, but she was one hundred percent serious.

"Alright. So, here's the plan." And I knew just from then that Leia Forman will become a woman, and learn that she could be strong without worrying about others.

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wonderfulworldofmichaelford · 2 years

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Psycho Analysis: Durza

(WARNING! This analysis contains SPOILERS!)

Ah, Eragon. A series as wonderfully creative as it is wonderfully cheesy. Yes, the first book is horribly derivative of stuff like Star Wars, but Christopher Paolini threw in just enough spice to make it work, and overall the series does come into its own in later installments. One of his more interesting ideas was Shades, which were basically a sorcerer whose body was turned into a shell containing multiple evil spirits. Yes, it’s not wholly original, but it did give us the badass antagonist of the first book, the red haired, red eyed Durza. He even ultimately had a pretty tragic backstory, and inspired a truly cringeworthy poem that Eragon wrote to try and get some elfussy (elf pussy).

Now imagine taking that, draining everything interesting that I just mentioned, and turning that into a generic evil sidekick and you have Film!Durza, pictured above reading the original novel and wishing he got that badass final fight instead of whatever happened here.

Eragon is a bad movie. Sure it’s not the worst thing in the world—really, it’s just dreadfully dull—but it managed to miss the mark on adapting anything from the books without sucking the creativity and fun out of it. The Urgals probably have this the worst, going from hulking horned humanoids to just unwashed barbarian hordes, but Durza got hit pretty bad as well. Losing any sort of compelling characterization or explanation for his existence, what we’re left with is a shade itself: an empty husk filled with awful things.

Motivation/Goals: He’s the evil emperor Palpatine’s Sauron’s Galbatorix’s right-hand man following the death of Morzan, his previous right-hand man. To this end, he has to do evil right-hand man things like torture elf girls until they start getting way too into it (Arya looks like she’s about to bust it at any minute in the film) or steal the kills of other characters from the books because the filmmakers didn’t think through who they’d need in this series. There’s really not much too Durza, I’m afraid; he’s really a bland antagonist.

Performance: Look, Robert Carlyle is a cool guy. He was in Trainspotting, he was in Once Upon a Time, this man has a great resume! And I imagine when he turns that resume in for a new job he leaves this film off, because he does fuck all with his performance here. Oh, he’s certainly trying, that much is clear, but the dismal script and the fact they fucked anything interesting out of Durza really just hampers what should have been a deliciously hammy villain role. At least he’s having fun and clearly seems to get how bad the movie he’s in is.

Final Fate: He dies, sure, but in a way that is unbelievably lame compared to the book. We don’t get a cool moment where Arya and Saphira explode a giant gemstone to save Eragon’s ass and let him deal the killing blow, followed by him absorbing Durza’s tragic backstory; no, here we get a crappy CGI smoke monster battle. Cool. Great. This is so totally better. Kind of like how it’s so totally better that the Ra’zac were made into gross mummy ninjas Durza created who die halfway through the movie, ruining any chance of a sequel making sense (not that this film ever had a chance of getting a sequel with how dismal it is).

Final Thoughts & Score: Durza somehow manages to be one of the lamest villains ever despite getting a massive boost in competency from the books. Here, he’s way more badass, constantly having the heroes on the ropes, never really losing a fight, and even creating the Ra’zac out of bugs; in the books, the dude is an absolute jobber. The thing is, in the books he still gets more characterization that makes him an interesting character, while in the movie, the most he gets is progressively uglier as the film goes on. It’s just so incredibly insulting to just about everyone.

Still, Durza isn’t the absolute worst villain ever or anything. Much like the movie itself, he’s really just a bland, forgettable waste of good ideas and talent. I think that Carlyle is at least trying his best with what he’s given, even though what he was given is basically nothing, and Durza at least still looks pretty cool. It’s not really enough to save him or make me be more generous with the score or anything like that, but he’s not the bottom of the barrel. He is, however, about an inch from it.

The movie version gets a 2/10, while the book version deserves a nice 7/10. It really is bad when you give a character the role of killing the hugely important mentor figure, the one who is a badass former dragon rider and the secret daddy of the protagonist, and he still fucking sucks.

#Psycho Analysis #Durza #robert carlyle #Eragon

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charmixpower · 1 year

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More rambling about "Twinning with the Witches" and "In the Heart of Cloudtower"

Can I just say, I'm like, so upset about how Winx being annoying about witches competely careen this episode off of cliff

The episode is called twinning (with the) witches and YET there is no twinning with the witches!! Crimes!!! Crimes!!

"Oh welcome to Cloud Tower we're all evil witches who use negative emotions for our magic and constantly back stab eachother" shut up shut up shut up this is the lamest shit I've ever heard in my entire life

I'm obessed with these episodes, and I am literally unable to shut up about them, but they suck. They suck so much ass. I need them to be better. That will justify my obessesion

Anyway I wish that the Winx and the Witches didn't just draw a line in the sand and decide to stand on their sides glaring at eachother, constantly fighting like it's so lame

Side stepping the Codex and Darkar for now, bc I love season 2 but God they sucked, it would of been amazing to see each of the Winx actually team up with a witch

Why are they teaming up with Witches? Well maybe there's some external force of magic that needs to be controlled/subdued/fixed in some way, and Witch magic is about interacting with external magic sources, while all fairy magic is personal

While Faries can connect to external manifestations of their cores, it's not as stable or direct. Flora has to send her own personal magic to a plant to start controlling it by integrating her own magic with the present magic, while a witch would just be able to control the magic present in the plant outright. So I'm thinking what ever the things are they're so unstable and volitle that it won't let any external magic interact or integrate with it, ergo the Winx need to hangout with some witches

This is actually more likely in s3 over s2 because of Valtor breaking shit. The things he's stealing the powers from, like the second Sun of Solaria and the Heart of All Oceans, and planets magical cores. Being the most powerful magical cores in the dimension because they're connected to all forms of whatever they represent. They're the core of most environmental magic

Personally would really enjoy a more low key and more low stakes thing where the Winx just hang out with some Cloud Tower witches. Maybe they need help making a very specific potion only a witch can make, but I also offer the more high stakes version because it's more in line with how high stakes the episode originally was

A day in the life of a witch. We don't have any Witch protagonists or anything of the sort because the writers were annoying about Mirta

I want to see witch girlies!!!!

Witches I want to see hanging out with the Winx:

1) Shilly. Girl has A LOT going on in the comics and it would be cool to see her in the show doing stuff. Shilly in twinning witches accidentally makes light enegry instead of dark energy, so I'm taking this to mean she's a incredibly positive person. She gives me anxious extrovert enegry. I've never read the comics about her. I think she'd be better at more support magic

2) Karen. The cheerleader!! I wanna see more of her. I think she'd be a lot like Ty-lee from alta. She'd probably cartwheel places. Does CT have a cheer squad?? She's apart of it. She probably holds some kind of student body position. I think she'd be good at more offensive magic and take a more active role over support. I've always headcanoned she was from Eraklyon too lol

3) Endora. That girl is a noble of some kind. Look at her hair. It has all the prestige she would ever need in her entire life. She looks confident and fiercely intelligent. I think she'd be a fun character to follow around. She seems like she'd be able to do combat magic

4) Hecate. Named after the goddess of witchcraft. This is a bitch with some power right here. I wanna see her get to show off. Plus she styles her hair the exact same way that I do and I'm eternally biased

5) Yakobetta. For the punk girlie energy

6) Pulisatilla. Not much is known about her except that she's flirtatious, like most witches bc they're easy to use for love triangles, but she was the one making the potion (along with Ivey) to help escape Cloud Tower in season 1 so I think she'd be a good witch to call on for help

If we're talking Witches with similar powers to match the twin part:

Lunilla for Stella. For the sake of this she's the witch of more than just the moon, but concentrates on her Moon powers being the opposite of Stella.

Vera for Musa. Vera wears headphones, which is enough for me to headcanon her as the witch of silence, as opposed to Musa being the fairy of sound.

Ivey probably has plant powers much like Flora, and I would love to see Flora hang out with a witch. Flora's love of science is basically her being the closest to a classical witch than the other Winx so they'd vibe

Lucrezia for Aisha. The girl looks like she has liquid powers, probably water tbh

Bloom and Tecna don't have easy analog tho. I'd used Rubis for Bloom and Zulema for Tecna bc they look like they could have similar powers

I wanna see them hang out with some witches!!!

I don't really have anything solid here except for a wish list, but twinning witches being about actually hanging with some witches instead of fighting with them would be fun

Plus. Fairy magic can apparently solve any problem???? That's lame. Give me a problem that faries just aren't equiped to handle at all, give me a reason witches are equally important as faries

Come on, come on, there has to be SOMETHING that the witches can do that Fairies can't that help keep the dimension stable and safe. Some sort of skill set that makes witches a better choice than faries in certain situations

Just, I wanna see them be useful, I wanna see them do something helpful for the plot. Screaming, crying, and begging

DAPHNE SHOULD BE A WITCH!!!!! Hehehehe it would explain how she was able to do fuckery with Domino's magic core??? Would that fuck?? I think it fucks

#rus chatters #winx witches

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mindofmaya · 1 year

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Graduate School Apps, TikTok, and Feeling Inadequate?

Hi.

Lately I have been feeling inadequate. But I am determined to sit in it because I have this bad habit of shitting on myself even when I am doing really well.

So, even though this is the lamest I will ever feel I am shifting my mindset to think that my life cannot get better!

I have to make my vision board for 2023. I think I’ll do that on the 23rd. Apparently that’s a really good manifestation day.

In the meantime, I have finished my graduate statement and I was proud of it, but after receiving the feedback that it was giving more undergraduate than MFA, I am back at the drawing board. On one hand, I am applying for some of the most competitive acting programs in the country, so I need to have a really strong effing application. On the other hand, I... I am doubting myself. I feel like I am putting so much pressure on myself to do everything right, which is how I ended up in the situation in the first place! I know I just need to cool out and do the best I can, but I am not sure if I can take any more heartbreak.

On a slightly more positive note, I started recording my workouts and posting them on Tiktok. I am not getting a lot of views yet but hopefully I will soon! That would be fun, since it is something that I actually enjoy could help others (and myself, if you know what I mean ;)).

I’m watching Sex and the City, and Carrie is lowkey inspiring me right now, which should tell you a lot about the state of my mental lol. She is delusional af! (Please note this statement is only about season 1 Carrie, I do not speak of the other versions of that girl) She just knows that everything is going to workout and her downfall is her pride. Like, if I could be a mix of Samantha and Carrie I’d probably manifest a billionaire boyfriend and a book deal by now. But hear me when I say, EFF CARRIE, LONG LIVE SAMANTHA!

xoxo maya

#mindofmaya

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trumanlilac · 2 years

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With only the company of my dad and I for the past few weeks was just fine with me. Unlike I predicted, I didn't see an over excessive amount of Grace during those weeks either. I spent a lot of time drawing, and a lot of time thinking, and even more time crying.

I didn't know what it was about Matty that just made me feel so hurt. What was it about this person who I'd only known for such a short span of time. Why couldn't I stop thinking about him? Why couldn't I find a single detail on this man that I didn't like...both appearance wise, and personality wise. Okay well maybe there's something I could say I didn't like...the way he laughed at serious moments...other people's serious moments at least.

Or the way he carrys around a cancer stick, or a dozen...and smokes half of them in the course of the day. Maybe more than that if I'd been around to see him doing it.

He figured me out, faster than anyone I have ever met, and sadly faster than anyone else I think I'll ever meet...besides Elaine...but I stopped seeing her... Maybe Matty was right that maybe we were meant to know each other due to meeting one another in psychology...some days, if I were depressed enough, I'd think that I finally realized it. Other days when I'm pissed, I don't.

He called me everyday, sometimes twice a day...but, he recently gave up...not one call, not one text. I knew it had to happen sometime soon...but when it did, even that hurt as much as it did to ignore every call---

"Welcome, class. My name is Mr. William and I will be your instructor this semester,"

I shut my journal as the voice of a man reign through the large room. I looked up where it came from, he was tall and middle-aged, with a very joyous grin. He looked quite interesting.

"Tell me, do any of you have any prior experience in the art of figure drawing?" He stepped up to the figure model's stage and took a seat on a brown wooden chair, nicely padded with a red pillow which gave me this olden day King's chair type of vibe...

I slowly stuck my journal into my backpack, then looked around to see if anyone could possibly be more advanced than I. No one lifted a finger. I didn't know if he'd ask me a really hard question about it if I'd raise my hand, so I kept it down. It was for my own good.

"No one? Well, today we will be jumping straight into it, to test the waters a bit. Now you're all artists," He said, "if not, you're in the wrong room and probably wrong school too..." everyone laughed. I smiled, it wasn't funny to me, but it was a cool thing to say I guess. I always wondered why people felt the need to make such a fuss when people said the lamest jokes. Not that the instructor's joke was lame or anything...

"Our model will be out in just one minute." He assured us. I noticed the clip to my drawer's board was hanging. I looked around to see if anyone had noticed it. I didn't buy a brand new one, like the ones everyone around me appeared to have. They were shiny and clean, no scratches, dints, stickers, or charcoal in sight.

Mine was an old one from home, I didn't see the need to buy a new one if I was happy with what I had. As I fixed it with a hurry I could hear the model's footsteps from the stage and women behind me whispering. I quickly finished tussling with the clip and looked up.

He was a pretty handsome guy, forgetting that the students around me all looked much older than I, he looked a bit too old for my liking...just with that thought, the door opened and in came a young girl with a loud pink bob hairstyle. A hoop stuck out of her nose, and her floral Doc Marten boots squeaked with every step. I quickly looked back at the model as she came closer.

She dropped her bag on the floor and swung her large carrier over her head, "sorry I'm late--" her voice echoed across the room to the Mr. William held his finger up to his lips to quiet her. She nodded, quickly, then struggled with the zipper to release her clipboard. All of her charcoal came falling out and snapping in two all over the floor, and a few beside me. I didn't want to help her, knowing that we were being timed...but with my instincts I turned around to pick up the broken sticks next to my shoe.

She hurried over to me, taking them as I dropped them into her cupped hands before me, "thank you so much." she whispered. I smiled and nodded, afraid of my whisper echoing like her's. Her accent was nothing like Matty's or the guys. She sounded much more proper, and fancy...posh as the called it. Another surprise, because it didn't match her grungey choice of appearance at all.

"Damnit." She sighed, realizing that almost half her case of charcoal had snapped, all besides the thick ones.

I looked into my box as she finished setting her area up, then handed her a stick of mine.

She smiled and took it, "thank you." She said.

"No problem," I mouthed, returning to my drawing.

"I'm Zoe."

"Katie." I whispered so lowly that it almost had no sound at all.

The instructor walked over, hurriedly. I jumped as he stood between us, "I must please ask you two to be silent. Some people prefer silence as they work, although you are welcome to have earphones."

I nodded, feeling embarrassed for being part of the only younger students in the room and getting told a rule on the first day.

And that's how I met Zoe. She was twenty years old, and richer than any friend I'd ever had in my past. She could do anything she wanted, and have anything she wanted...but she didn't act like it. In fact, you wouldn't even know she came from a wealthy family until she opened her mouth. She never talked about her money, or shopped excessively.

In fact, she hated the way her family behaved. As if money was the root of everything that held them together...she would sometimes go into huge rants about it, and then ask me if I'm awake a few hours later when she finished. I wasn't.

Over time it was like she was all I ever saw. Sort of the way it was when I had met Matty and the guys. She came over every other day to 'practice drawing,' but really we'd just end up laughing, eating, and talking about people we've met from different classes we didn't have each other in.

"So there's this party tomorrow night--"

"Zoe, you know I don't go to parties." I laughed, she always made an effort to invite me to school parties or house parties the guys she met in school clubs and other classes would throw. I didn't understand why she hadn't given up yet, knowing that my answer would always be no.

"Come on, this one everyone is raving about." She shook her head, "you can't always just say no and stay in this..." she looked around, "cave all your life."

"It's not a cave." I threw my pillow at her head, her reflexes were ten times better than mine, but maybe my effort had the same explanation as her's...I hoped for a sudden change.

My bedroom was dark. I rarely ever opened the shades, it was always pretty dark, and I liked it that way.

"Is it because of that one guy you told me about?" She asked.

"What?" I heard her perfectly well.

She rolled her eyes, pushing her hair back tiredly, "the one who fucked your psychologist--"

"Shhh!" I sat up, I didn't want to replay the moment in my visual mind.

"Katie," she fixed her legs more comfortably on the bed, then looked at me. "Did you sleep with this guy?" She asked.

"I told you, I'm a virgin." I said, lowering my voice even though we were the only two home. My reaction to the topics of sex were very youthful. I would whisper, sometimes giggle, or get very shy about it. I couldn't help that.

"Seriously, you can tell me." She said, "who am I gonna tell? No one in our school knows him."

She was right...but I didn't sleep with him. "No."

"I'm just asking..because usually when a girl can't stop thinking about a guy like this...it's because they slept together and the sex was good or she's just emotionally attached because of it."

I looked around my bedroom, feeling stupid. "I'm done thinking about him, I told you I haven't thought about him in weeks!"

"That's the problem, weeks Katie...its been months!" She threw her hand up, "I'm going with or without you because Jesse's gonna be there but I'm really hoping you'll just stop thinking the party is gonna be as bad as that one and come have fun with me." She said.

Jesse was quote, 'the hottest guy in the world' to her.

"Whatever." I shrugged, shaking my head.

"Did you guys do anything?" She asked.

I shook my head, no. "We kissed, a lot of times. But that's it."

"And you expected him not to be sleeping with someone else?"

She made sense. If he wasn't getting any from me, he as getting it from someone else for sure.

"I didn't know him long enough to just put out like that, Zoe."

"Did you like him?"

"Yes."

"So then why not?"

"Are you insisting I be slut?

"That word is thrown around just too much these days, Katie." She looked almost hurt just by me saying it. "A girl is not a slut for having feelings and doing what makes her happy, a girl is a slut for doing what makes her happy to people she doesn't even have feelings for just because it feels good." She rolled her eyes, getting up and grabbing her bag.

"Where are you going?" I asked, standing up.

"Home. I'm bored, okay. I mean I love, spending time with you. I love hanging out here and watching TV and talking but sometimes I just want to go out...and you don't like to do that--"

"Okay fine, I'll go to the party. You're right, all I do is stay inside." I finished her line. She smiled, "YES!"

"But don't expect me to drink, or smoke, or anything." I shook my head in disgust.

"I heard there are gonna be some cute guys there," she winked, "older ones too."

"I don't like older guys." I sighed, she always thought I did after I told her about Matty.

#omg! a matty healy fanfic #trumanlilac #the 1975 #matty healy #george daniel #ross macdonald #adam hann #fanfiction #fan fiction #fanfic #fan fic #matty healy fanfiction #the 1975 fanfiction #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writer on tumblr

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captnjacksparrow · 2 years

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Hi Sparrow,

So a couple weeks ago I saw a pinterest post comparing Karin and Sakrua. For the most part Sakura was the happy one and having everything she ever wanted. A happy childhood, having people with her, being loved, getting the guy she wanted, you name it. But in the comments there were people saying that Sakura was a brat (because she is), and basically hating on her. And then someone had the audacity to say that "She's been through a lot don't hate on her!" (how I saw it). I was like huh? What the heck did she ever go through that was as horrible and painful as countless numbers of characters, Karin included. She never lost anybody, did she? She was accepted and loved. What did she go through that was so bad to say that she went through 'a lot'? Was it because she was bullied for having a massive forehead? I know that bullying isn't fun but come on!! Being bullied is 20 times better than watching your comrades and family being killed right before your eyes and being forced to watch. Being bullied is a lot better than being a complete outcast of society and being hated by everyone. Being bullied is a lot better than seeing the person you love so dearly being killed. Being bullied is a lot better than being abused and losing the only person you had. What kind of pain did she go through that was as bad as all those? And anyway, Ino helped her get through her insecurity. Her parents dis motivating her isn't cool I know, but at the same time they still loved and cared for her. She had EVERYTHING that Karin didn't have. Or she went through a lot because her Sasuke-kun didn't acknowledge her?

And I saw a post on Quora (SS stan). The first thing that I saw was that the person stated that 'Sasuke had c- ptsd and nEeDed SomEoNe tO lOve aNd aCcEpT hIM' My first thought was "Well what about Naruto? He accepted Sasuke didn't he? Wasn't Naruto ultra desperate to bring him back?" The funny thing is Naruto literally said that HE can be the one that SASUKE can COME HOME TO!!!! (idk if it was filler or if it's canon) And later on started posting the same manga panels of the Chunin Exam. And on one of them Sakura is doing that lover hand thing, and added another panel of Sakura hugging 'Sasuke-kun' before he went on a complete rampage and said that "ShE cAlMeD hiM DoWn." And that one time Sasuke held Sakura like a princess and set her down before she hit the ground. I mean, not that Karin is relevant in the Quora thing but... There was that time where Sasuke HUGGED her (it seemed that way at least) while saving her before she fell. Sakura-chan isn't so special, eh? He also saved Naruto not the way he did for Sakura or Karin but he saved him.

Anyway, I went overboard. I didn't mean the rant sorry!!!! but please tell what you think- thankies!!!

Yeah, Sakura suffered too much pain... Like Crying for no reason is what she did all throughout the series and that's what her fans are rabidly arguing about.

Here Sakura was shown to be crying rivers in her room... Alone. So, they headcanon that 'A Poor Girl is crying daily while passionately thinking about her loved one'....

WooW!!! What a suffering. Even I could do it. But my mom would slap and shut me off if I cry like Sakura in order to get what I want.

Such a Tear Wiping assholes.

'Sasuke has C-PTSD and needed someone to Love and Accept him' is one of the lamest argument I've heard in this Fandom.

I don't understand why Sasuke was being reduced to Poor Little Meow Meow when it comes to Shipping and use PTSD as a card to argue that he needed Love???

In NaruSaku fandom, 'Naruto is severely suffering from PTSD. All he needed was love... He loved Sakura and he couldn't realize it in the end'

Blehhh😑😑

In ThathuThaku Fandom, 'Sasuke needed Love and Sakura was readily waiting for him to give a Family.. but he couldn't realize it because of his Trauma'.

Puke🤢🤢

I talked about Sasuke's PTSD here... Not at all Sorry for being Insensitive or my inability to indulge in Fandom's Headcanon or Theories or Assumption... But In this Entire Series, Tsunade was the only one to have explicitly shown to have PTSD, that could affect the plot in a way which led to her Character Transformation.

Tsunade was suffering from Hemophobia because of carrying the blood of her loved one on her hands which led to her becoming Immobile in dangerous situations. So, Kabuto started to beat her mercilessly using her Phobia against her. But after seeing Naruto desperately trying again and again to fight Kabuto, She finally collected her mental strength to overcome her Trauma and started to kick Oro like a football.

I know, the PTSD of Tsunade wasn't handled properly. But Hey, we can't be expecting a Therapist to cure this PTSD in an organic manner in narutoverse just like we have in out Real Life.

If Sasuke were shown to be like Tsunade or atleast hinted to have some fear, then I would've gladly agreed that claim. Okay, let me be generous, and agree to that fact that Sasuke was severely suffering from PTSD to the point he can’t even breath properly.

So what???

Does it means that Sasuke desperately needed Loooovvve from everyone??? No. He was suffering after the Massacre. Yes. And as a natural response, Sasuke was unknowingly looking for Happiness... And he actually got it.

But he never allowed himself to prolong that happiness. Slowly but surely Sasuke was healing on his own and by the time, the series had started, Sasuke was behaving like a normal kid as compared to Gaara at the same age. It’s not like Sasuke was asking for Love from everyone... He found happiness by himself. Sakura doesn’t have to provide him.

So, this Sakura’s suffering for Sasuke and Sasuke’s suffering needs Sakura’s Love is all just some poor Head canons.... whereas in Canon, these claims has nothing to back them up.

#narusasu #sasunaru #sns #nsn #anti sakura

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kiwibirbs-library · 3 years

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Hey! Congratulations on 300! You deserve it!

Can I get a 🧲,🎲,🍊 with Harry Potter or Ron weasley?

Thankyou!

a/n: ahhh thank thank you and yes you can!

300 followers event!

Pairing: Harry Potter x reader

Warnings: Hermonie being a bit ooc in my eyes

Summary: you realize a few things about your best friend wayyy to late

🧲 - “Im in love with you.” “Well that’s a relief.”

🎲 - “can you do me a favor? Really? Cool ok, kiss me.”

🍊 - "oh my god no." "what? whats wrong?!" "Im in love with him... HIM of all people."

Not read through

Things have been off these past couple weeks.

Every time you would meet Harry in the common room there would be this tension in the air and a stiffening of your chest you couldn't ignore. However whenever you met up with anyone else there was nothing. Whenever you and Harry would talk about your latest potion paper you had the erge to squirm under his intent stare. Yet five minutes later you would talk about the same thing with Ron and nothing.

And then not to mention how you got caught in the stairs of the girls dormitory turning into a slip and slide, only to crash into and on top of Harry at the bottom. Both of you stared at each other for longer than a moment before you found the breath to ask what happened. His fave only flushed brightly as he came up with the lamest excuse you have ever heard.

That moment ended when you scrabbled off of him at the sound of Ron's loud yawning and footsteps. He was welcomed by the sight of two of his best friends reader than the drapes of the common room as Harry laid flat on the floor and you sitting on the back of the couch. Even with a hand over his face you could see the flush of Harry's ears. Ron tilted his head at you both before Hermonie came sliding down from the dorms like a surfer.

"So which one of you tried to come up?" she laughed, already knowing based on Harry's position.

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You groaned into your pillow as Hermonie flipped through her book. No matter what you did today, every time you and Harry locked eyes your cheeks would heat up. Hermonie knew exactly why you were trying to suffocate yourself in that poor pillow, still she chose to ask.

"What's got you so upset?" you didn't see the small knowing smile on her face as she spoke.

"What does it mean when a friend gives you more attention than a friend would give?" your muffled voice came out. She laughed silently.

"Well it could mean a number of things. Which friend may I ask?" you scoffed, knowing she just wanted it heard out in the open. She was the most observant out of the four of you. Even if she already knew the answer she would do this to you a lot.

"Harry..." your voice barely came out from the pillow. Hermonie nodded, her book shutting with a loud snap. You peeked out from your hiding spot to look at the girl. She smiled a you and patted your head.

"Well, personally I think that its a good thing. As long as you don't see it as. wierd ya know," she smiled. You sighed, thinking it over. It didn't seem to be that bad. If you were bing fully honest it made you happy for some reason. The way his eyes would flit to you when you sat together or how he would not so subtly move closer to you. How he would throw you a glance during quidditch warm ups before a game. How he would stare at you when he thought you weren't looking.

Why were you looking anyways? You moved back into your pillow at the thought. Harry had always been attractive in your eyes. You would like to run your hands through his hair. Ya that sounds nice. And his eyes are really pretty to stare into. The way he looks at you with them always made your heart race.

You paused.

Your heart was racing right now and you were only thinking of him. Your eyes widened and you shot up on your arms, causing Hermonie to flinch and drop her book with a loud thud.

"Oh my god no."

"what? whats wrong?!" Hermonie asked, a worried look running over her features.

"Im in love with him... HIM of all people," your eyes widened in realization. Hermonie paused before laughter burst out. You looked at her in shock.

"what?!"

"I- I'm sorry. It just took you so long to realize," she laid back on your bed, hugging her stomach as she laughed. You stared at her.

"Well now what do I do? I can't look him in the eyes now!" you cried to yourself, turning over to sit up and put your head in your hands. Hermonie sighed a put a hand on your shoulder.

"You should tell him," she stated plainly. Your head shot up.

"I should what now?!"

"Tell him."

"NO!"

"Yes! And you should definitely do it right now!" she hopped onto her feet and gripped your wrists, pulling you up with her. You tried digging your feet into the ground but your stupid slippers allowed her to just push you with ease. She quickly opened the door and pushed you out, shutting it with a wink. When you tried to open it back up you heard a click as she locked it. "Nope only letting you in if you tell him! Good luck!" she laughed. You heard her walk away and the the creaking of her bed as she sat down. You heaved a sigh and went down to the bottom of the stair case. No way in hell were you walking to his dorm right now. It was already the time that even the boys were in bed and you weren't going to have to explain to Seamus why you were knocking at midnight.

You looked around the room, waving slightly at the paintings that were still awake. You almost didn't catch the slight shuffle in front of the fire place.

"Hello?" you whispered. You saw a head of messy black hair flinch slightly and stand up, turning around to look at you. You smiled warmly at the green eyes behind those round glasses. "Harry!" you stood up and leaned over the back of the couch. He smiled back at you.

"Y/n, hi," he set the mug of hot chocolate he had on the side table and came closer. You felt yourself flush as he did, remembering why you were even down here in the first place. "Why are you up?" You felt your breathing stutter at the question.

"I-uh I-" you froze for a moment, your hand slipping from the back of the couch and you fell forward. Harry mad a move to catch you but you still ended up face first into the cushion. You groaned and there was a moment of silence before you heard quiet laughing. "I swear if you're laughing right now," your muffled voice came out. The sound of laughter grew as you dragged the lower half of your body of the back of the couch.

"Sorry sorry," Harry chuckled as he lifted your legs to sit next to you.

"You owe me now for not catching me mister seeker," you would think he would be faster really. His laughter died down a bit.

"And what would that favor be exactly?" he asked as you propped yourself up on your arms. Your eyes widened.

"Really? Cool ok, kiss me.” Harry froze in his place. You both held the others gaze as the blushes grew. By the time you sat up his face was fully red. Not like you were any better, your face matching the drapes perfectly.

"I- I'm sorry what?" he stutter, still leaning forward and closer to you. His eyes looked hesitant as they fluttered down to your lips at random. You gulped.

"Well um, kissing me would be a good favor for me," you took in a deep breath, as his eyes locked to yours again. You felt your self smile as he started nodding slowly.

"Yeah, it would be wouldn't it?" his hand brushed your cheek as he cupped your face. As nervous as you were you felt yourself smile on his lips as he leaned more onto you. His other hand went to your face, deepening what was supposed to be just a small kiss. You felt him smile when you went with it. You both pulled away breathless, still only centimeters apart.

"I should probably tell you this now," he smiled as he rest his forehead on yours. "it is slightly important."

"hmm?" you hummed, leaning up so your lips ghosted his again.

“Im in love with you," his voice was breath as he spoke, eyes already closing as he leaning in closer.

“Well that’s a relief," you sighed, smiling against him as you went in for another kiss.

~~~~

"Judging on how I unlocked the door almost an hour ago and the dopey grin on your face, you did it?" Hermonie looked over her book with a smile as you closed the door and leaned back. You giggled and walked over to your bed in a haze, flopping down face first.

"Yeees."

And back in the boys dorms Ron was patting Harry's back as he blushed into his hands.

"and then I kissed her," Harry sighed. Ron nodded with a smile. "and she kissed me back! She kissed me bAck," Harry looked up at his best friend, the adoration splayed clearly in his eyes. Ron laughed lightly. Oporation Potter-L/n is a success, Hermonie was gunna freak.

#Harry Potter #hp #hp x reader #harry potter x reader #harry potter fanfiction #golden trio #followers event #ron weasley #hermonie granger #Hermonie #Ron

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lovelylunarwriting · 3 years

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Jaemin Soulmate!AU

Jaemin has a reputation as a “cool” kind of guy, which is why he wears bracelets to hide the words permanently etched on his left wrist

“Wait- if it’s not butter, then what is it?”

Jisung and Haechan are notorious for giving him shit for having a ‘weird’ soulmate, but Jaemin thinks it’s kind of funny, honestly

Like great question dude but,,, why are you asking me this

Jaemin’s apartment is around the corner from a little family-owned grocery store that he’s frequented since his high school days.

He’s very much a regular, to the point of the owner being like “Jaemin…. Please just work here. You already know where everything is”

To which Jaemin has to respectfully decline, because he wants to focus on his dancing and singing, and working too much would get in the way of practicing.

That, however, does not stop the old man from sending customers with questions to Jaemin whenever he comes in.

Because Jaemin is too polite to be like “uhh I don’t work here, good luck”, he always ends up helping them

But secretly, he doesn’t mind. He thinks that maybe one day, his soulmate will be the next one to ask him a question.

Even after repeated questions about “how much does this cost?”, “when do you guys open tomorrow?”, “when will the next shipment of bok choy be in?”, he still isn’t terribly bothered.

The other employees chastise the boss for sending customers to Jaemin, but the old man is always like “he knows this store better than you all do. That’s why he gets a discount higher than yours”

Employee discount: 15 percent off all merchandise

Na Jaemin discount: 20 percent off all merchandise

It’s an unspoken rule amongst employees that Na Jaemin gets a discount, but they are NEVER to mention it to him! He knows that business has been rough recently and wouldn’t accept the generosity, but the boss thinks Jaemin is too skinny and wants him to be able to afford to eat well.

Now lovely reader, this is where you come in. You recently got a job at this grocery store but you work in the back, so you have never seen the famous “Na Jaemin” that all your fellow employees chat about so frequently.

Coworker #1: “Ugh, he’s like SO dreamy”

Coworker #2: “I know right? He’ll have no trouble becoming an idol at this rate”

Meanwhile you’re like “lol what who? Also where is the printer for printing clearance labels”

You specifically applied for the back of house position because you did not want to talk to people.

It’s not that you’re antisocial by any means- honestly it’s the opposite. It’s just that you have the tendency to say whatever you’re thinking with absolutely no filter.

So in the past when more…. challenging… customers have talked down to you, you gave back the same energy without thinking.

Management was not happy,,, so you were like “mmmm maybe I should just keep to myself and everyone would be happier”

One day though, it seems that you’re shit out of luck.

Your work bestie calls you at 3 in the morning on your day off saying that her kid has a fever and she’s gotta stay home and take care of him.

You have no plans other than generally being a lazy lump at home, and she’s always had your back at work, so you’re like “girl don’t worry about it, I got your shift. I’ll make some chicken noodle soup for him too”

To which she’s like “bitch if I hadn’t found my soulmate already I would’ve snatched you up T-T”

You giggle and tell her to try and get some rest- both her and her kid.

And then sleep another blissful 4 hours before rolling in for the 8am shift.

When you get there, boss man is like “ayeee so you’re covering for her shift which is stocking shelves, are you gonna be okay doing that?”

You: “Ahaha yeah it’ll be fine~ just please don’t send customers to me oh my gosh”

Boss Man: “Don’t worry, I just saw Jaemin walk in. I’ll send them to him”

You: “... who is Jaemin”

Boss Man: “He’s my FAVORITE!! Remember that!”

You: “Oh, okay!! Yes sir!”

You’re like fifteen minutes into your shift and you’re already on edge because all you’ve done so far is dodge all the old ladies who are shopping this early.

No actual products have been put on the shelves yet, or at least not by your hands.

Settling down in the dairy section, you relax a bit and start putting cold products in the cold shelves fixed to the wall.

And of course- things are in the wrong place. Why would anyone put anything back where it belongs?

Picking up a product, you glance at the label out of sheer boredom more than anything.

“Wait- if it’s not butter, then what is it?”, you say to yourself.

Or so you think.

“Yeah, that is like the one question I don’t know how to answer”, you hear a masculine voice say from behind.

You spin around and look up into the man’s face.

And oh boy is that a nice looking face.

“Oh I’m sorry, I- WAIT”, you start, before you realize what he said.

Grabbing his left wrist, you push up the bracelets to reveal what you’d just said. Then you drop his hand out of sudden shyness, and because it’s not cool just to grab people.

“Do… do you mind if I look at your wrist as well?”, he asks quietly.

You roll up your sleeve and present him with your arm. He delicately wraps his fingers around your wrist and flips it over to read the words written”

He drops your wrist and sinks into a squat, flopping his arms over his head and looking at the ground.

“Oh my gosh why did I say something so lame…”

“Umm,,, to be fair,,, I did ask you about butter so by comparison yours isn’t that bad,,,,”, you try to comfort him, and he lifts his head up to meet your gaze.

“You mean that? It wasn’t like the lamest thing you’ve ever heard?”

“Oh I’ve heard much lamer things, don’t worry!”, you say with a cheery smile that contrasts your words entirely.

He stands up again and clasps your hands in his. With a look of determination he looks straight into your soul and asks:

“What time do you get off work?”

You tell him, but let him know that you’ll be busy after work making chicken noodle soup for your coworker and her son.

He’s like “oh you can cook?” and you’re like “lol no but I’m gonna die trying”

He writes his phone number on your arm (next to your soulmate tattoo) and is like “text me when you’re done with work and I’ll swing by and walk you home and maybe I can help you cook”

And quickly clarifies “ONLY IF YOU’RE COMFORTABLE WITH ME IN YOUR HOME, I UNDERSTAND IF BECAUSE WE JUST MET YOU-”

You’re like “dude,,,, it’s fine, we are literally destined to be together. Also if you try anything I’ll just beat you up so it’s chill”

Looking at his watch, he sprints makes a beeline for the checkout counter, going on about he’s gonna be so later and Haechan’s never gonna let it go if he’s late twice in a row, and something else but by that point he’s so far away from the dairy aisle you can only hear muffled sounds where words should be.

The next several hours could not go by ANY SLOWER.

Starting off today, you figured the day would go by quickly because you’d be preoccupied figuring out how to do something new, but now all you can think about is pretty soulmate boy.

And how he never mentioned his name, but to be fair, it was a rather quick exchange.

What feels like centuries later, your shift is coming to a close so you grab the ingredients you the internet tells you you need for the soup and head to your favorite cashier.

Somehow the front of the store is both quiet and abnormally loud for this time of night.

“Jaemin’s been waiting there for fifteen minutes? Do you think he’s waiting for someone?”

“Maybe he needs to talk to the boss? Usually he’d just ask one of us to grab him but he’s just standing outside”

“Ugh it’s so cold, should we tell him to come inside?”

You glance over to the crowd of coworkers towards the entrance and break out into a smile.

“Just keep ringing me up, I’ll be right back!”, you tell the cashier and fast walk past the small crowd.

Peeping your head out the door, you greet him.

“Are you cold? Come inside, I’m almost done”

“Oh okay, should I wait by the door though?”

“No, come with me. I wanna show you off~”, you instruct and he raises an eyebrow, but plays along.

Holding open the door for him, he scuffles his way in and shyly offers his hand.

Gladly, and with a pounding heart, you lock your fingers between his.

“Your hands are freezing, dude”

“Shhh it’s fine. I was trying to be cool, okay”, he jokes with you as you walk back to the register

Ringing up your items, the cashier is looking at you and him with raised eyebrows, and you’re just like “shut up jessica I’ll explain tomorrow”

The two of you walk back to your apartment and spend the rest of the night cooking and talking about everything and nothing.

The more you learn about Jaemin, the more confident you are that the universe got this one right.

Even when most things feel unclear, you know this person is someone you can always rely on.

(also when you bring your sick work bestie the soup, Jaemin insists on tagging along and she’s like “omg Y/N that’s JAEMIN” and you’re like “I KNOW” and he’s like “hi here’s some soup, also why do you know my name”

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what ARE your bottom 10 supernatural episodes? just out of curiosity. Doesn't have to be a round ten--just take this ask as blanket permission to rant about whatever eps you hated.

this is a great question and i have been wanting to write this post for so long so thank you. i managed to narrow it down to least favorite 15 episodes. it was actually really difficult to rank these. asteriks for buckleming eps; warning for mentions of sexual assault. (i am not including s15 eps on this list because i forgot basically all of s15 and i haven’t gotten back to it on my rewatch yet but rest assured i hate the finale with all my blackened heart.)

#15: 1.08 Bugs - this one is fine actually writing wise like it’s not the best season 1 episode the “monster” was stupid and there was typical supernatural racism but i never mind more sam content. unfortunately i have a deep, paralyzing fear of all things in the bug family. i have only watched this one 2 times - once on my first watch thru, and again when i got my brother and his then-gf to watch it

#14: 14.13 Lebanon - i don’t know about you guys but i feel like i have already covered that topic on this blog :’) nonetheless some things about it do make me nuts in the good way. s4 cas, john/mary reunion, queer i have a family, dean almost showing self esteem. yk.

#13: 4.13 After School Special - some mixed feelings about this actually. it’s SO nice to see sam and dean as kids/teens, i always love a good colin morgan ep, but i fucking hate high school in media and also the moral of this story seemed to be “ah we ALL had a rough time in school, bullies are just misunderstood!” which like. no they aren’t. die. it just ruins the whole thing for me. also dean being like that about underage girls is disgusting WHO thought that was okay

#12: 8.05 Blood Brother - i have mixed feelings about this one too. like i like benny well enough and i love his and dean’s dynamic but they made sam seem SO UNREASONABLE for being upset dean was hanging out with a vamp when i think after dean’s hissy fit about ruby sam deserved to behead benny on sight. just another case of the narrative ALWAYS agreeing with dean at the expense of the development of other characters and continuity itself. it’s just sam and dean fighting and fighting and fighting and BITCHING at each other constantly which is a lot of what i really loathe about season 8. like i just want both of them to shut up the entire season long. also the fact that like benny let dean kill his gf because she had become ugly and monstrous to him...i feel bad for benny but it made it hard to like him after that. like theeee misogyny.

#11: 5.12 Swap Meat - if you weren’t in fandom in 2010 you CANNOT know how high the demand for a body swap episode was. everyone wanted to see sam and dean swap bodies and play each other. it would have been hilarious, it had the potential to be sad (imagine dean having to experience sam’s demon blood cravings or sam realizing dean holds his liquor WAY too well). the potential: huge. the fanfics: numerous. and then they give it to us...and it’s sam and the lamest most boring teenager ever to exist. this needless violation of sam’s bodily autonomy (cuz the kid had sex in his body!) to make him the butt of the joke, and a lot of bad unfunny humor (no more poop jokes please god)...all for the kid to get one cool moment where he finishes the exorcism with dean. i don’t want him to get a cool moment because i fucking hate him. what was even the point of any of this. like it’s INSULTING. i’d rather they not made it at all.

#10: 10.09 The Things We Left Behind / &10.10 The Hunter Games - i have a whole tag for how much i hated these episodes.

#9: *12.08 LOTUS - i just think it is SO stupid that we wanted to give lucifer a redemption arc to begin with but ESPECIALLY by having him POSSESS the tr*mp stand-in and have sex with his secretary or whatever like that’s rape on two counts, by possession and by deception. like i don’t think supernatural should attempt political commentary at all ever either and you can tell this season was written with politics in mind. like they were writing it during 2016 and a great deal of it was written after the 2016 election and like. when half your writers room and audience are republicans. it just went over like a lead balloon. particularly fucking hated the clumsy and offensive comparison of the bmol to, like, maga. that was bad. but anyway their shitty half-accidental political commentary (which never addressed the whole genocide issue??? hello???) got started here and this was definitely one of the most cringeworthy episodes.

#8: 12.05 The One You've Been Waiting For - (warning for discussions of hitler & nazis) i just feel like we shouldn’t be re-animating hitler on supernatural. like i don’t think supernatural has the subtle touch needed to tactfully cover “zombie hitler.” you know like i’m not jewish maybe i’ve got it wrong but that just feels offensively bad to me. if sam and dean had actually been canonically jewish in a way the narrative acknowledged that might have ruled but as it is it’s two non jewish dudes boasting about how cool they are for killing hitler and letting a NAZI walk because they figure the other nazis will kill him. like, holy shit, if you can gun down zombie hitler and pat yourself on the back for being a hero you need to go ahead and take care of the other ones too!!! it was just. so cringeworthy. (edit: i got an ask about this here that link’s to op’s post that covers it much better than i ever could.)

#7: *12.21 There's Something About Mary - i DON’T like how joining the bmol is like, oh it’s a cult, oh you’ll get brainwashed, oh it’s no longer your fault if you do horrible things. people who join maga are innocent victims they didn’t know how bad it was all they wanted was monster genocide which is fine because monsters aren’t real people :) anyway i also don’t like seeing mary tortured needlessly because i stan her, i don’t like seeing ketch at all bc he’s my least favorite spn character and i ESPECIALLY don’t like seeing him smug. the fight scene near the end of that episode fucking rules though. and they also played the family theme in minor chord during the final scene which is like. ok. points made.

#6: *10.21 Dark Dynasty - charlie. and it wasn’t even a good death it was the most contrived forced bullshit...other people have said it better but like. charlie.

#5: 9.05 Dog Dean Afternoon - dean dead ass wanted to fuck that poodle. like i can’t say any more than that. also this episode introduced the FALSE canon that dean is allergic to cats - until now we’ve seen him be around cats many times (3.03, 4.06, 8.08) with NO issue. like dean canonically doesn’t LIKE dogs and he hung out with one/as one this entire episode because nobody in carver’s writing room can be bothered to remember continuity. and then fandom took this as oh dean hates cats because he’s allergic and he likes dogs he would totally adopt that FUCKING DOG FROM 15.19 THAT BUCKLEMING CREATED like this sends me into a blind rage every time. people who like this ep don’t respect herstory and they don’t respect ME

#4: *9.03 I'm No Angel - i don’t want to talk about it we don’t acknowledge 9.03 in this house

#3: 14.17 Game Night / 14.18 Absence - i did quite literally ragequit when mary died and i think it was CRUEL to show her death offscreen and then make us wait a week thinking maybe she survived and then at the end of that week tease her resurrection for the ENTIRE episode after that like...i get that the general audience hated mary but holy shit that was almost as bad as the cas baiting in 15.19. like that’s how 14.18 made me feel.

#2: 7.08 Season Seven, Time For A Wedding! - the thing i remember most about this episode is that i was watching it live in a chatroom with a group of friends from livejournal. and when sam, a rape survivor in canon, after the huge season-long deal they made of his hell trauma, woke up with no pants tied to a bed for LAUGHS, someone in our group, and actual rape survivor in real life, got triggered and had to stop watching and go outside. like the internet ruined the word triggered but you know?? and like. this was supposed to be funny. i can’t even get mad about like...i have my usual anti-becky agenda but that pales in comparison w/ the insult dealt to sam and rape survivors in general. but it’s funny when it’s a woman and a man, right?!?!?

#1: 9.13 The Purge - i don’t want to talk about this one extensively either but like it’s 40 minutes of fatphobia start to finish and it made me feel REALLY shitty and upset like i felt bad about myself for weeks after it aired and i still haven’t totally warmed up to donna - whenever they show her eating i like her less. the actors in it weren’t even fat donna’s actress was like a very hot and skinny pregnant woman! like it was so toxic and awful. this is the only episode i’ve only seen one time and i’m never EVER watching it again. nicole snyder can die by my hand.

honorable mentions, in chronological order:

*1.13 Route 666 (love and light cassie is great but she alone cannot save this episode this was buckleming’s first and it should have been their last)

3.06 Red Sky At Morning (sam and the gilf)

5.09 The Real Ghostbusters (becky.)

5.11 Sam, Interrupted (i can't even go into it i'd need a whole new post but wow this almost made the bottom 15 list. short version sams anger issues only get brought up when people remember them and also i hate mental hospitals and also the stereotypes in this show are always offensively bad but those were REALLY bad)

6.15 The French Mistake (sorry it’s just too much about the actors like love and light but i don’t care)

*7.05 Shut Up, Dr. Phil (buffy cast WASTED on a fucking BUCKLEMING episode)

8.06 Southern Comfort (i'm from the south and i’m allergic to civil war content if you were from here you’d understand)

*8.15 Man’s Best Friends With Benefits (please ENOUGH bestiality jokes i am NO longer asking like what is WRONG with buckleming)

8.16 Remember The Titans (rick riordian should have written this and then maybe it wouldn't SUCK the disrespect to artemis counts as aphobia i think and i’m only half joking)

8.22 Clip Show (rip sarah, they killed her and for What)

9.08 Rock and a Hard Place (literally what the FUCJ)

*9.09 Holy Terror (rip KEVIN the fact that buckleming killed him and charlie AND eileen...)

9.15 #thinman (boring and a paper-thin metaphor and also not the end i would have wanted for these characters)

10.05 Fan Fiction (sigh. you know)

10.06 Ask Jeeves (STOP making old women grope sam for laughs he is a RAPE SURVIVOR it wasn't funny in 3.06 either. also the bobby backstory in this was extremely unflattering and felt ooc)

11.22 We Happy Few (even jarpad was right to be mad about this one yeah i said it and i’d say it again)

12.14 The Raid (ha ha genocide is fun kids!)

*12.17 The British Invasion (wow i don't care about any of the bmol at all not even mick like rest in pieces you genocidal shithead i can’t believe they had the nerve to put beautiful perfect wonderful eileen in such a bad episode)

12.20 Twigs & Twine & Tasha Banes (THEY KILLED ALICIA??? this is the only yockey episode i don't like i guess nobody’s perfect)

*13.13 Devil’s Bargain (danneel deserved better than to star in buckleming’s lucifer redemption arc fantasy)

*13.18 Bring ‘em Back Alive (SABRIEL QUEERBAIT LMAO)

& all the other buckleming episodes i forgot to list, though unfortunately there are some exceptions

[spn masterpost]

#liz answers asks #anonymous #liz's spn stuff #liz watches spn #long post #theee way my list is skewed so heavily towards 9-12 #FUCK the carver era #it's weird bc 12 is a dabb season but feels like a carver season #and 11 is a carver season but feels like a dabb season #mary and the jack plot are 12's only redeeming features #and even those have lots of bad moments #but definitely my least favorite will always be 9

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(requested by calligomiles)

“*yawn* Ahh...Good morning, Rhodes Island!” Magallan hopped out of bed and twirled around. “Good morning, Mayer~”

“*yawn* Good morning, Maggie.” A bit slower on the uptake (before her first coffee, at least), the Anaty nonetheless rolled to her feet, grabbed her bathrobe, and trudged towards the kitchen and her beloved coffee pot.

The Liberi followed after her, humming an Alive Until Sunset deep-cut as she started cooking breakfast - two servings of Rhine Labs Dehydrated Delectables. “We didn’t talk a lot last night, so I hope you don’t mind me talking your ears off today.”

“You’re the *yawn* only person I’ll take a day off for.” She lightly slapped her face as her coffee pod started brewing. “How was the Pole?”

“Oh, just splendid as always. I have sooo many papers to write over the next few months!” That was usually the way Rhine Labs’ winter wanderer worked - prepare an expedition, go on said expedition, come home and write up her discoveries for other researchers to sift through, field questions, rinse and repeat.

It was exactly that rhythmic schedule that made her a welcome part of Mayer’s life. “Think you’ll get it all done before the next one?”

“I don’t know, it really is a lot. Some tech stuff, some culture stuff, some climate stuff, really a bit of everything.” As the coffee pot finished its magic, she finished rehydrating their meals and brought them to their three-seat table. “What do you eat when I’m not here?”

“Uh...Huh. I dunno. Food, I hope.” The roboticist grinned at the Liberi’s confused frown.

She shook her head. “You know, I really do worry about you sometimes.”

“I’ve got my Meaboos, I’m fine.” The Anaty draped her not-coffee-holding arm over Magallan’s shoulders. “It’s always better to have you around, though.”

“Aww~ ” The explorer rewarded the compliment with a peck on the cheek.

Before Mayer could take it any further, there was a loud rat-tat-tat on the door, followed by, “Mayer? You busy today?”

“Iffy?” The Liberi’s eyes lit up. “Can I answer the door?”

“You do whatever you want, hon,” she replied, sipping her coffee.

Maggie jumped to her feet and popped over to open the door. “Iffy!”

“Aunt Maggie?” The Sarkaz blinked before hugging her. “You’re back!”

“I sure am! Flew in last night.”

The burninator giggled. “That’s a funny image. Good morning, Mayer!”

“Morning.” She gave her a little wave. “Since Maggie came back last night, we’re taking the day off. Did ya need something?”

“I just wanted to see you today. Can I hang out for a bit?” She walked to the table with the explorer, taking what had been Maggie’s chair in doing so.

The Anaty smiled. “Sure, but you’ve gotta tell me something.”

“What?” Ifrit watched her smile curl wider. “Come on, what is it?”

“There a reason she’s ‘Aunt Maggie’ and I’m not ‘Aunt Mayer?’ Hmm?” The bystanding Liberi broke into a giggle fit.

The Sarkaz cocked her head. “Do you want to be Aunt Mayer, Aunt Mayer?”

“Ahhhh. Much better.” She sipped her coffee triumphantly as Magallan dissolved into a puddle of mirth in the far chair of the isosceles triangle layout. “Alright, I gueeeess you can stay, then.”

“Oh, thank God, I was worried you’d say no.” The burninator relaxed in her chair, glancing at the coffee maker across the apartment but not asking for any...yet.

That piqued the engineer’s interest. “Worried? There is something you want to talk to her about, isn’t there?”

“Well, yeah, but I don’t wanna bring down the mood.” Any time Ifrit wasn’t an absolute fireball, though, there was a good chance she was sulking instead. “And I didn’t know I’d get to see you today, too, Aunt Maggie. Did M- Aunt Mayer invite you over for breakfast?”

“Eh?...Wait, Mayer, does she not know?”

The Anaty shrugged. “I dunno.”

“What don’t I know?” About three seconds later. “Ohhhhh. THAT’S why you want to be Aunt Mayer.”

“Sharp cookie, this one,” the roboticist asserted, earning a Liberi giggle and a Sarkaz glare.

Maggie replied through her mirth, “She knows more lesbians than men, I’m pretty sure.”

“Three moms, two aunts, Amiya, Rosmontis, Red-” It was at this point that Mayer realized they’d struck a nerve. “That’s what you wanna talk about, isn’t it?”

“Kind of, yeah. How do I ask the girl I like out on a date?” Ifrit looked from one to the other for an answer.

Magallan and Mayer looked back at her, dumbfounded. “Uh...”

“What?” The Sarkaz’s glances became more incredulous. “You two are dating, right?”

“Is it dating if you never go on dates?” The Liberi wondered aloud for the first time.

The roboticist got up to load up the coffee machine. “I’m gonna need more coffee.”

“How do you not go on dates if you’re a couple?” The burninator’s books had lied to her! “That’s, like, against the rules!”

“Well, Iffy, back at Rhine Labs it kind of was? Silence and Saria were another story, but we...It’s complicated.”

The Anaty nodded. “Lot’s of politics and stuff. I don’t think your mom’d want us to get into it with you yet. How long has it been, though, hon? Ten years?”

“I think so. We accidentally rented the same apartment, but since my expeditions are for months at a time and Mayer lives in Meabooland, we didn’t see much of each other until after my first expedition from Rhine Labs.” Maggie sighed, the memories flooding back to her. “Two hours after I got back to the apartment, I accidentally walked in on her showering, and that was that.”

“...Seriously?”

Mayer didn’t even wait for her coffee to cool; in a move only mad scientists can ‘safely’ perform, she downed the cup in one go and set it back under the tap for another one. “Ooh, that hit the spot. Yeah, no, that’s what happened - I went to grab a towel from my room, she came out of hers to start cooking dinner, her eyes dropped, and we both knew. Never really thought about it much.��

“That’s the lamest story I’ve ever heard!” Ifrit looked at the explorer. “No offense, Aunt Maggie.”

“I mean, now that I think about it, it is kind of weird, but it worked out. Ten years later and I’m as happy to see her in the morning as that first night home.” The Liberi turned around to lean over the back of her chair.

The Sarkaz shook her head. “Well, that doesn’t help me ask Eyja out on a date.”

“Oh, I like her.” The Anaty walked back over to the table to sit in Magallan’s lap. “She saw me outside of my workshop once and asked if something was wrong. So cute.”

“Was there something wrong?” The explorer wondered aloud.

Mayer snorted. “Yeah, I ran out of coffee and had to run to a cafe for some, but still, it was cute.”

“Aww. Wait a minute.” Something clicked in Maggie’s head. “Iffy, why were you coming to ask Mayer about dating if you didn’t know if she’d done it before?”

“Because Silence and Saria are both busy, and I wanted to see her either way,” she replied.

The roboticist flashed the Liberi a grin. “See? She’s just the sweetest.”

“Uh-huh.” Magallan giggled. “She’s gonna buy you ice cream, isn’t she?”

“...You are, right?” Ifrit looked at Mayer expectantly.

She feigned shock long enough for all three of them to start laughing. “Hey, don’t ever let them tell you bribes don’t work. Actually, great idea - ask Eyja if she wants to come get ice cream with us. We can all go on our first date that way!”

“Oh, we should change if we’re going out, though.” The explorer poked the Anaty through a hole in the side of her bathrobe. “Can you give us a minute, Iffy?”

“An actual minute or a ‘mom-minute?’” Her aunts shared a look, and the Sarkaz had her answer.

Three mom-minutes later, and two giggly engineers were walking their niece to the ice cream shop to meet her girlfriend and have their first date.

#arknights #arknights fic #mayer (arknights)#magallan (arknights)#ifrit (arknights)#okay i know it's not an AMAZING reason for them to be together #but i stand by it!#sometimes things happen and you don't realize until later how weird they were #and these two definitely operate in a different place than most of us do #...it's fine #it's allllll fine

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adrianasunderworld · 4 years

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Something in your Aura

Raihans female!reader

Tired. He was so very tired. Raihan had a packed schedule most of the day. From a photoshoot in the early morning, a training session with his gyms trainers, and then overlooking some documents in the archives. By the time he left the vault, the sun was starting to set. He was ready to sleep, eat, and shower, not necessarily in that order.

But it seemed the day was not over yet. As he walked down the street, Raihan heard what sounded like a pokemon cry. It was small yelping noise that gradually got closer and closer to him. Looking behind him, Raihan was greeted with the sight of the tiniest Rioulu he had ever seen come bounding up to him. The little one stopped in front of him, tilting its head up and staring curiously.

Raihan knelt down at the little pokemons level and held out a hand for them to sniff. "Where did you come from?"

"Riii" it replied, putting its little black paws on his hand. "Rii rio!" Whatever the little one wanted, it seemed happy.

While it was content, Raihan looked over the young pokemon. The Riolu looked clean and well fed. It had a little red ribbon tied around its neck like a scarf. At the end it had a name embroidered on the end in gold thread. Gently taking hold of the end of the ribbon, it said Aaron.

"Aaron? Is that your name?" Raihan asked the Riolu.

"Ri!" Aaron nodded.

"Where's your trainer then?" It was obvious the little pokemon wasn't one of the wild strays that wandered the streets. They clearly had a trainer that took care of them, and were probably very worried. Raihan picked up the small pokemon and stood. "How about we go find them?"

"Riolu." Aaron nodded and happily perched himself on Raihans shoulder. It seemed the best idea was to go in the direction Aaron had come from. But as they wandered down the street, Raihan didn't see anyone who looked worried or was searching for something, and Aaron did not seem to respond to any of the people passing. He had stopped a couple of people to ask them, but all shook their heads and did not recognize the baby pokemon.

It was starting to get late, and at this point Raihan was starving. Aaron began to yawn from his seat on his shoulder. It did not look like they were going to find Aarons trainer tonight. So, without many options, Raihan bought himself some dinner and took his new friend home.

"Hey Rotom," he said, and his phone came flying out, the pokemon ready to snap pictures. "Lets get word to out about our little friend here." Rotom pointed the camera at him and started to record. "Hey everyone, listen, if anyone is in Hammerlocke and missing a Rioulu, I've found him. He's safe. Say hi Aaron."

"Ri!" He waved to the camera, Rotom being certain to get a good shot of him.

"Please, if you are his trainer,or know his trainer. Message me and I will get back to you as soon as possible. Good night." After posting the video and a clear picture of Aaron for good measure, Raihan settled down for the night as he waited for any responses. Meanwhile, the young Riolu seemed to finally grasp that it was no longer home. The cheerful little guy had curled up quietly in Raihans lap, looking a little sad.

Raihan scratched him behind the ear. "Miss your trainer?"

"Riii…." the baby pokemon nodded sadly.

"Don't worry, we'll find them." Raihan assured and let Aaron curl up on his chest that night to sleep.

The next day, Raihans phone had blown up with notifications. Most of them were comments about how cute Aaron was and well wishes in finding his trainer. most of the private messages that had been sent were of people claiming to be his trainer, but most came off as shady at best. Raihan contemplated going down to the Pokemon center to see if anyone had reported Aaron missing, when he got another message. This one was from a girl, it said her name was __.

Raihan opened the message and read it.

Hi, my friend showed me your post about the Riolu you found last night. I'm his trainer, he ran off last night and was no where to be found. I've been worried sick. Please let me know when I can come get him.

Out of curiosity, Raihan looked at her profile. It didn't take long at all to see a picture of Aaron, ribbon and all, curled up with a Lucario. Then another picture of him being held by the girl, both looking very happy. Raihan showed Aaron the picture and the little one pawed at the screen, crying out for her as if he could reach through the screen to get to her. That seemed to settle it.

Raihan took one more look at the photo. "Why didn't you tell me your trainer was cute?"

"Ri?"

He chuckled to himself as he messaged the girl back. Noon in Hammerlockes gym lobby sound good?

It only took a minute for her response.

See you there.

Sitting in the lobby, Raihan watched as Aaron played on the floor, Flygon had taken it upon themself to entertain the young one by letting him tackle their tail. Just as it was about to be noon, Raihan heard a girls voice from the entrance.

"Aaron? Aaron!"

The Rioulu sprang up and happily ran towards his trainer. She scooped him and hugged him, Raihan could see her relax by the moment. Any worry immediately melting away from her face.

"Riri!" Aaron cried out and pointed his paw towards Raihan.

The girl looked over and walked towards him. She smiled. "I cant thank you enough for finding him."

Raihan waved it off. "Dont worry about it, I'm just glad the little guy is back where he belongs."

She sighed in relief. "You don't know the panic attack I went through last night."

"I can imagine," he said. "What happened anyway? How did you two get separated?"

"We were walking home after training in the wild area, when he just ran off." She said. "My Lucario did his best to track him down, but he got lost so fast we couldn't find him. I searched everywhere but no luck. Then my friend sent me that post you made and I messaged you as soon as possible." Then she paused. "How did you find him anyway?"

"He just ran up to me." Raihan said, unsure of how to explain. "I don't know.He seemed so happy, like he was looking for me or something. "

___ nodded thoughtfully. "Hhmm…"

"What do you mean hhmm?"

"Well…" she paused as if collecting her thoughts before continuing. "I think… maybe it's something about your aura."

"My aura?"

___ nodded. "Yeah… I mean. How familiar are you with the Lucario line?"

Raihan shrugged. He didn't get to fight many Lucario. Though he was vaguely aware of their unique abilities. "I know they're the aura pokemon. I've read a bit about that stuff, but I can't say I know much."

She nodded. "Okay, well, to make a long story short, aura is this energy that all living things have. And the Lucario line are unique in that that they are able to sense and use auras energy. I think maybe Aaron sensed your aura and went looking for you."

Raihan couldn't help but chuckle at the idea. It was certainly an interesting theory. "What could possibly be so attractive about my aura that he would come running?"

___ looked him at and down, a coy grin in her face. "It doesn't seem that far fetched. You have a very good aura."

"You say it as if you can see it."

Her face went red and she looked away in embarrassment."....I-I can…"

"Oh," Raihan didn't mean to make her feel embarrassed. Though now he was genuinely curious. "That's pretty damn cool."

She turned back to him, Aaron seemed to sense whatever it was she was feeling and looked at her curiously. "Thanks, um...but yeah. I guess he could just sense you were a good person and wanted to meet you." she smiled awkwardly.

Raihan grinned back and reached out to scratch Aaron behind the ear. "Well I was glad to meet him."

Aaron seemed very happy about it too. But his mood quickly changed when ___ said, "Thanks again for finding him. Come on, Aaron, let's go home." The Riolu started to squirm and cry out. He kept reaching out to Raihan like he didn't want to leave. __ seemed equally distressed. "Aaron, what's wrong? What's gotten into you? Dont you want to see Riley?"

Aaron only kept pointing at Raihan and looked as if he was begging not to leave. Until eventually, he jumped out of her arms and ran to Raihan wrapping his little arms around his leg and nuzzling him.

"Oh no." He and ___ said in unison.

Raihan treated them to ice cream and they sat on a bench, unsure of what to do. Aaron sat between them, swinging his little legs as he munched on his snack. Not caring about the trouble he had caused. Her Lucario, Riley, sat on the ground, arms crossed. Looking at Aaron as the disapproving parent he was.

She still seemed so quiet and embarrassed about this whole ordeal. So Raihan did his best to break the ice in an attempt to make her more comfortable. "Riley and Aaron are certainly interesting names for pokemon."

__ looked at him shyly and grinned a little while her Lucario turned its gaze to him. "I guess so. But in my defense, Riley is named after an old friend. The one who gave me his egg in the first place."

"I take it that Riley taught you about Auras?" She nodded. "And what about this one?" He pointed at Aaron.

"This one is named after Sir Aaron. Another Aura user. One of the few recorded ones in history. Definitely the most famous by far."

Something about that name struck a cord with him. "I've heard of that guy. Stopped a war and saved the tree of beginning, that Sir Aaron?"

___ nodded. "The one and only. So you do know a bit about Auras." She said teasingly.

Raihan shrugged. "We have a few documents on aura users in the vault. Some of them mentioned the guy. But that's the extent of my knowledge." He paused for a moment before adding. "You seem to know a lot though."

"A fair amount." She replied, taking another lick from the cone in her hand before it started dripping. "Why, is there something you want to know?"

"I'm a historian by nature, I always want to know." He then winked before adding, "especially when the source is so cute."

__ blushed before snorting and rolling her eyes. "That has to be the lamest line I've ever heard."

Raihan laughed. "Can't blame a guy for trying. But there is one thing I am curious about."

"And what's that?"

"What is my aura like?" __ looked surprised. "What's with the face? You can't just say I have such a good aura that your pokemon come running and not tell me what's so great about it."

___ shook it off. "Sorry, it's just that I don't get asked that a lot. I dont really go around telling people I see auras."

"Really?"

"Yeah…" she let out an irritated sigh as she relayed how annoying it could be. "Whenever i talk about Auras most people either think I'm going to talk about the healing properties of crystals and oils next, or think I'm going to read their auras for free and act like it's some kind of fortune telling. Needless to say I dont bring it up often."

"Oh Arceus, that does sound annoying."

___ laughed and took another lick of her ice cream before turning towards him, resting her arm on the back of the bench. "But since you asked nicely…" she paused for what felt like forever, looking him up and down with a scrutinizing gaze. Raihan had never felt more exposed then in that moment. Though oddly enough, he found that he did not mind. "Your Aura is strong and vibrant. That much is certain. It's… warm and kind. Yet sturdy. The essence of a protector. If that makes any sense. No wonder Aaron ran to you. He knew he would be safe by your side." Then her lips tilted slightly in a smirk. "You're aura is friend shaped."

For some reason that made Raihan bust out laughing. "Do I get to be your friend then?"

She smiled, "I'd like that very much."

#Raihan #gym leader raihan #raihan x reader #pokemon x reader #pokemon x swsh #swsh #pokemon #riolu #things i wrote at 4 in the morning #and probably could have benefited from another draft #but you're getting this anyway

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soulwillower · 4 years

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daft pretty boys • stanley barber

(stanley barber x reader)

requested: i again cannot find the requests sorry my inbox is a mess lol 🥴 but shout out to all the anons who said i should write this😌🤘🏼

warnings: underage drinking, underage marijuana use, drunk making out, sexual themes, light choking (eleanor made me do it), idk what else, i do not know what this is and its unedited

[loosely inspired by daft pretty boys by bad suns]

[stanley + reader are aged up 18+ in this.]

1.6k words

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this party was really shaping up to be the lamest thing stanley had partaken in quite some time - not by his standards, of course, but by everyone else's. probably.

nobody was really talking to him, so he wouldn't know. but, he's here because this may be better than anything else he could find himself doing on a saturday night, and he was just drunk enough to not care where he was. so for now, stan's having a fine time people-watching while he sips on a fruit punch and vodka combination that slowly washes away the taste of weed lingering in his throat.

a soft laugh, nothing too out of the ordinary, jolts stan's foggy mind as he swivels his head towards the sound. he barely takes the moment to consider what made him turn at the mere sound of a laugh as he focuses on the figure in the corner.

oh, stanley knows her. y/n y/l/n. upon first glance she seems innocent and naive - she certainly acts like it. upon further inspection, however, stanley briefly yet certainly understands that that exterior lies way to a complex human, a person worth knowing way, way more than any of the sweaty dancing bodies around him. and yet, she's overlooked by nearly every person at this party.

yes, she's talking to charlie hoffman right now but stan realizes with a hiccup and a smirk to himself that he's not quite sure who is more bored of their conversation. and as y/n tosses charlie a smile and quickly darts her mischievous eyes elsewhere, stan can't help but outwardly chuckle.

she's wild and chaotic and confusing and beautiful, and when stanley lays his eyes on her all he can see is a sunrise shrouded in a cloud of mystery. she's wasting her time with all these people. (not that stanley's much different.)

he thinks it's funny; she's so stunning, wearing what she does and acting the way she is, and yet he's not sure what she'd think if he told her that. he's got a sneaking suspicion that she wastes her time with all these people who really don't deserve her, no matter how consciously aware of it she is or is not.

that's what he assumes, at least. stanley usually doesn't feel this way - maybe it's because of the drinks he's had combined with the pre rolled joint he packed and smoked by himself on the way over, or maybe it's just because its you and he's always felt this way, but he feels like a moth drawn to a flame. he can't stop watching, and he can't really get a good read on his own emotions as he does.

ten minutes later, stan's watching you talk to ricky berry. ricky's shrugging and muttering a single sentence to you, sipping on his cup as you tell him about something. stanley cocks a brow as ricky turns and walks away right in the middle of your sentence. and then, god damn it.

stan can't help himself as his feet saunter up to her figure, like a damn pig being led to the slaughter, and he already regrets it as he opens his mouth. "y/n." he says through (what he hopes is) a sly grin.

she turns to eye him, a wary look crossing her face although she smiles. "you've got sunglasses on, stanley." she deadpans in the absence of a greeting. stan inwardly chuckles.

"i sure do." he says, swinging his arms awkwardly. why does stan suddenly feel nervous? she's just so cool, it makes stan nervous. he knows her, though. and she knows him, so what's going on with him?

she's just so gorgeous from far away, and now that he's seeing her up close, he's realized that there is so much potential; she's more than just a beautiful person, and he suddenly sees the mysterious troublemaker maintaining that look of beauty, much like dusk creeping through the sunset on a night sky.

he watches as her eyes swim around the crowd before stopping, and then she tucks a stand of hair behind her ear. he watches, thinking fleetingly how dangerous she is for him.

"i've got to go." she says suddenly, eyes pinning to something behind him.

then she swims past him, locking eyes for one moment before she's gone. he blinks at the blank space that y/n previously occupied.

he was outside by himself when they next found each other - even fifteen minutes later than when they'd last spoke. but then again, stan thinks that when y/n enters a room time stops, so perhaps it had been longer than he thought.

but now, time moves at a normal speed as y/n sizes him up, walking towards where he leans on the retaining wall.

“why are you out here, Stanley?” she asks. he exhales, toe nudging a smidge of dirt and smiling as the smear flicks some pebbles towards her own feet.

“unsure.” he mutters because he’s crossed right now and his brain is so fuzzy that he’s not really sure if he wants her to know why he’s out here.

she hops onto the retaining wall he’s leant on and her bare thighs are splayed right next to his elbow, making him itch to touch her. his eyes trail over the expanse of that skin, taking on the scar right above her knee, the scrape on her calf, all the way to the stretch marks on the inside of her thighs. he has to tear his eyes away as heat rushes through his body.

"everybody else in this town is boring." he mutters with a shrug, taking a drag. she gives him a look. "if you seriously think that, then you're a cliche." she states, huffing. stan lifts a brow. "really? is that why you have so many friends?"

she looks offended, "you're a dick. i don't see you with anyone here either." she grumbles.

stan shrugs, "yeah, but i've accepted it. like i said, people aren't genuine here. it's boring." he'd tried his hardest to get syd and dina to come with him tonight, but they'd refused, stating that they had plans already but would try to come later - but it is later right now. so yeah, he's alone tonight.

she tilts her head, staring at him with those dangerous eyes. "then why aren't you leaving right now? why'd you even come?"

but stan can't say that he wants to find at least someone, because that's lame, so instead he says, "live drama has always been a favorite of mine."

she gives him another dirty look that is so delicious that stan almost melts, "you're such an ass, stanley." but she's got a coy little smile, the kind that hides secrets and promises mischief and so stan shrugs. "maybe i am, but you are too. plus, i'm starting to think you like it."

"how do you know that?" she asks, eyebrow cocked. he shrugs, mind hazy. he mutters, "for the same reason i know i like you. honesty."

she beams at that, eyes still slightly competitive. “i can’t help from speaking my mind.” she agrees and he almost laughs at the sincerity behind her words. it's something stan can relate to, and so he chuckles as he looks at the dirty pavement beneath his feet. "maybe i'm just drunk," she starts and oh, man - nothing good ever starts with that phrase. "but i think people don't give you enough credit."

stan lulls his head to look at her. “they give me too much credit, y/l/n. i’m no mystery.”

she laughs at that; her eyes set on the forest and the wide hills that encompass the two of them. stan looks out too and notices that the clouds are clumped around the trees up on the hill - they look like stagnant wisps of cotton that he used to pick off the balls his grandmother kept in her medicine drawer.

“what about me?” she asks, sounding genuinely curious. stan chuckles lightly at that, flipping himself so his body faces hers, his arms resting next to her hips.

he knows now that falling in love with this girl will inevitably cause damage. but he supposes if he's to fall victim to the ecstasy of love, despite the heartbreak that it usually brings, he'd like for it to be with her.

“you waste your time with them, y/n.” he says, feeling dizzy under her gaze – or under the influence of green he’d smoked and all that liquid courage. all three, most likely. “they’ve got all the time in the world for chasing whoever they want.”

“you know what i need, barber?” you asks in a challenge, and he can’t help the grin that sneaks onto his face when your hands pull his sunglasses from his face.

his eyes are hit with the true light of the night, the two-tone dark that blankets the trees around him and you; he’s suddenly watching as you slip the sunglasses onto your own face which is bathed in artificial orange light from the lamp post near you and the houselights.

you look like a dream in his glasses and it makes him chuckle, unsure how anybody has ever passed you by before.

“i’m just saying i think you’ve got no time to waste with the likes of them.” he says but it doesn’t come out as well as it flowed in his head. It barely makes sense at all, and your head tilts back as you let out a short, clipped laugh.

he smiles

“you’re odd, stanley. i've got a feeling that marijuana is rotting your brain.” she jokes, an alluring smirk enticing stan to lean closer.

her hands are stabilizing herself on the cement bricks in the same way that stan imagines she stabilizes herself to the world - carefree, with a confusing yet alluring smile that bewilders stanley to his wits end.

and her eyes are mischievous as she leans closer to him, close enough that he smells her all around him, a scent that faintly makes him think of running through a forest at midnight and skinny dipping in lakes. the world is shimmering in the orange light that bathes her in a warm glow.

is he in love?

she looks heavenly and he's falling, deeper and deeper and he knows that in a few seconds he's going to say something that'll mess it up because he can't help from speaking his mind. it’s exhilarating as he feels her breath on his lips and he grins, knowing that he’s making the best mistake of his life, and so is she.

he lets out a breath of frustration, tired of her teasing, and then pushes his lips against hers. she blooms under his touch.

her lips are slightly chapped, a stark and welcome contrast to stan's own smooth ones as they move slowly against him. her hand tangles into his hair and he loves the feeling of her against him, his hands sliding up to her hips to tug her closer towards him. her tongue swipes against his bottom lip and he receives it gladly, grinning lightly into her mouth.

she pulls apart with a slight sigh, grinning to him and kissing him again briefly before looking to the sky. he watches her, unable to move as he chuckles lightly, head spinning from the weed and the spiked punch and the taste of her lips. she hums, face red and eyes flittering over the skyline behind him.

her fingers hold his neck, toying with the collar of his cardigan but she looks almost bored. in his hazy mind, he knows he has to prove her wrong.

"you can do better than that, can't you?" she asks with that damn coy smile, and stan can't help but groan lowly as she tugs him closer again.

his lips crash onto hers with much more force this time, his hand sliding up to tug on her hair as he licks into her mouth. she lets out a small whimper as she hooks her legs around his hips, bending her body towards him, pressing up against him. he's enthralled at the feeling of her chest on his, legs wrapped around him and their tongues tangled together in the midnight air.

his hand snakes slowly as she tilts her head, exposing her neck as if she's begging for it desperately - and in his drunk stupor, his hand grips her to steady her head, deepening the angle of his mouth slanted on her, absorbed in the feeling. she moans lowly into his mouth and he pulls back as he realizes that he felt the moan vibrate around his hand more than he heard it.

she's gasping, eyes wide and beautiful as she's watching his with a light blush, his hand wrapped gently around her throat. he can't remember slipping it there, but her small grin and the feeling in the pit of his stomach tells him that neither of them want it to stop.

"oh," she rushes out, eyes on his lips, "that's better." and hes pulling her back to him again hungrily, her hands pulling him closer as her hips buck slightly. he groans into her mouth and his other hand moves to her thigh, squeezing it and relishing in the feeling of the bare skin below his palms.

"stan?!" a voice calls, making him pull away from her, hand falling from her throat to land on her other thigh as he turns to his left, eyes landing on dina and syd, their eyes wide. syd's jaw is dropped and dina's wearing a surprised grin, "hi, y/n." she says in amusement and shock.

"oh, h-hi guys." y/n mutters, a smile on her face even as she flusters. syd waves with her free hand then shoots stan a look.

stan shrugs, "didn't think you were gonna show." he says casually, ignoring the butterflies as y/n's face falls to rest on his shoulder. “we figured you wanted company, but...” syd trails off awkwardly and stan feels y/n huff lightly into his shoulder.

“well, we’re gonna go inside.” dina says, pulling syd by her hand up towards the backdoor to the house.

“oh my god.” y/n mutters as they leave, and stan chuckles, turning back around to her and helping her hop down off the wall.

“who cares?” stan asks with a shrug, an easy smile. he’s just too damn happy and riled up to care. she beams at him, rolling her eyes, “c’mon, where’s your car?” she asks, bending over to pick up his sunglasses that had fallen before tugging his hand into hers.

the wink she sends him as he pulls out his keys has him swooning - she’s getting him into something, for sure.

and as she pulls him into the backseat of his car, he realizes he can’t wait.

//tag list:

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#stanley barber x reader #stanley barber smut #ianowt x reader #another song fic #i didnt read this at all sorry

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