#21 credits will do that to ya

[saintmurd0ck]

kiss and don't tell

masterlist

pairing: elektra natchios x f!reader + matt murdock and frank castle

summary: when frank and matt tap elektra's phone to figure out what she's up to, the last person they'd expect her to call is you

warnings: phone sex, matt and frank arguing like husbands, f!masturbation, elektra making everyone in her vicinity whimper, m!masturbation, exhibitionism

a/n: credits to my lovely @chvoswxtch for inspiration with elektra's phone background and @mikeymurdock for confirming darling matthew's birthday! this is my first time writing for elektra so be kind pls & HAPPY FUCKIN PRIDE !!!

“Thought you said she was always on that thing,” Frank grumbles, tapping on a flat-screen monitor displaying the layout of a phone lockscreen. He stares intently at the red supernova background, scrunitising on the halo of stars ringed around the edges of the phone. 

“She is,” Matt murmurs, furrowing his brows until they almost disappear beneath his glasses.

Frank sighs, leaning back in his chair, interlacing his hands behind his head. “It’s been four hours, Red. Why don’t ‘ya get some shut-eye, and I’ll stay up.” It wasn’t a question.

“Can’t be,” Matt breathes, mussing his hair. “It’s happening”–he pauses, fingers flitting over his watch–”tonight.” 

Disconcertion settles over Frank’s face as he wonders if this really is the way he’s spending his Friday night. His mouth quirks to the side. “First I’m gonna ask you how you know that, and second I wanna know exactly what we’re doing.”

“I know her, Frank. I just… know.”

“The fuck kinda answer’s that?” Frank glares, incredulous. “What, so you can listen to people breathing five blocks away, anticipate a bullet’s exact trajectory and now you can predict the future?”

Matt loosens his tie, looking more offended at the implication of being a fortune teller than at any other of Frank’s digs tonight. ”Of course not! S’just that… all of a sudden, she’s back in my life again. I wanna know what she’s doing, why she’s here, and what she has planned. You don’t know her like I do, Frank. Elektra isn’t good news.”

Frank yawns. “So? Ask her.”

“It’s not that simple.”

“Hmm.” 

A muscle feathers in Matt’s jaw, the tension more palpable than ever, especially with the time ticking idly by. He adjusts the earbuds connected to the laptop in front of him, straining for a single sound, or any hint of activity, but he picks up on nothing. 

They’ve got all her communications tapped, thanks to Micro and his–as Foggy so aptly put it–technological wizardry, but this inactivity is well beyond her arrhythmic patterns. Matt glides his fingertips over her activity logs; every record of data painstakingly collated by Micro throughout the last two weeks. If there’s one thing about Elektra, it’s that Matt could count on her being out on a Friday night. 

Matt’s aware of Frank’s narrowing eyes, in similar concentration on the monitor ahead. “You think she’s really gonna leave us hangin’?”

“No, no, it’s just– she’s smart, okay? She’s smart, but I don’t think she knows. She’d make it obvious otherwise.”

“I dunno Red,” Frank shrugs, “Baitin’ your ex like this? That’s ballsy. Even for you.”

Matt’s head whips to the side at the mention of that word, ears pricking at the sudden dilation of Frank’s pupils, and the acceleration of his heartbeat. He’s readying himself for a fight. “I’m not giving you the satisfaction of a response, Frank.”

Frank tsks. “Ah, but ‘ya just did.”

Click.

It’s the unmistakable noise of Elektra’s phone being unlocked.

2-1-1-0-8-7

Matt straightens up in his chair, pushing his earbuds further in. “Frank!” he hisses. “Screen!” 

“Ain’t that your birthday? October 21?” Frank smirks.

Reddening, Matt pushes the grating thought aside. He’d discuss her passcode later, when time wasn’t of the essence. “Keep an eye on that screen–”

“She’s calling someone,” Frank interjects. He squints at the display. “Who’s… ‘Darling’?”

“Darling?” Matt stumbles over his words as the dial tone rings a little too loudly in his ears. “I-I don’t know.” 

There’s a hint of amusement in Frank’s voice. “She ever call you that?” 

But Matt’s response comes out quick. Too quick. “No!”

Frank’s mouth curves into a smile. “S’what I thought.”

Matt goes to retort, but the purpose of this mission embeds itself in his mind. “We have full access to her calls, her internet history, all her devices…If she’s planning anything, it’s gonna be tonight.”

“Can’t believe I’m sayin’ this, but I trust ‘ya,” Frank nods. “We got her.”

“Alright. I’m taking these out.” Unceremoniously, Matt yanks the earbuds out of his ears, wincing as the dial tone plays over the loudspeakers wired to the entire setup. 

Frank cocks his ear towards the speaker in the corner, glancing at the call logs laid out on his lap. He counts softly to himself. “I’m seein’ this Darling a lot. At least twice a day.”

Before they can deliberate further, Elektra’s ambient voice fills the tiny space. “Hello, Darling.” She pauses, hinting a smile. “Ready for me?”

Frank arches an eyebrow. “The fuck?”

“What took you so long?”

Matt stands up so abruptly that his chair falls to the ground, dizzy with the clang of metal on concrete. “That’s–”

Out of all the people they’d unassumingly characterised as the mysterious Darling, they would never, not in a million years, expect to hear you. 

“Did you look at the package I had delivered to you?” Elektra purrs, honeyed in a way that prickles the hairs on the back of Matt’s neck. “I would’ve sent it myself, but duty calls.”

“Shit, Red,” Frank chuckles. “You’re in deep shit.”

“It’s beautiful,” you say, “and it fits perfectly. You know me so well, Ellie.”

“Ellie?!” Matt mouths. “What?”

“I knew it’d fit, Darling. Now be a good girl and spread those legs for me.”

In complete disregard of Matt choking on his own spit, Frank’s eyes fly open. “This part of your mission?”

“N-no. Definitely not. But–” Matt hesitates, swallowing dryly. “We need to keep listening. For all we know, our friend here could be a contact.”

“Fuckin’ perv.”

Feeling his temper rise, Matt takes a deep breath, willing his urge to fight dissipate. “S’there a way to turn the volume down?”

“Beats me,” Frank replies, nonchalant. “But small world, huh? Our friend–”Frank emphasises–“and your ex. A girl you’re into and a girl you used to be into.”

“I’m not into her.”

Frank snorts. “Yeah, you are.”

“Hmm,” Matt says, nodding, “so explain why your heart beats faster around her.”

There’s more than a hint of annoyance in Frank’s reply. “What?”

“I know you heard me correctly, Castle. You can’t hide shit from me.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Frank growls, kicking his chair away, sending the call logs scattering to the floor. 

“I’m so wet for you,” you gasp, unknowingly diffusing yet another fight, your breathy moans barely audible over the speakers. 

Frank stiffens, his fists unfurling from his sides. “Wait, wait, wait. Did I just–”

The tips of Matt’s ears go pink. 

“Mm,” Elektra muses. “I can still taste you, you know.”

“And how do I taste, Ellie?”

Elektra laughs, the sound crystalline. “Delicious.”

All of a sudden, it feels as if the labyrinthine, constricting nature of Micro’s lab seals off from the outside world, trapping both men and their paramours inside. 

“Please,” you whimper, every stuttered breath punctuating the words that come to mind. 

“Use your words, Darling. Please what?”

“Tell me how to touch myself.”

Frank shifts uncomfortably in his chair, wringing his hands as his eyes search for a distraction. “Feels like we’ve crossed a line, Red.”

“Since when have you ever cared about crossing lines?” Matt asks, scowling. “It’s pertinent. To…the mission.”

“Cut the shit. We’re not in Catholic school. You can just admit you’re horny.”

“Jesus, Frank! I’m not…”

“Of course,” Elektra hums, but the inflection in her voice indicates the kind of coyness that tells Matt she’s in complete control, physically present or not. 

Strained nostalgia sends him into overdrive, even more so as he contemplates just how she knows you. 

You, of all people, he knows, would be better off without someone like Elektra. 

Yet here you are. 

“Use one finger, Darling,” she continues, “and touch your clit for me. Up and down, just the way you like it.”

“Fuck,” you murmur, squirming as Elektra conducts your pleasure. “I want more.”

“Greedy, aren’t you? You’re lucky I feel generous tonight. Do you think you could handle two fingers?”

Matt exhales softly, licking his lips as he falters back to his seat. “Maybe you’re right.

“Yes,” you whisper. “Anything you ask for, Ellie. I can handle it.”

“Good girl. Let me hear how wet you are.”

Tipping his chin towards the ceiling, Matt reaches forward, fumbling for the cable connecting the speakers to their set up. “We’ll try again tomorr–”

“No,” Frank murmurs, holding his hand out reflexively.  He hesitates swatting Matt’s hand away from the wire, but he still follows through, however unconvincing the gesture seems to be. It’s true; his stance was different just moments ago, but he thinks about it carefully now. Maybe Matt’s right, and the outcome of the call will be more useful than not, but maybe, buried deep down amongst the feelings he harbours for you…

“Why?”

Saying nothing further, Frank turns his attention back to you, still conflicted about whether or not he should listen in.

Positioning the phone between your legs, you lean down to rub your clit, alternating between featherlight strokes and deep-pressure circles. As you begin to splinter with the thought of your impending orgasm, you dip two fingers into your pussy, hoping the mic picks up on the slickness pooling between your legs. 

Slowly, you stretch yourself out, picturing her there, watching you. Savouring you. “God, Ellie, it feels so–”

“Mm,” Elektra moans, pausing to praise you as she ruffles around her nightstand. “Can you guess what I’m doing?”

You slide a pillow under your hips, groaning as you rock against your fingers. “I’m picturing you and your legs spread, your red silk robe draped over the side of the bed, and you’re– fuck! Fuck, Ellie–”

“Cum for me, pretty girl.”

Crying out, you arch your back into your own touch, riding your hand until your body recovers just enough to go again. “I know you’re… you’re grabbing your favourite dildo, so you can fuck yourself while you fuck me.”

“Hm, has anyone told you how clever you are?” 

“You’re picturing it, aren’t you?” Matt asks, his face indiscernible. “The two of ‘em, together.”

Frank nods, pressing his lips together. “Yeah.”

“I guess we finally agree about something,” Matt says, chuckling.

“Yeah? And what’s that, exactly?”

“Do I really need to spell it out for you, Castle?”

Elektra huffs into the receiver, a faint buzzing emitting from her end of the call. “Put the phone down, Darling.”

“But–”

She continues, humoured and unfazed. “I can still hear you, don’t worry. I want you to use one finger on your clit, and hm… Three fingers in your pussy.” She poses her next words as a question. “Although, I know from the way you moaned my name that you added a third without asking?”

“Mm, Ellie–”

“I’ll let you off, just once.”

With every noise he picks up, Matt feels himself growing flustered. With all his tells laying out in the open–the flush in his cheeks, to his staggered breathing–he’s a dead giveaway. He pulls his tie over his head, unable to form a single coherent thought, the pretense of the mission long gone. Clearing his throat, Matt sits upright, draping his arm across his lap in an effort to conceal his growing erection. He opens his mouth to say something, anything, but one of Elektra’s moans punctuates his focus, catching him off guard. 

Warmth singes Matt’s spine as he notices Frank’s gaze sliding to his lap.

“Shit, Red,” Frank murmurs, shaking his head, “I’m just… gonna leave you be. Okay? Call out when you’re… done.” He stands up promptly, stalking to the bedrolls in the other room.

“Wait–” Matt calls out, wanting to communicate that being left alone to act on his impulses is the last thing he needs…

But Frank makes a good point. Especially when he’s off to do the same thing.

“You know I can hear you jerking off, right?!” Matt yells. 

Frank’s retort bounces off the walls. “Mind your own damn business, Red!” 

“Whatever,” Matt mutters. Grateful for the privacy, he takes a moment to unbuckle his belt, tuning out the clinking of the metal in favour of the conversation overhead.

“Will you do me a favour, Ellie?” you gasp, pumping your fingers in and out of you with increasing speed.

“That depends on what you want.”

Desperation limns your voice, but you’re past the point of caring. “I want to hear you fuck yourself. Let me hear you cum.”

There’s a shuffle of fabric on the other end of the phone as Elektra makes a small noise of approval. 

Matt doesn’t need to be told that she’s moved in favour of a better position. 

Cowgirl was always her favourite.

He groans, still fully clothed, bucking into his hand as he concentrates on Elektra’s rhythmic breathing and hisses of pleasure. He palms himself, knowing she’s riding her dildo the same way she’d ride him, knowing just from the way she sounds that she’s getting close.

But she’s not the object of his attention tonight.

Not when you’re right there, unbelievably tangible yet barely within his grasp.

He wants you, affirming the thought as he pushes his underwear down; just enough to wrap his fist around his cock. He doesn’t have time to take it slow, so this will have to do.

In the other room, the noises you make echo in Frank’s mind, playing and replaying until he’s forced to hold onto the concrete wall to maintain any semblance of sanity. He squeezes his eyes shut as he fucks his hand, picturing you all stretched out, taking him until he has no more left to give.  

As if they both hadn’t just spilled into their hands, unable to shake the relief that gave way into yearning, they remember that there is still the matter of the mission at hand.

“I… I think they’re finishing up,” Matt rasps, rolling his chair up to the laptop on the main desk. 

Frank replies with a curt nod, taking his place on Matt’s left. 

“Better?” Elektra exhales, satisfaction now evident in her tone. 

“Always.”

“Same time tomorrow, Darling?” she asks, cheerful. 

“Why don’t I come over to yours, Ellie? We can leave the curtains open again, give New York a little show.”

Elektra clicks her tongue. “Ah, like the one we put on tonight?” 

Frank shoots a sideways glance at Matt. 

She continues, more resolute than before. “I think an in-person show might be better. Don’t you think so, boys?” 

“No goddamn way,” he mouths.

Elektra pouts. “You both came awfully fast, didn’t you?”

Frank was right; they’d listened far too long. To something far too personal. 

Matt swears, searching for a way to end the call. 

“You really think I wouldn’t find out? Amateurs.”

Frank sighs as the dial tone rings in their ears, clapping Matt on the back. “Well, I think our cover’s blown.”

“Yeah, no shit.”

“Nice knowin’ you, Red. Nice knowin’ you.”

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[itstheghostofmypast]

My Little Stress Eater

Five X F.Reader

(Headcanons)

Summary: "What? I eat when I'm stressed okay?!" Y/N has always been a shy little wreck, more or less the only way Five could tell she wasn't feeling her best was when she would start eating the same proportions as Luther. If that wasn't all, the more closed off she was, the more he wanted to know about her.

Point of Headcanon: Nothing really, just wanted to write about an S/O that was closed off and resorted to stress eating when nervous - kinda got too personal while writing😭🥺 apologies in advance

Gif credit to owner

Note: Five is around 21 when he is hired by the Handler and so is Y/N.

Genre: Fluff

Five X FemReader

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After Five is hired, the Handler tells him to meet his partner.

"She will be in an Irish bar".

"How will I know it's her?"

"Think of it like it's a test, you'll figure it out."

That lady was a crack head and he was sure of it. Making his way into the Irish bar at midnight he sees dozens of men with their female companions, all rowdy and noisy. Eyes scanning the room till he finds someone at the corner table, a corner illuminated by a single spot light on top.

Was she ...stress eating?

He walks over to her table and stands their, watching her stuff a pastry in her mouth.

"Commission?"

She looks up at him with a mouth full of what he assumed was a chocolate tart, before swallowing and quickly wiping her face with a napkin.

"Y-yes you must be Mr.Five."

"Mind if I sit down?"

"N-no not at all please, Sir"

"okay, stop with the Sir "

"Yes Sir-I mean Mr.- I mean..."

"So you're a stress eater huh?"

"...sorry about that"

"It's fine, as long as it doesn't mess with our work."

So here's the thing, he thought she was stress eating for the mission, getting cold feet ya know. But turns out she can kill better and faster than he can, and works with knives like she's painting- something Diego should learn to do. 

The problem with the stress eating only rose up everytime the two were either done with the mission or the aftermath of the mission.

He really has no clue why because she never really speaks to him. Even  after a year of working with her he only knows a handful of things about her; her name, age and that she's a stress eater.

He does deduce that she isn't much of a talker, conversations are things she truly avoids the most- he figured that out after a mission, when the two were driving back and "Put Your Head On My Shoulder" by Paul Anka began to play, and for some ungodly reason it made him feel...weird so he changed the channel. Not a minute after she carefully reached for the button and switched it back to the song, looking out her window again- okay, so she likes music too. He didn't change it after though.

It's not like she wouldn't respond to him when hed ask her something. He just noticed how she would be calmly sitting while she was alone and as soon as hed come and ask her anything, she'd become a nervous wreck- which is why he had asked the Handler numerous times to let the girl work alone but the blonde would refuse.

Almost 2 years in he decides it's best to confront her about this.

"If you don't mind me asking"

He begins to ask her one day, after working together for 2 year. Sitting in the same bar, the whole year went like a cycle. 

"Yes?"

"What stresses you out?"

Unfortunately, that had forced her to flush pink. Gulping down her coffee in one go before wheezing out, hissing at the warmth. 

Panicking he grabs a glass of cold water and gives it to her, helping her drink. 

"You know what, nevermind Y/N."

And she quietly sips the water and he goes to the bar, getting her another pastry.

That went work well

A few years later, when both are in their late 20s. The two are cornered on a mission and they end up in an alley- a dead end. Five tries to blink them away but he's out of juice and she's out of ammunition.

And she turns to look at him

"Five! Blink away please"

"I can't Y/N, I'm out of juice-"

"Then run! I'll distract them!"

"Are you stupid!?"

"Please just go! You'll finally have no partner that way-"

"WHAT? YOU THINK THATS WHAT- OH MY GOD." 

Fortunately, the new birthed anger had given the man an emotional burst that charged his powers. Eventually he was able to get them out of their.

Back at the motel he confronts her and she's about to dip when he's just:

"NO. NO EATING NO RUNNING AWAY. ANSWER MY QUESTION."

"I...I heard you and the handler and-"

"You've been distracted since then? Wait...no you wanted to- are you INSANE?"

"No, I could've handled them I was ...I.."

Five feels like he's about to explode, never has he met anyone so closed off - he thought he was secretive but this was just messed up.

"You what Y/N, just...I just want to know"

"I like ...I mean...it's you I ...why do u want to get rid of me?"

"I don't....I just asked her because you seem so uncomfortable around me and we've known each other for years but-"

Cue her going to the minifridge to look for something and he goes after her to stop her. 

"Do you...like me"

"Perhaps...."

Cue Five grabbing her face and crashing his lips on hers. And he's glad when she responds, clinging onto him.

So after  years of knowing each other she lets him in; ever so slowly though. 

And he realised how different they were, he was impatient and impulsive, while she was patient and immensely shy. While he would spit out his opinion and shun down any other, she would nod and remain quiet. He would lose his appetite when stressed, while hers would increase to large proportions. He preferred math and science, while she preferred myths and folklore- coming down to an imperial science Vs social sciences.

Though there were strong similarities between the two, both prefer peace and quiet, neither enjoys killing and most of all, both of them are always ready to sacrifice themselves for the other.

Their relationship is no secret, everyone in the commission knows about them and may have titled them as 'The Beauty and the Beast' - though she sees no beast when she looks at five and assures him that she has killed way more people when she was first hired at the age of 15.

Soon enough, Five decides he wants to marry her- though he is unsure if she is ready for such a big change, so he decides to drop hints.

Like leaving a bouquet around their apartment for her, or getting her random souvenirs on their missions. Being extra nice to her- every cliche thing he could find in any book about romance- yes, the boy had decided to refer to a book when it came to feelings as well.

But almost three months with this routine and he gets no reaction out of her, in fact, he personally feels as if she is more distant- like she was when they first met. Initially he thought it was his usual paranoia , but one night when they came home late from a mission and she chose to sleep in the guest room, that was the last straw- he was sure she had begun to hate him.

Next morning he decides to confront her about this- only to find her standing next to the kitchen counter that was lined up with a dozen dishes.

He slowly taps the counter to get her attention and she turns to him with eyes as wide as saucers, wiping her mouth with her sleeve and clearing her throat 

"Love, are you alright? You've been nervous all week and...I'm .worried".

He approaches her slowly, speaking in a hushed voice, call it something about her he liked the most, her fragility. He wasn't the best with words and as he got to know her more, he realised how important it was to choose your words carefully, to speak in tones that do not trigger the other. At first he felt like it was walking on eggshells, but she had told him how it is important to consider the other person's feelings as well- she was possibly the most empathetic person he had ever had the luck to meet and he was glad she was his.

So there he stands in the kitchen, walking closer to her as she stares at her shoes. Gently holding her chin he tilts her head up, "Please, at this rate you'll eat half the world's rations."

At this she let out a small giggle, music to his ears. A sound so pleasant and calming, a sound he hadn't heard for a while.

"Well?"

"I...will you break up with me?" 

"What?!"

"W-well you've been so nice to me and...I just, you were also reading that book I have you about...feelings and stuff and-"

"I'm unsure if I should be more concerned about the fact that being nice made you assume the worst of me or that a woman who knows more about any culture about the world, is able to kill faster than light with ease, is too dumb to see what's Infront of her."

"W-what"

"I was trying to lead you to realise I want to marry you."

"WHAT-"

"Will you?"

She stares up and him and grabs him by the lapels of his shirt, pulling him closer, their noses touching, whispering;

"Why cant you just use words Five?"

"Why cant you just accept grand gestures,  darlin?"

He smirks down at her, arms wrapped around her waste.

"So, what's it going to be?"

"Yes."

"Good, because I wasn't gonna take no for an answer."

With that the two were married, a small wedding, quiet one too, one that was not known by anyone at the commission. Neither wanted to involve a lot of useless people, especially those who really meant nothing to them.

Either way, Five had told her about the apocalypse and how he wanted to go back. And much like his expectations, not only did she listen to him intently but also began to eat her dinner a bit faster- she was stressed for HIM.

"Y/N, why are you nervous about that, God-"

"B-but that's so sad and you were just a kid"

"NO, NO I AM NOT GIVING YOU MY RICE- "

Either way she ended up eating off his plate too, not that he minded.

Fast forward to the couple standing there staring at the portal. He reached to hold her hand, glancing her her determined face;

"Nervous?"

"No"

"Didn't see you devour anything today either so, if you're having second thoughts -"

"I'm not nervous because we're together."

With that Five felt his heart almost burst with joy and the two jumped into the portal, to 2019.

All that confidence went down the drain when she saw his siblings, then turned to look at a young Five.

"Shit"

The kitchen scene is the siblings personal favourite. Not only was their sibling's wife immensely tensed (visibily) she had also ended up eating Five's sandwich - for while he was arguing with Luther, she delicately pulled it out of his hand and out of habit he had let her take it. Only to realise what had happened after she had finished.

"Wheres my sa-seriously?"

"Sorry"

Everyone was amazed how this girl had to potential to tame their psychotic brother. Even after he came back with another suit case, just as Luther had told everyone about the world ending and no one wanted in on it, which had lef him to throw sissy fit, she had simply placed her hand on his shoulder, speaking up for him,

"This isn't a personal gain anymore, I know all of you have something or someone at stake but right now, the whole world being at stake is more important."

Five had never seen them actually agree on anything, let alone listen to anyone, but she had the magic to get them to do so.

Another thing the siblings notice is the way the couple communicates, usually it would be Five pacing around and mumbling stuff and she'd be eating something and listening. 

When the eye became useless, Five was about to explode, but when he turned to look at her, she gave him a soft, reassuring smile. And for a moment Kluas had witnessed his brother malfunction, staring at her a bit too long before going back to losing his mind.

To be honest, Allison felt that the raging teen hormones were only affecting their brother and not her.

Luther was sure of that. While Diego had somewhat developed and older brother character around her, his first instinct being to protect her. Something that Five had noticed to which he felt the need to say;

"Don't underestimate her jackass, she can kick your a** to the moon and back".

However , the 60's were the worst, for when they arrived, none of them were together- that included her. It was safe to say that Five was scared shitless, because she was not around him. He was more paranoid and impatient, so when he met Elliot and he saw a photo of her, he felt much better. Until he realised that she had ended up with Klaus, which was either a very good combination of a horrible one.

Luckily when the hippie arrives to the place where everyone is, Y/N follows in suit. As soon as she locks eyes with Five she runs to him, burying her face in his neck as he pulls her closer, not concerned about what his siblings would think of, whispering to her;

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry I left you."

"It's okay, it wasn't in your control... plus Klaus started a cult and he's a great therapist"

"Danke my lady."

"You started a CULT? HOW MANY OF YOU MANAGED TO AFFECT THE TIMELIN-"

But before he has the chance to blow up she pulls him down for a kiss, then let's go, leaving him standing their angry and embarrassed.

Giving Klaus the opportunity to say:

"Children keep it PG here."

As things get worse, especially after Elliot is killed and Lila turns out to be the Handler's help, they stand their watching their names flash on the TV as terrorists, other than her and his, because apparently they were hostages.

"It's true, sometimes I do feel like I'm being held hosta- please stop eating the tuna jelly, please."

"IM SORRY OKAY BUT DO YOU SEE HOW WR ARE TOTALLY F***ED FIVE? I MEAN JUST LOOK AT THIS!"

Five stares at her confused then nods before turning to his siblings,

"I'm impressed, we broke my empathetic, soft spoken, polite stress eating wife."

Luckily, as soon as Five is able to save them, yet again, at Sissy's farm, they teleport back to 2019, this time ready for a peaceful life, only they end up finding themselves face to face with the Sparrow Academy.

"Five?"

"Yeah"

"I think I just lost my appetite"

"But love, I'm sure they have a whole kitchen stocked for you to devour"

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Note: Please excuse the horrid formatting, I wrote this on my phone and technology ain't working out for me these days. Either way, I hope ya'll like it'

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[spacedoutcowgirl]

the miraculous ladybug online masterpost!

(long time in the making)

mlb online! where your favorite miraculous characters are all unhinged on the cesspool known as twitter dot com (i refuse to call it X thats stupid) 

++ reposts are OKAY, just please link them back to my account or give me (spacedoutcowgirl on tumblr) credit for making them. please don’t claim these as your own.

accounts: the main squad, the villains + significant others, undercover(?) lesbians

part 1 , part 2 , part 3 , part 4 , part 5 , part 6 , part 7 , part 8 , part 9 , part 10 , 

part 11 , part 12 , part 13 , part 14 , part 15 , part 16 , part 17 , part 18 , part 19, part 20 , part 21 , part 22 , part 23 , part 24, part 25

bonus posts: halloween episode

link to the fic: dancing once again

FAQ (pls pls pls read these before you send an ask!) 

1. Who knows who’s identities?

→ Luka and Kagami know Marinette’s/Ladybug’s identity. If you’re wondering if Alya knows, thats up to you dear reader. 

2. What are the character’s relationships?

→  sabrina & chloe: dating. on the rocks? on the low? definitely more than friends. i think? 

→  rose & juleka: she was a punk. she did ballet. what more can i say?

→ amelie & nathalie: call amelie miss steal ya girlllllll

3. what app/program do you use for the tweets and where do you get your pictures?

→ i use twinote! it can be found on the app store (idk if on google app store too)

→ for the majority(!) of pictures, i mainly just use pinterest. now, for the ladyblog banner + edits, i make those myself. the banners of nathalie, adrien, and gabriel are also all made by me. thats why they match :)

#mlb online #mlb au #miraculous ladybug

[puddle-nerd]

What Lo’ak Doesn’t Know

Summary: Lo’ak wants to play not realizing you two aren’t the only ones on the same channel. (Neteyam/Reader, Lo’ak/Reader)

Prompt 21 (Throat Comm Sex) for my submission for LunasKinktober2023

So the absolutely gorgeous image of our oldest Sully son, our baby boy Neteyam, on the left was created by the lovely @cinetrix / @cinetrix2 who is unfortunately taking a break from Tumblr at the moment. All credit goes to her, though. I'm just borrowing him. So, there are also going to be a lot of back and forth in this story so I’m color coding each character’s texts: - Neteyam / - Lo’ak / - Reader / - Jake Na’vi Translation: Skxawng – idiot | moron / Yawne – beloved / Vrrtep – demon Story Tags: No use of Y/N, Aged up characters, everyone is legal, Yes they’re both eighteen+!, Female Reader, Female Na’vi Reader, Throat Comm Sex, Cock Warming, Use of “Good Girl”, Accidental Voyeurism, Dirty Talk, Masturbation, Vaginal Sex, Creampie

You were doing your best to behave yourself and to not to squirm in his lap, your inner walls fluttering lightly around the thick, hard shaft embedded deep within your cunt. You were struggling to fight off the urge to shift your hips for more stimulation. “Don’t move, yawne,” Neteyam mumbled hotly within your ear as he worked on making himself new arrows on the desk in front of you. “You’ve got to be a good girl f’me just a little bit longer, yawne.” You whined lowly in the back of your throat and tried to follow his directions; you really did. If you didn’t, Neteyam would make sure you didn’t cum at all tonight and Oh Eywa, you wanted to cum. Your lover chuckled slightly and kissed your cheek.

Suddenly your throat communication necklace crackled to life.

“Eagle Eye to Night Hawk, you copy?”

You glanced at Neteyam with a whimper threatening to spill from your throat, your tail twitching in anticipation. He smirked devilishly, replying, “Well, yawne? Don’t be rude. Answer him.”

You released a heavy breath and your cunt clenched around his cock because you realized a truth was about to come out, one you hadn’t been hiding per say… but… well… You lifted shaky fingers up to press the button to reply, proud of your voice coming out a lot steadier than you felt as Neteyam shifted beneath you, ever so slightly. You could feel every inch of him buried deep within you. “Yeah, I hear you, Lo – I mean Eagle Eye,” you replied. “This is Night Hawk. What’s up?”

Lo’ak’s asked, “Hey, wait, do me a favor and switch to Channel 3?”

Another voice was suddenly heard over the speaker before you could reply. Jake, Neteyam and Lo’ak’s father, suddenly said, “These comm units aren’t a toy, kid. Don’t stay on Channel 3 too long. Ya hear me?”

“Yes’ir,” Lo’ak’s voice grumbled through the speaker, the bitterness palpable as he added, “Lima-Charlie, Devil Dog.” You wondered if he was mentally flipping off his father as you switched channels on your throat comm for a “private conversation” with him and waited to hear his voice again. Behind you, Neteyam also switched his comm unit to Channel Three as well. The younger Sully son asked a moment later, “Ya here, baby?”

“I’m here,” you replied and tried not to shift in your lover’s lap.

Now, by no means were you and Neteyam exclusive. You knew the other girl he was messing around with really well when you and the oldest Sully son couldn’t find time to get naked together but you hadn’t told him who your secondary casual affair was with. Nor had you planned to do so, either. So, a minute later when Lo’ak’s voice drifted through your ear piece, his words made you blush in both embarrassment and arousal.

“Baby, I’m so fucking hard right now…”

Neteyam leaned around to give you a penetrating side-eye. You glanced at your older lover and muttered, “What? I have a type.” Lifting your hand to your comm unit, you replied to Lo’ak, “Yeah? Well, I’m a little busy at the moment, skxawng. And you’re supposed to be flying sweeps for those vrrtep, aren’t yoooooouuuuuu?” Your voice rose in volume, converting into a squeal because Neteyam had sought a tiny bit of retribution against you for also sleeping with his brother, grabbing your hips and lifting you up slightly off his cock, only to let you slide back down as you were speaking.

The line went quiet for a moment before Lo’ak asked quietly, “Are you masturbating right now?”

Neteyam sniggered and nipped at your neck. “Better tell him yes, yawne,” he hissed. “Because I’m ready to play.”

You nodded, your hand trembling once more as you touched the talk button on your neckpiece, “Ye-yeah… You caught me.” You let out a sigh as your lover sat back, pulling you to rest against his chest and spread your legs. With his free hand, Neteyam touched your comm unit, the other circling your clit and you hiccupped at the sensation. “Ohhh…”

“Fuck, baby,” Lo’ak hissed and you could hear the background noise changing through his microphone. “Gimmie a second, ‘eve.”

It went quiet for a moment and Neteyam released the talk button, commenting, “So, you’re sleeping with my brother?”

You rolled your eyes, not wanting to deal with this conversation at this very moment. When you and Neteyam had started sleeping together, you’d made the promise of ‘no strings attached’. Now he was sounding like a jilted boyfriend. “You’re sleeping with my best friend and you never heard me complaining about it,” you groused, nibbling on the underside of his jaw. “Don’t be jealous. Your brother isn’t.”

“My brother knows we’re fucking?” Neteyam asked.

You stilled for a second, admitting, “He knows he’s one of two. I didn’t tell him who I was sleeping with, though. Does Txana know you’re screwing me on occasion?” His silence was deafening. You rolled your eyes again, muttering under your breath, “You’re both skxawngs.”

“Hey, baby, I’m back,” Lo’ak’s voice came back on the comm unit, breathless and eager. “Are you really masturbating right now?”

Neteyam bounced you on his hips as you went to respond letting out a whine at the delicious friction in your cunt. “Shit! Oh, shit,” you whined, grabbing onto the table in front of you and leaning forward. “Y – yes,” you added, breathily, grinding down on Neteyam’s cock. “Yes, I am.”

Lo’ak’s low chuckle sounded in your ear. “Oh yeah, baby? You all spread out f’me?” he asked, voice deeper and rougher than a moment ago. It sent a shiver down your spine as you imagined the look in his darkened golden gaze when he used that voice on you. “Bet you’re so fucking slick, ain’cha? Are you naked, baby, with your fingers stuffed all up inside that slick little hole of yours?”

You couldn’t tell him you were riding his brother’s dick so you fibbed, “Y – yes. All three of them. Sssooo thick.”

Behind you, Neteyam had grabbed your hips and had begun to thrust his thick cock up into your needy cunt slowly, your slick trickling out of you in response. “Good girl,” the older Sully male hissed. “Keep talking to him.”

Lo’ak spoke before you could.

“Go slowly, baby,” he commanded. “You can’t rush this.” You whined wordlessly in protest only to earn a laugh in response. “I said slowly, baby, or else I won’t let you cum next time I get you alone and I’mma edge you for hours until all you can think of is my name and my cock and you can’t get off unless I say you can.”

“Fuck, Lo,” you whimpered, shifting over Neteyam slowly. “Oh, Great Mother, I wanna cum.”

Another chuckle. “Already? Baby… were you being naughty and playing with yourself long before I called you?”

“Uh-huh… something like that,” you admitted, moving a little faster. “Fuck, oh… wanna cum.”

“Not yet, yawne,” the older Sully male snarled through gritted teeth. He pushed you to your feet, kicking the chair away and had you lean onto the edge of the desk so he could snap his hips into the swell of your ass. “So… fucking tight ‘round me. Can’t cum yet, though. Be good and don’t cum yet.”

On the other end of the comm unit, you can hear Lo’ak panting and making tiny little grunts as he worked his hand over his shaft. “Fuck, baby. I can’t wait to bury myself in you later. Gonna fuck you so, so good,” he babbled and you could imagine the look upon his face as he lifted his jaw, ground his teeth together and arched his hips up into his quickly moving hand. It made your gummy walls clamp down upon Neteyam’s cock as that coil got tighter and tighter. “Gonna get you to ride me,” Lo’ak continued, his breath hitching, “just so I can watch those pretty little titties bounce. Then I’m gonna bend you in half and dick you down so deep you’ll feel it in your stomach.” You heard him hiss before he gasped, “You getting close? Yonna cum, baby?” “It’s okay, yawne,” Neteyam ground out. “Let go and cum on my cock.” He reached around you and your guided his fingers to your clit, whining as he rubbed at your button. “Yes, oh, yes, oh, Eywa don’t stop. Don’t stop. Gonna cum. So close,” you whined, the sounds of his dick slapping wetly into your cunt reverberating into your ears as you got closer and closer. When he pinched your clit, you came with a squeal. “Oh, fuck, yes! Ohhh!” Your cunt clamped down upon the cock inside you like a vice, trying to not let it go. Lo’ak and Neteyam both grunted in your ear a moment later, at almost exactly the same time. In your ear piece, you heard, “Fuck, yeah… I needed that, baby.” You could hear the satisfaction in his tone and grinned, turning your head towards your other lover who nuzzled his nose against your own. “You feeling good, too?” You pressed the comm button, humming in agreement. “Cool. I’ll see ya later tonight. Oh, and if you see my brother, tell him I need to talk to him about something?” “Yeah,” you reply, holding Neteyam’s gaze with your own. “I can let him know you’re looking for him.” Neteyam sniggered and leaned in to kiss you. You were about to switch your comm necklace to the original settings when a different voice suddenly sounded in your ear. “Gotta say Nightwing… that was kinda hot. Don’t forget to switch back to Channel 1.” You met the oldest Sully son’s gaze and you blushed as he snorted with laughter. “Yeah, I guess you do have a type.”

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Originally Posted: 21 October 2023 Word Count: 1,634

AO3

@pandoraslxna, @eyweveng @teyamsatan @lovefrommeelise

#lunaskinktober2023 #avatar #atwow #avatar smut #na'vi reader #neteyam #loak #lo'ak #jake sully #neteyam smut #loak smut #lo'ak smut #neteyam x reader #loak x reader #lo'ak x reader

[cherryheartssblog]

THE YEARLY VACATION I (Part 2)

Summary: Each year Y/N’s parents take their vacation down to Florida for ten days and her dads yearly business trip. This time it’s different though, her dads hot boss Negan Smith is staying with them in their condo for the whole ten days. Y/N’s lustful thoughts that she had always were about to grow into something much more than she ever imagined. More than just them coming true….

Characters: Negan Smith, The Reader, Gracie (OC), Calvin (OC), William L/N (Readers Father), Catherine L/N (Readers Mother), Luke (Calvin’s dad), Samantha (OC), Tina (OC), and Max (Readers Younger Brother).

Warnings: cursing, mentions of sexual relations, age gap (the reader is around 21 or 22 and Negan is in his late 30s to early 40s.), flirting, sexual tension, and slight smut.

A/N: HELLO! Another over 5,000-word chapter. Oh well, I did feel like I had to rush a few things, but Day two and others should not be like it. Day One is always the hardest, right? NOT FULLY EDITED!

PART TWO OF DAY ONE

Y/N stared into the mirror on her third attempt to tie her slip-on shirt. Y/N groaned to herself, finally getting the perfect tie and letting some of it hang down. It was securely tight on her; the flowy sleeves were a little longer but thin enough for the heat. She twisted her hair locks up into a clip, went into her room, and gathered her purse together to head out for shopping.

She heard her mother call her name for the third time down the stairs, and she groaned at their time schedule. Her father always had to be early to an event, right on time for everything. Her mother always had to keep the same time schedule each year, rest for an hour, then go straight out."Coming, Mother!" She called out, grabbing her sunglasses from the dresser and heading out of her room, seeing Negan exit his room across from her.

"You coming on the annual shopping trip as well?" Y/N noticed his new change of clothing, his black top buttoned up to the last two. His grey sweatpants changed into jeans, still a casual look. His laugh sent a ripple that vibrated to her area, making her toes curl in her shoes. "Yeah, your old man said the mall has a great bar,"

Negan rolled the cuffs of his sleeve up, walking past the younger woman, "We will sit and drink while you use daddy's credit card." Y/N's lips started to pierce with a smirk; she bit the inside of her mouth to stop her laughter. "No, I will use my mother's credit card, Daddy's money." Y/N slipped her sunglasses on, not watching how Negan was eyeing her. The way his lips were brought between his teeth, she had no idea what she did to him.

He wanted to be the one to spoil her, pamper her with everything she could have wanted. Negan knew he could care for her much more than the boys she had been with. The two headed down the stairs, where her family waited for them to head out to the mall. The mall was a huge walk around; all the stores were outside, like an outlet mall."Your father agreed this year to help me pick out some dresses; he agreed to one shop, thankfully." Catherine tried every year to get her husband to go in that dress shop; Y/N could not help but think how her mother brought her father to do such a thing.

He hated shopping.

Y/N's father did not care how much money they spent; he even loved seeing what they bought, but his motto was, 'Do not bring him with you; leave him at the bar.' "Negan, you can chill at the bar if you'd like," William knew his boss probably did not want to shop either, offering him a better solution, "Or when we drop Max off at the arcade. I'll come meet ya' there. Me and Max shoot some hoops for a while."

William rubbed the top of his son's head, messing up his hair a little. Negan chuckled; he couldn't believe how perfect this could be. "Nah, man, it's fine. I'll stick with you there till the girls are done," Y/N could not believe her ears; Negan was going to be with them while they shopped, "Hell, I can pick out some good dresses." Negan's joke made everyone laugh but Y/N as his eyes peered over at her, keeping the smirk plastered on his face. Negan followed behind William's family to the mall. It was about mid-afternoon in Florida; the mall was not as busy as it could be but still covered with people. Y/N felt the whole way; he kept playing a game with this situation.

What if he just did not care, though, just stuck around for the hell of it?

When they arrived at the mall, William stopped by the arcade, dropping off Max with some cash parking near the area of the dress shop. Each year, they went to the same one; Catherine was well-known there, especially with her daughter Y/N. The four entered the shop, letting Negan hold the door for them all. Y/N was the last one to enter; she could have sworn when Negan was behind her, his fingertips brushed the bottom of her back. She could not even react to hearing her mother greet the employers.

"There are my girls, look who actually came to help." Catherine hugged the two older women around the front desk, showing off her husband, "If you could start a dressing room for me and my Y/N." Y/N smiled at the two older women, sisters running the shop locally. They had endless dresses, anywhere from prom dresses, party events, formal events, and wedding dresses. Samantha was the older sister who mainly designed the dresses, a little older than her parents. Tina was her younger sister, just right about her parent's age. The two, in a way, watched Y/N grow up.

"Oh my, there is our girl." Tina smiled, hugging Y/N. She knew they probably missed her last year, "You're growing into a fine woman." She playfully winked, Y/N filled with a compliment but, in a way, embarrassment. "We will get you two fitting rooms, dear." Samantha smiled, heading to the back way to the dressing rooms. Tina pulled Y/N away to a bunch of isles of rather colorful dresses. "These are some of the newest; look this black." Tina pulled out a plunging black dress. It was elegantly long, with a cut up the leg. It was a very tight-fitting dress with ties complimenting the back area. It was about perfect for one of the nights.

"Do not try to win me over with the first dress; I'll buy out your whole shop." Y/N snickered, glancing over to see everyone gone from the front of the store. She knew Negan was probably following her father like a lost puppy in this dress shop; she hated it, but she wished he would help her pick a dress.

Maybe a dress to fuck her in… way too overthinking it all.

Y/N's fingers rolled over the plastic protecting the dress; she knew that was one she had to try on. "Pull it." Tina smiled at Y/N, taking the dress to her dressing room and letting Y/N continue shopping. Her fingers went through most dresses, none calling her like the first one. Y/N still needed one more elegant dress; the party dress was easier to pick. She was pretty picky with dresses, clothing specifically.

“Your mother is already on her fifth dress, and you’re still looking?" Y/N heard Negan's deep voice echo behind her; she shrugged, keeping her eyes on the dresses. "What can I say? I am a very picky woman." His voice was deep, and his presence made the air seem thicker around her. The hangers clicked with the silence between the two; all the dresses seemed too plain for Y/N. "Is that just in dresses?" Standing beside her and going through the dresses, he seemed calm with the question. "I can be picky with other things," Y/N mumbled, moving to the other rack. Y/N watched Negan like he was actually paying attention to each one.

Maybe admiring her in each one.

"What about this red one?" Negan pulled, and Y/N pivoted her head toward the older man. Instantly, the dress caught her eye; the brighter red dress was more extended and elegant, just like the black. The red also had a slit but with ruffles all the way up the leg.

It was beautiful.

"Maybe you can pick out a dress." Red was her absolute favorite color; it complimented her well. Negan smiled, handing her the dress for her eyes to scan. "Don't you think my parents will find it weird that you helped me pick this dress?" Y/N wondered, adding a little amusement to her voice; she tried not to bite her lip, eyeing the red dress, "Don't you know what red can stand for?"

"They won't know, doll." He called her 'doll' and 'sweetheart' so much more different than how her parents called her. Hearing him say Negan knew the nicknames got to her was satisfying. He wished Y/N would say to him the way she said, Daddy.

Just her voice sometimes would make his dick twitch.

Y/N looked around, ensuring no one could see them down the tight isles around them, keeping them close together. "What? Do you want to help me try it on?" The younger woman bravely asked. Negan's face was pure red, but his lips turned into a smile. It seemed she could be joking with the tone of her voice, but her face spoke otherwise.

Her movements.

"Your parents are going to be right beside us, Y/N." Negan seemed a little flustered; he was turned on by her confidence. He hated that he could not try and make the first move on her. She let her eyes trail over his features, down his body. He seemed to have such a nice body under all those clothes he always wore. How his tattoos would peak out, his veins trailing down his arms.

Negan was definitely intimidating.

"So.." Y/N paused, stepping closer to the man, "You agree you'd want to help me?" Y/N bit her lip in curiosity; maybe she knew he wanted her. Perhaps it was just wanting her to hear him say it out loud. Negan's mind wandered off momentarily, wondering how honest he should be with her. He knew he had ten days with her, ten days to be with her in any way possible he could want.

"I could help you with anything you want, darling." His reply made her feel weak to her knees without even a touch from her. Y/N felt like she could not breathe, feeling the air thick again. She shifted in her spot, clinging to the plastic around the dress. Y/N let her eyes wander around her, ensuring the coast was clear of her parents.

"We better not do this here, Negan." She tried to walk past him, but he grabbed her wrist and stopped her. Y/N's eyes shot up to his own eyes; he looked down at the face he was lusting over. She felt herself tingle down in her area from his touch; the grab was not aggressive but enough to make her heart pound,

She could not believe it was turning it on.

"My parents, Negan," Y/N spoke once again; she felt herself trying not to pounce on him right then and there. All this sexual tension was building up into so much more. His grip became a little lighter on her wrist, and his eyes never once moved from her E/C eyes. "Get to trying on some dresses, doll." He moved away from her, and Y/N felt glued to the floor.

There was no way this could be real; she must have fallen asleep on the plane. Y/N finally gathered herself, moving from the floor to find more dresses. She knew she would not like some but needed to get to a dressing room. Maybe she can gather her nerves to prepare for a long night at a classical music party tonight. Y/N also knew Calvin would be there, along with his own family. She would have to face him again, along with having the man beside her she wanted to fuck till the end of the night each night.

Y/N walked near another hall of dressing rooms, closing it rather quickly, seeing her black dress hanging there waiting for her from Tina. She leaned against the door, clenching the dresses close to her. She just breathed out, trying to make herself try on the hundreds of dresses she had clenched in her hands. Hanging one by one up on the rods poking out of the wall, she decided to try on her party dresses first.

First, she had a blue that was relatively shorter on her, maybe too short. Y/N noticed, turning around, how her ass almost poked out of the bottom; not only would her father kill her. The way Negan was being, he might kill her. She could not help but want Negan to be jealous of her, like her all to himself.

Y/N was quickly unchanged, leaving her topless with black lace undies. She didn't wear a bra with her outfit; none of her bras went with it. She also knew she did not need one to try on the dresses. She threw the blue dress back on the hanger, grabbing the longer white dress. It was a brighter white, a bit longer than the blue, a few inches above her knees. Her hands rubbed the sides of her curves, the dress complimented in each way. Sometimes, the way she moved the dress would sparkle with the light, causing her to smile, feeling like a princess again when she was little.

She knew it was perfect for the after party, not too much of a party dress like the blue. Y/N put it aside for the first dress she wanted to keep; her eyes kept fixating on the red Negan picked out for her.

She did not care how it looked; she just wanted to buy it because he picked it out for her. Still, Y/N had to know what it looked like on her. She quickly took it off the hanger, covering her half-naked body. She watched the red dress slip over her body like it was made just for her.

The ruffles made the dress so cute.

It was so soft; it felt like she was wearing nothing. Y/N smirked mischievously to herself in the mirror, knowing how perfect it would be for the first night tonight. She did not even have time to hear the dressing room door open behind her; she quickly reached to try and shut it, realizing it was Negan.

Y/N gasped as he locked the door behind them, placing his finger on her lips to keep her quiet. "Ssh, your parents are close." He whispered; she was utterly stunned to even speak. She felt him push her against the mirror behind them; they barely had room in the tiny box of a fitting room. She could feel the dress slipping off from her, starting to take it off before Negan entered.

"Leaving the dressing room unlocked, naughty girl." His breath was near her neck, breathing down. Y/N closed her legs to keep the pressure down her legs at ease. She clinged onto the ends of her dress nervously. The younger woman was still at a loss for words, her head resting against the mirror. His thumb rubbed over her lips, moving his eyes down to her more exposed chest. Negan could not hold himself back; he wanted the entire ten days with her.

"Tell me, sweetheart," Negan whispered, his thumb dragging her bottom lip down.

God, she was so hot.

The way the dress was hanging loosely around her, the red complimenting her so well. She looked so submissively at him the way he had her pressed against the mirror. Her knees felt like Jell-O, and she shrunk underneath his touch.

"Do you want me?"

Y/N thought she could get Negan to admit first, but she was about to give in to what she had wanted for years. She tried to gather her words together; her pride wanted to get the best of her.

"Do you want me?" Y/N fired back; his lips were relatively close to her own. His fingers rested on the bottom of her chin to keep her looking up at him. "I have a proposition." The older man murmured, her nails digging into the dress's ends, "We have ten days together, and it seems we both wanted this awhile."

She kept quiet, letting the man speak before her, who had her pinned against the mirror.

"I say we fuck every day until we get off that plane back at home," He came closer to her lips, his hands cupping the top of her throat. Negan causally laughed, resting his forehead on hers, "Excuse me for being so blunt, darling." Y/N let her hands travel to the open buttons of his shirt, starting to pop the first one not opened. His eyes watched her hands, giving a deep, dark chuckle to her actions.

"I did not say fuck right now, sweetheart." Y/N groaned softly at the man's words; she wanted him to press her against this mirror. Wrap her legs around his waist, and let him fuck her like there is no tomorrow, "It's just too risky, baby." It may be too risky for sex, but Y/N knew it would not kill them to kiss him. She cupped his cheeks, bringing her to his lips; Negan could taste her lips gloss, rubbing his tongue against her bottom lip. "God, you better get this dress doll so I can rip it off of you tonight," Y/N moaned against his lips quietly, her hands all over his clothed body. "But it's a gorgeous dress." She whined, not that Y/N would not love for him to tear it off of her like a wild animal.

"I can buy you a thousand more like it; let's wait for tonight." Negan's full grip was now completely around her throat. Negan pushed her head to where her neck was exposed; all she could see was some of his face in the mirror behind her. "I want you all the ten days," Y/N admitted, turning her head back to look her in the eyes. Y/N kept her legs squeezed together, feeling a pool between her legs forming.

"Check to see if it's good for me to walk out, doll," Negan smirked, "Don't want to get caught on the first day." He pecked the tip of her nose, letting go of her neck. Y/N held her dress with one hand, feeling exposed, opening the door slightly to see her mother and father turning the corner with dresses in hand.

"You should be good.." She mumbled, moving out of his way for him to exit. Right before leaving, he clicked the dressing room door locked. "Make sure not to lock your door tonight, doll." He winked, closing the door shut, locking her in whenever she was ready to exit. She turned to the mirror where smudges formed from her body against it. Y/N noticed her lips swollen; her lip gloss glistened on her chin. The back of her hair stood a little like she had sex with him. She ached for him; she hated how he left her here in this state. It was going to be a very long night.

Hours Later...

Y/N dug through the jewelry she had backed up in her little pink box; she found the diamond earrings her father had bought wrapped up perfectly broken.

They were a gift to her for her sweet sixteenth birthday.

She could have sworn she packed them in a zip-up perfectly for nothing to happen to them.

"Sweetheart, it's okay." She sat beside her daughter on the bed, who was upset. Catherine wore a darker navy blue dress wrapped with a blue silk drape around her. She sat beside her daughter on the bed, who was upset. "I feel dumb being this sad over earrings," Y/N laughed at herself; she was already dressed. Her makeup was done nicely, a little. She complimented the red dress with lighter lipstick. Her hair was curled, lying down above her exposed chest.

"They were special honey to you; I remember when I first lost my bracelet your father gave me." Her mother laughed, wrapping her arm around her daughter, "I was so upset that I cried; it was the first thing your father ever bought me."

Y/N had the matching necklace of the earrings around her neck; she just felt so empty without them. "How about I go grab a pair of mine to borrow?" Catherine smiled at her daughter, closing the pink box for her daughter, "I have the perfect ones to go with the necklace." Y/N smiled, letting her mother go off downstairs for her own pair. They were beautiful earrings, just like her father got her; they were a little shorter than hers but complimented her well.

Y/N is up close in the mirror in her own room, fixing the earrings in her ears, her mother behind her, trying the rest of her dress. "It's a beautiful dress, honey." Her mother complimented her daughter, playing with the curls of her hair, "Tina, pick it out?" Y/N looked down for a moment, knowing the truth of who picked it out for her. What happened when she tried it on in that dressing room? A lump formed in her throat, trying not to think about the kiss that Negan and her shared.

"Yeah, she helped me mostly." Y/N cleared her throat, eyeing her appearance in the mirror, "I'll meet you out there, Mom. Grace gonna want pictures." Catherine laughed at the girls, shaking her head, "We will be downstairs, baby. You look beautiful." She kissed her daughter's forehead, heading out of the room, leaving the door cracked.

Y/N snapped pictures of each angle of the dress she could send to Gracie quickly, seeing the images delivered and walking down the stairs. Her mother was waiting down the stairs, with the boys outside getting the cars ready. Y/N was nervous walking outside, seeing Negan leaning against the car and talking to her dad and brother. His words just kept singing in her mind from this afternoon. She knew he wanted her, and he knew that she wanted him. Y/N felt like she would be eye fucking him all night, hoping her parents and others would stay oblivious to it all.

She was going to need lots and lots of champagne.

"Well, don't my two girls look gorgeous?" William complimented the woman, wrapping his arms around his wife and kissing her cheek.

"Finally ready; took you long enough." Max groaned, putting his black jacket around him, "Y/N is always the last to be ready." The young woman playfully pushed her brother; he loved teasing his older sister.

"You girls, do you look great tonight." Negan came up, complimenting both ladies, shifting his eyes to Y/N. She stood tall in her black heels with the dress he picked. The dress was gorgeous on her; Negan knew he could not keep his eyes long on her here, "I'll let you guys follow me." Negan headed to get the first car, walking past Y/N, fighting his gaze with her eyes.

He looked so hot in his black pants and white button-up; he had the long black tie, a few buttons open still. He kept his jacket in his hand, probably from the heat; his cuffs rolled up halfway up his arms.

Why was everything about him so sexy?

"Alright, load the car up!" Her father opened the passenger and back doors for his wife and children.

When arriving at the party, valets were waiting to park their cars. The hotel was massive outside of Miami. Lights lit up the streets; people were dressed up all around them. Inside was a fancy check-in area; the staircase was huge and bought out for the event. Most of the people attending these parties stayed at this hotel, but her father wanted more privacy.

Y/N's heels clicked into the hotel's party room; it was huge, just like a ballroom. Negan could organize a party well; he hired good planners for each one. She knew Negan would be off talking to basically everyone there; he was the host of the party, the boss. Y/N quickly walked over to a table and grabbed a tall glass of champagne, her nerves getting the best of her. She barely knew anyone there, and Y/N always stayed quiet, usually at these events. "Y/N?"

She heard behind her; Y/N's stomach dropped, hearing that familiar voice behind her as she sipped her drink.

"Cal."

She turned to see her ex-boyfriend, hands in his pockets; Calvin smiled like he had never done anything wrong. "You look great." Y/N scoffed slightly at his comment, chugging the rest of her drink, already grabbing another glass. "I wish I could say the same." Her hands gripping the mirror more, her eyes searching her for parents, even Negan. Calvin chuckled at the young woman, going by the girl to grab his own drink. "I guess I deserve that." He shrugged it off, keeping his distance from her. "Yeah, saying the last time I saw you, you were fucking a bimbo in our bed," Y/N growled. She wanted to throw the drink in his face but did not want to start anything at the first party.

"Well, I can agree she was a bimbo," Calvin smirked. Y/N rolled her eyes, walking past him, her name rolling off his tongue, stopping her. "I want to talk." Calvin continued; Y/N's face twisted; she could not believe her hearing. "You can fuck off." She growled out loud enough for him to hear, rushing away.

Y/N just arrived a few moments ago and ruined the whole night. She should not have come this year; she just took a trip with Gracie. She rushed to the nearest bathroom; it was nice and quiet. She checked the stalls; each one was empty. Quiet music rang through the speakers; it was a very bright room. Y/N just needed to breathe momentarily, checking her makeup in the mirror.

She checked her phone from the tiny purse on her shoulder to see Gracie sent her three messages.

Y/N heard the bathroom door open. She was about to leave when she saw Negan locking the door. "I-uh- you are in the women's restroom." Y/N stuttered out, hearing the lock click.

"What did that asshole of a kid say to you?" When he asked her, Negan's voice was dark; he unloosened his tie a little from his neck. Y/N kept her eyes locked on his actions; she felt her toes dig into her heels. "He just wanted to talk to me." She admitted being quick with her words, her nerves bubbling up again. Negan kept leaning against the door; she felt his eyes burning through her. "What did he even do for you to leave his ass?" Negan crossed his arms, curiosity getting the best of him.

"When I moved to Georgia with him, after a while, he became distant when I was busy with classes," Y/N replied, "I caught him in bed with someone else one day after getting out of a class early."

"You're telling me someone wanted to cheat on you?" Negan chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief, "He must be the dumbest boy I ever met." Y/N blushed at Negan's comment towards her, her back resting against the counter behind her.

“He got tired of me; our relationship was struggling anyway.” Y/N declared, trying to hold a smile; maybe more of her felt tired of him sometimes. She tried to stay busy with her classes, mainly in the library. Reading was a way of escaping sometimes; she loved the darker romances. People could not understand why she got such a high education with her father's wealth; he had her set for life all the way to his great-grandchildren.

Y/N liked being in college, attending classes, making friends, and partying a little. She loved that life, but she knew she was growing up; mostly, she had grown up. Negan walked closer to her; she had nowhere to back up. All she could do was watch his movements.

“You're missing your party." Y/N pointed behind Negan; this was all in celebration of his company. "They are not missing me much, darling." He was now inches away from her, her back digging into the counter's edge.

"I thought you wanted to wait til tonight." Y/N stammered, his hands trailing up her bare thigh. Her eyes closed, feeling her legs becoming weaker by the minute. His lips rested against her ear, and she felt his breath down her neck. "The sun is down, isn't it, doll?" His words sent chills down her spine; he had her wrapped around his fingers already.

"When did you get so brave?" Y/N's lips parted, her eyes still closed, falling upon his touch. His hands finally stopped at the top of her thigh, where the slit of her dress started. "Why do you think I said yes to your daddy when he asked me to stay with you guys?" Negan whipped back, hands fingertips wrapping around her underwear.

Her mouth parted, but she couldn't let the moan out that was hanging down in her throat. Y/N wanted him to rip the lace off of her quickly; he was moving so slowly. "Sure, I am buddies with your daddy, but when I heard his fine-ass daughter was going to be right beside me, I couldn't say no." Negan chuckled, leaving kisses trailing down her neck; she moved, giving him more access. "Let me show you how real men treat women," The older male whispered against her neck, sending vibrations down to her pussy. Pulling the black lace down her smooth legs, she felt her become wetter by the second, "I will treat you like a queen for this whole trip."

Y/N lifted her leg, letting the black thong go over her heels into his hands. He was still placing kisses down her neck, moving down her collarbone and to her chest. The young woman kept letting out quiet moans, opening her eyes and watching Negan stick her underwear into his pocket. He quickly picked her up, placing her on the sink.

Y/N wrapped her legs around his waist, the heel of her shoes pushing him closer, feeling his member rise underneath his pants. He cupped her cheeks, kissing her like a crazed animal. Her hands ran into his once neat combed hair; how his kisses moved down her neck back to her lips was just enough to drive her mad. The kisses on her neck made her toes curl, his beard tickling her neck. His fingertips brushed over the tip of her clit, his hands pushing up her dress.

"God, I've never seen a woman as hot as you." The comment made Y/N snicker at him, his hand fully cupping her between her legs. The pressure was almost unbearable, and he felt barely a touch from his cup. She moaned out, digging her nails into the back of his neck. Her hands went to the zipper of his pants as he swatted it away. "It's only about you tonight," Negan winked at her, cupping her more, causing another whimper from her lips. He wanted to see her break underneath his touch all night long, "Play with your pussy in the bathroom outside of my own party; eat your pussy out tonight before you sleep."

Y/N hummed, wanting to speak, but no words could form. He had her in a state of shock and pleasure. Finally gathering her words, she did not care if it was the first night.

"I want you to fuck me."

Negan chuckled; it sounded like a sinister chuckle. A laugh she never heard from the man before. No matter if it sent fear through her, she still felt her pussy ache."Not on the first night, doll. I won't have you fallen' in love with my dick just yet." Negan snarled playfully, biting her bottom lip. He started sending more kisses down her neck.

"You could have any woman you want, Negan." Y/N whimpered, his finger slowly playing with her clit. Her hands held on to the collar of his shirt, her other hand letting her nails dig into him. Negan's hands cupped her face, squishing her cheeks together. He kept playing with her clit slowly, allowing only his fingertip touch her.

"And I am having her right now."

A/N: Below are links to this story and the complete master list to follow to keep up with the story.

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AESTHETIC

THE NIGHT BEFORE

DAY ONE (PART ONE)

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[jaidens]

Can I request a Johnny Cade x femreader imagine please? Where Johnny cleans you up and there’s a cut on y/n lip he goes to clean it and then he ends up kissing her. Thank you so much!😇

You Drew Stars Around My Scars (Now I'm Bleeding)

pairing(s) : johnny cade x reader

warning(s) : mentions of blood | fights | violence

a/n(s) : i hope I took your request to the fullest<3

wc : 1,305

posted : june 21. ‘23

You weren't exactly used to fighting. Of course, you were around people who took violence in their days almost everyday. They taught you how to correctly throw a punch or take down a Mustang full of white trash Socs. Johnny, your best friend, was always next to you; attached by the hip at all times. The teasing became worse and worse as he began protecting you from situations and defending your every right. Even if it was just Steve or Dally messing with your head.

Well, during this day, you decided to walk home from school and it turns out it wasn't the best. Seconds before you almost got out of ‘Soc Territory’ a gang of them pulled up on you. You heard their yells of “You’re on the wrong side of town Greaser..!” or yells of “Need me to show you the right way home?”. You would never admit it, but you were easily overwhelmed with fear whenever you fought. However, from the wise words of your “mentor” Dally Winston is that “Socs can smell ya’ fear. Don't show it. Use it in that strong arm of yours.” You took that with full credit as a Soc began creeping on you to pounce at any moment.

As soon as they jumped, you started punching and kicking in every which way. You felt strong hands punch your jaw and face. Even with practice, it was still bound to happen at some point. At some time, some Socs had run away from the smallest noise of a siren. Even if it was miles away. Whenever the fight was over, you were left with a stinging eye and lip. You pressed your finger to your lip and a drop of blood dropped off.

As soon as you saw that, you started running as best as you could to the Curtis’ household. You knew Johnny was there, but his brothers weren't and Ponyboy was staying after school to study for the big test he had in Algebra. When you opened the door, there sat Johnny, watching a random television cartoon that the antenna picked up on. You shut the door and covered your face as best as you could as you took off your jacket and hung it up on the coat rack.

“Hey Y/N,” He whispered softly. “How was school today? What'd you learn?” It was always your favorite thing about Johnny. He always asked if you had a good day and what you had learned. “Uh.. it was fine. My chemistry exam was so hard though.” You said, holding up your book high on your face to cover the cuts and bruises. “Why are you covering your face? Are you okay?”

He stood up and walked up to you. You kept your face staring forward. Knowing that if you looked at him, Johnny would've taken all of his anger out on someone's face. His hand touched your shoulder lightly. “I won't be mad.. Whatever happened. Y'know that.” You believe him, you really do. However, the slowly darkening bruise on your eye and metallic taste and your mouth becoming overwhelming you decided to run into the guest room that you and Johnny slept in.

He opened the door cautiously. You have tears welling in your eyes as you stare at him. “Hey..hey what happened?” He sits down right next to you, not touching you but making sure you recognize his presence. “Socs jumped me. Didn't even do anything.” You looked at him and he frowned at the tears that dropped down your cheeks. “I ran away like a baby. I was so scared.” You had admitted that as you jumped into Johnny's arms and cried into his shoulder. His arms wrapped around your body as he worried about you. “At least you're safe now. Can I patch up your face? I don't want anything to get infected. You remember Dally’s infected eye right? How gross.”

You let out a small laugh and made Johnny smile. “There she is.” You nodded and he sat up to grab the medkit off the small table that sat in the corner of the room. Since he started getting in more rumbles, he decided to buy one after Pony got a blade pulled on him. Opening the small white box he pulled out gauze and antiseptic. While he did this, you began to notice how handsome he was.

The scar was prominent as he stared down reading the instructions on antiseptic application. “So it says to just lightly tap in on the wound. C’mere.” His hands touch your face, working on dabbing the cut on your lip. His dark eyes stared down at your lips, you wish it was a different situation whenever it happened.

Johnny put the gauze and antiseptic down and leaned in and stared in your eyes. They literally and up and you nodded giving him permission to kiss you. His lips touched yours and you felt the spark that you had read in your magazines. The spark of love and everything you've wanted.

Nothing was deepened, you pulled away after you realized that your lip was stinging a lot worse now. “Did I hurt you? I'm sorry, I'm sorry!” Ever since the jump, he's become vigilant about letting his guard down; such as what he just did. You pecked his lip one more time to comfort his thoughts. “No..no it just stung a little bit. I think the antiseptic started working and the kiss just pushed on it a little harder than I originally thought.”

He put his head down and smiled. Johnny scratched his head before looking up into your eyes. When Johnny was a little younger he would completely lose eye contact with people that scared him. With full honesty from him, you completely terrified him. You were such a new thought and feeling. “What does that mean for us?” He asks you, feeling you hand grab his and rub over his knuckles. “Well I like you. Like.. like-like you.”

His eyes went wide. This was his dream. You and him being together was something from a fairytale he wished to be in when he was a little kid. “I like you too..” You hugged him tightly, not letting him go until you heard the front door open and Pony’s voice echoed out. You pulled away and stood up in front of him. You grabbed his popped collar and pulled him into a kiss deeper than what you've been doing.

You left him completely flustered and lightheaded as you walked away to go talk to Ponyboy. You smiled as you heard him jump up from the creaky bed to chase after you. You were standing in the kitchen making a sandwich whenever you felt his arms wrap around your waist. You bite into your sandwich before turning around and staring into his eyes. “What? I didn't do anything.”

Johnny would've responded if Dallas didn't walk in and take the other side of your sandwich and start chewing it. “What are you two doing Man? I'd say get away before Dar’ walks in.” Dally teases as he ruffles Johnny's greased up hair. “Shove off man.” Johnny says as he turns to look at Dally with a ‘get-out-of-here’ look. Dally sticks his hands up and walks away. “Don't want any trouble Man..”

You laugh a little bit and slide your arms around his neck. “So scary aren't you..?” He chuckles and relaxes in your arms. It almost feels normal. Like you've been dating for years and everyone knew. He's your best friend and now alongside such a title, your boyfriend. “Now let me go finish my sandwich. Go do something with Pony. I heard the stars are bright out tonight.” Johnny smiles and gives you a kiss before walking out and you hear a quick, “Get em Johnnycake!”

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[drowninginthoughts27]

1/9 School Word Count: 590

(uni/collage au) @jegulus-microfic

Regulus was thrilled when he found out that he got most of the classes he wanted for the first semester of the school year. Especially the classical literature course he had selected and didn’t think he would get.

But walking into class on the first day made him regret even considering the class in the first place. Because sitting in the middle of the room was James Potter.

The same James Potter that has been his brother's best friend for a decade now. The same James Potter that Regulus had had a harmless childhood crush for as long as he could remember.

Scanning the classroom for vacant seats he quickly discovers that the only open one is the one right next to James.

The idea of dropping the class flickers through his mind but he pushes that thought away. It was hard enough getting into the class in the first place and replacement courses wouldn’t have a good selection if there were even any left. Composing himself and walking over to his seat Regulus chose to ignore James. To just unpack his things, sign into his laptop, and wait for the class to begin.

That was until he couldn’t bear James’ gaze burning into the side of his skull any longer.

“Why are you even here?” Regulus snaps, looking over at James, “You're a biology major!”

Unfazed James smirks “I needed the English credits. I can’t graduate by just taking science classes.”

James is right so Regulus just rolls his eyes and chooses not to reply. Thankfully class begins in a matter of seconds.

———

On his way out of class James stops him at the doorway.

“Hey,” James smiles “So uhh… English isn’t really my strong suit, you see. And uhh…I was kinda wondering if we could exchange numbers so that I have someone to contact if I get confused, ya know.”

“Why couldn’t you ask someone else?” Regulus replies.

“I don’t really know anyone else in this class super well,” James says.

Regulus just stares at him, unsure of how to reply. He almost doesn’t believe him, James knows pretty much everyone and it’s not that big of a school after all.

“I highly doubt that” Regulus remarks.

“Please,” James begs. He’s making the most exaggerated puppy eyes Regulus has ever seen on anyone, especially on a grown man.

Regulus doesn’t know what compels him but he sighs and holds his hand out flat in front of James with little further hesitation.

James looks back at him confused, until a look of realization flashes across his face.

“Oh yeah, my phone, sorry!” James looks almost sheepish, unlocking his phone and handing it over to Regulus.

“You know I’m really surprised I didn’t already have your number,” James remarks as Regulus keys it in. Breaking the moment of silence between the two of them.

“Yeah, I wonder why,” Regulus quips, “Use it sparingly,” he says while handing James back his phone, now with his number in it.

“I will, don’t worry!” James answers.

They both know that’s a lie but Regulus doesn’t make any further comments on it.

———

That evening Regulus sits at his desk in his dorm finishing up the remainder of his homework when his phone dings.

1 unread message it reads.

21:14

Unknown Number: Hey! It’s James

Regulus: Hi

Regulus: What do you want?

Unknown Number: I wanted to make sure you gave me the right number

Regulus: I’m beginning to wish I didn’t

Unknown number: What! Why?

Regulus: What happened to using my number sparingly?

#this is my first time posting my writing #so bear with me #sorry if there are any typos or anything #I was in a bit of a rush to write this #cause I’ve had a busy day #but I wanted to get into writing more microfics #idk how consistent I’ll be though #but I hope you like it <3 #Em’s microfics #marauders #jegulus #james x regulus

[dream-beyond-the-fantasy]

4, 13, 21, 24, 25, 33, 42, 57, 63, 70 and 71 for the fic writer ask game!

Thank you for the questions! Okay, this took some time and thought. And some of my answers are long. It will be under a "read more" out of convenience and respect for my mutuals and followers.

4. what is the plot bunny you’ve been carrying for the longest? optional bonus question: do you ever wonder why you haven’t written it yet and experience deep existential dread?

I really want to write a background and sidestory for a one-off character from George Lopez that Tony O'Dell played. I don't think I've written it yet for a few reasons:

a) I don't know if his character is named Blaine (dialogue and closed captions) or Patrick (credits on IMDb and from the end of the episode).

b) I kinda want to ask Tony about that episode and role.

c) I haven't had time or haven't sat down and focused on it enough to start writing it.

No, I don't experience existential dread over it.

13. talk about a writing experience that has pleasantly surprised you.

This isn't going to take long. But in writing my first fic, Is This Love?, I learned that I can write sexy things. This is the opposite of the "write what you know" advice. I have done research and will continue to do more. I've talked with others who have written smut. And I have had some friends read over what little I have written. As I tend to write out of sequence, I haven't published the smut and I'm still a bit anxious about it, but I decided to do this to prove to myself that I could. I wouldn't be upset if Is This Love? is the only fic that I write that contains smut, but proud of myself.

21. pick a writer to co-write a book with and tell us what you’d write about.

A fellow fanfic writer? Hmm, I would say @curiousdamage @missviolethunter @cecexwrites @rynnie-rynn @themaradwrites @avatarskywalker78 and/or @the-time-lord-oracle.

With Curious, MissV, Rynn, and/or AvatarSkywalker78, I would write something for The Karate Kid or Cobra Kai because that is the main fandom that we have in common. The first three were with me when I created my OCs and I honestly would trust them to write Julie or Alyssa. But all of them have strengths writing other characters in that fandom that I'm not sure I can do justice or write with the nuance they deserve.

Curious, MissV, and I could finally write that spinoff/revival-type fanfic for The Equalizer with Scott McCall and his OC daughter as the central characters. Or Curious and I could write a Cagney & Lacey story.

With Cece, it would probably be a story set in the Wizarding World with supporting and minor canon characters.

Obviously, a Doctor Who story with The_Time_Lord_Oracle.

And were I to write an original story, it would be with Rynn or Mara.

All of these writers are ones that I greatly admire, consider friends, have created some of the best original characters (I wish they all were canon and I would protect them to the end), and have written many of my favorite stories.

If you are asking about published/professional authors, I'm not sure. Maybe Rick Riordan, Richelle Mead, David McIntee, Timothy Zahn, Jude Watson, or Cassandra Clare (yes, I know some of the allegations against her, but she is still one of my favorite YA writers).

24. on average, how much writing do you get done in a day?

It really depends on it's a workday vs. weekend, how much time I've had to write, and how inspired I was. If I write at least 500 words, I consider it a productive day.

25. what’s your revision or rewriting process like?

I edit as I write, which makes the writing process longer, I'm sure. Then I send it to my beta. After I hear their thoughts and suggestions, I take into account if those serve the story and make appropriate edits. Then I will post it on AO3.

33. do you start with the characters or the plot when writing?

Honestly, a very rough plot idea. The characters are my main focus and I spend more time thinking about how to develop them and how they will react to the plot.

42. describe the aesthetic of a story in 5 words.

Let me preface this with "I'm not sure that I'm doing this right."

Family. Friendship. Discovery. Magic. Adventure.

57. what is the last thing that a fic made you google when you were reading it?

Okay, these might not be the actual last things, but they are the best that I can remember: Camille Coduri's natural hair color and Billie Piper's eye color.

63. what’s the best insult you’ve read in a fic?

I've read so many fics that I honestly don't know. I'm sorry.

70. are you very critical of your own writing? how much do you find yourself editing (either during the writing or after the fact)?

Yeah, I think I am. I second-guess myself a lot. I edit as I write, so I might spend hours on the same damn paragraph because I didn't like the original word choice, felt it was too similar to something I had previously written, or numerous other reasons. I once nearly trashed everything I wrote for Is This Love? and lay on my bed crying because I thought I was being too harsh on Jimmy and my OC Julie.

71. how do you balance writing and life? do you ever feel overwhelmed by the amount of writing you have to do?

Hahaha. Balance? What's that? Ironic isn't it, considering that I write for The Karate Kid and Cobra Kai? Yes, I constantly feel overwhelmed by the amount of writing that I have to do. I want to be able to post two chapters for three of my WIPs by the end of 2024. I haven't worked on two of them at all yet. I haven't done any writing since early or mid-February. Sometimes, I feel like a failure because I started writing Is This Love? in 2018 and I haven't even started writing the scenes concurrent with the plot of The Karate Kid, while I've got friends and mutuals who can write, finish, and post a few multichapter fics within a few months.

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[misslavenderlady]

just a question but where did you get your lost boys cc

Hi @dominiquestileslove! I'm so sorry for the delay answering this! I finally got a proper computer again, and after doing some hunting, I put together this special list together. Thank you for your patience!

All of them:

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Paul:

HAIR - https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-hair-hairstyles-male/title/kayn-hair/id/1413306/

FISHNET SHIRT - https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-clothing-male-teenadultelder-everyday/title/fishnet-shirt-10-colors/id/1306461/

COAT - https://simfileshare.net/download/909397/

EARRING - https://sims4studio.com/thread/4520/mathcopes-studio?page=4&scrollTo=116517

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Marko:

GLOVES - https://www.patreon.com/posts/gloves-45286108?epik=dj0yJnU9ZFZ5T2ZyOU51UVJteXhVdVd6S1NrNTVpS2tINUNKMWEmcD0wJm49eGpiRVdxbERuMWpNMGZtQ2dnM2xQZyZ0PUFBQUFBR1QwcTZB

PANTS - https://modthesims.info/d/622788/leather-chaps-reworked-updated-05-25-2019.html

HAIR - https://www.simfileshare.net/download/1127410/

EARRINGS - https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-accessories-female-earrings/title/unisex-skull-pendant-earrings/id/1608463/

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Dwayne:

HAIR - https://www.patreon.com/posts/22105844?epik=dj0yJnU9QVdhOTFOSjl2N1VXWGg3SjZvT2dEeEdNM3lrWWdFUUkmcD0wJm49b2FNRHIyT3hEaUdfamRkLThKRUVOdyZ0PUFBQUFBR1Qwcm4w

mesh required for it: https://www.patreon.com/posts/shun-hair-20270601

JACKET - https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-clothing-male-teenadultelder-everyday/title/biker-jacket--acc/id/1491517/

FLAG - https://lifesimmerscc.tumblr.com/post/145359346064/sabrinas-ya-flannel-all-credits-go-to-tamo

EARRINGS - https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-accessories-female-earrings/title/natalis-vampire-teeth-earrings/id/1510562/

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Michael:

HAIR - https://www.patreon.com/posts/32855743?epik=dj0yJnU9eDRpYWcxbmtyVXBQLTNVS3hlTWJ0ZUdLNnJTeHVMbHQmcD0wJm49endQUHBKSklCTUZsUDN2XzhhdjZtUSZ0PUFBQUFBR1QwdGhN

#lavender lady rambles #the lost boys #tlb #sims 4

[team-heavenly]

Chapter 21: Part 2

If you've read Part 1, welcome and please proceed! If you haven't, what're you doing here? Click here to start from the beginning!

And who else should we run into but our friendly duo? Here at the *checks notes* ...Bad Jungle?! Are you kidding me?

This is one of those things that's a little too on the nose to be believable. But I swear this is legit!

We actually did manage to get through the dungeon first try. Now if it had been the Nonsensical Castle on the other hand-

No I'm not letting that go, it was literally Hell.

Teresa: "...Hey, don't you think it's weird they both skirted around the center of the path just now?"

Andrea: "No? Why would that be weir-"

AH!! WE'VE BEEN BAMBOOZLED!!

*cue Wilhelm Scream and owie-ow-ow sounds*

...Deepest of apologies for the deep-fried text on this one. I'm afraid it wasn't exactly salvageable. And as if things couldn't get any worse...

THAT'S RIGHT, IT'S YA BOIIIII!!

*rumbling noise*

...Someone just dun goofed.

Southern Beedrill, I love you so much. Welcome back, pal :')

To his credit, though... Totodile takes it and runs with it, demonstrating his commitment to The Bit.

This would be absolutely terrifying if we were unevolved Pokémon without an AoE move. But... you know :D

Although something truly baffling happens when we transition to the battle:

UHHH, TOTODILE?! IS THERE SOMETHING YOU WANNA TELL US??

He was genuinely a rock type and everything! I'm honestly at a loss. I've never seen this happen before, and I have no explanation for it.

Also, here's proof this place is called the Bad Jungle. If you even care.

This fight wasn't too bad, actually! One Rare Fossil was all we needed to knock out Tropius, and Blizzard took down almost everyone else. Mewtwo needed an extra hit, but that was no problem. Really, the worst part was facing down the Suddenly-Aron Guildmaster... It went something like this:

Andrea: *repeatedly using Octazooka* Teresa: *repeatedly using Mud Slap and dropping accuracy* Aron: *keeps hitting us anyway and brings both HP bars down to red* Team Heavenly: *has no healing items and begins to nervously sweat*

Thankfully, he finally began missing when it mattered and we triumphed!

"Let's skedaddle, boys!"

"Well, they're certainly good at... skedaddling."

Sureee Linoone, go ahead and play the innocence card! I'm looking right through you 👁👁

And that's putting it mildly.

FYI: I'm skipping over the whole "Teresa using the Dimensional Scream because this treasure box seems sketch and could be a trap" thing because it's... not really necessary to the story.

...Annnnd here's the cincher. *shakes ten-year-old me for being too dumb to have all doubt expelled at this reveal* Gosh, we've managed to hit 30 images already, so I suppose let's move on to Part 3. I liked it better when I just crammed in as many photos as I could...

#pmd explorers #pokemon mystery dungeon #randomizer #post game #the guild's graduation exam #chapter 21

[xythlia]

For the ask game: #12, 13, and 21? 💙

ooohhh i can't wait to be a hater ^⁠_⁠^

12. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

asmo without a doubt. when it comes to him a lot of the fandom generally writes him off a sex pest under the guise of "he just makes me uncomfortable" which is valid to a point, but most ppl don't wanna sit with or examine why a character with his specific traits would make them uncomfortable to begin with. and they don't wanna do that because a lot of the time it would mean acknowledging things like how ppl who present like asmo irl are treated within the queer community (esp if they're not thin/white/conventionally attractive but still share his traits yk) & straight women specifically having to acknowledge the way they tokenify ppl like asmo/characters like him across media & irl. they enjoy the "pet gay" thing & generally dislike being challenged on why that's not actually ally behavior. asmos a good example of that "yas queen" token queer person groups of het women like to parade around like show dogs. asmo also resonated with me as someone who's experienced hypersexuality & exploiting myself for scraps of attention bc I thought that's all love or affection was, or rather it was the only kind of love or affection I'd ever be worth receiving. he makes me feel weirdly understood in that way, and that's why he's actually so close to my heart.

13. worst blorboficiation

mammon. like we've gotta be real w ourselves he does suck actually he acts like an asshole pretty consistently to his brothers & ppl treat it like they have no right to get incredibly angry over it but honestly if my irl brother stole my credit card and racked up insane amounts of debt for me or consistently roped me into some scheme that reads like a rube goldberg machine I'd probably consider killing him for at least a solid ten minutes. also him sucking is actually pretty important to his development, he starts to improve somewhat with mcs presence & advice/direction. like that's really really important actually

21. part of canon you think is overhyped

Lucifer's sexymanification via his canon sadist reputation. yes he's fucking scary powerful demon that also makes me salivate thinking about him playing tetris with my guts but he's also WEIRD. this is the guy who likes fucked up vinyls & cursed objects & wears the fucking church loafer 3000's & has way too much stress in his unending life of course he's gonna be weird as shit. any person irl with even a fraction of that amount of stress starts behaving like the characters from the lighthouse let him be odd & say odd shit

choose violence ask game

#tysm jes for letting me indulge #necessary enrichment in my enclosure #𓏲 ࣪₊ 💭 \ inbox #ask game

[devilshelter]

Heilo ladies and gentleladies

About me ✨

My name is Victor, DevilShelter (or just Shelter), HNwhoR (nee-hoo-ya) or Goner Hanged Man.

He/Him • Transmasc • Ace

I’m 21 y.o local artist who is dreaming about making an animated series one day. And also I’m making manga and other types of animation sometimes. And a little bit of games (not successful tho).

I’m from far far away lost and forgotten kingdom called ✨ Belarus ✨

Russian (native) • Belarussian (native) • English (A2) • Japanese (N3) • French (B1) (but didn’t practice in a long time)

Art status

General status: working on projects

Trades: no

Commissions: yep

About Rain World Tarot Cards

Status: in stock

Contain: 22 Major Arcana cards

Shipment: Worldwide

Price: $20 including shipping

Live photo (you can ask in dm for more)

About “Project: LIKORIS” (War and Flowers TF2 AU)

Status: abandoned

Done: 4/7 (main story), 0/2 (expansion)

Start reading on tumblr (don’t forget to check disclaimer)

Start reading on google doc

Tags: #project: likoris #war and flowers AU

Refs:

About other fan stuff

Industrial Sabotage AU: the DRG AU

Tags: #industrial sabotage AU

Center of the Earth: the RW AU

Tags: #karma rot au

Metamorphosis: Slay The Princess HC

Tags: #stp metamorphosis

About other projects

Hatgins Family: working on trailer. Here a lot of stuff I made so far (not including comics). Tags: #hatgins family

Eternal Inferno: working on script. Tags: #eternal inferno

One Hours Before the Apocalypse: finished, not translated. Tags: #OHBtA

WIP: Five Past One (co-op comic), Miasma: The Toxic Witch (co-op comic)

Plans: Hide and Seek (manga), Perfect YOU (manga), Poker (game), Lumps of Thoughts (game), Stargazer (Rain World mod), Untitled (manga), Untitled (game)

About askbox

Status: OPEN

Doodle requests: NO

You can ask something about me or my characters

I will not answer at any provocation sentences. I don’t want to be involved in drama thank you

Important

⚠️ My blog and any piece of media I make can contain triggers, blood, gore ⚠️

You can use my art as pfp

You can repost my arts with credit

You can repost and translate my comics and manga but PLEASE leave a link for original source

You can correct my grammar I don’t mind

You can DM me anytime

ANY adopt and character designs I was requested to make do not contain my watermark but watermark of owner

I do not save any commissions and adopts and do not track any new owners of my adopts

HF tag removed cuz I don’t want to accidentally trigger fandom with the same initials.

Last update: 23 april

#project: likoris #war and flowers au #hatgins family #eternal inferno #OHBtA #talkative shelter #shelter ask #gifts for devil #industrial sabotage au #stp metamorphosis #karma rot au

[danmainacc]

200 FOLLOWER EVENT !!

omg i can’t believe we’re already at 200 !! i am so thankful for all of your love and support despite my crazy upload schedule. so your gift is this !! you guys will be able to request a few details in a short imagine which I will write for you, sfw and nsfw ;) plz limit the dialogue to 3 per request. and I’ll add more dialogue later ( header credit to qoeww )

place !!

1. Mike, Tony, Lou’s/The Brothers’ Pizza

2. Living Room

3. Kitchen

4. Leo’s Bedroom

5. Donnie’s Bedroom

6. Raph’s Bedroom

7. Mikey’s Bedroom

8. Dojo

9. Alleyway

10. Rooftop

11. Turtle Tank

12. Shower/Tub/Pool

13. Central Park

14. Museum

15. Library

dialogue !!

16. “I’m gonna fight that guy for you.” “Please don’t...”

17. “Why didn’t you just ask for help?”

18. “Okay so.......funny story.....”

19. “You saved my life....why?”

20. “You’ll never lay a hand on her again.”

21. “You can sleep now. It’s safe. I’ll protect you.”

22. “Shut up and lay down. You’re sick and shouldn’t be working this hard.”

23. “I hope you don’t get up this early for just anyone.”

24. “Are you really asking questions right now? I have a gun pointed at you!” “Dude, you think you’re the first person to point a gun at me.”

25. “If we die like this, I’m gonna kill you.”

26. “I love you so much it hurts.”

27. “Name one time I’ve ever done _____.” “How much time ya go?”

28. “Say what you want and it’s yours.” “You.” “Coming right up-wait, WHAT?!”

29. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

30. “My dearest, the apple of my eye, light of my life, my-.” “What do you want?”

place !!

1. Mike, Tony, Lou’s/The Brothers’ Pizza

2. Living Room

3. Kitchen

4. Leo’s Bedroom

5. Donnie’s Bedroom

6. Raph’s Bedroom

7. Mikey’s Bedroom

8. Dojo

9. Alleyway

10. Rooftop

11. Turtle Tank

12. Shower/Tub/Pool

13. Central Park

14. Museum

15. Library

dialogue !!

31. “You shouldn’t have stuck your tongue down the throat of someone who loves you more.”

32. “I’m baring my soul to you and you’re horny??”

33. “Bed. Now.”

34. “Safe word is pi to the ninth decimal.”

35. “Fuck. Me.”

36. “Argue all you want, we both know you belong to me.”

37. “You like that, don’t ya?”

38. “Damn, that mouth of yours is gonna get you in trouble.”

39. “Shhh, they’ll hear us.”

40. “Bite me.”

41. “Head down, ass up.”

42. “Again. I wanna hear my name again.”

43. “You know what I want.”

44. “I want you so bad, it hurts.”

45. “Do you know how a turtle takes his mate?”

...

#rottmnt #rise of the tmmt #200 Follower Event

[countrymusiclover]

20 - Enrollment Destory Favorite Tree

Gif credit @bigbendyhorns

Part 21

She's Human or Weapon

@tyrionsprincess30 @groovy-lady @bigbendyhorns @logolepsic-insomniac @the-big-bad-klaus @ocappreciationtag

Hope's POV

Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, a school my parents decided to create so mutants didn't have to hide their gifts from a world that may fear them for it. Growing up you are told who are the good and bad people of the world. In my parents childhood my father looked as his powers as a gift. Whereas my mother viewed herself as a monster until she met my father. I am not sure how I see myself just yet. I am not afraid of my power but I am trying to control my emotions all at the same time. Shrugging on my jacket with the schools sign on my right arm I walked down the stairs trying not to bump into all the other students moving about. I haven't been alone in this school since I was a baby from what I am told. Some students even call me Little X since my father is Professor X and my mother Golden Flare

Hugging my notebook to my chest I roamed the hall seeing my father teaching the younger students by reading a passage from a book on his lap. "Let us now start fresh without remembrance, rather than live forward and backwards at the same time. Now, what on earth do we think that author meant...when he wrote a that..." He turned back towards the door noticing me and I glanced over my shoulder seeing two boys walking up with mom. "That's going to be your assignment for tomorrow. Top marks, everyone. Class dismissed." All the children got to their feet leaving the room as I tuck hair behind my ear smiling at him. "Alex, it's good to see you." My father grinned when the guy leans down hugging him. "Yeah you too. Who's this little one?" He pointed to me ruffling my hair playfully with a grin. My mother stepped around a boy with a bandages over his eyes, resting her freehand on my father's shoulder. Showing off her ring on her left hand to the Alex guy.

"Ah I knew you two would tie the knot eventually." Alex smirked when both my parents turned red at his statement which I haven't seen unless you count when I caught them kissing when I was seven years old. My father scratches the back of his neck eyeing me with a thought cry. "Help us out sweetie." I sent a reply back to him. "Got ya." Sticking my left hand forward I introduced myself to the Alex guy whose a friend of theirs clearly. "Hi I'm Hope, their daughter. It's nice to meet you. Who's the boy wearing bandages?" I have my father's manners to not pry into a person's mind freely. "This is my brother, Scott. It's nice to meet you too little Xavier." My father had regained his focus squeezing my mother's hand on his shoulder. "Hello Scott, welcome to the school for the Gifted." Scott scoffed standing still. "It doesn't exactly feel like a gift." Mom tilts her head motioning for everyone to follow us outside letting my father go first in his wheelchair. "It never does at first. Come on let's see what you can do Scott."

Our group walks out onto the lawn where there's a pond that separated us from the trees on the other side. One of the trees being my father's favorite that he and my mother got married under when I was an infant. My father put his wheelchair to a stop with my mother standing beside him. Jean Grey another telepath watched us pausing her archery practice she was doing. "The first step in learning to control one's power is to learn the extent of it. Now why don't you take off you bandages and see what we're dealing with here." Alex took off his brother's bandages but the boy doesn't open his eyes for a moment. My father starts to reach over to encourage until two red Lazer beams shot from Scott's eyes. I jumped backwards alongside my mother. My father covered his head with his arm watching the energy go across the pond sticking his favorite tree. "Bloody awesome!" I mumbled under my breath rising from my ducking position on the ground. "Holy crap.." Mother lowered her arms from over her head eyeing my father in shock and slight awe seeing a red line going up the middle of the tree.

"My grandfather planted that tree when he was five years old - I used to swing from the branches as a child." My father chuckled nervously trying to find the right words hearing the tree snapping. Right before our eyes the tree broke in two causing students around to start wondering who had destroyed it. "That was the tree I got married under, Alex.." Mother told the boy rubbing a hand down her arm. "I think that was probably my favorite tree...wouldn't you say Aurora?" Father moved his sunglasses up a little on his nose still baffled that it just happened before his eyes. Scott keeps his eyes closed asking completely terrified they would be angry. "Does that mean I'm expelled?" Both my parents just snorted in laughter making me smile at the boy even though he couldn't see me. "On the contrary. You're enrolled." I walk off hearing my father breathing in awe. "If I had known yesterday was the last we would sit underneath that tree Rora. I would have savored the moment more." My mother climbed in his lap laying her head on his chest whispering calmly. "Awe I'm sorry baby. I'll find a student who has the ability to save plants. Hopefully they can fix it." He kisses her forehead before I spun around the corner running off to find my friend Charlie.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

#she's human or weapon #charles xavier x oc #erik lehnsherr x oc #james mcavoy #michael fassbender #jenny boyd #danielle rose russell #hope xavier #charles xavier or erik lensherr #charles xavier #charles xavier x reader #x men charles xavier x reader #x men erik lensherr x reader #erik lensherr #erik lenhsherr x reader #x men raven #mystique #jennifer lawrence #x men first class #x men days of future past #x men apocalypse #x men x reader #x men #x men fanfiction #professor x #magneto #wattpad fanfiction #ask box is open for feedback #comments really appreciated #erik lensherr x reader

[strawberrymilk4k]

MUSIC ASKS

I’m bored and I thought this would be fun to fill out

I don’t know who to credit this to because I found this on Pinterest

^ If you know who originally did this, then please reblog and credit them ^

also one more thing- I’ll be using this “🖤” emoji to indicate my favorites

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1. a song you like with a color in the title:

“Black Hole Sun“ by Soundgarden 🕳 ☀ (< I’m hilarious) 🖤

2. a song you like with a number in the title:

“7 Weeks & 3 Days″ by yungatita (it’s 2 numbers so I hope it counts lol)

3. a song that reminds you of summertime:

“Can’t Do It Without You” by Austin Moon (yes- the “Austin and Ally” theme song)

 4. a song that reminds you of someone you would rather forget about:

“Because Of You“ by Kelly Clarkson (my dad 🗑)

5. a song that needs to be played LOUD:

“AMERICAN HORROR SHOW“ by SNOW WIFE 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ 🖤

6. a song that makes you want to dance:

“Magic Dance“ by David Bowie (from the soundtrack of “Labyrinth“) 🖤

7. a song to drive to:

“Those Eyes“ by New Coast (I can’t drive but I’d imagine it's nice to drive to) 🖤

8. a song about drugs or alcohol:

“Medicine“ by Daughter (this song fucking kills me-) 🖤

9. a song that makes you happy:

“In a Week” by Hozier & Karen Cowley (Hozier my beloved-) 🖤

10. a song that makes you sad:

“Lithium” by Evanescence (it’s so powerful yet so sweet and sad)

11. a song that makes you angry:

“Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve“ by Taylor Swift 🕛 🖤

 (GIVE ME BACK MY GIRLHOOD- IT WAS MINE FIRST) 

12. a song that you never get tired of:

“Breathe“ by Anna Nalick (it’s so- 😫) 🖤

13. a song from your preteen years:

“More Than a Band“ by Lemonade Mouth 😭🖤

14. one of your favorite 80s songs:

“Come on Eileen” by Dexys Midnight Runners 🖤

15. a song you would love to be played at your wedding:

“But I Do Love You“ by LeAnn Rimes (from the soundtrack of “Coyote Ugly”) 🖤

16. a song you like that is a cover by another artist:

“Lovely“ by Lauren Babic & Seraphim (originally by Billie Eilish) 🖤

17. one of your favorite classical songs:

“Für Elise” by Ludwig van Beethoven 

18. a song you would sing for a duet at karaoke:

“Dead Girl Walking“ by Barrett Wilbert Weed & Ryan McCartan 🎤🎤

(^ from the musical version of the original 1980s “Heathers” ^)

19. a song from the year you were born:

“Hey Ya!“ by OutKast (my birthday is February 4th, 2004)

20. a song that makes you think about life:

“Slipping Through My Fingers“ by Meryl Streep & Amanda Seyfried

(^ originally done by ABBA ^)

21. a song that has many meanings to you:

“We’ll Never Have Sex“ by Leith Ross 🖤

(the different meanings I see in it are: pure affection, asexuality, and TW-

trauma from sa and dealing with that during a relationship)

22. a favorite song with a person’s name in the title:

“Thérèse” by Maya Hawk 🖤

23. a song that makes you want to move forward:

“The Show Must Go On“ by Queen (and it never fails to make me cry) 

24. a song that you think everybody should listen to:

“That’s A Woman” by Celtic Thunders Ryan Kelly & Paul Byrom 🖤

(I recommend watching the performance- if you decide to look it up) 

25. a song by a band you wish were still together:

“I Want To Hold Your Hand“ by T.V. Carpio (originally by The Beatles)

(^ from the soundtrack of “Across The Universe” ^)

26.  a song by an artist no longer living:

“You Send Me“ by Sam Cooke 🖤

27. a song that makes you want to fall in love:

“Home“ by Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros 🖤

28. a song that breaks your heart:

“Pretty” by Korn (it’s a ROUGH song so please listen with caution)

29. a song by an artist with a voice you love:

“Songbird“ by Naya Rivera 🕊🖤

30. a song you remember from your childhood:

“Little Wonders“ by Rob Thomas (from the “Meet The Robinsons” soundtrack)🖤

31. a song that reminds you of yourself:

“Eye of the Tiger“ by Survivor (I played a lot of Guitar Hero 😂)

(I went to a drag race when I was little and don’t know what happened but there was a long intermission between rounds, so I stood up on the bleachers and sang “Eye of the Tiger” for everybody’s entertainment. I got a “Cars” poster to color in, by a guy who worked there and I was SO happy- to this day I don’t know if he did it because he thought I was funny or to get me to shut up lmao)

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okay! this took a lot longer than I planned but I’m all done :) I hope y’all enjoyed 

if you want to check out my Spotify it’s “strawberrymilk4k” 🖤🖤

#music asks #music questions #music #this was super fun #I'm sorry I couldn't give credit

[rookie-critic]

Rookie Critic's Film Review Weekend Wrap-Up - Weeks of 5/8-5/14/2023 & 5/15-5/21/2023

My apologies for the review interruption over the past couple of weeks. The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom came out and that has taken up all of my free time. HOWEVER, I have still be watching movies like normal, so here's a slightly condensed Weekend Wrap-Up for ya.

Are You There God? It's Me, Margaret. (2023, dir. Kelly Fremon Craig) This was wonderful. I already wrote a full review on it, so I won't gush any more about it here, but I have literally 0 complaints. Just a beautiful, fun, and heartfelt look at pre-adolescence and motherhood. A good time for all ages.

Score: 10/10

Only in theaters. You can read my full review of Are You There God? It's Me, Margaret. here.

Hypnotic (2023, dir. Robert Rodriguez) Robert Rodriguez sure knows how to write twists and turns in a plot. The directions that Hypnotic's story goes in were pleasantly unpredictable and exciting. Sadly, the film overall is very tonally uneven. It's got traces of Rodriguez's signature camp, but they're just that, traces. The movie as a whole tries to play itself a little more seriously than a plot this crazy requires, and it ends up overshooting the entertainment value into territory that feels a little disingenuous. Ben Affleck and William Fichtner, who really needs to be in more stuff, were both high points of the film, and the color correction on certain aspects of the movie felt really inspired. Rodriguez got the the look down to a T, I just don't think he quite stuck the landing.

Score: 6/10

Only in theaters.

BlackBerry (2023, dir. Matt Johnson) What an unexpected masterpiece of comedic historical dramatization, this was. The comedy was excellent, the acting was excellent, the stylizes cinematography was excellent. Everything about this film was engaging, fun, and satisfying. It's also, as a side-effect, incredibly informative. I haven't done the research into fact vs. fiction on this one, but if even half of the stuff that happened in this was true, what an absolute farce history of Research in Motion and the BlackBerry was, and I mean that in the most grateful, loving way possible. We wouldn't be where we are today without this little device, and as much of a clusterfuck as the history of it's existence seems to be, I'm glad we're here. This is easily one of the best things I've seen so far this year, and so far it seems to be flying severely under the radar. If you have a theater near you that's showing this, do yourself a favor and catch a screening of it and BUCKLE UP for a wild fun ride.

Score: 10/10

Only theaters. Plus, @prozdvoices was in it, which really makes it an 11/10.

Fool's Paradise (2023, dir. Charlie Day) I wanted this to be so great. I absolutely adore Charlie Day and when I heard he would be directing his first feature film with the cast that this movie has I got so excited. To its credit, the first half of the film is genuinely hilarious, an homage to Keaton/Chaplin-era physical comedy while exhibiting the beginnings of a biting satire on Hollywood, but somewhere in the middle of it all Day's script looses its footing and never really gets it back. The slapstick goes out the window, the comedy stops being funny and trades that in for bewildering, and the conclusion to it all ends up being wholly unsatisfying and, honestly, made the whole thing feel like a waste of time. If the second half had been anywhere near as good as the first, this would be a very different review, but it wasn't, so here we are. Better luck on the sophomore feature, Day.

Score: 4/10

Only in theaters.

Fast X (2023, dir. Louis Leterrier) I really don't understand the poor reviews this one is getting if other entries in this franchise have been well received. It's not without it's issues, as most of the FF films aren't, but it is still one helluva ride. I will say probably my biggest complaint with this one is that some of it just looks.... odd. Like the CG is whatever, I'm down with the shitty CG in these movies at this point, that's just part of the Fast & Furious charm, but there are shots that just look strange. I'm not really sure how to put it, like the foreground is at one FPS and the background is at another. Just very uncanny valley. It gives the film a look and feel to it that's unlike any of the other films, and in that way I wasn't a huge fan. That being said, the crazy car action is second-to-none and nearly non-stop, and the script handles the Family being split up for most of the film way better than past installments have with that same setup. This will most likely be my full-length come Wednesday, so I'll leave it there for now, but just know that, if you like this franchise, Fast X is going to give you everything you've come to love about it and expect from it.

Score: 7/10

Only in theaters.

Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: The Movie - (2022, dir. Andy Suriano & Ant Ward) This was watched as part of my college friend group's movie nights at the request of a friend whose birthday was coming up. I've never seen the show and don't really know anything about it past what I've been told by said friend and just my general TMNT knowledge (although this iteration of the heroes in a half-shell is very different than what most people would be used to). It was genuinely wonderful. The animation was spectacularly breathtaking (seriously, I can't hype up how gorgeously animated this film is), and the story, as Days of Future Past-y as it was, felt very fresh. The personalities of the Turtles are different from the original, but it's all a very welcome change. Raphael and Leonardo are practically flipped, with Raph taking on the "big brother" role that's normally occupied by Leo and Leo taking on the "aloof and antagonistic" role that's normally occupied by Raph. Donatello is more or less the same, a genius idiosyncratic inventor, but in this version he canonically has autism, which is represented well and the laughs that come from his character are never at the expense of his disorder. Similarly, Michelangelo is basically the same as his original counterpart (even moreso than Donnie), but in this story he canonically has ADHD. All of their clashing personality types meld together so well, and the chemistry between them is even more infectious, I would say, than the original versions of the characters. They could not have nailed what makes the central four brothers work, while also giving audiences a entirely new central four at the same time, than they did. As far as the villain of the film goes, the way the Kraang (who are depicted here as an entire race of creatures) are represented here is truly unsettling and almost in a Cronenberg/Lynch vein that I absolutely loved. RotTMNT: The Movie drops in you into its world, doesn't mince words, and gets you out of there in a cool 86 minutes, and it was a stellar time. I will, without question, be checking out the show as a result. If you're the kind of TMNT fan that's receptive and open to different takes on this world and these characters, then you'll love this.

Score: 8/10

Currently streaming on Netflix.

STILL: A Michael J. Fox Movie (2023, dir. Davis Guggenheim) This has got to be one of the most unique and intriguing documentaries I've ever seen. The way Fox's story is told here is stunning, using a mix of modern narration, dramatic re-enactment, and archival footage (acting as both legitimate archival footage and as a narrative device at separate times) to accent and highlight the actor's life in the most poignant, striking way possible. Fox himself has such an electric personality it's hard not to fall in love with him over the course of the film's 95 minutes (that is, of course, if you weren't already in love him before). I read somewhere that there's nothing particularly revelatory about STILL, but I beg to differ. I'll admit, showing the portrait of a man's life who had it all, had taken the world by storm and was running away with it, only to be knocked down in his prime by something wholly out of control isn't anything too new. However, what makes STILL work, and what sets it apart, is that the story doesn't stop there. Fox refuses to give up. He's not fooling himself at the reality of his situation with Parkinson's, but he remains hopeful, he remains vivid, and he remains electric. Fox refuses to quit, to back down from his life, and is actively maintaining any control he can still have over it. It's inspiring and heartbreaking all at the same time, one never replacing the other, both coexisting in every moment, and that's not a particularly easy thing to pull off. I was quite taken by this, and urge all with access to check it out.

Score: 10/10

Currently streaming on Apple TV+.

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