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taintandviolent · 1 year

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Ouija Board (Tate Langdon x Reader)

Summary: You have a sleepover at your new house, and your friend decides to bring out your Ouija board. But, you’re all teenage girls, so the questions are completely unhinged and un-serious. But, the ghost you’re talking to takes full advantage of the situation. It’s a perfect opportunity, he’s been watching for you weeks. You’re living in his room, afterall.

warnings: 2.9k words -- self insert! female receiving. shameless smut. post-death Tate, ghost sex, cunnilingus, handjob, rough sex, unprotected sex, mention of ghosts/death.

Ao3 link here! Full fic below the cut! 18+.

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It was the third week in the new house.

It was the first time that you actually felt at home. Somehow, you’d managed to make two friends from school, which was equally as shocking to you as it was to your parents. In previous schools, you’d always been on the outskirts, bored stiff at the idea of socialising. When you’d announced to your dad at dinner that you’d actually braved the choppy shores of friendship, he’d nearly choked on his coffee.

“That’s wonderful! Why don’t you invite them over for dinner tonight?” Your mom asked, setting her mug down on the table. You rocked your foot back and forth, mulling over the idea. Previously, your days off from school had been spent unpacking and checking around corners, listening to the creaking and whining of an old house.

Your mother was delighted with its age, commenting on the Tiffany glass and wood — but you felt things that had rotted underneath the wood. Things that whispered when your back was turned, or lingered in the kitchen when you went for a glass of water in the middle of the night.

“Okay, sure.”

So that night, instead of flicking the light switch off in your bathroom and making a beeline for your bedroom, you sat on the floor with Jessica, Angie, a dish of pizza rolls and three glasses of grape soda.

You swallowed the mouthful, and nodded. “No, I’m serious. This house is weird. The first week I was here, in the kitchen… I saw a blonde lady with a hole in the back of her head.”

Jessica snapped the book she was leafing through, and turned. “I bet she was murdered. Don’t you have an Ouija board?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, pointing towards the bookcase. “Never used it, though.”

“You’re going to. This is much more fun than going to Town Hall and asking for records on previous owners. Sometimes, they don’t include death certificates — which is obviously what everyone is interested in. That’s the good stuff.” It took all of three minutes for Jessica to set it up. In unison, the three of you delicately placed two fingers on the planchette.

“Okay… so, what do we ask?”

You chewed on the inside of your lip, thinking.

“Is there anyone here with us?” You blurted out.

The planchette skidded to life, circling in the middle of the board. You’d seen it happen in movies, but the actual sensation was an unsettling one. YES. You all exchanged looks, searching for any guilty expressions — but it seemed that none of you had opted to play any tricks. The planchette had moved by itself.

“Did you die here?” Angie asked.

YES.

Jessica gasped. “Ooooh, what if it’s a cute ghost boy like in Casper? Can I keep you?”

Completely enrapt with the idea, she turned her attention to the board, and asked, “Is the spirit in this room male?”

YES.

“Well, that rules out Miss Hole in her Head.” You cleared your throat, focusing on the printed letters. “Have you been the one in my room every night?”

“The one in your room every night?!” Jessica hissed, shooting a pointed look at you. You shrugged apologetically. Angie, who was visibly uneasy with the entire idea, almost fell backwards when the spirit answered.

YES.

“Oh my god!?” Jessica hung her head between her arms, laughing. “It’s probably some old grandpa with a shrimp dick, let’s be real here.”

“Bet. I’ll find out. Do you have a big dick, Mr. Ghost?” You asked.

Again, the planchette zipped to YES. Whoever he was, he didn’t hesitate. Cute. The three of you howled, laughing at the ridiculousness of the question. Angie desperately tried to redirect the conversation by asking the ghost what it wanted. The planchette spelled out HER.

Jessica lifted her fingers, and Angie screeched at her to return them. “If you don’t say goodbye, the spirit will have an open invitation to come into you!”

“To come!?” Jessica mocked. “To come into me?! Oh, the horror — don’t come into me! Pull out first, Ghost.”

Angie scowled. “You’re so gross.”

As they bickered, you stared at the planchette. It was still active, despite Angie and Jessica’s attention being pulled away. It quivered back and forth, as though it was shaking nervously.

Once Jessica’s wandering mind had been reigned back in, the three of you managed a few more more questions; some about murder, some about occult, and some about other ghosts in the house. Eventually, the sun disappeared from your window, plunging your room into darkness, and your mother called the three of you down to eat. Your friends stayed for about an hour after dinner, and they’d seemingly forgotten about the Ouija board. You hadn’t, though. You leaned your back against the door, the coldness of the glass piercing through your cotton shirt. Your eyes trailed up the staircase, following the bend of the bannister as it curved to the left. Before you made your way upstairs to ready yourself for bed, you craned your neck down the hall, trying to listen for the whispers.

You sat upright in your bed, gasping for air. The book clutched in your hand fell to the floor with a thud. You hadn’t even really remembered falling asleep, but the creak of your floorboards had woken you up. You were met with nothing but the silence and glittering darkness of the room while your eyes adjusted. Eventually, the speckles turned into furniture pieces; your dresser, your mirror, your bookcase… everything seemed in order. The clock on your bedside table incessantly blinked 2:34 AM.

Something skidded across the floor, a spinning blur of tan and black. You yelped, throwing yourself up against your headboard. Your room was silent save for that sound of something hard scooting against a flat surface. You took a deep breath, and crept forward gingerly, wincing each time your mattress creaked.

You gripped the edge of your bed frame tightly, knuckles paling. You peered over. In the middle of the floor where you’d been sitting earlier, the Ouija board was laid out. The planchette swept across the board as it had earlier, but this time with no hands to guide it. It zipped across the board aggressively, as though it was trying to get your attention.

“Hello?”

The triangle paused, then slowly drifted to hello.

Dumbfounded, your mouth opened and closed. You were at a loss — because no horror movie had ever given you any idea how to politely hold a conversation with a spirit outside of the traditional setting.

“Um…. can I… help you? Are you here to possess me?”

Stupid. That was stupid.

Watching as the planchette swept across the board, you read the letters allowed.

“L…A…Y…. Lay? Lay. Okay. B…A…C…K? Lay back?” You waited for further confirmation, but the planchette stayed still for a moment.

It started spinning again, quickly spelling out a final instruction. “Close my eyes. Lay back and close my…. eyes.”

You heaved a sigh, and against your better judgement, you did. You shimmied back underneath the covers, pulling them up to your chest, and waited. The seconds were excruciating, and you were sure some horror movie had to have started like this.

The duvet rustled at the bottom of the bed, and all at once, a gust of cold air hit your feet. The mattress gave to the weight of someone, and you yelped at the feeling of clothed shoulders nestling in between your thighs.

A broad hand ghosted across your stomach, fiddling the scalloped edge of your pyjama shorts. It swooped into your inner thigh, then circled down along your knee. Though the actions were soft, you couldn’t help but feel the knot forming in your stomach. Letting out a soft whimper, you bit your lip, clamping down hard. One hand slid up, caressing the curve of your ribs. You writhed. “You’re driving me insane…” you whispered harshly. Had you really been that touch starved?

Lips hovered over your inner thigh, the hot breath washing over the warm skin. A single finger ran along the inside, trailing further and further up. He slowed as he neared you, wordlessly asking for permission.

“Please,” you begged, doing everything you could not to scoot your hips down into him and embarrass yourself any further. “Please…”

He continued. The pad of his finger floated over you, stroking, teasing until the wetness soaked through the threads. The hands disappeared, but only to return to the sides, where they gripped the waistband, tugging them softly off your hips.

You took a deep breath and immediately clamped your hand over your mouth, muffling the shrill whine that tried to escape. Whoever he was, lapped at your cunt like it was a melting ice cream cone, and it didn’t take long for it to start weeping, soaking the green sheets beneath you.

Your chest rose and fell quickly, and your eyelids fluttered, overwhelmed with the sensation. Everything was white and on fire. Your thighs trembled deep within the muscle with every flick of his tongue. Were you really getting eaten out by a ghost? Was that actually happening? You felt silly acknowledging that. His tongue flattened out against your clit and you let out a whine, erasing every other thought. He pressed his face deeper into your wet folds, tongue flicking at the underside of your clit.

“Fffffuck, oh my god.”

You had to know. You swallowed, and tightened your lips into a thin line. You were ready for whatever horrifying visual would meet you. With one final surge of courage, you flipped the covers up, opened your eyes and gazed into the tented darkness. A head of soft, blonde curls bobbed softly between your legs.

“HELLO?!” It wasn’t a greeting, but the boy lifted his head from your cunt. Two dark eyes glimmered at you from beneath the duvet.

“Hey,” he said, chin glistening. “I’m Tate. I used to live here.”

“You’re so…. cute?”

He smiled crookedly, the dimples in his cheek deepening. “Were you expecting Freddy Krueger or something?”

Your head fell back on the pillow like an anvil and a breathy laugh broke your pants. “Yeah, maybe. Jesus Christ…. I don’t know. I’ve never had a ghost between my legs.”

“You liked it. You’re so wet.” He was pleased with himself, you could tell. Reaching one finger up to stroke your opening, he angled his head to watch the way you clenched and squirmed at his touch.

“Was I… were you the one I was talking to with my friends?” He nodded. He shifted his weight, manoeuvring himself up until he was above you, supporting himself with hands on either side of your neck.

“I’ve been watching you since you moved in, Y/N… I didn’t want to scare you away.” He confessed, searching your face. “I’ve wanted you for weeks.”

You were scrambling to keep your thoughts in one manageable bundle. On one hand, this scenario was insane and you were sick to be enjoying it. On the other… sure, he was dead, but he was easily one of the cutest boys you’d ever seen and the way he wanted you was intoxicating. His dark eyes darted from your lips to your eyes, wordlessly asking for permission. You craned your neck up to meet him, pressing into his plush, pink lips.

You’d never been one of those boy crazy teenagers, but you understood the cathartic release that sex brought. It was carnal and natural. You’d only ever slept with one other person, so the hunger was never sated, and you were left quietly fingering yourself after your parents fell asleep. Every time you’d had the chance to have made out with someone though, you tasted them. Deeply. Kissing someone released their scent, the one that only intimate partners got. And none of them had ever been as heady and addictive as Tate was. You tilted your head to get further into his waiting mouth, swirling your tongue with his. You whimpered, sending a moan down his throat.

You reached under, sliding your hands down his stomach. The tiniest trail of hair guided you to the waistband of his jeans, where you made quick work of the buttons. Breaking the kiss only to help with scooting his jeans over the curve of his ass, Tate quickly returned his lips against yours, his tongue moving past your lips eagerly.

Although you were going in blind, it wasn’t difficult to find his cock. Not only did it take up most of the space between you two, but it was hot to the touch, the heat radiating from beneath the thin fabric of his boxers. You pressed your hand against him, getting an idea for the length.

“Huh. So, you weren’t lying about that.” Tate’s hips ground against your palm in response. You reached up, flipping the elastic down so you could slip your hand in, dragging your fingers along the soft tip. Your palm was immediately slick with his precum; the thick fluid coated the soft skin. You used your thumb to smear some of it to the underside of the head, teasing at the ridges. He groaned, burying his face into your neck.

“I didn’t lie about anything you asked me.”

You began stroking him underneath the sheets in slow, full movements and Tate’s breathing hitched, hips bucking forward involuntarily. You sped up, feeling warm droplets dribble onto your exposed tummy. Your thumb pressed into the squishy flesh of his head, not expecting the reaction that followed.

“Mm-uh—please. Please, I want you. Please.” He was begging, whining, and his big brown eyes were filled with a pathetic yearning that made your walls soak even further.

“So do it.”

He wasted no time in completing your demand. He sat up, the covers falling off his back.Tate gripped himself, giving his cock a few pumps before he lined himself up, pressing his hot, leaking tip into your entrance. Snatching the opportunity from him, you bucked your hips up to his, forcing his cock inside. You clenched around him hungrily and Tate let out a throaty whine as he pushed the remaining length into you.

He started out slow, taking his time as he slid in and out of you, but the slick pull of your walls each time he slid out unravelled his concentration. Each thrust seemed a little more desperate than the last, his balls slapping against you, splashing the mixture of his spit and your cum against your inner thighs. Bottoming out inside of you, he arched his neck backwards, letting it hang heavy. “Are you a virgin?”

“Wha — no.” You breathed, adjusting your head on the pillow to look at him. Odd question to ask in the middle of the deed. “Why?”

Tate swallowed, and between pants, said, “Because…. you’re so wet.” He dropped forward, pressing his forehead against yours. His cock was still inside, the girth hitting you at a new angle, and the fullness made your stomach clench.

“I’m going to fuck you hard, okay? Tell me if I’m hurting you. I don’t want to hurt you.”

You nodded fervidly, and slithered your hands underneath his sweat-soaked shirt until it gathered. Tate lifted his arms, and allowed you to slip the shirt over them. You tossed it towards the edge of the bed, and raked your nails along his naked chest.

“Please.” It was your turn to beg. Tate backed his hips out, pulling himself from your warmth. “I want it.”

He dropped back down to his hands, getting a tight grip on the mattress behind you. His lips met yours again, hungrily. It provided only a momentary distraction, because the second that Tate started pounding into you, you could focus on nothing else — except suppressing your aroused screams. He scooted closer to you on the bed, angling himself to get deeper.

He was hitting every spot he could, and your breaths quickened as he fucked you closer to the edge. You bit down on your lip, squeezing your eyes shut. He had just started, and you were already about to lose it.

“Are you gonna’ cum? Huh?” Tate asked, now struggling to keep his rhythm. If you were close, he seemed to be closer — and you didn’t feel so bad. Tate reached down, pulling himself out to slide the tip of his cock over your clit a few times before stuffing it back in. Your lips parted in a soundless scream as you felt the unmistakable warmth filling you, the quivering in your legs, and the desperate, spasming arch of your back.

“Fuck, fuck,” Tate chanted, feeling your orgasm as it gripped him in a wet, pulsing chokehold. “Fuck!”

As he spilled into you, Tate fell atop of your body, pressing his sweaty forehead against yours. His hips were on autopilot, erratically bucking with each gush. You winced, on the verge of overstimulation. Gradually, his thrusts slowed.

He flopped over on the side of you, one hand stroking the outside of your thigh delicately. He was gazing at you dreamily when you turned to face him.

“So, do I have to bring out the Ouija board each time I want to see you?”

Tate propped his head up on his hand. “You want to see me again?”

You rolled your eyes to the ceiling, a taunting smile curling around your swollen lips. “Uhhh… yeah.”

“I can be here every night if you want.” He purred.

“Haven’t you been anyway? Or did you lie about that?”

Tate’s brows pulled upwards, looking hurt. “I told you — I didn’t lie about anything! I’d never lie to you!”

“Okay, shh —“ You silenced him with your lips. “I’ll be right back. I have to pee.”

For the first time since you’d moved in, you weren’t afraid of ghosts as you walked to the bathroom. You were just afraid that the one in your bedroom would be gone when you got back.

He wasn’t, though.

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callsignthirsty · 2 years

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Stuck in the Middle — Chapter 1 — Slider

Co-written with a friend who isn't on tumblr. Pairing: Ron “Slider” Kerner x F!Reader (this chapter), Ron “Slider” Kerner x Reader x Tom “Iceman” Kazansky (overall) Summary: The one where Maverick’s sister is on a mission to give her brother a heart attack by sleeping with not one, but two of his colleagues. Word Count: 3500 Warnings: Smut, semi-public sex, dirty talk Chapter: 1/3 Minors DNI

You'd been looking forward to a low-key evening with your brother and Goose. That, however, wasn't in the cards. Not because chaos followed Pete "Maverick" Mitchell like a shadow — though god knew it did.

But because all Mitchells had a bad habit of making a mess of things.

It started innocently enough: Goose reaching the door first and holding it open for Pete with a teasing "After you, honey."

"Thanks, dear." Your night began as most nights in Miramar had: the three of you out for a drink and a good laugh.

But this night isn't most nights. Unfortunately, you don't realize this until it's too late.

Pete has already led your small group to the bar when you hear it — or, rather, them — across the way. Pete and Goose aren't the only pilots at the bar, and while they've been known to get rowdy and start a sing-along or two, they're far from the loudest tonight. No, that pleasure goes to Hollywood and Wolfman, who seemingly have tone on Iceman and Slider. In and of itself, this isn't a bad thing until you hear them over the crowd while Goose flags down the bartender.

"Hey Tom," Hollywood greets Ice with a shit-eating grin. Eyes sparkling mischievously in the low light.

"What're you on about, 'Wood?" Ice doesn't skip a beat at the use of his given name.

Hollywood guffaws as if it should be obvious, but Ice's expression doesn't change.

"Oh, come on, man," Wolfman says, leaning in to slap a hand on Ice's shoulder. "The screamer." Slider nearly sprays his drink across the bar's lacquered wood, but Ice has gone completely still. The blood drains from your face as Hollywood and Wolfman's giggles increase in intensity until they're flat-out laughing, Hollywood wiping tears from the corner of his eyes. “Oh man, Slider,” Wolfman gasps. "You're lucky you were out on that date, 'cause man…."

Hollywood closes his eyes, free hand petting his own chest. "Oh, Tom!"

"Ah! Ah!" Wolfman tosses his head back and moans alongside his friend, and you're pretty sure that this is how you die. Of mortification. Cheeks cherry red and hot with the shame of not just being caught but watching as Hollywood and Wolfman loudly and clearly reenact what you'd thought had been a private moment just feet from you.

It doesn't stop there, though. Beside you, Pete scoffs. "Who the fuck would want to sleep with him?"

"Good one, Mav," Goose chuckles.

And you could've lived with just that: an awful imitation of your moans acted out before you, but it had to be worse. Ice's eyes find yours, holding your gaze for a second too long from across the bar as Hollywood let out another oblivious "Tom, oh god! Fuck me!"

And your brother, only ever paying attention when you wish he wouldn't, catches the exchange alongside your flushed cheeks.

"Ooooh! Yeah!"

Pete's smile falls. Shoulders rigid. Goose is stuck looking between you, Ice, and Pete at the sudden shift. "Oh shit."

Pete's the first one to move, and you're the next, catching his sleeve as he moves to abandon his drink. "Pete, don't."

"I'm just going to talk with him."

Of course, he isn't, but he manages to shake free from your tenuous grasp. "Pete!" you call after him, but it's no use.

"Hey," Pete seethes. "Kazansky!"

"Nick, do something," you plead.

"There're better men out there," Goose says, taking a lazy sip of his beer as he tracks Pete across the bar. "I'm kinda with Mav on this one." Because Goose is like your big brother, too, and has been for years.

"Mitchell." Ice's cold acknowledgment brings your focus back to the problem at hand. Your eyes meet Slider's over Ice's shoulder, but he only offers you a slight shrug. It must look like their typical posturing bullshit from where he's sitting. You try to warn him with a wide-eyed shake of your head, but you're too late.

"You want to explain this one to me?" Pete is doing his best to puff up and be intimidating while he gets in Ice's face, but it's not working if Ice's signature stoicism is anything to go by.

"I don't have to explain myself to you."

"You want to run that one by me again?"

That's more aggressive than Pete typically gets, and the others have begun to pick up on it. "Mav, what's goi–"

"Stay out of this, Hollywood." Hollywood's hands go up at his sides, and he steps back in surrender.

Ice sips his beer, cool and calm as ever. "If you have something to say, spit it out. I'm not a mind reader."

"You trying to pick up my sister?" The question freezes you in place, breath held and eyes wide. Helpless as Ice's facade cracks, and he smirks down at your brother, and had the circumstances been different, you'd have wanted to kiss it off of him — are still half-tempted to do so.

"Well, I wouldn't say trying."

Goose rushes to intervene when Pete reels back and punches Ice in the jaw. You jump from your stool, but you're moving through molasses, each step heavy and impossibly slow. Before you make it much further than your table, you're intercepted. A big hand on your lower back steers you from the fight with a calm casualness that manages to fly under the radar of the group scuffling in the corner.

Despite his size, Slider can be discrete when he wants to be.

"Ron, where are we going?" you ask once he's successfully guided you out of the bar and into the parking lot. "What about Tom?"

Undeterred, Slider rubs circles into the small of your back with his thumb, and you melt a little at the touch. But shouldn't he be helping Ice? Shouldn't you both? Instead, he leads you toward the back of the lot where The O's lights don't quite reach, and cars are lit by nothing but the dying oranges of the Sun setting over the ocean.

"Ice's a big boy. He can handle himself." You push Slider's shoulder playfully. Logically, you know that Slider's right, but that doesn't stop your mind from racing. So preoccupied with worrying about Ice and your brother, you're only half paying attention when you make it to Slider's car. Still, you smile when he crowds against you. "It's a good thing they didn't stick around," he whispers into your ear, and you shiver as your back presses into sun-warmed metal, "because Ice's name wasn't the only one you were screaming last night."

The ghost of his hot breath over your ear makes your cheeks dust pink, hands subconsciously rising to clasp at his broad shoulders as your eyes slip closed. It's true. The burn of their phantom touch is still hot beneath your skin. The push and pull. The thrill of being caught between the two of them. Ice and Slider. Slider and Ice. Taking turns to reduce your mind to mush and carry your body to new highs. Your thighs clench as an all too familiar ache makes itself known at your center.

Pete had been the furthest thing from your mind, then. And Slider's doing his best to keep your mind off him now, too.

Lips skim down your neck to leave an open-mouthed kiss over your pulse. "Ron," you gasp, pulling him closer even as you know you should be coming up with an excuse that'll bring you back to the bar. Back to help Ice. He's taking more than his fair share of Pete's anger — half of it should be aimed at Slider.

But he's too distracting as he presses himself against you, cages you against the side of his car with his hips, the door handle poking into your thigh as he ruts once, twice against you. You should not be horny — Ice just admitted to having fucked you in front of an entire bar full of strangers, his friends, and your brother a minute ago. A brother that he was currently at blows with over you. That thought, however, disappears from your mind as Slider knots his hand in your hair and pulls hard enough for you to whimper. He rewards your little noise by promptly parting your legs with his knee and pressing the meat of his thigh against your core.

And fuck, you should go back and tell Pete you're old enough to make your own decisions or make Ice promise not to actively try to give your brother a heart attack. But Slider is doing his damnedest to make sure you aren't thinking of anything that isn't him or this moment against his Trans Am. And he's everywhere: claiming your lips in a heated kiss, one hand still tangled in your hair, the other glued to your hip, thigh tensing against your clit, and his dick evident even behind his trousers as he presses it against you.

Slider sparks something deep within you, and you moan. Experience tells you the heat from his touch won't stop until it consumes you.

"Come on," he husks. "When am I going to get another chance to have you all to myself?" And your resolve crumbles at the question. Because in all the time you've been with the two of them, you've never had either alone.

"Where?"

A smile curls along your collarbone and disappears with a nip. "You're leaning on her."

You give him a gentle push back, craning your neck to give the Pontiac a disbelieving look. Slider barely fits in the driver's seat. Big man, big ego, small sports car. "You can't be serious."

"You don't want your brother to find out, do you?" he asks, arms circling you, holding you close while one of his hands finds the door handle. "It'd be suspicious if we both disappeared." He has a point there. Besides, where else could you go? The ladies' room? The men's? At least if you stay in the parking lot, the two of you have a chance at sneaking back inside before anyone notices you're gone — you'd just have to hope they were too caught up in the brawl to realize you were gone in the first place.

"Guess we'll have to be quick, then," you say before Slider kisses the smile off your lips. His approval a hum as he licks into your mouth. "You gonna let me in, or what?" Slider pulls back reluctantly, tugging you along with him so he can open the door. "What a gentleman," you taunt, bending to reach for the lever that will move the driver's seat forward and allow you to crawl into the back. You squeak when a hand lands on your ass, head thunking against the padded ceiling.

"We both know that's a load of crap," Slider growls, hands on your sides as he encourages you to climb into the coupe faster. He squeezes into the backseat with you and pulls the car door shut. It's a tight fit, but you like how he's pressed against you, manhandling you into his lap as your hands rake through his hair and his chapped lips find yours.

A hand caresses your thigh, bringing the hem of your sundress up with it until the loose fabric is bunched around your hip. You shiver into Slider's touch, melt into his lap and demanding lips and give your hips a torturous roll, revel in the way his breath hitches as you continue to move. Fingers clumsily undo his buttons so you can ruck up his undershirt and get your hands on more of him. Neither of you can fully undress, even under cover of dusk, but you'll greedily take everything you can — hands splayed low across his abs as they flex to bring his hips up into yours.

It takes some finagling to get your panties off while you remain on his lap. Slider gives it an honest go as you busy yourself with his belt, but you switch when neither of you can make it far with the other in your way. When your panties slip free of your legs in one piece, Slider's lips are pressed to the hollow of your throat — fingers brushing the strap of your dress aside so he can suck none-too-gently at the newly revealed skin. "No marks," you remind him with a gasp. The air in the car is stale: humid and heavy with the growing scent of sex. And you wish you could crack a window open, but Slider popped for fancy power windows.

Slider takes this moment to slip a finger into your slick folds, humming as the second follows closely after. He sucks at the spot again, perhaps hoping you'll have forgotten about the conquest of his lips and teeth with the stretch of your pussy around two of his thick fingers. No such luck. You cuff him on the back of the head, and he grunts. Caught.

"No marks." This time, he concedes with a gentle lick that is as close to an apology as you're sure you'll ever get from the RIO.

As Slider's fingers continue to spark pleasure all along your nerves, you do your best to get your hand around him, but the position is awkward at best, and your wrist is on fire from the strain. That doesn't matter, though, because Slider is more making sure that you're ready for him than he's trying to get you off before the main event.

The last rays of the Sun's light are just about to dip beneath the horizon, and the clock is ticking.

"Come here," Slider all but growls, but you aren't sure where to go — you're already in his lap — until his hand knocks yours free of his cock and fingers slick with your arousal begin to trail along the crease of your thigh and hip. With a pathetic nod, you hunch over to avoid hitting the car's low roof as Slider moves you until you're exactly where he wants you. The thick tip of his cock kisses your cunt before he pulls you down. You press a lewd kiss to his thundering pulse to hide your moan against sweat-slick muscle, hot breath puffing against even hotter skin.

Condensation drips from the fogged window like sweat beading along your skin. Nails digging for purchase beneath Slider's shirt but sliding uselessly across toned muscles. Each breath feels like a chore even before he starts to move, the air thick — stale with humidity and toe-curling want. Desperation. Maybe no one will see you, but god, they'll be able to smell the sex on you when you get back.

"Gonna make me do all the work?" Not that he could, given the limitations of the backseat, but the taunt is enough to set you into motion. Rise and fall, the thin cotton of your dress sticking to your thighs and doing nothing to mask the wet clap of skin against skin from reverberating off the glass. Slider's head tips back, missing the headrest to thunk against the angled rear window as the car rocks with you.

"You okay?" you pant, kissing his head where it's pink and dewy from the glass.

Big hands tighten around your hips. "Better than," Slider says as he plants his feet and thrusts. The overenthusiastic movement tosses you into the ceiling once again.

"Hey, watch it!" you hiss even as pleasure courses through your veins from the rough treatment.

"Can't sit still." As if to prove his point, Slider grinds into you, his hips picking up a pace different from the one you'd set and shallowly thrusting. It's good, but it isn't enough for either of you. "This isn't working."

"You think?"

Slider just levels you with a look. "Get out of the car."

"Excuse me?" You reel back as if he's slapped you.

"Get out of the car. This isn't working."

"You mean to tell me," you say, still seated on his lap, "that we crammed into the back of your stupid small car and got all sweaty, and you're just giving up?"

He shifts forward so that his cheek drags against yours and speaks directly into your ear. "Do you want to cum or not?" You nod, shivering at the drag of incoming stubble against your smooth skin. "I thought so." Sharp teeth pinch at your lobe, and you suck in a breath. "Get out of the car."

You groan when you rise off Slider's lap, clenching around nothing as you reach for the door handle. And as much as you miss the feeling of Slider inside of you, nothing comes close to the bliss that is the gentle San Diego breeze on your slick temples. Until Slider bends you over the hood of his car, lifts your skirt, and shoves home.

"Ron," you keen, back arching.

"I know," he husks, one hand next to you against the cherry red paint, the other holding your skirt out of the way against your lower back. "But you've gotta stay quiet. Don't want anyone to hear those pretty noises. That's how we got into this mess."

That's the other thing about Mitchells: you don't usually know when to keep your mouths shut. You bite your lip as Slider picks up a ruthless pace just to be careful. Shiver as pleasure jolts along your spine and the sea breeze cools your sweat. You tingle with the sharp chill of contrasting sensation.

It doesn't take long to get either of you to the edge. Unable to express your pleasure verbally, you drive your hips back into Slider's aided by the rhythmic sway of the shock absorbers.

Letting go of your dress, Slider drops to his elbows and stretches over you. "Where?" And typically, you'd have an answer for that, but realistically there's nowhere he can finish that won't be immediately noticeable.

Except.

"Inside." You're on the pill, so it shouldn't be an issue.

Slider's hips stutter in surprise, and he lets out a low moan. "Oh, fuck!" Now, who's going to get you both caught?

A hand slips beneath your hips, greedy fingers pinching and circling your clit until your eyes roll back, and it's all you can do to make sure you aren't screaming while you shudder and whine on his cock, a warmth blooming within you as Slider's hips snap against your ass once, twice, and still.

With a gentle pat on the hip and a satisfied sigh, Slider withdraws. When you turn around, flattening your skirt, he's already tucked himself back into his pants and is working on his shirt buttons. You rock up onto your toes and give him a lazy kiss. "You should go home," he says.

"What? No. That would be suspicious."

"No," he stops you. "It would be suspicious if we both left. But baby, you look completely fucked out. If you walk back into that bar, there's no way Mitchell isn't going to know exactly what happened." You gape at him and turn to the car to catch a glimpse of your reflection in the windows, but the lights don't reach this part of the parking lot, so you'll have to rely on Slider's word. Then you feel a thick ooze between your thighs, and you know you can't face your brother like this. "If he asks, just tell him you were embarrassed and went home."

"And what about you?"

"What about me?"

And that's a stupid question, isn't it? You're not the only one who looks disheveled or smells like sex. But you have to admit that between the spiked hair and the tuck of his shirt, Slider does look somewhat… normal. You wrinkle your nose. "You stink."

"And who the hell do you think is going to come around and take a sniff?" Certainly not Pete. After the fight, he'd probably spend the rest of the night across the bar from Ice if he and Goose didn't leave once it was over. Which left Hollywood, Wolfman, and Ice, but maybe Slider would want Ice to know.

"Fine," you concede, "Give me back my panties."

"What panties?" You give him a look because of course he wants to play dumb after having just fucked you: it's not the first time he's done this. You reach out a hand to his left pocket, trying to ignore his smirk as you fondle it but find nothing there. But when you reach for the right pocket, he stops you halfway. "How are you going to explain the cum dripping down your thigh to your brother, sweet cheeks? He was with your boyfriend all night."

"My boyfriend, huh?" you ask, rolling the term around on your tongue and cocking a hip. "You better hope he doesn't find out about this. My boyfriend, that is."

His eyes scrunch as he moves close enough to whisper into your ear: "Oh, I'm planning on it." He presses a kiss beside your lips and leans back, hand patting the right pocket of his service khakis. He'd have played it off as a farewell if anyone were to walk by.

Next Chapter

#top gun fanfiction #top gun smut #top gun 1986 #ron slider kerner #ron slider kerner x reader #ron slider kerner x f!reader #ron slider kerner smut #slider x reader #tom iceman kazansky #tom iceman kazansky x reader #slider smut #poor slider has like... no content #i'm fixing this #mitchell!reader #maverick's sister out on a mission to bone his rivals

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courtjesterrr · 21 days

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live reacting to fundamental paper education (music video)

okie lets start

ooh basics is behavior i love this song and the art style is cool

ooooh i love the characters designs already i like how they act like paper

w.why is the sky and apples the only thing colored- nvm

Oooooh the students look so cool so far

PFFT- spinnnnnnn

Ooh spanish and MATH. (math hater)

damn bullies (that guy who has 2+2=8 is so me fr)

ooooh thats the guy with the spiky teeth

wait why does the penicl have a needle

RUN BOY RUN (i pfft just the switching to the others students pov is funny)

damn imagine getting an F

wait whys the needl DAMN. OH FUCK. OH. OH GOD. THATS. BRUTAL. WELL THAT ESCALATED FAST.

WHY IS THAT SO HIGH QUALITY???????

THOSE POOR KIDS. (hates kids)

bro really said :3

oh damn nvm they all crazy

GOD THIS LOOKS SO COOL i would also so build a giant boat to ride in a school pool

damn that bitch DROPPED

wait who the hell is alice

NOT AGAIN WHY IS THERE A BLADE AS THE TEACHERS ARM wait is that a ruler NOPE THATS A BLADE

Bros cornered i love these teachers

DAMN THAT STRAIGHT UP BROKE HER LEG

MY KNIGHT IN SHINIBG ARMOR 🥺🥺

ah the room with the studwHATTT.

nya :3 -> nya >:D

ah, soo TAHTS alice! Love the shift in art style, reminds my of bunnycat

DID SHE DIE????

OWWWWWW THAT LOOKS LIKE THAT HURT

"Zip, Oliver, What are you doing." THEM BITCHES (i like them)

SO UHH. YEAH. THAT WAS AWESOME. I DONT RECOMMEND TO ANYONE WHO DOESNT LIKE GORE. OR NEEDLES. OR BLADES.

BUT GO WATCH IT ITS ON YT AND ITS GOOD

#fundamental paper education reaction #I warn you of gore blades needles and violence before you read this/ watch the clip ;-;

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jaimebluesq · 9 months

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Ooooh oooh ooooh! What’s your opinion on 3zun?

Short answer: "I love them! You can fit so much angst and trauma into this baby! *chef's kiss*"

Long answer:

You have three men with some similarities between them, but some differences that hugely affect their views of the world and themselves. Sometimes these differences enrich their relationship to one another, other times they divide them more than anything else.

JGY, for example, has one huge difference from the other two, other than the obvious, that informs a lot of his character. Unlike LXC & NMJ, he doesn't have people who depend on him for care and protection from the time he's young. Both NMJ & LXC have little brothers, and both have sects that they know will be theirs to watch over one day - to a certain degree, selflessness and duty to something bigger than them is ingrained into them from the time they're babies. JGY, however, only has his mother, so his decisions are based on what's best for him and her, his main duty is to himself and his mother. Neither is right or wrong, but it definitely informs how they address problems and their own ambitions/desires.

And then you have NMJ who has been 'preparing' for an early death his entire life. Some people have written on this better than I could, how he lives with one foot in the grave and how this influences his view on the world, on duty, on being willing to die for your sect and your ideals. And you have LXC who could probably cultivate to immortality, and JGY who is determined to survive at all costs. Completely different views of themselves.

Another thing I recently thought of is how each would view authority and the safety within. NMJ knows there is no safety in being a sect leader, that his job is to make it safe for others. LXC, however, would definitely see it as a safe place, particularly as he has his uncle's support and backing. JGY knows there is no safety in authority, and in a way I think he balks at it a bit. People in positions of authority put his mother in the situation she was, threw him down the stairs, etc - he knows that just because someone is in an authoritative position, it doesn't mean they're worthy of or deserving of respect. And by the time JGY becomes sect leader, he's killed 3 other sect leaders - nobody knows how precarious his position is better than him. The fact that NHS slides under his nose as he does is quite amazing in fact!

So yeah, they're all very different and unique. they could be so amazing together if they were all on the same page, but when they're not, they're a disaster.

But one thing is more important to anything else, imho - that they love each other. Whether you enjoy a platonic or romantic 3zun, they all do love each other so very, very much. That's why things go wrong so spectacularly - betrayal etc would not hurt so much if the love wasn't there to begin with.

Thank you for the ask! :D

#answered asks #3zun #nie mingjue #jin guangyao #lan xichen

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thesherrinfordfacility · 7 months

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how in the world do you do it? i sent that ask yesterday and i'm still making my way through your masterpost kind of reeling- almost every moment i paused the show (s2 especially) and thought, that's weird, but couldn't put my finger on why, you've talked about, and expanded on, and it's all so well put. you're slowly curing the countless little ⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️ bouncing around in my head. it's so satisfying, too, to see all those asks with LWA disagreeing with popular fanon. i'd been thinking it was only me.

i'm curious about your interpretation of the bullet catch, specifically aziraphale's motives. i scrolled through a few of your tags and didn't find much about it, but i might have missed something.

i've seen people say it was retaliation for the holy water request (ooc?), or some deliberate test of crowley's willingness to go through with it (and so go through with their relationship, in spite of the danger, or something). then, of course, there's the generally accepted afaik "elaborate trust fall, general aziraphalean ridiculousness" version, but convincing somebody to nearly shoot you seems like a lot (understatement), even then.

it comes across to me as a bit cruel, if that makes sense. this isn't reliant on crowley not wanting to shoot him, or just doing well under pressure. if he's never even shot a gun before, this is almost entirely luck, and i don't buy that the only thing at stake is paperwork, however much they repeat it to themselves. crowley's hands wouldn't have been shaking so badly. if he messes up, he's gonna hurt aziraphale, or have to watch his human body die. it's so fucked.

maybe it could be said that, without their miracles working, they knew they were being watched, and had to continue, but i don't buy that either. aziraphale didn't act like he felt threatened afterwards until furfur showed up- was doing the complete opposite.

that's all i've got for now, but yeah. this blog is awesome and i'm so here for your sideburn theories. have a nice day pls

oh anon✨ you're so sweet!!! i really dk about all that, i just like chatting shit and trying to spot patterns/contradictory stuff/things that don't make sense beyond the script (if that makes sense), so whilst you all might not get Smart out of me you will at least get Passionate🤌

(also YES for LWA appreciation, they deserve it 💕 - still dont know why they do it but im just happy to be involved)

ooooh okay bullet catch. couple of thoughts from me:

aziraphale was happy to go on stage and try to ameliorate the situation between crowley and mrs h (my beloved), but reticent to scope out any Showy-Offy tricks from goldstones shop

crowley hyped aziraphale up enough to go into the shop and find a new trick to perform; hes the angel who fooled nefertiti and is performing on the West End Stage, after all!!!

aziraphale is taken in by the bullet catch trick upon seeing it, but was previously happy to consider another trick. he also, presumably, wasnt aware of the element of trusting a stooge until it was told to him

aziraphale persuades crowley to perform it, even when crowley is obviously uncomfortable, and crowley isn't truthful with him re: firearms experience

crowley agreed, providing that they make use of their miracles if it goes tits up

aziraphale doesnt inform crowley on any of the plan; crowley is notably caught unawares when called out in the audience

miracles don't work, neither of them stop the performance. crowley once again still very uncomfortable, literally shaking on stage, and yet seems to calm at aziraphale ploughing on ahead.

so okay, yeah, ive basically just recited the scene - but a few conclusions:

aziraphale doesn't want to let crowley down or embarrass him by backing out of the act, or indeed by messing it up

i think there's probably some element of aziraphale doing it for himself (self-esteem), but in a way that, post-Realisation, he is showing off a bit... it strikes me that crowley wasn't fully cognizant of this little hobby of his, and aziraphale is taking a moment to do something that (bless him, he thinks) he's good at, and wow crowley as a result

i don't think the holy water request came into his motivations at all, for the same reasons you said. however, it is an appropriate mirror to the holy water request narratively; i think it will come back up in s3, and i think the bullet catch will at least emotionally inform aziraphale on whether to give crowley the water or not

as for crowley's motivations in going along with it; i think to some extent he's paying back the favour, but mainly that it's truly just to make aziraphale happy. a step beyond that; to him, aziraphale is in need of something, and that is something aziraphale is only trusting crowley to deliver. crowley of course assumes miracles will be their safety net, so agrees to be aziraphale's knight in shining armour (*cough* playing hero)

when the miracles fail, aziraphale still has trust in crowley to do it properly. crowley however is left to trust in aziraphale's trust in kind. he still wants to do this for him, but the stakes are a bit higher in that he could shoot his best friend (?) in the face and not see him again on earth for any number of years (imo, it's never, ever been about the paperwork). but aziraphale isn't backing down; is crowley about to disappoint him? of course not.

tl;dr: they're both arseholes for their respective lacks of transparency with each other, deliberately put themselves in harm's way, and it was by sheer luck that they pulled it off. but it is a huge seismic shift in how they see each other, and i don't think we've been shown/suggested the full implications of the whole thing just yet.

thank you so much for your kind words, they honestly make my day!!! hope you have a lovely day too!!!✨💕

#good omens #ask #s2 meta #aziraphale meta #crowley meta #flashback meta #1941 spec

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moboxcritique · 10 months

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I've rewatched some of Goldbox's videos for pure nostalgia and to just enjoy the animations like I used to before I knew he was a terrible person. But rewatching his animations now...

Listen... As someone who is learning animation and genuinely wants to figure out how to animate and be considered as an animator... and I understand everyone learns over time but... I cannot STAND someone of the animation he does. They feel rather lazy or just plain stupid. Out of ALL of the videos he has made my favorite would rather have to be his deleted It's Been so long remastared video. Because it was actually good. I don't know what it is but his videos don't even seem like animations. They seem like animatics with very minimum movement. Some scenes go way too fast or are over-used or just don't make any sense in the slightest. Plus the transitions rather kill me. I understand with their old ones with MS Paint and stuff but like, with them making FNAF animations since 2014 or 2015, you'd think they'd finally start to improve and become better right. Nope. Some yeah good videos but I'm sorry. Some of it is crap. I'd say their worst animation/s were do you even and how to pretend (which okay maybe I can kind of excuse because they said they cancelled it or whatever), and also purple wedding and afton family.

I'm not saying people can't improve and that he isn't trying but, his animations have had times when they have annoyed me to the point I kept telling myself "does this even count as animation..." Because it kind of doesn't to me I'm sorry.

I'm sorry if this comes off as really harsh and rather rude. Just, some of his animations are off. I'd say some of his good ones are daisy bell, death of purple guy, it's been so long remastared, glitchtrap voice and nowhere to run. That's it. Okay bye.

*She, Mob isn't trans

Ooooh, this is what I was talking about, Mob seems to have become better at drawing, but everything seems to be just as tasteless, without effort, and everything is also not following the banal rules of anatomy

And you're right, it's really a slideshow where sometimes the mouth, eyes and hands move, still lazily and without effort, I can repeat it all using Ibis and Cupcut

Oh, how I love the way she animates the arms, cuts out the part from the elbow, while forgetting that after you move the part of the arm, the lines need to be closed 🥰

Seriously Mob, there's not a lot of animation to be this lazy and that's despite the fact that you release videos only with the coming of Christ

I watched the latest Mob animation and noticed a principle that I called "3 frames"

Almost always when the animation goes beyond the movement of the eyes, mouth and hands, it only uses three frames to show it

Patty: Deal with serious conflict and criticize Mob's behavior: NO

Suddenly appear in posts and completely humiliate everything that Mob creates: YES

Mod Cagney: I rewatched the Nowhere To Run animation and noticed it had a lot of problems with it, the 3 frames thing being one of the many, it's the same thing with the It's Time To Die Remastered animation. It's not her best animation like I originally thought

Expect an in-depth review of both of these videos soon

#mod patty #my-name-is-bunnyfoxy #ask #text post #long text post #fnaf affinity au #asks #youtube stuff #youtube #mobox87

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uriekukistan · 3 months

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Kaneki for the character ask? 👉👈

My first impression: the reason i got into tg as much as i did. before i watched i hadnt watched a whole series since i watched death note bc i couldn't find a main character that was as interesting to me as light...and then i found KANEKI

My impression now: i still love him, especially once i read the manga. similar to how i was w death note, i haven't been able to get through another series since tg bc i can't find another mc that interests me as much as kaneki or light. he's so cool and fucked up what a silly guy

Favorite thing about that character: i love when they're insane (pt 400049589208520). i also feel like aggravatingly similar to him sometimes so that's always fun. analyzing him is like analyzing myself

Least favorite thing: analyzing him is like analyzing myself. also anime kaneki is...not as badass as manga kaneki lets leave it at that...

Favorite line/scene: where do i even start...ig this is more of a haise moment but it's also a kaneki moment lowkey at the beginning of re when he's going against nishio and haise is like losing his shit and brain kaneki is whispering in his ear yeah that was so cool and sent chills down me idk. also when he broke half of ayato's bones what a sick lil dude i love it

Favorite interaction that character has with another: back to the beginning of re when haise kinda switches into the kaneki personality when he's going against nishio and he says "i don't think you want to know me" and does the finger crack ooooh lemme tell you i was kicking my feet in bed at 4am watching that bc first i was like ohh its kaneki (as we know the anime doesn't explain shit) and then i was like if i was nishio i would run away bc that was so scary ooooh i love it

A character that I wish that character would interact with more: i think we needed more kaneki and hide interactions like i know we got a decent amount but like. there should have been more.

Another character from another fandom that reminds me of that character: im so bad at this ummm mello from death note bc the world beats them down and tells them theyre not good enough throughout their childhoods, so they grow up with this idea that they're always inferior and it eventually turns into rage but also a deep incurable loneliness. and if you go with the theory that kaneki actually died and was not saved by ayato at the end of the series (which i enjoy bc i love pain and suffering), then they both die alone unable to protect those they care for or fulfill what they think they're life's purpose is okay im gonna go cry now

A headcanon about that character: he definitely wrote fanfiction in middle school are we kidding

A song that reminds of that character: class of 2013 by mitski

An unpopular opinion about that character: did he really deserve a happy ending? he did a lot of bad things, mass murder, cannibalism, destroyed lives and families...but maybe i just love pain and suffering...i do want to see him happy too but i just.

Favorite picture:

this was so hard because ishida's art is beautiful, but this had to be it. this kinda encompasses everything i love about ishida's art - the portrayal of emotion, the use of ink heavy pages to show tension and conflict, the despair, like its just so good

#tokyo ghoul #tokyo ghoul :re #tgre #kaneki ken #sasaki haise

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practically-an-x-man · 3 months

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An angel has come down from the heavens and has decided to grant your OCs one consequence-free wish- no strings attached. What do they wish for?

Ooooh good question! Thank you!

(and... yeah, just to make things more interesting, I'm shying away from typical Good Samaritan-type wishes. It's nice to think that they'd eradicate cancer if given the chance, or something like that, but it's just not exciting to read)

Rae: Her mind, and Warren's mind, are now both completely immune to brainwashing or any other mental manipulation. She's been through that shit once, she's not going through it again.

Robin: Every human being on Earth is instantly granted a basic knowledge of ASL - even just the alphabet would be fine, fingerspelling is better than nothing. She's tired of people expecting her to play catch-up instead of making an effort to communicate themselves.

Madison: Wishes for her daggers to be unbreakable, and for them to always return to her when she wants them. Sure, she could have picked something a little more selfless, but she's been hurt too many times for not having her knives when she needed them. Above everything else, she wants to feel safe.

Ophelia: Thinks about this for a long time. She could give herself superpowers, like she's always inwardly wished she had... but she doesn't want to go overboard and lose the skills she's built for herself. In the end, she gives herself healing factor and nothing more. Enough to keep pace and make the injuries easier to bear, but still maintaining who she is.

Jasper: Wishes that Kyle is returned, mentally and physically, to where he was before his death. They love him either way, but they know he still struggles with everything he was put through and they'd love for him to be free of that pain and to feel like himself again.

Katherine: Honestly... I think she's pretty satisfied with who she is, and she struggles with what to wish for. Eventually she wishes to shift the tablet's magic slightly - instead of sunset to sunrise, they all wake up a little earlier and have to return a little later, so they can see the sun again. It's been decades for some of them, and that just hurts her heart.

Kestrel: Their identity as Kestrel is now innate to them - they can still shapeshift, but they don't have to work so hard to find their way back.

Quinn: All the damage to her legs and back is reversed. Hell, she doesn't even care if she's still in pain, just let her run again.

Eris: Very nearly, impulsively wishes for Rick to be immortal so they won't have to watch him die sometime in the future- but stops himself, remembering how many times they've had arguments like this. Finally she comes up with conditions: Rick is immortal until he chooses not to be, and his immortality is the same as Eris' (no aging, accelerated healing but not invulnerable, stronger when rested).

Nikoletta: Almost wishes for her shadow-touch to be no more... then decides she can live with it. Instead she wishes that Abner is never haunted by his past or his mother again. That's far too personal for her to admit, though, so if anyone asks she'll say that she wished for herself to feel warm again. It's a good alibi for most people, but Abner figures it out within the week (he's been strangely at peace for the first time in decades, and she still shivers in the middle of August)

#my friends!!!#answered asks #my ocs #jasper wilson #ophelia octavius #madison douglas #oc quinn/aces #oc kestrel #oc katherine johnson #rae mckinney #robin cassidy #oc eris #nikoletta bordeaux

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harurio · 2 months

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guardian ep6

@oneiro-nautical the cat's sleeping on my legs for this one. very warm and heavy

awww the straights are being okay. one of them is going to die then i suppose

I'M TELLING YOU

HEART EYES ALERT

oh oof that flashback. chu shuzhi lost somebody didn't he. very good work by the actor too, the way his face fell made my throat close up a little

hey shen wei! and a hei pao shi reveal to boot. is that a yunlan i see on a bike in the distance (it is!)

oh something's wrong with that guy's fiancee the music told me so

you could cut the tension in this weilan scene with a knife. that damn lollipop. not to be crass but look at him

smthn smthn call that man osha the way he's demanding a railing!!!

aw hell yeah i love creepy mirrors

never fear! hei pao shi is here!

sooo.... was the mirror girl the one that guy fell in love with? bc she was the one who looked more torn up about everything, the real girl just seemed pissed

oh heck. at it with the morally ambiguous and terribly sad situations again. i feel for both girls, though maybe a little more for the mirror girl, because she's the one in love and the other girl just wants what's rightfully hers

oof.

'love caused calamity' hey shen wei are we projecting here? this sounds like self-recrimination >:/

ooooh yunlan he is living rent free in your headdddd

and you are breaking rent free into his house. maybe don't do that

and now you're sending him bugged presents. behold, the mating rituals of the bisexual boytoy

poor li qian. i hope we continue to hear updates. also was it in the script that whenever weilan walk they have to be perfectly in step or did they just do that naturally

gettin real tired of your shit checkers man. do something already

you can really tell that shen wei is neither mortal nor (probably) human as he stands there very calmly allowing a couple of thugs to steal all his worldly goods. he has clearly had so many more important things to worry about for so many centuries

i really enjoyed this episode and i would love to watch the next to see how the mugging plays out but unfortunately i gotta put myself to bed at a reasonable hour tonight. sleep is for the weak and baby i can't do even one pushup 👍

#these posts keep getting longer. if they ever get obscenely long i'll start adding readmores #lao chu getting soft about xiao guo is my weakness i love them both #also i definitely would have continued the meme with 'once again i have been written up by hr' and a shot of shen wei #but i couldn't find a frame in which he looked disapproving enough to be convincing #lmaoooo #can't believe we will never get to see them kiss -_-#guardian #liveblogging

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watchingspnagain · 6 months

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Rewatching Death Takes a Holiday

Welcome to “All This Ep Needs Is Cas and a Pottery Wheel: A Supernatural Rewatch Blog” with Lor and Mace!

Up today, s4e15: Death Takes a Holiday

Bobby alerts the boys to a town where no one has died for weeks—even those who definitely should have, like a man who was shot point-blank in the chest. Upon investigation, they find the last person to die in the town, a teenager named Cole, who reports that when he died a Reaper appeared but was then taken away by black smoke. With help from Pam, Sam and Dean enter the spirit world, where they discover that Alastair is kidnapping reapers because killing Reapers is one of the seals. They are able to stop Alastair from breaking the seal, but Pam is killed by a demon before they can help her. After the boys stop Alaister, he confronts Dean alone and tells Dean that he cannot escape him. Castiel appears, zapping Alastair away, and congratulates Dean on stopping the seal from breaking before revealing that it was not Bobby who called them about the town, but him. Dean askes Cas why they can’t make more exceptions about who has to die—after all, Cas saved him from hell. Dean is unimpressed by Cas’s answer that Dean is different.

Below is a log of our real-time reactions as we watched. Remember that there may be spoilers for any part of SPN’s 15-season run here. Note also that the nature of our conversation is adult and thus it may contain adult language and themes.

[and we begin:]

Mace:

ugh alastair. he’s so gross

Lor:

nothing stays dead in Supernatural

Mace:

snork

except women

Lor:

except extras in the cold open, so something's hinky

Mace:

and sometimes gays

Lor:

stupid show

Mace:

the worst

no, you’re a donut, you donut

Lor:

RIGHT?

who uses donut that way? (I love you, Dean)

Mace:

Ha!

Lor:

aw, fraught brothers

Mace:

oh Jesus, Dean, stop being a drama queen and get in the car

Lor:

LOL

Mace:

Iiii, don’t remember this ep at all (so far at least)

Lor:

I have the vaguest recollection but I don't know where they are going at all

Mace:

ooooh CAS REFERENCE (sort of)

Lor:

CAAAAAAAAS

I mean, Dean was literally just pulled out of hell by an angel, guys

I mean, I have seen this show before, so I know it's not miracles, but THEY HAVEN'T

Mace:

Ha! Yeah, but that wasn’t really a miracle for miracle’s sake.

Lor:

no it was for eyefucking's sake

Mace:

SNORK

god, Dean, stop being such a grump

Lor:

is Dean wearing gloves? immediately starts crocheting him mittens

Mace:

“the normal rules don’t really apply to us” listen to your brother, Dean, he’s smort

snork

Lor:

EXCUSE ME. he's Jim the Mechanic

"I don't have a good answer"

Mace:

Lor:

dammit Dean now I want something fried

Mace:

HAHAHAHA EW

omg Sam that’s so hot

Lor:

blood freak!Sam is hot

Mace:

HAHAHAHAHAHA

Lor:

HAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA

Mace:

stay in your lane, Lor

Lor:

LOL

apologies

Mace:

“no thanks, House"

Lor:

brings Dean an ibuprofren and snuggles him

Sam you LIAR

Mace:

oh sam, your pants are on fire

Lor:

just because you look so good in that hoodie

Mace:

exactly

Lor:

aaaaah, breaking seals

right. that's what this season is about

I always forget that we go through a whole season of this before the apocalypse stuff

Mace:

roger that. i’d forgotten too

right?!

SAM nice word choice

Lor:

hahaha the boys' facial expressions

Mace:

YES

ah, Outsiders reference

Lor:

oh shut up Pam it's been like twice. just because you lost your eyes sheesh

NICE

Mace:

god, Dean, eat a piece of cheese

Lor:

LOL

aww lookitem all lying down

Mace:

oh, this doesn’t end well for her does it?

Lor:

I don't remember

I think no

I think she gets horrible dead

Mace:

yeah

Lor:

DEAN WINCHESTER

Mace:

is it weird that they’re even hotter dead

Lor:

no?

Mace:

BACK OFF, HAG

Lor:

GOD SAM IS HOT IN THIS ONE

Mace:

RIGHT?!?!

“get out of me” HAHAHAHA

Lor:

LOLOL

Mace:

DEAN WINCHESTER NO

Lor:

I love that Dean is like "what can I poke as a ghost"

Mace:

YES

Lor:

"thanks, Haley Joel" haaaaahahahaha

Mace:

snork

Lor:

and the face Dean makes

Mace:

YES

Lor:

wait Dean doesn't remember Tessa?

Mace:

yeah, why doesn’t he remember that

Lor:

huh

Mace:

weird

Lor:

I'm gonna assume that was just an expediency to remind the audience

Mace:

yeah

sloppy, though

Lor:

yeah

Mace:

mmm the high freckle count makes up for it

Lor:

YES

nrrrrrf the HOODIE

Mace:

YES

Lor:

Sam what are you doing

Mace:

oh Sam are you lying to a kid?!

Lor:

all the supernatural creatures want Dean. Reapers, Angels, God, the Darkness

Mace:

yeah

Lor:

oh Dean

Mace:

omg the looks they give the kid when he doesn’t know Karate Kid

Lor:

and now Dean has to pause the hunt to sit down and watch Karate Kid with Cole

YES

Mace:

omg Sam’s laugh

Lor:

YES

"you gotta teach us that"

Mace:

HAHAHA he’s the only kid in the room right there

Lor:

YES

Mace:

ewewewew

so gross

Lor:

did they forget that ghosts have weaknesses?

ooof this particular Alastair is SO creepy

Mace:

hence my ews

Lor:

yeah

Mace:

arctic craphole hahahaha

Lor:

lol

SHE DIDN'T ALREADY HAVE THE DOOR LOCKED?!

Mace:

right?!

Lor:

she's blind and sitting in a room with two dead bodies what the hell?

Mace:

tsk

you can SEE Dean thinking fast

Lor:

YES

Mace:

don’t shit your pants, boys

Lor:

LOL

you're not wearing a skirt, Pam

Mace:

Koons, give her her common wordplay

Lor:

grumbles

OMG LOOKIT HIM

Mace:

YAS

so young

Lor:

RIGHT?

and so rumbly voiced

and sex-haired

Mace:

HAHAHA

Lor:

"whatever I ask, you seem to do the exact opposite"

Mace:

“you seem to do the exact opposite”

HAHAHA

Lor:

get used to that Cas, that's just Dean

you'll love it eventually

Mace:

yep

as a parent, this hurts me

Lor:

yeah

"we're all scared"

Mace:

“sooner than you think” FUCK YOU 987439282

Lor:

RIGHT?!

omg their faces

Mace:

right?

Lor:

and Dean trying to tell her she's going somewhere better after that speech Tessa just gave him

Mace:

yeah

I don’t really get why they’d write that for him

Lor:

yeah, it seems like he's holding onto the idea of a better place way harder than I'd expect him to

Mace:

yeah, it doesn't track

he’s too pessimistic, and he knows she’s too smart to believe him

Lor:

yeah

Mace:

and he’s generally not insincere

Lor:

nope

Mace:

overall, pretty sloppy writing in that one

Lor:

both of the boys lied to dying/dead people in this ep, and they both feel a little ooc

#watchingspnagain #watchingspnagain 4x15 #supernatural #spn #spn 4x15 #spn meta #spn spoilers #watchingspnagain demons #watchingspnagain dean sleeping #watchingspnagain ooc #watchingspnagain treatment of female characters #watchingspnagain treatment of queer characters #watchingspnagain where's the angel?!

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jinx-blackout-84 · 6 months

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My highschool quote book:

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"Violence is never the answer.... unless it is" (said with a mischievous look)

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"I won't give you a 100 on assignment you didn't do"

"Not even for my birthday?"

".....it's not your birthday"

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"I'm going to lick your shoulder" -girl 1

"DO NOT LICK MY SHOULDER" -girl 2

"Then cover it up, whore." -girl 1

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"Here's the thing, if someone licks your shoulder because you don't have it covered, that's on you," - math teacher

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"Okay but the submissionn didn't work and the document got deleted. I did the assignment, I swear!"

"What was the passage you had to read with the questions about, then?"

".....I prefer not to answer"

"Yeah. Sit down."

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"You guys are great. Not because youre a good class, I hate this class, but because you all turned in your presentations, and I didn't expect any of you to do it." -English teacher

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"Hey so the presentation was supposed to be between 3-5 minutes. Yours was 23 seconds." -English teacher

".......well you can't say I wasn't efficient!"

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"Are those drugs or tictacs? If theyre adderall I want one"

"Tictacs."

(At least 6 dissapointed sighs)

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(For refrence they are both straight guys)

"Stop using my phone to take pictures of guy 1, I don't even know him." -Me

"But he's so hottttt....." -guy 2

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"Can I touch your nipples?" -guy 2

"Not in public, babe" -guy 1

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"So I was walking past the makeout hallway"

Guy 2, excitedly, "THERES A MAKEOUT HALLWAY??? TEACHER ME AND GUY 1 NEED TO GO ON A BATHROOM BREAK"

"You need to not fail my class. Do your notes."

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"Guy 2, can you stay over tonight?" -guy 1

"OoOoH do you want to kiss me????"-Guy 2

"No I want to play video games." - guy 1

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"So basically we are making a petition so me and guy 5 can be cheerleaders" -guy 4

"so I'll see you in a skirt?" -guy 6

"yes." -guy 4

"Can I sign this more than once?" -guy 6

(They did not get to be cheerleaders)

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"Okay, so you know the the college fair is today-" -math teacher

(Girl raises hand)

"Can I sleep on the floor instead of attending?" -girl 3

"Are you referring to actual college or just the college fair?" -math teacher

"Both. You never answered my question" -girl 3

"You may not sleep through the college fair." -math teacher

"This is why the school system is failing." -girl 3

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"Penis exploding machine"

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"Project emo"

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"Is it a vape?" -English teacher

"...Its a highlighter" -4 people say at once (it was a pink highlighter)

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"Google search how to kill your entire family?"

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"I feel like the second someone becomes famous they are immediately imbued with the urge to touch children" -Me

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"I wouldn't kill you guys, that's too much work." -English teacher

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"Am I watching a drug deal happen right now? What is happening?" -English teacher

"No I just give him money because he's my friend"

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"Pov: the girlies go on a road trip to cannibalize politicians" - Me

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"I wasnt looking at your boobs because they're sexy, im staring at them because I'm a fucking idiot" - Me

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"As a proud part of the gay." - Me

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"Everybody's parents die at some point, you dont have to be so sad about it" -Me

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"Are you having a boy or an abortion?"

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"I wont make you touch Jeremy's vagina, Guy 7, you don't like those" -Me

(Jeremy is an airpod case. His vagina is the charging port. Guy 7 is gay)

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"Save that for your discord boy" - Me

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"if your nipples are purple, you're not a virgin" - Me

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"I do not condone racism" -Guy 7

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"I encourage realistic thinking, not positive, but realistic" - English teacher

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"School is about doing things you don't like" -English teacher

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"shit down" -English teacher

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"Karate in the English room is a no" -Me

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"He dance battled too hard, the cops went after him" -Guy 7

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"I think, had he not insisted upon gyrating at people, the cops may not have been involved" -Me

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"Note to self: the cops do not appreciate being thrust at or run from" -Me

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"you cant have too many grandpas, don't get greedy, guy 7" -Me

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"I hate this ruler..."(Darkly) "I have to snap it in half"

#jinx screams into the void #Quote books #Jinx exists in real life

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sidecharactersdomatter · 5 months

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Thoughts I had during TGCF S1 Ep 9

-Previously on TGCF…

-He’s gonna jump into the pit, he’s jumping into the pit, he jumped into the pit! (My quick recap of the previous Ep, also slight Flushed Away reference if you squint)

-Wait, one of the Ban Yue soldiers put Tian Sheng down while watching San Lang seemingly sacrifice himself into the pit

-Welp this confirms Xie Lian is pretty ride or die

-Kemo caught him

-Xie Lian’s like: Well I am going down there, but I won’t go down alone!

-Thanks Ruoye

-She’s awake

-She freed herself

-There go the Ban Yue soldiers

-Dang Kemo is strong

-Well Xie Lian wasn’t wrong

-The pit’s entrance is sealed!

-*Gasps!* This scene people!

-Trust fall! TRUST FALL! (I told you it was gonna happen in this ep, told ya~!)

-Yes he caught his man

-Is that the same guy from Mt. Yujun?

-Oh San Lang is so secretly touch starved people! I am weak in the knees!

-Xie Lian: Thank goodness. Alright, put me down. San Lang: No. Valid San Lang *nods and smiles*

-Oooh he brought him in closer!!!! AAAAAHHH!!!

-He touched his throat!

-So many dead Ban Yue people

-There’s your answer Xie Lian

-So much blood

-Ooooh Dance fight! Dance fight!

-You go San Lang respectfully manhandle Xie Lian like a boss!

-Oooh right in Kemo’s face

-Yeah San Lang would totally carry him all day

-Hi E Ming (I’ve seen the first three episodes of Season 2, remember)

-E Ming: I’ll handle him master, go support your man!

-More dance fighting!

-Woah how was San Lang able to do all of that???

-Woah Woah wait Xie Lian, you’re just gonna excuse the mass murder San Lang committed in the pit?????

-He’s asking if you know he’s a ghost, man

-Woah Xie Lian has good standards people, and he respects boundaries

-And now Xie Lian helps out in the fight

-There’s a way out of the pit???

-Let me just find somewhere that isn’t covered in blood

-Oh yeah you’re grateful for San Lang carrying you

-There’s San Lang

-Oooh he stopped him from falling again!

-Thank you San Lang

-San Lang’s so protective

-Yeah the murdering part was all San Lang man

-The faces they made when he called them out for jumping into the pit XD Xie Lian’s eyes are wide and blank while San Lan has a cat face! XDXDXDXDXD

-The noise that’s made when their faces returned to normal XD

-Oooh that’s a good bargain

-Oh backstory on the Ban Yue perceptor

-Real parent of the year award

-Her poor mother did not deserve it

-They really do look like they’re from an ancient Islamic time

-We never get to see any other spells the state perceptor uses other than those violet slashes and the scorpion tailed cobras

-Aww Kemo had sympathy for her

-I think that made it worse

-Uh oh! A cave in and a sandstorm!

-She saved them

-That explains a lot

-Oh she looks so sad as an imperial perceptor

-That sounds bad

-That explains the betrayal

-She came down!

Episode 9 lowkey fed us Capiche? 3 Eps left to react to!

#my reaction #episode commentary #episode 9 #tian guan ci fu #tgcf #heaven official's blessing #Tgcf season 1 #xie lian #san lang #hua cheng #Tian sheng #Ban yue #tgcf kemo #English dub #hualian #episode reaction #E ming #ruoye

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lurkingteapot · 8 months

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Only Friends เพื่อนต้องห้าม Ep 4

Nearly two weeks late and I'm finally, finally getting around to catching up with my favourite mess.

Live watch notes!

Oh wow, we're starting out right away on the heavy stuff, huh

oh god Khaotung's acting, He's so good.

there's that word again, "burden"

thank fuck Mew cottoned on to this being a goodbye

I somehow fully expected Ray to just drop the phone into the tub

he's sitting in the EMPTY tub??? was this just for mess prevention? oh Ray, oh baby.

No, love, no, your mum did not die because of you.

HELL YEAH CHEUAM'S A LESBIAN (sorry, I'm just so excited to hear a girl actually SAY it) (but also Ray being a hit with the wlw tracks)

ooh wait wait, these shirts-- is this the make-out night?

also Ray I get you probably don't mean it like that, but you're sorta … guilt-tripping Mew here.

love the way this kinda tells us audience members a) the backstory of Ray taking that call b) that Mew's rejected Ray before c) that Ray was so desperately seeking connection that he came off weirdly manipulative about it

GOD Khaotungggg

this is shot very prettily but also what the fuck, Boston, is EVERYTHING blackmail material to you

adfsadfa LOVE Mew calling Ray out on the shirt

sleepover!!

"not your type" huh. HUH.

Ray really is hung up on him, huh.

Proud of Mew for setting that boundary.

Sand is not buying it.

Oh Sand, oh Sand.

Ooop put your foot in it

Nick, what are you lying to Sand about that?

oof "he's not normal, his reputation is bad"

oh man the employees all wai'ing the boss's son … urgh god I hate rich people, sorry Top I'm sure you're not actually that bad but URGH (also yes I'm aware of the double standard I've got going here, the way just-as-rich-kid Ray is my little meow meow)

wait, is this the photo booth where Top and Boston made out?

is this just a common architecture feature in spensive hotels, or is this the same hotel they shot Chaan's apartment in LoA with?

ooooh that plane is Boston's, isn't it

Ray and Sand may be doomed by the narrative but I love every second I get out of them anyway.

I love Sand so muchhhh

First is really good at that searching eye contact thing

ถ้ามึงอยากเป็นเพื่อนกับกูอยู่นะ คิดถึงความรู้สึกกูบ้าง BOUNDARIES we love to see them

the way they put the asshole angle on Boston here, I love it

oooh you made Boston mad just now

hookups so you can sleep, hookups to let off steam

oh man, Nick, oh man, this is not okay behaviour and you KNOW it

"I can't" -> the way it's put in Thai is กูไม่สดวก which is basically 都合が悪い but feels like 困る. Gotta ask teacher about that one.

is this why physical pictures are all you deal with, or are you just … talking out your ass because you know Nick is dtf either way for a bit yet

Mark Pakin, the actor you are

this is not news but I'd like to reiterate that I love how we have Rich Boys and Poor Boys are a theme here

asdfadfasdf "stay away from Boston" Nick, Top's been TRYING

but oh man Top is an arrogant ass. like. scary slick.

Ohhhh wow Nick, wow, wow wow. at least you're self-aware? ish?

Oh fuck of course he ran over Sand

Go go go Sand

oooof there's history here, I see. I still think it's about someone Sand liked before.

I really hope Sand's bike is fine

Nickkkkk how about you don't lie to Sand? but urgh you're also getting him in trouble which. ooof I can see this making things really complicated for him and Ray going forward.

Sand is like "oh bruv NO"

CALLED IT

Mew is so unimpressed. I'm impressed with Ray for owning up to it though, and for apologising – it's so easy to fall into the "I'm an awful person and they'll hate me anyway" spiral.

okay so at least Sand and Ray can bond over hating Top

Mew, please get mad about Top being a controlling ass like that

You've got nothing to hide, right, Top? Right?

sooo was that Not Mew in the car with Ray, then? Photoshop?

oh we're going here, huh

oh wait, was that him again just now?

that's a really good line to draw, Mew, and also you've got an excellent point about addiction here

oh man oh man oh man I'm really liking Mew more and more this ep and Top is doing nothing to endear himself to me.

oh man, someone's gonna drink that water and it's going to be a Situation™

Top, you asshole, if you could not question every single one boundary Mew sets, that'd be ace

so the thing is. Top. Why would you think Mew would believe that? you talk big.

!! this is a song from the playlist!!

fuck, Sand is so gone on him alreadyyyy, I really thought he had more distance than that, but nope nope nope

I continue to be so impressed with this show. The preview is nerve wracking, but I'm going to be strong and only watch that when I've got another 5k or so of work words done. One more ep, and then I'll have a day to wade into the tag! EXCITED.

#only friends #only friends the series #เพื่อนต้องห้าม #พตห #only friends ep 4 #bl watch liveblog #bl watch live blog #my nonsense

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nyxnightshade1332 · 7 months

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Expectations When Expecting (Prologue)

Chapter 14

Chapter 15:

Fighting them had led to nothing more than the multiplication of ghosts in the mini brawl (if it was considered a brawl to literally be running while throwing spells) . She, of course, had resorted to throwing rocks, which surprisingly would sometimes land a hit.

"More ghosts?! They're floating around here too!" Ace cried over the sea of chaotic giggles that erupted from the ghosts. He ducked at another rock that made contact with a ghost, making it disappear with a comedic, "Owie!"

"If we stop to fight, we'll never get anywhere. Let's just keep moving." Deuce gasped, pulling ahead of the group as if to lead them to somewhere safe.

"Sure, but don't act like we voted you team leader." Ace responded, inhaling to try to speak as he ran. "The only reason we're here in the first place is because of that stupid stunt you pulled." Ace accused.

Deuce's jaw dropped at the audacity of the ginger haired boy. "Oh? I'm pretty sure this all started because you tried to shirk your window-cleaning punishment!" He retorted. Ducking behind a wall, effectively leading the group to an escape from the ghosts.

"So, we're bringing up ancient history now?" Ace scoffed, sitting down to regain some energy. "Then if you wanna get down to brass tacks, this all started when this furball torched that statue!" He hissed, glaring at Grim.

"Maybe you shouldn'ta made fun of me, then!" The cat monster yowled indignantly, spitting at Ace, who childishly stuck his tongue out.

"Would you idiots just quit it with the blame game!" Yuu whisper-yelled, gasping for air and shivering. "Holy heck, wow. I'm never doing that again." The girl groaned.

"If you puke, I'm leaving you here to die." Ace quipped, irking her. She shot him her best STFU glare.

"Guys! We're in real hot water, remember?!" Deuce reminded them, handing Yuu a (very crinkled) paper to fan herself. She took it gratefully. "If we don't come back with a magestone by morning, we're all being expelled!"

"Yeah, which is why we don't need you ordering the rest of us around. It gets old real fast." Ace snapped. Yuu opened her mouth to argue again before freezing.

"Yuu! Run!" She heard the voice cry out faintly before hearing the groaning of something heavy traveling through the mineshaft.

"... Guys? Guys shut up." She said, attempting to remain calm.

Ace sputtered incredulously. "No, you-!" He began before being promptly silenced by a distant bellowing. The ginger shrunk back, scampering to be behind her.

"Wh-where's that comin' from?" He whisper-yelled, terror flashing vaguely in his eyes.

The movement began to get louder, bringing the voice with it. "...neeevvvaaa... ...iiivvv... ...ooouuu..." Wailed the disembodied voice as the hair on Yuu's arms raised.

"Ooooh... this is definitely not good." She sucked in a breath.

Deuce shuddered slightly. "Sounds like... it's getting closer..." He pointed out, anxiously rubbing his wrist.

Yuu felt a harsh tug on her sleeve, pulling Ace, Grim, and herself forward, pulling them away from the wall, making them face away from Deuce, who was now behind them. Yuu's eyes caught movement from behind the corner. For a moment, she didn't have a clue as to what she was looking at.

From behind the wall, the group watched as a large, deformed figure bound past them. From the dull lighting of the mine shaft, she noticed its large hatted head glistening as if made out of glass. She felt her heart begin to pound as she noticed a thick, inky substance oozing from its body, nauseating her.

"... What- what is that thing?!" She yelped, scrambling backwards and alerting the beast.

"Stooonesss... ...nevvva give stooonesss...!" It bellowed, making the ground shake with the power it possessed.

Yuu's consciousness seemed to recede, ignoring whatever it was the boys were saying. She stood, frozen at the sight of such a horrible monster that was making its way toward their hiding spot. Instinctively, she wrapped her delicate arms around her abdomen in an attempt to shield her unborn baby from the clear danger.

She shook herself out of the trance-like state in time to see Deuce being pulled back by Ace.

"Are you outta your mind?!" The ginger haired boy hissed at his classmate. Yuu looked into Deuce's eyes, noting a distinct desperate reaction.

"Deuce! Please don't go! It's too dangerous!" She pleaded with him.

Deuce simply looked down before growling. "No! I won't be expelled!" Yuu felt the dread pool in her stomach, realizing exactly what was about to happen. The dark haired boy placed a hand on his magical pen. "No matter what!"

Chapter 16

#disney twst #twisted wonderland #twst #twst fanfic #nyx nightshade #preg!mc #twst oc #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland prologue

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red-moon-at-night · 9 months

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Ooooh, if you're up for it, Secrets or Laughter for the drabble prompts? 👀

HELLO... thank you for the ask 💜 I may have gone overboard because I got really into this one so!! Enjoy!! Also it ended up being Both words. it started as One of them and ended being Both so enjoy that too!!

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It's another night of watching over Mahiru as she recovers from fresh wounds, another night of watching over her battered friend slowly lift herself away from the brink of death.

Yuno watches her chest rise and fall under the blanket she brought, faint and weak but never wavering.

It's just another normal night of looking after her– until it's not.

"Can I tell you a secret?" Mahiru asks in the dead of night, voice quiet and raspy from disuse. She mumbles the question into her pillow, drifting between wakefulness and sleep.

"Sure." Yuno replies, brushing strands of hair away from her face with cold fingers. It's a beautiful colour– like honey, she thinks.

"If I were to fall asleep right now, and never wake up… I wouldn't really mind."

Yuno pauses, fingers stopping for a moment.

"Is that so?" The palm of her hand rests against warm skin. She mulls on her words before responding, "…Then, can I tell you a secret too?"

"Mhm," Mahiru nods gently back, forehead leaning into the touch. Yuno is careful not to agitate the bandages that wrap around her head.

"I haven't felt alive for a while, myself…" it's funny how when she says it out loud she can feel her skin growing cooler– clammy, even. "So it's a real shame, for someone so warm to feel that way, too."

Mahiru's eyes half-open at that, bleary from sleep. They blink slowly up towards Yuno.

"Really…?"

"Yeah."

It doesn't feel like a secret, to speak it into existence, when the thought has lived and breathed in her mind for a while. However, there's a solidifying reality to the words left hanging in the room between two people that know what they mean. It's a little scary, even. But despite that… there's something reassuring about choosing to do it with a sleepy, half-conscious Mahiru in the middle of the night.

A small silence follows before Mahiru replies, as she becomes a little more awake, as the sentences sink in. Her eyes search her friend, a doleful expression washing over her face.

"I didn't… I didn't know you… but you're always so upbeat, and– and so positive all the time, and–"

"–And so are you." Yuno cuts in, unable to help herself. Her words are bitterly cold, absolutely sub-zero in temperature, but…her eyes gaze back at Mahiru's with a little warmth. Tepid, even.

The room goes quiet once more, but words are silently spoken between the two prisoners. The resentment of being judged for the way that they love, and having that love bring them to a breaking point. The feeling of being selfish despite it all. It's a resounding sentiment of 'I understand you' that fills the empty space.

After what feels like hours, Mahiru speaks up.

"Yuno…thank you. For you to come and help me… even when you're feeling the way you are… you're not really a cold person, are you?"

She lifts her good arm out of the sheets and blankets to place a hand on top of Yuno's.

"Well–" she adds on, "you are cold, like, to the touch. But not on the inside! I–" she interrupts herself with a series of coughs, chest jolting with the force of it, "I… just know it."

"Hey, let's stop talking for a while, okay? Your chest sounds terrible and I don't want Shidou chiding me for doing a poor job at being your nightwatch." It's all she can think to say in response to such heartfelt words, which, in retrospect she decides is very shitty of her. So she chooses instead to double down and do what she does best: be silly and change the topic. "I can imagine it already– his puckered up face like he's just sucked on a sour lemon. 'Yuno, thank you for your help, but please… our poor patient can't keep handing out exceedingly nice comments! She'll die of complimentitis!' …did I do his voice right?"

It's a moment too late to realise that sending Mahiru into a fit of giggles is a terrible idea before it happens anyway. As expected, it goes from giggles to coughing fits, and Yuno wonders for a brief horrifying moment if she'll have to actually get Shidou and explain to him what happened…but thankfully, Mahiru handles it like a champ and composes herself. The trickles of burbling laughter that ebb away do find a way into Yuno's own chest, blooming into a small warmth. A very small warmth amidst the cold, but a warmth nonetheless.

"Are you okay?"

"I… I'm fine! You're just… very funny." Mahiru giggles again, quietly this time. "It did sound a lot like him, by the way. You're way too good at that!"

Yuno allows herself a smile.

"Okay, good…phew, I thought I was in trouble for a minute there!" She starts smoothing out the bedding, "but seriously, let's get you settled and off to sleep. You really need the rest, Mappi."

The patient in question ruins her good work by grabbing the corner of the sheets and blankets and peeling it away.

"Okay, but…let me warm you up."

"…Mahiru–"

"You're cold, aren't you? I'm not letting you sleep in that chair, that's way too uncomfortable." She begins to slowly shuffle to one side of the bed– which is something she absolutely shouldn't do in her state– but does so anyway, smiling at her handiwork. "See? There's loads of space… it can be like a sleepover!"

Yuno stares at the empty spot in the bed and wraps her icy hands around herself.

"I'm just gonna make you feel worse."

"That's impossible," she counters back confidently, "because you've already made me feel a lot better. So," one hand pats the mattress, "let me do the same. Please."

The warmth from earlier blooms a little more, and Yuno can't find it in herself to argue further. So she takes off her shoes and ever so carefully slides herself into the bed beside Mahiru. With the bed being a double and not a single, there's thankfully enough space for the two of them without having to worry about breaking the other arm by accident.

Mahiru turns her head to look at Yuno snug under the covers. "How does it feel? Is it warm enough?"

She thinks about it.

"…Yeah, it's nice." It's very nice, with both the bedsheets and the blanket and Mahiru next to her like a little heater. Yuno doesn't feel warm… but she doesn't as cold as she normally does. So in that way, it's a success.

"Good!" Mahiru's cheeks glow brighter, and she looks up at the ceiling, closing her eyes. "I'll make sure you don't freeze…"

"And I'll make sure you wake up in the morning."

"Mhm."

Yuno watches over Mahiru, making sure she drifts back to sleep, until her own eyelids start drooping and she falls asleep too.

#milgram #yuno kashiki #mahiru shiina #my writing #again thank you for the ask!! Do Not remind me what the definition of a drabble is SDBFJGFKSGKFLH #ever since finding out that yuno has been helping out shidou with looking after mahiru... I've been thinking about that a Lot #because this is yuno 'I have isolated myself from everyone and withdrawn' kashiki. who chooses to go against that to help her gal pal.#so YEAH... 🥺💜#0206 #<- but like the most ace interpreted 'there was only one bed' you've ever seen in your life LMAO #long post #fanfic #<- because I have no self control and it's actually the size of a small one-shot 🤠

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