#I was dumped for someone way prettier than me

[darqx]

Hi I understand if you don't reply, but I was wondering if you have any advice to beginners who want to start making their ocs a reality? (Like in the sense of having Charecters that have been in your thoughts for a while, but it's hard to encapsulate them into physical form?) As I have some that id like to make either into a game or comic but I'm a little stuck..

Also I'm curious if there will be any other content with the best boy himself rire?? : 0

Hullo! Ah, (physically) designing characters, how fun ❤️ - there is part of a reason why I only have a handful of them lol XD; ANYWAY here are three things that help me, so hopefully they can help you as well :)

(I'll use Demon!Rire as an example as unless you are an old guard of mine, he will probably be the most recognisable of my characs.)

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❓What do you know about them?

First of all since you already have your character in mind, congratulations you are most of the way there already! It's helpful to know the general vibe of them. And I don't mean the super detailed things that may arise from like..."Get to know your OC" quizzes - we are more looking for the core feeling of a character here. If you dumped this character into different AUs what things are going to stay the same/similar? Some things you should consider are:

What is their personality like? Why do they do the things they do?

Do I already have any physical traits for them in mind? Hair/eye/skin colour? Body type? Age? Name??

📝 Write a simple paragraph or some dot points about your character with these things in mind.

---EXAMPLE---

Sophisticated and charming, Rire outputs an aura of power and elegance. His pleasing physical appearance and gentlemanly demeanour usually enchants or commands people. Realistically, he is extremely manipulative and sadistic, and finds entertainment in the reactions of others.

---/EXAMPLE---

🤔 Make informed choices

Ok cool, you know something about your charac! Now build upon what you know to make them real - it is important here to try and match your design choices with the characterisation and "why"s of the character, and less with what you personally think will be cool/cute/whatever. What I mean by this is just pretend they are a person you are describing to a forensic sketch artist - you are giving "facts" as to what you think they look like not making stuff up (eg you would NOT be like "oh yeh she was totally a punk rocker however i'm going to say she wore a long flowing gown cos I think she'd look prettier in it?"*)

*Note that designing a character with opposites in mind can work out if you can at least answer the cursory "why" of it being a part of the character design. For eg maybe the punk rocker is secretly the alter ego of a socialite - flowing gowns and high fashion by day, grunge by night. Like Batman.

📝 Feel free to use dress up doll games and image searches for particular types of clothes/hairstyles/etc if you need inspiration. Thumbnail a bunch of different designs and see what works.

---EXAMPLE---

In my prev example paragraph I highlighted a few things in red. Here I'll break down how they can help craft a physical appearance:

Sophisticated and charming / elegance - to me, these combined make me think of ballrooms and black tie functions and nice suits. A well tailored outfit and someone who knows how to wear them.

Gentlemanly demeanour (well to some degree lol) - since I already know he's hundreds of years old (973 to be exact) I decided that an aristocratic Victorian-esque aesthetic would suit him. Somewhere in between a modern look and something with a bit more fantasy steampunk flair. He smiles quite genially until he's doing it with all his teeth.

Aura of power - he's got to be a bit of an imposing character so he's quite tall (or at least taller than all of my other characs) and carries himself confidently. Hooray for the ability to loom. Dark colours for this character, to cut an impressive figure.

Pleasing physical appearance - kinda stereotypical type of good looks that aesthetically most people would be like "yeh he's pretty". Athletic build - muscular but not bulky, broad shoulders, tapered waist etc etc.

Extremely manipulative - first of all, he looks rather human, for a demon - his entire species is designed very particularly like that. Then there's the sunglasses. The "why" [does he wear them] is they function to hide his eyes (one of the main parts of him that give away his demon-ness), but also as a bit of a red flag to the audience that something isn't quite right with him. I mean, look past his charm and he wears them all the time. The black and yellow colour scheme also ties in as warning colours ⚠️

Put them all together and this was one of my first sketches of Demon!Rire.

*Note that I already more or less knew how he looked other than his outfit; you will probably have a lot more sketch duds as you figure out what your character looks like.

---/EXAMPLE---

🔐 Don't lock yourself in

Despite the fact I've just said "pretend your character is a person", remember you're still their creator so obviously you have final say over them. Sometimes you'll find that they grow and change from what you initially thought of them (or you just evolve in how you draw them). Don't be afraid to make the tweaks and changes that enhance these - whether they be physical or core characteristics - and you'll get closer to the true character you always had in mind.

---EXAMPLE--

I now draw Rire with a more pronounced V-shape, longer, wavier hair, and somehow he ended up with way more pronounced eyelashes than I usually draw on my male characs. Which works out quite well considering how I tend to draw his eyes. Anyway the point of this is that these things developed over time as I kept drawing him.

---/EXAMPLE---

🍀 Try it out with your own characs! Have fun and don't force yourself to try and get it "right" on the first go.

#prettyboysmakegravezz #character design #ref #character design tips #hope this is kinda helpful! #also honestly have fun aye #long post #also as for other content with rire there kinda is but he's not really the main charac lol #also who knows when that will come out im a bit pedantic planning a webcomic #sz

[juvenillia]

~ tangled series~ part 1

John 'Soap' MacTavish x fem!reader x Simon 'Ghost' Riley

summary: Johnny needs release, when he got denied from his usual partner he searches out for someone new. A casual ons, but he found something different and things become...complicated.

a/n: Had a spontanous idea and that is the product of it. Let me know what you think. [I don't have much experience writing so smut so I'm thankful for every criticism]

cw/tw: suggestive content, pure smut , bi!Soap, Ghoap, flirting, petnames, piv, unprotected sex, fingering, drinking, open relationship/situationship

worcount: 2.4k

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„Are ya so desperate? “Kyle laughed out, gulping on his beer while eyeing the frustrated face of the Scot.

“Dinnea yer’ve needs?” he exhaled while sipping halfhearted on his whiskey.

“Looks like not as strong as yours.” He smiled and bit back the smug grin. Trying to show a bit more empathy. They had a few days off, still deployed at the end of the world in a small town, before heading back to base. Some days to rest and blow off some steam. John and Simon mostly stayed in the hotel, just relaxing, and catching up to some sleep. Sometimes all of them would head out, but this time both were more reserved. Johnny visited the same bar for the second day now, just to find a cute girl to get laid. He was already needy, but after such a mission, he needed to get some things out of his system. But somehow his charisma didn’t seem to work. So, Kyle agreed to play wingman for him, but just now another local beauty ditched him.

“I think ‘m gonna explode by the end of the night.” Johnny sunk into the seat, legs fully stretched out under the table.

“Why don’t ya just visit Lt again?” Kyle suggested with a smug grin and Johnny shrugged.

“’s complicated right now…”

“And still, he’s fine with you searching for a woman?” Johnny nodded while pushing the edge of his glass against his lips. “Really don’t get ya two.” Kyle exhaled while patting the shoulder of his teammate. “Okay, the next woman walking through that door…” He pointed at the entry. “…will be your company for the night.” Johnny rolled with his eyes, but still those were pinned on the wooden door.

“Bad cop, good cop.” Kyle stated while walking over to the already crowded bar before Johnny could even say something.

It only took mere minutes before it opened again, and Kyle immediately clapped in his hands. Johnny even raised his brows at the sight in front of him.

You just made your way up to the bar, all alone, in nothing more than a sweet summer dress hugging your curves just perfectly, hair still dump from the late-night swim in the ocean next to the bar. Prettier than every woman Johnny had witnessed through the whole days. To be honest, he couldn’t remember seeing such a pretty thing in a very long time. The sheer thought of you and him made his pants grew a bit tighter.

“Wait…” His words met deaf ears as Kyle already bumped into you and spilled his beer all over you. Making your dress clung to your chest even more than before.

“Woah can’t ya be damn careful.” He fake-drunken cried out, while steading himself next to you at the bar. You literally glared at him.

“Excuse me?!”

“Spilled…my bloody beer all over those...” He let his hands hover over your breasts, and you had the urge to slap him right into his face. Just then he got shoved away. “Damn, pal…” Kyle cried out while Johnny stood between him and you. You raised a brow at the scenery.

“Fuck off and leave the lass alone.”

“Who do ya think ya…” Kyle couldn’t complete his sentence as Johnny pushed him forcefully back once more and he trailed away.

Now the Scot faced you with a nearly shy smile. “Yer alright?” His voice was deep but still soft. A small smile appearing on your lips, and you nodded.

“Kinda used to something like this.” You exhaled while taking a napkin he handed you. Carefully taping it over your cleavage and Johnny couldn’t help but stare.

He had to shake his mind clear before speaking again. “Then I owe yer an apology in the name of all those blaigeards. Let me buy yer a drink.” [bastards] He smiled, and you rose a brow at him at the accent, but you didn’t push it any further.  Just from the corner of his eyes he could see a simple thumbs up from Gaz before the Brit left the bar himself, leaving you to it.

“Why not.” You extended your hand, and he took it and placed a quick peck onto the back of your hand.

Eventually that’s the reason you found yourself in a hotel elevator, pressed against the wooden wall, straddling the man as he pushed his tongue past your lips. His hands roaming all over your body and staying firmly at your thighs, while pushing you up against the wall even more. Your hands took grip of the strains of hair while your kisses grew more heated. Both of your heads empty and light. Just the little ring of the elevator announcing your arrival of the destinated floor let you part for mere seconds.

“I’m Johnny.” He beamed at you and mirrored his smile. You told him your common nickname and he repeated it sweetly before ordering you your preferred drink.

You spent some more time talking and drinking when he once in while placed his calloused hand not so decently on your thigh or on top of your hand. Always keeping eye contact that nearly made you get lost in it. But you couldn’t care, as you enjoyed his company a bit too much.

He didn’t let go of your hand while dragging you after him. He just stopped in front of his door to place a deep kiss onto your lips. He stroked a loose strain of hair behind your ear. “So damn beautiful.” He then pushed the door open and lifted you up with ease. Your legs wrapping around his torso as he carried you in, kicking the door shut before throwing you on the bed. He didn’t even waste another second and yanked his shirt over his head away before crawling on bed to you. The sight of him made you grin, while you felt the heat between your legs rise.

“Come here,” you demanded with a smug smile, and he gladly obeyed, placing himself on top of you before his mouth crashed down on yours again. More passionate and wet than before. Your hands found his nape to pull him closer into you while you kept his pace. His hands wandering down your body, slowly lifting the hem of your dress and slipping beneath. His palm found your nearly bare ass, only covered in such a small piece of fabric and he let out a deep groan. His voice sent shivers down your spine as you slowly parted your legs to feel more of him and you did. You could intensely feel his hardened member grinding over your still clothed crotch, and it let fall some delicate moans out of your mouth. Just before he started kissing you again.

He planted kiss after kiss down your jawline to your neck. Biting on your soft flesh as another moan brushed over your lips and you tried to muffle it. “Dinnea hold back, bonnie. Let me hear yer.” His breath against your skin was such an added sensation when his hand wandered from your ass to your front. Rubbing lazy circles over your still clothed cunt. He slowly sat back, pushing your dress just above your hips to gain him better access. He let his fingers push past your panties while a finger run through your slit. “Hmm, already so fuckin’ wet. Only for me,” he chimed while his other hand wandered to the tent in his pants. Rubbing above the fabric of his trousers while his other hand started to explore your sensitive regions. Earning him another row of moans. Just when he pushed two digits inside of you, you arched your back at the sudden sensation.

“More.”, you only begged as he curled them inside you, and he groaned at your demand.

 “Fuck, bonnie,” he said while biting his lower lip. His hands were pinned on you, staring in your already lust drunken face. Usually, he would take his time with his hook up. Making his partner for the night completely cock drunk before even pushing him inside of them, letting them cum on his mouth, then his fingers until they were a brabbling mess, but he couldn’t hold himself back. Not when you were so delicate placed for him, and his cock was already throbbing and twitching at all the sweet sounds you gave him. He needed you right now. No time for any regrets or second thoughts. “Yer look so fuckin’ good beneath me,” he said while unbuckling his belt and the sight in front of you gave you weak knees. Johnny was an average man, but still so handsome. As he took the time to free himself from the last clothes you did the same with your dress. Leaving you only in your panties.

He moved down to plant some more kisses along your stomach before tearing your soaked panties down with his mouth, mind already completely feral as he got a taste of you. “Spread them legs wider for me lass,” he said while squeezing your thighs and placing him between them. His hand sloppy stroking his hard member a few times, smearing precum over his length. His eyes find yours again. “Tell me, when something feels wrong,” he said with a smug smile while lining himself up with your entry and pushing slowly in.

“Fuck, Johnny,” you cried out while arching your back. He shamelessly pushed deeper and deeper until bottomed out. Grunts left his throat, while his hands took grip of your hips to keep you in place as he began to thrust into you in an unforgivable pace.

“Takin’ me so damn well. Tell me how it feels,” he demanded while his hips slam against your body. One of his hands finding your leg to drab it over his shoulder, gaining him better and deeper access and it made you cry out. Tears of pure joy running down your cheeks as your hands cling onto the sheets.

“Doin’ so good pup. Keep going’, darlin’ “ You cried out while your back arched even more.

“Steamin’ jesus…” The petnames completely sending him into abyss. He could feel how your walls clenched around him and all that made it hard for him. Hard to contain himself as he was balls deep inside you. And you could feel how close he was, how sloppy his movements grew. You reached out to his neck to pull him down with you. Taking grip of his neck while his cock kept pushing against that sweet spongy spot inside of you. Tears started to roll down your face again and you could feel the tingle inside of you grow.

God, you were close, non-stop clenching around his hard member. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, biting on your neck, trying to hold him back a bite more. “I want ya cum inside…ya hear me pup.” Your tone was so different to earlier. So, demanding and he could do nothing than obey. His thrusts grew harder, as your fingers claw on his back. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t care, not when you felt so perfectly made for him. Your tight cunt soaking him in while he chased his release.

Just with some more thrusts he completely spilled his seed inside of you. “Christ yes,” you cried out while your hips bucked forward to meet his and you could feel his orgasm triggering your own. You panted while he placed kiss after kiss onto your exposed skin, and you kept him tight to you.

“Did so good for me, lass.” He gently said while cleaning you up. He definitely didn’t want to let go of you. Besides some experimental experiences with Ghost, this was by far the best sex he had, and he would totally annoy the shit out of Gaz and his Lieutenant about it. After cleaning everything up, pulling some underwear on you both, he gave you an olive shirt of his. It was a usual military one and it made you giggle the slightest. Even more when he pulled you onto his chest. “Stay,” he plead while placing a kiss onto the crown of your head. You pulled him down to you for another deep and passionate kiss. If Johnny only knew it would’ve been the last time, he would feel your lips onto him. For now…

He woke up early in the morning just to find out that you were already gone. No note, no number. Nothing was left, only a sheer memory and a frustration settled in his guts. Right now, the thought of him being nothing more than a one night stand made him feel utilized. Usually nothing was wrong about it because that’s how those things worked out. But you awakened something in him that made him want more. It felt so different to anything he had experienced before. But sadly, he didn’t know much more than your nickname, and the way you felt around him when pleasure took the best of both of you.

Weeks passed and he could finally sort things out with Simon, as their situationship grew to something more constant. Still, he couldn’t forget about that one night that still left him breathless. A night he got off to so many times when alone in his room. Always wondering what your favorite color might be, or which music you preferred on long roads. If you were a morning or an evening person. If you preferred dogs over cats. There were so many things he wanted to know about you. It kind of made him feel empty. He found solace in your fateful meeting, as much as he found peace next to Ghost. And even when sleeping curled up against Simon, he couldn’t forget the feeling of you tugged up his chest in his shirt. If he only knew what he got himself into…

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[bellascool]

Hi ! I love your imagine ! 💓 Can you make a Gavi x reader. Where the reader being criticised by gavi’s fangirls about her physic and that Gavi can find many better girls than her so she stars crying and overthinking about her relationship with him and she thinks to leave but Gavi will arrive and ask her why she cries. Thank you if you’ll do it

Hii, thanks for requesting bae (and thanks for the love <33) 💕

INSECURE

masterlist

request on my profile

posted : 18/02/23 (European date)

Being compared and critics are killing you slowly

You grabbed your phone and put it on the dressing table to start a live.

You pressed the live button and made sure there was no filter since you didn't like it.

"Hi everyone, today I'm showing you my makeup routine!" you happily said while putting on your makeup headband

"You look gross without makeup."

"Thanks God she's not going to stay like this. Hopefully makeup will hide your ugliness."

You acted like you didn't read these comments, keeping your smile while you felt a small knot forming in your throat.

"A lot of you guys asked for my routine so here I am!" You started applying cream on your face

"The secret for a smooth skin is hydratation! Make sure to use some cream before doing your makeup and after taking it off."

"Absolutely no one asked but ok sure"

"Your own advice doesn't work on yourself. Your skin is horrible just like your big belly lmao"

You kept on laughing to the other nice comments but you couldn't ignore what they said.

"Are you and Gavi still together?" you read out lout while blending your concealer

"Of course we are! I never loved someone like him and- oh my, I'm so embarrassing" you cut yourself laughing at how easily you could talk about your love for your boyfriend

"Someone tell her to shut the fuck up"

"He could do better tbh. There are a lot of girls way prettier than her who could kill for him"

Your smile faded a little as you started overthinking about that one comment.

It wasn't even a lie. There's so many girls with perfect body, perfect smile, who doesn't need makeup to look like the future miss universe and yet, he still chose you.

You weren't that special, yes you were pretty but compared to all these girls.

Aww man, why can't I be perfect like them too?

"Are you okay? Why did you suddenly stop smiling and talking ?"

"Oh I'm sorry, my ADHD isn't helping me stay focused" you tried to hide your pain with some humor while you just wanted to disappear right now

"And then I add some mascara, I personally use the maybelline lash sensational sky high mascara, best mascara ever!" you said in a fake happy tone

"You look so fake. Gavi is probably dating you to use you for the medias or something."

"I don't understand, Adriana Falco is so much prettier than you. I hope Gavi dumps you for her."

That was it, you had enough, you felt tears forming and didn't wanted to cry in front of everyone like that.

"I'm sorry I gotta go, see ya" you quickly mumbled before ending the live as the tears and pain you held finally left your body

You started to cry harder and harder, remembering all the comments.

It wasn't the first time that people compared you and told you that you didn't deserved a guy like Pablo but you always let it slide and now all the accumulation was bursting out with your tears.

You took your head between your hands as your breath quickened at how hard you were crying, making your shoulders bounce while your whole body was shaking.

Well you knew that you wasn't attractive enough for a handsome boy like Pablo so you tried to hide it with humor.

Maybe you really don't deserve him, I mean, he's pretty, nice, famous, rich, funny, caring while you were quite the opposite.

You didn't even hear the door open and the boy throwing his bag as he rushed to hug you.

"Oh my God, y/n what's wrong?" he was standing next to you who was sitting which means you had your head against his abs, his arms around your shoulders hugging you tightly "I was gone for a hour and you were fine before I left, what happened?" he asked confused

You tried to speak but all you could get out of your mouth were sobs.

Pablo kissed your head as he softly stroked your back to comfort you, understanding that you couldn't speak.

"It doesn't even matter, come here" he gently picked you up bride style and made you lay on your mellow bed, putting the blanker on top of your body

"Wait a second"

He then disappear from the room, leaving you and your thoughts alone, you felt a little better thanks to him but not enough to stop crying.

He came back 2 mins later with a tray full of snacks and his grey sweater that you loved which he did too and never let you steal it from him.

He put the tray on the nightstand next to the bed and came next to you, giving you a small kiss on your wet cheek before handing you the piece of cloth you always wanted.

"Put it on, linda" you did as he asked, you immediately stopped crying as if you were a kid who would stop if you gave him a lollipop

Pablo noticed it too which made him chuckle before going under the blanket, pulling you against his warm body with his arm around your back so you're laying on top of him now.

You wrapped your arms around his torso while he put on your favorite movie.

He looked down at you, putting his hand on your right cheek, softly caressing it before he gave you a little kiss on your lips.

"Better?" he whispered as if he talked too loudly he would hurt you, you hummed in response and watched the start of the movie

"I love you, thanks for taking care of me" you

mumbled against his chest

"I will always take care of my favorite person" he softly smiled, followed by you, loving the nickname he gave you

"Pablo can I ask you something?" you broke the cute moment as you lifted your head to look at him in the eyes

"What is it hermosa?"

"Would you.. I mean do you really think that I'm pretty? Please be honest." you looked away, embarrassed as he was confused

"You're the prettiest girl on earth, of course you are" he said as if it was obvious

"But my body-"

"Your body is perfect the way it is" he cut you off

"There are girls that are prettier with a better body than mine though" you mumbled

He cupped your cheeks with his hands, forcing you to look at him. He had a serious face.

"Y/n I don't care about other girls, I only care about you and I know that you're the prettiest, nicest, most caring person and I have so many words to describe how perfect you are so stop comparing yourself to other girls. And if people try to convince you otherwise then they're jealous because they can't have what you got." he said in a calm yet serious voice

You felt a tear running down your cheek but this time, it was a happy tear.

He wiped it off with his thumb and connected your lips together in a soft and passionate kiss.

The kiss was delicate and you couldn't help but smile against his lips, happy to have him.

When you pulled out, you rested your head against his shoulder as his hands wrapped against your waist, pulling you even closer then you already were, a smile on his face, glad to have you as his girlfriend.

Funny how his words could impact you so much in a positive way.

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[thedeathlysallows]

Last Christmas

Pairing: Felix x Female!Reader

Summary: This year, to save me from tears, I'll give it to someone special

Warnings: smut. p in v, Dom!Felix, spanking, blood play, oral (f! receiving), unprotected sex

With Thanksgiving over and my birthday on the horizon, the Christmas season has started for me (though tbh I am in fact one of those people who loves Christmas year round). So enjoy this celebratory story!

"This is a disaster," you complain to no one in particular. "I can't believe I got roped into this."

When Gianna approached you about attending her work's Christmas party you had initially declined. You've seen her paychecks, her apartment, her wardrobe. It's a whole fucking lot. There's absolutely no way you could confidently rub elbows with the people she works with.

But then she gave you the puppy dog eyes.

And then she gave you an "old dress" of hers that just so happened to be your exact size.

On top of all that, she also gave you a matching pair of heels and a new purse.

You couldn't say that after being so spoiled by your best friend.

"Oh, hush," Gianna tells you. "This isn't so bad."

"We're in masks!"

She shrugs. "It's a masquerade. You should be a bit more grateful, ya know. If you weren't here with me you would be at your own work function with-"

You raise a hand, effectively cutting her off. "Don't. I don't want to think about him."

Gianna lifts a brow, her eyes silently teasing you as she hides her smile behind her wine glass. "Then don't."

"I need a drink." You heave a dramatic sigh as you slip off your barstool and slink through the crowd to find the bar.

The large ballroom is packed to the brim with people, most of them chatting with one another in small groups while a few others dance wherever they can find the space. It's strange that, despite the larger number of people in the room, you aren't feeling the least bit warm. In fact, it's kind of cold. Oh well. You'd rather feel the slight chill than want to burst out of your own skin from overheating, you think as you finally get to the bar.

"What can I get you?" The bartender asks.

You give him your order and sweep your eyes over the room one more time as you wait. Everyone is laughing and generally enjoying their time together. Had this been your work party you would be slinking around in the shadows, begging whatever god would listen that you wouldn't run into your ex.

The one who dumped you last year.

On Christmas.

And then hooked up with your step sister.

Also on Christmas.

"I'd hate to be whoever you're thinking about right now," a low masculine voice says just over your left shoulder.

You jump, slightly embarrassed to be caught. "Oh, uh, yeah..."

You trail off, not sure of what to say when you get a good look at him. He easily towers over you and seems to be as wide as two of you put together. His muscles are visible even through the exceptionally well tailored midnight blue suit he wears. Each one of his movements, despite being graceful, threatens the integrity of said suit. If he flexes even slightly you're sure it'll rip at the seams. His mask is the same color as his suit with silver filigree around the edges. It reminds you of a prettier Phantom of the Opera mask. Behind the mask his eyes are dark. Almost pitch black.

He tilts his head as he looks down at you. "I haven't seen you before."

You shove a thumb over your shoulder, pointing to where you left your friend. "G-Gianna, she- I'm her friend."

Leave it to you to become an absolute mess in front of the first handsome man you see.

"Friend or friend," he teases with a wolfish grin.

"Just friends. I'm not her type."

"But you're someone's type."

You scoff. "Not in about a year."

He hums thoughtfully. "A touchy subject, I see."

"I got dumped on Christmas."

You aren't sure exactly why you're spilling your guts to this guy. Maybe it's the masks. The anonymity of it all is probably giving you a sense of misplaced courage.

Your handsome stranger picks up your hand and runs his lips across your knuckles. "Then he's a fool. Someone as sweet as you should be cherished always."

Heat floods through your body and prickles at your skin. "I don't know about that."

"I do. What's your name? Or shall I just call you darling?"

You give him your name and he repeats it reverently. "Do I get your name?"

"Felix," he says as he bends down so his lips are next to your ear. "It's best to remember as you'll be screaming it later."

You laugh. "Sure, big guy."

The bartender hands you the drink you ordered and you cheers Felix on your way back to your table. You can feel his eyes on your back as you walk away.

Gianna looks panicked as you take your seat, her doe eyes large and afraid. "What took you so long? Did you talk to anyone?"

"Just-" you look back to the bar and find Felix in the same spot you left him. "-him."

All the color drains from her face. She gathers her purse and coat quickly, saying, "we're leaving. Now. Get your things."

She spares one more look at Felix who simply inclines his head before disappearing into the crowd. If it's at all possible, Gianna looks even more physically disturbed.

"Make sure to lock your door tonight. Don't let anyone in for any reason," she lectures while rushing you out of the building and down the street. "Do you understand?"

You struggle to keep up with her hurried steps. "I know I've made questionable choices in the past, but I don't tend to let strangers in my apartment."

Gianna looks at you, her face dead serious. "If anyone comes, scream. Scream as loud as you can."

Her warning echoes around in your head for the rest of the night as you get ready for bed. You aren't used to seeing Gianna afraid. Out of the two of you, she's the one with the unshakable courage. You're just... you. And that's always been fine. Usually. Mostly. It's just unsettling, is your point. It's unsettling that Gianna is scared.

Your doorbell rings suddenly, and you're about to answer it, your hand inches away from the bronze doorknob, when Gianna's words pass through your mind one more time.

Don't let anyone in.

So you don't.

Not even when the doorbell rings two more times.

Nope.

You ignore it three whole times... but the fourth time is what gets you. It's just that it's annoying, you reassure yourself. You'll tell whoever it is to go away and that'll be that.

"Felix?" You stare in bewilderment when you open the door. "How do you know where I live?"

He's even more handsome without the mask. His face is chiseled and angular like some sort of statue of a Greek god. The smile he gives you is positively radiant. Charming even. He holds up your coat.

"I texted Gianna when I saw you left your coat. She gave it to me."

"She did?"

Felix nods.

"Oh... well..." You open your front door wider. "Do you want to come in?"

"I would love to." He steps over the threshold and looks around your tiny apartment. His eyes linger on the Christmas tree in the corner of your living room. "I see your breakup hasn't dampened your holiday spirit."

"Nope. Can't let the fucker ruin all of my Christmases."

"Eloquently put."

Heat pools in your cheeks, a sense of inferiority creeping in. "Do you want anything to drink? I've got tea, coffee, water..."

Felix shakes his head. "I'm alright, thank you."

"Look, I-"

Whatever you were about to say dies on your lips because Felix is suddenly there, mouth on yours. His lips are cold and demanding as he guides you through the kiss. He tastes sweet like candy.

"What were you about to say?" Felix grips your hips, pressing you closer to him. You feel his erection press into your stomach and all thoughts leave your mind, replaced with the aching need between your thighs.

The part of your brain that's still semi-operational tells you this is a bad idea, but the louder, hornier part quickly overrides it.

Felix is hot.

It's Christmas.

Why shouldn't you do this?

You tilt your head up, angling for another kiss. "Nothing. I wasn't going to say anything."

Felix smiles and you swear you see the flash of extra sharp canine teeth, but it must've just been a shadow. It's gone in the next second.

His mouth meets yours again, his tongue tracing across your lower lip. You moan into the kiss and feel your body melt completely against his. He lifts you easily, like you weigh nothing, never breaking the kiss. Reflexively, your legs wrap around his waist.

"Good girl," Felix praises you. "Which way to your bedroom."

You gesture wildly, hoping he'll get the idea. The only thing you can focus on is the feel of his hard cock pressed against your core. Even through the layers of clothes you can tell he's huge. You feel almost feverish with how badly you want him.

Felix, sensing your neediness, all but runs to your room. He places you on your bed and demands you turn on your stomach, his hands making quick work of your pajamas. He strips out of his own clothes and leaves them in a pile on the floor.

You arch your back and wiggle your ass, your hand falling between your legs to toy with your clit. Felix groans as he watches you play with yourself. He knew he chose well tonight, but he never imagined you'd be this willing. This pliant.

"Fuck, you're so wet for me, darling." Felix grips your hip with one hand and uses his other to teases your entrance, sliding the tip in and out of your slick hole.

You can't find words so you moan instead, pressing back against him so he'll go deeper inside you.

"Mmm," he moans. "Tell me what you want."

"I..." you struggle answer, desperation rushing through you at an alarming rate. "I want you..."

"Try again, darling. Tell me what you want."

"You... I want... you..."

Smack! Felix's hand lands on your ass, the sound loud in the small room.

"I said," he says as he lands another slap on your ass, "tell me what you want."

Each word is punctuated by another spank. He growls at how red your ass is, bending down to lick where little droplets of blood bubble up on your skin. His tongue trails further down and he circles your entrance, savoring this taste of your blood mixing with your juices. Felix can hear your holding in your sobs and it hardens his cock even further.

"Felix," you manage to say between breaths. "Please, fuck me, please!"

Felix hums, pleased with your begging. "That's what I thought. You want my cock inside you, darling? You want to bounce that pretty little ass on it while you come?"

You nod. "Yes! Please!"

"Take it," he tells you as he slips inside you.

You cry out at the sudden intrusion. He's far bigger than you assumed earlier, stretching you around him as he pounds into you mercilessly. It hurts in the best possible way.

"Oh, fuck!" You throw your head back and it lands against his shoulder. "Oh, Felix, oh my god!"

Felix growls in response, the sound reverberating through your whole body. His mouth falls to your neck and his teeth sink in the delicate skin as he pumps in and out of you. He drinks deeply, swallowing mouthful after mouthful while you moan and let him fuck you.

"Come for me, darling," he whispers in your ear when he feels your slick cunt pulse around him.

You feel lightheaded but you do as he says, moaning when you feel him finish inside you as well.

Felix sighs as he pulls out of you, licking his mouth clean of the last few drops of your blood. Your wound should heal in a few days and you'll be left with a pleasant fog of memories.

"Thank you," he tells you as he pulls his clothes back on. "You don't know how badly I needed that."

You hum something that sounds like an affirmative, nuzzling into your bedsheets. Tomorrow you'll be sore with no recollection of why.

But at least this Christmas was better than the last.

#felix volturi #felix volturi imagine #volturi fanfiction #felix volturi x oc #felix volturi x reader

[visualbutterflysworld]

Trash Magic | Vhackerr

Warning: depression, miscommunication, angst, sweet smut

Reader has been feeling down. Vinnie, who’s never seen this side of her, is afraid she may break up with him or secretly seeing someone else.

Uhhh yeah. This was different. Inspired by Lana’s song !!

37 days. It has been 37 days since Vinnie last saw his girl smile. Genuinely smile, he means. The look on her face is always the same. No sparkle in her eyes. No shine from her body. Just the same ol dead pan looked. The quick answers. The distance.

At first, Vinnie simply thought she started her monthly but even after a day or two she’ll go back to her bouncy self. The ambivert girl he’s grown to know and love has simply disappeared. Maybe it’s him? Did he do something wrong? Maybe, she was sick of him. In Vinnie’s eyes that’s how it seemed.

Little did he know that his girl was suffering from depression. Her antidepressants-that she kept hidden from him- weren’t working. Life was starting to feel like a chore again. Of course, she could’ve talked to Vinnie but she didn’t. She didn’t want him to see her like this. It didn’t help with the media shipping him with another girl. Another girl that wasn’t of color. She was pretty, Y/n would not lie but she also couldn’t help feeling doubtful.

Vinnie was just gonna leave her right? She was better. It was always someone else. Vinnie was just gonna push her away. That’s what Y/n thought. Some people could be so cruel about their relationship. Y/n had learn a long time ago that she shouldn’t care what people thought but, on days like these, she couldn’t help herself.

She’s prettier than you!

She’s better than you!

Vinnie and her would make such a better couple!

You’re just in the way!

Those were thoughts she simply couldn’t ignore. It didn’t help with the other thoughts that were way worse. Y/n sat on the cold floor as she looked at her phone. The comments on Vinnie’s last post were of them shipping Vinnie and the girl. What made Y/n come out of her thoughts was a knock at the door.

“Y/n. We really need to talk.” Vinnie’s said. Here it was. The moment he was gonna dump her. It was too much. It felt like too much. “Y/n?” Vinnie asked again and that’s when the water works began. Y/n curled up into a ball and laid on her side. The door quickly opened and she felt a breeze as Vinnie walked over to her.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay. It’s okay.” Vinnie pulled Y/n into his arms. She clutched onto his shirt and hid her face as she continue to cry. Vinnie pushed himself against the wall and massaged Y/n hair. “Shh. Baby, it’s okay.” Vinnie whispered. “Please, Vinnie! Please, don’t leave me! Please!” She screamed. Vinnie’s eyes widen. What was she talking about?

“Vinnie, I’m sorry! Please, don’t leave me!” She cried harder. “Baby. Y/n, darling, what are you talking about? I’m right here. What’s wrong.” Vinnie asked. “You’re gonna leave me! You came in here to break up with me! I’m so sorry. Please don’t go!” She wrapped her arms around his neck. Holding onto him tight. Vinnie couldn’t help but to feel his heart crack.

Why on earth would he leave her? Where would she get these ideas from. Vinnie rubbed her back in small circles as he tried to calm her down. Vinnie scanned the room to notice a medicine bottle on the sink counter. Squinting his eyes he saw the words. He let out a breath as he realized she must be having a episode.

As he got her to focus on her breathing and calm down a bit. Just enough to have her sniffling he finally spoke. “Y/n, I’m not breaking up with you. I thought you were leaving me. I would never do anything to hurt you. You know this. Do you want to talk about what’s been bothering you, now?” Vinnie asked as Y/n slowly leaned away. “My…my antidepressants haven’t been working lately and everyone is saying how you’d look better with someone else. I guess, I started to believe them.”

Vinnie smiled softly before putting his hands on her face. Squishing her cheeks together. “Babydoll, I don’t want to be with anyone else besides you. I..you’re simply my everything. It’s my job to make sure you’re happy. You can’t hide these things from me, okay? You have to tell me when you’re feeling down.” Y/n smiled as her face made a silly look. Vinnie softly laughing before pecking her in the lips.

“Okay?” He asked again. “Okay. Pinky promise.” Y/n said. Vinnie smiled again and kissed her. This time was a full on snog. She could feel the love he had for her. The passion he had. The hunger. He pulled her closer. He had to tell her how he felt. This was one of the ways he could.

Y/n gasped as she felt herself be picked up. Vinnie using this opportunity to slip his tongue in. It wasn’t long until they were on his bed. Y/n completely undressed and him still in his boxers. He kissed her neck and down to her chest. “So pretty.” He whispered but loud enough to make her thighs clutch. Tugging on her nipple for a second before doing the same to the other.

He slowly parted her legs and smoothly slipped a in finger into her. Her back arching as she felt him stretch her out. Going slowly at first but faster when she closed her mouth from the silent moans. “So fucking tight.” He looked down to see where his finger was going in and out at a fast pace. “Vinnie.” She moaned before grabbing the sheets under her.

Vinnie slowed down and soon his face was right in front of her sex. “So fucking pretty too. Such a pretty cunt. Made just for me.” Vinnie growled before he flattened his tongue against her clit. Y/n jolted from the action. Trying to back away but Vinnie held her down by her hips. His tongue entering her. Eating her as if she was his last meal.

The moans he got from her were sent from heaven. He had found that spot that makes her buck in a few short seconds. It wasn’t long until she was coming. Cries and pleases came as he helped her with her high. Lapping up every drop. He brought his head up with a smile as he saw her warn out, just by his tongue. Her breathing was fast but was slowly going back to it’s normal speed. “You taste fucking amazing.” He praised as he rubbed her swollen clit.

Vinnie knew how much she liked being praised. He didn’t have to be inside her to know her walls clutched. Vinnie kissing back up to her face. Leaving love bites and hickeys here and there. He quickly grabbed a condom and placed it on his aching dick. Slamming into her without warning. “Fuck, Vinnie!” Y/n moaned her back aching. He put his arm under her back pulling her closer to me. “That’s it baby. Give into me. You’re the only girl I want.” Vinnie grunted as he pulled out, so far only his tip was in.

Her arms going around his neck and slowly slipping down to his back. Scratching at the pleasure he gave. “God, baby.” Y/n screamed. He was going fast but it felt so slow. Like the world had stop for them and them only. “I love you, baby. So fucking much.” Vinnie groaned as he placed a hand on the headboard. That was it. The world had stop.

Vinnie had said the three magic words. The words that Y/n needed to hear. She didn’t realize she had started crying again. “I love you too, Vinnie! I love you more than anything.” And at the same time. They both released. In pure ecstasy. The words that had been dying to roll out for them both.

All they needed was to hear the other say ‘I love you’.

#vincent hacker #vinnie hacker #bwwm couples #bwwmromance #oneshot #vhackerr #vinnie hacker smut #love #angst

[oiks-milkbread]

When they find out you got dumped by your shitty ex (pining)

Warnings: cuss words

- Oikawa Tooru

You keep watching the fan on the ceiling spinning. The air is humid and you wish you could just rip off even your skin. You're trying really hard to focus on tooru's room, the computer where he watches matches recordings, the volleyball near the desk, the books in the library, anything that could distract you from your problems.

Tooru is right there with you, you're both laying on his futon, your legs near his chest and his near yours. He's clearly curious, you don't even need to look at him to know, you could feel it. You also sense something more.

"Why are you sad, Tooru?" you sigh "I'm the one who should be miserable right now". "y/n" he starts, his tone unusually serious, "I'm not sad, I'm furious", "If you're that mad I can send Hajime-san to his house, I'm sure he would beat him with just one punch" you laugh dryly, not humor nor emotion in your voice. You can clearly feel that tooru is bothered.

"Listen, shittykawa" you sit up to look at him "honestly I'm not even sad. Maybe I'm even relieved, I don't have to deal with his shit anymore, we should celebrate. Fuck, all the prefecture should celebrate" you find his eyes " but I feel so empty right now. Probably I'm a little bit disappointed in myself. What got into my head to be even near that asshole?".

You move near him and rest your head on his chest, he immediately wraps his arms around you. The room is so warm, but you don't care.

"Everything is going to be alright" he says rubbing your back "you're going to overcome this emptiness and, when you'll feel better, you're going to punch yourself your shitty ex. I'm going to be your cheerleader". "Sure" you smile "then we can have a party and celebrate". He squeezes you even more, you can feel his heartbeat, lulling you into sleep. "Thank you, Tooru" you close your eyes, "for what?" he asks, "when I'm with you I feel safe". You have your eyes closed, so you can't see his cheeks becoming a nice rosy shade. "I should thank you" tooru laughs "probably I am the one who's safe with you, you're even scarier than iwa-chan. But you're much prettier". "Yeah. I mean, not everyone can be as cool as me, but hajime-san can be the second after me". The brunette knows you're just joking, but he wishes you could see yourself through his eyes, how amazing you are and how you turn his world upside down each day. If only he could have you in his arms as more than a friend...

- Akaashi Keiji

If you could rely on someone, that someone was Keiji. You called him just to talk, maybe to inform him about how your now ex dumped you via text. From your first word he understood that something was wrong. "Do you want me to come?" he simply asked, his voice serious and slightly worried, "please" you whispered, "on my way".

And now Keiji is in your kitchen, you don't even need to tell him that you didn't have dinner, he knows. Ice cream was already in your freezer and he was almost finished cooking. You're on the chair, hugging your knees, you're mother would scold you if she saw you sitting like that, but that night your parents weren't home. It was just you and your dog, and Keiji.

The room is filled with an amazing smell, you can feel your stomach opening. Keiji knows you love spicy food, he also knows that you'll use it as an excuse for when you'll start crying, but he could never tease you about that; he'll just have to do his best to mask his emotions. He hates seeing you cry, he wishes he could make the sadness go away with a snap.

"You didn't have to learn how to cook even other cousine dishes only for me, Keiji" you say with your head on your knees "don't get me wrong, you're the best, but you don't have to babysit me everytime something goes wrong". "Who said I'm babysitting you? You're not bokuto-san" he shrugs, "I can cook kimchi jjigae too, at least I should cook it for you. You're my host. You even brought ice cream" you sigh, "Mine is better". You glare at him "Since when?", "Since forever, dear" he says while giving you a bowl of stew.

"So" he says after you finish eating "are you going to tell me what happened? Or you just want to be distracted?", his tone is sweet, you look at the empty bowls, you focus on the smaller ones, with just some remaining grains of rice. "Do you remember my shitty boyfriend?" you say, still looking down, "How can I forget?", "Well, he dumped me with a text".

You can feel Keiji arms around you, you try to hide in the crook of his neck, as your warms tears fall on his skin. There are no words shared, just his warm embrace soothing you, his hand gently stroking your hair. He sits on the floor with you on his lap.

You're so close, he can feel his heartbeat in his ears, but right now it's not the time to stare at your lips, he wanted to kiss you for god knows how long.

"Sssh" he whispers, his thumb brushing your tears away.

- Kuroo Tetsurou

When the door of your apartment is opened, Tetsurou is greeted by your red eyes and smudged make up, including mascara running down your cheeks.

"Are you okay?!" he gasps, "Not really" you say nonchalantly "but you have to admit this is a look", you let Tetsurou enter and you invite him to sit on the sofa. "I should make some tea" you say going to the kitchen, he follows you. "I'm sorry I'm not presentable", you were supposed to go to the park, have a nice walk, feed the ducks, talk about the last movies you've watched. "It doesn't matter", Tetsurou knows you're like that, you don't like talking about difficult stuff, but he's clearly concerned, how can he help you if doesn't know what's wrong?

"You know you're always pretty, even with smudged make up" he says with a wet cloth in his hand "but let me help you a little". Even though his hand is very big and callous from all of the years of volleyball, he's very delicate and careful.

"You were right" you sighed, "About what?", "about him", for a second you let sadness take over your features, "I don't know why I didn't listen to you, right now we could be at the park looking at ducks or petting dogs". "I'm sorry" he says, making a mental note to curse at your terrible ex after your recover, right now all of his attention is on you. Though, he has to admit that he's a little bit relieved, your ex was just using you, you deserved so much more. It wasn't fair for you. He couldn't say it wasn't fair for him, but he suffered from it too, everyone noticed how he looks at you, how he blushes everytime you compliment him, how he laughs when you say something witty. Everyone except you.

"You know we can always go to the park" he smiles "we can do whatever you want".

- Miya Atsumu

You're on the swing, watching the sun slowly going down. Not bringing a jacket wasn't a wise decision, but apparently you haven't been so wise about many things lately, including your love life. Even though you're cold, you feel like you were ready to implode, you wanted to do something, but it was like evey choice was wrong, nothing that could let you get some steam off. "Fuck" you say to yourself.

"Someone's grumpy". You know that voice, you don't need to look at him. "What's on your mind?" says atsumu while sitting on the swing with you. "I was thinking of joining a boxe gym" you say, "Angry?" he asks, "Yep".

"Are you angry at me?", you look at the blonde, hurt in your eyes. "Right now I'm more angry at my ex boyfriend, he had this funny little idea of cheating on me", atsumu knew that glare, you had fire in your eyes, even he gets scared of your killer look. This time though he knows that he deserves it. "I don't know why I'm telling you" you scoff "where the fuck have you been? You're my best friend and you disappeared". That two words, best friend, he hated them. Yes, you were his best friend, but friends don't want to make out 'till they run out of breath, knowing exactly how your lips taste, with needy hands wandering over every part of your body.

"I fucked up" he says, looking at the sun that was slowly disappearing on the horizon, pain in his voice. That tone makes you snap out of your anger. Usually atsumu is never vulnerable with anyone. He usually is a cocky bastard or an adorable dork, it doesn't matter which of the two he is, he's always high on his hunger, his strong will that never dies down. You didn't like hearing him so meek. "'Tsumu" you whisper, you take his hand and you lay your head on it, closing your eyes. For a second atsumu swore his heart stopped beating. "Your hand is so warm" you say tired, shivering at this point.

You feel him putting his varsity jacket on your shoulders, it smelled like him, you were too hurt to admit it but you missed it. "Why don't we have dinner together? So we can catch up, and we can plan your revenge"

- Suna Rintarou

Rintarou likes to share comfortable silence with you. He likes when you attend his volleyball practice, watching with focused eyes every movement, trying to understand what he has previously explained to you. It happened many times to nap together or have a meal in which the only sound was the one of the chopsticks, the dishes and bowls. You even happen to read togheter or just listen to music looking at ceiling. But at this point he couldn't stand the silence. He clearly noticed something was off, but he knows that you like to deal with certain stuff on your own. He doesn't want to force his presence or make you feel uncomfortable. But at this point he's worried.

You know that he knows something's wrong. Your approach of trying to ignore things clearly has made things worse, you wished you could go on pretending nothing ever happened, but it happened.

"Hey, Rin" you smile to him, the smile he loves so much, he wish he could have the strength to tell you. "Yeah?", "Can you walk me home, please?" you plead, "Why are you pleading?" he asks raising an eyebrow. "Ugh, what do you mean, you dumb dumb?" you scoff "everytime you make me beg", "guilty" he says raising his hands.

You grab his arm, Rintarou still doesn't know if he likes it or not. He enjoys your touch, it has grown onto him. Everyone thinks you're a couple, such a shame you're not. How could he move on from this crush if you were so affectionate?

"Listen" you sigh "it has happened a while ago... I've been dumped", Rintarou eyes widens "Why haven't you told me?", "I don't know" you frown "I thought, more lied to myself, that if I just ignored it...", he sighs. "You know you can talk to me", you nod "I think I'm getting over it though" you smile, it's sincere, he can tell. "Now we have more time to spend togheter" you continued, both of your cheeks flushed.

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu x you #self insert #haikyuu sfw #sfw #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa tooru x you #oikawa tooru #miya astumu #miya atsumu x reader #miya atsumu x you #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo tetsurou x reader #kuroo tetsurou x you #akaashi keiji x reader #akaashi keiji #akaashi keiji x you #suna rintarou #suna rintarou x reader #suna rintarou x you #haikyuu imagines #hq imagines #pining #mine

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1086: In Love With My Two Boyz (Epithet Erased)

3:35 p.m. in the Middle of Jazz City'sTraffic.......

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP

Giovanni: (Groans Before Picking his Head Up From the Steering Wheel) How long will it takes for this stupid traffic to get moving already!? We have places to be and minions to look after!!

Molly: (Sitting on the Passenger Seat) Well, given that school has just gotten out and how 3:30 is usually time for people go to and get off from work, I'd say it'll probably take us a little while to get back home.

Giovanni: ('Sigh') Figures. Well, I guess waiting a few more minutes wouldn't hurt anyone. It would be more bearable if the cars beside us wouldn't be so....(Pops His Head Out the Window to Glare at the Driver Beside His Car) FREAKING NOISY!!!

Guy in a Sunglasses: (Glares Back at Giovanni While Flipping him Off) UP YOURS, SOUP BOY!!

Giovanni: WHY DON'T YOU UP YOURS YOURSELF, DARRELL!? (Flips Off the Sunglasses Guy Woth Two of his Fingers)

Molly: (Softly Glares at Giovanni) Boss, could you please stop arguing with that Darrell guy before you get yourself in trouble? Who even is he anyways?

Giovanni: (Moves his Head Back Inside the Car as He Rolls his Window Up) Just some jerk in my class. Thinks he's allllll that just cuz he's rich and he's known as the "Ladies Man" of our class. Not even poor Spike could resist his dumb casanova charms.

Molly: Wait, Spike used to date him at one point?

Giovanni: Yeah, for like a week and a half. But as soon as he set his eyes on some popular chick the next day, he dumps Spike in front of everyone with NO hint of sorrow or remorse and made her storm out the classroom crying!

Molly: ('Gasps') He didn't.....

Giovanni: It's true! I immediately ran out after her and console her the best I knew how! And that jerk, Darrell, had the audacity to walk on by and brag about how cooler and prettier his new girlfriend in comparison while Spike was still grieving!

Molly: Who.....does that?

Giovanni: THAT'S WHAT I WANNA KNOW!? Who goes out one a date with someone for a week and a half, dumps 'em, then date someone else a second later, and brags about it so openly!? And why did it have to happened to Spike of all people!? She's the coolest, toughest, prettiest, and the most badass girl I know!! She deserves way more better than dealing with piece of crap! (Suddenly Notices Molly Staring at Him) What?

Molly: Boss, do you have a crush on Spike?~

Giovanni stares at Molly For a couple of seconds before his eyes starts to widens as blushes appears on both his cheeks.

Giovanni: WHAT!? Me having a crush on my own minion!? Where ever did you get idea from, Beartrap!?

Molly: (Smiles Softly) Well, you called her pretty and cool a few seconds ago~

Giovanni: I also called her tough and badass, that doesn't mean anything!

Molly: (Forms a Playful Smirk on her Face) It must be if you're giving her these sweet compliments?~

Giovanni: Yeah, well.....N-Nevermind about that! (Puts on a Fake Smile) How about we talk about your day at school instead.

Molly: (Immediately Pouts at Giovanni as She Crosses her Arms Together) Bosssss..... Are you changing the subject on purpose?

Giovanni: N-No! Of course not. I just forgot ask you about it when you got in the car a few minutes earlier is all.

Molly: .....Riiiiiight. Well, if you must know, school today was fine, minus the constant annoyance from Stink and Stonk of all people.

Giovanni: Wait. (Raises an Eyebrow in Confusion) Stink and Stonk? Is that like their nicknames or-

Molly: Nope. That's their actual names alright. Stinkson Bridge and Stonkester Evans

Giovanni: (Chuckles Lightly) Hahaa! Their parents must've suck at the naming development.

Molly: Says the guy who names one of his minions Car Crash.

Giovanni: (Gasps Before Glaring at Molly) Beartrap!Car Crash happens to be a wonderful codename i came up with, even yours!

Molly: Yeah, well......('Sighs in Defeat') Who am I kidding? All of the codenames you given us are leagues better than being named Stink and Stonk.

Giovanni: (Simply Nodded) And don't you forget, young lady, or we're gonna have problems.

Molly: (Rolls her Eyes) Yes sir......(Etes Starts to Widened at the Realization) Hey, wait a minute. (Turns Back to Her Boss) How come you haven't given Ben a codename yet?

Giovanni: Because Ben hasn't earned the rights to get one yet, A-DOI! I love him to pieces, but unless he does something noteworthy for the team, his name will remain the same!

Molly: (Shrugs) Harsh but fair. (Starts Forming a Smirk on her Face) And speaking of love.....

Giovanni: Oh no....

Molly: Do you really think a simple talk about school is gonna change the subject of your crush completely?~

Giovanni: (Sighs While Rolling his Eyes) A villain can only dream for the possibility...

Molly: And the potential possibility has faded to obscurity.

Giovanni: (Puts on a Small, Proud Smile on his Face) I gotta say, Beartrap, your smart mouthing skills are up the charts today.

Molly: (Smiles Back) Why, thank you!~ Now quit stalling.

Giovanni: Alright, alright, I'll stop. But if you must, then yes, you assumed correct. I....do have a crush on my minon Spike. For a while now actually. But that's not all! For you see, my dear Beartrap, I have another crush and his name is-

Molly: Crusher?

Giovanni: Yes! Crusher-Hey, hold the phone. (Raises his Eyebrows at Molly) How did you come up with that answer to quickly?

Molly: Uhh.....(Slowly Shrugs With an Awkward Smile on her Face) Lucky guest?~

Giovanni: Uh...huh. ('Sigh') But yeah, you've guessed right. I have a crush on Crusher too....A-And I couldn't help it, ya know? He's reliable, a sweetheart, a literal, huggable teddy bear.

Molly: He does give out the best hugs.

Giovanni: RIGHT!? Everything about him and Spike are just....WAY TOO amazing and perfect to explain properly. (Sighs as He Forms a Frown on his Face) But alas, sooner or later, I'm gonna have choose between the two. And I'll end up leaving the other sad and heartbroken no matter who I pick....

Molly: Or you could date both of them at the same time.

Giovanni: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Surprise) Seriously? You cam do that?

Molly: (Smiles Softly) Yeah. I remembered Trixie telling me all about it the other day. (Grabs her Chin While Thinking) I think the word they call is....Polyamory? It's where three or more partners get in a romantic relationship with one another.

Giovanni: And it's legal?

Molly: I believe so. Granted, it will take a whole lot of trust building and commitment to.make it work completely, but I'm sure you three have what it takes to make it last. (Smiles Brightly) You are the toughest pair of villains I know, after all.

Giovanni: Yeah......(Slowly but Surely Starts Nodding and Liking the Idea the More He Thinks About It) Yeah, i think i can see where you're coming from in all this, Beartrap.....The three of us are already tough and bad enough as individuals, but if we were to become a three-way couple, could use love, care, and devotion towards one another......(Puts on the Most Evilest Grin Imaginable) to RULE this city in our grasp and show the entire world just how menacing we can truly get, for my name isn't VINCENT MURDER, Sweet Jazz City's most newest, diabolical villain that will ruin anyone's day with a swing of bat towards the eyes! AHAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHA-

'BEEEEEEEEEP'

Giovanni: (Rolls his Window Down to Glare at his Former Classmate) WHAT!?

Darrell: Traffic'a about to.move soon, Gio-DOOFUS!

Giovanni: It's pronounced GIOVANNI, you uncultured SWINE!

Darrell: UP YOURS!

Giovanni: UP YOURS TOO, CHEATER! (Flips Darrell Off Again Before Bringing his Head Back Inside the Car as He Rolls the Window Back Up Again as He Starts Driving Up) ('Sigh') Finally, we can get out of here. Our Boyz been waiting for us to return for to long now!.....(Starts Frowning a Little) But still, is it really possible for Crusherand Spike to return my feelings at the same time?

Molly: (Quick Put her Phone Down on her Lap With a Confident Smiles on her Face) I think it's possible. Just be yourself when you talk to them and everything will go smoothly from there, okay?

Giovanni: (Simply Nodded) Right. Well do, Beartrap!

Meanwhile Back at Crusher's House.........

Spike: OH MY GOD!

Crusher: IT'S HAPPENING!

Spike: HE'S CRUSHING ON THE BOTH OF US!

Crusher: HE THINKS I'M A LOVABLE TEDDY BEAR

Spike: HE THINKS I'M COOL AND RAD!

Crusher/Spike: (Excitedly Hugs One Another) WE'RE GONNA BE A THREE-MAN COUPLE!!!

Crusher and Spike squeals and jump around in pure happiness and tears as they received a text from Beartrap indicating that their boss has finally shown interest in the both of them in a romantic sense, all while the other members of Giovanni's gang watches them in the background.

Dark Star: ('Heh') Well, I'll be damned, this is actually happening

Car Crash: (Smiles Brightly) I know, right? I thought it would take them months to get together, but this is great!

Flamethrower: (Smiles Softly) Yeah. I'm really happy for those three knucklehead. (Forms an Bit of an Evil Grin on his Face) Which reminds me......

The three boys turn theirs towards Ben, dreading the fact that he lose a three on one battle between the boss and their fellow minions.

Ben: ('UGGGGGH') Fiiiiiiine! (Pulls his Wallet Out From his Pants Pocket) A bet is bet....(Opens his Wallets and Takes All of his Money Out of It's Pout to Give Them to Each f the Trio) It's not like I was gonna save up my hard earning cash for something important.....

Dark Star: You were going to use it to buy a new game, weren't you?

Ben: NO!......Probably......('Sigh') Look, there's this new Street Fighter game that's coming now in two months and it looks sick as hell, okay!?

Car Crash: Do you even know how to play fighting game?

Ben: ('Scoffs') Are you kidding? Of course I know how to play fighting game, Fred. All you had to do move around the area, guard, keep pressing the same button to make some sick combos, see if you can pull off a special move of some kind, and rinse and repeat until your the last one standing. Nothing too complicated than that am I right?

The three boys stares at Ben with dumbfounded looks on each of their faces in silence.

Ben: That's.....how you play most fighting games, right?

Car Crash: For anime games, maybe.

Flamethrower: ..........Oh you poor, naive simpleton.

Dark Star: And you wonder why the Boss didn't give you codename yet.

Ben: Oh shut up! He'll give me one......eventually.........

@aprilbrowines

#epithet erased #giovanni potage #molly blyndeff #crusher #spike #car crash #flamethrower #dark star #ben #stuck in traffic #giovanni x crusher x spike #humor #fluff #edited

[ladyhindsight]

Back to the scheduled programming of me despising and nitpicking everything and everyone in this series.

With The Last Hours dealing with James Herondale being able to fire a gun (for a bit anyway) and the previous chapter in City of Lost Souls having Luke brandish a shotgun at Sebastian and threaten to blow his legs off, it should've been obvious to point out long before now: why don't the Downworlders use guns against the Nephilim?

Whatever it may be, there's plenty things the narrative refuses to acknowledge in this chapter alone.

Clary and Jocelyn have dumped Luke in the care of his pack and are heading towards Magnus' place. Clary narrates the time skip in the meanwhile:

Clary knows, but do we? Obviously because Luke is a werewolf and heals fast and all, but if we are all in the know, why do we need to know that Clary knows?

→ They couldn't take him to a mundane hospital, but it has been hard...

When was the last time Maia and Clary even interacted? Additionally on any level where Clary could become even close calling Maia an ally in the sole presence of their pack? The pack that Maia belongs in as well?

No.

How many times are we going back to this quote? We get it. Jace is not himself and has thus been absolved of every previous or on-coming evil deed.

Clary and Jocelyn arrive at Magnus', and Clary goes to change her clothes.

I get wanting to look good and attractive to your significant other. However, Clary has always been concerned only over her looks when it comes to Jace, other girls being prettier than her; what could she, a Raggedy Ann doll, offer to someone so angel-like like Jace? This whole concern and now non-concern over Clary's own looks, it always some way or another relates to Jace.

Clary goes to the living room where Jocelyn is telling Magnus what happened.

But Jocelyn just called him Sebastian not a few paragraphs ago:

Like??

Then, per usual, Clary picks a fight with her mother.

Yes. How much grief and annoyance would've everyone been spared from.

→ Magnus' alien slippers are constantly brought up until he takes them off. I hate the fixation on this pretend-funny aspect.

→ Like pretty much with each previous chapter I've pointed out that with any and every relationship-related detail Clary manages to always circle back to herself and Jace.

→ It was never said they were invited. They just went there. Even less reason for Isabelle to have been there at all.

→ Also, where and when? It has been two weeks since City of Fallen Angels. How many times and why have Alec and Jocelyn occupied the same space? Explain!

That's probably why she asked...

This conversation and the following one including Brother Zachariah makes it evidently clear that Jace and Sebastian's dark bond is not possession. But somehow Alec is able to feel this yet did not the one with Lilith.

One of the very confusing aspects to anything relating to Jace and the antics surrounding him are the rules on which every dark possession/not possession operates and how Clare has totally forgotten Alec's role in Jace's life. So instead of paying any mind to the parabatai bond to begin with, Clare has to bend and not explain certain details in such extent that they leave more questions than answers.

→ Why Alec couldn't feel Lilith's possession over Jace? Why has this not been addressed at all and not questioned even here where it is finally brought up?

→ Why Alec's feelings over Jace dying weren't addressed in CoFA? Or this aspect to their parabatai bond? CoFA failed in everything so there is that to consider.

→ Why no one questions how Jace and Alec's bond was restored after Raziel brought Jace back but not the fact that Jace was left otherwise unprotected from demonic possession?

Brother Zachariah answers Jocelyn, an answer Clary can hear. Isn't it obvious, additionally to the following conversation, that he's speaking to everyone unless specified that he's speaking only to one person?

I don't know if it is necessary to call back to something that happened a chapter ago, especially with this length.

The dark bond has changed Jace in every other fundamental level, but his love for Clary remained unchanged. It's either all or nothing. I refuse that Clary is so much more essential to Jace than anyone else in his life that the only thing Jace gets to keep of himself is his love for Clary of all people. When everything else in these books are about Jace and Clary's amazing and deep love on the expense of other characters, this is just soul-sucking.

→ A concept which Clare needs to introduce again with exposition, she throws in a character's knowledge on the subject instead of just telling it without filtering it through a weak justification.

→ Everyone everywhere else seems to know where it is, on the same level as the location of the Bone City. Everywhere and nowhere

→ Jocelyn only speaks sense and especially from a perspective of a mother, but all that she says is portrayed as an obstacle and how she is in the wrong about Jace.

→ Clary's words are such a slap in the face to Jocelyn and to everyone ever having lived in an abusive relationship. "Do you think I am that stupid to stay with an abusive person?" And Clary is being so vindictive about it as well, with her softest, deadliest, and edgiest voice of ever to edge.

So Clary has no rebuttal to Jocelyn and does the only thing she can do and maturely leave the room dramatically and slam the door behind her. We then cut to Simon meeting with Raphael who wants to hire Simon as his bodyguard.

I hate the whole of this sentence. I hate the whole of the scene as well because it gives you nothing and feels irrelevant.

We then cut to the final scene in the chapter, where Isabelle comes over to Jordan's place to look for Simon. And bangs on the door because she doesn't know how to use the doorbell. Also there was a buzzer downstairs in COFA, what happened to using that. How did she get in?

What business does Jordan have calling Isabelle Izzy? Exactly the same as Zarah has any business calling Livia and Tiberius Livvy and Ty. Zero.

The way I see it, Isabelle has a lot more on her platter than Clary but everyone is interested only in how Clary fares through losing Jace when Isabelle (and Alec) have more to grieve.

Here Isabelle explains why she isn't mad at Clary, that Clary is the only reason she did not lose two brothers instead of one. That much is true, but what the narrative still and forever onward chooses to ignore is that it is because of Clary (and Jace) that anyone is risking losing Jace altogether. AGAIN. What also everyone ignores is that Clary only asked for Jace. One Thing = Jace, but also One Thing = erasing all the loss that night.

It's a weird fucking detail to latch onto, as if Isabelle doesn't have more right to Simon's comfort and Clary because neither are related to Jace? I hate everyone and every single thing said in this chapter.

You can always say no.

→ Why is it primarily Simon's job, as in why the sole responsibility is on Simon to console Clary or Isabelle?

→ Why didn't Clary and Isabelle come together with this loss?

→ Why is Simon such an emotional vacuum that he only cares about Clary's feelings? This is contended in Jordan's thoughts, that Simon may never get over Clary, the first girl he ever loved, and thinking Isabelle is so strong and doesn't even need him, but good god, this is chapter alone is more exhausting than one installment of any other series of TSC.

#Sometimes I want to just skip over things and be done with them #Clary Fray #Jace Herondale #Isabelle Lightwood #Jocelyn Fairchild #Simon Lewis #City of Lost Souls #CoLS Chapter 6

[httpsserene]

It was the braces one since I got dumped for getting braces while I was dating someone. It hurt but people have their preference :\ and I thought why not indulged myself with that request. A bit pathetic since this is fiction but I love your works!

✧*̣̩⋆̩☽⋆゜you got dumped for GETTING braces? that’s actually crazy. bare minimum, braces are temporary so for that being a “preference” is a lame excuse for them to dump you :( it’s also not pathetic at all to request a fic inspired by a personal experience lol especially if it manages to give you any amount of comfort and healing 🫡

also here’s a lil about me: i had braces too 😨. i had them in middle school so i kind of went through all the awkward phases at one time. and lowkey, i kind of regretted it getting them at like age 12 because it lead to me developing like low self-esteem in a way? but not the braces alone led to that, it was the combination of me being black and not being considered attractive at a mainly white school, but also because i was not the prettiest kid at the time, and having braces at the time didn’t help me out with that lol.

BUT NOW i’m pretty much over that y’know, i had my glow-up i guess? and i feel pretty sometimes, and having validation from other people has certainly made me look at myself and be like, “yo…i’m kind of pretty i guess?” it still affects me in the sense that when people tell me i look good, i don’t necessarily believe it—you didn’t ask me to overshare with my childhood trauma but i thought i’d offer it anyway sis x

(also, there’s a man i’m talking to right now—like talking stage, like we’re nearly almost dating?—and i felt like him liking me back was a FUCKING JOKE because he’s like wayyyyy prettier than me? so i was like “bro i don’t believe that you like me…like, cut the cameras, this isn’t a funny joke” and he was like “😦 ur the prettiest woman ever” and i said “oh haha 🤭”) ✧*̣̩⋆̩☽⋆゜

#just chatting… #reader’s rambles. #serene’s monologue｡｡｡||.

[justjstuff]

For the writing asks: 3, 23, 46! ✨

Hello!! Thanks for asking <3

3. Describe the creative process of writing a chapter/fic

r: I don't follow any strict rules while writing but it usually goes like this: I'll think of a few scenes and fantasise a lot about the general vibe of the fic/chapter and then get out a notebook and just info dump on it. I like writing by hand because it gives me the time to think of what I'm gonna write next (I type way too fast sometimes) and if I don't know smth I know I'm approaching I just start focusing more on making my handwriting prettier and it just... flows? lmfao I know it's weird but it's super helpful. Okay so after that I do a general outline of the chapter/fic, this still contains some of my random thoughts but I try to figure out the chronological order for the events and then the order it will appear in the narrative. As I'm writing this, I usually write some dialogue, but only what comes to mind, I don't force it. Then! It's time for sprinting. I'll take my very detailed outline, find out who's online and sprint sprint sprint! I'll use that first draft to see what's missing, what is feeling uninspired, etc. If I need to, sometimes I go looking for fanart or references in pinterest or even watch some fight scenes, sex scenes etc.

23. Best writing advice for other writers?

r: Start doing sprints. It was a game changer for my writing and my general enjoyment of the writing process. I used to get so caught up on what I was writing, so worried that it was bad or that it didn't make sense or that I didn't know what word would fit there or how this character would respond in this specific dialogue or or OR! It can be honestly maddening to get too caught up on things. Sprinting helps you move forward, helps you become more confident and it's just all around good for you hahah It's so so much easier to edit words on a page than it is to stare at a blank document trying to put down the most perfect words outta nowhere. (btw, if someone doesn't know how sprinting works, hmu)

46. How would you describe your style? (Character/emotion/action-driven, etc)

r: Bah. Idk. I think all of these things are important in my fics, especially the long ones. I tend to prioritise one or another during certain points but I don't think about my style in terms of "or" and more like "and"? I'm curious what y'all think about my style though!

get to know your fic writer asks

(or just hmu w any questions you have heh <3)

#ask #answered #fic writer ask #writing #my process

[starnightlover]

https://www.tumblr.com/starbursts777/716416229564350464/i-just-raed-a-post-of-yours-ir-was-an-ask-from?source=share

Hii star its me. I need your help agaain. Sorry I keep dumping this here but things were slightly better after my last ask. I am working on my sc but seems to not really get any changes. I am fine when I affirm and am by myself but as soon as I face someone in 3d same old thoughts come running back about insecurity, ugliness , and wgat not. I feel shameful and really bad to admit it but I am so irritated and agitated of my family members. I love them but I am so pissed off at them. At my mom coz she has always said mean stuff to me that have broken my confidence always comparing me to my sister or saying I cant do anything. Although I know she doesnt actually mean to hurt me but I feel terrible and when I tell her she has a bunch of more things to say which make me feel guilty for expressing myself in the first place. I have guests coming up since the last few days. And all of them a so well along with my sister like they are so fond of her, and she looks so much more prettier than I do. My heart is filling with hatered , irritation and jealousy for my family members because I dont feel good enough. And even the most little inconvenience makes me burst out and be rude to them. And as soon as I do that I feel unworthy of having my desires or being good enough I feel unworthy of being loved and pretty. I dont want to feel this way. I don't want to hate or be jealous of anyone. I just want my peace and happiness. Today again I burst out shouting and felt so terrible for doing it as if all my sc progress I made was ruined or something. I always promise myself I will not burst out and then I do. I feel like a horrible person for being so rude to them even in my head. I just want to feel secure but saying so feels such a lie for someone who has never felt secure. When I was in standard 6th there was a girl in my class who was literally the prettiest and popular and academically good and talented. I was all of these things too but not as much as her. She would always win awards and stuff always be the star of every class and I experienced for the next 3 years as I was in the same class as her. I would try my best and even do great , I was also praised and stuff but I still felt bad because I was overshadowed. This whole incident was the first time I felt jealous of anyone ever and that feeling sucked. And now the same this is happening all over agian.

I really feel like its fine I am not the prettiest or the best or the most popular all I want to have is feel secure in myself and know I am good enough and not compare myself to anyone else no matter what and not give a fuck about peoples opinion. But I still want to be loved and respected. I hate this little competition and comparison I have created in my head.

I

Hey lovely! YOU ARE ALLOWED TO FEEL ANGRY! YOU ARE ALLOWED GO BE PISSED OFF! YOU ARE ALLOWED TO FEEL HATRED AND ALL OTHER EMOTIONS! Emotions don’t manifest so feel all of those emotions! Just don't identify with the 3d! That means to not accept it as fact! Yes live in it and interact like usual but do not accept your 3d as fact! What matters is your imagination, after all your imagination is the one and only true reality! Whenever you feel flustered and react to the 3d go within and imagine your desires and desired scenarios! Remember you are not a victim to your 3d, you are God! You will always win, no matter what you got this and everything will change! It must conform to your imagination!

#law of assumption #manifestation #neville goddard #anonymous asks

[day0walkersdrafts]

Benny retreats to the kitchen after the moderately embarrassing display. He’s not exactly sure which of them should be the humiliated one—him or the girl—but he certainly knows he’s the only one tracking mess. And it might be his apartment, but he can already feel Xavier’s huffy day-after mood storming up the place as he cleans through a hangover. Which no one ever asks him to do, but he martyrs himself into every single time anyway.

He palms cocktail juice off his face, flicking his hand at the sink, where little grapefruit colored droplets land in murky water. Someone had dumped ice into the sink and shoved beers there, just another cold storage for the party. But it’s melted now, cans bobbing. It’s loud outside the relatively quiet bubble of the kitchen. After the momentary silence to watch Benny stand there, face dripping wet with a drink, it’s noisy again. Party continues, full of lie. He leans against the counter, rubbing at his unfortunate, sensitive eyes.

“Wow—what was her fucking problem?”

He blinks through his splayed fingers and Maran—of fucking course, of all fucking people, Maran—stands there. His face is twisted into righteous indignation, which looks good on him. Though, Benny isn’t sure if there is an expression under the sun that Maran wouldn’t pull off. Even with the sting of whatever mixer the girl had used making his eyes water, Benny takes a good long moment to stare at Maran. Who he stares at a lot.

But he’d shown up at the party late, had slid in through a group of people with that intoxicating and big smile. Breathing heavy like he’d run all the way and maybe he had because Benji had shown up earlier. He and Xavier had already fucked off, as they tended to do. This was his first time seeing Maran, actually seeing him since the party had started.

Benny licks alcohol off his lips and drops his hands.

“She ke-keeps trying to get me to fuck her. And I’m not interested.”

Maran’s lip curls in disgust, arms crossing over his chest as he steps closer into the kitchen. It’s moderately sized. The three bedroom he’d managed to snag for downright cheap compared to most city pricing accommodates the men living there nicely. It fits a round breakfast table that’s currently stacked with snacks and empty (and not empty) solo cups. There is plenty of room for the two of them to be standing there comfortably, and yet Maran seems to take unconscious steps toward Benny.

“You’re joking? Why’d she throw a drink in your face?”

“I called her ugly.”

The pink haired boy laughs, like a bubble popping. From his chest. His eyes widen and then his smile takes over his face and he looks away. Swings his head to the left as he slowly lets his hip connect with the kitchen counter. Benny stands there, sticky from the alcohol, trying not to keep staring at him. But there’s so much of Maran that warrants staring. Like the bob of his throat, or the high points of his cheek bones, or how many freckles he has. They’re bigger and darker than Xavier’s. Prettier, Benny thinks, shamelessly.

“Well, alright. That’s rude, but not throw a drink in your face rude.”

“I m-might have said it meaner than that,” Benny admits, shrugging with his own grin. Sometimes he wishes he could smile like Maran or like Xavier, even like Lark. But Benny sort of smiles like a criminal whose not yet committed a crime. In the act, someone had once told him, about his curling, sneer of a smile. But when Maran looks at him, his face going a bit red (and not from the beer, Benny suspects) he can’t help but like his smile then. It’s effective. Works on Maran.

When he turns to the sink, they’re basically side by side now. The thrum of people and music in the next room feels distant even though its only a few steps away. Benny tugs the faucet attachment and turns the water on. He leans over the sink and begins hosing himself down, scratching a messy hand through his pale hair.

Benny is licking the water from his lips when he straightens. His hand shakes his hair out more. The water soaks his shirt collar, pours down his front. Benny blinks the water out his eyes, gives himself a little shake all over like he can dog-dry his way out of this.

Maran’s arms are still tight over his chest but his head is tilted back; focused on the ceiling as if there’s something interesting up there. Benny’s eyes flick up, just to double check there isn’t. Like mold or a leak from the upstairs. But it’s still just the cream colored popcorn ceiling it’s always been. He reaches out and puts a hand on the counter, right next to Maran’s hip. He shifts his weight there, leaning forward. They’re the same height, actually. He’d noticed that. He’d liked that.

Standing as he is puts him just slightly below Maran, looking up at him.

“My ceiling interesting?” he asks in a conspiratorial whisper. “X-Ray vision? Tr-trying to spy?”

“No!” Maran dips his chin down, which lets them stare at each other. The color on his cheeks has gone downright flushed and beautiful. It looks lively on him, where Benny always felt pink in his cheeks highlighted how pale he was. Made him look like a fucking Victorian. Maran looks so painfully handsome—blinking his dark lashes, brows risen up on his forehead. He’s smiling again.

Benny’s other hand lands on the counter on the opposite side of Maran, effectively caging him there.

“Having fun?”

“What?”

“The party,” Benny indicates with a tilt of his head. He likes this position. He doesn’t feel underneath Maran, even though he’s leaning as he is, and looking up at him. He feels infinitesimally in control. It’s nice. Makes his hands flex on the counter, which Maran seems to notice, his dark brown eyes lingering on one of them for a moment.

“Oh,” Maran replies. “Well—I was, but—that was like really fuckin’ rude, Ben, you know?”

For some reason it makes Benny feel weirdly vulnerable for a moment. That Maran is stuck on it. His sense of right and wrong are so strong sometimes, he’s watched Maran stop someone from stepping on a bug on the sidewalk. He’s seen Maran tear up at missing cat posters—he’s seen him save one before so he could look out for them. To be on the receiving end of that bottomless well of care makes Benny’s stomach flip.

He straights somewhat, which he does not mean to have the effect on Maran it does, but he can’t help but notice the little shift. Benny laughs and steps away.

“I’m used to it.”

“It’s your apartment—want me to kick her out, yeah? I bet I could find her.”

Benny’s and curls into Maran’s shirt just as he’s about to walk away, a determined set to his pretty jawline. He stops quickly, nearly comically, sneakers squeaking on the kitchen floor. Benny breathes out slowly, his fingers uncurling. He pats Maran’s chest softly.

“Yo-You could do me a different favor.”

“Oh,” Maran blinks in surprise. “Sure, Ben. What’s, uh, what’s up?” He’s treated to Maran’s eyes widening again as Benny puts a hand to the back of his own, now definitely soaked shirt. He grabs from the back of his neck and slowly pulls the shirt off himself. He tosses it into the corner of the kitchen with little regard and Maran is once again looking up at the ceiling.

“You’re we-wearing two shirts,” Benny points out. And Maran is. He’s sort of authentic about his fashion in that way. Doesn’t buy the shirts meant to look layered—actually has a bright yellow shirt on over top a baby blue long sleeve. The colors should clash, but they don’t, because it looks soft and nice on him. Goes well with his darker complexion—and Maran is all colors all the time anyway. He looks so good in them.

“Yeah,” Maran breathes out, shuffling on his feet. “Right! Yeah.” He laughs and then begins the almost awkward process of pulling the short sleeve off. Benny suddenly feels evil and maybe a little guilty, because both shirts rise up to show his stomach. It’s soft, with such a gentle definition to it. Hints to core strength—and Benny now has to live with the knowledge that Maran also dyes his happy trail, because it’s pastel pink underneath his belly button.

Benny feels a warm tightening in his chest, looking at Maran pull off a layer of clothing. His cheeks are still flushed, dark and adorable. There’s a definite shyness to his expression, this gently tucked away smile. His bashfulness opens up Benny’s chest painfully—he wants to reach out, take his face, kiss that little hidden smile. He wants to slide his tongue there, he wants to take Maran and spin him around and shove the snacks off the table. Benny wants Maran; wants him so bad.

Instead, he takes the shirt. He doesn’t put it on right away.

“You c-can ask.”

“You have like—I mean, more than Benji,” Maran laughs. “Which is like a feat, ‘cause I always thought—I mean, I really thought you couldn’t do more than him.”

Benny points to the barb wire wrapping his bicep.

“We match.”

“Who?”

It gets him to laugh then, this really loud laugh that shocks him because it’s right from his chest. Full and actually happy. Maran. Fucking Maran.

“Benji has barb w-wire tattoos, right?”

“Oh, yeah. Wow.” Maran laughs out softly. “Are they everywhere?” He seems to immediately regret the question, because he steps back and hits the kitchen counter and stabilizes himself with a hand there. He swallows, audibly and very visually. Benny works his arms into the shirt and slowly pulls it on over himself.

Maran wears his shirts big, but it fits on his broad shoulders well. He’s a little heftier than the other man.

“Yeah,” Benny replies, reaching for the fridge and opening it. “Hey, do you w-want to—” Benny pulls out two sodas from the fridge. He’d really meant for beer, or thought he had anyway. Or one of those alcoholic seltzers, just anything that was more…party. Instead, it’s root beer and Maran’s eyes sort of light up.

“Do you w-want to hang out in my room?” Benny asks, holding one out. Maran takes it quickly, stepping forward with an exuberance that can’t be a lie. He pops the tab, the soda fizzling. Benny watches him take a quick sip—and thinks how insane it is that he’d just been shirtless, had just been heavily flirting and shirtless, but watching Maran do that feels almost more sinful.

“Can we watch more of that show from before?”

“Man, y-you’re my favorite,” Benny says, slinging an arm around Maran’s shoulders and leading him away.

#benny #maran #benny x maran #uni au

[capricorn-0mnikorn]

📖Persuasion📖 Listen- and Read-Along, Chapter  Twenty-One

Discussion of Chapter Twenty Starts Here.

Audio of Karen Savage’s LibriVox Reading on YouTube, starting at Chapter 21, part one (Parts 1 & 2 together ~38 minutes at normal speed)

Moira Fogarty’s Reading at LibriVox (~42 minutes)

Text of  Chapter Twenty-One at Project Gutenberg.

Synopsis:

Anne keeps her promised engagement with Mrs. Smith, in the morning after the concert, as much (or more) to stay out of Mister Elliot’s way than to visit her friend. She considers the idea that, if there were no Captain Wentworth in the picture, she might accept a proposal of marriage from him. But the fact that there is Captain Wentworth, that’s a moot question.

Mrs. Smith picks up on the fact that Anne has spent time at the concert with someone she loves, based on the look in her eye. But she assumes that person is Mister Elliot, and she asks Anne to intercede on her behalf, because there is something she needs Mister Elliot’s help in doing.

Anne insists that Mister Elliot is only a family relation, and not a fiance, and it isn’t until she almost divulges the secret past with Captain Wentworth before Mrs. Smith believes her.

Once she is convinced, however, that Anne will not marry him, Mrs. Smith tells her that Mister Elliot is the most evil, and selfish of men. It turns out that he was a friend of her late husband from before they were married, and remained friend to the two of them afterward. He was the poor friend, and her husband was also always lending him money, and followed Mister Elliot’s lead in spending more than they (the Smiths) had. Anne figures the fault was equally theirs. But Mrs. Smith puts all the blame on Mister Elliot.

And then, after Mister Elliot successfully married for money, he dropped the Smiths’ friendship, and refused to do for the Smiths what Mr. Smith had always done for him. Still, Mister Smith made Mister Elliot the executor of his Will, and Mister Smith has not done anything to help Mrs. Smith gain her inheritance from property in the West Indies (which is what she wanted Anne’s help with).

Anne asks Mrs. Smith’s permission to pass this information on to Lady Russell, and Mrs. Smith gives it.

Quotes that stood out to me:

I admit there aren’t many, in comparison to the length of the chapter, as it is mostly an info-dump. That said:

Prettier musings of high-wrought love and eternal constancy, could never have passed along the streets of Bath, than Anne was sporting with from Camden Place to Westgate Buildings. It was almost enough to spread purification and perfume all the way.

Hee! A bit of her Nineteen-Year-Old Self rising to the surface?

And also:

I should be continually hearing of your father and sister. [Mr. Elliot] described one Miss Elliot, and I thought very affectionately of the other.”

“Perhaps,” cried Anne, struck by a sudden idea, “you sometimes spoke of me to Mr Elliot?”

“To be sure I did; very often. I used to boast of my own Anne Elliot, and vouch for your being a very different creature from—”

She checked herself just in time.

This just warms the cockles of my wee little heart -- to think that Anne had not only not been forgotten, but was actively remembered fondly.

And it’s my contention that Mrs. Smith is far more pivotal to Anne’s story than “side character.” The first time we see Anne actively stand up to her father was when she kept her appointment with Mrs. Smith instead of having tea with Lady Dalrymple. And I think spending time with her friend, who likes her for herself, is part of what helps Anne get out of the habit of projecting her own negative self-image into the minds of others, and actually notice that Captain Wentworth still has feelings for her.

#📖Persuasion📖 Read-Along #Chapter Twenty-One

[septembersghost]

Sorry for dropping it like this, I read the anon's story (who had to go to the doctor appointment. Sorry, hun, I don't know who you are or if you're reading this) and I'm SHOCKED and so angry at their neighbors. What... disgusting people. Ok, here's a little story. There was a time in my life when I almost stopped eating like for a month, because I was so scared and terrified and my anxiety was so bad I couldn't eat anything, I'd have like an apple for a whole day and that was that. I won't go into details, but, when the said situation got resolved, I started stuffing myself with food. I was just so hungry all the time. And I put on weight. And people noticed. And they had not so nice things to say about it. I was so embarrassed and ashamed of myself.

What I want to say now is this (to you, to anon, to ANYONE who might be reading this): your value is NOT determined or dependent on your weight or your physical appearance, it's NOT determined by a chronic illness, be it physical or mental, there's NOTHING to be ashamed of. You are beautiful just the way you are! Anon, I don't know if you're reading this, but I want you to know that you are beautiful. We're all human, we all can put on fat, and that's okay! You're still beautiful! Also, it can be so hard and frustrating to live with depression and to be afraid to leave your house, but, even though you have those things, you are not defined by them.

The anon was being very brave for leaving the house and going to the doctor, and I think it's something to be proud of! Their neighbors are the ones who's ugly, not the anon. The neighbors know this, and that's why they were laughing: to try and seem "better" than a person who is struggling, because they have so low opinion about themselves and such a huge level of self-hatred and self-pity they wanted to dump it all on someone else. This kind of behavior sickens me to the bone. That's disgusting and despicable and by this alone they come off as terrible people.

I'm sending love and hugs to you and anon, if they're reading it ❤️

thank you for sharing this sweetheart 💕

it's hard for me to articulate well, but i have had endless battles of my own with my weight for as long as i can remember. i carried "baby fat" (as they called it) well into high school, and it was...an extremely superficial, unkind environment (think me at size 10 being mooed at in the halls, which wasn't even the worst of the bullying i endured). i've destroyed photos of myself that i couldn't stand to see. my weight has also fluctuated, and at times been dangerously low from my chronic illnesses (some of which are GI-related, so of course that's all comorbid), yet when i was most ill was when outside opinions decided to highly praise me, as if frailty made me prettier, which...has led to some real anxiety about putting weight on. (this makes me think of when taylor opened up about her struggles with this - "I didn’t know if I was going to feel comfortable with talking about body image and talking about the stuff I’ve gone through in terms of how unhealthy that’s been for me — my relationship with food and all that over the years...I’m not as articulate as I should be about this topic because there are so many people who could talk about it in a better way. But all I know is my own experience. And my relationship with food was exactly the same psychology that I applied to everything else in my life: If I was given a pat on the head, I registered that as good. If I was given a punishment, I registered that as bad...You register that enough times, and you just start to accommodate everything towards praise and punishment, including your own body.")

even though i know, logically, that stress, hormones, anxiety/depression, illness side effects, the list goes on, can all affect that and are not my fault, it still preoccupies me. i've grappled with serious body dysmorphia and varying disordered eating issues since i was a teenager that i still contend with at times, and punishing myself in that way has manifested as a sense of "control" when other things become overwhelming, despite me realizing that's not healthy. those ashamed and self-hating thoughts can linger and plague us no matter what we look like outwardly. i say all of this so that you, and anon, can know that i truly empathize with these struggles, in countless ways.

you were hungry because your body was starving for nutrition! because we need that to survive. and i am so sorry anyone took it upon themselves to be unkind to you for something that warranted nothing but support.

people can be terrible about this topic, and i wish we could do better and deprogram everyone from that sneering reaction of judgment leveled at others' bodies.

you are so right in saying that value is never determined by weight or physical appearance, and it is very difficult to separate that in our minds because of the messaging we're often given, but that is not the measure of what makes us beautiful, or good, or deserving. it never changes our intrinsic worth.

The anon was being very brave for leaving the house and going to the doctor, and I think it's something to be proud of! exactly, and i agree with everything else you said too.

i'm so grateful you said this and YOU are very brave for putting it out there, and a beautiful person and such a kind soul too. i hope anon sees this and can take it to heart, as well as anyone else who might need it. i'm sending you love and hugs back! 🥰💞

#i hope i explained this well enough #snowstormserenade #letterbox #eating disorder tw #weight mention tw

[girlcockcre8t0rr]

Hey

Any chance this is also Aidan probably getting drunk and trying to imagine a world where you were happy and thinking that as a 25 year old you should be reaching out to your ex from high school that dumped you when you were 19? And then you proceeded to blame your manic episode on me? Like I decided to fuck a bunch of random men and describe the details of the encounters to my girlfriend to try and make her jealous so she’ll ask me to stop but

whoops

it’s not my job to tell you to stop fucking other people

I was also fucking another person

I was as honest with you as possible navigating nonmonagamy as a 17-18 year old

and you were just like

way why don’t you love me more than them

because you suck as a person and I realized I don’t like you

they make an effort to make me happy and comfortable and feel secure and you want to make me feel like I have to make you perfectly happy or you’ll “disappear”

no one else has messaged me in years and this came at the same time relatively as the other bullshit you decided to throw my way on a stupid whim.

this makes sense to you?

you like being like this?

you want to make me fully, publicly, explain why you aren’t shit and make constant excuses to treat people like objects?

or do you want to keep all the abusive behavior private?

Milo and I had a real, loving, honest relationship that also included me posting pictures of us in bed together very clearly having just had sex in a cheap motel room

It was in fact not all about getting laid. A lot of the time I spent with Milo before the two of us broke up we were just talking and goofing around

or crying in my car together and then having sex in a parking lot

because they actually like

loved and trusted and cared for me

as a human being

not just a sex object

despite what you very misogynistically said behind my back…

just to cope with feeling just hot enough to be fuckable but not enough to be lovable

you thinking it was the fact I was prettier or in better shape than you in your head or something

or letting Kendall say that she deserved them to love her and not me

like someone of any gender should be pressured into a relationship

sorry for rubbing my ass on their dick at prom in front of you. they are too hot for their own good, and you’re annoying.

I’m too hot for my own good AND annoying

[heirloomcaterpilllar442]

story starter (?)

I picked at the chocolate melted into the side of my backpack. Yesterday was a rough Valentine’s Day if there ever was one. My mom didn’t know I broke up with… she just didn’t know yet. I couldn’t bring myself to tell her. There was no way I was getting a ride home, though, which meant I was sitting alone on the sidewalk, picking at my broken backpack and staring at the road. I didn’t hear Riggs behind me, sneaking as quietly as velvet being crushed. 

“You farted.” 

I turned around, startled. “No, I didn’t. What are you doing here?”

Riggs grinned evilly, smearing his snot against his dull cheekbones. How he was always sick was beyond me, but it had come to be something I pretty much had to expect by that point. “You’re so disgusting. You thought you were alone, didn’t you?”

“I’m waiting-”

“You won’t get a ride now. Man,” he kicked the dirt beside me, splashing ant guts up and into my lap, “You look pathetic out here. No wonder he dumped you! You smell like a bucket of dirty laundry. The whole bin. Did you forget to brush your hair?” He reached for my head, and I stood up quickly, facing him. He was still very wiry, but tall. I glared at Riggs. “Are you mad? Come on, what are you gonna do?”

“She’s not gonna do much,” a voice, clear as stars, said behind me, “But that’s alright. I’m here now, see.” Tavia stepped out from behind the fence. I smiled behind my hands. Riggs backed up quickly. “Wait, Riggs, come here, buddy.” 

“No-”

“I said, come here.” Tavia stepped beside me and patted my shoulder nicely before turning her attention to Riggs, the horrible turd of the world. “What did you say to her?” 

“Nothing, I promise. We were just chatting.” His eyes, large and pleading, turned to me. I shook my head. Tavia bit the side of her lip, considering carefully what she would do next. “Please, Tavia, I just was paying her a visit.”

“Hm, right.” She rubbed her jaw. “So, Bunny, what did Riggs have to say?”

“Not very nice things, I’ve gotta admit.” 

Tavia nodded. “I see.” She stepped closer to Riggs, and whispered something to him. He scampered away, leaving his phone and wallet at Tavia’s feet. Once he was gone, she sighed and put her hands on my shoulders. “Bunny. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good. He was just messing with me, saying I farted and stuff.” 

“Huh, well, doesn’t matter. You looked upset.” “You were watching me?”

She smiled, “I heard you needed a ride. And, for the record, I think your ex was an idiot.” Tavia picked up my bag and slung it over her shoulder. “Come on, my car is parked over there.”

“Thanks. I really appreciate it.” 

“No worries. Let’s go, I’m sure your mom missed me.”

I followed Tavia. “Yeah,” I added, “You’re a lot prettier than the last date I brought home.” 

“Oh, so this is a date, then?”

“When someone busts out of the woods to save me, Tavia, I don’t usually consider them a friend.” 

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