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#yes it's the second time i post it but typo ya know
tmntxthings · 1 year
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Hiya!
I saw your little post on 2012 Donnie. I love that one! The fluff was wonderful and sweet!
I was wondering if we could get a continuation of it?
Purple Savior Pt. 2
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author’s note: :D I finished this pretty late so pls excuse the typos I’ll fix ‘em laters, hope you all enjoy part two c: ~~~~
warnings: fluff, like one curse word
> part one <
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previously. . .
By the time the two of you had finished talking the sun was coming up and that made him gasp. “Ohhh no, I’ve got to go,” he paused looking at you expectantly, and it took you only a second to realize what he was asking for, “Y/n!” you said and he repeated your name, nodding. “See ya next time!” He said as he jumped off your roof, heading to who knows where, being chased by the rising sun. You smiled sleepily. You couldn’t believe you just stayed up the whole night talking to a purple teenage mutant ninja turtle, but you knew you were gonna do the same thing tomorrow.
“So I was thinking,” you said as you rocked back on your heels before you started pacing. Another week had passed and you and Donnie had met up every night after his patrols on your rooftop. Donnie looked up from his t-phone, texting back his brothers. “Yes?” Donnie asked when you didn’t continue after a few moments. “Well uh, how was your day?” You held back a sigh as you went back to his side, sitting crossed legged on the rooftop of your apartment. That hadn’t been what you wanted to talk about. But it seemed you lacked the confidence or courage which was kind of strange because you definitely considered yourself extroverted.
He looked at you with an amused smile, “I told you that already,” and he shook his head as he still answered, “I was asleep for most of the day, worked on a couple of builds, something reallyyyy cool-“ you smacked your forehead and Donnie jumped at the sound, “that’s right! The turtle sub! I’m sorry I swear I was listening-“
Donnie cut you off, “Y/n, are you okay??” He asked as you peeled your hand away from your face. A hand print mark becoming visible from where you smacked yourself. “Hmm? Oh yeah just overthinking,” you readily admitted. “Overthinking what? That’s kind of my thing,” Donnie chuckled to himself. “Well it’s definitely my thing, I don’t know I was thinking about doing something other than just hanging out on a rooftop…” you sighed. “But I don’t know exactly where we could go or what we could do,” you mumbled. Donnie was blinking, assessing what you said and then reassessing.
Donatello was immediately on board, unbeknownst to you, as he thought up about ten plans on the spot. “We could play some video games!” Donnie offered and you nodded, “yeah I’m just worried my parents will storm my room if we get too loud.” Donnie made a gesture at himself, “I’m a ninja remember? Stealth is my middle name!” He spoke confidently and you looked at the purple clad turtle who had become a fast friend. “Alright purple ninja, as long as you promise not to get caught!” You snickered and stood up. Leading the way to your window, and you went in first, sweeping your hand back behind you as you said, “Welcome to my humble abode~”
Donnie duck his head to pass through the window. He was a hundred percent sure this was the first time he’d ever been in a human’s room before. Christmas lights were strung up everywhere, along with shelves filled with books. He almost forgot what he came in here for as he approached them. “Ah- uh- wait!” You said stepping in front of him, “video games remember!” You said shaking a controller in front of his face. You seemed to be trying to distract him and your nervous smile only affirmed his thoughts. But he didn’t push as he grabbed the controller just giving the books another glance before he let you steer him to your tv.
“So what’re we playing?” Donnie asked quietly, not forgetting about the threat of being caught by your parents. “Well I’ve got a bunch of mario stuff, mario kart, party, smash bros, world,” you ran off the list then your turned to another pile of games, “then over here I’ve got call of duty, but i mainly just run zombies, minecraft, it’s gonna be a no for all the guitar heroes and just dances..” you said contemplating your options as you gave Donnie a glance wondering if he had any preferences. “How about zombies?” He asked and you smiled, nodding in agreement as you started it up.
“Now I know you're a badass and all but you can not, and I mean not scream when you get eaten by the zombies.” You spoke with a sarcastic, teasing tone and Donnie rolled his eyes. “Yeah I’ll just take note of the badass part,” he smiled as the loading screen came on with the eerie music in the background. “I mean it Donnie no girly surprise screams!” He shook his head as the two of you started to play.
It was round 15, the two of you were a great team, taking down zombies and hellhounds alike. “What’s your high score?” Donnie asked, he’d only played this game a couple of times so he had focused up and had been silent until he felt comfortable and confident that he wouldn’t be the first to die. “Around 20,” you admitted sheepishly but your eyes never left the screen. You hardly blinked, Donnie noticed. When that round came Donnie noticed the zombies were getting tougher and faster. His character was running around the map like crazy, a trail of zombies chasing after him. “SHIT!” You hollered in panic as you got hit and then swarmed immediately going down. You dropped your controller in dismay, “always round 20!” you groaned and watched as Donnie played on.
He lasted two more rounds without you before he too fell to the swarm of the undead. “Wow you’re pretty good!” You said smiling and Donnie smiled back, “yeah and who ended up screaming??” He teased as you sighed, “I think that was an octave lower than a scream,” you corrected. “Y/n??” A voice sounded from behind your door and Donnie was up and moving, wide eyed, not wanting to get you in trouble. “Uh yeah??” You called out, freaking-the-hell-out mentally as you watched Donnie shoot for the door as it opened and he pressed himself to the wall as the door covered him. “What’re you doing??” Your mom said as she held onto the doorknob. “Just playing games!” You said quickly picking up a controller, and moving in front of the other trying to be nonchalant and hoping she wouldn’t notice.
“Who were you talking to?” She asked eyes narrowing as she looked around the room. “Just myself, you know like a pep talk to not lose, never works!” You spoke quickly, waving the controller around in your hand. “Alright well you need to start getting ready for bed, you’ve got school tomorrow!” Your mom said as she started closing the door, “Okay! Will do!” You nodded and held your breath as Donnie came back into view. After a couple of quiet moments after the door closed you and Donnie both let out a sigh of relief. “What’d I tell ya, ninja stealth!” He said triumphantly.
“Thank god, I almost peed my pants thinking she’d swing the door open just a little wider and crush you back there!” You wiped your figurative sweat from your brow dramatically. Donnie chuckled, and he watched as you stood, rocking back on your heels. “Guess we should call it a night,” you said, cheeks staining embarrassed that your mom had unknowingly called you out in front of your friend. “I wish I could go to school,” Donnie sighed wistfully. “I promise Donnie you’re not missing much! Plus you definitely don’t need it your smarter than the whole place combined!” You said playfully swatting at his arm. He gave you a warm smile, “thanks Y/n, if you ever need help with math shoot me a text,” he said as he brought out a t-phone.
Your eyes widened and you looked up from the phone to his face, beaming, “Really?!” you said excitedly. “Y/N!” Your mom hollered from down the hall, “SORRY!” You hollered back and then turned your volume down, “I get a t-phone?!” you whispered happily. “Yeah, it’s got a few games and music too!” Donnie said proudly as you took the phone. Looking at it with wonder and you immediately shot Donnie a text. His own t-phone buzzed and he checked the message, ‘THANK YOU!!!! THIS IS SO COOL!!!! XD’ - Y/n
Donnie was smiling widely as he gave you a thumbs up in real life. “I’ll see ya tomorrow,” he whispered, fighting the urge to stay and talk about all the other cool features that he was planning for the t-phone, he’d definitely have to give you the upgrade first. You waved and whispered back, “okay get back home safe, oh message me when you get there,” you said pointing towards the phone and Donnie nodded as he exited through your window.
Ten minutes later after you had closed the window and your curtains. All brushed and dressed for bed you were getting comfy as you heard a familiar buzz. ‘made it home! (: ‘ -Donnie
‘phew, I was getting worried!’ -y/n
‘pshhh no need, ninja remember?’ -donnie
‘yeah yeah I feel like you’ve said that multiple times today already :p’ -y/n
‘well it’s true :p’ -donnie
‘copycat :0’ -y/n
‘meeee?! :0’ -donnie
You burst into laugher and quickly covered your mouth to try and keep quiet. Then another buzz sounded off.
‘goodnight y/n (^ー^)ノ’ -donnie
‘woah cool one do I have that??’ -y/n
‘nah only for cool ppl ;p (yes it’s under a diff keyboard I’ll show u tmrw)’ -donnie
‘pfttt okay gnight my purple nerd~~’ -y/n
Donnie couldn’t help the heat that flushed his cheeks as he reread your last message. Specifically one word, my. It made him happy. Really really happy, and he couldn’t wait til tomorrow, to play games again, to show you more t-phone features. Being with you had become one of his favorite activities and his missing presence was starting to be noticed by his brothers. “Who ya texting?” Mikey pipped up from Donnie’s side as he peered over his brother’s shoulder at the phone. “hmm- uh- no one!” Donnie squeaked with surprise as his phone jumped out of his hands and he quickly caught it before Mikey could lunge for it.
“Hmmmm sure dude, surrre” Mikey said as he narrowed his eyes in suspicion. Donnie quickly picked up the phone, getting up from the kitchen table in favor of escaping to his room. “I’ll get to the bottom of this Donnie! Just you wait!!” Mikey called after him as the purple turtle shook his head. That was just great, with Mikey on his trail he’d soon have Raph and Leo pestering for answers too. But he didn’t really linger on it as much as he should’ve, no his thoughts wandered back to your message. As he smiled to himself, your purple nerd~
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anniesfarce · 1 year
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so co-mod and i have played this game a few times with the cpds characters, "guess who but with vibes." (insp by this video) each of us will pick one character and ask the other yes/no questions about their "vibes" to determine via process of elimination which cpds character the other has picked!
we've played this a few times, but i thought i would share the first round we ever played, and maybe you can play along? (we played by having a full list of the characters up and striking them out as questions eliminated them.)
we originally played this going back and forth with questions, but for readability's sake, i've separated his character and mine, so you'll only see questions and responses about one character at a time. i've also edited this to fix typos as well as condensing and eliminating some of the chatty bits.
first character
L: would this person post minion memes unironically?
R: yes i think so
L: for reference, i took out 3. would your character, after walking into a door, deny it ever happened?
R: no
L: they wouldn't deny it?
R: yeah they wouldn't deny it, i don't think
L: ooh tricky. i took down two. i just feel like i'm making the wrong decisions here. would this person talk during a movie?
R: ahh i'm conflicted about this. i think yes.
L: two down
R: oh no that's seven down for you??
L: wait but if you were conflicted...
R: you're almost there??
L: i'm doubting my final two ngl but we'll see. we'll just have to see if i'll have to start over from scratch or something. in the video once both have guessed wrong, they reveal who and figure out where they went wrong. if you've picked jonathan i'm rebelling. would your character pick flowers from a neighbour's garden?
R: i think so. yes.
[L was ready to make a guess, but we decided that you can't ask a question and guess on the same turn.]
L: can i tell u my guess now
R: okay submit your guess :)
L: is it max
R: no :(
L: aw man. who was it?
R: mine was annie
L: aw MAN. i'm pretty sure it was the movie bit that did her in
R: oh yeah i was conflicted on that. but i felt like on balance she probably would talk during a movie. not in theatres though just like at home lol
L: oooh good point. i actually did start thinking jonathan might. i was like hm well i didn't think jonathan would but also he might...
R: hold on i want to know who did you eliminate for the minion memes one
L: ha ha um trevor robert and chris
R: you were very right ha ha
second character
L: ur turn
R: would they break into a petting zoo to pet the animals?
L: no i don't think so
R: conflicted because there are some people i'm borderline on if i should cross them off for that lol i'm just like i could see them doing this but i don't think they would just do it spontaneously on their own. unlike Certain Others. you're still ahead of me, i knocked off two. would this person ride a bike to work? regularly, i mean.
L: no. i think literally the only person this would eliminate is jonathan (jokes)
R: lol well i've eliminated two so i guess our feelings differ. i hope the person i eliminated was not the person you are thinking of! maybe this is a bad question but it's all i could think of: would this person smoke?
L: hmm no
R: was sort of hoping you'd say yes :/
L: sorry
R: i still have a whole three people left in the mix ha ha would your person enjoy a jane austen novel?
L: yes
R: i have it like 75/25 rn
L: okay u can ask me another question or just guess, whatever's fine with u ha ha
R: okay... is it sandra
L: yes
R: YES
L: gg
R: gg!!!! that was hard!
L: was it jane austen that tipped ya off?
R: of course it was, i was trying to eliminate robert tbh
L: ha ha i'm surprised robert stayed in for so long
R: and annie has not struck me as a jane austen enjoyer, but i thought Maybe
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zhongrin · 10 months
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Rinnnnn!!!! Hope ya are doing great these days! ❤️❤️
Wdym typo? I thought Moray eel Zhonglee is your hubby? /j
help 🤸
Wait ya mean you hc Zhongli as a kind of messy? And forhejeibejek so cute how you're controlling it for your hubby aaaa, you truly complete each other <33
Ikr?? I can't speak as fancy as the both of them like 🏃💨 hope my Zhongli drabbles are already enough heh. (BTW! can I send ya some drabbles from time to time too? <3)
LMAO ngl I somehow understand that, stan Meitham <33 (plssss it's also so cute dodbejkwk)
HELP RIN I would never simp for Zhongli (although some ppl are doubting that heh-);; but I had some troubles the last day in which I thought my Ayato phase came back but it didn't. I still love Baizhu with my whole heart ❤️🤸
HELP RIN you're so cute, but no need to do that mwah <33
Yes Changsheng was literally all the time like: aight, can ya get together now? Can't handle Baizhu nor you acting like this 🙄
IKR QIQI IS SO CUTE I wanna hug her so bad frfr ❤️❤️
HELP WHERE DID THE DOLLS CAME FROM?? 🧑‍🦯
Ah I see I see, but he surely thought his dear friend is lucky to have a follower like you <33
LMAO ALHAITHAM 😭 I mean he totally would omfg.;; But yes I can understand the relief of his then heh
Ikrikr he surely was but he also was confused at first when he saw me walking up the stairs, limping a bit but also he was like "Who is this? Never seen her" like new patient yk
Then he saw me tripping and ofc he rushed over to help me and was like "Oh she is clumsy. But adorable. Wait WHAT-;;"
What can I say? He fell 0.0000001 seconds faster than me heh.
Next question! <3
Do you have any pet names for your hubby's? If so, what are they and also maybe why it is that specific pet name? <3
(help Rin I thank you sm for answering my long ass asks with such long ass texts, I really appreciate it and I really enjoy reading it aaaaaa <33❤️)
i am!! ty for asking ehheh i hope you're doing well too and baizhu is giving you enough kithes <3
moray eel zhonglee gOODBYE I AM DEAD HLSDJFKLJSDFS no but fr they're so funny looking i cannot- also APPARENTLY THERE'S A DRAGON MORAY EEL VI WE'RE ONTO SOMETHING HERE in an alternate universe, liyue is an underwater kingdom with dragon moray eel zhongli ruling over the city
not exactly messy but he hoards a lot of things. yk how asian parents keep the sauces and containers from takeaway food? ....... yeah.
you can send me drabbles yes ofc that would make my day???? hsldjflksjdklf you don't even need to ask helphsldkfjklsjdlf but you don't have to ofc!!! never feel pressured to do so, although pls know that i would treasure them forever if you ever do so 😭
......... vi vi vi what if. imagine both baizhu and ayato pining for you- 👀
where did the dolls come from you ask? uhhhhhhh- we're writers we have ✨unlimited✨ imagination :D
"oh she's clumsy" -> "oh that's adorable i want to protect her- wait what-" is the only valid reaction nodnod would you say baizhu is protective of you then bc i can totally see that hehe <3
pet names!!!!
i have a lot for zhongli hehe i call him xiànɡ ɡonɡ / hubby, lónglí (mashing character for dragon + last character of his name), li, darling, dear, love.... i actually had a whole post about it sldjfklsjdlf ALSO ALSO since you're a selfship enthusiast if you're interested there's this collab you can check out hehe
for al haitham.... actually not that much bc he doesn't call me by nicknames too much either!! but i do call him haitham, dear, beloved, babe (to fluster him mainly lmao)!! and he usually just calls me by name (meirin / mei / rin) but on private he might use habibti or love <3
how about you and baizhu? what kind of nicknames do you have for each other? also!!! what kind of dates are your favorite? <3
(and pls it's no problem at all, i'm glad you like the long responses bc i. i gush about my selfships a LOT WAUGHHJDSFH i enjoy reading your asks too wahhh they always make me smile <3)
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ayo-edebiri · 2 years
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#You're watching Spiderman: no way home (2021)
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sunghun · 3 years
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enhypen pranking you
requested; yes!
warnings; some cursing??
note; help i feel like this took forever to write 😭 and i literally have no excuses other than procrastination and the fact that i couldn’t think of pranks for like half the boys. hopefully my next post won’t take as long...
unedited so apologies for any mistakes/typos!!
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희승 | heeseung;
okay i feel like heeseung would be the guy to go on reddit and be like “how can i prank my s/o without making them cry or get angry”
will absolutely research until he finds the perfect prank
he decides on the one where you wipe off your s/o’s kisses bc like
that’s a relatively harmless prank right??
if only he knew
so later that day when you two meet up you give him a kiss on the cheek like always
and he just . wipes it off
you can tell he’s kinda trying to be discreet about it
and at first you’re kinda confused by it
but then figured maybe you accidentally put too much chapstick on and left some on his cheek
bc you know. that can happen
but then throughout the day he just?? keeps wiping them off???
eventually you can’t take it anymore
“alright lee heeseung what the fuck is your problem”
immediately he knows he’s screwed up
like you used his government name and everything
“i might’ve been.....idk.....pranking you. or something.”
“😐😐😐”
never tries anything like that again
who knew you could be so scary?
제이 | jay;
okay it took me like 8 years to think of a prank jay would do
but i feel like he might try the “pretending to talk bad about my s/o in another language” thing
like one day when you and him were just having a casual little date
he gets a ‘phone call’
and he’s just like “hey babe do u mind if i take this? sunghoon said he needed to talk about smth”
“ofc baby go ahead 🤗”
and so it begins
the first time you didn’t even realize he said your name
so the next time he like . overemphasized it
and yeah it got your attention it also made you suspicious as hell
his first mistake
you looked at him questioningly thinking that maaaaybe you were being dramatic and he was just trying to get ur attention
but he just ignored you and kept talking
and you kept hearing your name Very clearly
and you can see jay discreetly glancing at you to see your reaction
which just confirms that it’s a prank
and you’re pretty sure you know which one he was trying to do
so after like ten minutes with absolute no reaction from you
jay finally hangs up
and you’re just like “did u have fun pretending to trash-talk about me to sunghoon?”
he just freezes for a second
bc damn he did not expect you to figure it out that quick
but then he just wraps his arm around ur shoulders and grins
“typical y/n. sucking the fun out of everything.”
you’re about to protest
but then he gives you a very sweet kiss
so all is forgiven ❤️
for now
제이크 | jake;
i’m sure we’ve all seen those videos of someone calling their significant other by their name instead of a pet-name or smth
so naturally jake decided to try it on you
bc. ya know.
he only ever calls you cutsey nicknames and shit
his friends like to tease him abt forgetting your name because like. literally he never calls you by it.
but it’s okay because you never call him by his either
bUT anyways
one day when you two were just chilling at your place watching movies and stuff
and you were in the kitchen making some popcorn
so he just goes for it
“hey Y/N can you bring me some water?”
he has to stop himself from losing it at the way you just freeze
“i didn’t know we were back on that level, JAEYUN.”
oh shit
is literally the 😦 emoji
was not expecting the uno reverse card
makes up for it as soon as you sit back down
kisses all over your face and calls you the most ridiculous names.
“i’m sorry my lovely sugarbear, sweetie-pie, pumpkin, baby boo.”
he’s just lucky you didn’t bring him a glass of ice and tell him to wait <3
성훈 | sunghoon;
recently, you got a box from ur mom that was full of all your favorite snacks that you couldn’t get in korea
and you were like . so excited
which is why sunghoon, your lovely but slightly evil boyfriend
decided to play a prank on you
you had been gushing to him about how excited you were to have some of them when you got home from work/classes
and so he decided to hide them
later when you went to get them you almost had a heart attack when you couldn’t find them
“hey babe have seen those snacks my mom sent?”
“oh you mean those odd looking ones? yeah the guys came over earlier and we kinda finished them off. sorry hon.”
now
sunghoon was absolutely ready for you to get mad
he was prepared for shouting and maybe even having a pillow thrown his way
what he was not prepared for was your face falling and tears to start welling up in your eyes
“o-oh. okay.”
“wait y/n-“
but you had already started crying
which might seem like an overreaction but like
you’d had a really shitty day
and looking forward to those snacks and cuddling with your boyfriend was the only thing keeping you going
and you just couldn’t help it :(
“y/n, baby i’m sorry please stop crying.”
runs as fast as he can to where he hid them and brings them back to you
“look, see? i was just pranking you.”
promises that he won’t ever do something like that again
bc he hates seeing you cry :/
선우 | sunoo;
it took me so long to think of a prank sunoo would do 😭
but after some careful consideration
i think he would do smth like give you really salty cookies just to see how you react
like are you gonna tell him they’re awful in a nice way or will you just tell him straight up that they taste like crap??
is so obvious about it tho
“hey y/n wanna try these cookies i made with love just for you~?”
watches your reaction very closely when you take the first bite
he can tell that you’re trying so hard not to make a face
“wow, babe. these are uh, really good. thank you so much!”
wait what
are you.....trying to spare his feelings???
“are you sure? they’re not too salty or anything?”
“nope! i love them!”
did you just take another bite???
this time you can’t hide the grimace quite as well tho 😭
at his blank look you try to take another bite
but he stops you before you can poison yourself anymore
“babe you weren’t supposed to pretend to like them i know they’re awful 🤦‍♂️”
is very touched that you would eat a cookie that is like half salt just for him <3
정원 | jungwon;
okay don’t @ me but i feel like jungwon would just like . try to ignore you
like he saw someone on youtube doing it and their s/o was being super affectionate and cute trying to get their attention
and he’s just like.....😏 hmm.....
so he tries it out the next time you come over to his place
and you’re just . so confused??
bc aside from him opening the door to let you in
your usually sweet and cuddly boyfriend is acting like you’re not even here??
you start trying to get his attention with snuggles and cheek kisses and bringing him something to eat/drink
but the boy won’t budge
and now you’re paranoid
did you do something wrong??
is he really upset????
finally you can’t take it
and you come up to him a little watery eyed
“i don’t know what i did, but i’m sorry. i’ll try not to do it again.”
literally breaks his heart in two 💔
immediately apologizes and tells you that it’s a prank
and then cuddles you the rest of the night without letting go <3
니키 | niki;
one day while watching random youtube videos
niki got the stupid brilliant idea to pretend that he was gonna break up with you
of course he had to wait for the right timing and whatnot
and that seemed to be just a few days later
the two of you planned to play video games and watch some movies
and that seemed like the perfect time to do it
so a few minutes after he got to your place
and you two had just sat down on the sofa
he turned to you all serious and said
“y/n. i hate to do it like this, but i can’t keep it in any longer. i think we should break up.”
“oh thank God.”
wait what
why did you sound.....relieved???
“wh-what?
“yeah i was actually planning on breaking up with you, but you beat me to it! nice one, bro.”
niki frowns
“y/n this isn’t funny.”
“oh but it would’ve been funny if you did it to me?”
yeah turns out jake found out about his little prank and tipped you off
omg but once niki realizes that you’re not actually dumping him he just kinda.....crushes you into a hug
“i’m so sorry you’re right it isn’t funny please don’t leave me.”
the rest of the day is spent much more calmly after you two vow to only play harmless pranks on each other.
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Hey, been reading through your anti sim posts, and tbh I cant help but agree, you make extremely valid points. Was wondering about your opinions on the toh series? Take care and stay safe!
Hi anon!!
Thank you so much for the kindness ♥️♥️
Ik I haven't really been active for a long time. I kinda have my exams soon. (For those who didn't know, yes, I am in High School. It sucks. I legit have to rottofy like 200 pages for each subject)
Anyways, I don't know of the 'toh' series so imma hope u meant tog and that's a typo. Otherwise srry to disappoint ig.
I really liked Tog when I first read it. But I think I only enjoyed the first two books. I'll get to that later. But I was so excited and obsessed with it and Aelin. I cringe now but I was mad for her. Again only the first two books. Tog series I'll admit is better planned. Note I say better. Better than Acotar. And we all know what a hot mess Acotar is. A few of the plots did suprise me and I did gasp quite a few times. But I was like 11 at the time so...
I remember waiting for the main plot while reading the first book, and...it never came. I kept waiting for a big plot twist or something and nothing happened. I did quite like Aelins character in the first two books. I think I still do, bad writing kept aside. Although in the second book I was kinda upset that the big bad assassin hasn't been killing people. That was really a bummer.
What really creeped tf out of me was Aelin mauling Chaol's face. That's abuse? Domestic violence? Anyone? That's what I hate about sjm and her fandom. When a character she doesn't like abuses the protagonist in the loosest sense possible the whole fandom will hate the guts out of that character and call anyone who likes that character "abusers and their followers"
But when the FCKING PROTAGONISTS of not one but two series have abused, violated, mind-rapped, physically hurt and sexually assaulted their partners and others it's perfectly ok cause that's HaWt.
From Heir of Fire on it just started going down hill. Rowan abusing Aelin constantly. That stupid thing where she starts crying cause he "left her" that was supposed to be oh so emotional. "I claim you" nonsense. The change of love interests is better than Acotar. But still horrible
But, atleast for me, the worst part was in Empire of Storms or was is it the last book? I don't remember. But I do remember Rowan comparing Aelin to his dead wife and saying he would have never gone for someone like her if he didn't think she was his mate. That was just nauseating. 11 year old me was absolutely disgusted. She died because he left her. She was pregnant with his child. And yet he has the nerve to compare her to his current partner. I mean who does that? What must have gone through Sarah Janet's head? Was she so desperate to prove Aelin is the ultimate girl boss she literally compared her to a dead woman? I was actually waiting for Lyria (was that her name) to jump through that portal and bitch slap Rowan.
That series is just as badly written but atleast it has a semblance of a plot. Maybe cause back then she was actually listening to he editors. There are parts I still like, (Dorian, Lorcan and Elide. Sorsha) I'll just try to summarise the things that really bothered me.
The switch of love interests was horrible as per usual
Rowan biting her?
Rowan. Just Rowan his entire character.
Aelin threatening to burn the entire city full of innocents
Chaol in book 4 is unrecognisable. The infamous retcons. He calls Aelin a monster? Why? What- why??? That was so out of context and character?
The way Aelin constantly keeps comparing them.
The way Neserin is treated as a rebound girl.
I have always been confused as to why Chaol needed so much time to get over a crazy as fire girl who disfigured his face?
The amount of smut in a YA book.
Sorsha and Dorian's relationship? I loved Sorsha Probably cause she was....ordinary. And their relationship was just so sweet. And Dorian moves on just like that? I'd haunt the fck out of my partner of they moved on that fast.
Now, about Chaol and Dorian. In the first few books, they didn't seem lgbtq characters but in QoS ig? It feels like sjm goes out or her way to establish a connection between them only to tear it apart and be like PSYCH! They are superrrrr straight lolol.
The tog series had a bad magic system, war plot, characters, romances and writing. So no different than any other book sjm has written. But idk I am not that invested in it as am with Acotar. Like I love Tamlin with my whole heart. I don't think I am that attached to any character with in Tog series. Hence I don't talk about it often. But it's just as badly written as Acotar.
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Blurb #2 (T.H.)
a/n: so, i don’t know what or how this happened but *throws fic* here ya go!! *runs and hides in a hole* *peeks back out* enjoy!!
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pairing: tom holland x female!reader summary: Tom jet skiing is just too hot for you to handle and it's making you feel certain emotions. So, you take matters into your own hands... somewhat literally. warnings: written fairly quick (so might be shitty), alludes to smut (make out in the bathroom and then some...kinda lol), typos I might have missed (slightly proofread) and oh, the pictures. word count: 1.1k+ (it’s a short one! a miracle! alsklaks)
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You knew from the moment he picked those shorts to wear that this was going to be dangerous. Then again, you didn't do much to prevent him from wearing it either because your man looks good in them, how can you complain?
But then, he got into the wetsuit. That was when it took all your strength to try and be calm about it, to seem unaffected as you got on the jet ski right behind him. And as you rode into the stretch of the ocean, it became much harder to take control of this fiery feeling inside you. There was just something so attractive with the way he took absolute control of the roaring engine, somewhat taming the beast in the way he maneuvered his way across the waves. Not to mention the feeling of his muscles flexing underneath the tight fabric, your fingers unable to escape them given that you have no choice but to hold onto him.
You do take pride in your sense of control, so you've managed to get off the jet ski and smile sweetly, innocently at your boyfriend, expression a stark contrast to the absolute filth that's swimming in your mind.
It was when he took the wetsuit off did you finally decide that the agony was enough. Your patience has been stretched too thin as you watched him walk under the sun, his wet hair shining, making his curls look even more gorgeous. And with the way the ocean water coated his body, he was glowing underneath the rays, his muscles more defined from his arms, to his broad shoulders, his toned chest, and then those abs, gosh those abs that you could never get enough of. Plus, with how those evil shorts were hanging too low at his hips, his v-line was showing just enough that it had you wanting more of what was hidden in between. Put all of those together and my goodness did he look like an absolute Greek god, one who you wanted to get a taste of.
"Tom? Can you help me with the zip for a sec? I think it's stuck," you called out after your boyfriend who was waiting for you just on the other side of the bathroom door. Your words were a huge lie given that you were already out of your wetsuit, you just needed him inside without raising much suspicion.
Once you unlocked the door, Tom slipped inside, confusion covering his face when he saw you already in your swimwear. Though you didn't give him much time to think as you swiftly pushed him back against the nearby wall, your lips on his in a split second, Tom kissing back not long after as he wrapped his arms around your waist tightly.
Your fingers were touching him all over, deliberately feeling his muscles, running them down from his broad shoulders to his biceps, giving them a squeeze making Tom chuckle softly. Then you went further down, playing with the garter of his shorts for a couple teasing seconds before you went slowly back up, warm palms flat against his abs to his toned chest, fingers snaking up his neck and then tangling them in his damp curls. You earned a gasp from him when you tugged on them hotly, your tongue slipping inside his mouth without further hesitation. Albeit a familiar one, both your heads were spinning at the taste, soft moans filling the air as your tongues meet.
"Very sneaky," Tom chuckled lowly against the kiss, wide smirk in full play, his hands going to squeeze at the swell of your bum as he tries to keep up with the absolute fervour in your kiss. He would be lying if he said he didn't notice the way you looked at him. Other than the fact that Tom knows you, he's always focused on you, so of course he noticed and yes, he loved it. "Could've just told me you wanted to—oh," Tom cuts himself off with a gasp at the sudden feeling of your palm pressed up against the tent on his shorts, his hands that were rested on your bum tightening around the flesh in the process.
"Fuck," he breathed out, head thrown back to give your more access as you now moved your kisses down to his neck, sucking on his sweet spots just lightly, careful not to leave any marks. You pulled away for a second to meet his eyes, Tom giving you a nod of consent before you hooked your fingers on his shorts and pulled them down just as you slowly lowered yourself down his body, littering hungry kisses on his chest, his abs and then that luscious v-line.
"Fucking hell," Tom hissed as your nimble fingers wrapped around the base, his eyes screwing shut for a second, lavishing the feeling before he slowly looked down at you to meet your lust-filled gaze.
Tom shook his head in pure awe, brown orbs coated with admiration but also glowing with lust at the sight of you gorgeous on your knees. Then you looked up at him with a sweet, adorable smile, head tilted to the side innocently, but then your eyes, the absolute mischief and devilish look in your beautiful eyes, Tom felt like he was about to bust right then and there. And then you spoke,
"Now, you're going to have to be quiet for me pretty boy."
Tom nodded frantically with a shaky breath, bottom lip quick to get caught between his teeth as he tried to suppress a low, guttural moan once he felt the slickness and warmth of your tongue.
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"What took you guys so long?" Harry asked as you and Tom walked towards the group hand in hand and wide smiles on both your faces.
With his cheeks turning more flushed, Tom cleared his throat. "The tie of her swimsuit got stuck in the zip," he said, shrugging nonchalantly while you tried your best to bit back a grin, laying your head on his shoulder innocently.
The group only nodded without care, now slowly making their way back to the cars. "You guys want to get some food?" Harry spoke towards everyone.
"I don't know, I think I'm already full," you hummed against Tom's ear only, a shiver running down his spine at the soft purr in your voice. When he met your gaze, you only shot him a playful wink, your smile too mischievous that it was hard for him to seem unaffected since that certain smile was quick to remind him what happened just minutes prior. Which wouldn't exactly be ideal for he can't really hide it in the shorts.
With a squeeze of your hand and a discreet warning glare, Tom silently urged you to behave. At least, until you get back to the hotel. Then he'll let you be as devilish as you want to be.
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The first of the snippets from WIPs (as promised!) I haven't been able to write since my mom passed, so I'm not sure if or when I'll ever get any of these done, but I thought I'd share some unfinished ideas!
This one is still in a dialogue-heavy format. I’ve tried to fill in context in parenthesis. For context, in this story, most of the babies that were taken from the cradlestone are being cared for by goblins at the old Janus headquarters, all overseen by Walter, but some are housed at the Lake residence.
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(Douxie is walking out of a record store, humming a soft tune, when his phone rings. He answers. )
“Mr. Casperian.” Strickler's gruff voice floated out from the receiver. “I hope you don’t mind, but I got your number from Jim.”
“Uh, yeah, no it’s fine.” The wizard scratched the back of his head, raising a brow. “Who is this?”
“I’m Jim’s--an ally of the Trollhunter’s. Waltolomew Stricklander. ”
“Ah, yes, Merlin mentioned you a few times.”
“Good, then you’ll recall that I am in possession of all of the familiars—err, human children—who were formerly housed within the Darklands.”
“Oh that’s right! You’re the one with Dr. Lake. How’s that going for you?”
“Er—well, that’s the thing. It’s—we’ve run into a bit of a conundrum.”
“Conundrum?”
“It would be best if you saw it in person. Do you know where Jim lives?”
“Yeah I do, actually." He scratched the back of his neck as he spoke. “What’s going on again?”
“Waaalt, it’s not just those two.”Douxie heard another voice through the receiver.
“I have to go,” Walter’s voice was grave, “Erm, the faster you can get here, the better. We need a wizard.”
“Right then, you got it.”
(Later, at the Lake residence Douxie opens the door and his jaw drops. There are babies flying everywhere, and magic spells being cast to and fro, bouncing off of every wall. In the middle of it all, a haggard Walter and Barbara are trying to reign in the chaos. Douxie inquires about the Trollhunters, who could be there in a moments notice with Claire’s shadow magic.)
“Claire, Jim, and Toby are on vacation with the Nunez’s in the mountains.” Barbara explained.
“Young Atlas needs a break. They all do,” the changeling admonished. “I know Claire could be in and out quickly, but it would be best if we didn’t interrupt them. ”
“What on earth is going on with these babies?!” Barbara yelped as she barely dodged a ball of light being thrown her way. A crash sounded from the kitchen, and with a resigned huff, she strode off to discover its source.
“They’ve been exposed to Morgana’s magic for too long,” Douxie explained. “Creatures like that, like changelings,” he gestured towards Walter, “are naturally more inclined towards magic.”
“How do we keep them under control?” Walter’s voice was desperate. “This house, and the entire Janus base will be destroyed!”
“I don’t know!” Douxie exclaimed, “I’m not used to dealing with magic users this young. I’ve never even seen it. They have no idea what they are doing.”
“You were Merlin’s protege,” Walter growled as he tried to grab two babies that had landed on his horns. “Figure it out!”
“Waaaahh!” NotEnrique screamed from another room.
“Fire! Fire! Baby on fire!” Barbara came running down the hallway towards Walter, who grabbed the child before the flames could spread up the little one’s arms to burn her.
The baby itself giggled as the flames danced around Walter’s clawed and heat-resistant fingertips, seemingly unharmed. He sighed as the charred diaper fell away.
“This is madness!” Douxie held out his arm, and in a flash of blue, put out the flame. Grimacing, he pulled his phone from his pocket, running through his list of contacts. “We need back-up!”
Diaper-less, a stream of yellow came bounding out from between the baby’s legs, promptly splashing Walter���s face.
“Ugh,” he blinked and sputtered as he tried to clear the urine away, “and here I thought Battle of Marengo was hard.”
“Buh, buh, buh--” the baby tried to imitate him as he held it at arms length.
“Hello, Zoe, lovelet, I have an address I just texted to you, can you, uh--” Douxie held the phone to his face , trying to grab a different baby's leg as it floated by, "--do you mind popping by? There's a bit of a situation."
“What situation?” came her voice from the other end
The child escaped the Wizard’s grasp, babbling gleefully while wearing a tricorne.
“Waltolomew Jr, get over here this instant!” Barbara went chasing after the baby with outstretched arms.
“It’s a bit hard to explain…” Douxie’s voice trailed off as three other babies crawled after the doctor, sparks flying out from behind their knees like toy race cars.
“It’s mutiny, I tell ya!” NotEnrique came scurrying into the room, body covered in roots and flowers. “they’ve been savin’ it all for the big day! Oi, Jazz Hands, you mind givin’ me some help here?”
“I’m a little busy at the moment.” Douxie said as he fiddled with the gauntlet. “C’mon, c’mon...” he grumbled to the mechanism. “Ah! There.”
Geometric shapes of light appeared along the floor, bursting out and upward in a cacophony of blue. The babies who were airborne dropped to the ground, and Douxie watched as Walter lunched to catch two or three with his wings.
A thud upstairs indicated that another baby had dropped, followed by a piercing wail.
“Hold this,” Barbara said, seeming to appear out of nowhere, and Douxie found himself with a sudden armful of Walt Jr. as the doctor bounded up the staircase, NotEnrique went scurrying up behind her, shedding petals and brambles in his wake.
“Ah, hello mate,” Douxie quirked a brow as he looked down to the child in his arms, “so you’re the chip off the old rock here.”
(Douxie tries to cast a few spells with some success. For a few moments, the chaos stops and all of the floating babies come back to the floor. Strickler filters back into the room.)
He heard Walter snort, and then yelp as the first baby lit itself on fire again. The children nestled in his wing began to cry at the sudden flash of light.
“I thought you put a stop to this.” Walter growled as he held the baby away again.
“There are limits to my powers,” Douxie asserted, “I’ve got the airborne babies under control, but the other one’s will take longer. “
The changeling grabbed a crystal from a pouch along his loincloth and held it to the baby’s chest, cradling the child in his arms while the others remained in his wing. He muttered something that sounded low and quick, like snapping coals, and extinguished the baby once more. Not seconds later, a different baby with bows in it’s hair shot a beam of frost towards Walter’s head, covering his hair and horns in snow. Uttering, he tried to shake it away.
“They all have different abilities,” Douxie remarked in wonder as he stepped closer to the changeling. “We have fire, frost, earth--” the lights flickered above them, “--electricity,” he added, “and who knows what else? Heaven help us if one of them is in tune with Shadowmancy.”
“Shadow magic I can deal with, to a degree,” Walter’s golden eyes fell on the boy, “I am a creature of shadow, after all. It’s the others I can’t handle.”
Douxie laughed, something wry and time-worn passing across his gaze. “You’re not made of shadow magic, pal.”
“Come again?” his wings tensed.
“You may have been exposed to it in the Darklands, but the creation of life...that requires light.”
Walter stared at him for a long moment, gaze flickering in the dim.
“Shadow magic is what Gunmar was using to create his mindless drones, you’re not that.” Douxie went on. “I may not be as all-knowing as Merlin, but I know that much.”
“Forgive me for having a hard time believing you.” A baby was pulling in his tusks. Gently, he patted it back down. “But I have known nothing else.”
“You’ll see one day,” Douxie offered pale and knowing smile. “I don’t doubt it.”
It was then that Barbara came back onto the scene, hair completely unraveled and soaked, toweling her face.
“Oh dear,” Walter quirked a brow.
“She’s in the bathtub, living it up.” Barbara sneered. “Imagine a baby with a super-soaker.” Water still dripped from her arms. “NotEnrique’s entertaining her for now. I had to change twice.”
The sound of a motorcycle entering the driveway caught their collective attention, and Barbara gave Walter a curious look.
“That’ll be Zoe,” Douxie explained as he headed for the door. The moment he opened it, the power went out, and with the sun setting, the house became shrouded with darkness.
“Fuzzbuckets,” the wizard moaned through the burbles and gurgles and wails.
(Zoe walks up, fascinated to know what the heck could be going on. There’s some light banter, then Douxie introduces them to Walter and Barbara, who are surrounded by babies.)
“Remember the Trollhunter?” Douxie gestured to the couple. “Well, these are his parents.”
Walter tensed, “Er, well, I’m not actually Jim’s--” his words trailed off when Barbara put an arm on his shoulder.
“It’s okay, honey.”
Looking between the two of them, Zoe cocked a brow. “Well, there’s a story." It was well known that changelings couldn’t reproduced and equally known that they didn’t pursue relationships with...well, anyone.
“One we don’t have time to unpack, I’m afraid.” Walter said, curling a wing into a makeshift hammock before adding three or four babies to it.
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(And that’s all I had! Obviously there would have been a resolution, and I remember planning to have Steve show up at some point, but I hope you enjoyed the concept! Forgive any typos. Will post more int he next couple of days)
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a lot of typos but that's just what ranting's like
listen. listen. i haven't been to tumblr since probably may, my last scheduled (im not even trying to spell that right and my keyboard isn't set to english) post went out in june at the latest and it wasn't even in this blog
i don't use this blog a lot, all eleven of you know that. and my hopes were low for the show, they were *low* listen, ok?
but im not even halfway to through the second episode and it feels like some awful netflix teen show, riverdale is taking notes
i knew it wasn't gonna be like the book! i got that! the actor's are all in their late 20's and the book doesn't have enough plot to be a whole show but i thougjt that meant they were going to explore the characters more, not turn bronwynn into a sterotypical nightmare, throw addy's personality away and make her a "mommy is mean and life sucks and my biggest problem is that i cheated on my loving awesome bf for no apparent reason!" character. i read the book almost two and a half years ago and i remember enough to know her storyarc was probably the biggest and the whole thing about her being in the clininc because her boyfriend asked her to and her inability to stand up for herself and ok. i get it. there's a lot of room for her to have an arc here but i... just don't understand why the show did her like that.
and full disclosure here? i dont even remember her or nate's secret. i do however remember nate having a personality. i remember being worried about him and wanting to know what was going on with him. him and bronwynn were so good in the book because yes, we expected them to be together we knew it would happen but it was nice. like i said i don't remember that much but it wasn't so godawfully cringey as the show is.
back to bronwynn again. just. ughh. honestly the show has such potential for the switiching back between pov's (like they did during the interrogation!) but i feel like i don't know any of the characters. bronwynn and nate felt like main's (as in more than addy and cooper) when reading the book but i literally don't care for either of them right now? or maeve, she was much of a side in the (first) book but she had a role ! she was there !
so. onto cooper. i'm incredibly fond of cooper, you can tell. cooper and addy are my favorite characters from both books, i love them both dearly and they both individually mean so much to me. im still figuring myself out but i realized cooper was gay chapters before it was revealed and i clung to him. (and then i wonder how it took me so many years to realize i'm not straight) it was the fact that NO ONE KNEW. because he was afraid and yes he trusted his friends and he genuenly loved and cared for keely (even tho she got done wrong in the bpok- nowhere near enough screen (book?) time). and you can go look at my pinned post, im so fond of cooper because his storyarc felt -feels- like it could be me. easily. and i loved kris , despite his lack of proper screen time. and the fact that the two had each other was very important to me.
which, in my brain there's a logical jump here, why is there so much sex?? i dont even want to ellaborate on this one but uh, i read this book in middle school and i remember it being trending topic with the seventh graders?? kris and cooper had an caring relationship in the book and here it's a "let's be more than friends with benefits" (that's where the jump came from). and like i said, addy's secret might have been cheating but it was not like this. and yeah the actors are aged up (alwyas an awful idea) and teenagers have sex but still, it's the fact producers forget the big deal is that it's KIDS that saw a classmate die in front on their eyes and a child that is manipulated by her boyfriend and pressured by her mother, a high schooler with the weigh on the world on his shoulders selling drugs to stay afloat, a teenage girl trying to plan her entire life. big deal of YA books? THEYRE TEENS! that's why they resonate.
the show is really ruinung the characters and their world and all the things that i associate with this fandom. this tiny but lovely fandom that was just craving for conent and holding on to one another. so, this is as far as i got, one and a half epsiodes in. i genuenenly (listen, its a long day, its legible) actually truly hope y'all enjoy the show because you deserve to
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chaotically-cas · 3 years
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Tombstone spoilers
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Oh my god. This is my raw reaction (I’m posting in the morning) to finishing Tombstone at 3:30 am. I finished it less than a minute ago. I’m in shock. I’m still crying oh my god. Literally crying.
I did not expect to enjoy a western cowboy movie that fucking much???? But I did??? I don’t even know where to start. I’m not sure if the acting from Wyatt Earp’s actor was good or bad. I genuinely can’t tell. But I thought that Val Kilmer fucking carried that movie dear lord is he so beyond talented oh my god. He is so good in these kinds of roles (Jim Morrison) I swear I literally got goosebumps so so many times. I think he is an incredibly underrated actor & that movie is excited why. Jesus fuck he was incredible it felt so real. It was one of the best performances I’ve seen on that type of role from anyone I can’t. The acting overall was for the most part down right magnificent.
The absolute heart wrenching showing of tuberculosis too omg. Especially in lines as small as ‘forgive me if I don’t shake hands’ to his beautifully the makeup department & Val did with showing how physical the disease was. I’m not sure what else to complement besides the fact that ‘the dying man’ is such a common character but I don’t think you can really do much better at all in this case. Top marks.
& the way it was filmed & the shots were so beautiful. It was so timely & cinematic oh my god I can’t describe it. They used close up shots & far away shots both so beautifully & in such a meaningful way I wanna give the director I high five man.
Jesus even Johnny Ringo’s character was absolutely perfect. I don’t remember the actors name off the top of my head but he is absolutely brilliant as well as the rest of the cast. Including Russell who practically directed the entire thing. Jeez I think he was incredible in that role. Even Ike was a fantastic character I’m sorry but I can’t lie.
I could talk about the scene where Johnny Ringo & Doc Holliday first met forever I think. Not only did they but probably two of the best actors in the movie the same room together. But it’s probably one of the most well known scenes too. Just the belligerence & the absolute wit between the both of them, especially Holliday, is mesmerizing. I love the way he turns to his girlfriend & talks to himself over whether the fact he should hate him or not. & he ends up deciding to hate him because he reminds him of himself. Which is again brought up so fucking incredibly later on in the movie. I think it’s amazing they didn’t let that aspect of their characters fall though. I think that scene is just magnificent. The way Doc is so sly & coy with a simple shot glass. Just the way the own shots are mocking themselves as well as the characters in a way is just. God. It’s unmatched. & the way they bring back the ‘he’s drunk’ later in the movie too as such a juxtaposition is just. Shit man. It’s beyond brilliant.
The scene where they all were at a draw & then Doc just winks. & you can see the other actors face go from fear to anger. & then wyatt realizes. Good it’s just a greatly filmed & directed scene everything about it is perfect from the reactions to the shots.
Now. Here is where I might be getting a bit controversial. This movie is gay. It’s fucking gay.
It’s a love story between Earp & Holliday. I said it. From the very very beginning when they first see each other again I could tell that Holliday was pining, he was crushing. & Wyatt was too except he didn’t know it. It was in the ways he cared for his well being & if he needed anything. They both just supported each other & were such good friends throughout it all even in the small things. But the big gestures is where it gets me.
The first being the multiple times Holliday stood up & actually took a deadly fight for Earp. All whole literally dying himself. He was literally willing to do fucking anything for him he was in love idc. & the second being the scene where he is saying goodbye oh my god. & Earp gives him the fucking book ‘my friend Doc Holliday’ oh my god. That’s when I started crying. Cause it was Doc saying that if Wyatt really loved him he would have to let him go & be happy. & then he died clutching the little book his best friend gave him omg. I cried. & of course Wyatt had to fulfill his best friends last wish. That killed me.
There was even a deleted scene between Doc & his girl where she is asking him why he is leaving again. & she is like ‘it’s Wyatt, isn’t it? It’s always Wyatt’ or something to that effect. & dear god I wish that scene was included because it only further shows how close they were. Both did & his girl also went to the lengths of pushing at the fact that he could & wouldn’t mind dying from him. I just think that’s interesting. He literally would do anything for his friend & his girl knows it (as she called herself.)
But what strikes me most is both times Wyatt was walking away from Doc, thinking he would never see him again, he give him something. Like pretty important too. Idk it really got me in my feels & I’m kind of glad it was so subtextual as well as implied through the clearly more than friendly gestures. I don’t think they could have portrayed the fact that they were so sadly in love any better. In my opinion. God I cannot it’s so sad. & the fact that they stayed by each other. The. Whole. Time. Through literally everything. I can’t describe it. They deserved better but at the same time it was so perfectly heartbreaking.
The way he looked down at his feet at the end & laughs right before he died breaks my fucking heard. Because he thought he would be dying down the road or honestly anywhere else. With his boots on. With his friends. I can’t it just kills me. It’s such a small & missable detail but holy shit if you notice it it hurts like a bitch.
I just. I can’t. I really loved this movie. I didn’t expect to like it a bit. I expected to be bored. But the action sequences were amazing. Everything was beautifully filmed. The dialogue was amazing (see quotes below) & just. Overall it was a great movie. I can see why it’s so a-claimed. I understand Dean Winchester so naturally I have to watch the tombstone supernatural episode again. Ah.
I strongly suggest the movie. Obviously with consideration of heavy gun violence & death. But yea it was incredible. Val Kilmer is god I’m pretty sure. I will most definitely be watching this again & sobbing.
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“There’s no normal life. Wyatt. Theres just life. Now get on with it.”
“Don’t know how.”
“Sure you do. Say goodbye to me.”
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“Live Wyatt. Live for me. Wyatt if you were ever my friend. If you ever had the slightest feelin for me. Leave now. Please.”
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“What does he need?”
“Revenge”
“For what?”
“Being born.”
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“I was just foolin’ about.”
“I wasn’t.”
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“Apparently Mr. Ringo is an educated man. Now I really hate him.”
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“You’re so drunk, in fact, you’re probably seeing double”
“I have two Guns. One for each of ya”
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“Maybe pokers just not your game, Ike. I know. Let’s have a spelling contest.”
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“You’re no daisy. You’re no daisy at all. Pour soul. You were just too high strung.”
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“You’re a daisy if you do.”
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“What you doing this for anyway?”
“Wyatt Earp is my friend”
“Hell, I got lots of friends.”
“I don’t.”
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“I’m your huckleberry”
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“Not me. I’m in my prime.”
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God I could quote this whole movie.
But lastly y’all when they were playing cards on his death bed & Doc was like ‘I don’t wanna play anymore’. Yeah. That broke my heart. That scene is 10x more sad imo than Jack’s death in titanic.
& just the fact that his very very last moments alive were spent thinking about his friends future just shows how much they cared for each other. My heart hurts. Such a beautiful portrayal.
& yes I’m going on again about Val’s acting in this because he deserved a fucking Oscar. God. His sophisticated sarcastic & overall ugh everything of the role was absolutely perfection. It’s most definitely my favorite performance by him & maybe actually one of my top ever performances. He is so talented I cannot stress this enough.
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I was tying fast. Ignore any typos.
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supertransural · 3 years
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There was something defective in the blueprints of the universe Chuck created where Cas rebels and TFW wins (aka the main universe we see).
Ok I've thought a lot about this, and I may just be spewing nonsense, dont get me wrong, but it feels like an itch I need to scratch (by writing a long post about a random theory, because that's how we do things in this house).
There's something about how decadent the angels get and how broken the system is in Heaven that just feels wrong. Firstly, remember how Chuck tells Cas in s15 that in every single other universes, he was a good little warrior and "did what he was told"? It may not be the angel in question that has a "crack in his chassis", but the designs of Creation themselves.
Here's the thing, we know doubt was already spreading around in Heaven before Cas rebelled, before he became this legend (wether a good or a bad one, still a legend amongst the feathered assholes) in Heaven. But without Cas fighting (and killing) his own Brethren, without him pushing against the Great Plan for Dean, would those other angels actually have rebelled? Maybe they did in one universe, only to reinstate the old order, with a slight twist, probably simply the leader/god wasn't the same angel as it was before (Michael) (they're not exactly famous for their original thinking). Maybe they backed down after getting sent back to Bible camp. Maybe they were simply killed because subtlety isn't one of their fortes either and the faithful other hundreds (thousands? millions? I'm never sure) of angels found out and eradicated the threat.
Incidentally, from the few clips we get of the other worlds, I seem to remember seeing Cas chasing after Sam and Dean along with other angels, so it really looks as though Heaven wasn't defeated and still righteous and still in full functioning order. The Host was still goin' strong, if you will, unlike in our little universe, where only a few angels remain and the archangels are dead and everything is absolutely going to shit up there.
My point is still fuzzy but I'm getting to it, just give me a few more paragraphs I swear it makes sense. I intend to wrap it all up very neatly once I figure it out.
So as I was saying, in the universes where Lucifer didn't win, but where the Apocalypse didn't happen either (without Cas' help in making sure it didn't, since he "did what he was told") Heaven still did not fall. They didn't scatter like cockroaches, the Host was still there, still chasing after Sam and Dean after at least a decade. Perhaps it suffered some setbacks, a few changes in Management, but it was still Heaven, ya know? Same everlasting goals and same targets.
Which brings me to my second/third example (point? idea? not sure what to call them to be honest): Zachariah the time bender. I know angels are capable of twisting time a bit, traveling through it, provided they have a big enough power generator (several angels working together, an archangel, a very strong will as we see with Cas, you name it), but the stunt Zach pulled by twisting the timeline effectively causing a fork to appear in linear time? That's not just traveling, that's creating. Something an angel doth not do. Zach had a bit of a crack in his chassis as well, from my point of view. Zapping Sam and Dean in a weird universe where they work office jobs? Ok. Zapping Dean in the past to see his mom and dad? Ok. Those are angel-level-of-thinking-and-doing things. Creating a different timeline?? That's what Chuck does (albeit in greater scale) with his different universes. Zach was somehow a): allowed to do it and b): able to do it. How?? And interestingly enough, even in a different timeline, this world still has a failing Host. One that up and left.
Speaking of apocalyptic worlds, let's not forget that even during an ongoing apocalypse, even lead by a deranged Michael, Heaven did not fall either. All the worlds where Lucifer won aren't exactly relevant here, if Heaven was defeated well within the rules of the Big Ol' Plan then that neither proves nor disproves my point. There may even be some worlds where Michael is killed by Lucifer and the Apocalypse begins, but the Devil still doesn't win, wether it be thanks to the Winchesters, or Heaven fighting back and winning in the end, or maybe both.
My point is, this world we see most of the time is Chuck's favorite, the one he was most "hands on" with. It's the one where he writes himself into the story and observes and intervenes sometimes. It's the one where he has to do that. It's the one where Amara is freed and the angels are able to do jackshit about it. It's the one where Heaven falls, it's the one where the holy rules are broken from the get go, it's the one that allowed an angel like Cas to break free, even when Chuck himself wasn't too happy about it. Heaven becomes the ruins of what it once was and loses its power for no reason other than a couple dudes with guns and knives and this one angel whose programming didn't go according to plan. It's the one where Bobby is enough to free souls from their rest by basically knocking on a couple doors, like cmon. A Heaven whose gates are so easily manipulated Metatron manages to close them off and takes over for a little while. One where all the angels fall and lose their wings. It's a Heaven where legions aren't enough to bring back one stubborn, unimportant in the grand scheme of things (or so they thought) angel to the pearly gates. They lose every endeavor they put their minds to, they don't slaughter demons by the dozens, they're lost.
This isn't an A grade Heaven. This is a Heaven that must've had a flaw in the design. Perhaps that's why Chuck found it so interesting, maybe not realizing why. He left one termite in the woodwork, and watched it all crumble, popcorn in his hand, unaware of his slow downfall until it was much too late. Without a malfunctioning Heaven like that one, he'd still be God. Cas wasn't the one with the crack in the chassis, yes he was special, but I like to think he happened to exist in the same universe as that termite, and the dominoes fell accordingly. It's like a butterfly effect, maybe Chuck created this world absentmindedly, no particular idea in mind, got distracted for a millisecond (which could well be an eternity in his case, time is a weird concept) and overlooked one typo in the code, forgot to write one little detail in small letters at the bottom of the contract, didn't add the teaspoon of baking powder sitting next to him to his batter, and the world exploded majestically in his face. Maybe he wanted to make this one more interesting, and corrected a sequence but forgot to change the initial layout of the program, maybe he lengthened his sentence but forgot to add punctuation or forgot to remove a capital letter, maybe he added a clause in the contract that created a loophole, who knows? It still had the same result. Him losing his powers, and probably dying in a ditch somewhere.
Seeing as this theory already didn't make much sense in my head, I hope I've at least articulated it well enough to make it comprehensible, and that the last point clears off whatever confused cobwebs had been accumulating in your mind after each sentence.
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can you post more smutty madwheeler hcs?
hell ya i can i just cant proofread them lmao so sorry for any typos or tense changes. anywho get your sub!mike hats on folks!!
okay so to set the scene for these hcs… mikes a whole dumbass
like hes school smart and everything but hes just,, so dumb
hes going into his senior year of college and he’s never eaten anyone out
hes given blowjobs, but he realizes he’s only ever had sex with people with dicks
and basically he starts having an early onset midlife crisis bc hes mike wheeler so of course he does
he knows that he wants to eat someone out at some point, like he’s not in a rush to actually do so, but he doesn’t want to be bad at it once he actually gets around to it, so he feels rushed to learn
this is the dumbass part bc he should realize you can’t really be “good” at sex bc everyones different
but he succumbs to the social pressure/college myths and such, and he kinda starts to panic about it bc mike wheeler does not like not knowing how to do things
so he goes to his closest friend on campus for help
he met max his freshman year, and while they both thought the other hated them at first they ended up being great friends
and max has seen mike at his peak dumbass, so he’s only kind of embarrassed when he asks her if she can teach him how to eat pussy
he thinks it’s a great plan bc not only does max have a pussy, but mike knows for a fact that she’s gone down on people with pussies plenty of times
and he’s expecting her to laugh, and sure, maybe say no, but he’s not expecting her to choke on her drink, he’s not expecting her cheeks to turn pink like that
“what?” she rasps once she catches her breath and clears her throat
mike shrugs, but he feels a lot less sure now. “i just don’t know how to, and i know you do, and i figured i could maybe practice on you while you teach me”
max’s eyebrows shoot up, and she shakes her head with a small laugh. “you’re a dumbass, you know that, right?”
and that helps mike relax, bc that sounds like max
“okay yeah i get it,” he grins, “it was dumb. i guess it’ll just have to happen when it happens”
“wait, no, i’ll do it” max rushes to say “it’s dumb, but yeah, i’ll help you”
“really?”
“how can i resist you admitting there’s something i’m better at than you?”
mike gives her a challenging smirk. “not for long”
and max laughs at that, but then it goes kind of quiet bc like… they’re sitting on the couch in her otherwise empty apartment as they speak… and they both kind of realize at the same time that there’s no reason to not start right then, and now mike isn’t quite so sure that he actually thought this through bc wow he really didn’t consider the potential consequences of this, especially bc he’s just recently been beginning to realize that he really likes max, like maybe more than a friend, but he’s still in the denial stage but that doesn’t stop his heart from racing at the thought of touching her, kissing her…
fucking her
suddenly his skin his burning all over
and hes all like “so… when do you wanna… like should we now? how should we-”
and max just cuts him off with a fond “god, you’re so fucking dumb” and a grin before swinging one of her legs over his hips and settling herself in his lap
you know that meme about being attracted exclusively to idiots? max
and before mike knows it, his hands are on max’s waist, and they feel really nice there
and her hands are in his hair and she’s kissing him, and it’s all kinds of wild to be kissing his best friend but it also makes him realize “oh shit ive been wanting this for a while huh”
theme: dumbass
and honestly, things come way more naturally than he was expecting
that is, until he realizes how far his hands have slid up her sides, so much closer to her chest than he intended
and that panic starts rising again, his heart racing, and he just sort of keeps his hands still there, then begins inching them slightly closer to her breasts
eventually she begins kissing down his neck and teases him a bit like “so are you gonna touch my tits or what?”
and mike is very happy to have permission
soon their shirts come off and they’re stumbling to max’s room
and suddenly they’re both in her bed in nothing but their underwear, and mike cant help but realize how beautiful she is, how happy she makes him, how she makes him feel all warm and giddy
but also as she unclasps her bra and tosses it aside, she makes him really fucking hard, so he focuses on that, bc that’s a lot less complicated
her tits looks so soft, and her nipples are the prettiest rosy pink color he’s ever seen
he’s nervous as he kisses down her chest, but the sounds she makes when he runs the tip of his tongue lightly, experimentally over her sensitive skin encourages him
and god, sucking her into his mouth for the first time is like a religious experience
meanwhile max is having a similar crisis/epiphany
bc like, mikes always been cute, but now his dark eyelashes are fanned across his pink, freckled cheeks, and his hairs a little messy from her fingers running through it, and he’s sucking on her tits like he was born for it, and she’s kind of overwhelmed by how much she’s enjoying this, how good it feels, and especially by how fucking beautiful he looks
she runs her hands over his skin, and it’s so soft and warm
and his back is curved so nicely…
god, this was a mistake, she can’t only do this once, now that she’s seen him like this she wants to see him like this all the fucking time, she can already feel how desperately she’ll be longing for it once it’s over
but for now she enjoys it, tells him to be gentler or go harder, tells him how to swirl his tongue over her tits, just barely touching her, which has her getting wetter and wetter
at one point she grabs his hair and bucks her hips up into his, and they’re both still for a second before mike kisses her again, even more desperately than before
and max doesn’t need to teach him anything about this; the way he sucks her lower lip between his teeth and teases his tongue over her own has her steadily rocking her hips, rubbing herself against his thigh
mike nearly comes right then and there when max moans his name
he takes it as a cue to kiss down her stomach
and he fucking looks up at her for permission with his hands so gently on her hips before taking her panties off and wowowow her heart is doing all kinds of flips
and mike doesn’t know what he’s expecting to feel when max spreads her legs, but what he ends up feeling is just pure awe
like he sees the fucking light lmao
and max thinks he’s just so fucking cute but also like she’s fucking desperate to feel his tongue on her
and some sort of electricity sparks through both of them once his mouth is on her, and she guides him through it, stroking his hair all the while
honestly… she kinda gets off on telling him what to do
like she has to tell herself to calm down lmao bc like the prettiest fucking guy has his head between her thighs and keeps looking up at her and he fucking wants her to order him around like that’s lowkey the point of this so she has to be like “okay chillchillchill don’t start domming him rn that’s not the goal here”
little does she know mike likes it too
like every time she pulls his hair to guide him up or down or harder or softer he can’t help but grind against the mattress bc he is so fucking into that
eventually she tells him to slide a finger into her, and she’d noticed before how long his fingers are, but wow they reach so fucking deep and she was not prepared for that
she tells him to add another, and wow that feels so fucking good, and he curls his fingers just the way she tells him to, and she knows she’s not gonna last very long
and shes moaning and rambling like “fuck, fuck, yes, just like that, don’t stop, fuck don’t fucking stop”
when she comes, she comes hard, her thighs wrapping around mike’s head
and it’s super intense but tbh she’s kind of into that
when she opens her eyes mike is all starry eyed, and his lips are all swollen and the entire bottom half of his face is glistening and this motherfucker has the audacity to look at her with his stupid sparkly brown eyes while she’s still fucking catching her breath and ask “was that good?”
max just pulls him into a kiss and strokes his hair
she also needs to get her mouth on his cock
he happily helps her get his boxers off, and neither of them mention that this was just supposed to be about him learning how to eat pussy
max is not ready for the realization that mike is genuinely a solid 8 or 9 inches
like she actually goes “what the fuck your cock is fucking huge”
and mike b l u s h e s at that, and max’s mouth is on him in like 0.2 seconds
the second he moans max knows that sounds gonna be on loop in her head for at least the next few days
he comes super quickly, and his o-face is the hottest thing max has ever seen
mikes embarrassed, but the way max swallows him down is so fucking hot, and she kisses him all over after he comes
somehow they silently agree to cuddle for a bit before showering together
they order pizza, and things seem normal but they both lie wide awake that night once they’re alone in their own beds
neither of them can stop thinking about it
they do it again a few days later
and mike looks so fucking gorgeous and hes all like “does that feel good?” and max can’t help but let him know how bad she wants to sit on his face
mike is SO down
she grips his hair and rides his tongue hard until she’s coming on top of him
…and then they keep going until she comes two more times
later that week mike feels kind of weird when he buys condoms on a whim, but it turns out to be a good thing, bc the third time they hook up max can’t help but tell him in the hottest voice he’s ever heard how badly she wants his cock inside of her
and tbh, while she’s wet as fuck for him, it takes a while of opening her up for her to be ready to take his cock
it’s so worth it once he’s inside of her tho
she guides him through fucking her, but they both kind of know he doesn’t really need it, this is coming so naturally to both of them
so it quickly turns into her more telling him what to do just because they both find it super hot
“fuck, baby, fuck me harder, fuck yes, just like that, that’s it baby, fuck it’s so good you’re such a good boy for me”
the phrase “good boy” rings in both of their ears and makes mike come immediately
“so… you’re into that then?”
“uh, yeah. you?”
“fuck yes.”
they never realized how sexually compatible they would be
like they both come at least three times the first time max is on top, they’re v v into all the same stuff (and each other)
then eventually they get their shit together and realize they’re in love!! so then they get to sprinkle “i love you"s throughout their dirty talk!! and they cuddle and kiss all the time!! it’s so great!!
okay thank you for coming to my dom!max/sub!mike ted talk lol
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futurewriter2000 · 5 years
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Sweet fights
~ Pt. 2 ~
A/N: I actually didn't believe this imagine would have so much fans and well I didn't tag anybody becuase then it doesn't show in the search ya know and I kinda want it to show in the search so there's that.
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Fights with Harry were always dramatic and big. It was a known fact as Harry has always had a temper.
That is why you were in the library at the moment, among the bookshelves, your fingertips gently tapping against the book covers as you passed them by.
" Quite the first impression you gave there." said the voice on your left.
" Have to say we were increndibly impressed." said the other.
You turned your head and saw two identical strangers leaning on the bookshelves." Red heads. Wesleys?" you smirked as you leaned against the bookshelves yourseelf with your arms crossed.
" Weasleys." one corrected you.
" Sorry. I'm still getting used to English names since I'm quite used to Ivanovski, Selman, Dostojevski..." you smirked a bit, seeing as they had no clue about the last one. " Heard there was a bunch of you in the family."
" Mum thought she could have more beautfiul children than us. Unfortunately, as you can see, she was unsuccessful." the other spread his arms while his brother chuckled.
" You overestimate yourself." you smirked. " Mind me asking why do I owe the pleasure to meeting you two?"
" Great question." said one, looking over to his twin.
"See, Harry is a family friend or more like-"
"-Family. Harry is family and we've always felt protective over family-"
" So we have-"
You cut him off with a laugh before he continued, uncrossing your arms and starting to walk over to them. " What happened between Harry and I, is our business, not yours." you were now close to them, looking up at them dangerously. " Don't stick your noses where they don't belong." you warned before knocking them out of your way and walking away.
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' By the time Kenan got there, it was too late. He laid there, lifeless. ' you read as your fingertips brushed down the edge of the page and turned it over. ' Kenan could not scream even if he wanted to. To know his brother was dead, his only family, his connection to his past and childhood...it was gone with a moment of-'
Your reading got disturbed as a hand placed itself on the cover and you quickly looked up. "Yes?" you spoke calmly, looking up at his grey eyes.
" You know Harry Potter?" he smirked and you stood up, sending him a dangerous glare.
" I know a lot of people. I also know when people shouldn't be in my business. I think it's time you know that too." you spoke flat and started to walk away, leaving Draco Malfoy with curiousity yet to be solved.
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“ I wish we would at least do one single thing except reading the theories of how to defeat Boggarts. It only takes a flick of a wand.” your friend Tilly complained as she walked beside you from the DADA class. “ When we had professor Lupin..Merlin, (y/n), you had to be here. It wasn’t just the fact that he was one of the best but he was handsome and funny, the whole package you know.” she smiled and you laughed. 
“ The whole package, huh?” you eyed her. “ We had a Transfiguration teacher back at Durmstrang. You had to see him. Perfect slicked back hair, these killing brown eyes and a stubble...Transfiguration will never be the same without him.” you made dreamy eyes at ceiling as you rememenisced the hunky Transfiguration professor. 
“ And Viktor Krum?” she nudged you a bit.
“ What about Viktor Krum?” you grinned.
“ Did you ever meet him or were ever friends with him?” she asked and you flushed red. 
“ He was my tutor in my second year there.” you grabbed your cheeks. “ He was so sweet and so kind all the time that I HAD to have a crush on him. Though he always said he saw me in a sisterly-kind of way and that just broke my heart.” 
“ Auch. That must have hurt.” 
“ Oh. Well, I grew out of it and we’re still good friends.” you looked at her and entered another classroom. “ Actually, everybody in Durmstrang are good friends with eachother. We always help eachother out, stick together, you know.” 
“ Well, here’s pretty different. House rivalry is really common here. You don’t seem much of a mix with different houses. I mean it’s not rare but it’s not a lot of either, especially when it comes to Quidditch.”
“ Quidditch!” you exclaimed and turned to her. “ I totally forgot about Quidditch. I played the Chaser back in Durmstrang.” you beamed at her before running out of the classroom to Professor Snape’s office. 
You fixed your posture upright and knocked gently on the door. “ Come in.” said a calm, flat voice. 
“ Good morning, professor. My name is (y/n)(y/l/n)-”
“ I’m quite aware who you are miss. (y/l/n).” he removed his eyes from the potion and turned to you. “ To what do I owe the pleasure of having you in my office?” 
“ I wanted to talk about the Quidditch post as a Chaser. I’ve been one myself back in Durmstrang and I’ve been wanting to ask you if I could try-out.”
“ The try-outs had already been held.”
“ I know that is why I am here. I’m quite good professor, I have stable and good grades and I would definetly benefit the Slytherin house to win them the Cup.” you kept being persistant as he watched. 
“ So you believe you are good.”
“ I believe I am great at my post as a Chaser. I’m fast and I am not afraid to knock some brooms.” you felt a smile curve on your lips as you felt the sensation of flying and the broom underneath your fingertips. 
Professor Snape watched as your eyes held a tiny glint in their eyes. “ We already have a Chaser.”
“ I can be a better one.” you kept your eyes on his. 
There was silence and you could see him pondering his next words carefully. “ I’ll talk to the teams captain but don’t you dare give me false promises.” he spoke coldly and walked through the room, finally letting you space to breathe.
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It wasn’t a surprise that you completely nailed the try-outs and was indeed one of the best players the Slytherins had on their team. You flew perfect with the rest of the members of the team and they weren’t stupid to try and get the old Chaser his post back. You were just better and everybody agreed with the Captain as well as professor Snape. 
So, when the next match was approaching, you observed as the news of the new Slytherin Chaser reached the students ears. 
“ Haven’t you heard yet?” said Angelina who just made her way to Harry. 
“ Heard what?” both Fred and George said in unison.
“ The new Chaser on the Slytherin team. It’s (y/n). Your friend and appereantly she can be quite agressive on the field.”
“ What do you excpet from a Slytherin?” said Fred who glanced to you for a second than back to Angelina. 
“ She is good, that’s all I heard and the Slytherins are sure they’ll mop the floor with us.”
“ I’d like to see them try.” said Harry as he glanced at the Syltherin table as well.
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But the match was quite unfortunate for the Gryffindors because Angelina wasn’t wrong. You were agressive on the field and you made sure nobody could knock you of your broom or the Quaffle from your grip. And you flew with the smile on your face. A smile that turned into a beam as soon as you threw it through the hoop. You were fast and elegant on your broom. People could only watch.
“ Harry, you have to wait a bit for the snitch until we get some points running. Even if we do catch the snitch they could win, so wait until we score about 30 points and at least make it a tie, alright?” said Angelina as it she called for a time out. She turned to the twins and put her hand on both of their shoulders. “ George. Fred. Knock her off her broom.”
And the next thing you knew. Bludgers kept flying your way, over and over again. You dodged and tried to avoid them but it was hard holding the Quaffle and avoid the Bludgers. 
You scored and sored but with much more effort as you did before. And when you were sure you’d score again, a Bludger came your way and knocked the broom right underneath you, letting you fall through the air. 
Everything happened so quick that the last thing you knew was the shining light in the hospital wing as you slowly opened your eyes. “ Bloody hell.” you put your hand on your head as you felt a strong virtigo. 
Madam Pomfrey quickly ran to your aid and looked at your eyes. “ You’re finally up. I thought I’d have to take you to St. Mungo.” she said. 
“ Wha-ARGH”you tried to speak but your head kept pruducing pain in your left shadow.
“ No, good. Definetly, no good.” she took your hand and checked your pulse. She grabbed the potion from her office and ran back to you. “ Drink up. I’ll get Professor Snape.” 
You drank the potion so quick it was gone in a second. The pain slowly stopped but you couldn’t help the numbness that it caused through your body. 
As Madam Pomfrey came back, escorted by Professor Snape and Headmaster Dumbledore, you slowly sat back up but felt quite uncomfortable as you did. 
“ How are you, deary?” asked Madam Pomfrey. 
“ Been better.” you spoke, holding on to your left shadow. “ What happened?”
“ The Bludger knocked the broom underneath you and you fell down on the ground before anyone could get to you. “ spoke professor Snape.
“ You hit your head pretty hard.” said Madam Pomfrey.
“ Yeah, I figured-ARGH.” you hissed out as another painful wave washed over you. 
“ I’ll hurt for a while miss. (Y/l/n) but you’ll get be-” you heard Dumbledore’s voice echo in your ears as the pain reached your head again and you passed out.
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niallsfoolsgold · 5 years
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Thin Walls and Fireworks
it’s been months since i last posted any work and i’m really sorry for that, i just haven’t been feeling my writing. this story is probably filled with typos because i haven’t edited it yet, and i have really mixed feeling about the whole thing (mainly the ending). thanks for reading at your own risk!
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There are three things you should know about Emery before you really start reading this: 1. She wakes up at exactly 7:13 am every morning (she has literally timed how long it takes her to get ready and get to uni so that she can get a maximum amount of sleep every night while still having five extra minutes in case a traffic jam happens). 2. She listens to her spotify playlist specifically made for her morning showers everyday and she sings along because it helps her wake herself up faster. 3. The walls in her apartment are extremely thin. She quickly found the third thing out when she consistently heard music—different guitars and pianos mainly—blasting throughout her home at 1 a.m. within the first month she lived there. She tossed and turned on the frigid December night, and prayed to whatever god there was that the music would quiet down. Yeah... her prayers went unanswered.
She was annoyed to say the least. Her boss had called about an hour ago and said that she would have to work the next day after she had asked for one day off after working every day for the past three weeks. So she had pulled her thick grey comforter over her shoulders to hide the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra, pushed her glasses up onto the bridge of her nose, and took a quick glance in the mirror to make sure that she didn’t look too hideous. After that, she trudged her way out her door and down the carpeted hall, hoping that whoever lived next door wasn’t a complete asshole—her old neighbors in her previous apartment were which was one of the contending reasons for her moving elsewhere. She raised her hand to knock on the door, and mentally stopped herself, taking a deep breath and wondering what the fuck she was going to say. She hadn’t mentally prepared enough to meet someone new, especially not if they were rude, but she knocked on the door anyways; softly, but hard enough that it would be heard even through the music. When the door opened up, it was not what she expected, not at fucking all. Standing there was a tall, decently-muscular-well-built, gorgeous, greek god of a looking guy. He looked like the type of person she would allow to stab her twenty times if he asked nicely; hell, she would let him stab her even if he was rude. And if she wasn’t already ashamed of how messy she looked before she had seen this guy—it didn’t help that she remembered her landlord mentioning that he was famous—she really was now. “Can I help you with something?” She’s pretty sure he has the most angelic speaking voice she’s ever heard. He literally seems like he could possibly be a walking angel, coming second in the “perfection” genre only to Jesus Christ himself (she only thinks that because she’s almost certain that Jesus must’ve been decently perfect... being the son of God and all). She feels like she’s almost lost her voice, like she’s all choked up and unable to breathe just at the sight of this guy. Her eyebrows are raised only in the slightest before her lips begin moving and words are created. “Um—yes actually,” she speaks softly, “I really don’t mean to be rude or come off as pushy in any rude way, b—“ She’s cut off before she can even finish, but she doesn’t even care because she’s cut off by a breath of laughter from him before he looks back up at her. “It’s the loud music mixed with the thin walls, yeah? I’m really sorry about that. I’ve been gone since you moved in I guess so I’m not used to having a neighbor,” he spoke. She nods her head lightly at him. “That’s exactly it, actually. I’m sorry for asking,” she begins, “it’s just that I’ve got a early shift in the morning and rest is needed, ya know?” “It’s fine, don’t worry,” he offers another polite smile, and fuck, she nearly melts like a popsicle on the Fourth of July. She mutters “goodnight” to him and he does the same back as she’s turning to speed walk back to her apartment down the hall. Her heart feels like it’s about to beat out of her chest. *** Emery had a long day so far. That’s really all she wanted to say about it; it had just been a really fucking long day. It started out by thinking she overslept, and therefore freaking out about being late for work, only to find out that her boss had forgotten to tell her that her shift had changed to a night shift and she didn’t have to be in until five this evening. That threw her incredibly off track for the days activities. She went from there to get some last minute things from the store that she forgot when she had done her grocery shopping, but she realized in the checkout isle that she had left her wallet at her place and all she had was about $7 in her pocket. She decided to use that money to buy some coffee to wake her up, but then some asshole bumped into her in the shop and spilled her coffee all over her white shirt, and then proceeded to yell at her like it was her fault. And fuck, by the end of all this happening, it was only ten in the morning. So yes, she was absolutely batshit pissed at how fucking terribly her day had been going. She had finally managed to make it back to her apartment and wanted nothing more than a hot shower to relax her, and then maybe take a nap before going to work later on. She slings her jacket onto the dining table and kicked her shoes off by the front door. She really didn’t even bother to get clothing to change into in the bathroom (living alone really had its perks; she could walk around naked if she pleased, just not on the balcony, and not with the curtains opened). Stripping herself from her clothes and making sure the water was the right temperature beforehand, she hopped into the shower with her bad day playlist that’s titled “for your stressed-out-bitchy days”. She hummed along softly, singing the words softly as she got farther into the song. She was really confused when she started hearing singing from the other side of the wall; singing the exact words at the same time she was. Shawn—her devilishly handsome neighbor—was someone that she had only talked to a few times since she had asked him to turn his music down a couple of weeks earlier. He was nice, literally almost always. She had never seen him in a bad mood, and he often talked to her if they happened to get into the elevator at the same time, or if they passed each other in the hallway. He asked simple questions about her, like how old she was, how long she had lived here, stuff like that. In some cases it could have been weird, but he seemed nice enough and simply a friendly person. There was no doubt in her mind that her greek god of a neighbor could actually hear her, but it made her giggle just a bit when he had even joined to sing along (although it wasn’t that surprising since she had recently learned from her landlord that the reason he was famous was for singing). It was dumb that something as stupid as her next door neighbor singing along to her music—who we can’t forget is absolutely gorgeous—made her day seem a little bit better than it was before. She dries the wet drips of water off of her body with the white, fluffy, hotel-like towels that she loves more than her own life. Everything was quiet when the music was off. No more singing through the thin walls with Shawn, just quiet. In all honesty, she was kind of happy for the quiet, even though his voice was still kind of angelic. It had been such a long ass day, she was just ready to lie down before going to work. So after drying her body off and changing into her most comfortable items of clothing—her favorite pair of leggings and a sweatshirt that was much too large for her—she crawled into her bed, turned on her most relaxing music, and drifted off to sleep. *** Words are unable to describe how much she dreaded to go to work later on that evening after she woke up. It was still a bit rushed getting ready for work, but thank fuck that the owner of the bar was chill and her work attire consisted of jeans and a black shirt (of any kind, just no graphics), and having her hair up. After changing and slipping on her favorite coat, she put her hair up, put on one of the best faces of makeup she probably ever had in a short amount of time—honestly though, her eyeliner is on fucking point—and left with her keys and purse in hand. The backdoor to the bar squeaked a little bit when Y/N opened it up, setting her things in her designated shelf that the manager had bought so that the employees things wouldn’t be unorganized and disheveled everywhere. Her name tag was on the same shelf and she pinned it onto her shirt after taking her coat off. “Hey darlin’,” one of the workers, Tess, spoke to her, Tess’ sweet southern accent dripping from her lips. Tess was a twenty-something year old girl that had moved from Georgia in order to try be closer with her dad (her parents had divorced when she was young, and she had always described her mother as “a backstabbing, no good, pussy-ass-bitch, who deserves to choke on her boy toy’s dick”... she really has a way with words, okay?-). Tess had been there for Y/N since they had started working together, the both of them becoming close friends quickly due to not knowing another soul within a hundred miles. They weren’t necessarily sisters, more like each other’s favorite cousins at family reunions; they gossiped about other people, shared problems, and talked about the cutest guys and girls (because honestly fuck people who say you can’t love who you want to) that came in and spilled all the tea about each interaction with said guys. (Tess actually has a girlfriend named Margot, but honestly the two in the relationship knew that Tess was a natural flirt and couldn’t stop herself even if she tried, despite the both of them being very in love with one another.) “Hey love,” she responded, giving a small grin to the girl that she adored. Tess gave a small wink in return, making Emery’s grin grow wider. The bar wasn’t very busy right now, but that was mainly because it was only five o’clock and most people were just now getting off work while Emery was just getting started. It was weird to have a working schedule like that, and it sucked ass when it came to studying during the school year. But once again, her manager, Mark, was pretty chill—besides the times when it was obvious that the place was going to be busy, just like on Friday nights like this one—and allowed her to get off in time or come in late, just so that she could get some of her school work done. The first two hours of her seven hour shift were brought as hell. People shuffled in and out, maybe buying a drink or two, and then leaving immediately after paying. It annoyed her that people did that sometimes. If people were only going to buy one drink, then why not just buy a bottle of whatever they wanted from the store? Then they would be able to have one drink every night for a long time. She was certainly surprised when Shawn walked in the bar, a couple of guys following him in and she assumed they were probably his friends. They were all laughing about something that must have been said outside and cracking more jokes to go along with it. She did her best to ignore all of it—more specifically just all of them in general because she refused to get internally flustered with Shawn like she had when they first met—and went back to combining some of the partly used alcohol bottles with others. It was boring but it would also maybe get her out of socializing with someone that made her really fucking nervous for no reason. She almost did it too, almost got away with pretending to be distracted until— “Hey, neighbor.” She looked up from the two bottle in hand and nearly choked on thin air. There he was, Shawn, looking fine as hell and all he was doing was standing there. “I didn’t know you worked here,” he commented again. She placed she bottles on the bar and leaned against it, fake confidence taking over he features. “If you come here often then I’m not sure how. But then again, I’ve worked here for seven months this and this is the first time I can remember seeing you around,” she replies. Her cold hands were so close to shaking but she did her best to still them. “Hmm,” he hummed, “Well this is the first time I’ve been home for more than a couple days in about seven months, and I didn’t know about this place up until one of my friends,” he paused, turning around and pointing to one of the guys in the group that walked in with him, “told us all about it last month.” She raised her eyes at his comment, slowly nodding her head once, letting him know that he must’ve been correct. He doesn’t say anything else, just looks at her for a minute and now she’s really fucking nervous with her fake confidence fading away into a imaginary black hole. “Oka—Uh, well do you guys want anything to drink, or are you just really wanting some conversation?” she’s freaking the hell out inside. She wonders how she got those eighteen words out of her mouth. He nods, looking back at his group and does a quick count of how many people were in it before turning back. “Just 6 beers is all.” When she takes the tray of beers to the table he and his friends are sitting at, she can her them laughing again, and the doubt makes her wonder if they’re laughing at her or at something else, but she hopes it’s the latter. She gives a quick smile as she places the dark glass bottles in the table before turning around and going back to behind the bar. *** The night didn’t seem to last long enough. Contrary to what she had assumed, the shift she worked tonight wasn’t that bad. It was filled, but not overcrowded—despite it being New Year’s eve, but then again, most people were at clubs instead of actual bars—which made her job eighty-five percent easier than usual. Plus, most of the people didn’t care how long they waited; they were just waiting for the year of suffering to be over with. Shawn and his friends ended up moving to the actual bar counter and made conversation with her while she made drinks. They had all been curious to know what it was like living next to Shawn, to which she responded with “fine, besides him blasting music late at night when I have to work the next morning.” He had playfully rolled his eyes at that, to which she winked at him when no one else was paying attention (and fuck when that happened she was so confused because where the hell did that little bit of confidence come from?). That’s what the entire night consisted of; laughter, questions, and subtle flirting between Shawn and Emery. A pang if disappointment came inside her when they announced they were leaving after only about an hour and half of staying, but it felt a little better when they had promised to come back, and even better when Shawn winked at her on his way out the front door. She did her best to clean up as fast as fucking possible in order to get back to her apartment, promising Tess that she would do everything in her power to stay awake long enough tonight to call her and tell her why and how she knew the “super hot famous dude that looks like he could be a fuck boy but is most hopefully not” (a.k.a. Shawn). She knew she drove fast on the way back; and it wasn’t to see Shawn even though she almost hoped that he would blast his music loudly again so that she could go over and just see his face again, but he didn’t. He was pretty quiet, actually, and she almost thought there was a possibility that he wasn’t even home until she heard faint humming from the other side of the wall. She smiled, rolling her eyes at the fact that he seemed to love music so much that he couldn’t go without listening to some for of it (even if it was himself) for more than an hour. But the humming didn’t seem to stop, and then music was turned on, and then the music was turned up just enough to keep her awake. Her feet patted across the tiled floor and into her her slides, the top half of her body engulfed in a hoodie that was much too large for her, her hair falling loosely and messily, and her face clean and free of makeup. She knocked on his own door, and it swung open almost instantly. He was still dressed in the same clothing from earlier, looked almost the exact same, but his eyes were a little bit more soft and sleepy (basically just fucking adorable, but what’s new?). All he had to do to know what she needed was look at the slightly raised eyebrow; it was the same look she wore just a couple of nights ago. Emery opens her mouth but Shawn beats her to it, “Turn the music down?” There’s a small smirk on his face. She slowly blinks with a nod. “You got it,” he says. She turns around to walk back to her place with her hands in the pockets of her black Adidas sweatpants when he catches her attention again with his voice. “Hey, um,” he pauses and she turns to face him again, “fuck, this may sound really weird and kinda creepy ‘cause we’ve only talked like, I don’t know maybe five time, but do you wanna come in?” She raises her eyebrows at him with the tiniest grin at how nervous he seems to be with his rambling. If this is how she is, then she really understands why he seems to be smiling at her so much, but she doubts she’s actually this cute while doing it. “It’s just that it’s New Year’s Eve, and I have no idea if you’re alone, maybe you’ve already got people or a person at your place, but I know that it sucks to be alone because you see everyone together and shit... but if you are alone, you’re welcome to come over. Only if you want to, obviously,” he rambling again and she doesn’t even bother to hide the little grin that’s growing on her face. “Yeah,” he looks at her with his eyebrows raised just a little bit. “I’d love to come over. Let me grab my phone and I’ll be right back?” He nods and she practically speed walks back to her place, grabbing her phone from her room and going back out the door, but not before looking in her little mirror to make sure she looked at least somewhat decent. Fuck, she was freaking out. *** Emery decided that Shawn is possible her favorite person now (and for sure her favorite celebrity, even though she knows he’s so much more than that). It was a little half past eleven, and both Emery and Shawn were half drunk/a little tipsy on an unknown type of champagne that Emery insisted was amazing—and obviously Shawn trusts her word on alcohol because she’s a fucking bartender. It’d be weird if she didn’t know—and Shawn just happened to have a bottle of it. They were giggling at the stupidest things, sitting next to but facing each other on Shawn’s sectional, and waiting for the ball drop in New York. “Wait, wait, wait. You’re telling me that your brother was choking on a lego, and you didn’t do anything about it?” “I was five, Shawn! I didn’t know what to fucking do!” Emery exclaims back. “Plus, he was fifteen years old, he knew better than that anyways.” He shakes his head at her jokingly and she looks up at him. “What about you?” she takes a sip of the sparkling drink from her glass. “Do you have any siblings?” She can see his eyes light up slightly when she asks him this. “Yeah, a little sister. Her name’s Aaliyah, she’s five years younger than me, and she’s fifty times more awesome than myself,” he chuckles. Emery smiles at how much he seems to care about her, even if he’s hardly talked about her. She’s about to open her mouth to say something when cheering from the tv that was mounted up on the wall erupted, taking the attention of both of them. It was the countdown. She started mouthing the numbers along with all the people in New York, shifting in her seat to get a better look while Shawn does the same, the ball slowly dropping until— “3... 2... 1...” and suddenly everyone went crazy. A smile take over her face and she looks over to Shawn, and it almost seems like he might have been looking at her already, but it’s hard to tell because it’s dark and she’s still a little drunk. She does know one thing though, he’s smiling back at her, and he’s a little drunk too. “Happy New Year,” she smiles, her voice is quiet and soft and sweet. And once again, even though she a little intoxicated off of champagne of all things, she thinks she might melt when he smiles drunkenly right back at her. “Happy New Year.” She wants to kiss him just a little bit. She’s not really sure if that’s because she drunk, because he pretty, or maybe because she’s had a little crush on him for a while, even though she doesn’t know everything about like some girls do. But she knows that she wants to know him like that. She wants to know his favorite color, and how much cream and sugar he puts in his coffee (or if he does at all). She want to know why he plays music so fucking loud, and if he likes sunrises or sunsets more. Fuck she just want to know it all, because this crush she’s got is so fucking big, and she want to have it even after she knows these things. But she doesn’t kiss him, because she remembers that she was supposed to call Tess when she got home, and that was about an hour and a half ago. So she pushes her self up from the couch, and she stumbles just a bit but catches herself. “I should probably go,” she says. “I was supposed to call Tess, so she could be freakin out.” Shawn just nods, and she wants to say he looks disappointed, but like it was said earlier, she’s a little drunk and it’s really dark. He stands up too, walking her to the door and even going as far as “walking her home” even though her apartment was only about fifteen to twenty feet down the hall. They stood outside of her door, his hands in his pockets while she fiddled around with her keys (her door had an automatic lock on it; safety first obviously). She finally managed to get the door unlocked, opening it slightly, then turning slightly to wish him goodnight, and that’s when they both realize how close they actually are to each other. Her breath gets caught in her lungs just a little, and she can see that his breathing has increased. They’re both nervous, at least nervous enough, and seems like years pass with how close they’re standing to each other while the both stare at each other, eyes only flicking to each other’s lips when the other isn’t paying attention. He’s the one that leans down, and she knows that she can’t be imagining it, because when his lips meet hers it’s like the New Years fireworks have started all over again, and she’s freaking out. It’s soft, and slow, and she feels like she’s dying inside, but only in the best way possible. But then he pulls away, and she’s a little disappointed, but at the same time she can’t be. She offers another small smile, and he gives one back, and their both muttering “goodnight” to each other at the same time while blushing profusely. Next thing she knows, she’s shutting her door door with a heavy sigh, but a huge smile on her face. And all of this is because Emery has a huge fucking crush on her greek god of a neighbor that blasts music through the thin walls.
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One Million In One Day | 6
GOT7 SugarDaddy!Jackson Wang x Reader + Park Jinyoung x Reader | Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 ? Characters: Jackson Wang (+ other Got7 members in future) Summary: His mother’s final wish is to see him be happy in a relationship, knowing that Jackson would be fine when she left him. But, damn, he didn’t have time for relationships, especially not since he was busy running his father’s billion dollar empire, thus the compromise: you.
Word Count: 3k+
Warnings: class discrimination, slight degradation, TYPOS, ex boyfriends, etc.
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Jackson and I were driving back home. The bright bickering we had on our first ride was gone, and I was genuinely concerned for him. There were two reasons why exactly, 1) he could be upset because one of the snobbby businessmen told him off. Honestly, everyone at the party looked pretty scary, even Bambam, though he was quite nice to me. Or 2) he was upset because I helped the crying child, which I knew may have been too out of charcter for these high-noses, but come on! She looked like she couldn't even run yet, what did he expect me to do.
I huffed, honestly, if he was upset over the latter, that was saying a lot.
"Jackson... are you okay?"
As if I pulled him out of a spell, he turned to me and hummed, off guard.
I pursed my lips and repeated my question.
He kept his eyes on the road when he replied, "Ah, yeah. Just thinking. Parties usually tire me out, esspecially if political moves are played."
I looked at him and decided to believe it. I mean, it didn't seem like a lie. I'm sure it was tiring. I didn't know him well enough to argue otherwise anyway.
"So here's what's gonna happen," Jackson inhaled sharply, "The card I gave you?"
I nodded and pulled it out from the purse Hani lent me.
Jackson nodded as well, "It's wired to an anonymous account, or a burner account if you will. I bought a small bank just for this and how much I put in will only be valid for an exact and entire 24 hours. Got that? What time do you want the clock to start?"
I gulped, "Ni- uh, n-- 10 o'clock. Am."
The man nodded, "10. On the dot."
I nodded back, slowly.
"Okay then."
After, Jackson made a quick call during a red light, and the next thing I knew I was in front of my house. I turned to him and offered a soft smile when he turned back to me.
"Uhm... so I guess I'll just wash this and give it back next--" "What?" Jackson blurted, cutting me off. He began to chuckle and narrow his eyes in amusement, "Ah, jagiya, you don't have to give back anything. Those are yours now."
My eyes widened, "Ya... this... this wasn't part of the deal..."
Jackson laughed softly, "No worries. Remember, I'm your filthy rich sugar daddy. This is really nothing."
"Oh my gosh, Jackson," I sighed, pulling an uncomfortable face, feeling my cheeks burn. At this point, Jackson bloomed into brightness, seemingly reverting to his usual self.
"Really, it's fine."
"But," I sighed, "I have no where to wear this."
He threw his head back in laughter, "Baby, you can wear this anywhere. It really suits you."
I shook my head in defeat, opting to just bid him a goodbye because I knew it'd be pointless to argue otherwise. I got out of the car and waved as he drove off. I huffed and went inside.
Gosh I hope Nari isn't here.
Lo and behold, my apartment was empty. I hummed in appreciation. Hopefully, by the time someone starts catching on, Jackson and I will no longer be in the middle of this.
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"MARK! Mark, thank goodness. I- I- I think I'm having a panic attack. Can-- c-can you come over right now. I'm... in my apartment."
Exactly 12 minutes passed when a red hoody, jeans, and worn out sneakers clad Mark Tuan came banging on my door. I shuffled in my old pajamas and ripped off the faded blanket off me. I ran to the door and immediately sealed Mark into a tight embrace when I saw him. 
"Oh my gosh, what the hell happened? Do you want me to call an ambulance? Your parents? Jinyoung?" "NO!" I shrieked, pulling away from him, heaving.
Mark raised his hands in concern and shook his head in disagreement. "Okay. Okay."
I wiped my face and sat on the floor, "I need-- I need to tell you something."
Mark crouched down before me.
"Okay-" breathing, "I need to be-" breathing, "completely honest with you first," breathing.
Mark nodded and placed his hands on my shoulders, sitting in front of me.
"I tried to call Nari first, but I think she's too busy trying to flirt with Mr. Choi or something to pick up, and then I thought of calling Jinyoung," I inhale sharply, "but I just can't. I can't call him. I can't tell him this." I start hyperventilating again.
Mark snickered, "And so you called me. I get it. I'm not your first choice. No need to rub it in."
"Mark! That's not what i'm trying to getting at."
He nodded and laughed, "I know, loser. Just get to the point."
I exhaled and nodded, "I have a sugar daddy."
Mark looked at me and blinked. For a moment he debated internally, then spoke up. "Sorry, what?"
"I have a sugar daddy!" I exclaim and begin to explain from the very beginning.
"Is this legal?"
"... yeah."
"Homaygahd." he blurts and suddenly starts to panic.
"Mark, you're supposed to hElP mE!1"
"Hol'up!" He raises both his hands in the air, "you're telling me your problem is you don't know what to spend with a million bucks?!" He chuckles in disbelief, "Literally anYTHING BABY GIRL!"
"Don't call me baby girl!"
Mark laughs his high pitched on. "Okay, my first thought was to buy a video game but then my conscience said pay off my student loans first-- or I mean at least yours."
I huffed and nodded, "Yes I know-- my student loans AND your student loans."
He smiles widely.
"But there's still a lot of money Mark."
"... what about like, Nari's and Jinyoung's."
"Nari doesn't have student loans... and, if we pay for Jinyoung's, I'd have to tell him, and we established how you got here in the first place."
"Uhhhh, I'm pretty sure he wouldn't judge you for getting a million bucks just for going out with some rich guy."
I rolled my eyes, "That's not the point. I--I'm not ready to tell him. Maybe... I dunno, like, the second date."
Mark gasps, "Are you for real! Will he really pay you another one six zeroes?!?"
I groan, "I know I shouldn't rely on this, but I assume that there will be more dates in the future, so I'm kinda just trying to make a strategy on how to get rid of all this money first."
Mark nodded and we pondered for a moment. 
"Ugh! Mark, we literally have a count down. It starts at 10, on the dot."
"It's 9:45! Chill, we have time to think!"
"Not that much time!"
"I know, I know!"
We both laid on the floor in frustration and ponder. "I got it, how about we buy a million lotto tickets so that when we win, you won't have to panic about it!"
I punched his shoulder, he whined, "Literally, I already one the lottery, dumb-ass! 10 times over since I probably will reach ten dates with this dude."
"Damn. I wanna sugar daddy too."
"Mark!"
"What?! I want things!"
I quickly sat up, "Then let's just-- buy these things... let's just splurge."
I stood up and ran to my laptop, sitting on the chair in front of my desk, groaning when it loaded slowly. "Okay, first order of business, I'm buying a new damn laptop."
"I want one too!"
I huffed, "Fine."
Mark giggle like a child form behind me. "This is so cool! We can literally buy everything we want!"
"Yeah, but first, let's do the math." I opened a bunch of applications and screeched at the slow internet. "Okay, #2, a better internet plan." Mark chuckled. I pointed, "Post paid."
"Let's do the math." I started listing down all the things we needed to pay first. We reached a fairly high about with out debts and laptops and internet plan to begin with, but it was still a joke against how many zeros we have left.
Assuming we didn't find an open bank today, because it was Sunday, we came to an agreement to stop at a certain amount, so we can pay tomorrow. I mean the 24 hours end at 10 am tomorrow.
"Okay. So," I turned to Mark and raised my hands, "we can buy whatever we want now!"
Mark and I cheered and hugged each other. "LAPTOP!" Mark screamed.
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"Remind me again why we need to check?"
"Because! I don't want to buy a laptop and be invested in it only to be told my black card doesn't work."
"Didn't you say you trusted Jackson?"
"DUdE!" I whisper-yelled at Mark, "don't just say his name casually like that. Call him, uhm, sugar."
Mark held back a chuckle, "Right, for sugar daddy?"
I shushed him and pinched his side as we walked into the convenience store. He whined, and I defended myself, "It could be a dog name."
He rubbed the part of him I pinched, "Right. Kinky."
I shot him a look. Mark gulped. 
"Do you want a laptop or not?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Then shut up while I buy some candy."
Mark shrugged and I went up to the counter to purchase a chocolate bar. The cashier told me the price and turned to me. I nodded and handed her my card. She turned to it and shrugged, swiping it in.
A few moments later, she turned to me and handed me my receipt.
I smiled widely and turned to Mark, just to see him grinning with a literal handful of junk food. I rolled my eyes, "put it back, Mark."
"But--"
"We can eat at a buffet or something."
"Uh ma'am." the clerk called as I moved to walk away. I held my breath and turned to her. "Sign this please." 
I let out a breath. "Yeah, yeah, sure."
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"AW FUCK!" Mark whined, stopping in his tracks, fidgeting in his place.
I licked some of the strawberry ice cream off my lips and whipped my head to Mark. "What?! What?"
Mark turned to the newly bought, shiny, black, fur collared leather jacket on him that was atop his satin button up. He pulled out a tissue from his well fitted slacks and stomped his new high tops.
"I got ice cream on my Gucci."
I looked at him as he wiped off the sugary liquid off his brand new clothes.
Once he turned to me, we blinked at each other and started laughing.
"Oh wow, I can't believe that came out of your mouth."
Mark sucked in a breath, "I know, yikes."
Suddenly, someone called my name. I turned around and saw the past person i wanted to see right now. 
I wanted to scoff, but I decided not to. "Jaebum."
He walked up to me and I crossed my arms.
Jaebum, I think, didn't even notice Mark behind me, as he was too busy swallowing my appearance. I mean, maybe it was too much that I was wearing an dark blue, ankle length, spaghetti strap dress with silver kitten heels, but... Mark said it was fine... and, and it didn't matter. I thought I looked fine.
"Wow, you look... you look good," Jaebum noted.
I nearly scoffed and turned to Mark firm over my shoulder, motioning that he give me a second.
"About last time-" "Let me stop you there." 
I crossed my arms. "I get it. Finally, after all his time," I handed him my empty ice cream cone, "you finally realized what you missed." I placed my hands on his cheeks and proceeded to fix his hair, "but I'm over you JB."
I breathed in heavily and  flashed him a wide smile. "Move on."
With that I turned over my shoulder and gave Jaebum one last look before walking passed him.
Mark followed after, snickering, "Yoooooo, that was badass."
"Better believe it, babe."
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Delivery Part 1 (Junktown Story)
Look! I got back into the writing mood! A rare thing! This is inspired and suggested by @kelly-clickspring​ in that good old Junktown setting. This is actually going to be a two-parter story for a lot of reasons. Mostly that I like to write things in more bite-sized chunks and want to control the focus a bit. So with all that said, I really hope you guys like it! Also sorry for any typos or mistakes. I did this all in one go and was too excited to edit. Rest of the story is under the break! ——— There were…. a lot more people than Wellwire remembered at the trading post. Even earlier in the morning, the place seemed bustling with life of all sorts. Humans and junk giants made their shadows dance along the dirt and their words of barter and trade sang in the wind. She could even see a couple of automatons in the mingle, some carrying what their traveling companion had to offer in exchange of that bag of grade A flour. Shoebot easily blended into this ground as she slithered along the ground, her pilot monitoring everything from the internal cockpit. They were here on business just like everyone else, a drop-off to the local tavern. 
The draconic robot swiveled and watched the crowds go by, sensors firing on all cylinders as designed. There was just so many people around, so many things.  Her sails rose and fell, ‘eyes’ bouncing in her head as she navigated the streets. “Ok, tavern. We have to get to the tavern.” Wellwire vocalized. It was the biggest building in the area, so locating it wasn’t a problem for the duo. Shoebot gave a whirl as she spotted the front door, gliding along and stopping right outside. The entrance was a large one, dwarfing the robot as she looked up the door. “Actually, probably better if we use the backdoor. More cover that way.” Shoebot whirled back some artificial chirping at the suggested order, pulling away and slinking around the corners of the massive building. Shadows coated the back of the bar in shade. The noises outside had quickly dulled in intensity over here, far enough from the excitement to revert into the background. Again Shoebot targeted the door, rearing herself upon it and pawing at the wood to be let inside. “Here with your orders,” Wellwire spoke through her radio, voice making the speaker on her vessel’s neck come alive with a transmission. “Anyone home?” At first, silence. Silence for honestly more than a minute. Strange. They should be open by now, right? Shoebot kept knocking at the door, even scratching a little trying to clamber up some noise. She pulled back after nothing, huffing some hot air out of her vented snout in frustration. Wellwire also gave a sigh of her own inside. Looks like they’d have to wait for a while. The dragon stood at the door, starting up it before her ears suddenly lifted at a growing noise. Footsteps? “Looks like I’ve been beaten to my own establishment.” A hearty laugh erupted from behind, more than enough to make Wellwire jump and Shoebot twirl around to face the owner of the pub. An absolute mountain of a Junk Giant stood in their way now. With a strong build and a yet a friendly face covered with a blonde beard, this fellow was quickly recognized as Roger and indeed the bartender/owner of this tavern. He smiled down at the little robot as she continued to stare at him, locked on before starting to ‘talk’ again. “Dammit Roger that scared me.” Wellwire brushed herself off out of sight. Shoebot added her own mix of complaining into the stir, which only made the big guy chuckle a bit more at the display. 
“Sorry for the spook then sugar.” He teased as he walked past, Shoebot following at his heels as he went for the door. “Though it’s always a sights eeing people coming around before the door are even open.” As soon as the door open Shoebot rushed inside, skittering to the closest barrel as she started to climb up it towards higher ground. Green copper claws and that long slender segments hull made quick scaling work, keeping up with Roger as he made his way to the main counter of his area. As busy as it was outside, it was dead quiet inside. The stools and tables were still and untouched from the closing hours. It was uncanny for such a place, but comforting for business purposes. Shoebot slid her way across the counter, making more noises towards the giant to keep up. “Okay,” Wellwire piped up. “What did you order again and where do you want it placed? In the back? Around here on the counter?” Roger now sat cross-armed at his station, watching the dragon aspect of this hidden pair stare him down. “You know you can lighten up around here.” The big guy’s hand reached for the dragon’s back, patting at the metal and causing Shoebot to twirl around and try to twist playfully around his arm. “You know you can get out of that little automaton of yours while around here.” “Annnd you know that I’m not doing that until I have to unpack this stuff.” Yes, Roger was aware of Wellwire’ s little trick with getting around being seen, but that was a tale for another time. Shoebot growled a teeny bit too, protective about letting her creator go. Roger just rolled his eyes, using a finger to rub the end of the bot’s nose and making her cross her eyes. “I know I know. You can put leave the shot glasses here and the rest I’m sure Clover can come out here herself to get her share. Speaking of while…” Clover, the resident borrower of the scene, shook her head as her name was addressed. She has been watching the entire scene from the rafters as soon as she heard scratching on the backdoor. Why did Roger have to be so forward sometimes?! She really didn’t want to go down there, it wasn’t really that necessary. Before she could disappear back into her hiding ways, she felt those large green eyes lock onto her form. “Dammit Roger.” She scolded, even though she knew her voice didn’t carry to him. But it was enough to lock a certain robot’s attention. Shoebot sounded off towards them, an attempt to say hello that wasn’t returned. Clover cowered at those lavender eyes staring right through her, ducking behind a beam. Right, that thing could pick up her little sounds. Great. “Hey,” She could hear the borrower inside call up to her. “How about I drop Roger’s things off, then I’ll come out and meet you in the backroom?” There was no response from Clover, the redhead just sighing to herself as she started to move back. Back into the safety of the walls where few could follow. Wellwire sighed to herself, pressing a button or two to get signal Shoebot to get ready. The serpent slithered off of Roger’s arm and settling on the counter, still keeping an eye on the giant as she lowered her head to the ground. “Don’t try anything,” Wellwire warned the bartender as she made her way out. A latch was lifted as soon the top of Shoebot’s head opened with a pop, exposing the little borrower behind the controls crawling out. Roger felt a bit of a smile etching into his features as he watched the little one slide out onto the counter, noticing how she kept her eyes trained at her foot for a moment. “Oh come now. Ya know I don’t bite.” He teased, chuckling some as Wellwire only rolled her eyes. She still had to talk into her radio while she was out in the open, her voice still projecting from Shoe’s neck speaker. “Save the teasing for your clients ok?” The gal rubbed Shoe’s side as she traveled down, the robot staying still as the hatch to her main hull was finally slid open. “Shot glasses right?” Roger nodded as he just watched, knowing that if he couldn’t really do much as Shoebot stared him down like he was on fire. “Yep, can never have too many of these when rush hour rolls around. Got a fresh batch of bourbon yesterday and I know how people of ready to wet their gullets with a fresh batch of anything around here.” Wellwire listened to him talk as she stepped inside the hull, rolling out the glasses that were wrapped around with fabric to keep it somewhat safe. To everyone’s relief, nothing had scratched or broken from the trip here as the sheet was removed, clean shiny glass glinting in the light. Roger’s smile grew a bit more at the sight of them, slowly reaching out to ever so delicately collect one with his fingertips. It was so small in comparison. It was practically minuscule between the digits, just the slightest bit more pressure and it could shatter into dust. “Would you look at that.” He commented to himself, just admiring the scale for a moment. “Huh? Did something happen to it?” Roger glanced down at the borrower’s question, a quick little scheme popping into his head. He brought his hand back down to the counter, leaning the teeny cup towards them. “I can’t tell. Think you can give me a second opinion?” Wait, was something actually wrong with it? Wellwire lifted a brow as the shot was brought close. She leaned in close to investigate the shot that was about her size if not a little smaller. It looked fine to her. No cracks of scuffs, perfectly fine. Before she could open her mouth to report this, however, Roger made his move, scooping the too close borrower up into the glass. Instantly the little gal yelped as the movement, finding herself upside down inside the shot lifted upwards. As the colors outside mixed and she worked on getting herself right, the next clear thing she’d see would be a giant green eye filling her vision on the other side. Roger could be felt laughing again, rocking the glass Wellwire was now stuck in a bit as he held it. “Not funny!” She finally shouted, Shoebot now had prompted herself up, hissing with sails and wings flaring towards the teasing man. “Don’t worry don’t worry I’m just having a little fun is all.” He reassured the anger robotic reptile, carefully setting the little glass back down on the counter. “Sorry, couldn’t resist the opportunity.” He was still chuckling at Wellwire’s reaction, it was just priceless. The borrower poured herself out onto the floor, Shoe instantly slithering closer and looming over to make sure she was all there in one piece. She was shaken, but not stirred. She’d be okay. “It’s alright it’s alright.” She reassured, grabbing her hat from the bottom of the glass. “Just… don’t do it again.” “No promises kiddo.” He joked, giving that jolly smirk again before looking to the other glasses. “Alright, I’ll put these up while you finish up the rest of your order. She’s probably waiting for you two back there already.” Oh, right. Wellwire still had to meet Clover to take care of her half of the order. She nodded at that, closing the side hatch before slipping back into Shoe’s cockpit. “Will do, a pleasure doing business with you as always.” Roger reached back towards the robot, earning a tiny growl at first as his fingers closed her head hatch back up with a click. To ease the still salt serpent those fingers then went to scratch underneath her chin, the kind gesture helping her calm down a bit after his little prank. “Don’t be strangers now ya hear? See you both soon enough.” Shoebot nodded with a chirp while Wellwire reacted in a similar but hidden way, soon the duo dropping back to the floor to tackle the second half of this mission. Borrower to borrower.
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