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spideyhexx · 4 months

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coryo eating pussy out and he is so damn horny and desperate that he humps the bed till he finishes embarrassingly fast

how 'bout that??

that is a weakness of mine, thanks

mdni

Okay, but what if it's a common occurrence for Coryo to come too quickly??? Like before he's even in you and it doesn't happen every time but it happens enough that you can tease and make fun of him for it.

"Angel, I promise I won't until I'm in you, just let me taste you," he pleads, his hands spreading your thighs as you sit in his bed. Coryo's hair is already a mess from when you were running your hands through it during your kisses just before, and his brow was raised, awaiting your words. And his eyes are just so pretty and his lips so wet from your kisses and his own spit, your tummy flips at the mere thought of having his mouth on your cunt.

"Okay, but you better keep that promise."

In no time, Coryo's taken off your pants and underwear, his tongue fucking into you as he rubs your clit with his thumb. You pull his hair hard, practically using his face as your own little toy, grinding against him. His hands just go to your thighs to hold for support, his nose being your source of sensation against your clit as he laps at your hole like it's his source of survival. He never got enough of it. If it was up to Coryo, he'd do this for ages before fucking you.

And that's also why he can't help but press against his mattress. Coryo doesn't notice he's doing it at first, too focused on the way you taste and your little mewls of pleasure. The way you're tugging his hair so hard, pressing him so tight to you, there's a moment he can barely breathe. It all feels so overwhelmingly good that he doesn't realize he's grinding himself into the bed. Your eyes are closed, you don't even notice so you can't reprimand him for it.

He realizes too late when the all-too-familiar feeling creeps up in his body and he just can't stop. He whines against your cunt and it makes your eyes open, looking down at him and seeing Coryo's hips grind down. "Coriolanus, you're humping the bed like a dog, you're not gonna keep your promise."

And he'd use his strength to pull his head away just a smidge, "I won't come, I told you. I won't." His voice is firm, his brow knitted in concentration as licks his tongue back into you. Coryo's dick is still restrained in his boxers and pants, making the pressure and the yearning to be free of the clothing even worse. The friction he does get still sends him into a state of pleasure, but he holds everything back as much as he can.

He knows he's getting close, but he feels determined to prove it to you. So determined, he lets himself hump the bed, looking to prove he can do that without coming. You watch him now, not believing he can do it, watching his eyes stare up at you as he gets more and more drunk on your pussy.

You tangle both of your hands in his hair as your own release approaches, "right there, Coryo, keep doing that please," and he obeys, his hands pushing under your hips to help you grind on his tongue until you're gushing around his mouth.

Coryo squeezes his eyes shut, tightening his grip on your hips so hard, he knows he's gonna leave a mark, but he doesn't care (and neither do you). He clenches every muscle in his body, trying so hard not to explode in his pants, but it's too much. The taste of you and how hard you came is too much and with one more slight movement of his hips, he's coming ropes into his underwear, moaning against your cunt as he's still lapping up your juices.

You settle down, your breathing returning to something normal and Coryo's pressing his forehead to your thigh, not daring to look at you and you can put together why. You rub the back of his head and breathe out deeply, "'s okay, baby."

"I'll fuck you still, just...give me a few minutes," he says, muffled as he kisses your thigh.

"Don't know. You promised me you wouldn't come...should just put it in now," you mumble, caressing his head and he wordlessly moves to sit up and take the rest of his clothes off.

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ddejavvu · 1 year

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Jake and big boobed pregnant reader him coming home and she still in her night gown and him turning the corner and seeing a pile of clothes"sweet heart whats wrong " and her giving him a look that could kill"you know what happens when you are growing a child in everything grows. Boobs grow they are huge and senstive and THEY HURT and it your fault " and you keep throwing clothes in different piles "how is this my fault "

"You and your damn breeding kink "

"You werent complain that night"

You throw a shirt at him that you both know he desvere (if this is too long ignore this part) him coming up behind you and massaging them while you lay your head on his chest"why do they have to grow " mumbling

this post is 18+, minors dni.

Jake typically gets home in time for dinner, but tonight he'd been held past midnight. It means that he's expecting you asleep when he gets home, not sitting topless on the edge of the bed with your face in your hands.

"Woah," He drawls, steps faltering in the doorway of your bedroom, "Darlin', what's the matter? And- where's your shirt?"

The questions have the same answer, and you point lazily to a pile of clothes discarded on the floor.

"And why are the tops in a heap on the floor?" He still doesn't understand, but the convictive tone he'd used doesn't sit right with you, and your head snaps up, eyes ablaze.

"Oh, you wanna know why everything's such a mess? Why the floor is dirty? Why I'm half-naked?!"

"Yes," He says, even if he knows he shouldn't, "That- it would be nice to have answers to all of those."

"It's because of you," You hiss, standing - chest still bare - to stalk towards him, an accusatory finger pointed at his own chest, "You and your stupid penis!"

"Ah," He retreats until his back hits the door, but still you follow, jabbing your finger into his chest, "Um, darlin', do you need bigger shirts?"

"My boobs can't fit in anything!" You gush miserably, "My shirts, your shirts, sweatshirts, dresses, nothing! I couldn't jam 'em into a trash bag if I tried, Jake, a trash bag!"

"Okay," He soothes, grabbing your wrists before you get the idea to strangle him, "Okay. Alright, listen. Let's go shopping tomorrow," He offers, reaching for a blanket to drape over your shoulders, "You can wear one of my brother's sweatshirts, I snagged one from him before I left home and he's a bigger size than I am. 'Should fit. But in the meantime, uh, I'll put away the clothes," He bargains, a placating smile on his face, "Sound good?"

You can't be mad at his offer; he's done everything right. But you still want to be grumpy, so you break away from him grumbling, "You and your damn breeding kink."

He bites back a smirk, bending over with his back to you so that he can mumble to himself, "Weren't complaining 'bout being bred that night, darlin'."

Two things happen in quick succession: You launch a shirt at Jake's head, and land a sharp smack to his denim-clad ass. He deserves both.

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multifandombxxch · 1 year

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PLAY TOO MUCH

requested:

Hey, can you do a plug!Taeyongx x Chubby Reader. Y/n playing too much with Taeyong's feelings cuz y'know he really likes her and whatever but y/n doesn't believe him.

Pairing: Plug! Taeyong x Chubby reader

warnings: age gap, insecurities, fatphobia, raw sex (wrap it before you tap it), S*xual Harassment, mentions of drugs.

"Bout to catch another flight (yeah)

the apple bottom make 'em wanna bite (yeah)

I just wanna have a good night

I just wanna have a good night (hold up)"

The familiar lyrics of Coi Leray's 'Players' were currently blasting through multiple speakers in my dorm parking lot.

What may be the cause of this you ask?

My roommate was having another party.

On a fucking school night.

My bedpost was banging against the wall as the bass of the speakers was quite literally shaking the whole building.

I kissed my teeth in annoyance I was trying to catch up on an episode of 'House of Dragon' for Christ's sake.

"I cannot take this anymore. I'm calling her." I grumbled.

Calling MIRAE<3...

Ring

ring

ri-

"Hey boo, wassup?" she answered

I sighed pinching the bridge of my nose "Rae I literally can't hear myself right now. The music is way too loud and it's getting late. Don't you have an 8am tomorrow? "

she groaned on the other side "Bitch I told you to come downstairs and live a little. You can't spend college cooped up in the dorm."

I rolled my eyes at that. Rae did invite me to the party but I wasn't one for loud music and crowded places plus...I wanted to avoid a specific someone.

"I'm good, thanks and you know I wanna avoid he who shall not be named. " I said.

I didn't have to say his name she knew exactly who I was referring to.

she chuckles nervously on the other side

"what?'" I question a sudden feeling of anxiety filling me.

"Imma just give it to you straight. He's here and I told him you were upstairs so he said he was gonna deal with his clients and then go up to see you."

I took the phone from my ear and stared at it like it was some foreign device.

Then I placed it back on my ear

"Bitch you did what?!"

"Oh calm down. He's literally been obsessed with you since last semester. He's damn dedicated I'll give him that and he's fine as hell." She gushes.

after a couple minutes of silence ( really just me being lost in my own thoughts ) I spoke up

"I'm nervous. I like him but what if he's just fucking around? I'm not exactly his usual type." I admit softly

"Y/n" Mirae's tone is much softer now.

I shut my eyes tightly.

I didn't need pity right now. but I couldn't help but remember the awful things that were said to me

'why do your hips bend in like that...it looks weird'

my hip dips

'you need to start working out I can see the damn rolls on your back

my back rolls

'no one is going to want someone who can't take care of themselves

my body

I didn't think I was attractive or deserving of any attention.

the attention I got from men made me feel dirty instead of wanted.

I mean...being groped by a random man at 15 wasn't something I had on my bucket list.

Now all of a sudden I'm supposed to believe someone wanted me for me.

change the topic from your body Y/n

"It's fine...forget about it." I quickly cover up.

"So how long ago did he say he was coming up" Nice change of topic idiot

she sucks in a breath "He actually went up about 2 minutes ago"

my eyes went wide in panic. Our room was on the third floor I had roughly a couple seconds before he kno-

KNOCK

three rapid knocks came from behind my room door.

"Oh is that him? I'm hanging up then babe." Rae rushed out before hanging up. I put the phone on my nightstand.

Christ, I didn't even have time to fix my hair or something.

I was still seated on my bed when I heard his deep amused voice

"Y/n I gave you enough time to prepare for me so come open the door."

My body jerked at the sudden call out. I hurriedly got off my bed and made my way to the door

I counted to three before opening it and coming face-to-face with he who shall not be named aka Lee Taeyong aka the university's plug.

He grinned as he held up a bag of my favorite snacks "Hey princess...missed me?" Funnily enough, the bag looked out of place in his hand due to his outfit. He was in a black t-shirt and some black ripped jeans. and his signature silver accessories around his neck, wrists, and fingers.

He didn't have his bag with him...weird he usually has it because it contained his "goods"

I must've been staring too long because he suddenly spoke up

"Are you gonna let me in or are you gonna let that mind of yours go places it shouldn't" he smirked

The inside of my mouth became dry and suddenly I couldn't speak. I stepped aside allowing him to walk in and put the bag on my study desk.

I closed the door and turned to him.

No surprise he was already staring at me. he always stares at me.

am I really that ugly?

he was looking me up and down while his bottom lip was caught between his teeth.

"You did all that for me?" he question gesturing to my attire

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion until I caught myself in the bathroom mirror.

embarrassment

hide...hide right the fuck now.

I completely forgot I was only in an oversized t-shirt that stopped mid-thigh...with no damn bra on.

I gasped and covered my face with both my hands.

he chuckled and I felt him coming closer to me.

suddenly he took my hands from my face.

"Stop being so cute y/n...makes me wanna fuck you more"

my breath caught in my throat.

he only found me attractive because of my body

a familiar feeling of disappointment filled me

he pulled me closer by my hands and moved his hands to grip my waist

"What's wrong cupcake?" he asked concerned.

His black hair fell in front of his face. He was too good to be true.

"Is someone bothering you again?" he grilled me his eyes suddenly turning dark

"No" I answered

"don't lie to me. You know I'd kill for you." he grunted, suddenly gripping my jaw.

he can't be serious right now

he doesn't mean that

"I am serious and I mean every. fucking. word." he said suddenly serious.

did I say that out loud?

Fuck it the worst that could happen is that he destroyed my already low self-confidence so I decided to ask.

"Do you actually like me?"

he stared at me incredulously "Y/n don't ask me stupid questions. Why would I follow you around and practically throw myself at you if I didn't like you?"

he was blunt about it but I just couldn't believe him.

my doubt must've shown on my face because he suddenly turned me around and pushed me up against the wall.

he was so close I could feel his heartbeat against my back.

"You think I'm playing with you?" he asked me

"Yes" I admitted

"There's no way you'd want me. You don't usually go for girls like me.

he pressed against me more and growled "The fuck do you mean girls like you? "

tears lined my eyes

"Fat girls...chubby ones!" I whispered

after a beat of silence from me and heavy breathing from him...he released me and stepped back.

I still faced the wall. I couldn't bring myself to look at him...I was too scared I was right.

"Y/n look at me" he spoke out.

I remained unmoving

suddenly he tugged the back of my t-shirt causing me to fall back into him.

"You think i dont want you because of your body?” He questioned….his tone soft and careful.

I nodded.

“Or you could want me just for my body….I know you would probably want to sneak around since nobody wants to be seen with me”

I could feel his heartbeat on my back.

He said nothing for a couple seconds and then….

“Should I fuck you and claim you to prove you’re wrong?” He asked bluntly

My body stilled.

“Answer me baby…I need an answer y/n. I won’t touch you if you don’t want it” he rasped out.

I nodded.

And that’s all it took for him to devour my body.

“Let me see your pussy baby” he grunted as he laid me back on the bed.

I clenched my thighs tighter together

What if he hates what he sees

All of a sudden he forced my legs open and used his index to take some of my wetness

Causing me to whimper.

He looked me in my eyes and licked it clean off his fingers.

“You taste better than I could even imagine princess” he moaned out.

Three.

I had three orgasms before he put his dick in me.

I was already a trembling mess but that didn’t stop him from fucking me senseless and giving me two more orgasms.

The blissful look on his face as he marked me everywhere and Painted my walls white with his cum was better than any artwork in any museum.

His body jerked and trembled as he whispered how beautiful and breathtaking he found me.

Slowly he rolled over and laid next to me.

After we came down from the high he realized that we didn’t use protect which I reassure him by telling him I was on the pill.

“No more playing y/n, I fucked you raw. I claimed your pussy and marked your body….tell me your mine.” He as he laid next to me.

“I’m yours” I whispered blissfully

He pecked my cheek “that’s right princess”

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anuncalledbridge · 11 months

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Summary: you didn't expect you'd be pulled into a verse where there is no Avenger, no Peter, and no Ned.

Pairing: Miles Morales x (half filo) Stark!reader

Warning: cursing in Tagalog, xreader, black hole

Author's note: I love the idea of the reader being Filipino sooo, I just felt like making her a Stark because Tony bangs everyone he wants and also this is gonna be a series.

Part two

You and Ned walked together while Peter walk ahead the both of you. Peter was rambling something about the star wars lore and sometimes inserted MJ throughout his rambling. You didn't listen, you were looking above the clouds, however, Ned listened intensely.

Peter abruptly stopped, making you and Ned bummed into his back "What the hell dude-" your eyes landed on MJ in front of Peter, which made you smirk as you avert your eyes at Ned.

"You know what I'm thinking?"

Ned looked skeptical for a moment "Uhh, you're about to steal Mr. Starks credit card and then you'll buy me a whole set of lego?" You stifle a laugh "No, idiot but yes I'll think about that" Ned made a fist bump in the air followed by a loud whisper of yes.

You cleared your throat loudly, catching Mj's attention "Peter! Weren't you talking about how gorgeous, magnificent, creative, and may I add, Beautiful, M-" You were cut off when Peter jab you on the side making you curl up into a ball.

"Shut up!" He whispered in a panicked tone. "Ned help me.." you said in a dramatic strained way while Peter strangled you like there is no tomorrow.

Mj who was on her way to work, contemplated whether to just walk straight away and pretend nothing happened or to help her suffocating friend. She chose the latter.

"Peter, I would much appreciate it if you let go of the dog you're choking" Peter immediately let go of you, and you made another loud exaggerated gasp, which Ned found Funny because it sounds like Peter when he found out you were Tony Starks daughter.

"Potangina-"(son of a bitch) Peter nudge you again this time gently, you glared at him and then looked at Mj with a huge grin "Hey there, babygurl!" Mj sigh at the nickname but said nothing about it.

You put both of your hands on Peter's shoulder pushing him towards Mj until there is little to no space "Pete here, wanted to accompany you to your, humble work thing, Right Peter?" Before Peter gets to protest Mj interjected.

"Yeah sure, how bout you and Ned?"

"Oh, we're just about..to..." You looked around for an excuse "We're helping Ned's Lola! Right, Ned?"

"We are?" You nudge him on his arm making him hiss "Play along" you whispered yell "O-oh yes actually! Her back is hurting lately s-so.." without a word you grabbed Ned's arms and sprung away.

You cheekily did a fistbump together "I'm so getting you that Lego set" you laughed while Ned gushed like a teenager in love.

You felt your phone buzz in your pocket so you check who it was, it was your dad calling. You groaned in annoyance, halting on your steps as Ned did the same waiting for you.

"What does he want now.." you muttered before answering "Hello Pa?" You heard your dad hum "You don't sound so happy hearing your dad, sweetpie"

You rolled your eyes "What do you want, Dad?" Tony once again hummed "No 'I love you Dad' first?"

"Dad-"

"say it."

You whined, you covered your phone, and looked at Ned "Ned go wait for me at the store-" You were cut off by your dad's piercing voice. "No, let Ned hear it"

"I'll just go.." Ned tried to interject "stay." Your dad once again said. Ned went still like a brick.

"Fine....I love you, Dad...ano? masaya kana?" (what? Are you happy now?) Ned quietly but failed, laughed at your suffering you gave him a hard glare. "Very much, dear" your dad chuckled in satisfaction.

"What is it that you want, anyways?" You impatiently asked, "Calm down, the wizard man needs help, I'm too lazy, so go and help him for me, alright dear?" He said over the phone, you grumbled "But dad, I have things to do-"

Your dad hummed seemingly not caring "Uh-huh, and I don't care. Now go, love you sweetchecks bye" he ended the call before you even got the chance to reply.

"So you need to be elsewhere?" Ned asked, as both of you continued walking "I'm so sorry Ned" you apologize sincerely. You felt guilty, Ned and you had been friends for a long time, he's the only one who understood you when you moved to New York, since him being Filipino and you being half, he could relate to a certain extent.

It's not like you couldn't speak English, you were quite decent and it improved throughout the year, and you didn't fit in so when Peter and Ned came into the picture, you felt at ease they felt like home.

"It's alright, but the next weekend, y/n. You can't miss it" he seriously said. You laughed "Of course Ned, I wouldn't miss it for the world" You bid your farewells, you took the train which was quite ironic when you can technically just swing from building to building.

"Hey, there wizard queen" Stephen sigh knowing who that annoying voice belongs to "Your dad sent you instead of him, classic." His monotone voice echoed through each corner of the room which always amused you because everywhere this man goes, there is always an echo. As you inch your way towards him he stopped you.

"What?" You looked at him weirdly "There's this thing bugging the quantum realm, I think someone interfering with it." You raised a brow "How is that possible, Mr. Ozzie?" The nicknames always tick him off every time you say it.

"The nickname you're giving doesn't even make sense" he quizzically said.

"Yes, it does" you defended your stan. He looked at you expectedly, waiting for an answer "It's the Wizard of Oz"

It was quiet for a moment.

"you know what? I'm not gonna argue with your stupid nicknames, stop it with this wizard shit. I'm a sorcerer, there's a deference" You were about to argue but he sounds agitated "Besides, we got some serious pressing matter..." He trailed off, focusing on a book that just automatically flips on its own. It always amazes you how magic could work.

"What is wrong, exactly?" You finally asked. "Someone is trying to make some sort of passage through every multiverse, and it's not just a normal passage, it's a black hole and if created it can potentially-"

"Collapse the space-time continuum.." you pieced out everything, while looking around, not meeting Stephen's eyes. You didn't know what to feel at that moment. Nothing felt right since you woke this morning, maybe that was the reason why.

"We need Dad for this" You picked up your phone from your pocket and dialed your dad's number, it was ringing when suddenly you felt the ground shaking.

"Mr. Strange, what's going on?" Your looked at him wide-eyed, while he tried to do some kind of spell to stop the shaking but it didn't.

You heard your dad's voice on the phone, making you snap out of your focused state "Can't talk right now, sweetheart. I'm currently at the.." your dad's voice became muffled as your eyes landed on a black spot that was currently forming on the ceiling and it was glitching.

Stephen tried to conceal it but to no avail, it only sucked his magic in "Y/n! Get away from here!" He shouted across the room.

"But what about you!?"

"It's not trying to get me, it's trying to get you!" He shouted but this time it was much louder, Tony heard this "Sweetheart what's going on?" He asked worriedly, he could hear the wind blowing loudly on the phone so everything was just muffled.

"dad...I think this is the last time I'm ever gonna be able to talk to you" you finally said after a few beats of silence. Stephen desperately tried to conceal the portal as best as he could to give you the time to run, but even if you could run, it will still suck you up nonetheless.

"What are you talking about?" Tony's voice grew shaky, as he started to put on his suit. "Dad, what I'm seeing right now is stranger than Dr. Strange's name" you chuckled.

Tony paid no mind to his daughter's questionable humor and started to flee from whatever meeting he was in.

"I love you, Dad." He heard Stephen scream your name and then the line ended. Tony's breathing stopped he was utterly blank, if his suit wasn't in control he would have crashed right there and then.

You felt like you'd been tossed around like a ragged doll, with all the blinding colors coming your way. Your stomach churned feeling all your food coming back to your throat.

You screamed for what felt like ages; using your weebs to shoot everywhere, trying to find a wall or anything to stick your weebs with, but found absolutely nothing.

Suddenly you hit the ground rather harshly. You groaned, looking up, the city's blinding lights disturbed your peripheral vision. You had a gut-splitting headache making you wince when you sat up immediately.

"Anak ng- where am I?" (son of a-) You looked around once you adjusted to the familiar yet unfamiliar city. This was New York but not your New York.

You started to panic and started to rephrase the previous events "o-okay, so I got sucked into a black hole- wait aren't I supposed to be dead?" You asked yourself, and then you groaned in embarrassment "I said 'I love you' to Dad, thinking I'm gonna be pulled to shred, god this is so embarrassing!"

"Manhattan! I need to go to Manhattan...maybe the Avenger's Tower is still there." Judging by the place it looked like Brooklyn, you prayed to god that the tower is still there, that your dad is waiting for you to come home.

Before you even got time to swing another portal opened at the other building making you squint your eyes. You saw a silhouette drop gracefully making you feel stupid from earlier.

You swing to that said building but as you came nearer you felt your spidey senses act up. You halted as the person in front of you looked wide-eyed in your direction.

"Who are you?" Her voice was above a whisper, you scrunch your nose.

"what? Speak up, babe"

"I said, who are you?" Her voice became louder, and she sat up from her previous awesome posture and started walking towards you "I'm Gwen Stacy" she said.

"Oh, Y/n Stark" Gwen had her mask on while you didn't "So you're spider woman? I thought I was the only one"

"Me neither" she replied with an airy sigh, looking around her with a sense of familiarity "This is not New York" She looked at you for answers but you were just as confused as she is.

"It is, but different from where you came from" it was silence for a while "What do we do?" She asked.

"We get married and just live here" you proposed as a growing smirk started to form on your lips.

"Give me a better option" she replied almost immediately. You gaped at her "anyone would be so lucky to marry me"

"Unlucky" she corrected "but you barely know me! How could you know" you argued back. "exactly."

She got you with that one. The pair of you started to swing building to building "Where are we-" you dodge a pose "going?" Gwen sighed, she seemed distant but that didn't stop you "I'm going to this academy thing, because that's what my spidey senses want" she shouted through the air so you could hear.

"Your tingly thing? I had one too!" Gwen raised a brow, not replying to the comment as she continued to swing every building.

"You know it's dangerous going around, not wearing a mask, you know that right?" Gwen did a flip through mid-air making you do the same cause you built like that.

"Who needs em? When they got me as their gorgeous sight!" the pair of you continued along your journey to find this so-called academy, although you don't know how both of you can enter but you just left that problem to Gwen.

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😨

#miles morales #miles morales x y/n #the avengers #spiderman #fanfic #spiderman into the spiderverse #miles morales x you #peter parker #ned leeds #dr. strange #tony stark #x fem!reader

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runnning-outof-time · 1 year

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The Perfect Tree | Arthur Shelby x Reader

Request: no - part of my Countdown to Christmas Event

Pairing: Arthur Shelby x reader

Summary: In which Arthur and his family wait until the last minute possible to find their Christmas tree…will it still be perfect?

Warnings: one bad word

Word Count: 1365

A/N: this one feels personal given that I’ve only just got me tree this past Saturday. Only 5 more days, y’all! Enjoy! :)

"Is today the day, mumma?" seven year old Stephen Shelby asked as he walked into the kitchen, where his mother and father were just finishing up with dealing with breakfast.

"I think it may be," (Y/N) answered her child, a smile on her face as she draped the dish towel over the sink.

"The day for what, son?" Arthur chimed in from where he was sitting with the newspaper, his brows furrowed in confusion.

"We're getting our tree today!" Stephen cheered, his smile just about touching his ears.

"Why don't you go make sure your sister is ready?" (Y/N) suggested to the boy, who eagerly jumped on the task that was presented to him.

"We're getting our tree today?" Arthur looked at (Y/N) the second Stephen left the room.

"I figured we would...given the fact that Christmas is now five days away," (Y/N) answered him, not shying away from placing emphasis on the lack of days that there was until Christmas.

It seemed like the Shelby family had really dropped the ball with the Christmas preparations this year. Like (Y/N) pointed out, there were only five days until the big day, and they'd only barely decorated. There was a good reason for this though.

"Well I thought that maybe you'd want to scale it back this year...with Leo being born and all," Arthur explained his thought process. Their youngest of three, Leo Shelby, had been born at the beginning of December, so it was only fair to assume that there was a potential of things looking a bit different this year.

Not in (Y/N)'s mind though. "Oh no, Arthur...if anything we need the tree even more now. We can't not have a tree on Leo's first Christmas," she stressed the importance of tradition. Her son was only going to have one first Christmas, and sure he'll most likely not remember it, but she damn sure will.

Arthur pursed his lips and nodded his head. She'd made some very good points. "What'll we do with Leo though? You plannin' on bringin' him with us?"

"No, having him out like that wouldn't be good for him. I'll call either Polly or Ada over to watch him while we're out," she explained her remedy for that roadblock.

"I suggest you call 'em now so they'll have some time to get over here," Arthur suggested, nodding his head towards where the phone was hung on the wall.

"Good idea," (Y/N) said with a grin, "how 'bout you go and check on the kids. I'm worried that Eileen's giving Stephen a hard time since they've not come down yet," she told him what he could in the meantime.

Arthur nodded as he stood, mumbling something about not being the best one to be put in for this situation. (Y/N) just rolled her eyes at his comments, ignoring them as she made her way over to the phone.

—

"Thank you so much for this, Ada," (Y/N) gushed as she opened the door to see her sister-in-law, who'd also brought her son, Karl, along.

"Of course, (Y/N)," Ada smiled back at the other woman, "I'll make sure Leo stays warm in here while the rest of you go out and find yourselves a tree," she said, stepping inside and following (Y/N) to the sitting room, where Leo was bundled up in his moveable bassinet.

"Stephen?! Eileen?! Are you ready to leave?" (Y/N) called out for her two older children then.

"Coming, mum!" they both shouted as footsteps were heard racing down the stairs then.

"Hi, auntie Ada!" Stephen greeted the other woman who was standing in the sitting room. Ada smiled at the two children as they moved over to hug her.

"Arthur! We're getting ready to go out!" (Y/N) called for her husband then.

"I'm comin’!" he called back from where he was in the kitchen. He appeared seconds later, working on getting his coat situated. "We all ready?" he asked once he was in front of his family.

"Yes we are," (Y/N) affirmed, a smile on her face before she let the two children go out the door first before following behind with Arthur.

——

"Are we almost back home?" Stephen asked as the family trudged their way back through the snow.

"We should be," Arthur answered, grunting as he continued pulling the tree across the ground, "don't know why we had to go out so far," he couldn't help but mumble.

"Because there were no good trees closer, and it had to be perfect," (Y/N) answered him, happy that Eileen had insisted on holding her hand. She didn't want to have any parts in the tree dragging.

"Well let's hope that there's still some branches on it by the time we get back," Arthur stated, squeezing his eyes shut as he used up whatever energy that he had left. He didn't expect to be pulling a tree through the forest today.

"I can see our house!" Stephen exclaimed, pointing out ahead of him.

"Thank Jesus," Arthur breathed.

"We're almost home," (Y/N) said with a smile, the excitement building up inside of her. Decorating the tree was her favorite part of getting ready for the holidays.

It only took them a few minutes to get to their door, and several more for Arthur to get the tree inside. Soon enough, it was standing upright in their front room, and the kids were bouncing with excitement as they prepared to begin decorating the tree. (Y/N) made sure that all of the materials were out before she spun around to see where Arthur was.

"Sitting this one out?" she asked him, looking to where he was sitting on one of the chairs; a glass in his hand.

"I'll let you and the kids have the fun," he answered her, fiddling with the glass in his hand then. He smiled as he looked at her, watching as she accepted his answer and turned back to their children so that they could begin working on the tree.

The tree was decorated rather quickly, and soon enough, all of the lights in the room were out so that Stephen and Eileen could bask in the warm glow of the candles that were positioned strategically around the garland, tinsel, and ornaments. (Y/N) was sitting on Arthur's lap, her arms hooked around his neck as she smiled down at her children.

"We picked a good tree this year," she started, looking it over once more, "I might even say it's perfect."

"You certainly have the eye for them," Arthur commented, a grin tugging the corners of his lips upwards.

"I'm sorry for getting upset with you in the woods today," she told him then as she turned to face him, a slight frown on her face. It wasn't obvious in the moment, because (Y/N) cared a great deal about her tree, but the fact that she and Arthur had what was on the verge of a full-blown argument over the type of tree that they'd be getting was a bit over the top thinking back on it.

"No need to apologize there, love," he brushed her off, "I should know by now that the tree is your area of business and that any feedback that I may give might only serve to complicate things more."

(Y/N) couldn't help but giggle at his statement. "I shouldn't 've said those things to you though," she said then, resting her head on his shoulder.

"The kids got a kick out of it at least. They're used to their dad saying shit like that...never would have expected it from their mumma," he said with a chuckle, his hand falling to rest on her kneecap. They both laughed at his comment before silence fell over them. A smile formed on (Y/N)'s face as she looked at her children again. "It does look perfect though," Arthur spoke up after a few moments had passed.

"It does," (Y/N) agreed, her eyes focused on the tree. Now they were officially ready for Christmas to come.

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AND TO HEAVEN AGAIN (REUPLOAD) ︰ kuramochi , jun , tetsu , ryousuke

⠀⠀⠀⠀— more kinks and favorite things ♡

cws: 18+ NSFW MDNI. fem!reader. unprotected sex. KURAMOCHI: squirting, overstimulation. JUN: quickie, oral (f receiving). TETSU: breeding, daddy kink, cervix kissing. RYOUSUKE: pussy job, fingering, cum play.

notes: part 2 to my previous daiya post but this time w the 4th years <33 chris was also in the og post but i wanted to make his part longer so that'll be another thing in the future

KURAMOCHI YOUICHI

+ SQUIRTING. BACK SHOTS. ever since he found out about squirting, youichi's been pent up on making you cum hard enough to do it. and now when both of you have an ample amount of time for yourselves, he takes his time with you, making you cum all over the sheets just before he flips you over and pounds your from behind. he just loves how he can slide so easily into you, being able to bottom out without prep and watching the ripple of your ass with every thrust.

"youichi, fuck— not so hard." you whine, your thighs trembling while he fingers you harshly, making sure to bully that velvety spot in you.

"come on, pretty. 'm not gonna stop 'til i get what i want." he replies.

"'s too much, youichi." you pant, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth when you feel your climax build up all over again, only this time much worse. "wait, stop— gonna- gonna make a mess."

youichi fixes himself, propping himself up higher to watch the way your thighs tremble and shake the closer you get to your climax.

"let go, 's okay." he assures, brushing a bit of hair out of your face before giving you a kiss. "don't worry 'bout it, 'kay? cum for me, wanna see you cum like that all over me."

your head dips back into the pillow, your mouth parting into a silent scream as you gush all over his hand. he watches with a satisfied expression across his face, peppering your cheeks with kisses until he reaches your lips.

"fuck, that was hot." he mutters against your lips before sloppily kissing you in your afterglow, fingers curling gently inside you to help ride out your high before pulling out.

you rest your arm over your eyes. as you catch your breath you feel the weight of the bed shift. peeking under your forearm, you watch your boyfriend stroke himself between your legs.

you're about to protest but he grabs a hold of your hips, lazily flipping you over onto your stomach and kneeling between your thighs. he leans over to kiss along your shoulders and back, his hands kneading the flesh of your ass before pulling it up by your hips.

"one more for me." he whispers, lining the tip of his cock to your entrance.

you bury your face in the sheets as he enters, the both of you gasping at the feeling.

"shit, that's good." he sighs, hands planted on your ass cheeks as he maintains a steady rhythm.

your breathless moans and whines were muffled in the sheets while youichi's grunts and groans bounced off the bedroom walls. he props himself up on one leg, angling himself to thrust into you deeper until he came just the way he wanted to.

ISASHIKI JUN

+ QUICKIES. ORAL. jun likes the idea of messing you up right before you have somewhere to be. whether you're already in the parking lot or just about to walk out the door, he'll bunch your skirt up to your waist and push your panties aside like muscle memory. he could care less if he's taken care of, you have somewhere important to be and he just wanted to calm your nerves with his face in his favorite place; between your legs.

"jun, wait." you protest, pulling away from the kiss he trapped you in when your back hit the door. "right now? seriously? i'm gonna be late."

"late? your shit's not until one, its still noon." he replies between kisses, attacking your neck while teasingly lifting your skirt between his thumb and forefinger. "besides, i'm drivin' you. i'll be damned if you're late."

he palms at your sex, the heel of his hand grinding on your clit while his middle finger teases your hole through the fabric of your panties. a pleasured sigh escapes you, moving your hips for some more friction.

"make it quick." you mutter, quickly pulling your skirt up higher past your hips. jun lowers himself, letting out a low whistle at the thigh highs held up by the suspenders of your garter belt.

"run out of pantyhose, babe?" he comments with a cocky grin across his face. "don't see ya wear stockings too often."

you lean against the door, body tensing up when you feel his stubble brush against your inner thighs. he pushes your panties aside, wasting no time and popping two fingers into his mouth before pushing them into you. letting out a satisfied hum at how tight you are, your walls sucking him in as he pumps them slowly.

"gotta relax for me. don'tcha got an interview later? can't talk to those people tense, y'know?" he lifts your leg up from under your knee, letting it rest on his shoulder to move his face deeper between your thighs.

his lips latch onto your clit, sucking on it while his fingers curl to your sweet spot, waiting for you to relax. he groans when he gets a taste of you. the flavor was nothing new, but it made his cock throb every time it touched his tongue. his free hand reaches down, undoing the zipper of his pants to slowly pump at his length.

as you relax, his pace quickens. tongue and fingers working to like clockwork to make you cum, matching the pace with his other hand to keep up with you.

"there, jun, right there." you whine, dipping your head back when your stomach tightens at the feeling.

you rest your hand on his head when he pulls away for air. your fingers lace through his hair to gently push him closer again, the worry of being late making you urge him to go harder.

jun furrows his brows at your push, pumping his fingers in and out of you with all his energy while his tongue flicks at your clit. the grip he had on his dick tightens, trying to mimic the way your walls close around him the closer you get to release.

"fuck, fuck, g'nna cum—" your mouth parts in a silent scream as you do, thighs twitching around his head as he pulls away. wetness covers him from his mouth to his chin as he pants out curses, spilling all over his own hand to the sight of your swollen clit and dripping cunt.

YUUKI TETSUYA

+ BREEDING. DADDY KINK. tetsu never really thought he had any kinks to begin with, considering himself pretty vanilla other than his favorable habit of cumming inside way more than he should. you let the nickname slip once, it was unintentional but everyday after that he'd get hard thinking about it. the word now replacing his name whenever you share an intimate moment, the chant of it having a euphoric effect on him. so much so he just can't help filling you up each time.

tetsu's thrusts were hard, a kiss to your cervix almost every time. one of his hands was secured to the the headboard, his veins popping and his knuckles turning white. the wood of the headboard’s nearly about to give in from how much its banging against the wall.

"you feel so good." he mutters, gazing down at you with low lidded eyes.

"daddy... wanna cum." you whine, the knot in your stomach tightening.

his free hand comes too caress your cheek, his thumb parting your lips and hooking into your mouth, letting your moans and cries free.

"louder," he commands, picking up the pace. "show me how much you wanna cum."

the headboard's beat against the wall matches the snap of his hips to yours, the complaints from your neighbors are already flashing in your head but tetsu doesn't seem to care. he's blocking it all out until he got what he wanted.

your arms were hooked under his, nails pressing crescents into his shoulders and slowly raking down his back the tighter the band in your stomach got. chants of 'daddy' and 'so good' filled the room until it snapped, your legs wrapping tight around his waist.

he lets out a strained groan, moving his hips slower to let you ride out your high before turning to quick shallow thrusts, chasing after his high while your walls spasm around him.

"don't— don't spill a drop." he pants.

when the band in his stomach snaps he using the last of his energy to press the tip as close as he can to your cervix, cum hot and thick inside you as he finishes.

tetsu's breath shakes as he comes down from his high, kissing up your neck until he meets your lips in a passionate kiss. his tense arms relaxing as he lays on his side, chest heaving with heavy breaths.

KOMINATO RYOUSUKE

+ PUSSY JOBS. CUM PLAY. ryou loves you, you think so at least. he's kissing you and holding your hand out in public but behind the closed doors of your bedroom, he'll deny you of the simplest requests. he'll touch your body with so much want but never go all the way, rubbing his cock between your folds like a punishment until he's cumming, spreading it all over you right after.

your hands were planted on the wall, nails looking for something to dig into while your head hung between your shoulders and your thighs pressed together, ryou's cock sliding between them and your folds. his chest flush against your back with his hands gripped at your hips, controlling the push and pull of them.

he tucks a bit of hair behind your ear to whisper lowly into it. "y'know i love you, baby," he says. the same hand grabs at your forearm, pulling it away from your desperate attempt to get off and stretching as far as it can go to keep it from struggling. "but you're gonna have to wait a bit."

you shake your head, looking back with pleading eyes as impatience burns in your gut and you push your ass back on him with a whispered 'please', hoping he'd take the hint.

"hey, hey," ryou sneers, pausing his movement and pressing his body up against you in return.

your tits flatten up against the wall and your forearm presses into your back. "don't be so impatient, sweetheart. just keep drippin' all over my cock like that ‘n—" he pauses, panting hot breath on your ear as he mutters a curse when his sensitivity heightens. "shit, 'm close."

"ryou, please. do it inside at least." you plead, but of course he doesn't listen.

his pace builds up and at the stutter of his hips, he pulls back for release. cock resting between your ass cheeks as he cums pools onto your lower back with a strained groan, milking the remains while his forehead rests on your shoulder.

when he comes down from his high, ryou backs up onto the bed with a dry laugh, pushing his hair back before pulling you onto his lap by your hips.

"sorry," he mutters with a sly smile, pressing kisses onto your shoulder like an apology. "pussy's just too good."

two fingers scoop into the pool of cum on your lower back before you rest against his chest. with his free hand he parts your thighs, the other following suit as you watch him rub cum covered fingers along your pussy.

"you wanted it inside, right?" he asks, already pushing his fingers into you and pumping at a steady pace. "should've fucked you instead if i knew you were this tight." he jokes when your walls tighten, and maybe he would've if he had the energy for it.

his fingers alternates between dipping into you and gathering more of your slick, spreading the mixture all over you. he peers over your shoulder, watching himself draw circles onto your clit with hungry eyes. you can feel his cock twitch behind your back, undoubtedly getting hard again.

"messy," he murmurs with a smirk, curling his fingers up to your sweet spot. "so fuckin' messy."

ryou's stomach tightens at your moans, muttering sweet nothings and quickening his pace to get you closer to your release.

"fuck, fuck! ryou, cumming— 'm cumming," your back arches off him, hips rocking into his hand to ride out your high.

when he pulls out of you, a mix of your wetness and his cum coats his fingers. the mixture webbing between his fingers and he sighs at the sight, bringing his hand to your mouth for your lips to case around them obediently, sucking with fervor.

TAGLIST: @dearkamiya @harusick @21-06-1996 @1990-06-12

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reveluving · 2 years

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sweet spot ; andy barber x reader

summary: Andy learns more about you through your connection with the Wilson’s.

warnings: fluff (slow burn)

a/n: hi this series is still alive, I just have issues like time, writer’s block & laziness,,, not proofread too so my apologies for any mistakes!

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˚ · . gorgeous rose divider by the amazing @firefly-graphics

‘anyone would pay for these treats any day. no, he was not saying that because of his own feelings,’ ;

It's been two months since you last spoke to Andy and you don't know if you should be glad or disappointed. Glad, because you're able to suppress your feelings (and inappropriate thoughts) for the man but disappointed, because seems like 'next time' progressively seemed more like an empty promise.

Sure, you were able to bid him goodbye or at the very least, the smallest talk whenever he was free enough to pick Jacob up from school. Worst of all, you could feel his gaze whenever you walked away, and on more than one occasion, too! As weeks become months, though, you thought you were too hopeful for your own good.

Until now.

Saturday rolled around and Andy had just dropped Jacob off at the Wilson's. Thankfully, Sam was able to talk it out with Andy.

'Relax man, I'll keep a close eye on them. You, on the other hand, should go check out the area. Feel free to stop by Sarah's bakery, it's not usually busy at this time,'

Thus, that's where he's heading to. The drive didn't take long, though Andy did take his time mapping any area that he hasn't covered before. A couple of retail stores, including a Japanese convenience store that he thought Jacob might like to check out.

Not long after his little survey around town, he finally reached the Wilson's family business.

'Home of the best Louisiana-style sweets in town!'

Tempting.

He took a look at the interior from the window, silently approving the homey decor and mouth-watering pastries in the display counter. Sam wasn’t lying when he mentioned the lack of traffic before lunchtime. In fact, it was deserted. If it wasn’t for the ‘open’ sign hanging on the door, he would’ve turned back. He could only hope this wasn’t a prank of Sam’s before making his way in, prompting a soft 'ding' from the entrance.

"I'll be with you in a minute!" Sarah called from the kitchen, unaware of the man her best friend’s been gushing about since you first met him. He didn’t think much of it, opting to take a closer look at the treats before him until he heard a familiar voice at the other end of the room.

“Y’know, the least you can do is help me with these cookies,”

“Don’t be such a baby, you can handle two little trays,” Sarah snorted before exiting the kitchen, smiling at the newcomer, “Hey there! Sorry 'bout that. Kinda short of hands today but I’m so glad it’s not peak hours,” She sighed before clasping her hands, “Now, what can I do for you?" She squinted her eyes, "Though, excuse me for my boldness but I don’t think I’ve seen you before,”

“Well, I guess you could say I'm a first-timer,” He smiled politely, “Your brother told me you make good coffee here,”

“Oh!” Sarah snapped her fingers, “Barber, right? Sam's told me all about you,” She paused, realizing the situation, "Well, not just Sam," She ignored the questioning look on his face with a cheeky smile, "You’ve come to the right place. Anything caught your eye?”

Andy eyed the list of best-selling drinks on the menu board behind her, “I'd like a cappuccino, please,"

“A cup of 'ccino and… any sweets?” He pondered for a second.

“Mind giving me some recommendations?”

“Not at all!” She moved away from the cashier and pointed at some of the displays, “Today’s pies are pecan and cherry. Or if you’re feeling a little fancy, we have pralines to go with your drink,” She cocked her head to the empty spot labelled ‘chocolate chip cookies’, “There’s the classic, too but we’ve only finished baking it. Speaking of,” She turned her attention to the kitchen door, prompting her new customer to do the same, “How’re the cookies back there?”

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” You groaned, leaning against the door to open it while holding a tray of fresh cookies in both hands, “Just give me a-"

It was amazing how you didn’t drop the tray at the sight of Andy standing in front of the counter. You didn’t even have to look at Sarah to know she was enjoying this moment. She was literally the first person you told after your first encounter with him at the gym, thinking she was the best candidate to hear it all. Only to have the colour drained from your face when she came to you, saying that Andy's a new colleague of Sam's.

“Andy!” You suddenly felt underdressed — a white cami dress. Perfect for the afternoon but now? You wished you brought that one cardigan with you, "Uh, fancy seeing you here!"

"I could say the same about you," He looked down at the floor, hiding the lil' smile on his face, "Colour me surprised, though. You're not in your tracksuit,"

Sarah stifled a laugh — she could see you rolling your eyes without even having to look at you. Sam would always act surprised whenever he'd bump into you outside the school premise in anything but a sportswear.

"Ha-ha, no wonder you and Sam are officemates," You arranged the cookies orderly, not having the guts to look him in the eye, "I have other clothes too, y'know?"

"Thankfully," You gawked at your friend's jab at your fashion sense. She leaned over the counter to 'whisper' to Andy, "I'd be worried if that one white tracksuit was the only thing she owned,"

You pouted, feeling betrayed that your best friend and your 'crush' were making fun of you. Andy found it amusing how you mouthed a 'fuck you' at Sarah, who seemed unfazed but rather entertained to see you bashful in front of the man you've been gushing about.

"You two know each other?" Andy asked, pointing between you and Sarah.

"She's teaching my boys," Ah, makes sense, "She teaching your kid, too?"

"Jacob," He nodded, "Same class, right?" You wordlessly nodded when he turned to you for confirmation, "Small world,"

"Well, Reve Road is a small neighbourhood," You chuckled, remembering each and every time you'd bump into a student or their parents around here, "If you know the Wilson's, there's a high chance you'll know this café,"

"And if your kid goes to Reve High, there's a high chance you'll know Ms (L/N) here," You narrowed your eyes when Sarah butted in, and smoothly, at that.

You've never seen her like this before.

Did she have an ulterior motive?

Who knows?

"Now," She straightened up, "You two can catch up and whatnot but first," She pointed at the freshly baked cookies, "Is that a yes?"

Well, you made it, didn't you?

"Two, please,"

"There you are," Sarah's sudden appearance jolted you out of your thoughts. You took the chance to flee to the storeroom with the excuse of 'the espresso machine's running low' when Andy began paying up for his order. Now, you're just hiding in here till who knows when, "Why’re you hiding in here?"

"You know exactly why,"

"You're right, I'm sorry," Her smugness told you she was anything but, "I can't help myself! I've never seen this side of you,"

"And that is?"

Did you really want to know the answer?

"Well," She drawled and acted like she was thinking, "Like a schoolgirl?"

She turned around, ignoring the deadly glare by taking a bag of coffee beans before throwing it at you.

"Here," You swiftly caught the bag, shooting her a confused look, "You did say the machine's running low on beans, and you were right. Sooo… have fun!" She ran out of the room before you could even have a say in it. You gave up — even if you stopped her, she had other things to do whereas you were pretty much done.

Except for Andy's coffee, that is.

You tried not to tear the bag in your hands from your crumpling habit, taking the last few seconds you have to pull yourself together before brisk walking back to the counter.

But, all that pep talk became useless when the first thing you were greeted with was Andy himself. He wasn't far from the counter, meaning his seating was the closest to the espresso machine.

Great!

You thought in utter horror.

"Everything okay back there?" His eyes darted between your face and the bag of coffee beans.

"Mhm!" You could only pray you wouldn't make a fool out of yourself by forgetting how to make a simple cup, "Had a tough time looking for these in the storeroom,"

Andy watched how you skillfully worked the machine, topping it all off with the serene atmosphere despite being the only customer at the moment.

"Seems like you and the Wilson's go back a long way," He piped up but his eyes were still focused on the extracting process.

"You're not wrong," You reminisced, "I used to work as the barista here, for a few months before getting an offer to teach in school. That was like, what, two years ago? Now, I'm just helping out whenever I have the chance," You shook your head slowly, "Man, time flies real fast when you're having fun,"

Andy hid the melancholy in his heart by chuckling with you. He wished he could say the same about himself for the past two years. Everything went fast for him, too, but not in a good way.

At all.

"What about you?" His eyes met yours, like, really met, finding an unexplainable comfort in your concerns, "How are you finding the neighbourhood?"

"Pretty good," More than good, actually, "Peaceful, lots of stores nearby, nice neighbours too. I'm just glad Jake's doing well so far," Silence took over, other than the constant drips from the machine, "He… is doing okay, right?"

"Of course," You didn't hesitate — partially to lessen his sudden worry but you weren't kidding about Jacob. Quiet, sure, but a fast learner, in both his classes and his managing role, "I'd say he's catching up real quick, considering how he's never learned our syllabus before. But, he's a little more open with the basketball team,"

"How so?" He patiently waited, seeing that you’ve finished preparing his cappuccino and straightened up in his seat when you're coming over to serve it.

"His friends. Other than AJ, I see that he's really close to the Maximoff twins. Good boys," You carefully placed his cup next to the basket of cookies, "So, I'd say he's doing more than okay,"

"That's good," You gave yourself a pat on the back for successfully reassuring him without needing to lie.

But, you took the risk of asking the next question.

"Things didn't go too well at your old place?" You could only hope you weren't overstepping any boundaries.

"You could say that," He replied curtly and though he didn't seem apprehensive, you didn't want to push your luck. He seemed like a man who didn't take snoopiness too lightly, either.

At least you knew your assumptions were right.

"Well, whatever the reasons are, I'm glad you two are doing well now," You didn't have to elaborate, not when Andy himself found it endearing to hear it from you.

"I'm glad too," You caught him whispering under his breath. Fearing for the awkwardness that could kick in anytime soon, you motioned to the cookies in front of him.

"Are the cookies good?" He appreciated your efforts to keep the conversation going and nodded.

"Very," He finished the half-eaten cookie, leaving him with just one, "My compliments to the chef,"

"Ah, well, you know the Wilson's," He could tell you were hiding something, only for both of you to jump at the voice behind you.

"Her recipe, by the way," Sarah's head was peeking out of the kitchen door just to place a tray of pralines on a random spot before disappearing yet again.

"This is your recipe?" He questioned you, funnily enough, through a mouthful. Andy shouldn't have been surprised after hearing your little history with the business' family, and yet he was.

"Yeah…" You twiddle your thumbs, feeling small under his interest, "Call it a contribution?" In reality, those cookies were one of the store's bestsellers but you never liked taking all the credit. Humble, is where it's at, after all.

"They're really good," He repeated. Other than trying to woo you, they were actually to his liking. Not too sweet, crispy on the outside and gooey on the inside, "I might buy some for the boys later,"

"I mean, you don't have to pay, y'know? Since it's Sarah's own sons, plus yours," You tilted your head.

"Call it a contribution," He repeated your words, plus, anyone would pay for these treats any day.

No, he was not saying that because of his own feelings.

The next hour went smoothly, with you suggesting to him the best restaurants in town and which neighbour to watch out for. Sarah, too, joined in from time to time, thankfully without trying to put you in the spotlight anymore.

Unbeknownst to you, it was because she had pretty much succeeded in the job.

Soon, the café was getting busier as lunch hour was rolling around. Families, especially, and not wanting to overwhelm you with entertaining both him and the customers, plus, Jacob's message that he and AJ had completed their work, he decided to take his leave.

"Thank you for the coffee, and the cookies, of course," He thanked you as soon as you were free from an order, "I'll see you around?"

No phone numbers. Not appropriate.

Or just not yet.

"You know where to find me," You smiled softly before rushing off to the storeroom for more sugar. Begrudgingly.

Man, he hated to see you go but loved to watch you leave.

Especially in that dress.

Seeing how Sarah was standing behind the register without any customers, Andy swooped in to purchase the cookies.

But, he didn't have the time to say a word when Sarah slid him a filled-up paper bag.

"Our treat," She raised her hand, knowing he was going to protest, "Ah-ah! It's free of charge and that's that. There's a separate bag in there for you and Jacob," With that, she left him with his thoughts and cookies to attend to the customer by the display counter.

Andy accepted the gift hesitantly, mentally thanking both you and Sarah before exiting the café and off to the Wilson's.

He couldn't help but smile throughout the drive, finding whatever that happened for the past couple of hours very… enjoyable? He learned a lot about you but at the same time, more questions began popping up and no doubt if whatever you and him had continued, you'd be learning about him too.

It was only a matter of time, is all.

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#— reve's reverie 🌹#andy barber x reader #andy barber x you #andy barber x female reader #andy barber #andy barber fluff #andy barber fanfiction #defending jacob #jacob barber #chris evans #chris evans fluff #chris evans x reader #chris evans x you #future mrs barber series

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wally-friggin-franks · 5 months

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PART THREE (take two) YOU GOT IT PAL

actually writin' this in my notes, so, uh, hopefully i'll remember the way i wrote some of this stuff-

the biggest story on my mind right now is when henry was tryin' ta work late for the third, maybe fourth day in a row. and i wasn't havin' it. that day i had baked breadrolls, so i just waltzed up to him, gave him some, n' just. talked with him. had a chat, yknow? eventually, i convinced him ta go home and get some rest. i'm glad that i could. i also wanna make those breadrolls again some day- they were one of th' only things i could safely make that weren't too shabby, and they were pretty easy fer me. maybe soon.

the next story was when i was helpin' clean the warehouse. clutter, beams, junk, etc... i was just strong enough to help move this stuff. i wasn't entirely helpless, heh. anyways, i was in the middle of movin' a huge metal beam, it's hoisted onto my shoulder, and friggin' bertie is standin' in my way. now. a normal person would say "hey! excuse me, gotta get through!" but not me. cos i didn't like th' guy. so i just. "accidentally" knocked him unconcious with the beam. everyone believed me, sayin' that i "didn't have th' smarts ta pull it off" WELL I DO AND I DID AND IT WAS ON PURPOSE. take THAT. and the warehouse guys didn't help move anythin' it was just me n' lacie

i think i'll save th' repurposed coat closet story for a while, at least 'til i draw what it looked like. it was awesome. i would make that its own seperate post.

although, i'll gladly tell about the writin' department. usually, that place was dead quiet. could hear th' drop of a pin, and then everyone was lookin' at it. but this particular day, everyone was shoutin' and pointin' fingers, all thanks ta friggin connor wheatley. cos he didn't like alice angel. "boo hoo women character waaah waah weh weh weh BLEUGH." he got punched. i let it happen. after that, i slammed my broom handle to th' floor, and everyone went quiet enough for me to go clean. soon as i left, everyone was back at it again, heh.

if you ever were t' hear susie sing, you'd know the recordings NEVER did her voice justice. sounded like a literal angel. any time she was in a recordin' session, i'd try and clean nearby, cos lemme tell ya- she's gotta be the best out there. her voice had me floored every time. never got old. and she could be a wide variety of characters, too! it was really awesome t' see.

and shawn was th' BEST toymaker. i know about the whole "crooked smile" debaucle but honestly? thought that gave 'em more charm. made it so you could tell which ones would last ya for forever versus which ones couldn't. and just,, the craftsmanship behind it all? was awesome. sure, injury here and there, but each one was made skillfully. i loved watchin' shawn do her thing, they were really good at what he did, y'know? gah.

i really wish i had asked norman about how projectors worked. i would've gotten t' listen to it gush 'bout somethin' it loved, and it would've been smilin' the whole time, AND it wouldn't be mad at me? all around win situation! it was really cool. i can't even properly put anythin' into words it was so cool. the best projectionist in the world ever! n' was just a good guy. awhagwhgr

and henry's awesome, too! the way he could jus' whip up a drawing that quickly, and precisely? you could tell he knew what he was doin'. even the stuff he threw away was awesome. any drawings norman didn't steal, i definetly stared at for a while. he was good at advice, too. all-around a swell guy. he probably didn't have a single malicious bone in his body, in all honesty. couldn't insult his friends if he tried. really sweet guy. makes norman happy, and norman makes him happy right back. sweet, aint it?

jack was one of the best lyricists ever, i think. they could just... immediately get the vibes for a song, n' put it into words. it was really cool! again, what is it with people throwin' stuff away that was still REALLY good? all the lyrics they wrote had some swing to 'em, and just matched the feel of the song perfectly. good tempo, good use of phonetics, etc. just awesome. tried not t' disturb jack while they worked, though, so i mostly admired from afar.

prayin' tumblr doesn't eat this one. if it does, got it saved in m' notes, cos norman said to do that. its really smart :]

#batdr da #batdr irl #batim da #batim irl #batdr kin #batim kin #wally franks irl #《remember that time?》

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twinstarsies · 1 year

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high school bkdk, fluff & humor

"Oi, nerd."

Izuku looks up from his textbook and yelps as he catches whatever Katsuki just threw at him with his face. He pouts and rubs at his cheek.

"Rude, Kacchan."

Katsuki flops onto his bed beside him with a careless shrug. "Not my fault you have shit reflexes. Anyway, you better appreciate how above and beyond I go for your dork ass."

Izuku finally looks at what Katsuki had tossed at him and gasps, bouncing with excitement.

"The limited edition All Might ring pops!" he exclaims with a grin. "With five exclusive flavor combinations not found anywhere else! Where did you get these?!"

Katsuki just smirks as he unwraps his own ring pop and sticks it in his mouth. "I have my ways. You're welcome, by the way."

Izuku throws his arms around his boyfriend's shoulders and hugs him tight. Katsuki grunts but lets him.

"Thank you, thank you!" he gushes. He'd been looking everywhere for these ring pops; he was starting to think he'd never get to try them.

"Kacchan is the best!" He nuzzles into Katsuki's neck. "He always gets me the coolest stuff!"

"'Course I do," Katsuki huffs, but his tone is fond, and he ruffles Izuku's hair playfully before pecking him on the nose. He reaches out and picks up the ring pop he'd given Izuku, opens it, and then holds it out to Izuku with a soft grin that makes Izuku's heart flutter.

"And if you stick with me, I always will," he adds, with a strange intensity that sounds like he's saying something else. Something more.

Izuku blinks at him, then at the ring, then back up at his boyfriend. Something clicks.

"Are you proposing to me with a limited edition flavor All Might ring pop?" he asks incredulously. He can feel tears burning in his eyes.

Katsuki snorts, but his cheeks are suspiciously red and he averts his eyes. "I'm a broke high school kid," he gripes, embarrassed, "give me fuckin' break, Deku."

"Kacchan!" Izuku wails, hugging him even tighter as the tears start coming. His chest is tight with emotion, fit to burst with how in love he is with this boy.

"Yeah, yeah," Katsuki sighs, rubbing his back. "You big crybaby. This was always our plan, wasn't it?"

"Yeah, but—still!" Izuku sniffles loudly. "I wasn't expecting it so soon!"

"No time like the present." Katsuki jostles him gently. "So? How 'bout it, nerd? Marry me?"

There's a vulnerable gentleness in red eyes when Izuku pulls away to look at Katsuki—the love of his life. He holds up the ring pop, and Izuku holds out his hand. It doesn't fit his ring finger, so Katsuki puts it on his pinkie. Izuku smiles at it softly, then up at his fiancé.

"Of course I'll marry Kacchan!"

And then he sticks it in his mouth, because it's a limited edition flavor All Might ring pop.

Ooh, black raspberry and cherry! So good!

"Oi! Don't eat your engagement ring!"

#bkdk #bakudeku #twinstarsiesfics #.drabble #im a sucker for silly in love boys

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the-consortium · 11 months

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Dear Dr.

Any idea why Slaanesh (and other chaos god) insist on giving hooves, of all thing, for their astarte?? Is their a population of hard working farrier in the eye, or does anyone that give general medical consultation had to get a crash course in veterinary medicine???

As the door opens and closes, Fabius looks up from his work as his hands and the Chirurgeon's arms continue to move, making incisions and separating and joining the living brain before him on the table in places that nature never intended. The sounds of an ancient Terran symphony float in the aseptically pungent air of the laboratory. The Chief Apothecary purses his lips and frowns. There are few people who can disturb him in his work without feeling his wrath. This person is not one of them, but has the advantage of irreplaceability. At least at the moment. Fabius once explained this to him in one of his rare bouts of jovial teacherliness as a "high Landraider factor". The bigger the gap that would be torn should a person suddenly be run over by a landraider, the higher his landraider factor. In a well-functioning organisation - calling a warband that is again one of the Chief Apothecary's quirks - no one should have too high a Landraider Factor. That he exempts himself from this goes without saying. In any case, Saqqara is difficult if not impossible for Fabius to replace at the moment and can therefore get away with a lot of things. Still, it's a good idea to cultivate a certain amount of healthy self-preservation instinct, since Fabius is still a son of Fulgrim and therefore not blessed with too much patience when it comes to other people. The Word Bearer stretches a dataslate out in front of him like a particularly attractive offering to the gods. "Let me answer that! It's right up my alley!" Fabius snatches the device from his hands like an angry moray eel, reads the few lines and snorts irritably. "So you can revel in gushing love for your monsters again? That might suit you so! That is a purely historical question. And Terran myths I can quote just as well!" Saqqara shrugs, hiding his disappointment. "And what is it, in your opinion, that motivates the Dark Prince to give out hooves?" Fabius wipes his hands. "A relic from religious times when a Terran farm animal called a goat, especially the male specimen, was considered a symbol of sexual gluttony and was attributed to quite a few gods associated with this trait. And since your monster takes pleasure in wallowing in sexual symbolism, he not only throws the seduction symbol animal snake around - admittedly mainly in the direction of my dear Gene-Sire - but also the cloven hooves. At some point, when he annoys me again, I'll explain this to Lucius too and then watch with great satisfaction as he explodes in anger. To saddle him with such symbolism, when he doesn't care in the least about tantric stuff, shows a sense of humour I wouldn't have thought the monster capable of." Saqqara tilts his head. He visibly warms to the fact that his employer/hostage taker apparently leaves a flank open to religious discourse. And in purely historical terms, there are few who can hold a candle to him. "If these hooves are sexual symbolism - how do you explain Khorne's extensive use of this feature?" Fabius waves it off. "Change of religion and symbolism. Your monsters don't care about temporal processes, so they mix whatever they like. When a new religion arose on Terra, displacing many old ideas, sexual symbolism was reinterpreted as damnation and all bearers of the symbol became devils. Evil par excellence. And your skull god makes use of everything that has to do with unbridled emotion in the negative sense. This historical inconsistency annoys me! But then, what can you expect from them?"

Saqqara blinks in irritation and the corners of his mouth pull down. But he is only too used to Fabius' iconoclastic outbursts, so he does not add fuel to the fire. Instead, he tries to steer the tirade back into calmer waters. "I wonder why this person is interested in farriers?" The Chief Apothecary turns back to his work. Apparently he has had enough of religious philosophy and history for today. "Perhaps also struck by some mutation you and Khorag so adamantly refer to as a 'gift'? But at least the … medical question can be answered quickly here. I've been around Savona long enough to be able to say with a fair degree of certainty that hoof care is nothing to worry about if you let the hoof owners walk over concrete and stony ground often enough. Natural wear and tear takes care of everything. And if there is no bone-related malposition, a corrective cut is not necessary either. However, in order to use the effect of Maglocks, the equivalent of horseshoes cannot be avoided. This hoof work can easily be done by the Beastmen. One should avoid walking around in swampy areas for too long to prevent rotting. But these are only very minor problems. In general, hooves are a useful mutation when it comes to specialised activities." He looks up and stares unfocused into the middle ground for a few seconds. Then mutters, "Note in private log: test at central tower. Astartes barefoot vs Savona. Climbing speed." With that, he bends fully over his work again, seeming to have forgotten Saqqara's presence. The latter waits a few more seconds, then shrugs his shoulders and leaves the lab. The entertainment programme for today seems to be over.

#Warhammer #Ask post #Roleplay #Hooves #Fabius bile #Saqqara #Slaanesh

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cryptidofthekeys · 1 year

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Pizza Tower, huh? I don’t know anything about it, but the characters seem really cool. I like that The Noise character is based of the Domino’s Noid. The Noid is a big favorite, so it made me smile when I found out about this. Still don’t know much about Fake Peppino though. Would you mind telling me more about him?

I think The Noise is very scrunkly, I've seen images bout Domino's Noid but other than that I have,, no idea anything about the creacher (my first reaction to him was O H... WH...WHAT IS THAT... B E A S T?)

Also honestly,, I saw a bit of Pizza Tower before, didn't expect to get into it at all,, but then I saw Fake Peppino and just INSTANTANEOUSLY b o o m- bc of course,, my dumbass would grow attached to that

fjgkdlgfjdfls I gotta put a read more on this

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Honestly? I'll spare you from me gushing about Feppino (I call him Fakey, Feppi, or Feppino) ...if I don't do this and I start gushing about- I'm sorry in advance but all I know in his canon is just that,, he's a clone of Peppino

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He VERY much seems to wanna act like him in every way possible, copying him as much as he can ...But also VERY much failing to copy any sorta humanity, I mean considering he speaks backwards and just what kind of amalgamation he CAN turn into (via the chase sequence)

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he's not... The best at imitating humans ...Although I do love the irony in the motto one of his signs has 'Nothing Compares' gotta love the irony of that being attached to a clone

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Honestly,, I see two different sides of Feppi's portrayal fgjkdjfds I've seen people make him the most fucking terrifying thing you've ever seen or could see, body horror galore, abomination that by all means SHOULD N O T exist but does

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and then, hehehe b-big froggie <3 just a silly goofy funky guy who honestly doesn't seem to mean any genuine harm, he's just happy to be here tbh

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me personally I am BOTH sides- I think he can be both the most horrifying abomination and also just a silly big guy- SOMETIMES he just gets in a silly goofy mood! fgkdjgdkfs I fucking adore Feppino thoughu v much,, he uh... actually He's one of my comfort characters ngl gfkdjgdfls

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I have noticed some interesting things about ''his'' restaurant in the canon game- I remember the sign saying 'Bruno's Pizza' which honestly makes me curious,, was it just a clone that was made to resemble Peppino's likeness in the first place?

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Was Bruno just some dude who owned the restaurant and Feppino kinda... ya know, came and took over

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Was H E Bruno who got turned into a fucking horrifying amalgamation of a being that's now trying to impersonate Peppino? ...Me personally- ngl,, while I like everyone's theories n shit on Feppi about being Bruno

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I kinda just like the thought of Feppino n o t being created by Pizzahead (...I think that was his name,, you'd think I could remember a clown themed character's name oofy) or anything like that- I like the thought of him just existing in general

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like,, he was just a fucking creature who saw Peppino first more than likely and decided t h i s... This is the form I'll take <3 like he is just some weird,, monstrous creature (eldritch horror, alien, whatever) who is incredibly fascinated with humans (like with p much EVERYTHING they do) he found a form he liked, and now it wants to p much just imitate humans, specifically Peppino

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But that's uh besides the point fgjdkjfsk the short version of this is just: hehe Fake Peppino is just a silly goofy big guy

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I guess for my OWN cents added in,, I usually use He/It pronouns on Feppino, and also legit gfjkdhgdfks ngl I have like- well one: Crossover with Spooky Month bc I looked at this creachur and said hm,, CC would like this dude-

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and 2: Literally have a fuckin,, Pizza Tower OC that I put with him (it's an AU branching off from the canon for said OC fjdkjghdfskd)

#Chase Answers #thank you my anonymous friend <3 #fake peppino #only gonna tag that bc i dont wanna spAm tag #idk I like the thought of it just being like 'no one created it' it simply exists when it should not #it just has always existed without the aid of Pizzahead (even tho it probs makes no sense) and just happened #to like- see Peppino and said ... h m... I like this one <3 my form now

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marixadxo · 10 months

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A Warriors Embrace: Part |

As you walked into your new quarters, you saw a familiar face sitting in one of the 3 beds. "Luna!" You sprung over and hugged her. Luna looked up in surprise but hugged you back, "Y/N! It's been forever girlie!" She said in her hard country accent. Luna was middle-eastern with tanned skin and black hair with blue dyed ends. "I can't believe that we're in the same barracks!" Luna gushed pushing you out the hug but holding your hands as her bright hazel eyes sparkled with joy.

Before you could reply another set of arms wrapped around you from behind. You gasped getting ready to elbow whoever it was only to hear a familiar laugh. "Ha! She hasn't changed one bit now has she?" The voice asked. It was Fiona. You stood between your friends Luna Fazio and Fiona Hernandez. "Looks like we all share a room eh?" Fiona asked. You and Luna noded as the 3 of you squealed.

Few moments later, a tall male figure stood in the door. " What are you all squelin bout in here?" He spoke. His tone raspy and strong. "Nothing....sir?" You questioned as you tilted your head towards the man. He stood up from leaning on the door and spoke. "The name is Captain Price. You 3 will Address me as Captain." Price introduced himself. Fiona, being the trouble maker she was, laughed. "Haha! Call you Captain? Plus, what kind of name is Price? Not like you'd be in the military if your made of money!?" She joked. You, Luna and Price glared at her. "So, I take it your a jokester hm?" He asked. Fiona noded, wiping a tear from her eyes.

"You'll be assigned to lieutenant Ghost. Maybe then you'll learn to respect your commanding officers." Price said sternly. Fiona's face went pale. "D...did you j..just say... Lieutenant....Ghost?" She stumbled. You turned to Fiona. "You dumbass, we told you'd probably get sent to a No-laugh tolerance Commander." You said to her.

You turned to Captain Price, as he was twirling his mustache around his finger as a he was looking you up and down. "Who might you be solider?" He asked now looking you in the eye. You bowed "I'm Y/N sir, I am a subordinate Rookie." You replied. "And the purple haired one?" He asked, his head lifted towards Luna. "I'm Luna sir!" She bowed her head down. He turned his head back to you. "You'll be on my squad kiddo. If you'd like?" He asked you and Luna.

You gave a surprised look, so did Luna. "O...oh! Thank you for the offer sir!" You said bowing your head again. He walked over to you and lifted your head up to face him, with his finger. "I see determined young women in here. You'll both do good on my squad. All you have to do is prove it." He said as he backed up and headed towards the door.

"I'll see you 3 in the training area in the morning." He said, saluting to you all. He glanced at you, "Let's hope you prove your worth to the rest of the team." He smiled as he walked away. Fiona was still stunned and Luna was Bursting like a bee. "I can't wait for our first official day!" She squealed. You on the other hand had mixed feelings. From Price lifting your head, to the sudden join invitation, your heart fluttered a bit, knowing someone besides your friends and family saw your potential. "Yea....so am I!" You replied turning back to Luna and Fiona.

#cod x reader #ao3 writer #x reader #writers on tumblr #task force 141 #f!reader #captain price #cod #cod price #codmw2 #price x reader

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afklancelot · 11 months

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List of SCP articles I actually like

title self explanatory. list will be out of order.

SCP-4558: one of my first favorites when I first visited the site. a good skip with an interesting story, including one of my favorite GoIs (Fifthism). while I recently started getting bored of format screws on the site, 4558 will allways have a special place in my heart.

SCP-4246: if a story portrays the ocean as an eldritch place, it's a good skip. helps that it actually has an academic feel to it, unlike more narrative skips lately. even the twist at the very end fits because ocean creatures are Like That. very beautiful very powerful.

SCP-4319: by girls for girls!! this skip is terrifying in a way more grounded in reality (group that pretends they're for "girl power" when they're actually trying to force girls into their own image). the format screw definitely helps convey the horrors of the site taking over the girls too.

SCP-6624: in general articles bout Alagadda are cool and at worst simply average, but 6624 is really good. helps that it kinda touches on the Four Lords of Alagadda through the music experiments. it also feels like historical documentation, just like 4246 (fun fact: they're both by the same author, called Metaphysician. recommend you check them out).

SCP-6007: ok i'll be honest, this one's on the list more from spite. as in, i dislike 6000, 6001, and 6500 so much that they automatically bumped up 6007 up in terms of liking it. weird i know. that said, 6007 had interesting characters and actually portrayed the horrors of nature pretty simple, yet it was pretty effective.

SCP-7027: surprise! another skip by Metaphysician! this one was made at the beginning of the anthology hub, and it was a strong start that made me hopeful that it would deliver all the way (it did not, but there were some good bits here and there). emptiness as horror is my favorite trope in horror, and the way it combined emptiness, nihilism, and buddhist ideas fucks pretty hard and reminds me of the HARBINGER II series (see below).

SCPs 6270 to 6279: HARBINGER II skips are all so good. while they're all considered separate from each other, they share one common theme: harbingers and holes, the latter either being literal or figurative, like a nothingness where surrounded by something...ness. because it reminds me of house of leaves, it automatically became one of my favorites. even some of the more weaker ones like 6273, 6277, and 6278 are still decent, if not my taste. notable favorites include 6270 (the description of the anomalous illness was interesting), 6272 (simple yet effective, especially the ending), 6274 (ending was eh, but everything else leading up to it was good, what with the idea of even ghosts not being safe from the entity), 6275 (surreal and terrifying, while also acting a bit as a commentary to ""funni"" skips), and 6276 (has a bit of technobabble, but it was interesting, especially the ending).

SCP-1302-JP: this one's simple: it's a ferris wheel that is so slow it takes triple-digit years for one revolution. the description of those trapped within the capsules are chilling, and there are Implications, for those with a good eye.

SCP-5485: i remember making a post where i said that unneeded [citation needed] in articles is one of my favorite types of humor, and this skip delivers on this while also being unsettling. combining HANSARP (a Dadaist version of AWCY) and the ocean is a brilliant idea.

SCP-3009: i already gushed about this skip in a previous post. no need to say more beyond it being a simple yet compelling story, especially with the companion tales.

SCP-7100: this skip has a format screw that's actually interesting AND makes sense- it acts as a tutorial for documenting an SCP (both in-universe and out) while also telling a good story within. the punchline also fits, which is a rare compliment these days for modern skips. i've said this before and i'll say it again: 7100 should have won 7k con.

SCP-6230: this skip documents how abandoned SCP facilities will suddenly generate new interior spaces, and if that doesn't remind you of House of Leaves, you clearly have not been on my blog long enough. juxtaposing the main clinical documentation with the more prose-y feel of SCP-001 helps create a sense of eerie suspense on wtf the skip is, something the backrooms wikis wishes they could accomplish. honestly the skip could've been just endless descriptions of the generated interior spaces and i would still put it on this list.

#scp #scp foundation #surprise! another positive post bout scps!#may or may not go back to criticizing tomorrow but know i do this outta love #and maybe disappointment but thats secondary

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westanallthegays · 2 years

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Writing 101 with your favorite queer (EDITED)

Writing is h a r d .

If you think writing is easy, then I'm going to ask you if you've ever WRITTEN A STORY BEFORE because clearly, you're oblivious af.

Writing isn't just w r i t i n g a s t o r y, it's late nights trying to figure out how the fuck to write this moment, it's sleep deprivation to puzzle this character over, it's scribbling ideas down, it's questioning whether your writing is GOOD or not and whether anyone would actually want to read it, it's staring at your google doc or word doc and thinking, "Is this worth it? Maybe I should just quit ahead of time."

It's so many things, but it's not fucking EASY.

Which is why I'm writing this post for y'all. Let's be clear, I don't know everything about writing. I'm in progress, still trying to figure shit out, but I thought I might share what I've learned with you through a very, very painful process.

So ✨here we go✨

One of the things about writing is that everyone has different methods. Here's mine. Use it or not. It's up to you.

I know a lot of people who don't plan their writing out are gonna be screaming at me, but I've found out that having at least a basic plan, if not the simplest plan EVER formed by just a few bullet points really helps.

I'll give you an example (which is miraculous themed because I'm pretty sure everyone at least KNOWS what miraculous is)

Marinette goes to school

Alya gushes to her about this "cool new girl" that has arrived

Marinette reaches school and discovers the new girl is Lila Rossi

shenanigans ensue. Adrien is the only one who isn't clueless. Lie la is a bitch, as usual (what is new?)

Okay, this example was pretty crappy, but you get the idea. It doesn't even have to be an exact copy of what's gonna happen in your story, just the general idea and a few more plot points. Doing this when I'm bored, whether in my sketchbook or on a google doc, really helps. For one, I can just write down a bunch of shitty ideas and later go through them and decide which ones are the least crappy to put in my fanfic.

I'm a planning person, but I don't go super crazy when planning out a chapter. I've heard of some people creating the most intricate plans EVER for their story, and well, sorry, but that just DOESN'T work for me. This method is a lot more simpler, and it's not totally crazy.

(hopefully)

Also, if you're writing a story based on a tv show or book series(*cough percy jackson *cough) Then I find it INCREDIBLY helpful to write down a list of all of the minor characters i want to include in my story, because let's be real, I'm pretty sure I'd forget after like a day.

And I've read too many stories with only the main characters and there being like one mention of a minor character. (*cough GROVER *cough)

So spare your innocent readers (not really) and use this method.

Welp, that's it! I'm sorry this ran on for so long guys, I had a lot to say and wanted to elaborate on it enough so that it made sense. If you actually read through this shit pile of a post, then TYSM IT REALLY MEANS A LOT.

Stay safe, don't fall into a deep, dark hole of depression that you can't get out of, and I'll see ya later~

EDIT:

Hi guys! It's been a few months since I stepped into the world of tumblr and wrote this post. After that i kinda forgot about tumblr with the existential crisis that is school and basic stress, so ....sorry bout that.

Thank you to the two people who liked this post, it means a lot <3

As usual, your girl is here to give some more tips that i learned over those few months i was incognito.

2. Brain dump, second draft, third draft, fourth draft...

I dont know if yall have heard of the brain dump in writing. I recently found about it when despertely researching ways to improve my crappy writing. Basically, a brain dump is when you take all of your ideas and write them down on paper or a google doc or whatever you use. I thought it was a pretty good idea, but i kind of already told you guys this with my previous tip above.

SO I REMODELED IT YOU'RE WELCOME

MY version is that you do a brain dump but in the form of a really messy, chaotic first draft. Write whatever you want using the ideas you have, and you dont even have to put proper dialouge. I find that i obsesse way too much over dialogue, so with my brain dump, i just leave blank spaces where the dialogue should be and put that in the second draft, which is a much more organized version of the brain dump.

THAT WAY, you can have all of your ideas down and begin to edit them into a slightly better piece of artistic creativity. I haven't tried this out myself, so im not sure how reliable it is. if you want to try this out, drop a comment telling me how it went.

Im pretty sure that's it. There isn't much esle to say, and im sure yall are familar with the "first draft, second draft" concept thingie so i dont have to explain that bit.

Again, sorry about my long absence. I would promise to do this more often, but im pretty sure i wont be able to keep that promise, so . . .

anyways, have a great day and ill see you soon (hopefully!)

#creative writing #writing in general #writing is haaaaaaaaard #your resident queer is dropping facts here listen up #planning is okay sometimes #percy jackson #miraculous ladybug #writing 101 class #i should become a teacher yES IM THAT GOOD SHUT UP

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Bandwidth Addison is wandering along the streets of Cyber City, hands in zir pockets and thinking about nothing much, when ze looks up to see someone familiar in a shop window. Short brown hair and a soft smile stirs a certain memory to life and Ban tilts zir head to the side, mouth pursing in curiosity before a broad smile takes over. She looks a lot more tired than she used to look on stage, but the passing of time can do that, ze supposes. Ban hasn't paid this district a visit in a long while, not since Excel disappeared from zir life, so ze is quite surprised to still find her here.

A few steps later, ze is nudging the shop door open with zir shoulder, stepping inside with a casual nod in the direction of the counter. Everything smells like chocolate, and it's starting to make zir hungry.

"Hey," Ban starts, faltering a bit when the store clerk's gaze meets zirs. Not one bit of recognition lurks there, and ze moves zir hand to rub at the back of zir neck. Ze was going to gush about a lot of things, but doing so would feel a bit strange if she was actually not the person ze thought she was. "I could be mistaken, but... aren't you Tabby? The singer from that band a long time ago?"

It has to be her, right? She looks exactly the same, and if ze's right... well, then ze has every reason to feel as excited as ze feels now. It's not every day you run into your idol, after all.

( @infinite-rp-potential )

The chocolate colored Addison blinks at zir with a blank expression of shock upon hearing the name. Upon closer expectation she looks a bit more different then you remember. Her color is a lot more faded and dull, she honestly looks rather sickly compared to the young teen that used to sing on stage in secret underground performances. The fire that used to light her ablaze seems long dead.

"You're not the first person who's called me that..."

Her voice was still the same though no doubt. A bit more exhausted and a tad raspy but it's most definitely her. There's no mistaking it after hearing her speak.

"The answer is... complicated. It's a yes, but also a no. I got into a really bad accident. Was in a coma for years. Ever since I recovered- I've suffered really bad amnesia, random bouts of crashing then passing out, and loss of energy output. Basically I'm super crippled ha ha... coding all messed up and has massive holes in it. I'm very lucky to be alive. They said I should have died."

She said nervously as she opened a grape flavored overclock energy drink and drank about half of it.

"I don't remember much at all before my accident. Sometimes I get blurry recollections but... it's pretty much gone. They said I'll likely never recover memories. So while I am Tabby- I'm also not. My name is Mocha. Tabby died a long time ago."

Her voice was...melocholic. She tapped on her name tag that had her name on it- which ze must not have noticed till now.

"I'm just a simple chocolate maker now. Would you care for a sample?"

#addison rp #deltarune rp #oc rp #Mocha Speaks🍫#Bandwidth Addison 🔊#Mocha Addison 🍫

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