#also if they wanted to know WHY they can't touch the spinning wheel

[wynnyfryd]

Trailer park Steve AU part 45

part 1 | part 44 | ao3

Nancy, Jonathan, and some guy with the longest hair Steve's ever seen are standing in a loose circle with Eddie and his bandmates, talking and sort of dance-nodding along to The Power of Love by Huey Lewis (a fact that Steve absolutely intends to mock his boyfriend for the second he gets the chance), and Steve, like, mentally girds his loins.

He and Jon are cool with each other, and he and Eddie are obviously, uh, plenty warmed up to one another by now, but the rest of them...

One's a stranger, one's an ex who seems drunk as shit and is currently so invested in spinning around to the music that she hasn't opened her eyes to notice him, and the other three are thawing to him at a truly glacial pace. Steve hasn't so much as been invited to watch a rehearsal yet because Eddie's 'still working on them' and needs 'a bit more time, but don't worry, they'll come around.'

They don't openly scowl when he and Robin approach, though, so Steve takes that as a win.

"Harrington!" Eddie calls, bowing deeply to add, "Lady Buckley."

Steve would feel stung by the surname if not for how downright giddy Eddie sounds. God, he loves tipsy Eddie; fucking Disney cartoon boy.

"Munson," he plays along, giving him a sly grin and a shoulder bump as he sidles up next to him. "Didn't know you were allowed to leave the basement at these things."

Jeff interrupts his air-guitaring to glare at Steve, bur Eddie holds out a hand and assures him that Steve's just fucking around. Before Steve can apologize or defend himself, Long Hair Guy leans in across the circle, his eyes wide and intense and bloodshot to hell.

"Dude," he greets. "You have. Such beautiful hair."

Steve barks a laugh. Robin rolls her eyes. Jonathan also rolls his eyes, but it seems more fond and less annoyed. "Can't take you anywhere," he mutters to the guy, then asks them, "You guys met Argyle yet?"

Steve holds out a hand. Confusion washes over him as he processes what Jonathan just said. "Uh." Argyle. "Like the sweater?"

"Yeah, man," Argyle smiles, dopey and slow. Sure. The guy in head-to-toe tie-dye and a neon green fanny pack is named Argyle. Why not? "My parents wanted a sheep, but they got me, instead."

Jonathan laughs like it's the funniest joke he's ever heard. Steve's pretty sure he's too sober for this conversation.

They exchange handshakes, and Robin asks if she can touch the guy's hair, and they all slip into easy, friendly conversation, naturally splintering into smaller groups of twos and threes. Steve's just getting the rundown on all the 'sick new gear' the band got for Christmas when the song changes, and god, this night just could not get better.

"Oh, fuck off!" Eddie groans in the DJ's direction.

Steve has to practically swallow his lips to keep himself from cackling, and then he gives up and does it, anyway, because Eddie looks like he just sucked a lemon while watching a dog die as his bandmates all start sing-shouting along. "We're talking away..."

"No." Eddie wheels around and points a finger at Steve, because Steve's singing, too.

Steve just sings louder. "I don't know what, I'm to say!"

"Oh, my god." He scrubs a hand down his face, dragging the skin down until Steve can see the pale pink of his inner eyelid. "Nobody I know has any goddamn taste!"

"Maybe you don't have any taste!" Robin teases, bouncing around and swinging her arms haphazardly to the music.

Nancy backs her up with a mumbled "Yeah!" but she's still spinning around in such tight circles that Steve doubts she has a single clue what's happening in the argument right now. Which is kind of endearing, actually. He likes how willing she is to stick up for people.

The chorus kicks in; Gareth air-drums the switch to half time just before Frank does an honestly super impressive falsetto of 'in a day or twoooooo', and Eddie despairs while Steve laughs his fucking head off.

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part 46

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#trailer park steve au #steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #argyle stranger things #corroded coffin #my writing #my fic

[moremaybank]

#14 from the prompt list with JJ in the Twinkie :)

“if i have to pull over, you’ll be walking funny for the next week.”

warnings 18+, oral sex (m. receiving), unprotected sex. creampie, choking, public/semi-public sex (i think ??? idk which one fits better so yeah), language, dom!jj

author's note kinda but not really proofread, oops

prompt list (requests closed) / jj masterlist

"I'm bored, J. How much longer 'til we get there?"

"About an hour. Just like I told you the last time you asked me — twenty seconds ago."

You let out a loud groan, sinking into your seat. The restlessness was getting to you. Your legs ache, and the full body stretch you crave isn't feasible thanks to the space you're confined in.

"I can't do this for two more hours. I hurt, J. And I'm bored."

"Take a nap. Promise we'll be there by the time you wake up."

You roll your eyes, "I'm not even tired."

JJ shakes his head, huffing a laugh. His right hand reaches over the middle console, landing on your thigh. He massages your flesh, and gives it a light squeeze as if to say, it's okay, baby.

The action, while you know is innocent, sends a shockwave of flutters into your stomach, which, coincidentally, also sends them to your core.

His hand returns to the wheel faster than you'd hoped, and you're left with unfulfilled need. It doesn't matter how simply or casually he touches you, his touch will never fail to make your head spin. He's too hypnotizing, his trace too exhilarating.

The more you watch him from your seat, the more handsome he seems to get. He's a concoction of messy blonde tufts of hair, pink lips, and a dimple you'd truthfully like to lick. His eyes are focused on the road, and all you can think about is how much you want his focus to be on you.

Slowly, you creep closer toward him, leaning over the console just as his hand had earlier, and you place a wet kiss to his prominent jawline.

"You're so gorgeous, baby. Have I told you that lately?"

You tell him daily. Hell, hourly.

Still, though, JJ eats it up every time.

"Yeah, but I wouldn't mind hearing it again," he smirks.

"Well, you are," you reiterate, voice all sultry. Your hand lands on his knee as your lips move onto the spot right under his ear. "It's making me crazy."

JJ gulps when he feels you creep your way closer and closer to his crotch. Your hand reaches his inner thigh, your nails lightly grazing over the crotch of his shorts.

"Princess."

"Mhm?" You hum, fully palming his slowly hardening cock.

"You're gonna wanna be real careful about what you do next."

"Yeah? Why's that?"

Your fingers undo the button swiftly, and they soon tug the zipper down. JJ practically hisses, and his cock twitches when you come into contact with it, still covered by his boxers.

"You're so hard, J. You sure you don't want me to take care of this?"

JJ remains silent, trying to keep his attention on driving. Of course, you don't make it easy on him. Where's the fun in that?

You retract your hand, spitting on your palm and lubing it up. You tug his cock out of his underwear, and start to stroke him. His jaw clenches, and you see him struggling to keep his eyes open.

He clears his throat, "If I have to pull over, you'll be walking funny for the next week."

You snicker at his response but ultimately ignore it, giving his length a light squeeze. You shift in your seat, allowing yourself to bring your head to his cock. You lick a stripe up from his balls to his tip, letting your tongue run over the pre-cum seeping out of his slit.

"Fuck," he grunts.

Don't react. Don't give her the attention she so desperately wants. Do not react.

You feel his body tense further, clearly trying to keep his cool. He loses it, though, when you bring all of him into your mouth and let him hit the back of your throat. Your fingers brush over his balls, and you suddenly feel the car swerve onto the side of the road.

JJ throws the car into park and shuts it off, before threading his hand through your hair and pulling you off of him and carelessly tugging his boxers over his cock. In a snap, he's out of the car, slamming the door behind him and making his way around the front and yanking yours wide open.

"Out of the car and turn around."

The pulse between your thighs intensifies, the slick from your core now soaking your skimpy panties. You're sure you're making heart eyes at him.

"I'm not asking. Out of the car. Now."

You obey him, sliding out of your seat and turning around. JJ's hand pushes on your back, bending you over as his other shoves your skirt up your hips and exposing your ass to him.

"J...someone could see."

"Too bad, pretty girl. You wanna act like a slut, you're gonna get fucked like one. Right here where everyone on this damn highway can watch."

He rips your panties, the fabric snapping against your flesh, eliciting a sharp gasp from your lips. Your reaction happens all too soon, though, because before you can even collect your bearings, you feel his cock jam against your cervix. JJ's hands pull you back toward him almost violently as he fucks you.

"Greedy goddamn pussy. Look how wet you get from sucking me off," he grits out as he slips in and out of your pussy with ease, thanks to your abundant arousal.

"More, need more."

"I don't care what you need. We aren't playing by your rules anymore, sweetheart."

One hand abandons your hip and grabs you by the hair. You feel the slight tinge of pain on your scalp as he uses your locks as leverage, and you throw your head back even more.

"You're lucky we're on this side of the car. Otherwise, everyone would see how much you like to be fucked like a goddamn whore."

JJ punctuates the end of his sentence with a harsh slap to your ass.

"Ah, fuck!"

"Who fucks you this good, baby? This dumb?"

"You!" You cry out. "Only you, J. No one else."

"I know. That's why you're always misbehaving. You want this pretty punished every second of everyday, right? Couldn't even wait an hour, could you?"

You shake your head no, "Needed you now, daddy."

"Oh, fuck."

JJ loses it when you call him that. He pulls out of you, quickly turning you to face him and plopping you back on the passenger seat. He spreads your legs and wastes no time reentering you. He practically splits you in half with his cock, this new angle allowing him to go even deeper than before.

You lean back against the middle console, letting your head fall back.

"J, I-I'm right fucking there. Don't stop," you beg.

One of his hands leaves your inner thighs, gripping your throat with force and pulling your head back up. His forehead smushes against yours once he draws you close enough.

"Beg me."

"I-I can't even fucking— Shit!"

You were struggling to breathe, let alone fucking speaking. But JJ doesn't give you a choice.

"Beg me to let you cum or I'll stop right now. I'll finish myself off and won't fuck you for the rest of the weekend."

"Let me cum. Let me cum," you whine.

"Let me cum, who?"

"Let me cum, daddy. Please. Pleasepleaseplease."

"There's my good fucking girl, finally showing her face. Cum for me."

JJ kisses you hard, his hand strengthening around your throat. His tongue pushes into your mouth as he fucks you through both of your orgasms. You cum with a squeal that JJ swallows, only fucking you harder and making you see the whole damn planet, not just the stars as he stuffs both your releases deeper and deeper inside you.

"I can't lie, princess," he pants after breaking away from the kiss, "I kinda love it when you're bratty."

You give him a hazy smirk, "I know you do, baby."

#꒰ — prompts ꒱ #jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank smut #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank headcanon #jj maybank blurb #jj maybank brainrot #jj maybank brain rot #jj obx #jj outer banks #obx #obx x reader #obx smut #obx imagine #obx headcanon #obx blurb #obx brainrot #obx brain rot #outer banks #outer banks x reader #outer banks smut #outer banks imagine #outer banks headcanon #outer banks blurb #outer banks brainrot #outer banks brain rot #jj maybank x you #obx x you #outer banks x you

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Nightlife 10

Warnings: dubcon, noncon, touching, coercion, manipulation. Proceed with caution.

Note: I know what you’re thinking, why the fuck are you doing this? Well, you wanted bouncer Lee and I did too. Also, short!reader, not sorry.

Part of The Club AU

Your legs shake as the vibrations roll through you. It feels just like that morning, just like grinding on Lee, but better. Your lashes flutter as the sensation spills over and wells up to your throat, blooming in a wobbly moan.

You push your feet apart, slightly lifting your pelvis as your other hand grips the seat. You quiver as electricity courses through you, peaking, and leaving you zapped of all your strength. You fall back breathless against the backrest and whimper as the toy buzzes against you still.

Lee's soft growl draws you back from your delirious pleasure. Your head lolls as you force your eyes open. Your lips part as you see his hand in his lap, grabbing himself as his other grips the wheel tight. He groans as he steers with his thumb, spinning into a sharp turn as he dips behind a nearby building.

"That's it, darlin', I'm not gonna make it home," he puts the car into park and unclicks his seatbelt.

You edge the toy away from your panties as you watch him dumbly. He reaches over, grasping the back of your neck as he pulls you towards him. The seatbelt bites into his neck. He frantically pushes the button so it retracts, tugging on your shoulder before you can free yourself.

"Fuck, I need ya, sweet thing," he snarls before crashing his lips into yours.

He traps you in a sloppy kiss, his tongue wetting your lips before delving into your mouth. He nearly gags you as he invades and urges you further and further toward the edge of the seat. He puffs as he pulls your head back, hand still firmly planted on your neck.

"I need..." he grunts as his hand pulls impatiently at his belt, "I need that mouth, darlin'."

"Lee," you squeak in shock, "I--"

"It's alright, I'll be easy on ya," he purrs, "but you can't be doin' whatcha doin', 'spectin' me not to be affected."

"But-- but-- you told me to, sir," you pout and he growls again, his blue eyes foggy and dilated.

"And I'm tellin' ya I need ya. I'm hurtin' for ya," he shoves you down as he unzips his fly. You gasp as his strength sends a pang up your skull. He bends you over the space between your seats as his hand feels beneath his pants, "just open up, darlin', I'll show ya what to do."

You can only squeak as he forces you down and he pulls his cock out above his fly. You wriggle as your eyes round at the sight of him. You've never seen a man like this. He looks big but you're not a good judge. You don't know why you're even thinking that, you're heart is hammering so fast.

He prods against your lips, pinching your neck as he coaxes you, "come on, sweet thing, I got you a nice gift, now you give some back."

You whimper and squeeze your eyes shut. You open your mouth and your lips strain around him, stretching enough to hurt. Are they all this thick. He urges you down until he pokes at your throat. You choke and puff out through your nose.

"Ugh, you feel good, don't ya? So nice," he pulls you back before pushing you back down, gliding your mouth along his length, your spit smearing on his flesh, "you feel like... heaven, sweet thing." he drags his hand up to pet your head, "now you keep on, just like that."

He leans back into his seat, hips twitching so that he hits your reflex. You gag as your eyes pricks and your breath slowly escapes your nose. You can barely breath as you bob your head. You're dizzy with the effort.

His hand crawls down your neck and to your shoulder. He follows the line of your arm to your hand, covering it with his as you still hold the forgotten toy. He guides your hand back between your legs, forcing it against your panties once more. Another vibrant tide awakens.

He moves your hand, further stoking your core. He lays his other hand over your skull, leading your motion as you can barely think to keep it up. He pushes you back down each time you pull your head up. He groans and you feel the tension string through him.

"So good, blossom," he groans as he guides your hand against your underwear, "I can't... can't even think... how good your little pussy must be. Hmm, and you save it just for me, didn't ya?"

You murmur, tears webbing in your lashes as you cough and choke. He doesn't let up, moving you faster and faster, in tandem with the short jerk of his pelvis. His nails dig into your scalp as the toy sends tendrils down your thighs and up to your chest.

You twitch as you cum again, soaking through the cotton of your panties as you babble around your mouthful. He keeps the toy firms against you. You make sickly noises as the battle of horror and delight rages within you. You dribble down his length, surrendering to his need.

"Ah, darlin', I'm close, you got me so close, you got me--" he rambles and pulls you off of him abruptly. "Keep your mouth open, sweet thing."

You open your eyes as he grips his dick and pumps himself furiously. He holds you bent over his lap as pushes his head against the seat. He spasms and you flinch at the sudden spurt that strings over your face in thick, slimy cords. Mortified, you close your eyes as he coats you in his cum, huffing until he's oversensitive and shaking.

He caresses your head and sighs. You stay as you are, stunned as the afterglow slowly recedes. You pant over his lap, watching as his dick twitches and slowly softens.

"Tell me, darlin', say it," he coos, "tell me it's all for me."

"Hmmm?" You flick your eyes up and bat your lashes, staring at him from below.

"Tell me you saved your pussy for me. Thats its all mine."

You look up, past him, at the world just outside the window. He's shameless and your stupid, but you've gone to far to go back now.

"Yes, sir, it's all for you."

#lee bodecker x reader #dark lee bodecker #lee bodecker #dark!lee bodecker #the devil all the time #au #drabble #series #nightlife

[scoops404]

Taking a break from my Powerpoint Presentation (it's google slides but whatever) preparation to circle back to the thing @jestbee tagged me in - my fic graveyard

Before even looking, I don't think I have many. I can think of one big one, but we'll see if there are more when I open it up.

I organize mine by year, so here is 2022:

"5 times Dream called George baby accidentally + 1 time it was on purpose"

HAHAH i forgot about this. 2,500 words. I think I stopped writing it because it didn't feel like it was going anywhere and I got distracted by something else. I think this was right before I got sucked into writing Curse and Cure so my brain went entirely into that and forgot this one... oops

"Trans GNF fic" 11K - I really liked this one actually but I let a few trans friends read it to do a sensitivity beta and um it didn't really pass? they gave valid criticism and to fix it I would have had to kind of scrap most of it and I didn't really want to do that because my brain thought of another idea so I went and did that instead. This was going to be FWB cunnilingus fic very heavily pwp - so maybe it's for the best. I'd rather scrap it than write anything hurtful or offensive, so maybe in another universe ((also, this is the one I was thinking of that I never finished))

"Secret Santa 2022 Fic" 400 words. It never got off the ground because my giftee left the fandom and I wasn't really feeling it anyway (wrote Deep in Dream instead and won't apologize for that) but it was going to be very we-didn't-know-we-were-dating and closely canon compliant (but then i kinda did that with Just One Touch).

"2022 Halloween Exchange" (35 words lol) this also got canceled because it was around the time of the drituation, BUT -- my giftee was @extrasteps who I didn't know at the time when we were assigned, but is now very dear to me. But this was going to be soulmates, george as a witch/seer vibes gnf flying to orlando. george has visions and can see other people's soulmates but doesn't know he can't see his own so when he doesn't see Dream as his soulmate, he thinks they aren't soulmates until they meet and.... I wasn't quite sure where i was going with it but it would have kicked ass

Okay, I guess I have more than I remember...

"The Whether" 2,500 words - this one was going to be about dream's exploration of his sexuality and using George (with permission) as a safe space to explore that by flirting with him off-stream, etc. But like an explicit conversation is had about it where dream makes sure George is okay with that and then he just fake flirts his way into falling in love with George. Delves into physical -- George is like you keep questioning all this stuff, so just suck my dick if you want to try it. You know, because he's such a good friend. This one is absolutely Scoops bonkers crazy because Dream does a drodcast and like talks it out loud and realizes on the drodcast that he's actively in love with George. Peak comedy. I don't remember why I decided not to finish this one, might have been because someone I'm friends with was writing something similar and I didn't want to inadvertently copy so I put it on the back burner and then just forgot about it. in this era of Scoops, I can see that if I talked about this one, then people would have hyped me up and I would have ended up writing it fully probably.

2023:

"George's Pretty Privilege" 660 words. This was like one of those small things I had to write after finishing a big project i'd been working on for months (in this case, deep in dream) for something to be completely different. The idea was all the times George used and then realized his pretty privilege. I didn't finish this one because it was kinda boring and then something else caught my interest. Oh! We did a Spin The Wheel challenge and that made me write Shine Here To Us and that took all my attention away

That's it for 2023, besides a Merthur fic I've been working on forever so I don't consider that one "dead"

I don't even have 2021 on this laptop, but I know of at least one - Dream surprises George in line at a con while he's still faceless and pretends to be a fan. I almost uploaded that one.

Anyway, those are my dead and gone and not being resurrected fics. I hope you enjoyed. I got pretty good in 2023 of picking projects that I actually wanted to invest my time into and work to finish them. Taking that energy into 2024.

If you're a writer, feel free to do this as well!! And feel free to ask any questions you want about any of these ideas :D

#scoops writing

[hexhomos]

top 5 jay/vik pet peeves? 👀

I let this ask simmer a bit in the back of my inbox because... oh man you guys really want to see me rant like that? Unbelievable. But I'll indulge anyway since I could on about this forever:

#1 the way people straight up delete everything about Jayce as a character, be it talis or giopara, just to turn around and act like he's "leeching off viktor's genius" or "a big stupid dumb idiot who cant grasp simple concepts XD" "brainless idiotic himbo" like… this is so tiring to me. Are you trying to call him braindead? Because that's what it sounds like. I don't find it funny or charming anymore thanks to the sheer density and frequent malice adjacent to this kind of content.

#2 Related to above, but also found on its own, SPECIALLY in arcane fandom bubbles: a fixation on Jayce's body as a sexual object or sexual accessory to other people as his "Only redeeming character trait". It's become so prevalent I don't like browsing content for him anymore. Fans will legitimately make up bullshit reasons as to why Jayce is lesser than other characters (the council, mel, heimerdinger, viktor, vi, whoever, you name it) and then hold up more brainless no personality idiotbad himboXD porn as the only thing his character could ever amount to. Way to go! You're treating this show's singular brown lead as actually subhuman. There truly are no words. And it's not like it's hard to give Jayce an ounce of interesting things to do: most of what people attribute to viktor as sciency and driven and passionate is something that he shares with jayce; sometimes, its straight up things jayce came up with and worked on all his life getting penned as "viktors thing". I just find fandom, for one reason or another, holds a severe disinterest in treating them as equals. And it makes their dynamic worse. (This last point is not exclusive to arcane, sadly.)

#3 Viktor woobification, and an insistence that he could neeeeever do anythiiiiing wroooooong, regardless of verse. It makes him into such an uninteresting non-character. Viktor was created to *BE* the mad scientist archetype; this was his initial concept and it persists to this day, you can't take away his responsibility for his mistakes, or pretend it was Jayce's fault, and still expect him to be a good character. I don't even know what you're stanning at that point. I've had ppl genuinely argue with me that viktor never hurt anyone in game canon and that JAYCE had stolen blitzcrank and its like ????? Do you even know who Stanwick is. Please just read their bios. Both of their bios. Viktor lies to clean up his own story and even before the lore rewrite he was the one who'd initiate violence by Invading Jayce's Lab And Blasting Him With Laserbeams. This guy's ingame kit requires you to kill 100 minions before evolving a weapon prototype. He has an ability called "death ray". You don't think that's funny? Your loss. (Related: a lot of able-bodied people treat viktor's arcane disability as something to patronize him over, and it can be really, really uncomfortable to see.)

#4 this is gonna seem minor compared to above but watching people try and vilify Jayce at every turn to make Viktor or other characters look better can be so unintentionally funny. They never pay attention to anything about his character, just spin a wheel of bad generic adjectives and go: "JAYCE is an out of touch gazillionaire SOCIAL CLIMBER queaking for STATUS who eats diamond dust, shits gold and hates lesbians; he also PISSED on my WIFE," whole time the guy is just minding his business, indentured for life thanks to vampiric 'patrons' making him swear fealty for project funding, canonically stated to have built a name making gadgets for the working class, doesn't even like socializing in Any Universe (and this is the exact thing him and viktor bond over), etc etc etc... this shit is embarrassing brother

#5 unironic googoo talk jaymel or melvik or anything that exists in the middle genuinely makes me roll my eyes. Sometimes I feel as though people watched the bomb scene and then immediately erased out how disrespectful and manipulative it was. I don't care for any of these pairings nor the implication that you have to 'make good with billionaires to reach ultimate peace uwu' that comes attached to most of their content. The TVshow being as centrist and corporate as it is explains why this exists, sure, but I feel so ?????? When I see people acting like viktor and mel would be best buddies, as if she isn't canonically the richest person in Piltover before we even have a timeskip and *Directly Responsible for enabling and profiting off much of the fuckshit going on in Zaun* lol. Where do you think that money came from? Seriously?? Come on. I cannot fathom how people can see Jayce's interactions with her as leading to any sort of positive outcome. They get 0 romantic buildup worth caring for and are boring as all hell. And the next one is less common but: whenever people try to fit her plotline into leagueverse I just, LOL. The ruling Medarda in league is a 70-something manlet white geezer. Jayce giopara is a fag and his entire bio was designed around viktor. The council plays no part in their story and they're far more interesting for it, thank fucking god.

#Hexposts #Jayvik #Arcane #long post

[emyluwinter]

As far as I understand, there is a lot associated with knitting or "weaving threads" in the Thorn Valley.

Sorry, the information is slightly different in different translations. I can't be exact.

What do you think if there is something similar to the traditions of the fabric?

For example, one of the families or kind has a certain pattern that only they can wear. Cage, polka dots, stripes and so on. The use of various techniques for knitting and making high-quality fabrics. Which are passed down from generation to generation, with diagrams and occasionally improved tools.

Maybe there are some family tapestries or canvases that work something like a family tree.

It would be so exciting.

Are there traditions related to the fact that if a fairy /human or any other resident of Thorn Valley knits or spins any thing for his partner / lover, then this is considered the highest indicator of love and sincerity?

The better and more expensive the material, the more "luxurious" the gift will be, as well as the fact that a lot of effort and time have been invested in it, which will be very valuable.

I remember when I was little, I often visited my grandmother (mother on my mother's side) in the village. And they still have an old wooden spinning wheel.

Here is such as in the picture.

As you can see, it is slightly different from the design that was shown in "Sleeping Beauty"

And I couldn't figure out how it works!And I was a very curious child, take my word for it. Previously, it was used to make wool from sheep wool - wool thread, which was later used for woolen shawls. Very prickly by the way! I never liked them, even though they were very warm. And they also tickled the skin a lot if you were careless and the woolen handkerchief came into contact with bare skin.

From my father's side (his family is also from the village), I know that my grandmother made a beautiful large carpet that hung in our entire wall for a very long time.and she made it by HAND. The carpet was very large and heavy. Oh, I remember how I hated to wash the floors and roll this thing into a roll to remove all the dirt and dust under the carpet. When I was with my grandmother on my mother's side.

ahaha…excuse me…I'm getting carried away.

In any case..

I AM VERY INTERESTED IN THIS SIDE OF TOBOSO-SENSEI. Please give me at least a little information about this.

The idea is that Malleus probably knows about the old traditions associated with yarn, knitting and weaving. Because his staff is a spindle for yarn threads.

Honestly, my dear, I don't understand how you carry this bulky structure every time…????????

It would be very interesting to hear about it. Maybe Sebek would tell you that each of the types of fairies has certain preferences in threads.

Northern or nocturnal,ones pay more attention to warmer and stronger threads, with dark colors to meet the cover of the night. With sharper patterns and often not the most pleasant to the touch.

Southern or "fairies of light" would prefer lighter threads, with bright colors or perhaps even some kind of inserts in the form of beads or feathers. Why not.

Comfort versus practicality, bright colors versus muted. Surely there are even some legends or stories related to this.

Don't mind San just wants to talk about it a bit.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #I really want to know about their traditions and culture #because it really resonates with what I tried to learn manually as a child #san talk

[trashpandacraft]

when we last saw our hero (me, in this instance), they had just run out of photos on their sheep and wool post because apparently the accursed tumblr app has a ten-photo limit. fear not, though, because now i'm on my actual computer!

so: bendigo sheep and wool pt ii: the fibre!!

i bought a couple silk hankies, because i've never spun one before and it sounded fun, and they were cheap. couldn't find any undyed, alas, but surely someone on the internet does that, right?

i also bought some dyed mulberry silk. i've got some tussah that i'm going to dye, but these were pretty and relatively inexpensive, and i'm a sucker.

aaaaaand then i bought some sari silk, which i've never used before! several of you have been doing some gorgeous stuff with sari silk recently, though, and i'm a copycat, so here we are.

i have no idea why my phone decided that all of these needed to have ~depth~ added to the shots, but i'm not hauling all of this out again, so here we are. you get the vibe.

i also got a little coil of bamboo fibre, because i've never spun bamboo on its own before. (i don't know if i'll actually spin this on its own or if i'll blend it, but now i have the option!)

i also got a thing of optim fibre (incredibly poorly formatted post from 2011, but explanatory), which i've never used before—it's merino that's been processed to stretch it out, making it even finer and softer. it's sort of weird to touch—it feels more like silk or created fibres than it does wool, but it seemed like it would be fun to try.

moving on to even more exciting stuff, we bought some castledale top. castledale isn't a breed yet, but is being developed as one, and i've heard that it's a delight to spin.

obviously it was important that we get both the plain and the kind with silk in it.

and, see, that was important because we hadn't yet done the most exciting thing we did all weekend, which was finding some gorgeous, affordable, locally made hand combs!

if you're in australia and want fibre tools, you should absolutely check out their website, and honestly, even if you're not, the shipping might be worth it. they were so, so nice, and the tools we got there are just gorgeous. (they're less yellow than this, in person, but my phone doesn't play nicely with the purple light in my bedroom at eleven p.m.)

we ended up getting mini combs, because as we were talking, the guy who makes them noticed my heavily kt-taped wrist and pointed out that the mini combs are less wear on your wrists, which sold me.

they also had some wonderfully designed lazy kates, which will hopefully let me avoid ever having to do this again.

the cleverest part is that it flat packs—the bobbin holders just lift out, and the orifice (it has an orifice!!) is held in place by the little screw up front. the tension is controlled by turning the knob, just like on a spinning wheel.

can't say enough about what lovely people they were, and i'm so excited to have enough fine motor control that it feels safe to assemble the cards. this weekend, hopefully.

and you might be thinking 'ok but are you just like...using those for blending?' and the answer would be no!! because we also bought these!

i went in thinking 'oh, i'm going to get something that's not an incredibly fine wool,' but like...what was i thinking? we're in australia. the only thing anyone produces here is fine wools! which isn't at all a complaint, because this looks gorgeous. so we got 1.5 kilos of corrie, and 1.7 of a bond/merino cross. the cross in particular looks absolutely stunning, and i cannot wait to start playing with them.

the rather elderly (80-ish?) woman working at the north east yarns booth gave us a lengthy talk about spinning in the grease, which i might try. one of the really interesting things to me here was that i've only ever looked at raw fleeces in the northeastern us before now, where the weather concerns are...uh, somewhat different? these fleeces don't have the dirt that i've seen on raw fleece before, just dusty bits—they're almost more like what i would associate with alpaca with regards to actual dirt/vm, but with bonus lanolin. so that's a nice bonus, and makes the idea of spinning in the grease was less offputting. (yes, i know that you can buy cleaner fleeces in the united states, too, and you can coat your sheep or have dry weather or whatever, but that's not an experience that i personally have had.)

this concludes (mostly) the list of things i bought at sheep and wool (also i bought slippers), and illustrates both why i cannot be trusted and also incredible restraint on my part.

#shopping #spinning #fibre #fiber #bendigo sheep and wool #seriously it was the best day ever #and this will keep us busy for many many many hours #some people golf right? #i have a nice normal eco-friendly hobby where you spend a bunch of money once and then you're good for six months or so #unless something else interesting shows up and you're not good anymore but that's hardly the point #smartest raccoon i know

[charismabee]

Went to Hamilton yesterday and want to talk about my many thoughts

Good things:

The chorus was great, both in terms of choreography and voice, the backing vocals really elevated quite a few performances. I especially liked watching the bullet going around doing her thing since I came in knowing that was a thing to look out for.

Jefferson/Lafayette and Peggy/Maria were the definitive stand out performances. Peggy had a beautiful voice and the moment I heard her in ‘Schuyler Sisters’ I was hyped to see her as Maria and she killed it 10/10. And I was really surprised at how good Lafayette's French accent and ability to do that really fast rap while still being understandable was, and he did an amazing Jefferson in the second half.

The live orchestra did an amazing job, the instrumental was very nice.

The lighting was also very good, the colour theming was a really nice touch and they did a great job.

I liked it when they spun George Washington around on a staircase on wheels. I just thought that was cool.

I actually wasn't sure about Burr in ‘Wait For It’ but he really saved it in ‘The Room Where It Happens’ and onward. Same with George Washington. I was initially unsure of him when he was rapping but God can that man sing.

The costume design was great. I especially liked King George's comically large glittery crown. It was like the size of his whole head, maybe bigger, amazing.

Bad things

The biggest problem for me was the added 'humour', long awkward pauses, funny voices, etc. I get why they did it, they wanted to put their own spin on it. It just didn't land for me and really took me out of the performance at points. For example Alexander put on a funny voice for his 'wait for its' in ‘The Room Where It Happened’ which really jarred me, especially as Burr was putting so much into his performance in that song.

Relating to that, I really didn't like Young Phillip. They added a like... squeal and boyish tap when Hamilton complimented him, and while I was willing to suspend my disbelief for the original awkward rap from an obvious adult, that was just too much for me. I never want to see that moment ever again in my life it was so bad.

Also, I don't know if they always do this but king George was sitting in the corner of the cabinet battles making funny faces like a reaction youtuber and I don't understand why.

They changed some of the words, just randomly in the lyrics. The most notable example for me was in ‘Story of Tonight (reprise)’ where instead of saying that the soldiers have been returned to their masters they said Lauren's dream died with him which just felt really weird?? Like it just felt really off. There were a few other lines that while less jarring still caught me by surprise and while I can understand adding the humour to an extent I can't understand why they did this one.

Finally, the change I understand least. For some reason they made every character we're supposed to be against (Mr. Reynolds, Charles Lee, Jefferson, King George, literally all of them) like blatantly flamboyantly queer coded. Why did they do this? They haven't done this with any character we were supposed to like. It wasn't like this in the original. I tried to ignore it but they were so obvious about it that I couldn't understand why they did this???

#hamilton musical #theatre #my thoughts #it was good overall I enjoyed it there were just a few things that didn't vibe with me

[daintyduck99]

 trying to hide a blush when they get compliments from their friend for the Reggie ship of your choice!

Reggie likes to think that he's been doing a pretty good job of hiding his feelings.

It helps that he's always been a bit of a flirt, so no one really takes him seriously on that front. It's a great way to deflect.

So long as he uses the right tone, especially when paired with a grin or a wink, nobody even bats an eye.

Which is good, because if anyone found out that he's crushing on everyone's favorite couple, he thinks he'd die—either of embarrassment or a public execution.

But it's fine. He's been doing just fine.

If he gets caught staring, he can play it off like he was zoned out. And if the feelings want to spill over into a few extra touches or several stanzas of pining poetry, well—his friends are a pretty cuddly bunch, anyway, and no one really reads his songs unless he bugs them about it.

The only problem is—

They're both being really sweet to him all of a sudden, and he doesn't know how to handle it. He wants to soak up their affection like sunshine but also maybe to melt into the floorboards. It's maddening.

It doesn't help that they're currently all cooped up in a fairly small dressing room.

"Quit messing with your hair, Reg," Luke says, snatching Reggie’s hand out of it.

He spins him around to study him better, clutching Reggie’s shoulders as he does so like it's nothing. His eyes are earnest when they lock on Reggie’s, but they're also bright with something else that makes Reggie’s stomach squirm as Luke hums.

"Seriously, leave it, it looks good like that."

And Reggie's face starts to catch fire.

He bats Luke away and hunches into the mirror, glad that he'd at least grabbed Reggie by the shoulders and not the jaw.

"Thanks, but—"

Alex cuts in as Reggie flounders, never one to miss an opportunity to roast Luke.

"Why would anyone trust your opinion on hair? You look like Justin Bieber, usually."

Luke squawks. "I do not! Julie—"

She sighs like this gig can't start soon enough, and Reggie has to agree. He presses his forehead into the cool glass of the mirror and wills his blush to recede.

Still, her sigh is followed by the soft sound of a soothing kiss, and she says, "You do, sometimes, a little bit. But it works for you."

Luke lets out a victorious HA, but Alex interrupts again, sounding smug.

"Okay, but she's already your girlfriend, so she's biased. Her opinion doesn't count."

Reggie rushes to say something before Luke can wheel on him again.

"Water is wet, Luke is hot even with Justin Bieber hair. Why don't we stop arguing so Julie has time to finish her makeup?"

She sends him a grateful smile in the mirror, and he busies himself by fussing with his hair some more as a bit of pink starts to creep back into his cheeks.

Goodness knows he can't look at either of them right this second, especially Luke.

He startles when Julie touches his arm.

"Reggie, are you alright?"

"Yeah," he says automatically, swallowing a nervous little laugh. "Why wouldn't I be?"

She shrugs. "You seem extra fidgety."

"Hoping to impress someone?" Luke asks.

Reggie chews his lip. "I guess that's it."

"Hey." Julie squeezes his arm. "You're wonderful, Reggie. As a bassist but also just in general. And Luke is right. You already look great, okay? If they aren't impressed, they aren't worth your time."

Well, fuck.

He can't flirt his way out of this one.

Why do they have to be so—so—

"I think you broke Reggie," Alex snarks, which brings him crashing back to earth.

Oh, he's so screwed.

His whole face is fire engine red.

Julie frowns. "I was just being honest!"

Yes! That. That is the problem.

Luke inches back over, smirking as he drapes his arm around Reggie’s shoulders.

"I've never seen you so flustered. It's cute."

Reggie groans. He buries his face in his hands, but Julie actually comes to his rescue. He vaguely hears and feels her reaching around him to swat at Luke.

"Stop it, Luke, you're embarrassing him."

There's a weighted pause.

And then she quietly adds, "But he's right."

Reggie slowly lowers his hands.

"What—what does that mean?"

She and Luke exchange a soft look that reignites the fire under Reggie’s skin.

They're interrupted by the call that they'll be on in five, and Julie really has to scramble to finish her makeup then, but that might be for the best, given that Alex looks like he'd rather not be trapped in this tiny room with them for this conversation.

They smile at him sheepishly, and he rolls his eyes as he ushers them out the door, but he can't hide a smile of his own, no better than Reggie could hide his blush.

And Bright has never sounded better.

#friends to lovers prompts #peterpatterlina #rukebox #ficlets with ash #julie and the phantoms

[waltwhitmansbeard]

turned my water into wine #8

see my masterpost for what came before this. this drabble takes before the events of my fair lady. inspired by @romeoandjulietyouwish's medieval au.

Vax stands alone in the throne room, observing the way the twisting branches of the Seat of the Ashari stretch up to brush the stone ceiling. It is a thing of wonder, this throne, though he can't believe it's terribly comfortable to sit in. He wants to reach out and touch it, brush his fingers against the bark, but the last thing he needs, after being summoned to come before the sovereign himself, is to get caught with his fingers where they ought not to be. So he keeps his hands clasped tightly behind his back and waits, the silence more curious than unnerving.

He waits a total of ten minutes, by his estimation, before the doors to the throne room swing open and the sovereign enters with a booming, "Vax'ildan!" Vax dips low into a bow as the sovereign sweeps past him to take his seat in the throne, and then straightens as the doors close, leaving the two of them alone. "Thank you for coming on such short notice."

"Of course, Your Majesty," Vax replies with a small duck of his head. "I am always at your service."

"Your service has been impeccable, Vax'ildan, truly." Vax spies a stack of parchment in the sovereign's hands, which he begins to thumb through. "The intelligence you've gathered has been critical in our success thus far in the war, to say nothing of the remarkable assassinations of those Draconian generals. I know that Kruvanis is still spinning his wheels on how we managed to pull those off. My sincerest compliments indeed."

Vax lowers his head again and murmurs his thanks, though it is odd to be congratulated for being so skilled a murderer. "As kind and appreciated as your words are, my liege, I cannot imagine compliments are why you summoned me here today."

Sovereign Korrin sighs heavily, leaning onto one arm of the Seat. "You are correct, of course, though I wish to make it clear that it is for your deadly skill that I have selected you for a special assignment." Vax tilts his head, confused. "We have heard...chatter, so to speak, about a potential attack on Zephrah. It is one of many Ashari targets being considered by the Draconians, of course, one that is high-value but also high-risk, and therefore we cannot assume we are at the top of the list."

He sighs again. "I would welcome the chance to battle our enemies on our home soil, but there are risks one can take as a sovereign that one cannot take as a father, and it is my daughter's name in particular that we have heard an uncomfortable number of times in our intelligence."

Vax knows that the sovereign has a daughter, a few years his junior, who is his only remaining family. As someone who also has but one family member to speak of, Vax is acutely aware of the breathless instinct to keep that person safe. "You wish for me to learn specifics of any plot against Her Highness?" he guesses.

The sovereign shakes his head. "No, no, the task I have for you is...well, I am sorry to say it is less within the realm of your expertise, though, talented as you are, I have little doubt you will adjust to the challenge. No, I am assigning a guard to be with my daughter at all times, within the castle or wherever she may go, a guard with the singular goal of getting her to safety should the worst come to pass."

Vax tries to hide the frown on his face; this is not what he does. He is a spy, an assassin, not some common guard. There are plenty of men and women among his sister's Royal Guard or among the Tempest Blades whom Vax would trust with such an important task, ones who have the temperament and the skillset for the job. Vax is meant to disappear into shadows, to scale fortress walls, to slit throats as silently as an owl in flight. He is not a babysitter.

The sovereign must see his hesitation, because he continues on to say, "I understand that you may view this role as beneath you, and I do hope you know that I do not give you the position to demean you, but rather the opposite."

Well, now Vax feels like shit, so he sketches a low bow. "Of course not, Your Majesty. I would presume that being tasked with the protection of your only child is a great honor indeed. I do hope that my particular...proficiencies are suited to the task."

Sovereign Korrin nods. "I believe they are. The fact of the matter, Vax'ildan, is that you are ruthless, and that mercilessness is what I require in the protection of my daughter. I have...lost much in my time as sovereign, and she is the one thing I simply cannot lose." There is a melancholy in the sovereign's eye, a distant longing, and Vax has never had his opinion on a matter swayed so quickly.

"I am endlessly grateful that you would have such faith in me, Your Majesty," he says, "and I will of course take this position with pride." He cocks a half-smile. "And besides, my sister will be pleased and relieved that I am home and not gallivanting about the continent."

Vax can see the tension leach from the sovereign's body. The man stands from the Seat of the Ashari and closes the distance between them to shake Vax's hand. "You do not know how much I appreciate this, Vax'ildan. Her life is in your hands, and that life is so very precious to me."

Vax dips his head one more time. "I appreciate the home you have given my sister and I here in Zephrah. Any way we can repay such a kindness, it will be repaid."

"Good man." The sovereign claps him on the shoulder. "Come! Let me introduce the two of you. I hope you get along; you'll be seeing quite a lot of each other." With that, the sovereign strides from the room, leaving Vax to follow and wonder what he has just gotten himself into.

#I'M GONNA WRITE HIM MEETING KIKI TOO SO DON'T EVEN ASK #critcal role #critical role fic #cr fic #vaxleth #vaxleth fic #vaxleth au #vox machina #vox machina fic #vox machina au #tlovm #tlovm fic #my fair lady #my fic #turned my water into wine

[gumnut-logic]

Okay so firstly asdfghjkl thank you for the welcome back it made me go like asdfghjj and second of all, omgosh the adventures of molly and her boys and sally and the whole steampunk AU I just adore it so much idek why - I mean, I do know why. It's how I can hear every tap of Scott's cane and picture John's eye and see Virgil's hands glow and the hurt from Allie not being there is so real I can't even and also the tall hat is just yes please thank you ma'am. You brought that world to life in this blaze of firey golden glowing glory and everything about your writing makes me wanna roll on the floor with happiness. I read it all back today (and yesterday actually and the day before that) and you wrote so much for me like thank you I love you.

AND THEN I JUST READ THE SUPERMAN AU AND I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF NOW I WANT TO THROW MYSELF INTO SOL. I love their three letter names and Eldest and Allie being the MOST PRECIOUS HUMAN BBY THEY MUST PROTECT and Jeff being so grey and fancy FAB AND YOU GOT A FOREHEAD BOOP IN THERE TOO AND SCOTT WORRYING and all my favourite things it's like Christmas.

ps I love you

I had to think long and hard how to reply to this amazing ask. Life interrupted me, but slowly a plan brewed.

Thank you ever so much for your kind words ::hugs you tight:: They kept me bouyant through a shitty weekend and I reread them multiple times trying to work out how to thank you for all your support.

Well, I have a beginning, so let's see where it takes us over the next few days ::glares at real life knowing that tomorrow is already a right off:: Wednesday is looking teasingly full of possibilities, so hopefully something will happen then bar any annoying interruptions.

But anyway, let's take a trip to the Fair :D

-o-o-o-

Scott shifted his shoulders under his long coat and looked up at the sky.

It was a gorgeous blue today and he would have loved nothing more than to be up in it…in any way possible.

Beyond the gates, at the far end of the fair, a great wheel was spinning slowly, its passengers enjoying the brief illusion of being airborne at its peak.

He stared at them for a moment, almost sad that they had little clue as to what they were missing.

But wish as he might, today was not the day for flying. Today was a day for Scott Tracy to represent his father at the latest technology exhibition and fair.

Stepping out of the carriage beside him, Virgil was picking at a smudge of something on his green silk waist coat. Scott had to hold back from rolling his eyes. By all that was merciful, how his brother managed to get grease on everything? If Scott was honest, the exasperation was fond rather than annoyed.

“Tuck it behind your cravat.”

Virgil looked up at him as if he had been startled out of his skin.

Scott sighed and leant on his cane as his brother fiddled further with his clothing. “It is hardly noticeable.”

“What is hardly noticeable?” Gordon appeared beside Virgil and looked his brother up and down. Alan hung behind him, eyes staring out at the fair as if all his Christmases had arrived today.

“Never you mind.” Virgil’s voice was brusque as he straightened up in his charcoal grey suit and adjusted his similarly-coloured top hat.

He made Scott conscious of his own deep blue almost black hat and he instinctively touched it, causing it to tilt just slightly down on one side.

Gordon caught the movement and grinned.

This time Scott did roll his eyes and turned away. “Be on your best behaviour today. We are representing Tracy Industries and our father. No tomfoolery.”

“Aw, ruin it, why don’t you.”

Gordon made a very good imitation of a spoilt child when he so chose to. If it wasn’t for the trust Scott had in his little brother, there would be worry. “Look sharp.”

With his brothers at his back, Scott Tracy strode into the fair.

TBC

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds fanfiction #thunderbirds #scott‌ ‌tracy #virgil tracy #gordon tracy #alan tracy #steampunk au #theoretically a one shot #but who knows with me #flyboytracy's fault

[katierosefun]

For the fic writer ask, I'll say 1 and 10 and whichever two questions you'd really want someone to ask. <3

thank yooou for the ask!! | from these asks

1. What fic of yours would you recommend to someone who had never read any of your work? (In other words, what do you think is the best introduction to your fics?)

hmm, maybe oddly for a more convenient truth? which i know is odd because there's only like two or three people who still care enough about i am the night (2019) to write for it, but i feel like it's because of that quietness that compelled me to write something that felt most true to myself? in that this fic is very quiet and really more of this reflection on the kinds of ways that a person touches your life, and you're not ever going to be the same, and maybe you don't really know what to call that relationship, but you know that you miss them anyways--and i kind of hope that sort of emphasis on relationships/stuff that's unspoken kinda is a pattern in a lot of my other stories!

10. How do you decide what to write?

if i have a lot of ideas at once, it really might be as simple as like. spinning a wheel and seeing what lands. other times, it's really just. me listening to music (because i listen to music an ungodly amount, idk) and seeing what matches my mood + vibe.

but in terms of deciding what to write re: generating ideas, i think a lot about what's been eating at my brain lately/what last inspired me the most. just last night, i finished reading normal people by sally rooney, and so i've been thinking a lot about more stories that are very much so driven by just a single pair of characters/stories that are focused on a single relationship (which, see above: i was already incredibly fascinated by, but i want to see more of that stuff in books, rather than movies and shows, which is usually where i find them). i've also been doing a lot of contemplating in general about what it means to come back to your hometown/the strange feeling of belonging everywhere and nowhere at the same time, and i feel like that might make me think up a story at some point, whether it be a fic or something original!

24. Are there any easter eggs in [insert fic], and if so, what are they?

as part of the other two questions that i'd want to answer . . . okay, so i really want to start utilizing easter eggs/cameos more often in my fics/original works, just because i'm a girl who likes a good cameo every once in a while . . . so for example, in light years, which is a my mister fic, the protagonist meets a character from beyond evil . . . and in my beyond evil fic read all the books beside your bed, there's a character from school 2013 . . . because i just can't resist lol

35. What aspects of your writing are completely unlike your real life?

besides the obvious (i've never been to outer space, nor have i ever worked in a police station or a butcher's shop), i also. don't know how to drive. i also don't really know much about cars in general, and i also have pretty awful depth perception, so i feel like i'm always over or understimating car dimensions. so that's why i always feel a little annoyed whenever i get to a scene that involves talking while driving or something because even though it's not like i need to know how to drive in order to just write about a character driving, i still think, man, for someone who doesn't know how to drive, i sure do write a lot of scenes where someone's talking in a car while driving huh

#answered

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Nightlife 6

Warnings: touching, coercion, manipulation. Proceed with caution.

Note: I know what you’re thinking, why the fuck are you doing this? Well, you wanted bouncer Lee and I did too. Also, short!reader, not sorry.

Your heart wrenches violently as you stare at the grade beside your last quiz. You sink down in the seat of the lecture hall, suppressing a sob as you bite your knuckle. It's not just Developmental Psych, its Cognitive Processes and Social Psych too. You’re barely passing anything.

The rest of the class is already packing up. As usual, you're behind. You close your laptop and fold away the desk. You zip up your bag and sling it from your shoulder, the weight bouncing with your heavy steps.

You traipse out behind a pair of guys talking about some party. You never know. You're not smart or popular. College is just an extension of high school. You're still as lame as ever.

What are you going to do? Your dad's going lose it. If your scholarship falls through, you're in real trouble.

Your feet carry you without thought. You're going to go home and curl into a ball. You want to shrink and hide from everyone.

As you come out to the main row of campus, you wipe your cheek, realising only then that you're crying. You sniff and swipe away more tears as you tell yourself to suck it up. You're just a mess.

A honk makes you wince and you spin as tires scuff up against the curb. You recognize the unique colour of the car and think of running in the other direction. Not him again. Not right now.

"Hey, darlin', y’all done for the day?"

You peer around. The only people who notice give you a dirty look as they pass by, while others walk by without an ounce of concern. You sigh and drag your feet over the patch of grass, bending look through the window.

"Um, hi," you eke out, "I'm just… heading to the library."

He considers you as the engine rumbles and he keeps his hand on the wheel. Your mind flashes with the memory of the night before. His hand on his...

"You cryin', sweet thing? Who's gone and done that?" His brow arches as his jaw sharpens.

"N-no one," you wipe your nose with the back of your hand, "sorry, I was just… I'm okay."

"You aren't, look at ya. And you want me to let you go off on your own? You gotta study, you come over," he insists.

"Sir, really, I–"

"Now I drove all the way down here so don't you be arguin'. Get in, darlin'."

You blink and furrow your brow. How did he even know you'd be on campus at this very moment. You mentioned you had early classes but was he just waiting around to find you?

"You're starting to make me feel bad here, sweetheart," he grips the shifter, "I done nothing but good for ya, so you climb on in. I'll set you up a nice little study nook, how about that?"

You look from side to side. No one cares. They just go on in their lives, as if it's all so normal. You can't say it isn't and you can't argue with him. He hasn't asked for anything really.

The locks slide up and the noise breaks the last of your resistance. Your lie doesn't hold up. No point in going to the library when it doesn't seem to help.

You open the door and drop into the seat in defeat. You bring your bag around to your lap and pout. Lee lifts his hand to the back of your seat as he looms.

"Now, don't be doin' all that. Gimme a kiss, little blossom."

You hug your bag and lean over, turning to kiss his cheek. He moves so your lips meet his and you squeak in surprise. His tongue glides along the creases of your mouth and you quickly pull away.

"Whatsa matter?" He snarls, "I ain't done nothin' so whatever has got ya all upset, don't be taking it out on me."

"No, sir, it's just… I just… never done much kissing."

"Well, we can work on that, huh?"

You nod and pull the seatbelt across. You just want to go. You can't even look up at the college buildings. To think you were so excited for school and it's all gone so poorly.

He's quiet as he shifts into gear and presses down on the gas, following the slow draw of traffic. He clears his throat and pushes his shoulders back. You slump down lower and lower.

"So you gonna tell me what's goin' on?"

"It's nothing," you play with the zipper tab on your bag, "just school."

"Got something important comin' up? I'm sure you'll do just fine, smart girl like yourself."

You shake your head and slouch even further. Another swell of despair overwhelms you. You bury your face in your hands and sniffle.

"Aw, don't cry," he reaches to squeeze your shoulder, "now, you can't do that, darlin', I don't like to see you so torn up."

You suck in air and flick another wave of tears away. You make yourself sit up and clutch your hands over the front pocket of your bag. His thumb rubs your arm firmly as he keeps the wheels in motion.

"I'm not doing good. In anything," you confess, "my dad is gonna hate me. I know it and… and I don't know what to do." You heave and lean into the door, "it's dumb. Childish. You probably don't care."

"Oh, sweet thing, I do care," he drops his hand down to your leg, "it's gonna be okay. It's early, isn't it? You got time to bring your marks up, huh?"

"No," you swallow, "no, just finals and… and I can't…"

"Don't go sinking in the mud just yet," he pats your thigh then squeezes, "anything happens, I'll be here. I'll take care of ya, you know that."

"Hmmm?" You glance over at him as you cradle your cheek.

"Course I will, so don't you worry about your daddy. He can't be mad if you're trying your best."

You scratch your nose and nod. You don't know what to say. You don't expect him to be so nice. You expect a lecture but he isn't your father. He's… well, you don't know quite what to call him.

"So how about, we go back to my place, you get your stuff sorted out, we'll have some dinner and maybe, well, you could stay the night, if you're too tired. Know I don't mind at all."

"Well, I don't… I don't know. Tomorrow…"

"I gotta work, ya see, and I uh was hoping for a favour," he draws spirals on your thigh, "I found this little kitten, was all filthy and hungry. I don't wanna leave him too long, sweet little thing, so, uh you think you could stay and watch him? You like cats?"

"Oh, a kitten?" You wonder.

"Ah, yeah, I couldn't just leave it down in the alley," he tuts, "who would do something like that to a sweet little animal?" He stops at a light and looks over at you, lifting his hand to your face, "you seem like the doting type. Like you could take good care of him." He tickles your cheek softly, "'sides, he needs a name."

You can't help but smile. You never had a pet before. Your dad didn't let you. And you won't feel so bad with the distraction.

"Okay," you agree, "I guess I can stay a bit."

#lee bodecker x reader #dark lee bodecker #lee bodecker #dark!lee bodecker #nightlife #the devil all the time #au #drabble #series

[sue-me-wright]

I simply do not understand why children will see a display and go "I think I need to make a mess of this and break things."

#volunteering to teach 3rd graders on a fieldtrip about fiber stuff #and like three minutes in with the first group #this little girl is like trying to disassemble a skein of yarn?? #and then she's just like 'you know what a good idea would be? #what if I took MORE yarn out of the basket.' #had to yell at her like 'PLEASE leave the yarn in the basket (you little fucker) #you can touch but don't pick anything up' #and fifteen minutes in the display fibers were all mixed up?? #why did they need to MOVE the fucking sheltie fur #and put the label on the rabbit skin #chaperones really need to just fucking yell at kids and tell them no #like my job is not to tell these kids not to be dumbasses #it's to sit there and crochet and correct all the parents going #'look she's knitting!' idiots. while you're busy misinforming one kid #the other is trying to spill dye on everything #and why the fuck to kids see a sign that says 'do not touch' and be like #'hahahahoohoo I'm gonna touch it. it's opposite day I'm gonna touch it' #swear this is gonna be the year a kid gets their finger torn up by a spinning wheel #teach your damn kids to read and follow signs goddamn #also if they wanted to know WHY they can't touch the spinning wheel #they could literally just ask instead of going 'I'm gonna touch it'

[nccis]

As It Was: 1D and closeting trauma

Okay, okay, I'm done wrecking my brain over this and want to share my thoughts to see what you guys think.

Disclaimer: This is all procude of my brain, just one person's opinion, and could well be incorrect in parts or as a whole. This is a LARRY intrepretation of Harry's song As It Was and if you hate the idea, please scroll, let me and my unfixable mind be. I am not saying this is the absolute truth or that other interpretations could not exist. I am sure someone else can perfectly figure out how this song is all about Olivia, and I welcome it. No hate, please.

TLDR: I think As It Was is all about the trauma of being forcefully closeted and isolated from Louis during the 1D era.

So, let's go.

CHILD: "Come on, Harry, we wanna say “Goodnight” to you... "

-> Children in this song represent the fans who dream of being romantically involved with the star, to whom they had to cater during 1D, the perceived teenage audience of the boybands I guess. This child shouts at Harry through the partially see-through glass, partially seeing the real Harry and in large parts not, that she wants to say goodnight to him aka be the one to sleep next to him, be in bed with him. Bear with me on this.

After this, Harry is seen outside the door he was just trapped behind, walking forward among other people. When he starts singing, the walking reverses, he starts walking backwards:

Holdin’ me back Gravity’s holdin’ me back I want you to hold out the palm of your hand Why don’t we leave it at that?

-> Okay so when Harry was outside, he was not yet a star, he was walking among the others as one of them, a regular person. As soon as he starts singing, gravity starts pulling him towards this place where he will become trapped.

I am going to go ahead and assume that "you" in these lyrics is Louis, all the time, just like the blue woman in the video is. I think he would have wanted, for Louis and probably also for himself, that they would have been able to offer to the world what they wanted to offer, at the palm of their hands, and then just set the limit there, leave it at that. Unfortunately it was not possible.

Harry gets trapped inside the building and:

Nothin’ to say And everything gets in the way Seems you cannot be replaced And I’m the one who will stay, oh-oh-oh...

-> Louis is stuck in the same gravitational pull as Harry is, walking with him, and we even see a classic subtle Larry hand-touching moment here. The lyrics are self-evident. Louis can't be replaced and Harry is the one who will stay, meaning they are given different explanations and maybe also false promises of awaiting freedom but the truth is that both of them are stuck.

In this world, it’s just us You know it’s not the same as it was In this world, it’s just us You know it’s not the same as it was As it was, as it was You know it’s not the same

-> I think at this point of the song the chorus refers to the time before becoming a celebrity. Things have changed permanently for them both. Inside that world (the building) they find the world where there's just the two of them (centre of the spinning wheel). You can literally see how they first walk together, then spin a bit, embrace as they find love, walk separately again, find each other again, walk separately again... Harry even lifts Louis up in a way that makes me think they found a way to enjoy the spin for a moment.

Then gravity throws Louis off the wheel and Harry points at the ceiling, only to find himself outside in a closed space over a swimming pool.

Answer the phone, “Harry, you’re no good alone Why are you sitting at home on the floor? What kinda pills are you on?”

-> They are still inside the building, only now they are outside at the same time. Harry, Louis and the other people representing the rest of 1D (or, more broadly, all the celebrities who are in similar situations). They are all standing on narrow surfaces. If they fall, there's water. It's a warning.

Outside the house, seen by the public, yet still trapped and controlled. "Harry you're no good alone" means that Harry has no chance of succeeding without the support of the supposedly "helpful" people who are controlling the situation and everyone in it. Note that HOME is mentioned here, why are you sitting at home on the floor can be read as why are you focusing on Louis and the stability he brings when you could achieve anything with the small price of abandoning just that. I am not so sure about the pills here, perhaps it may refer to his and Louis' love being just a phase, i.e. you take a pill (fall in love) but the effects will be gone after a while (you fall out of love).

Ringing the bell and nobody’s coming to help Your daddy lives by himself He just wants to know that you’re well, oh...

-> They all had to get undressed, meaning they are forced to bare parts of themselves, some to a larger degree, some to a lesser degree. The fact that Louis didn't undress fully might refer to how he was more willing to stay in the closet at that point than Harry was (what's up with the glove??). The first line is about trying and failing to get help. "Daddy" who is looking after them and supposedly caring about them, who is living by himself (only looking after himself), well. We all know who that was. This talks about how they are forced to reveal so much that is private about themselves, for all to see, but only what those in control allow them to. Yet - Harry and Louis embrace here as well. In public, regardless of the consequences. Everyone with eyes can see that they are in love.

And the consequences come:

In this world, it’s just us You know it’s not the same as it was In this world, it’s just us You know it’s not the same as it was As it was, as it was You know it’s not the same...

-> They are imprisoned/trapped, still looking at each other, trying and failing to hold on to each other. Now the meaning of the chorus changes. It's like by saying "it's just us" Harry is trying to swear his love for Louis. The stunts are brought in (invisible-like people hovering over them while they are trapped), the colour in their life disappears when they are pulled apart and what's revealed underneath is a colourless life.

Going home, get ahead, light-speed internet I don’t wanna talk about the way that it was Leave America, two kids follow her I don’t wanna talk about who’s doing it first...

-> Harry tries to look for Louis on the spinning wheel again but they end up both running it into opposite directions. Note that Harry is NOT singing this bit, it's more like Harry is thinking it. (Btw also note how outer part of the wheel is the Louis shade of blue.)

"Going home, get ahead, light-speed internet" I think it might be a reference to Larries and how they got ahead and spread the truth very quickly. So Harry is running and THINKING that he wants to go home (to Louis) and get ahead of the narrative because the Larries with their light-speed internet (lol) do know how to put pieces together and are ready to talk about it. Thinking and wanting it, not quite achieving it. I think here "the way that it was" refers to the previous "as it was" aka being trapped in stunts. In fact, he's thinking about leaving America and the two kids that follow her.

Please don't kill me, this is just one interpretation, but... I spent a lot of time trying to figure out the America line. Remember when I said the child at the beginning represented a certain type of fan? There are two of them: those who want Louis and those who want Harry. So the two kids here represents the part of the audience that the stunts and all this closeting is being catered to, and America here represents that heteronormative narrative, perhaps simply because such audience is possibly larger in numbers in America as opposed to e.g. Europe and/or the conventions that trapped them come from the US. So in "two kids follow her", "her" could refer to either the narrative or the stunts.

Obviously many simpler people will hear America and two kids and think about Olivia. That's probably intentional too, and the line could have been a late addition/tweak to this song. It only highlights the intended meaning.

The other thing Harry doesn't talk about its who's doing it first. It also refers to the previous situation, i.e. being trapped in the stunts, and the horrible "reverse gay chicken" they had to play with which one of them is going to be publicly paired off first and to whom etc.

Louis is gone. Harry is alone on the wheel. He is then seen looking at the doorway, familiar from so many other Louis and Harry contexts - it's the gateway to freedom. Upon seeing it, he starts fighting. Dancing and fighting. I guess we have moved onto his solo career.

All of a sudden, in the middle of the fighting, he's realising he's outside.

For a moment he is both inside, still trapped but now playing with the room, feeling its limits, and already outside. And during the final, fateful spin, he ends up at the gates, smiling, and breaks free. Very "but honestly I don't have to choose anymore" vibes here.

So this is a story of being trapped in a glass closet together with Louis, being forcefully separated from him, being left alone in the same trap but managing to figure out a way to break free.

Final thoughts:

I was surprised at first that Harry wanted to handle this topic in such depth but then in all honesty it has not been handled this explicitly before, and it certainly must have been traumatising. It sort of also makes sense for this to be the first single out of Harry's House album, whether or not the rest talk about "home" or "house". He did break free in the end, you know.

Hopefully the rest of the album's songs are happier. I am sure we will see him meeting Louis again, in some shape or form. But I get a feeling that the era he left behind was so traumatising that he WILL come back to it in later songs of this album, as well.

I've yet to combine all of this with you are home's tweets and door imagery, but here's something:

what happens in between colours? / slider from red to blue - We already know that this is about purple. If you combine red (Harry) and blue (Louis) you get Larry, and in between the word colour there is Lou. This is the hill I'll die on.

in this world, it’s just us, you know it’s not the same as it was / upside down globe - The upside down world that is not featured in this video or lyrics but will certainly come later, will probably refer to the stunt/staged world, based on this. Which is what we already thought with the stage and doll house.

shed the past, wear the present / red dress and blue shapes - This is imagery from outside, on top of the pool. The red is what Harry shed on the ground I think. Not yet sure of the interpretation, perhaps 1D era is the red he shed? And now he's wearing the present (and having faith in the future?)

find a moment of calm, colour it in / black and white pattern - This was the dull life revealed when Harry and Louis were separated. I guess he talks about how he found happiness with him in the middle of the storm, coloured it in. Very sad.

every place you’ve ever been will never stay the same and neither will you / wheel - I mean this is the spinning wheel they were stuck in. I think it means it changed both of them for good, the entire experience.

your world is waiting / see-through glass - This is interesting because "you" has meant Louis in the lyrics. I guess it could be the both of them, and the world waiting for them outside that glass. Will be interesting to see how that will relate to the world being upside down.

That's it! I'm sure much of this is still half-cooked, so please reblog and refine it if you have thoughts!

// EDIT: i think you should draw big flowers / coloured flower + poem - In the poem, the other suggestion is to draw a straight line. But no, nothing straight here, when Harry is laying on the flower in the music video, it represented his relationship with Louis. Which is the opposite of straight. Ahem.

#larry stylinson #larry proof #larry is real #louis and harry #as it was #hs3 speculation #you are home #hs3 theories

[moonshineboyz]

Sweet Dare || Eric Sohn

Pairing: sub!Eric x dom!fem reader

Genre: Smut, college house party

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: mention of alcohol, dry hump, slight handjob, tiny bit of choking, unprotected sex

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“Truth or dare, Y/N/?” Your friend asked holding back a smug smile.

“Dare.” You didn't think much of it, already tired of being in that situation. Moreover, it was just a stupid game, it couldn't be something that bad... right?

“I dare you...” She thought tapping an index finger on her chin, looking around the circle of people sitting on the floor quietly waiting with anxious eyes. “… To sit on Eric’s lap. Like, kinda dry humping, you know?” Your eyes widened at that, a visible teasing smirk on her face now.

“What?” You scoffed. “No way I'm doing this. Not at all.” You shook your head, furrowed brows. There wasn't a minimal possibility in you doing such a thing with your friend.

You looked over at Eric, his eyes just as widened as yours, glued on the bottle in the center. Not that you thought he wasn't good looking or something of the sort, it's just that it felt weird, he was your friend after all and you couldn't think it'd be a good idea. Even though a little spark of curiosity ignited within you, but you decided to ignore.

“You're no fun.” Your friend faked a pout and giggled. “Okay, so... truth: would you sit on Eric's lap and dry hump him?” You just stared at her, not knowing why the hell she insisted in picking Eric out of all the other people in there. There was absolutely nothing between you two other than a friendship, and you were starting to worry that things would get awkward with him.

“Jesus fucking Christ, of course not.” You stated sternly rolling your eyes at the end. “Okay, next.” You quickly stretched out your arm to spin the bottle so the game could continue.

Not even waiting for the bottle to stop spinning, you got up on your feet and excused yourself saying that you needed to use the bathroom. You glared over at Eric and saw the lingering shock mixed with embarrassment in his face. You made eye contact with him for a millisecond and turned to the door, leaving the room that was filled with giggles once more.

As you closed the door behind you, your ears were welcomed again by the loud music coming from downstairs, questioning why you'd agreed on going to a house party. You made your way towards the bathroom down the hall, trying not to bump into some random drunk bodies and couples making out.

A sigh of relief left your lips as soon as you locked the door. Coming near the mirror, you noticed how your eyes were starting to get red due to the tiredness accumulated from the week. You needed to go home in that instant if you wanted to get some sleep and be able to get up early next morning. “Fuck projects on Saturdays.” You thought to yourself.

You turned on the faucet and wet your nape a bit in an attempt to refresh yourself. Looking back in the mirror while fixing some strands of your hair, a thought came back into your mind, what if you had accepted that dare? How would it had felt like? How Eric would feel like against you? You got surprised by your own mind, especially by the last question. You shook your head as if to clear your mind and get these weird thoughts away.

Getting out of the bathroom, you went straight into the kitchen, willing to have one last glass of juice or soda before going home, to which you thanked heavens for being able to find a second option to drink since you weren't having alcohol. You filled yourself a cup of orange juice, happy not to see many people in this part of the house, them being too focused on getting more drinks and some snacks, so you wouldn't have to engage in an unwanted small talk with any of them. As you were looking out the window, lost in your own thoughts about the project you had to do, a familiar voice called you.

“Y/N! Noona, I was looking for you!” You turned to see your pink haired friend coming your way. “I wanted to talk to you.”

You nodded signaling for him to continue. “Yeah? What is it?”

“Hmm, are you, perhaps... by any chance... mad at me?” Eric asked hesitantly, expression on his face telling you he was afraid of your answer.

“What? No! Why would I?” You chuckled lightly.

“Because of... that dare?” He more asked than answered you and you raised your brows. You slightly cursed at this topic being brought up in your mind again.

Waving your hands as in a “no” motion to calm his worries you said: “No, no, it's okay. It's not even you who dared me.” You offered a kind smile. “And you?” Eric tilted his head and looked at you a little puzzled, you chuckled again. “Are you mad at me? I mean, I'm sorry I said that in a rude way, I didn't mean to. It's just that it weirded me out and... you know, we're friends...”

“Yeah, I understand. And I'm not mad at you either.” You nodded at his words and looked out the window once more to avert his gaze, and in that, you missed the way his cheeks got rosy. “So... we're good?”

“Yeah, we're good.” You smiled up at him reassuringly. You finished your juice in one last gulp and placed the glass back on the counter top. “I think that's enough partying for me tonight.”

“You're leaving already?” Even though it was just a tiny bit, it was visible the sadness in his eyes.

“I'm getting sleepy and bored.” You shrugged. “How are you going home?”

“Actually, I was supposed to leave with Sunwoo and sleep at his place because we have training tomorrow. But I bet he's too busy making out with someone right now.” He let out a small airy laugh.

“Well, you can sleep at mine. I think there's still a pair of your clothes from the last sleepover we had.”

Eric looked at you and then at the floor, debating with himself whether or not he should take your offer. “Are you sure? I don't want to bother you I can-”

“It's alright, I also have to go to the campus in the morning so we can go together. Plus, my house is closer to campus than Sunwoo's.” He gave you a wide smile deciding to leave the party with you. “Have you drunk?” You watched as he slowly shook his head mumbling something about just having soda all night. “Good, so you're driving.” You said tossing him your car keys and walking to the front door, ready to leave the house.

“Wait, really?” He took hurried steps to get beside you, eyes ten times bigger as he asked. You giggled at his cuteness, fighting the urge to pinch his cheek.

“Just because I'm tired and you need to practice.”

“Wow, thank you, noona! You're the best!” Eric smiled bigger than ever.

“Yeah, yeah, just don't crash my car and don't try to kill us.” You rolled your eyes jokingly at him strongly nodding all excited. He was like a puppy.

Eric was always like that, following you around, giggly and energetic saying how nice he thought you were and how he liked to spend time with you. Sometimes you found he resembled a little kid, with sparkly eyes and talking in a rushed manner gesturing his hands. And when you laughed at anything he said, he'd open the biggest smile turning his eyes into crescent moons.

You had such a soft spot for him.

It was hard not to, actually. He constantly tried to show how much he cared for you, listening and supporting you when you needed it. Never wanting to bother or disappoint you in any way.

In the calm ride back to your house, you kept giving Eric some directions on where to turn, since he didn't know that neighborhood very well. When you got to a more known route and he didn't need more instructions, your mind began to wander. The thoughts of him being a sweet nice friend now giving space to the ones about how he could be so determined and focused. And damn, you just noticed how hot he looked when focused and serious like that.

You could tell by his stiff body that he was a little bit nervous in driving someone else's car, but you thought it just added to the hotness. His perfect side profile and sharp jaw line, eyebrows slightly furrowed. Your eyes traveled from his soft pinkish lips to his arms and the way they flexed as he grabbed the steering wheel, making you gulp at the sight. You quickly glanced from his chest to his thighs and turned your head to look at the road in front of you, cursing at how you were thinking about your dear friend.

Not much time later you arrived home and Eric parked your car perfectly, turning to you with an expecting expression waiting for some sort of feedback.

“You did great, really. Just need to remember to turn the headlights off.”

“Oh, right! Sorry.” He widened his eyes noticing the light reflecting ahead of the car and you chuckled.

As soon as you both stepped inside, you made your way to your own room, telling Eric he could take a shower first if he wanted and his mentioned pair of clothes was in the spare room. You started moving around grabbing the stuff needed for the project next morning, too distracted that you didn't even notice Eric anxiously standing at your door until he called you.

“Noona, I know you're tired but can we talk? I need to get this off my chest.” Worry and a tint of fear were written all over his face. You hummed and signaled him to take a seat on your bed, following him when he did. The boy closed his eyes taking in a deep breath. “Listen, I'm really sorry. It's just that I don't know what to do, I shouldn't but I can't stop thinking about it and it's driving me crazy-”

“About what exactly, Eric?” You cut him off, feeling anxious at him beating around the bush.

He dropped his head and closed his eyes shut, one hand intertwining fingers with the other, knuckles white from the strength he was applying. “Earlier. The dare. I wished y-... I-I just got curious ab- I'm sorry, please don't be mad at me.” He wanted to curl himself up out of embarrassment, waiting for you scold him.

But instead, your eyes grew bigger and your heart started racing. You had no idea he'd be thinking about this like you were and honestly, you found it interesting. With butterflies in your stomach, you touched his shoulder softly calling out his name saying you weren't mad, which made him look up at you but not raising his head, too afraid you'd get angry. “You want to try it?”

He sat up straight surprised at your question, avoiding your eyes. “N-no, you don't have to, I just needed to-”

“I'm asking if you want to. It's okay.” You gave his knee a gentle squeeze and it was like the air got knocked out of his lungs when he slightly nodded and said “yes” in a small voice. Cheeks immediately getting flushed, you smirked at that.

You pointed your finger, indicating Eric to sit a little further on the bed, leaning his back on the headboard and you wasted no time in straddling him. Your heart was pounding so much as you looked deep into his eyes, sensing the nervousness, so you leaned in closer and whispered in his ear for him to relax. Deciding that you needed to make him relax yourself, you planted a kiss on his jaw to which he inhaled deeply and you could see his skin already getting goosebumps, softening his body.

You ran your fingers through his soft pink locks and tugged lightly at it, to make him give you more access to the skin. Trailing open mouthed kisses down his neck you left a hickey and Eric gasped when he felt your tongue tracing the mark you just made, bucking up his hips. You felt him getting hard and started to move your hips in a circular motion, but in a languid rhythm, making him shudder with the increasing arousal, added to the way he'd been thinking about you all night since that stupid game. And the fact that he had you right there in his lap but still couldn't get satisfied made him groan in frustration, growing needier by the second.

“This needy already, baby?” A hearty chuckle left your lips. “You can touch me.” You whispered noticing how his hands were gripping the bedsheets and Eric immediately grabbed your hips, trying to pull you closer to his crotch.

“Noona~ hmm stop teasing,I-” He got cut off, breath hitching when you repositioned yourself to better align your already throbbing core to his hard cock. Grinding down onto him, Eric sucked his bottom lip between his teeth to hold back a moan, but let out a small whimper.

“Don't hide your moans, baby, I want to hear you.” You lowered your face to suck on the sweet spot of his neck, causing him to moan and grab your hips harder. “That's better.” You smiled leaving wet kisses on his skin and raking his scalp, to which the boy whined. You applied more force to the friction, seeing him writhe underneath you and finding sinfully beautiful the way he furrowed his brows with eyes closed and breathed heavily, groaning in a low tone.

You looked at his lips, slightly swollen by the biting to hold his noises and you felt the urge to taste them. Both your hands went to each side of his jaw holding his face, you leaned in closer and let your lips brush over his, softly at first, finally clashing at them when he didn't pull away. You inhaled in deeply, feeling lightheaded with the new sensation.

Eric's hands timidly caressed your thighs, but grabbed the flesh strongly the moment you licked his bottom lip and caught it between your teeth, gently nibbling at it. Your tongue soon met his and you felt shockwaves run down your spine. The kiss felt like heaven but with a tint of something lustful and vicious, just like a sweet but strong wine. And you were more than willing to get drunk on it.

The make out was messy and sloppy, filled with heavy breaths and small whimpers. You never stopped moving your hips and by the way Eric was starting to shake, digging his nails into your skin, you guessed he was close. You thought of letting him come undone just like that, but decided on something better.

You pulled away, taking in at the blushed cheeks and dazed look on his face up close and hop out of the bed. His confused expression asking why you left him like that, right on the edge of his release.

“What? I'm giving you something better instead of letting you cum in your pants.” You chuckled and he blushed harder. “Now take your clothes off, baby.”

You watched his trembling hands slide his pants off of him together with the underwear and get rid of his shirt. You stared at his beautiful naked body laying there on your bed, patiently waiting for your next move. The tip of his dick was angry red, twitching and dripping precum onto his abdomen as you slowly unbuckled the belt of your high waisted shorts. His eyes were glued on you, hungrily scanning your body and cursing under his breath about how hot you were.

“N-noona, you're so beautiful.” Eric shifted in his place, wanting you to touch him again.

Staying only in your black and red bra, you walked up back to the bed and sat on Eric's thighs, lightly scratching his abs and making him shudder. You wrapped one hand around his cock and smeared the leaking precum with your thumb, gaining a gasp from him. You pumped him slowly but with a tight grip, gyrating your wrist. The other hand sneaked up to his neck, fingers closing around it putting just a small pressure.

“Will you be good to me?” He nodded. “Use your words, honey.” You purred, voice like satin and a faint smirk playing on your lips.

The boy gulped and you felt it against your palm. “I-I'll be good, noona, I promise.”

You smiled mischievously pumping his shaft for a few more seconds before standing on your knees to straddle him in a better position. Your cunt was aching to clench around something, wetter than you've ever been.

With one hand you held on Eric's shoulder and the other guided his cock to your entrance, rubbing the tip on your folds at first and circling your clit, making you both jolt a little due to the sensitivity. You played like that a bit more and sank onto him, feeling him stretching you out and let out a broken moan. “You feel so good, baby.”

You trailed your tongue on the side of his neck, taking in the saltiness of the thin layer of sweat that was starting to form on the skin and rotated your hips teasingly, he was stuffing you so good you rolled your eyes.

His knuckles turned white from the strong hold in your waist as if you were going to disappear. He thrust up, whining as he reached deeper inside you, your pussy so tight around him. Just by the way he started panting looking at you half lidded eyes, you knew he wasn't going to last long, and to be honest neither were you.

“Be good and stay still.” You said with lust dripping from your words like they were pure venom.

You lifted your hips just to sink back down onto Eric, setting a lazy rhythm just to last a little longer and enjoy the feeling of his cock massaging your inner walls.

“C-can I kiss you?” The boy asked in a husky voice, letting out a moan in the end and you couldn't say no. You pulled him closer by the back of his head crashing your lips together and kissing hard. He whimpered into the kiss when your nails raked his nape and you took the opportunity to slide your tongue inside his mouth, swirling it around his till he pulled away heavily breathing. “Please, can I touch you more?”

You smiled to yourself, seeing how eagerly your friend seemed to want you and that made you want to tease him a little more. “What's that? You like fucking your noona, hm?” Your hand caressed his flushed cheek, thumb tracing the outline of his lips. “Tell me, baby, you wanted this so much, didn't you? Have you thought about it?” He squirmed biting his bottom lip and shyly nodded.

“Noona, please, can I touch you?” Eric repeated his question, hands itching to travel up your body to touch your breasts but you shook your head, telling him to just keep his hands on your waist or he wouldn't get nothing at all. But he could kiss it though, to which he quickly started littering kisses all over your collarbones and chest, biting onto the soft skin.

The pace of your hips increased, bouncing on his cock and letting out soft moans and dirty praises. “What a good boy. You're so obedient, baby.” He was indeed being so good to you, but it was so hard to keep his hips in place or not to use his hands to explore your body. Your hand pulled his hair to make him look up, while the other went to wrap around his throat, making his jaw drop, eyes fluttering shut. “Think I should reward you more often. What do you think, would you like that?” You scratched his abdomen again, earning a husky 'please' from him.

You started riding him in a desperate rhythm making him go even deeper, nails digging into his shoulders, his dick hitting the right spot inside you each time your hips met, to which your vision blurred, finding hard to keep your eyes open. A knot was forming at the pit of your stomach and you could already feel your release at your fingertips.

Everything felt just too much for the poor boy, amazingly too much. He was so overwhelmed by the feeling of being swallowed by your warm wet cunt and the way you looked like a goddness while riding him so good, calling him baby was making him almost lose his sanity.

“Y/N ngh- noona... shit-” Eric cried out, your walls contracting so deliciously that he couldn't help but to spill himself to the very last drop inside you, cumming while he repeated your name as if it was the only thing he knew. You drank in the way he threw his head back rolling his eyes.

“Fuck, you look so cute when you cum, baby.” You tried to maintain a steady voice but it came out shaky by how his cock was twitching. Your body began to spasm, never stopping your erratic moves to chase your own climax, with hips stuttering.

All the tension built up in your entire body snapped like electricity spreading under the skin and you bit down onto the crook of Eric’s neck to muffle your moans when you came around him, clenching so much it made him arch his back. Huffing and puffing you sloppily undulated your hips to come down from your high, prolonging the feeling of tremors running through your body.

You collapsed resting your forehead on his shoulder trying to catch your breath and when you did, you slowly slid him out of you making him sigh and started to leave butterfly kisses on the boy’s neck where you had left marks earlier to which he chuckled.

“And you wanted to go home because you were tired.” He said jokingly and you blew air from your nose lifting your head to stare at him.

“And I was! But someone was needy.” You teased back. “Now guess we’re gonna be late in the morning.” Your finger pointed at the clock on the nightstand stating that was already past 1am.

Eric shrugged, looking up at you with lazy hooded eyes, a faint blush on the cheeks complimenting his slightly swollen lips and a little bit of hair sticking to his forehead. His skin was glowing. “I don’t mind, it’s already worth it.” You thought you saw a different spark into his eyes, different from the looks he gave you all night, this was a hungrier one.

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