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Welcome to the Multiverse

The rules are simple: you want to send an ask? Its either me or some blorbo of yours. Its my Multiverse but there are so many fandoms in it. Holy Shit. If you engage in RP with me specifically rember that my entire "thing" is being The Author. I sill have to figure out of what tho (you would think the Foundation would know that. Well guess fucking what.)

To let you get started, here are some of my best posts. Remember that the Ourple ones are KINDA mandatory if you want ANY background on wtf is this blog.

List of my powers / Its the end of the world as you know it (and i did it on purpose) / an admin kicked me off the island lmao / Mental Health Time / You Absolute Buffoons / The Numeron Game / Well thats a thing that happened! / Out of touch: leap yeap / 🅱️usiness / Magnus did nothing wrong, except its steven universe / welcome to the internet, SCP edition / #HALLOLLAH# / AMERICA IS FASCIST HEAVEN BECAUSE FUNNY / Lost Childhoods / please save those poor gay americans / Free Disco Elysco / Bone to the bad / Priting Wrojects / the True Range of my abilities / the fuck's an apocalypse knight anyway? / @punkitt-is-here fucked Geronimo Stilton and i think its a good thing / Alex goes batshit insane and forces everyone to do as he says... again 🙄 / Screaming in a Pattern. / wizardposting: because powerscaling needed fuckign Zeno Dragonballsuper apparently / BEN 10 BUT LANCER? FUCK YEAH! / High Geology / fantasy settings on tumblr are really fucking cool actually / RIFLE. IS. FINE. BUT YOU FUCK UP DESIGN YOU UROD. / i technically claimed ownership of Dr. Bright and Betty from glitchtale do you seriously think im NOT gonna do that for homestuck? / XenasOuch / SCP-8000 contest, OR: WHAT THE ACTUAL FUC- / LEMMINO but like, 8 years ago / Hazbin Hotel: a necessary... something i guess. / research attempt: the wizardposting wine aunt /

Below is who i am, and also the tags you can (and should) search for

Hi, name's Alex.

Born on the first ever day of 2005 and also having aspergers, i am a guy from italy trying to make it impossible for anyone to spend a day without knowing who i am. Also i literally trascend powerscaling so hard the only things that can even put a DENT on me are... decided by me. Welcome to the multiverse i guess.

DNI: people who support genocide, people who tolerate corporate bullshit, racists, and terfs.

The following list is ALL THE TAGS USED TO NAVIGATE THIS BLOG. Seriously. This masterpost is an explaiantion for the "portal hub" i placed in the search bar

Lore Post: sometimes the lore of the multiverse, sometimes my personal life.

Welcome to the multiverse: sometimes MASSIVE textpost telling everyone "oh yeah right, this dude has autism", usually me existing. tHE MAIN TAG.

Alex's Answering Machine: literally my asks

The magical workshop: turns out the wizards of tumblr are the reason the phrase "some of y'all have gotten too comfortable saying stuff without getting punched for it" exist. And its up to my autistic, protagonism-fueled low self-esteem high self-awareness ass to... fix shit up.

Belowstory: undertale but REALLY FUCKED UP: so basically frisk falls down and is greeted by a feminine voice that calls itself chara (it becomes slightly visible after getting out of the ruins) and like the good boi undertale character he is he proceeds to save the world. This entire thing exists because one time I was like "how fucked up OP can a sans be before its My Immortal levels of wtf?" And uh yeah here we are uuuuuuh sans greets you by pointing a .44 magnum at you so thank the head of the guards (papyrus) for saving you. Everyone here is broken and just wants A Fucking Break. Also you gain levels in pacifist because LOVE is Level Of VirtuE. Fuck you lmao

Undertale.exe: so I looked at Camilla Cuevas being an awful person. Then i looked at the beautiful anime that is @jakei95's underverse... then i smushed it all toghether to basically create the perfect AU. Frisk is a pansexual fuccboi that Has Game, Chara is THICC and powerful, Betty is built like a ballerina and is 1000 years old, and Asriel is a Streemur. All of them live in this house far away from the city thats literally a larger version of sans' house. All charachters can legally drink (prepare for Drunk Chara shenanigans where its Betty Glitchtale the drunk one instead) and the only one who (probably) isnt gay is Asriel (even though frisk covets the Dreemur Dong) (one day soldier, one day...). Many chatachters from many AUs sometimes come to visit cause, you know. Its a nice place.

Curseworld: massive writing project of mine which is just "adventure time shaped mass of autism". The world is cursed and fucked over, and everything is colorful. Its also part Owl House because fuck you the magic system is FUCKED here.

Internet friends: basically internet stereotype-shaped people. We have a furry thats normal, a reddit/discord mod that just wants to work in peace, and the protagonist is Just A Guy but a-ha! He has both an xbox an...d ps5 thus fucking over any CAD reference. The last sketch i made was a mr.monopoly shaped guy who really wants youngsters to actually AFFORD shit who is married to a very obvious reference to Meru the succubus. Also i 100% intend to put a gag about mr beast living in an ATM when he isnt making videos

Im looking respectfully: look. Back then tumblr was basically Rule 34 with twitter users. Now its way better at the cost of a fraction of their value. Have fun looking at attactive women!

TOH:NEXT GENERATION: not even @moringmark's comics are safe! Enjoy the adventures of ayzee commented by me... telling everyone that shes STRONG strong. Like holy shit girl inherited will much?

Warhammer 50k: listen. This is just me looking at games workshop and fucking emperors tts and going "fuck that. Heres mine". This is a project where my "shard" assegned to this universe basically copies the imperium because, and im not joking, "the emperor is kind of a baka, but then again tzeentch is a thing so...". Also btw TTS is canon as SHIT. Like fr its all canon. Yes even the shadowsun fling, let kitten rest.

Pluripotent Impotence: an scp canon of mine thats basically "the foundation is so cold and clinical they MASSIVELY misunderstood shit". 6140, 6500, 5500 and 7000 are canon. 2718 and 5000 are in the files but they basically might as well not exist. 3812 is living tech support. 166 is in her early 20s and 239 is 19 and they fuck nasty (theyre also childhood friends. Girl Love i guess~) because fuck you clef love wins especially yuri go snort telekill dust. 2317 loves humans and thins theyre cute and squishy and when its seventh child turned out to be fucking JoyBoy? Yeah get this: he DID condemn the fortune teller that was like "dude your sevent child is one of those prophecy children that are so in vogue these days" but also messed with fate so that her death ended up being the coolest and most inspiring shit ever because he was like "considering the average Evil King story, i might as well just... let this happen! Maybe i can convince my literal offspring to spare me!" And it fucking worked. Also a bunch of shit is canon. @i-am-dado looks like a Kpop star and is somft. Dr Jack bright is my character and mine alone and also elias shaw is there i guess. My OC bangs the first one of these 2 amulet boys on a regular basis and the second one occasionally, dont ask why is there a gay polycule when im straight, there are some things that escape my mind. I have been in SCP for a long time and regardless of me making my account 6/1/2024 (LA BEFANAH) i have been here longer than you believe in. From my perspective it took a year before a 5000 contest was announced, so fcuk yoyu

Earth-ℵ₀: the best way to take care of the DC and Marvel universes is... let an autistic dude fix damages done by money-hungry idiots in hollywood. The joker is unimportant. Dr.Manhattan is Done With This Shit. I made a squad with random charachters i like. Lmao suck on uranium rods UwU

ytposting: (Funkdela Catalogue: Encounter starts playing)

Omni-shit: ben 10 is actually a good series guys, and the reboot is an interesting way of showing what would Ben 10 Classic look like if it was made Now

1% enhancement: basically i look at something and go like "hey what if the charachters were basically part me but not in a Knights of the Apocalypse way"

Tumblr italia: aò sono italiano che cos'altro vi aspettate

components: basically i use tumblr as image hosting. LoL.

Items: images turned undertale items. For reference, i have 2³¹-1 HP and my stats are ATK 100000 and DEF 65535. Yes the attack is a yugioh zexal reference. NOSTALGIA IS PTSD BUT GOOD.

Mungeon Deshi: dunmeshi is a good anime and marcille is italian

Full Nelson Analchemist: if FMA exists in my presence im going to give the 20k mg weed gummy to Truth

Evangelion 4.0: look, hideki anno has gone insane. Every time he makes evangelion as the most brain damaging version of telling someone to go touch grass people inevitably miss the point. I take it upon myself to give the @jakei95 treatment to the poor creatures (also fun fact: KAWOSHIN CANON. THEY KISS ON SCREEN. FUCK YOU AMERICA.)

The hoes are stuck: homestuck. What you thought they were safe from my grasp? 人間 you havent seen sheiße.

Side effects of reading this blog can vary between true insight into the inner workings of the universe and self-defenestration from the top of the burj khalifa.

FeeF the BeeB: minecraft mod bullsheiße

[[Nothing Is Worth The Risk]]: lets just say that sometimes, the multiverse isnt that "cool and good"

Anyways welcome to the multiverse

Do yourself a favour and dont go out without a loaded gun.

#Lore Post #welcome to the multiverse

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niobe-loreley · 2 years

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Hey! I love your series with Sierra Six x reader! Please continue w part 3 ! <3

well, since u asked so anonymously eheh HERE IT IS

(see author's notes far below)

disclaimer: pictures are NOT MINE, but the edited version of it is for the fic. still, credits to the rightful owners and to canva + weheartit. additionally, i am not a subic/zambales native so my apologies for any wrong locations or descriptions or language.

Heaven Is In A Shortcake {iii}

Six x Fem!Reader / Courtland Gentry x Fem!Reader

warnings: occasional swear words. slow burn. fluff. trust issues. culture shock. check word count.

CHAPTER SELECTION is in the✨Masterlist✨ Chapter 2 - why hello there, previous chapter here, look for me in the masterlist Chapter 3 - this is it [next chapter link is posted below for suspense & convenience hehe]

words: 3.3k (N/N) = nickname *Kiara = Claire *Kurt = Court *cover names / reader doesn't know (except you really do know #wreckthe4thwall)

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Eighteen years.. two hundred, sixteen months.. six thousand, five hundred, seventy-four days… That’s how long he’s been a Sierra.

For almost two decades, Court has killed two cemeteries worth of people. He only felt nervous during the first month, and after that, everything was easy.

Except now.

He stays behind you and Claire as the three of you march around the mall. You’re pointing at stores and sharing relevant information about them, Claire is actively listening and asking questions.

In all his Sierra years, Court has never felt as nervous as he is now. He feels so exposed, even though no one is watching the three of you. And the paranoia ceaselessly courses through his nerves.

Are you leading them to your mercenary friends? How are you contacting them? How many knives do you have hidden in your cropped shirt and black joggers? Maybe the knives are in your Chucks.

Court heavily scrutinizes every inch of you, from head to toe. Looking for any wires, holsters, or knife handles— but to no avail.

And then he switches to the other half of his consciousness where he thinks you’re just a civilian— Claire is his top priority, but how can he protect you too? Can you fight? What will you do when you’re held at gunpoint? Will you leave them in the face of danger?

You suddenly cry out. "Ah—!"

Court immediately stops scouring the vicinity. He looks over to find you and Claire stepping towards three women each with their own dogs.

"—May I pet your dogs?" you asks energetically.

Clair is excited. "Me, too?!"

The ladies chuckle. "Sure!"

Court quietly huffs, adjusting the cap on his head, he waits for you and Claire to finish petting the dogs. He glares at you for a second before taking another gander. It's not that he has an entirely bad feeling that something may happen, he just feels anxious for having someone else's company besides Claire.

"Aww, those dogs are too cute!" you coo, reluctantly walking away.

"I don't think you're good for me, (N/N)." Claire breathes out, "You're very vigorous."

"Oh, fuc— fudge!" you stop your tracks, gently gripping Claire's shoulder, you take the paper bag from her. "Kiara, are you okay?"

Court is quick to squat down in front of her. "Is it bad?" he solemnly asks.

She shakes her head. "No... Just need—" she pauses to pull down her facemask, "—to catch my breath."

"Sure?"

"Just another Thursday."

Court decides to trust her words and reassuring smile.

"There's some benches out there." you say, "Lucky that we're near the exit."

Claire suddenly grasps your hand when you're about to lead the way. Court exchanges incredulous looks with you; Claire knows how to be cautious, he's taught her well. But if she's willing to take your hand, then he hopes, for your sake, you won't do anything to hurt her. Rising up, he takes the teen's other hand.

"Want me to piggyback you?" you inquire before he could.

"No, I should walk this off." Claire grins, "Maybe some other time, though."

You laugh. "If I didn't know any better you, you were setting me up for that."

"Not in my original plan, but guilty as charged.."

Court follows your pace as the three of you exit the mall. You guide them through the garden pathway and find a vacant bench. The weather is cloudy, but not enough to induce rain, patches of sunlight successfully streaks through from time to time. You let Claire sit down near the armrest before you take the spot on her right. Court takes a gander before he crouches down in front of Claire.

"Would like some water?" you ask, placing the paper bag on your lap, you open up your pouch. "I have a small bottle here for emergencies."

"It's so tiny," she coughs a laugh. "Are you sure?"

"You're kinda having an emergency, so yeah."

Claire and Court share a look before she nods at you. Even if it's a sealed bottle, there are ways to bypass it, but evidence would show. You open up the bottle and hand it to Claire. Court forces himself not to take the bottle for inspection first, instead he furtively slips a hand in his left pants-pocket, feeling security in the cold steel that brushes against his finger.

"Thanks," Claire returns the bottle after taking a mouthful.

You place the bottle back in your pouch, gently running your palm on Claire's back. "Maybe you should lean back," you say, "Or lie down on the bench."

"Nah, people might stare."

"I'll gouge out their eyes for you."

"Please tell me you're joking."

"I am— slightly. But seriously though, take a gentle breath in.. and then out."

Claire mimics you until she swears she feels her heart is as normal as it can be. "I'm sorry, I got too excited." she sheepishly says.

"Oh, don't be. I should be the one apologizing," you scratch your head, looking down in shame. "It flew over my head that you may get tired easily."

"Maybe we should drive by the hospital before going home." Court suggests.

Claire sighs. "Alright.. but I don't wanna go yet."

"That's okay," Court nods, standing up.

"But the second you're in more pain than before, you and your dad are going to the hospital!" you say in an authoritative voice.

The father-daughter duo stares at you like you've grown another head. "Sorry, too much?" you laugh, reddening. "Though I was a tad bit serious about it."

"You're funny, (N/N)." Claire remarks amusedly.

You flourish your hand with a bow. "I'm glad that I can entertain you, milady. But I was still serious."

Claire snickers. "Okay, okay.."

"My name is (Y/N), by the way.. (N/N) is my nickname when working at the cafe." you disclose chirpily.

"(Y/N)," Claire says slowly, testing it out, she shakes her head, "Nah, I'm sticking with (N/N)."

As you share a laugh with Claire, Court can't help but think how better off the young girl is if she's with someone like you. Someone who can be a strong emotional support while simultaneously being hilarious. Court can only be the latter. He can feel Donald smacking him upside the head for letting such thoughts dwell. Claire may not have a normal life anymore, but Court will make sure she'll have a long one.

He sits on the spot beside you when Claire inquires what else you do besides working at Flour Cake De Liz. You disclose your weekly schedule as though you're talking to an old friend: Monday and Tuesday mornings at the cafe, while on the evenings at the Ril Steak. It's a family restaurant and bar during the day, still the same during the night except it turns into a night club on Wednesdays, Fridays, and Saturdays.

"And on Sundays, I typically man the pharmacy below my apartment. But it's also practically a general goods and merchandise store." you pause, deeply inhaling and exhaling. "Isn't that the most non-heart racing disclosure you've ever heard? I actually wanted to share my ghost stories, but I don't want to be the reason you're sent to the hospital."

Court is surprised.

Claire chuckles, lightly patting you on the arm. "Some other time, then." she says with a broad smile, "Thank you for that, (N/N)."

Court turns away as his astonishment doubles. He doesn't realize your intentions until now; he thinks you're just an eloquent chatterbox, but there's always more than meets the eye. Although, your unpredictability proliferates dread through his nerves immeasurably.

"There's some cotton candy!" you suddenly exclaim, pointing at an incoming vendor strolling through the path. He has to stop when people began crowding him.

"I'll buy some for us!" Claire declares, hopping off the bench.

"You sure?" you asks as you stand up.

"Yup!" she briskly walks away, fishing out her wallet.

"There's no stopping her, huh?" you chuckle, sitting back down.

"You should be more careful.. with Claire, I mean."

Your eyes widen at the girl's father, he's looking at you like you took candy from his baby girl. "I thought I was.. I'm sorry." you cast your gaze down, ashamed.

He shakes his head. "Sorry is not enough when she's fighting for her life in those damn hospital beds."

"I get it, okay?" you tighten your jaw.

"You get it?" he heaves a brow mockingly.

"Yes, I understand. That's why I'm apologizing."

"How would you understand when your life's not the one on the line here?"

“Because someone else is!" you instinctively raise your voice, breathing out a sigh to calm yourself, you soften your volume. But it's blazing with fury as you speak. "You know what.. if you’re so annoyed with me, then you should’ve just told Kiara that you don’t want me hanging out with you two.”

"She didn’t ask me because she knows what I’ll say. She asked you— you should’ve declined her offer.” he proclaims chidingly.

“Have you seen your daughter? She’s charming and lively despite her condition.”

“So, you’re doing this for pity.”

“No, I’m doing this because I have compassion. I’m guessing you don’t have that in your vocabulary, Mr. Dipshit—”

That stung more than Court has anticipated.

“—Better write it on your forehead with permanent marker!”

“Leave, then.. if you’re so mad.”

"I’m not leaving because you’re making me, I’ll leave when Kiara tells me to. But just so you know, I don’t like you anymore."

"Here~ are~ the cotton candies!" Claire skips back to the bench, holding three cotton candies, she halts as she perceives the dark clouds above you and Court's heads. "Is everything all right?"

"Yup!" you beam, rising up like the morning sun, clearing the clouds away. You grab two of the cotton candies and outstretch one to him. "We're all right, right?"

He looks at you for a good five seconds—yes, you counted— and grabs the cotton candy. The stick holding the fluffy sweet is short, it's inevitable for his fingers to brush above yours. But what can be avoided is the blood heating up your cheeks.

You're vexed at him, right? He's looking at you like you're a child, right? And he thinks you're careless with his daughter, right?

That's right— putangina niya!

His daughter doesn't even resemble him. Fortunately, her good looks may have come from her mother.

"Mine tastes like apple!" Claire giggles, sitting beside her dad.

You continue to stand, finding pride that you appear to be towering over him like this. "Mine is," you pause to take a mouthful of the blue threads, "bubblegum!"

Claire turns to Court, who accidentally tears a strip of pink cotton candy instead of biting on a chunk. He pulls on the piece, splitting it into two, and mindfully chews. "Strawberry," he says with a smack of his lips, extending half of the piece to Claire.

She laughs and takes the half, popping it in her mouth. "Strawberry," she nods with a toothy grin.

Court lets a small smile etch on his blank face, and you feel your stomach churn in delight. The way he's gentle towards her is very sweet, it nearly softens your anger at him until you remind yourself that he can be a dickwad. But that's probably due to his overprotectiveness of his daughter.

Maybe he is right about you.. being careless to such a charismatic girl with a frail heart.

Damn— first, he gaslights you, you got angry at him. And now, you're gaslighting yourself.

At least, you're being honest with yourself.. right?

"(N/N)? What's wrong?" Claire asks.

You snap out of your daze. "Huh? What do you mean?"

"You're staring out into space."

"Oh.. sorry. I saw a comet."

Claire snorts and gestures to the bench. You see Court watching you from your peripheral as you plop down beside his daughter, so you secure a respectable space. The three of you decide to eat in silence, you try not to look awkward as you feel like he doesn't want your presence near them anymore.

Maybe that's just a wild assumption. You focus on the way the cotton candy melts at the touch of your tongue, and as you give it a little chew, it feels like you're softly chomping on bubblegum. For a moment, you're a child, thinking about nothing yet everything at once. Like how cotton candy is made, why doesn't it fall apart instantly, what other flavors are good to be cotton candy..

You stop your internal musings when you notice Claire turning to look at you. You lift a curious brow, and she beams at you, so you beam right back. She then whirls to Court and beams at him, he gives his usual tiny smile, which somehow reaches his eyes.

Claire then faces forward, chuckling delightfully. This astonishes and amuses you simultaneously. You exchange looks with Court, who appears just as clueless as you are, but it makes you pft. He looked absolutely perplexed, it's so unnatural from his monotonous demeanor that you can't help stifling a laugh.

After finishing the cotton candies, the three of you throw the sticks in a nearby trashbin. You see Court holding a gum packet, and you ask for one in exchange for four Tic Tacs. He gives you a piece while Claire takes the Tic Tacs. You walk with them through the mall since they parked at the other end.

"This is my stop," you say once you've exited the mall. The heat easily blasts off the coolness in your skin. "See you two around?"

You wanted to ask if they'll come by the cafe tomorrow, but you didn't want to sound too eager. You're starting to like their company, the girl especially, and as for her dad.. he's tolerable to have around.

"You don't want a ride?" Claire asks without warning.

You nearly swallow your gum. "No, I'm fine. Thanks for the offer," you glance at Court. "I'm heading to SM Olongapo. Eliza, the cafe owner, just texted me that Mindy texted her about buying several baking supplies."

"How'd they know you're here?" Court asks, taking a step towards you.

You furrowed your brows. "They saw my IG story—"

"Are we in it, too?" he's now toe to toe with you, towering over you menacingly.

Somehow, you stand your ground. "No," you reply frankly, "Why would I take your pictures without permission? Plus, we're not that close for you to be in my IG Story."

Sure, he looks scary. But his accusative tone irks you too much for you to be frightened.

He narrows his eyes incredulously, searching your own sharp gaze for any falsity. But he only finds fire and a very deep dislike growing towards him.

"Dad," Claire hisses at him.

He steps back, glances around, and grabs her by the arm. "Let's go," he murmurs.

Claire looks at you, ashamed. "I'm very sorry, (N/N)."

You shake your head. "It's okay—"

‘Your dad is just a menacing paranoid, who may think both the government and aliens are after him.’

"—If you still wanna borrow the books, find me in the cafe. Except on Wednesdays, Thursdays, and Sundays."

She nods and gives you a wave. Before you can wave back, she takes her dad's hand and they jog to the parking lot. You don’t wait for them to reach their car, you look at the list that Eliza sent you and begin your trek to the other mall.

If you’re weird, you think that this father-daughter duo is weirder. But mainly the father.

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You sigh as you deadbolt the door, secure the latches, and flick the shutters close. It’s been a long day— a full day. At the start of the working hour, a group of joggers began sweating up the place. You had to open the door and air-freshen the place after they left. They’re a nice bunch, so you gave them each a fruit for dessert. Though three of them are first-time customers, they received an extra apple. The last customers were a group of friends and two couples on a double date, they all left at 22:30— right exactly on closing time.

It’s those busiest days of business. You didn’t even have time to lounge around and play mobile games, you’re gonna have to do your daily tasks as soon as you arrive home. And it nearly made you forget about the pair of customers you’ve been waiting around all day.

“Bye, (N/N)!!”

“Bye-bye!” you wave at Eunice, Troy, and Justin. They’re the afternoon workers on Fridays, but because of the customers ceaselessly piling in, they had to over-extend— fortunately, they’re happy to.

You switch your work shoes for your sneakers, you’ll just get here early tomorrow and clean them. Once you’re done changing into your out-of-work clothes, you look at your copies of TFIOS and Paper Towns tucked in the locker before you shut its door and turn—

“Ay, puta!” you exclaim, jumping back, you place a hand on your chest and wish it can pass through so you can pat your drumming heart. “Ano ba, Miranda Torres?!”

“Mas nagulat ako sa’yo, te!” she pushes herself off the lockers and slaps you on the shoulder, “Ano ba kase nasa isip mo at di mo namalayan andito ako?”

I was more shocked than you, sis! — What was on your mind that you didn’t notice that I’m here?

You sigh. “Wala lang..” There's nothing..

“Luh.. o baka naman sino?” Or maybe it’s someone?

“Hindi.” No.

“Defensive?”

“Offensive.”

Mindy pokes on your arm as you open the backdoor for her. “You can tell me, right?”

“Wala nga kase.” you chuckle, exiting after her, you lock the door.

There’s nothing to tell.

“Wala mo, mukha mo. Buong araw ka kaya tumitingin sa mga bintana o kaya naman tumatambay malapit sa pintuan!”

Nothing your face. You’ve been looking through the windows or even staying near the door!

“May nakilala ka kahapon sa mall?”

You met someone yesterday at the mall?

The father-daughter duo streaks through your mind. “None,” you make a face. “If I did, I would’ve been gushing to you and everyone about him or her.”

Mindy laughs. “True that, though”

“Ano pinag-uusapan niyo?” Muro puts out the cigarette he was using and throws it in the trashbin.

What are you talking about?

“Ba’t ka naninigarilyo?” Why are you smoking?

Muro and Mindy begin arguing as the three of you stroll to the parking lot. You usually tune them out, but right now, you listen to every word to try and forget about the father-daughter duo you’ve been waiting for.

They didn’t show up. It disappoints you for some reason. But you remind yourself that most customers are one-time customers. Sure, this branch of the cafe has over 40 customers with a membership, and even those who aren’t a member still come by from time to time. You know several of those members and non-members, yet you don’t get attached to them.

But that’s because you haven’t spent one afternoon with them and enjoyed their company despite the momentary tensions.

As you start up your moped, you conclude that the father-daughter duo is a one-hit wonder. You mentally chastise yourself for growing attachments towards them when you haven’t even known them for 24 hours. They’ve probably fled the country because of your weirdness and superfluous hospitality.

"No, we're.. we're here indefinitely… I hope."

You hear Kurt’s voice in the back of your head as you drive home. And as you try to lock your memories of the father-daughter duo in a treasure chest, you begin to taste bubblegum cotton candy and watermelon gum on your tongue.

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A/N: so omg? first off, thanks for all the love! i'm absolutely ecstatic that you're all enjoying this ridiculous fic/x-reader of mine HAHAHAHA

second off, i had a chance to pass by Subic Harbor Point. IT WAS LIKE A TOUCH OF DESTINY. but me and my fam went to SM Olongapo instead, which inspired me in having the reader buy those baking supplies (which my ma actually did)

third off, sorry for not updating in a while (⊃｡•́‿•̀｡)⊃ i was away from fri to sun, went to the beach for a last-minute vacay and then IMMEDIATELY i have classes this monday (〒﹏〒) my body still hurts from playing beach v-ball

and lastly, as much as i want to update daily.. i may have to update on either Wednesdays or Thursdays (timezone: PT) but i'll be checking on tumblr often ₍₍ ◝(　ﾟ∀ ﾟ )◟ ⁾⁾

The portal to the next dimension part is this -> Chapter 4

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writing-in-april · 4 years

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Surprise Pretty Boy

Spencer x Female Reader

Summary- You haven’t had sex in a while, because of your job and your infatuation with Spencer Reid. You proposition him for sex and have a big surprise waiting for him.

Warnings- Smut, soft sub Spencer/ dom reader, nipple piercings (female), oral (male receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex.

A/n- this is my first smut, I’m a little nervous to post tbh. This is edited but only a bit and also my requests are open! Some of the formatting is weird too I’m on mobile sorry!

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I needed to fuck the shit out of someone, it’s been too long at this point. I couldn’t even remember the last fuck I had, I think it was 8 months ago at a bar. It didn’t help that I rarely got out of the house because of my job, the BAU never slept so neither did I.

We had just gotten home from a stressful case that almost ended in disaster. All I wanted to do at this point was unwind by having a mind blowing orgasm but there were no men or women in sight. Unless I went for Spencer who I had a massive crush on, he was honestly the reason I stopped getting laid. I just couldn’t get railed by a one night stand without thinking of him, it got too weird and I just wanted the real thing.

I was so desperate tonight that I might shoot my shot, we just happened to be the last ones in the office doing paperwork. My horny mind had been preventing me from being fully productive all day, but I had finally finished my massive stack of reports. Spencer often took on the slack of everyone else when it came to paperwork, something that I’ll never understand, but he did look cute when his eyebrows furrowed in concentration trying to write as fast as he could. God I just wanted to break him. Maybe I would deny him orgasms all night or ride him into the sunset and watch his whimpering face as he begs me to stop after making him cum multiple times.

Spencer has noticed that I was unashamedly staring and he shot me an inquisitive look.

“You ok?” His voice snapped me out of my x-rated daydream.

“Yeah just thinking.”

“About?” He scrunched his nose in typical Spencer fashion. Fuck it, I’ll be honest with him, he was too cute for me to not at least attempt to make a move.

“How much I want to fuck you” I stated bluntly, a look of shock spread across his face.

“Y-you want to w-what?” His voice started to raise a few octaves, getting to that squeaky pitch that made me want him even more.

I slowly sauntered over to his desk chair and swung my legs around him so I was straddling him. His big brown eyes had become as wide as saucers and he started stuttering, his hands betrayed his nervous persona as they immediately sat above my ass.

“I. Want. To. Fuck. You. Spencer” I said with conviction, he gulped hard and sighed deeply mulling over the thoughts racing through his head.

“I-I want y-you to fuc-ck me, can we go back to your place?”

I nodded a yes to him “Only one rule tonight Spencer, I’m in charge. Is that ok with you?” He bobbed his head back in a yes, then we both got our things and raced to the elevator.

I pulled Spencer into my car with a promise of giving him a ride to work tomorrow, and probably broke 50 traffic laws on the ride home.

We both bolted out of the car and stumbled through my doorway in a heated make out session once I finally got the door to open. I pushed him against my closed front door and slipped my tongue into Spencer’s mouth fully dominating the kiss. My arms fully enveloped his larger frame and I started to tug him over to my couch so I could fully enjoy him.My legs swung over his lap straddling him for the second time that night. We continued to make out on the couch like horny teenagers for what felt like bourse until Spencer started to paw at my blouse. I leaned in to start kissing and biting on his collarbone that was peaking out from under his button up. My lips slowly worked their way up the column of his throat and I bit on the shell of his ear, which let me hear a gorgeous moan.

“I have a surprise for you pretty boy” I breathily whispered into his ear as I dragged my palm across his jaw. He let out a gorgeous whine and rutted his hips up into me. He was in for a shock, I had gotten my nipples pierced when I was younger to make them more sensitive. I hope Spencer would appreciate as much as I did.

I slowly peeled my shirt off my figure, I had no bra on and my pierced nipples hardened as the cool air hit them. Spencer’s eyes widened and he let out a little beautiful squeak at the sight.

“You like what you see?” I smirked and batted my eyelashes. All he could do was nod eagerly in response, he greedily leaned forward and almost immediately wrapped his mouth around my nipple. I moaned at the sudden contact and I started to grind on his hard crotch again. His mouth continued to suckle on my bud combined with the hard metal as his other hand came to pinch my other nipple.

Was it possible to orgasm from nipple stimulation? Normally I’d say no, but the way Spencer’s mouth sucked on my bud was getting me off better then most guys with their hand down my pants. Plus the way his bulge was hitting right at my clothed clit was almost enough to push me over the edge. Spencer must have sensed how close I was and snuck one of his hands in my pants. He deftly worked his finger on my clit which pushed me over the cliff.

“Oh my god Spencer” I moaned out as I rode out my first high of the night. His eyes raked over my form in awe, I had no doubt that he was enjoying this just as much as I was.

After I had come down I slowly slid down onto my hard wood floors not really caring for the pain from being on my knees.

“Thank you Spencer, you were such a good boy” Even though I was the one down on my knees I was still in full control.

Spencer’s pupils were blown wide in lust as I undid his belt buckle and pulled his boxers and slacks down all at once.

I bit my lip as I got a good look at what Spencer was packing not to thick but god was it long. I moaned in anticipation of how good the stretch would feel but for now I just wanted my mouth to work its magic.

He was already painfully hard but I wanted to tease him a bit more so I slowly started to move my hand up and down his shaft. I was purposely barely gripping him, I wanted to see how desperate I could make him. His eyes had shut at this point, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he let out a breathy moan.

“Please do something” he gasped out, so I slowly leaned forward and took his head in my mouth but I still barely gave him the relief he was looking for. He hadn’t begged enough yet.

He tried to apply pressure on my head, I grabbed his hands and pinned them to the couch.

“Holy shit y/n please!” His raspy voice was raised to an octave I didn’t think was possible. So I finally relented taking him back as far as possible into my throat and precum filled my mouth as an indicator of his desire. The sounds that Spencer was making were music to my ears, he moaned loud each time I took him to the back of my throat. I could tell that he was about to cum so I suddenly pulled my mouth off of him with a soft pop.

He whined at the loss of contact, he almost looked like a baby that had gotten his candy taken away.

“Don’t worry baby boy I want you to cum inside me instead. Is that alright with you?” He seemed to enjoy the nickname and bit his lip nodding his head once more.

“Y/n please fuck me.” I loved hearing him beg like the good boy he was. I crawled up into his lap again and slowly sunk down onto his length letting myself feel every ridge of his cock. Spencer moaned the loudest he had all night, which I didn’t even think was possible. His breath was shaky and I could tell it was taking all of his will not to thrust up into me, he was being a good boy by waiting patiently.

Once I adjusted to his length I started to bounce on him making him even more breathless then before. Then Spencer pulled me closer to him and started to play with my nipples again, I could tell he fully appreciated my piercings.

“Your such a good boy Spencer always taking care of me.” I gasped out, my hands wound through his hair and pulled his head back hard. His blissed our state was an amazing sight to see, his mouth was open in a gasp, his eyes were barely open and in a glassy state.

“I’m so close y/n” he whimpers our pitifully

“I’m close to baby boy help me get there with you” My words barely escaped coherently but he understood bringing one of his hands off of my ass to my clit. His large dexterous fingers rubbed tight circles on my clit and suddenly my vision turned white.

After I rode out my high my focus was back on Spencer.My lips sucked beautiful hickies onto his neck that would be a pain to cover up, I honestly didn’t care at this point.

“C’mon baby boy cum for me” I gently coaxed him to his release in a few last hard bounces. His strangled moans accompanied with the ropes he shot into me helped me into another small orgasm that I barely registered was on the brink.

“Holy shit” I gasped out after I had somewhat caught my breath. I started to get up to go to the bathroom, so I’d prevent a UTI when Spencer’s arms wrapped around my frame.

“Stay” he breathlessly whispered.

“I’ll come back and cuddle but I really don’t want a UTI Spencer. You’d be the first one to remind me of that.” He relented and let go, my feet padded through my apartment everything else quiet as I made my way to the bathroom. After I had relieved myself I grabbed a washcloth to clean him up as well. I made my way back to his sleepy form cleaning him up and I let him envelope me again after I was done. We cuddled naked in silence for a while waiting for someone to bring up the awkwardness that would surely come up after a night like this.

I knew that Spencer would never be the one to make the first move, just like with my request to fuck him so I decided to take another leap of faith tonight.

“Spencer”I quietly whispered bringing him out of his thoughts “I don’t think of you as a one night stand or a friends with benefits I truly like you. I-I’d like to go on a date if you want to?” He looked a little surprised also mixed with relief? I couldn’t tell as I waited in bated breath for his answer.

“I’d like that to y/n, I was honestly scared you’d only want this to be a one time thing” he admitted meekly, I basically lunged at him kissing his beautiful lips.

“Round 2?” I asked between kisses

“Only if this time I can be in charge?” He cheekily asked.

“Oh definitely Sir”

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Male vampire x male character - Part Three (nsfw)

Edit which I’m including in all my works after plagiarism and theft has taken place: I do not give my consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted anywhere. They are copyrighted and belong to me.

This is going to be a four-parter, folks! And here's 3866 words of Part Three for you. Angst ahoy, but you know me, ok, so trust me. Here we meet Alec's little brother, and you'll find out why Sebastien was so jumpy and weird about the Twayblade name.

Part One, Part Two

Alec’s ‘one night stand’ with Sebastien turned into a whole month of of ‘one-night-stands’, and culminated in Sebastien asking him to dinner the following weekend - a pattern which repeated itself every weekend after that.

Sure, the sex was probably the most incredible sex that Alec had ever experienced in his entire life, but what he came to enjoy even more was the time they spent over meals and cups of tea in the intervening time, talking about everything from history to politics to video games and books and everything else besides. Sebastien talked about literature a lot, and Alec sketched him and illustrated his conversations while he spoke.

“You could really make something of yourself with talent like that,” Sebastien had murmured once as Alec had doodled a quick rendition of the Victory of Samothrace on the back of a coffee shop receipt one afternoon in the park.

“Meh,” he shrugged without looking up. “I’d like to, but I’ve got a steady job now, you know? I’m not going to throw it all away just because some gallery might take my work and I might make something of a name for myself, you know?”

Sebastien sighed. “Talent is such an overused word, and great art is rarely based on raw talent alone, but with your dedication over the years, you’ve really honed what natural abilities you have into something exceptional, Alec. I think you should make a go of it at least.”

Alec had flushed, and Sebastien had been distracted by the rising colour his cheeks long enough to abandon that train of thought in favour of kissing him silly on a park bench, and Alec hadn’t much minded.

At an Iranian restaurant near Alec’s place one Friday, four weeks after Halloween, Sebastien leaned on his elbow and popped a fragrant and decadent zoolbia into his mouth, and Alec watched, oddly fixated by the way his fingers held the little fried treat. His eyes, dark and warm and inviting, blinked slowly and he offered Alec a slow-dawning smile that stole his breath.

“We should go to the museum again,” Alec he blurted, thinking back three days when they’d spent their lunchtime meandering around the Italian Renaissance gallery together.

“Mmm?” he asked, licking his fingers in a way that made Alec’s jeans tighten and his throat close.

“Yeah,” he croaked. “I mean, I know you’re not sick of me waxing endlessly about quattrocento art just yet…” he said, sipping his delicious cup of tea and trying not to choke on it as Sebastien’s ankle skimmed up his leg beneath the table.

“No,” Sebastien admitted. “You’re right. I’m not.”

With the bill paid by Sebastien this time, after Alec had bought them lunch the previous day, the two of them left the cosy warmth of the restaurant and stepped out into a bitter November night. “Oh fuck it’s cold,” Alec swore immediately, drawing up the collar of his coat.

“You want to head home?” Sebastien asked, a hand on the small of his back.

Unconsciously, Alec leaned into it and smiled up at him. They’d not yet been to Alec’s apartment, and he found himself more and more reluctant to let Sebastien in now that he’d seen the stunning penthouse that he called home. “If you’re sure? I think your wardrobe has more square footage than my entire place though…”

“Alec,” he purred, taking Alec’s hand in his and squeezing his fingers. “I —”

“—You’re freezing,” he commented, interrupting whatever Sebastien had been about to say.

“I don't tend to run hot,” he conceded, “But neither do I feel the cold much. I’d like to see your home, and you have nothing to be embarrassed about.”

He leaned in close and kissed the junction of Alec’s jaw and neck for a moment, his lips lingering, tongue just lapping at his skin and sending shivers down Alec’s whole body, shorting out his brain for a heartbeat or six. Sebastien raked his teeth over Alec’s pounding pulse point and he went still, frozen in a paroxysm of pleasure and, oddly, a strange thrill of fear he couldn’t quite place. Instead of pulling away when he recovered himself, however, he tilted his head further to one side, offering himself to Sebastien’s mouth, and the other man moaned decadently, deepening his attentions.

Sebastien’s hands found Alec’s belt and he tugged him sharply closer so that their hips met. Alec tried not to grind himself against Sebastien — they were still on a public street for goodness’ sake — but desire was washing through him in pulsing waves and it was becoming harder and harder to think rationally. That wasn’t the only thing that was becoming hard either, and he let out a harsh grunt before forcing himself to step back with a sheepish grin.

When he looked up at Sebastien, he found that the slightly taller man had frozen and was breathing hard, eyes closed, lips pursed together as though restraining himself from something.

“You ok?”

“Fine,” Sebastien hissed, still not opening his eyes.

Alec frowned. Sebastien looked like he was in pain of all things. “You sure? You look —”

“I’m fine!” he snapped through a clenched jaw. “Let’s go. You’re right. It is cold.”

The short walk to Alec’s apartment passed in tense silence, with Sebastien keeping his eyes locked downwards on the pavement, though he did deign to hold Alec’s hand. He couldn’t help wondering if perhaps he’d pushed things too far in public, given how proper Sebastien tended to be, but then again, Sebastien was the one who had deepened the gesture by practically mauling at his neck for three minutes straight back then.

Alec’s apartment building wasn’t fancy at all, and it certainly didn’t have a doorman, and once they’d stumbled in through the hallway with the busted light fitting in the ceiling, Alec smashed the elevator call button only to find it dull and non-responsive. “Damn,” he cursed. “Out of order again. Stairs?”

“If needs be,” Sebastien said with a gracious smile.

“This would never happen over at Buckingham Palace,” he quipped back, and Sebastien cracked a smile at Alec’s silly nickname for his apartment block.

“Exercise will shake all that dinner down,” he conceded.

Alec twitched his eyebrows in agreement and held the door open to the stairwell for him. As he passed by in the confined space, Sebastien stopped and leaned in, taking Alec’s jaw in his cool hands and kissing him gently, reverently, on the lips.

“I’m sorry,” he breathed. “I was rude back then.”

Alec shrugged, feeling awkward at the sheer, heartfelt tenderness in the gesture.

“I got carried away. It won’t happen again.”

“I like it when you’re rougher with me,” he smirked. “You should know that after a month of fucking me senseless.”

As if Alec’s words had hit him like a sledgehammer to the nuts, Sebastien rolled his eyes and grimaced, but he did laugh. “You do seem to like a firm hand, granted,” he said. “Let’s get upstairs shall we? Before I take you right here, and I’m not sure how sanitary this situation is…”

Alec needed no more encouragement, and he didn’t even get to give Sebastien the fleeting, one-minute tour of his tiny flat before the man was on him, kissing him blind and backing him into a wall hard enough to knock the wind from him. Sebastien came alive in moments like that, when he could kiss him and lavish attention on Alec, and the latter was not about to stop him.

It wasn’t long before Sebastien’s wandering lips found Alec’s neck again, and as Alec gasped, fists balled into Sebastien’s shirt collar, he felt the sharp prick of teeth quickly followed by the generous suck of a love bite in the making. His knees went weak and he nearly staggered as a huge rush of endorphins swam through his mind, leaving him limp and wobbly all over. Well, almost everywhere.

“I want you,” he gasped, and Sebastien lost no time in locating the tiny bedroom and tossing him onto the bed, stripping them both with startlingly attractive efficiency. Alec barely managed to yank a bottle of lube and a box of condoms from his top drawer before Sebastien was spreading his legs and laving his tongue up over the curve of his balls.

“Oh fuck me,” Alec exclaimed as Sebastien’s slick finger slid into him and he hissed at the intrusion. A moment later, he was lying with his head flung back into the pillows while Sebastien slid a second inside him and began to do just that with his fingers until Alec was finally ready — and more than desperate — for Sebastien’s cock.

Sebastien had a beautiful body, all lean, corded muscle and slender lines, and as he got more and more aroused, his deep olive skin seemed to glow almost supernaturally. He was perfection incarnate. Bernini couldn’t have carved him, even if he’d been given a lifetime to try. Alec was no Bernini but he’d still love to sculpt him.

Sebastien chuckled sweetly and crooked his finger, sending a jolt of searing pleasure through Alec so hard his vision whited out for a moment and his back arched. “I’m flattered,” Sebastien murmured, placing open-mouthed, messy kisses down Alec’s leg as he spontaneously bent that knee up.

“Shit, I said that out loud…” he laughed, still vague and giddy with the sensations sparking under his skin.

“Mmm,” he smiled, lowering his face to Alec’s inner thigh and kissing fervently all up his leg to the crease of his thigh and hips before smoothing his leg back down onto the bed. His breath fanned out across Alec’s sensitive skin and he quivered and bucked, causing Sebastien’s curled finger to brush his prostate again and he yelled.

“Please…”

Moments later, Sebastien entered him at last and stilled, allowing him to adjust to the new intrusion.

When he fucked him like this, Sebastien seemed to take on a new energy, becoming something almost more primal, and Alec lived for it. The expression on his face as he closed his eyes and simply enjoyed the heat of Alec’s body closing around him, taking him, drawing him in, was something he would never get used to, no matter how many times it happened. He was certain of it.

“You’re so tight,” Sebastien grunted, easily shifting Alec’s hips up a degree or two and adjusting his own angle so that he could thrust into his prostrate with every stroke.

Alec’s words failed him as immense pleasure ripped through him, building and building. “You’re gonna make me come if you keep that up,” he barely managed to grunt as Sebastien somehow picked up the pace and began to pound into him with renewed vigour. The man seemed utterly devoted to Alec’s pleasure, as if it was the only thing driving him.

With an utterly inhuman snarl, Sebastien opened his mouth and whispered, “Come for me.”

The sheer weight of command in his voice tore through Alec and he came instantly, untouched, painting his torso with ropes of his release and wrenching Sebastien’s own orgasm from him by sheer force a second after.

Sebastien curled forwards with a hiss, hips spasming as he released, and his lips found Alec’s neck again, and then his collarbone. In the daze of his own peak, Alec thought he saw a flash of red in Sebastien’s eyes again, but he was out of sight too quickly for him to believe what he’d seen. Instead, he found Sebastien kissing his hammering pulse while he finished. Finally going still, Sebastien slumped atop him, breathing hard, his white-blond hair spilling everywhere and tickling Alec’s stubble. He was too tired to care though.

When he woke, hours later, he realised groggily that it must be the middle of the night. Sebastien was curled up beside him, obviously having found the tiny bathroom to clean up, and he was now spread out beside him on his small, lumpy mattress as if this were a palace and he a prince, not some tiny, shitty apartment in the rough bit of town.

Something about the way Sebastien slept still freaked Alec the fuck out. He didn’t seem to be breathing, and when he had laid his palm on Sebastien’s chest on their first night together, the man had gasped and jolted awake like the living dead, sucking in air like he’d been underwater for hours. This time, he refrained from touching him, and instead stared at his inhuman beauty. There wasn’t a mark or scar or freckle on him, and his darkly tanned body spread out over the white sheets like a bronze sculpture arranged in a gallery for the adoration of thousands. And yet he chose Alec to be his only supplicant. Something lurched in his chest and he smiled bashfully, blushing, although there was no one to witness it.

Awake, Sebastien looked maybe thirty, thirty five years old, but asleep, he looked far younger; closer to eighteen or nineteen perhaps, with an innocence around his white-lashed eyes and the natural downward curl of his beautiful lips.

Unable to resist touching him completely, Alec kissed him and rolled over, drawing the duvet up around his ears and sinking back into a deep, dreamless sleep. His whole body felt heavy and satiated in a way he’d never experienced before with anyone. Something clenched in his heart; this felt right somehow.

But nothing is fated to last forever, is it?

Alec stirred groggily, unwillingly, the next morning, becoming aware of a rapid-fire knocking on the apartment door. Grunting, he kicked back the covers and fished for a pair of boxers and a shirt from the floor beside the bed. Sebastien slept on, apparently not having moved at all since the previous evening. Did he have sleep apnoea or something? It was something he’d have to bring up after he’d sorted whatever this was. It wasn’t natural for a man to sleep like that.

Like the dead.

“Alright, alright, I’m coming,” he grumbled, stumbling across the apartment and peering though the peephole in the door. Twitching back in surprise, he opened it. “Theo?”

His little brother’s bright, sunny grin beamed back at him. “Hey bro,” he chuckled jovially, stepping in as if he owned the place and shooting him a cheeky look back over his shoulder. “Brunch?”

“Brunch?” Alec frowned. “Since when do you do ‘brunch’? And since when is it brunchtime anyway?” He glanced at the clock in the kitchen and his eyebrows rose. It was well past eleven o’clock.

“Late night, I see,” Theo snickered, eyeing Sebastien’s shirt which was still on the floor outside the bedroom door, currently ajar from Alec’s hasty exit.

“Shut up.”

Theo’s grin doubled and his blue eyes glittered. Like Alec, he had the unusual combination of dark hair and blue eyes, and like Alec he could be described as ‘roguish’ at times. Now though, it bordered on downright Puckish. Looking not his actual twenty-one years but somewhere closer to sixteen, Theo shook his head.

“Brother mine, when will you —” he snorted but then stopped and his expression fell, shattering from playful to horrified in a heartbeat before he rapidly attempted to cover it by turning towards the bedroom. “Is he still here?” he whispered.

“Yeah, so keep the jokes to a minimum, would you?” Alec snarled. “What did you want anyway?”

But Theo had changed completely. Gone was the ebullient Labrador puppy and instead a tense, alert, wary young man stood before him.

“What the fuck’s wrong?” Alec hissed, heartbeat ticking faster like an over-wound clock.

And Theo spun and then froze as the door to the bedroom opened and Sebastien appeared on the threshold.

Theo’s lip curled into an ugly snarl and Sebastien regraded him steadily, apparently unfazed by the unexpected hostility.

“The younger Twayblade, I assume,” he said with such ice in his usually warm tone that it shook Alec into stunned silence. “Well, this is unexpected.”

“You’re shitting me,” Theo whispered, horror thickening his tone.

Alec blinked and looked from Sebastien to his little brother and back again. Never in all his years of dating men had he felt so uneasy around a family member. “What’s going on…?” he finally croaked.

“That’s what — who — you’re sleeping with?” Theo practically spat out.

Cold, defensive vitriol bubbled up inside him and he might actually have lunged for his brother had Sebastien not crossed the room in three rapid strides and laid a gentle hand on his forearm. “I take my leave,” he said quickly.

“Not so fast, fang-face,” Theo sneered and Sebastien froze. “Get away from my brother.”

“Or what?” Sebastien said in the quietest and steadiest of voices.

“What the fuck is going on!” Alec blurted into the tense silence that followed Sebastien’s taunt.

The other two blinked, and Sebastien sighed. He met Alec’s eye as he asked, “You really didn’t know at all, did you?”

“Know what?” Alec snapped, rage rolling through him. “Do you two know each other or something? What am I missing here?”

“I think this is a family matter that you need to work out between you,” Sebastien said, voice still tinged with frost. “Alec, you know where to reach me if you decide to continue what we’ve shared this past month.” And with that, he turned and walked from the apartment.

“Wait, stop!” Alec yelled after him, but he was gone down the stairwell and Theo was at his side, tugging him back into the apartment. “Fucking explain yourself!” he snapped, rounding on his brother.

“You’d… better sit down.”

“No. Tell me what’s going on. Right now.”

Theo stared him down, meeting blazing sapphire stare with blazing sapphire stare. “Sit. Down.”

The tone of his voice shocked Alec into doing exactly that, and he sank numbly down onto the saggy old couch in the living room without a word.

What followed next was like something from a movie.

“The Twayblades are an ancient family of monster hunters,” Theo said gently. “Father’s not in the military. Well, he is, but it’s not a normal unit or anything. That’s just a cover.”

“And mother?” he asked mechanically, the information-dump that Theo had just heaped upon him not sinking in, but floating like scum on the surface of his churning mind.

“She’s one too. And Ellie.”

“Ellie hunts… monsters?” he asked. “Like… what… the Boogeyman? Bigfoot?” Incredulity made his tone flippant, but something in the calm sincerity of his brother’s eyes told him it was true, no matter how stupid it sounded.

“Dracula…?” Theo added darkly.

“Dracula.” And then the penny dropped. “Wait. ‘Fang-face’. You’re saying you think my boyfriend is a vampire?”

Theo levelled him with a look from where he was leaning against the windowsill, arms folded over his chest in a manner eerily reminiscent of his big brother.

Now as Alec regarded him, he saw the harsh young man that this little kid had become. The puppy fat had melted into a steel jaw and a hard gaze, and his body seemed coiled for action at any moment. He had the body of a soldier, Alec realised with plunging horror. He knew Theo worked out — he was apparently a personal trainer and nutritional coach for celebrities in London, but even that seemed to have been a lie after what he’d just learned. Apparently the Twayblades actually hunted monsters — he and their parents and their older sister Ellie. Alec and Angie had been left out because they were apparently not ‘hunter material’ whatever that meant. Maybe it meant he was a monster fucker instead. He almost laughed.

“Theo, come on… I can’t believe any of this,” Alec said, leaning back into the sofa and pressing the heels of his palms to his aching eyeballs. All he’d wanted to do this morning was to wake up and maybe have Sebastien fuck him into the mattress a few times before breakfast until he was wrung out and softly buzzing like they had every weekend for the last month.

Now he was having some bizarre fairytale forced at him and he was supposed to believe it like it was some kind of sick joke. But he did believe it, and that was what scared him most of all. It wasn’t a joke. Theo showed him videos his father and he had captured on some of their ‘hunts’, exterminating a poltergeist here and eradicating a revenant there, and in the end Theo phoned their father on speaker, opening without preamble, “Dad, Alec’s dating a vampire.”

“Do you have proof?” was their father’s instant, chilling response. No ‘I'm sorry, what did you say, son?’ or ‘What’s all this nonsense?’. No. He went straight to the heart of it. With a stake.

“Just walked past the sucker leaving the flat.”

“Ancient?”

“No, thank goodness. Maybe just a century at most?”

“Can you eliminate him without alerting Alec?” their father asked, at which point Alec’s heart cracked.

He leapt to his feet and blurted, “Fucking what?”

After a heartbeat of silence, their father sighed. “Unfortunate. I had hoped to keep you and Angela out of this.”

“You’re telling me it’s all real?” he asked, goggling at Theo who held the phone out on speaker between them like it was a live grenade. “You’re all insane!”

“Tell me something, son,” his father said flatly. “Have his eyes ever flared red during a moment of passion? Does he seem to fixate on your neck? Do you find yourself willing to do as he wishes without question?”

Theo interjected quickly, “He’s not compelled. His eyes are clear.”

“Well, that’s something at least,” their father scoffed. “Theo, you know what you have to do. Kill it.”

“‘It’?” Alec shot, eyes bulging, and Theo did have the grace to cringe. “Kill it? You’re going to kill him? He’s a lecturer at the university, Theo. You can’t just fucking kill him?!”

“He might be under the guild rules…” Theo said. “He might be a blood bank user, not a live-feeder… I’ll look into it first.”

Alec’s knees turned to water but he kept himself upright through sheer force of will.

“Fine. But don’t hesitate. And don’t make concessions just because Alec might be compromised.”

Theo nodded and hung up without farewell. “Look, Alec,” he grimaced. “I’m… I’m sorry, ok? I didn’t come here to —”

“— to kill my boyfriend?” he growled, taking a step towards his little brother. To his credit, Theo did actually take half a step back in the face of Alec’s confused, hurt, betrayed ire, holding his hand palm-up.

“No. I came here to see if you wanted to grab lunch, but —”

“—Get out.”

“What?”

“Get out!” he roared, jabbing his index finger at the door and pulling out his phone.

Theo surprised him by nodding and leaving, shutting the door behind him with a click and leaving Alec standing in the centre of the living room, chest heaving, phone in hand, ears ringing.

As his brother’s footsteps disappeared down the stairwell, he unlocked his phone and dialled Sebastien’s number.

Three rings in, Sebastien answered.

“It it true?” Alec asked without preamble.

After a long inhale, Sebastien answered. “…Yes.”

Sorry for the cliffie!! More soon, but it’ll hit Patreon first, then Tumblr. Don’t let me forget, either!

Part Four

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I really hope you folks enjoyed this one! Don’t forget to let me know if you did enjoy it by leaving a like and/or reblogging it!

#vampire #vampire boyfriend #exophilia #male vampire #male vampire x male human #male vampire x human #mlm #mlm exophilia

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years

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❛ TWO-TIMING ❜

with Johnny ‘Coco’ Cruz.

Request: Hi could you write a fluffy coco imagine with the prompt „how long are you standing there?“ I thinks it’s number 15 :) Thanks

BY @hoooli13

Warnings: none.

Word count: about 600.

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: to the author.

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“Fuck da' shit”.

Frowning confused as you close the main door, you hear your boyfriend cursing, half in spanish and half in english but with his characteristic strong mexican accent. Continue to your shared room, finding the door almost closed, you stick your head out. Coco is kneeling on the bed, with short pieces of tape on his right forearm. He looks desperate, sitting on his heels. Then, you discover what is happening. He's trying to wrap a gift with red paper. Pulling his hair back with both hands, he snorts out of his mind.

“Look, we ain't fuckin' friends, but you need to fuckin' cooperate”.

A laugh betrays you. Your boyfriend turns at the door, while you open it watching him sitting over the small large box.

“How… How long have you been standing there, mami?”

He sounds disappointed, crossing his arms over his chest, but trying to pretend some normality.

“Not enough”.

Laughing again, you come closer some steps puckering your lips.

“What's that?”

“What's what? I don'ow what you talkin' 'bout”.

“Really?”

“Yeah”.

“So… If I ask you to get up, will you do it?”

“Nah, I'm comfy here, ma'”.

You squint. Coco is almost sweating, maintaining your gaze as much as he can, without blinking. But you know how to play dirty.

“Okay, I will leave you alone, so you can wrap your new bitch's gift”.

Turning around, you can feel him blowing his cool behind you.

“The fuc' you sayin', (Y/N)? Do you think I'm two-timing?”

Giving him the cold shoulder, you cross the hallway to the kitchen to grab a beer. He follows you with heavy and angry steps, carrying in a hand the small box.

“'Am fuckin' talkin' to you”.

“Hm…?” You ask playing dumb, resting your waist against the counter, opening the bottle to have a sip.

Coco gathers what you are doing, after making him take the bait. He frowns at you annoyed, walking closer to you and trying to keep calm. He hates when you play with his head like that, just to make him do whatever you want. Bringing your eyes to the box he is offering to you, while placing the beer by a side to be able to take it.

“What is this?”

“A gift to my only bitc—DON' FUCKIN' PUNCH ME! YOU SAID SO, MA'!” He breaks into laughs because of your hit, holding your waist into his arms.

He kisses your cheek loudly and clingy, waiting for you to open it. And you do it feeling a little nervous, until your eyes can see the content. A small gold medal with the Virgin of Guadalupe engraved on it.

“I ain't a creyente, but I thought that she could protect you when I ain't with you”.

That's so sweet that you can't reply, simply pouting at him, turning under his grip to kiss him. You peck his lips with yours, surrounding his neck with both arms. It's the first time he makes you a gift, and you couldn't ask for anything better.

“Do you like't?” He says somewhat worriedly.

“I love it”. You nod energetically, before grabbing the chain from the box. “Put it on me?”

Coco has a huge and proud smile on his face, taking the jewel from your fingers, so you can tie your hair up in your hand. Feeling the cold gold over your chest, he does the brooch on the back of your neck. Then, your boyfriend has a look of the medal hanging from it.

“I just wan' you to feel and stay safe, mami”.

He hugs you tightly against him, placing a gentle and warm kiss on your forehead, being more calmed than minutes before.

#mayans mc x reader #mayans mc imagine #mayans x reader #johnny coco cruz x reader #johnny coco cruz imagine #coco cruz imagine #coco cruz x reader #coco cruz

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liliesoftherain · 4 years

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Masterlist

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Updated: Feb 19th, 2021

xReader

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Katsuki Bakugou!:

i. My Hero Academia Main 3 Boys x Reader Masterlist: You're finally getting to attend the school of your dreams, meeting great people along the way. You're ready to prove to everyone you have what it takes to become a pro hero. You're not looking for any love, but when does that stop it from finding you on it's own? Reader insert centered around 3 main boys, Todoroki, Bakugou, and Midoriya.

ii. A Knight’s Honor Masterlist: You’re a female squire, the only female training to be a Knight. You are not willing to give up your dreams of Knighthood to become a slave to society to save face. No matter what anyone says, you’ll prove them wrong. You’ll show him who he’s messing with. !ON HIATUS!

iii. Bomber Jacket: Who knew that old bomber jacket of his would lead to this.

iv. “You’re cute when you’re angry”: Request, Prompt 53: “You’re cute when you’re angry.”

v. Something Witchy is going on: Request, Witch Quirk, Prompt 30: “It was you the whole time.”

vi. Something Witchy is Going on II Request, Witch Quirk, Prompts 25. “I got you a present” 41. “Why choose me?”

vii. Undrunk: Request, Older!Au, Prompts 32: “I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you.” 30."It was you the whole time."

viii. Curly Hair is Captivating Request, Bakugou won’t ever admit it but there’s something about you and that hair that drew him in

ix. Second Chances Masterlist: Request, When he watches you marry someone else, he knew he screwed up all those years ago. If only there was something he could do to get you back, if only there was a way... to have a second chance at being yours.

x. Thiccer than a Snicker Request, you may have a great body but that doesn’t mean you’re confident in showing it off, so you hide it. Your boyfriend lets you know that he doesn’t care either way what you wear

xi. For the Love of a Daughter Request, Bakugou loves your guys’ daughter beyond belief, and he never wants to see her hurt. Ever. But when push comes to shove, he’s left remembering every moment he’s ever cried.

xii. No Biggie Request, you’re just too chill and Bakugou is not. He freaks out, and you learned how to shut him up.

xiii. No Biggie Part 2 Request, some headcanons for the dramatic katsuki and his nonchalant partner

xiv. What a Daddy’s Girl Request, this was just a regular morning for your family, with the fussing and glares; your little girl was way too much like her daddy. You loved them both anyway

xv. Who said pickup lines don’t work? Request, Prompts 52. “Can I kiss you right now?” 58. “Are you flirting with me?”

xvi. Say Uncle! Eijirou surely didn’t expect this when coming over to your place for dinner.

xvii. Still Remember-Bakugou POV Request, Part 2 of Still Remember, You still remember how it all happened, and so does Bakugou.

xviii. Ocean Eyes, or Something More? Pirate!AU, Commodore(officer)!Bakugou, Pirate!Fem!Reader, nothing will ever beat the view of your ocean blue, but why do his ruby eyes captivate you so?

xix. Persever Though Forsaken Soulmate!AU, you didn’t want your soulmate--did’t belive that there was such thing as a perfect match and it sucks because yours has been by your side for years

xx. Ground Zero Reads Thirst Tweets Collab, you and Katsuki are both Pro-Heroes, brought onto a film set to read some thirst tweets

xxi. YouTube Challenge! Request, youtube couple relationship, youtube couple challenges, prompts 18. “Have you lost your damn mind?” 43. “Why don’t you kiss me already?” 58. “Are you flirting with me?”

xxii. The Barbarian King Request, Katsuki want to marry you and the only issue? He has to beat you in a fight for you to even think about accpeting his hand

xxiii. It’s an Ordering in Kind of Night Request, Dad!Bakugou, Mom!Reader, bakugou and his brat have cute father/daughter bonding moment--to bad it went south as soon as you walked in, prompt 31 "This is why we can't have nice things"

xxiv. You Got That Right Request, cute cuddles with your boyfriend lead to more than you ever thought, prompts 21. “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?” 47. “Will you marry me?”

xxv. At What Cost? Sparked from a theory youtube video where it says Bakugou is the second holder of OFA, you were a hero... but at what cost?

xxvi. Trust Fall Maybe you took your trust fall exercise a little too far, but at least he didn’t let you fall

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Shoto Todoroki!:

i. Unsettling News: Request, Pro Hero AU!, Prompts 34: ”I feel like I can’t breathe.” 48: ”I’m pregnant.”

ii. Jealous Much?: Request, Prompts 20: “Wait a minute… Are you jealous?” 58: “Are you flirting with me?”

iii. “I want an answer goddammit!”: Request, Pro Hero AU!, HC, Prompt 29: “I want an answer goddammit!”

iv. My Hero Academia Main 3 Boys x Reader Masterlist: You're finally getting to attend the school of your dreams, meeting great people along the way. You're ready to prove to everyone you have what it takes to become a pro hero. You're not looking for any love, but when does that stop it from finding you on it's own? Reader insert centered around 3 main boys, Todoroki, Bakugou, and Midoriya.

v. Second Chances Masterlist: Request, When he watches you marry someone else, he knew he screwed up all those years ago. If only there was something he could do to get you back, if only there was a way... to have a second chance at being yours.

vi. Ice Skating Drabble: Request, ice skating scenario with shy s/o

vii. YouTube Challenge! Request, youtube couple relationship, youtube couple challenges, Prompts 18. “Have you lost your damn mind?” 43. “Why don’t you kiss me already?” 58. “Are you flirting with me?”

vii. Selfish Request, you both want to be selfish, Prompts 1. “Is it possible to love too much?” 33. “I might never get another chance to say this.”

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Izuku Midoriya!:

i. I’m Home: Request, Pro Hero AU!, Prompts 36. “Here. You can have it back.” 52. “Can I kiss you right now?” 54. “We’d make such a cute couple.” 59. “Is that my shirt?”

ii. I’m Obsessed Based on the song ‘Fangs’ by Matt Champion. Izuku contemplates you and recalls the moment he fell in love.

iii. I’m Obsessed Part 2: Request, second part to ‘I’m Obsessed’, can be read alone, Prompt 52: “Can I kiss you right now?”

v. Bittersweet Findings, in that Order Part 1: Request, prompt 20. “Wait a minute... Are you jealous?”

vi. Bittersweet Findings, in that Order Part 2: Request, prompt 20. “Wait a minute... Are you jealous?”

vii. It’s Deku! Request, you’re a single mother raising twin boys, let’s see how that trip to the mall goes.

viii. Second Chances Masterlist: Request, When he watches you marry someone else, he knew he screwed up all those years ago. If only there was something he could do to get you back, if only there was a way... to have a second chance at being yours.

ix. All in the Name of Pranks Request, Prompts 23. “Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while...” 24.”I can’t believe you talked me into this.”

x. Ice Skating Drabble: Request, ice skating scenario with shy s/o

xi. Not Stories After All Mermaid!Au, Adventure!Izuku, Mermaid!Reader, all Izuku wants to do is sketch and take note of the beautiful area around him--he didn’t expect to meet you

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Denki Kaminari!:

i. “It’s not what it looks like...”: Request, HC, Prompt 26: “It’s not what it looks like...”

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Eijiro Kirishima!:

i. “You’re cute when you’re angry.”: Request, Prompt 53: “You’re cute when you’re angry”

ii. Never be the Same: Request, Prompts 4. “Look at me-just breath, okay?” 57. “I can’t stand the thought of losing you.”

iii. Get Fuc-Cleated: Request, Kirishima fawns over his cute soccer player of a girlfriend, only to watch you get hurt during a game

iv. YouTube Challenge! Request, youtube couple relationship, youtube couple challenges, Prompts 18. “Have you lost your damn mind?” 43. “Why don’t you kiss me already?” 58. “Are you flirting with me?”

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Hitoshi Shinsou!:

i. TikTok Queen Materlist: Social Media AU! You’re a normal barista but your heart longs for the title of the queen of TikTok. You post cutesy latte art that has given your channel a lot of followers over the years, but your roommate and friends have long since surpassed you and you are desperate to fix the gap. When your over energetic Tik Tok star of a friend offers you his help, you jump at the chance. Who knew that the challenge you did would get you THIS much attention-and why do you now have an bad boy who is no good for your health trying to force his way into your life? !ON HIATUS!

ii. A Little Lesson Request, Prompt 27. “I don’t owe you an explanation.”

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Dabi!:

i. “I want an answer goddammit!”: Request, HC, Prompt 29: “I want an answer goddammit!”

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Shouta Aizawa!:

i. Let it Out Request, HC, Prompt 4. “Look at me-just breathe, okay?”

ii. His Kids Request, Dad!Aizawa, Daughter!Reader, father/daughter fluff, Aizawa takes you to school to meet the other kids he babysits all day

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Tenya Iida!:

i. Still Remember You still remember how it all happened, discord collab

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achieveandhunt · 4 years

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live typing extra life 2019

warning: this a fucking LONG post. if you plan on reading it all, godspeed.

i typed all of this as it was happening on stream so this gets progressively less coherent as i grow more sleep deprived. prepare yourselves. i may or may not go off topic at some points

larry vehemently vomiting pure malic acid. we’re off to a great start

what the fuck the soggy ass popcorn in that ranch jesus christ

lindsay in the song from AH the musical. i love her so much

jeremy going YAAAAAAY after someone eats a cursed oreo

matt getting AGGRESSIVELY kissed by larry

“this kiss this kiss” before geoff and jack kiss

geoff “i’m from alabama” ramsey

THIS FUCKING RANCH SEGMENT HAS ME GAGGING

jeremy “the alcohol demon the whiskey goblin” dooley

alfredo “you wont believe what the white people did today” diaz

DUSK BOYS DUSK BOYS DUSK BOYS GET THAT DICK ESSENCE

wait why does it sound like wonderwall

they look like characters from the matrix

the speaking parts. make my teeth hurt

in conclusion: they weren’t kidding abt the tight pants

okay everyone get ready for eric soundboard spamming YEAH BABEY

“hi i’m from broadcast and i don’t want to be here” they represent themselves well

also, let’s take a second to appreciate broadcast here!! they have a really tough job and don’t get a ton of credit. lots of love to all of broadcast!!! you guys are awesome

i am: foreseeing problems with this eric sound board

which one is eric?? will the real eric please stand up?? was the real eric the one we found along the way??

“i’m... just really worried that i won’t ever find love-” “i really don’t care”

WHY DO THEY HAVE THAT ON THE SOUNDBOARD (what does that apply to? whatever it is you’re thinking of, but mostly “daddy wants some”)

ooh someone’s about to get a fReE tongue piercing from a pineapple

god dammit i went to the bathroom for thirty seconds and now they’re eating chad’s chest hair

owie the shock collar and belly slap look painful, but drinking natty light from a shoe? that’s a true punishment

“and this roast was brought to you by meundies”

ah yes what better way is there to end a segment than people throwing up

“man action” oh no

THROBERT MULVEINY

K A R B is blind in T W O of her eyes

“my last name is cottagecheese”

I HAVE A PIECE OF METAL SHOVED UP MY A S S

chris has somehow managed to lose 23 years of age and roughly 412 pounds

“just open throat like baby bird” who the fuck is writing this and why is it jeremy

jon. jon you’re breathing in adam’s ass fumes

a summary of this segment: ass and cottage cheese

BARB IS HERE I REPEAT BARB IS HERE

“to fitness” -starts choking-

final fitness coach: tad, here to workout your issues so they can beat you into submission

“will you buy my wet” well i don’t see that on the raffle items

we’re back folks & i’m loving this walk around segment

moonball wall and gavin&michael will soon be reunited can we get an F in the chat

jeremy getting a borderlands tattoo is very on brand

what’s extra life without a little satan

“starvation army, putting lead back into paint, increasing childhood obesity” people in chat: TAKE MY MONEY

chris “i’m doing a different hole” demarais

ah yes. the game we all play in hell: twister

nobody edit chris getting mustard shot down his throat. i’m scarred enough from the original clip

oh fuck. oh god. the mayo. oh god what the fuck is up with the misuse of condiments this year

this just in: a human soul costs roughly $12,700

D̷̯͑̆̈́͝Õ̸̲͎̥̬͈̬̙͕̲G̸̢̧̠͉͚̙̲̙̓̔̀̇S̷̥̀́͆̈́̇̀ ̶̣̞̗͚̬̭̖̦͇̈́̎̈́̿̓̈́͆̒̋D̷̙̟̩̫͉̺̐̊̚Ö̶̥́̋́̓ͅĜ̵̞̌͋̏̉̌̕͝͝S̵̤̹̣̫̮̻͛̍̑̕͝͝ ̷̧̨̞̙̥̟̜͍̉̍̑̏̇̀̾D̴̻̮̩̯͓͉̖͎̘͐̒͋̓̉͝ͅỎ̶̰͓̳̥͑̅͛͊̒͐͊͘̚G̵̩̻̦̥̠̃̔Ş̶̹͚̩̱͖̀͆͘ ̸̢̢͇̻͔̗̺̼͖̱̏̾̔̚D̴̨̨̫̙̃̾̋̾̆̓̓Ớ̷̡͓͎͊G̶̱̣̣̰̝̖̰̗̓͐̐̊͋̀͊̀̕͝Ş̷̩̺̬̖͙̺̟͗̈́͒͗̀̑́́̕͠ ̷̡͈̼̲͈̳̫̺̝̈́̋͌͗̒ͅD̸̨̬̞̪̗̘̄̑͆̿̈́͘͠͝O̸̡̡͇͕̻͎͍͉̅̌͗̄͌̑̉̔͂̎Ḡ̸͙̟̪̞̬̬͕͐̈̏S̶̝̪̼̮̠̜̭̳͖̘̑

urine: to help with aerodynamics

jon: maya, speak! maya: *the smallest arwoo*

today’s mvp: any dog. pick one. no matter which you pick, you’re right

how the fuck did blaine change back from satan so quickly

barb as a cat is... my new sleep paralysis demon

blaine: barbara speak! barbara: climate change is real

#dogsforkids

this just in: extra life killed my wifi

we’re back & kdin is in the business of killing people with spice. she is the spice queen

queue six thousand well-timed 1337 donations

HOLY SHIT THAT’S COLIN FROM WHOSE LINE IS IT ANYWAY

hmm “questionable liquids” is very... questionable

trevor: oh there’s four of them! we all get to join in the Fuckkkk

“what’s your favorite kind of candy” “any meat”

i like pickles and i would rather rip my eyebrows off than drink the juice so i feel for trevor

the only thing worse than drinking apple cider vinegar is shooting it out of your nose

“can you feel the love tonight” “i used to and that’s the problem”

“flubs every word man” damn, really missed the chance to say captain hair

jeremy not being able to intentionally flub his words is so fucking funny

OK BOOMER

wow i can feel my blood pressure spike just watching these shots

Xavier Woods is here and he wants to know if it’s Christmas

miles doesn’t know what a question is

WHERE’S YOUR HAIR

oh no. oh no helping hands is next. everyone clear a splash zone

CHEF MIKE CHEF MIKE CHEF MIKE

miles bossing around chef mike is priceless

“you leave that fucking dough on the floor”

“you wanna slam your hands down on the table” *pizza sauce goes flying everywhere*

HOEDOWN HOEDOWN HOEDOWN jesus why do i keep doing that

“If Colin Mochrie is listening, I’ll see you here next year” OH FUCK YEAH

--- this is when i take a break so my soul can return to my body (aka i have work to turn in. college will never not be a pain in my ass) ---

oh god dammit i missed all of Always Open. fuck college who needs a medical degree

so... we have some very interesting things happening in family feud and i’m not sure if i like any of them

hmm. is now the time to get drunk

oily twist feels very... ominous

what do you mean you don’t remember gandalf having a taser in lord of the rings?

someone in the chat said “big stupid sleeping thing is what my parents called me in high school”

i think i’m blacking out what’s going on i don’t remember the past two hours

ah yes. voldemort and snape having a talk show together sounds exactly like something J.K. Rowling would make a spinoff book or show or porno of

can we just talk about how much shit chris has been doing this year? what a guy. what a dude

“coldy with voldy” actually means getting knocked the fuck out cold because you only got three hours of sleep last night and you don’t want to miss chef mike and lindsay cooking

this snape poem is summarized by one phrase: “that was terrible sit the fuck down” (sorry chris)

“let’s destroy a weasley” enter chad

fucking called it

“you smell poor” i need a caffeine drip

heh the wheel spins are at 69 heh nice

i’m a grown ass woman

welcome to a section called: we torture chad for your entertainment

“who wants us to kill weasley?” *massive cheers from the audience*

“wait weasley step away from the wideshot so i can masturbate to this later”

“i’m not gonna rub my eye mom”

oh they’re really gonna kill chad on stream huh

i felt that chest slap in my soul

i think i felt my own ribs crack

oh fucking

tumblr deleted my thoughts on the fanfic section

alright. fine. brief summary: my teeth are burning

my mom lindsay is on next and i’m so excited but i’m nearing the point of loopiness so things will go downhill dramatically from here

this is my fucking fourth extra life, you would think i’d be smart enough to sleep the night before

LINDSAY LINDSAY LINDSAY THAT’S MY MOM

JEREMY JEREMY JERE- wait a second... did jeremy get taller

oH CHEF MIKE CHEF MIKE CHEF MIKE

i hope Xavier comes back next year because he’s funny as fuck

m y a t t

oh god the mcdonald’s shade i’m rolling

lindsay “who’s the chef here” jones

chef mike mentioned mayo and i involuntarily gagged

chef mike clowning the big mac. i’m crying

he made the right choice with ryan bc i’ve seen his cooking stream(s) and it’s nothing if not great content

i heARD A MICHAEL JONES

“lindsay you haven’t done anything but warm up cookies so far” “yeah and?? you’re welcome”

you know that classic snack. slightly warm oreos

JEREMY THE LIQUOR GOBLIN DOOLEY IS BACK

oh god him screeching across set is making me cry laughing

why does it remind me of trevor’s voice cracks in the one minecraft ep where they’re singing the lion king

the biggest spoon for the smallest shot glass

i just realized we’re not even halfway through yet and i’m scared for the length of this list i’m gonna end up falling asleep involuntarily at some point

lindsay no your teeth are going to errode from that shot in your mouth

well timed leet donation #1829495

this gorden ramsey bit is so fucking good

jack: what do you think of the arugala? matt: i don’t even know what you said

iT’s NoT jUsT tWo CoOkIeS miCHeAL

jeremy and michael just chillin amidst the choas is exactly my demeanor at any party i’ve ever been to

lindsay scores: ryan = 7 because diet coke, matt = still eating lindsay’s meal so it’s a 10, xavier = also still eating it so it’s an 8. total: 25

“deep fry everything but a remote control”

chef mike scores: ryan = 9 for no death, matt = greens are present, words were said, score is 8. xavier = Gourmet Mcdonald’s, food is edible, score is 8. total: 25

oh fuck it’s a tie

now they fight to the death. death = doing as many shots as possible

i think we’re all going to need liver transplants after tonight

no jesus please don’t vomit oh goD oh fUc k please- oh thank god

okay i’m making a part two this is too much

#extra life 2019 #i’m going for full 24 hours this year #rooster teeth #achievement hunter #jeremy dooley #michael jones #lindsay jones #jack pattillo #geoff ramsey #gavin free #ryan haywood #matt bragg #alfredo diaz #trevor collins #fiona nova #i regret everything in my life that has led to this moment

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neversidekick-blog · 5 years

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Flamethrower’s Alleged Harassment

What’s going on?

deadcatwithaflamethrower has suggested she is the victim of a targeted campaign of harassment, and along the way she’s used some antisemitic dogwhistles, which would be problematic on its own, but is especially insidious IMO given the topic of the alleged harassment.

I am positive that I am one of the people she says harassed her, though I maintain I did no such thing.

I’m going to attempt to provide the fullest accounting of these events possible, with the caveat that I simply don’t have copies of a few key pieces of evidence.

If you’re going to follow along, I ask you read all the screenshots and quotations carefully, because the details do matter if you want a complete picture.

The first two sections are background info for those unaware of a few relevant facts. The issue of alleged harassment follows.

Jewish Snape

Flamethrower has written a long, serial HP fic called Of a Linear Circle. In it, Severus Snape is portrayed as Jewish. While his Jewishness is touched upon in multiple chapters across multiple parts of the series, this is how it is introduced:

“I didn’t know you were Jewish.”

Severus rolls his eyes and taps the bridge of his nose. “It isn’t obvious?”

Nizar gives him a baffled look. “What does your nose have to do with it?”

“It’s a…stereotype.” Severus grimaces at Nizar’s continued look of confusion, but he still meets older adults who’ve never heard the word used that way. “Racism.”

“Oh. Idiots,” Nizar mutters. “Besides, if you wanted to see some truly horrific examples of nasal protuberances, you’d find yourself a Viking who’d had their nose broken four or five times.”

I applaud including Jewish characters in fic, even in the case where they are not Jewish in canon. Positive portrayals of Jewish characters should be encouraged throughout fandom.

Picking Snape to be the character from Harry Potter to reframe as Jewish is a complicated choice, because of the vile and enduring antisemitic stereotype relating to Jewish people having large, ugly noses.

Consider the following quote spoken by the Marauder’s Map in POA:

Mr. Moony presents his compliments to Professor Snape, and begs him to keep his abnormally large nose out of other people's business.

Mr. Prongs agrees with Mr. Moony, and would like to add that Professor Snape is an ugly git.

Mr. Padfoot would like to register his astonishment that an idiot like that ever became a professor.

Mr. Wormtail bids Professor Snape good day, and advises him to wash his hair, the slimeball.

Leaning into a stereotype is a difficult choice. It’s not bad, but it should be handled with some thought. IMO you either need to ignore the canon association with Snape’s nose, or you need to deliberately deconstruct it.

Flamethrower did neither. This by itself I would not say is antisemitic, merely clumsy. She went to great efforts to portray Snape’s Jewishness positively, and I honestly applaud that.

But I know I’m not the only person who encountered it and was uncomfortable with the antisemitic stereotype being on display so clumsily. Not that I thought it meant flamethrower or her fic were antisemitic, just that this particular use of a stereotype was uncomfortable.

A Thread about Hebrew

Of a Linear Circle is heavily concerned with linguistics. It features discussions of many languages, including Hebrew. One of those discussions contains an error, a faulty transliteration. This is a minor mistake, and in a fic with so many linguistic discussions, some mistakes would happen for even a true polyglot.

The problem is that when a Jewish fan commented with a polite suggestion of a fix to the error, flamethrower proceeded to Goysplain both Hebrew and the Shoah to her.

It’s not a good look. It’s arrogant and condescending. By itself, though, it’s not antisemitic, just an author being a little too defensive and overbearing. But it’s there, and more than a few Jewish fans noticed it because flamethrower has promoted the fact that Snape is Jewish in this fic.

Where the Harassment Supposedly Begins

At some point, a Jewish fan (who implicitly identifies herself as such later), leaves a comment on the chapter of flamethrower’s fic with the potentially upsetting antisemitic nose stereotype.

The request is for a tag or warning of some kind for the comment, just so it doesn’t take readers by surprise. Perhaps requesting the fic as a whole be tagged with “antisemitism” is a step too far and would seem bizarre, but the gist of the comment is a request for a content warning. Flamethrower could have sorted out a note or a less inflammatory tag if she cared to do so, but she never replied to this comment.

The fact that she didn’t reply to this comment doesn’t matter really. She gets a lot of fic comments, so the idea she missed one or didn’t feel like replying isn’t the issue.

But this comment was left on August 10, and when it received no response for a week, I believe the same fan sent flamethrower an ask on the same topic, which is where the saga of supposed harassment begins.

The Ask

The text of the ask was as follows:

HI! I LEFT YOU A COMMENT RECENTLY ON YOUR FIC OF A LINEAR CIRCLE, BUT I CAN SEE YOU WERE VERY BUSY AND PROBABLY DIDN'T SEE IT. I HOPE YOU DON'T MIND ME ASKING, BUT WOULD YOU MIND TAGGING IT FOR THE ANTISEMITIC HUMOR IN IT? I KNOW IT WAS MEANT IN GOOD FAITH AND YOU HAD A JEWISH FRIEND CONSULT, BUT NOT ALL JEWS ARE COMFORTABLE WITH JOKING ABOUT STEROTYPES, AND FOR THOSE OF US THAT AREN'T, A LITTLE WARNING WOULD BE VERY KIND. THANK YOU!— queried by heatherly84

I consider this fairly innocuous and polite. As I said above, perhaps the reasonable outcome wasn’t the exact tag suggested, or even a tag at all--maybe a note in the intro notes of the chapter warning for it would have sufficed.

But this is how flamethrower responded:

So, because you had a single moment of twinge due to a child character’s self-consciousness regarding their appearance and their religion as they struggle to come to terms with stereotypes they face every day…you want me to add a tag to my fic that will see it immediately black-listed as anti-semitic even though it’s absolutely nothing of the sort.

No. No, I will not.

I am not here to gatekeep your internet experience. If that moment made you uncomfortable, you should a) think about what the character was going through instead of expecting it to be the author being a dick, and b) click your back button.

EDIT: No, wait. I’m not done.

What really gets me here is that you are asking me to tag a scene as anti-Semitic when this underconfident Jewish-born child, already dealing with horrible stereotyping, is promptly reassured by an Adult that there is nothing wrong with his faith or his appearance, and said child shouldn’t put stock into the people doing the stereotyping.

You want me to tag something as Bad that is meant to be enouragement for anyone in that position, a common theme in YA lit.

Are you sure it’s the perceived anti-Semitism that’s the problem, or is it something else entirely?

I saw the ask and flamethrower’s response shortly after it was posted on her tumblr. To say I found the response troubling is an understatement.

Flamethrower condescends to a fan asking, not for any substantive change or edit to the fic, but to a mere content warning.

Flamethrower presumes to tell someone how they must feel about the handling of antisemitic stereotypes in a fic, which would be bullshit even if she didn’t handle this particular antisemitic stereotype so clumsily.

Flamethrower accuses the fan of some secret and malicious motive because she, the author, is overly defensive.

Particularly considering the topic of antisemitism, I found the response wanting, so I decided I should say something.

The Submission

In an attempt to convey to Flamethrower that the concerns about the antisemitic stereotyping of Snape’s nose wasn’t the concern of a single fan, and to try to open a dialogue and point out some other missteps I felt she had made in the general region of Jewish representation in fandom and antisemitism, I decided to send her a submission.

I am an ancient member of fandom from the days of usenet and livejournal, and to be honest I just never got tumblr, so I had to create an account solely for this purpose. I’m sure that makes me sound like a bizarre dinosaur, but it’s the truth. And I created this account and wrote up a submission to flamethrower and sent it in.

Admittedly, my tone was a little sharp in a few places due to very genuine frustration, but as I tried to make clear, I was trying to appeal to her to do better, not simply condemn, and definitely not harass.

The following is the full and exact text of my submission to flamethrower:

I feel that you're being deeply disingenuous. You introduced Snape being a Jew in your fic with the following lines:

“I didn’t know you were Jewish.”

Severus rolls his eyes and taps the bridge of his nose. “It isn’t obvious?”

And a Jewish person rather politely asked you to mark it as referencing antisemitic stereotypes, because holy fuck you made a character whose nose is remarkably large in canon Jewish and leaned into that in. Sure, you followed it with a joke about Viking noses, but that's not the deconstruction you seem to think it is. It's just a handwave that accomplishes nothing.

That, by itself, I could maybe give a pass, but then there's this comment thread: https://archiveofourown.org/comments/113294382 Someone tells you they're Jewish and gives you a bit of helpful advice about a bit of Hebrew linguistics that you have absolutely and totally wrong; it's not something, as you suggest in your replies, that varies with regions. It's universally understood, but you talk over the person whose cultural language you're using as if you know better.

But the part that really crosses the line is that you say the following in your scramble to throw shit against the wall to insist you could be right:

Then there are the parlances common to specific groups that are just fucking GONE because of the Holocaust, and we don't have any way now to know how they might have said certain words.

You Goysplain the Shoah to a Jew.

If you actually care as deeply about positive representations of Jewish characters in fandom as you say you do, maybe listening to actual critiques from actual Jews should be a thing you do, instead of reacting defensively and shutting them down.

Also, please never refer to a person as "Jewish sidekick" again, as you did in that thread. Unpacking the baggage there would take a separate submission. I'm taking the time to write this out, perhaps foolishly, because I hope you're sincere about caring and will actually listen. Shutting down the voices of Jewish people is not a part of portraying Jewishness positively in fandom. I hope you can see that and will listen and do better.

She posted and responded to this. I don’t have a screenshot of her response, nor do I have the full text because of how quickly she deleted it, but I do have a partial quote of her response:

However, you did accuse a Jewish woman by proxy of Goysplaining, which I find incredibly insulting on my best friend’s behalf. (She wants her name left out of it for anxiety reasons, and given how this is probably going to turn into a huffing and puffing Drag Down The Evil Witch Goyim thing, I don’t blame her.)

This bit of rhetorical gymnastics on her part served an interesting and infuriating purpose. I objected to her refusing to listen to actual Jewish fans trying to tell her things on multiple occasions, and I also criticized her use of the “I can’t have done anything wrong, my best friend is Jewish,” defense. Here she doubled down on that defense, essentially saying the person she has referred to on multiple occasions as her “Jewish Sidekick” insulates her from all possible problematic statements re: Jewishness.

The rest of her response was equally inane, but as I can’t quote it directly in her own words, I can’t justify saying more about it.

A Second, Unpublished Ask

As I mentioned above, I’ve never really used Tumblr. The difference between submitting posts and submitting asks confused me. I knew the original request for a content warning tag was an ask and that I’d done a post. I was afraid I should have sent an ask instead.

I was also rereading her response to heatherly84, and I was annoyed that she didn’t get why the joke about Snape’s nose wasn’t okay.

So I sent in an ask before my submission was posted and responded to.

I don’t have the text of my ask, but I give flamethrower permission to post it in full if she chooses. I recall saying two things:

1) In the form of a question, I tried to walk her through understanding why the joke about Snape’s nose could still read as antisemitic.

2) I acknowledged I’d sent the submission, and said I would prefer she respond to it, since it was more detailed.

Perhaps I committed some terrible tumblr faux pas in submitting a post and an ask on the same topic closely together and that constitutes harassment.

I suspect the former is true but the latter is not.

Flamethrower Deletes Posts and Claims Harassment

In a matter of minutes after flamethrower posts my submission and her response, she deletes it. A new post goes up.

I have to assume the combination of two asks and a submission is what she is saying is harassment. You’ve seen the text of one ask and one post, so hopefully you’ll agree one ask was very polite and the post was slightly terse but A) not harassment, B) not an ad hominem attack, C) and a list of reasons why she was wrong to do certain things, not a list of reasons why she as a person was awful. I maintain the unpublished ask is in the same vein, and she is free to publish it in full if she chooses.

Then she begins posting more, and her claims about what she was sent escalate.

Here we have what is called a dogwhistle: she’s not saying evil Jews are conspiring against her to make her look bad. However, in response to criticisms of potentially antisemitic behavior, she falls back on the trope of “devious” Jews in a malicious conspiracy. This is problematic, and I will say flat out it is antisemitic.

She also misrepresents what was going on: Jewish fans asking her to listen to them without being condescending. Jewish fans asking for a single content warning.

I believe at this point I sent either another ask or submission, with the gist being, “If you’re going to post about things I submitted to your tumblr and characterize them a certain way, I would appreciate it if you reposted them so viewers could judge for themselves whether what you’re saying is accurate.”

Continuing to engage was a mistake, clearly.

Her vague posting with the context hidden continued.

And she ends by going full non-sequitur.

She never raised not wanting to attract white supremacists and Nazis as a reason to avoid a warning tag.

She condescended and attacked and told a Jewish fan her reactions were invalid.

If flamethrower cared about Jewish representation in fandom, opposing antisemitism, and Jewish fans, she could have compromised with some sort of warning in some fashion.

Even if she were absolutely opposed to a warning of any kind, she could have not condescended and invalidated the experiences of Jewish fans trying to speak with her.

Even if she couldn’t do that, she could have avoided deleting all context and then going on a posting spree that suggests an evil Jewish conspiracy is harassing her.

The only conclusions I can draw from all of this are as follows:

1) Engaging with flamethrower as a person who cares about Jewish fans is a mistake, because she cares more about presenting herself as an authority on Jewish experiences to non-Jewish fans than she does to listening to any critique, no matter how minor or polite, from a Jewish fan.

2) Flamethrower is happy to oppose antisemitism in the shallowest possible way to pat herself on the back and seek congratulations from others, but the second she’s in conflict with actual Jewish people, she resorts to vague and just barely deniable antisemitism herself.

3) Flamethrower is unable to accept anything she perceives as criticism, no matter how kindly it’s presented, because she’s too invested in presenting herself as the absolute expert on every topic she has passingly researched for a fic. Her defensiveness over a trivial topic is merely odd, but on more serious topics, it becomes problematic.

4) No one has harassed flamethrower, and nothing she is construing as harassment is part of a “setup” or conspiracy.

5) I probably don’t know how to use Tumblr properly.

Edited to Add: What I Think Is a Lie

I have been refreshing flamethrower’s tumblr nearly non-stop since this began, as have several people I know. Unless the offer of a different tag occurred in a private message, I am confident in saying it is a lie, particularly given her instant negative reaction to the very idea as shown above. If screencaps are provided, I will of course retract this and apologize.

#deadcatwithaflamethrower #antisemitism #ofalinearcircle #flamethrower #deadcat

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BnHA Chapter 234: Tomura Flashbacks and Giganto ex Machia

Previously on BnHA: Re-Destro lost his temper and hulked the fuck out and started breaking off Tomura’s fingers like a goddamn Kit-Kat bar. Elsewhere, (1) Twice cloned Toga in order to give her a blood transfusion, unaware that Skeptic was heading their way; (2) Spinner’s quirk of being a Gecko Man was revealed and he attempted to wall-crawl his way over to Hanabata only to be assailed by a bunch of redshirts fired up by Hanabata’s Trumpet quirk; (3) Dabi continued to battle Snoopy Sno-Cone Machine offscreen (I assume); (4) Compress was also probably doing something but who can be sure; (5) Giran was running off to safety with one of the clone Twices, and finally, (6) Gigantomachia Goron-rolled his way towards the action while Slidin’ Go stood there nervously, probably sensing that his number is coming up on the great cosmic roulette wheel. All of this happened two whole weeks ago because the manga was on break last week! But it’s finally back now, so leeeEET’S geeet ready to rrrruuuuUUUUUUUUMMMMMBLE.

Today on BnHA: RD continues to get handsy with Tomura until Tomura starts to disintegrate one of RD’s own fingers to see how he likes it. He does not, in fact, like it, so he flings Tomura away and starts thinking all of these shocked antagonist thoughts about how Tomura is stronger than he expected and his powers are ~awakening~ and blah blah blah. Meanwhile Tomura hops back onto the Flashback Train to Feels City and recalls how AFO gave him his family’s severed hands to make sure he stayed good and pissed!! And he also remembers more about his sister and how much she loved him! And his mom and grandparents who were also super nice and are now fucking dead and it’s a lot! Horikoshi is pretty fucking ruthless! Anyway so RD decides he’d better go all out and wrap this up, but before he can deliver a killing blow, Gigantomachia finally makes his entrance. At the same moment, Tomura finally remembers “everything” (?? ???!?!?), which, holy fucking shit you guys.

(All comments are my unspoiled reactions from my initial readthrough of the chapter. I did a quick edit for grammar and clarity immediately afterward, and added one or two ETAs in the process, but aside from that there are no changes.)

okay so let’s see what gruesome things are in store for our intrepid villains this week

“destroyed memories” oh? come again? you don’t say?? fancy that?? goodness me???

so is this referring to Tomura? or Dabi? if it’s referring to Re-Destro or one of his gang, I swear to god...! nobody cares about your memories RD. you’re a jerk and you suck

lol what the

aww. is this a “real” in-universe children’s book, is that what this is. did all the lil U.A. dumplings read this when they were small. and was there also a similar book called “don’t judge people by their lack of quirks” and if so why did no one read it to lil baby Kacchan hmm

anyway now we’re cutting right back to this unpleasant image! and not only that, but in the two weeks we’ve been gone things have even escalated!

we’re up to two hands being grabbed now! um. he’s really going to need at least one of those? probably?? please don’t Overhaul my deranged villain son fffff

reminder that Tomura needs to touch something with all five fingers in order for his quirk to activate (or he did before at least), so even though he still has... two...? fingers remaining on his left hand, that hand is still effectively useless as far as quirking goes. so if he suffers even the smallest amount of damage to his right hand as well, it’s basically all over for him. unless he actually was using his quirk with his feet in the previous chapter. I’m assuming not because he presumably would have decayed his way all the way down to the center of the earth if that was the case. I think @khorale mentioned this in a comment on my last recap, but yeah, seeing as the ground’s not disintegrating underneath him, it’s safe to say it’s Hands Only here

anyway I got so caught up in being calmly horrified over the current situation that I didn’t even read the dialogue. so RD’s saying that superpowers are linked to personality, and so that “don’t judge people by their quirks” stuff is in fact bullshit

um, source? are you a psychologist? in general I try to take things with a grain of salt when they’re said by pieces of shit, so yeah

fffffffff noooooo Tomura’s face sob Horikoshi you bastard

he looks so freaking young here. okay, shit. I’m starting to think I need to make plans to unwind after I finish reading this chapter. maybe get an Enya playlist in the works. diffuse some essential oils. find some cute baby animal videos

but on the plus side, it’s looking ever more likely that his are indeed the Destroyed Memories in question omg. so I will continue to get hype while also feeling very guilty and stressed

you guys I’m actually really glad RD is feeling like he has the upper hand now, because he’s starting to waste some valuable time monologuing, and with every second he babbles on, Machia is getting closer and closer to whooping some ass

so he’s asking Tomura what he’s trying to create

and well, actually, he’s not really that far off

I mean. does it count as nothing if he wants to destroy the whole world? one could argue that would be “creating” a new world in which everyone is fucking dead. idk. I might have to give RD this one; his whole point of “quirks are linked to personality and you have a quirk that destroys everything you touch so you probably just want to destroy shit” is holding up surprisingly well to scrutiny thus far

yeah so now he’s yelling “YOU ONLY LUST FOR DESTRUCTION! AM I WRONG?!” and nope. but even a broken clock, twice a day, etc.

oh shit OH FUCKING --

um, okay, (1) NO IT’S NOT, SHE WAS A LITTLE GIRL, NONE OF YOUR HANDS BELONGED TO A CHILD YOU GULLIBLE RUBE

and (2) MY FUCKING FEELS. why am I even surprised. what the fuck. I knew more angst was coming and yet it still...

just, god. okay fine Horikoshi I’m a glutton for punishment, please continue then

HAHA SOB IT’S A WHOLE FUCKING FLASHBACK OKAY SURE LAY IT ON ME!!

this really is the wildest shit though you guys. I still can’t get over it. “hello little boy I’m sorry your family is dead but don’t worry I’m adopting you and here are all of their severed hands. with little plugs on the end too or some shit. just, you know. souvenir”

I can’t fucking believe AFO played this so straight. maybe that’s why it worked. it was just so fucking out there that Tenko wound up buying it hook line and sinker. “hmm, seems a bit shady, but then again why else would a strange man I met only yesterday just randomly up and give me a dozen severed hands”

I don’t know if any of this shit is important, but it’s probably good practice to just post every mysterious thing that AFO says

yes you really did a great job healing this guy’s wounded fucking heart, Dr. Phil

oh wow, never fucking mind, even

I see, so that wasn’t meant to be a reassuring “in time you’ll get over it” speech; it was meant to be a cautionary “you’d better surround yourself with reminders of your terrible pain at all times or else you might actually stop feeling fucking miserable and WE CAN’T FUCKING HAVE THAT” speech. holy shit

I’m seriously having trouble wrapping my mind around just how terrible this is. like, it’s nearly impossible to fathom that level of cruelty. this is a four(?)-year-old child. he tracked him down, gave him a quirk that would kill his family*, sat back and watched it happen, and then let him stew in the horror of it all alone until he finally swooped in and claimed him and then raised him with the express purpose of keeping him sad and scared and angry and depressed at all times, all so he would eventually grow up and, with any luck, murder the man that his grandmother thought of as a son!

(*this is just conjecture right now, admittedly, but until I’m proven wrong I’m basically operating under the assumption that it’s true)

just. “fucked up” doesn’t even begin to describe it. god

anyways, let’s continue to read more about young Tenko’s extreme emotional abuse at the hands of the final villain I guess

OMG HANA

okay so I can’t remember where we left off on this last time, but a bunch of people said they suspected that the young Tenko wanted to be a hero when he was a little boy, and that’s why he was always clashing with his dad, because his dad’s own experience with heroes was pretty sour on account of the whole his-mom-gave-him-up-when-he-was-little-and-then-later-died-horribly thing

so yeah, I assume that’s what Hana is referring to here with the whole “I just tell Dad...” bit. so they both wanted to be heroes! how perfectly fucking tragic! great!

Tomuraaaaaa

KEEP IT UP TOMURA YOU CAN DO IT!! YOU CAN REMEMBER! YOU’RE DOING GREAT. aside from the whole “this really big man is killing you slowly” thing

yeah, this whole deal

but aside from that. doing great

OOOOOOOOOH SHIT, THIS MUMMIFIED LITTLE PUNK’S STILL GOT SOME FIGHT LEFT IN HIM YOU GUYS

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

he got him to fling him away! YESSSS TAKE THAT YOU ASSHOLE. FOOL HIM ONCE, FUCKING OUCH, BUT FOOL HIM TWICE, AND LET’S SEE HOW YOU FUCKING LIKE IT YOU BIG WAD

so now Re-Destro is belatedly realizing that Tomura is going through a very weird leveling-up process and taking advantage of the fact that he’s temporarily become the main character of the series and thus possesses all of the narrative powers that come with that venerable distinction

...that he’s the main character? yes

anyways lol there’s some real good crazyface action going on here guys

did Horikoshi take the extra time just so he could devote a little longer to nailing down panels like this because if yes, A+++

SDSKJSODIFHOIESJ

it’s mom!! wow!!

DSLKFAJSLDK ARE WE GETTING BACKSTORY ON THE FUCKING SCARS OMFG I CAN��T THIS IS TOO MUCH

SOB YOU GUYS I’M CAUGHT UP IN THIS WEIRD CROSS BETWEEN BEING HYPED AF AND ALSO CRACKING THE FUCK UP NOW THOUGH, BECAUSE:

ALL OF THIS WAS SO FUCKING BADASS, AND THEN THAT LAST FUCKING PANEL, THOUGH. LMAO WELL HE’S ON THE BRINK OF SOMETHING, BUT WHO CAN EVEN FUCKING SAY WHAT

ANYWAY HE’S ZOOMING TOWARDS RD AND RD’S THINKING “HE’S FAST!” AND YEAH, BITCH, YOU SCARED??

WHAT ARE YOU THE PRESIDENT OF HIS FANCLUB NOW OR WHAT

you guys this is the most I’ve ever liked Re-Destro. there’s something about evil nemesis characters being begrudgingly impressed by their enemies that just pleases me, idk

LJSDFIJWEOF

WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO HIS FACE HE LOOKS LIKE ONE OF THE SCARY TREES FROM SNOW WHITE

OH SHIT YOU GUYS WE’RE BREAKING OUT THE TROPES

so do we get 100% when he goes up against Machia, then? smdh, fucking power levels. well I guess Deku technically uses them too. but still, it’s not something we see in this series too often aside from that

holy shit you guys

honestly, I guess this should be really intimidating or whatever, but all I can think is that it’s about time this guy finally started taking this “pitiable gang of thugs” seriously. even if that does mean Tomura is probably about to fucking die, barring some Giganto ex Machia. that guy really needs to get a move on

oh hey

[RAISES EYEBROW AT GIGANTOMACHIA AND JABS FINGER TOWARDS WRISTWATCH] cut it a little closer next time why don’t you??

(ETA: also I didn’t notice all of Tomura’s other hands being flung away from him by the impact, but whoa. so now he’s just got the Papa Hand left in his pocket, along with whichever hand is grabbing the back of his head. and that’s it. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that his dad is the only remaining family member whose face we still haven’t seen yet. some big reveal coming up with that soon, I bet.)

oh and also guys here’s some more flashbacks. this time with loving grandparents. because Horikoshi just really wants to make sure our emotions are good and churned about

okay guys, Tenko’s very dead flashback!grandma and grandpa telling him not to cry and giving him yummy food so he won’t be sad is pretty much close to the limits of what I can take, angst-wise. I don’t know why this is hitting me so hard! this is hardly my first anime flashback! I should be a pro at this by this point, the fuck is wrong with me

but on the other hand, I think a big part of it is that I’m not just sad about Tomura’s past, but also angry. because none of this is just coincidence; all of it is actually stuff that was done to him very deliberately, and the worst part is he doesn’t even realize it. and so in addition to the usual rush of protective feelings, there’s also this sense of outrage about it all too. and I think that’s the harder part to deal with. here I am, a grown adult, getting really mad over the staggering cruelty of what was done to this fictional character when he was a child. it’s possible there’s some real-life anger and frustration over certain real-life horrific cruelties and injustices that may be bleeding over into this, idk. just, the world is a fucked up place, and my emotional support manga is currently being less than supportive and it’s a struggle sob

anyways sorry about that. meanwhile while I was having a mini breakdown, possibly the most pivotal character development in Tomura’s history was happening and HOLY SHIT THOUGH WAIT UP GUYS

sdfkdsfjwoilkkj BOY!!!!!!!

SOB HOW ARE THERE ONLY TWO PAGES LEFT I’M GONNA CRY THIS CHAPTER WENT BY SO FAST

-- HORIKOSHI WHY ARE YOU CUTTING AWAY FROM THE FLASHBACK OH MY GOD I’M GONNA!!!

FUCK ME, THIS IS WHAT I WAS WAITING FOR SO IMPATIENTLY, SO OF COURSE HORIKOSHI JUST HAD TO FINALLY MAKE IT HAPPEN RIGHT WHEN I WOULD HAVE GIVEN ANYTHING TO NOT CUT AWAY FROM THAT SCENE WE WERE JUST ON. THIS SADISTIC SON OF A...

...hee. but it’s hard to stay mad, though

... :)

:D :D :D

lol what. recall, if you may, that you guys are the ones who basically forced them to come down to your mountain city and kick your asses you dickasaurs

HAHAHAHAHAAA

SDLFKJLSDKFJ AND ALSO OH NOOOOOOOO

OH MY FUCKING GOD. AND THAT’S IT. THAT’S THE FUCKING CHAPTER. WHYYYYY

EAT IT YOU PRICKS, I HOPE GIGANTOMACHIA FLATTENS YOU ALL INTO NEXT WEEK

Tomura looks so freaking sad, you guys. he’s just standing there completely still and he looks like he’s just completely destroyed emotionally

and he said he remembered everything!?! so what the shit am I supposed to do, Horikoshi?? my boy is just standing there with seven fucking fingers and one shoe and so caught up in his sad reverie that he’s seemingly oblivious to the fact that the long-awaited cavalry has finally arrived. kid is maybe 2-3 chapters away from finally triumphing over this bald Disney tree man who talks too much. and not only that, but he’s more than likely going to finally win Gigantomachia’s loyalty in the process. which in turn means he’ll have access to Ujiko and all of his resources

so in short, this boy is minutes away from becoming one of the deadliest and most powerful forces on earth... and I’m pretty sure that right now, at this moment, none of that matters to him one iota

you guys. so what does this mean for future developments?? I’m really going to need him to define “everything” ASAP, for starters. that’s a very vague statement, and its implications could mean the difference between us just having a sadder-than-usual Tomura from this point out, or a Tomura that’s sad but also realizing for the first time that there’s a lot about his past that doesn’t quite add up, or hell, even a Tomura that’s actually out for fucking vengeance against AFO. that last one seems like too big of a jump to happen right away, but dare I at least hope for the second option though? god that would just be the icing on the cake for this fucking perfect arc

now if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to go do some yoga or chant some mantras or something holy shit. this fucking manga

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This all started on Sept 13, 2012 and ended Sept 26, 2012.

The only edits done were adding in who was speaking before each line as it was between asks and then into an actual post.

Anonymous : M!A: You must make out with Roxas or face the consequences. They won't be pleasant.

Xal: Well that’s not happening… mainly because he’s a child compared to me. So no.

Anonymous: Doesn't stop Axel, does it? I'm warning you. The consequences won't affect your person but rather the ones you interact with.

Xal: So you threaten me by threatening others…. I don’t see how this is working to your benefit to do what you ask, Anon….

Anonymous: Forcing you to my will. What else? *smirks* Do I have to go even further to make you give in?

Xal: There’s nothing to give into.

Anonymous : Is that so? *sinks teeth into neck*

Xal: Ow–! -growls- Get off of me!

Anonymous: *moves back* Not until you follow my instructions *bites again*

Xal: I’m not making out with Roxas if that’s what you want me to do. Now get off! -shoves-

Anonymous: No luck until you follow my orders. If you'd like I could bind him up and deliver him to your bed *bites again and draws blood*

Xal: It’s still not going to happen. Ow– Damn it!

Anonymous: Is that so? //draws more blood//

Xal: Yes. Now get off of me you ass. -pushes them away-

Anonymous: *jumps back at, slamming head into wall* You WILL listen to me.

Xal: -growls at as head slams back- No.

Anonymous: //slams head again// Why so eager to protect the boy?

Xal: -grits teeth beginning to see stars- He is a child. There is no need for someone like me to corrupt him. Axel’s here for that.

Anonymous: //another slam// Just do it. I can make this pain a thousand times worse. What damage could you do? He has no innocence left.

Xal: Hehe… then the joke’s on you, isn’t it? -half a grin, with one eye squeezed shut as the other stared back at the anon- There’s still a lot the boy doesn’t know. I’m not going to be the one to teach it to him.

Anonymous: Would you rather it be his idiotic Somebody instead? //slams once more//

Xal: Like I care. It’s just not going to be me. -blood begins to trickle out from his head where he keeps hitting the wall-

Anonymous: You're a persistant fucker, aren't you. *snaps fingers, chains springing from the wall and wrapping around hands* I will break you in the end.

Xal: -pulls against the chains- When I get my hands on you…

Anonymous: See, the problem with that is . . . *slams head again* Your hands are already preoccupied, are they not? *smirks evilly*

Xal: Ugh…. -feels more blood drip from head- shit… -glares and struggles once again- When I do…

Anonymous : Just give in, my dear lancer *strokes cheek* And I'll make all this pain go away.

Xal: -turns head away from hand- I’m not going to corrupt the child.

Anonymous: So obstinate *retrieves switchblade from pocket, flipping open with ease* You're only resigning yourself to more hurt *cuts into shoulder*

Xal: Agh–!! -grinds teeth as the blade cut through fabric and skin and drew blood with ease- Piss off.

Anonymous : *laughs* You're in no power to tell me what to do! *cuts other side*

Xal: -smirks through the pain- I still have the power to decline your request. It’s that simple.

Anonymous: So pain means nothing to you? *cuts in same spot, pushing down to the bones*

Xal: -at the feel of the metal hitting his bone, he fell silent, lips pursed into a thin line holding back the yell that threatened to burst as blood dripped down- … -he waited until he felt he could handle it to speak- Just what… do you gain… from me obeying you…?

Anonymous : "Power. Control. What else?" He shrugged casually. Only his grin was evident on his face, the hoody he wore covering all else, "And the pleasure of seeing such a strong personas yourself under my control."

Xal: “Then I’m afraid that satisfaction will never come to you,” he growled at the figure in front of him. He started to become lightheaded, this wasn’t good. Balling his hands into fists, he tried again, struggling against the chains only to wince at the surge of pain from the arm with the knife still in it. He settled back down against the wall glaring at the Anon.

Anonymous : He smirked. "All talk, no action. How very much unlike my expectations. My, my, Number Three. I must admit I am disappointed." The figure pushed the knife even harder, pulling it around to widen the hole. "Still insist on resisting?"

Xal: “Fuc-” He bit back the end of his curse, body straining to pull away from the knife and the pain that surged through his body. Eyes squeezed shut as the blade made its way around cutting through skin with ease. “For as long as I can,” he muttered lifting a boot and kicked at its stomach.

Anonymous : "Mmph!" Xaldin had managed to land a hit and the hooded figure stumbled backward before lunging forward and cutting the lancer across his chest, the fabric of his coat easily giving way to the blade.

Xal: He winced feeling the blade coming close to skin but not yet cutting. His hands still balled up into fists, he tried with the stronger arm again to break free while keeping an eye on his attacker. “Release me,” he demanded readying for another kick if needed.

Anonymous: "Not a chance! I will hurt you! And nothing can stop me!" The figure growled, launching forward onto Xaldin, knife digging into his chest.

Xal: “Ng–!!” Xaldin lurched forward at the impact, his knee coming up and fighting off the attacker. Ignoring the pain, he brought his other leg up and aimed a kick into the figure’s side sending it flying. He sagged forward supported by his bound hands as more blood bubbled around the knife that was still lodged in him, waiting to burst forward. He stood up carefully, watching the other’s movements with a death glare.

Anonymous [vanitas]: The figure’s hood fell away, revealing blonde hair. Golden eyes glared evilly at Xaldin. “That was a very, very bad move.”

Xal: At the sight of the blond hair Xaldin froze. What— “Roxas… how?”

Vani: He set his face into a grim line, running forward once more. Jumping up again, he latched himself onto Xaldin, one hand grabbing the hilt of the knife while the other dug into the lancer’s shoulder. “Wouldn’t you like to know, Number Three?”

Xal: He bit back a yell as the hand dug into his shoulder, pain blinding him for a moment. An eye cracked open through the pain to glare into the golden eyes. “What- what happened to Roxas?” he managed through gritted teeth.

Vani: “Went away for awhile. But you can play with me!” He smirked, pulling the knife down and through Xaldin’s flesh. Leaning forward, he bit into Xaldin’s neck, twirling his knife as he did so. “You should’ve just given in, you know.”

Xal: As the knife traveled through him his mouth opened in a silent scream. He wasn’t going to give this… this parasite the satisfaction. He pulled at the bindings once again, trying to get out of the damn things to get to the body that was clinging onto his neck. “Get… off!”

Vani: “I think not.” The possessed blonde continued with his work, teeth quickly caused Xaldin’s skin to fall into a mangled mess. “Why?” he asked as he raised his knife to start another stroke, “Should I listen to you?”

Xal: He had no answer to that, just another grunt as he felt more blood come out of him. At this rate he was just going to pass out before he could get out of this situation. He needed to think of something. “Why… would you even do this…?”

Vani: “It was surprisingly easy to take over the Nobody,” he replied, “So weak. So I’m doing the little one a favor- revenge.” He lept off of Xaldin, landing on all fours with cat-like grace. “Power is what he craves and power is what I’ll give him. What I desire … Is your submission.”

Xal: Maybe the blood loss was getting to him or maybe he just wasn’t hearing right. His newest cut bleeding along with the freshly agitated shoulder weren’t helping. The blood was now beginning to collect at his feet slowly. “That’s something you’re not getting,” he managed violet glaring into the gold. “Release the boy.”

Vani: “I’ll cure you if you give in,” he purred, eyes giving Xaldin an enticing look, “You won’t last much longer in this sort of condition, dear lancer. So what’ll it be? More pain? Or will you give in? Me ‘releasing’ Roxas is not an option. After all,” he grinned, “He gave in first.”

Xal: “I don’t think he would have given in so easily…” he said beginning to breathe deeper. His head hung and his purple eyes slowly became unfocused as he stared at the boy. “Roxas is a fighter… I made sure of that.”

Vani: Golden eyes narrowed, eyebrows furrowing. “How?” he demanded, “How did you make sure?”

Xal: “I trained him. No breaks. Work hard and fast. He did well. Really well.” He looked up with a grin. “I’m sure he wouldn’t just roll over for a parasite like you to overtake him.”

Vani: “I see.” His eyes softened into a neutral gaze. “That would explain quite a lot. Including his own anger and hatred- against you all.” He flipped a piece of hair from his face, “Dear me, you are quite the mess. Grinning despite all the bloodshed. You are animal.”

Xal: “You get called something long enough, you get to believe it,” he retorted, grin still on his face. “Roxas can think whatever he wants. All I did was follow orders to teach.” The grin turned into a frown. “Which is why I’m sure he didn’t become overtake by something like you so easily.”

Vani: “You obviously have not understood me in the slightest,” He berated, tsking ever so slightly, “Which is a shame since it means I’ll simply have to reiterate my message and demands. It wasn’t a matter of strength. It was that he wanted to give in. He knew I could do everything he never could. What to do next …” He tapped his chin, thinking for a moment. “Ah! I haven’t even introduced myself. Where are my manners?” He smirked, advancing to grab the knife an plunging it nto Xaldin’s chest taking care to avoid his organs. “My name … Is Vanitas.”

Xal: “Ah–!” More blood. Not as fast as the one before, having had been twisted and dragged along, but blood nonetheless. As this breath left him, Xaldin sagged completely against the wall. His condition getting worse as he fought off the haziness before his eyes. “Vanitas…” he repeated forcing himself to look up into the golden eyes. “I’ll get you… for this…”

Vani: “I’m sure,” he hummed happily, looking over the bloodied form of Xaldin whilst pondering his next move. Vanitas tsked again as he realized that too much more fun would leave the Nobody dead. And that just wouldn’t do. “Unfortunately,” he continued, “I doubt you’ll ever get the chance. Hmmm …” Glee lit up his face and he placed a kiss on Xaldin’s cheek.“You decide! What shall I do next?”

Xal: Xaldin grunted as he moved his head away from the kiss, the already dried blood cracking in the process. He could feel himself fading between consciousness as this torment continued. How much longer until he blacked out? Who knew…. The blood continued to slowly pool at his feet as it dripped from his various wounds. “How about… you fuck off… and let… us go…” The Lancer looked up, his violet eyes fixed into a glare at the blond before him. “Or… I make you leave.”

Vani: “Fuck off? Now, now …” Vanitas gave a concerned look, “You ought not to speak with such a dirty mouth. If it continues I might have to stop it.” He paused for a moment, considering it. “It could be fun. Shall we try it?” he whispered into Xaldin’s ear.

Xal: “I already… told you no,” he growled back tempted to just kick the boy for being so close to him. He was running out of energy and feeling all around. There was too much blood gone form him as is, just how much more could he manage to give up before he blacked out for good? Luckily most of his wounds were scabbing and blotching over by now. Only sudden movements would break the skin again and cause more to be lost. He summoned a lance, just one, and had it floating in the air next to the two of them. A sharp point aiming right for Vanitas’s body… Roxas’s body. “Release me,” he said again calmly.

Vani: He raised an eyebrow as the lance was summoned.“So you’re fighting back now?” Vanitas questioned, “Why the change, my dearest lancer?” However he still clung onto Xaldin, studying his face as he prepared for his next idea. He was relieved that the man had stopped bleeding for the mos part- an unconscious foe was no fun in the least in this situation.

Xal: He did his best to control himself. He was growing tired, very tired, of all that he had been through. His morale had dropped once seeing that it was Roxas, or not Roxas, that he was against. And yet here he was still trying to fight back. Freedom was something that he wanted. His chest and arms hurt. He could still feel a few trickles of blood on his neck. And his lance still floated aimed and ready to strike if needed.“Whatever this… game of yours is… end it,” he said, his voice sounding calm and dead despite all he had gone through moments before.

Vani: “Why? I enjoy this power and the hurt on your eyes,” Vanitas commented, tracing Xaldin’s lips with his hands, “I care not if you hurt me. Pain is something I am more than used to. And although I currently control this body, in the end it will be Roxas you are hurting.”Still, a lance through his back would hurt and that was something the boy wished to avoid. “I grow tired of you,” he murmured, “I’ll leave you as a message for the others but … I must create my message.”

Xal: “Create?” He didn’t like the sound of that. After all of this he still wasn’t done? His lance disappeared in a flash of light as he was called out on his bluff. He wasn’t going to hurt the boy’s body, despite what was possessing him. He’d end up regretting it… He just wanted to boy to let me go.Xaldin began to struggle again, trying to get his face out of the hands that held him and off of the wall, but the chains still didn’t give. He only ended up succeeding in giving himself more pain as a few of his wounds opened up once again and slowly bubbled up more blood.

Vani: “Mmm, yes. As you know,” he continued, grabbing something from his pocket, “The best messages are seen, not heard.” Vanitas shifted his position so that was sitting on Xaldin’s shoulders. Leaning forward he showed what he had grabbed from his pocket- a needle and thread. “This ought to do the trick. And if you hold still, it will only be relatively painful.”

Xal: He gritted his teeth as weight was placed on his injured shoulders, eyes squeezing shut as he tried to block out the pain. Nostrils flared as he evened out his breathing, taking in the weight and probably more freshly produced blood as well. He didn’t move or try to shake him off, there was too much weight on him in his condition for that, any other day…. Xaldin waited, hunched over slightly not bothering to see whatever the blond had in his hands right now, it couldn’t be any worse that what had already happened to him.

Vani: “So you’ve decided to calm down. Good lancer,” Vanitas cooed, “Ready yourself because this will sting. And screaming will only make it worse.” He easily threaded the needle, the thread red and tied securely. His eyes gleamed, an insane desire to hurt glowing. “And so it begins.” Vanitas licked his lips before leaning around more. His hand was steady and sure, guiding the needle closer towards Xaldin’s mouth. And before the Nobody could make a move, Vanitas plunged the needle into him, just above his upper lip.

Xal: Sting? Worse? What was the maniac talking about now? He could feel his head tilting back for the blond to get better reach on him and he opened his eyes a crack to see. The sharp point of the needle came into focus and then the sadistic grin of the boy. His eyes snapped open as he felt the pierce of the needle above his lip. He meant to yell out a curse, or do something or another but at the risk of the needle so close to him already, what more was there for him to do than to stare, horrified as he felt the metal continually puncture his skin and more dribblets of blood to form around the thread as it pulled through his skin. His fists clenched and unclenched over and over as the thread made its way around. It itched, burned, and stung everywhere. Once again he tried to move to get free only to succeed in more pain in his arms from the weight. He gave up again, only to stand there and let the torturous notion be carried out.

Vani: Vanitas hummed as he slowly continued, sewing through the bottom of the lip. He worked methodically, creating perfect stitches. He grinned as he felt Xaldin shift under him in discomfort. At least the lancer was smart enough not to make a nose. Although the pain that would have accompanied that woud have been pleasurable … But it was enough to see the pain in Xaldin’s eyes as he was forced to endure his torture in silence. Screaming was a privilege of relief Vanitas would not allow.

Xal: He couldn’t figure what to look at, the psychotic look in the golden eyes of the blond or the needle that darted in and out of his vision or the ceiling above him. He closed his eyes for a bit instead, wondering if it would dull the pain, only to make each pull of the thread increase in its intensity. He opened his eyes once again, weariness and pain flashing in them occasionally as he stared at the center of the boy’s head. He waited for what seemed like hours until he was done, wishing for it all to be over and for the pain to just go away. He grunted, feeling the weight on his shoulders shift and move as the still sore cuts protested to the man on him. He glared at the other once he was finished, the corners of his mouth twitching into a frown, not sure if to make the full action or not. He didn’t want to risk tearing anything…

Vani: “Finished!” Vanitas declared, tying the thread with a flourish. The pain and tiredness in Xaldin’s eyes were marvelous. Truly the man was something else judging by his ability to deflect Vanitas’ verbal abuse and weather through the pain of torture with nothing more than a deep breath. The seemed weary- as if he tired of simply standing. Vanitas had dug the man into a hole and he knew it. The boy smirked, relishing the moment of finally being in control. Every movement he made pressed against the various wounds, no doubt bringing agony to Xaldin. The Nobody simply had to obey him. “Now …” He vaulted off of Xaldin, making sure to give a little extra kick. Touching down gracefully, he flashed his golden eyes up. “Go to your master and tell him Vanitas sends his regards.” Snapping his fingers, the chains fell away.

Xal: He groaned loudly at the sudden movement and the weight gone from him. He hung his head as he tried to steady the pain that coursed from him from the extra kick. He had to be even careful now with his mouth sewn shut like this…. As the chains released him from the wall, his knees gave out. The lack of blood that was pooled around his feet made him weak. Xaldin collapsed onto the floor, crumpling against the wall and then sliding down, a trail of blood following him along the wall. A groan came from the back of his throat as he fell onto his right side, his better shoulder. A wave of pain passed through him at the sudden movement and his sore body. He cringed, feeling the pain and being able to finally move freely to do something about it. His arms felt stiff and his legs weak, breathing wasn’t too bad it seemed, he was just winded. He slowly began to force himself up, violet eyes glared at the possessed blond that stood tall over him. He pushed up, eliciting winces of pain from moving his arm too much one way or another but his eyes never left the other. He seemed to have some spark left, maybe just enough to get him somewhere before collapsing completely, but he wasn’t just going to lay there and let him do anything else to him while he had the chance.

#long post #sorry mobile #it's a lot #damn what do i even tag this as #drabble #not really #but i do want to keep this #this is just v important to my xaldin #and yes he does have scars from this #and this also jump started fsx's xig and my xal's relationship #so it's uh #pretty important to my muse #headcanon #i guess that's the only other tag it could go under???

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uniformbravo · 5 years

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my big long analytical-type text posts arent even good tbh like i kno this sounds rly self deprecatey but i dont mean it that way, it’s just literally every time i write one of those i have no idea what im talking abt & when i go back & reread them months later imm like “fuc what the fuck is this” bc its so Bad & my opinions/perspective changed since then ahhh like i thought u could only get embarrassed abt old art or fics but boy some of the dum shit ive written on this site & tried to pass off as meta oof!!!!!

& thats probably part of the reason i dont finish my stuff now bc its like.,, im aware of the problem now & i know these posts arent watertight & later im gonna be like ‘’fuck what was i even tlakign about this is wrong” ??? i was workin on some hitball arc analysis a while back & i havent finished it yet bc im already thinking of other things that weaken my argument & it’s too big a project to try & rework stuff at this point like Damn im not a scholar im not some kind of pnat research student writing my dissertation on max’s character development it doesn’t have to be perfect but at the same time i don’t want to purposely ignore certain things to make my point look more Legit or whatever hgnfkdjgkgnf like. it’s a project i care abt but im a perfectionist & im afraid of criticism (even if it’s just imaginary crit that im projecting onto a hypothetical audience, it still stresses me) so i feel like i can’t do the project the justice it deserves bc it’s just such a huge energy suck after a certain point it’s almost not worth continuing with it u know

but then if i never finish the project i never get my thoughts out there regardless of whether they’re “right” or not so it’s just??? & then i spend 10 thousand years not doing it bc im paralyzed by all of the above so the posts get buried in my drafts bc im Outta Control so rn im like, sitting in this leaky boat bucketing out water but also im the one putting water in the boat in the first place bc the water is posts in my drafts & i keep adding more instead of working on the posts i need to finish it’s!!!! really a whole big thing!!!! gotta go back & save some of those drafts at this point rip... (did u know that if ur working on a post & u save it to ur drafts and then open it to edit again u can bookmark that page on ur browser & then u can access the post thru that bookmark!! i mean i’ve only tried it in chrome so whatever but that’s how i saved all my other buried drafts loooool im such a mess)

anyway sorry im in. this kinda rambly mood tonight, if i sound upset im not, im actually feeling totally fine abt all this like im not legit upset or anything so dont worry??? i just like to dump my thoughts sometimes it’s all good!! anyway i m gonna go in my drafts & find the posts im working on so i dont lose them,,, god

#i thought i didnt make posts like this anymore but here i am...#retag later #talkin bout stuff

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huangfilms · 6 years

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Roommate!Renjun

summary: my roommate left me to live with her bf so i put up an ad and i got a call from u and when u came over to check it out i didn’t expect u to be this cute-- you’re moving in tomorrow???

(A/N) OKay and I am back with yet,,, another renjun bulleted fic whatever,,, I Am Whipped I Know. But Anyway! It’s Saturday morning and I was thinking about this au for,,,the longest,, time,,,, someone send help LMAO this is my THIRD one and it hasn’t even been like,, a month im YELLING. again, lets Pretend i have a good summary up there, i’m shit at summaries I Am So Sorry. also, She Is Not edited so cut me sum slacc sjdfhskdj

okay well lets get started binches

so,,, ur broke my dude

you USED to have a roommate but then she moved in with her bf NEXT DOOR

CAN U BELIEVE eve im looking at u, cannot believe u moved in w jaemin NEXT DOOR

anyway u cannot pay all of these bills by urself

and u posted an ad somewhere to get urself a new roomate

you get a call one day saying ‘is the offer still up for a roomate??

nd ur like,, haha yeah?? i mean u can come by like tomorrow to check out the place

and he goes Okay Sure

so he comes over and then U Are Like,,, deceased

cause he CUTE asf whomstve ya feel

and then u show this Cute Guy everything, the room across from yours, u guys share one bathroom

and then u ask when hes gonna move in, and he,,,,, HE SAYS “is tomorrow good? GREAT C U TOMORROW ROOMIE!!”

what just happened LMAO,, ur just like standing in ur small living room

and then theres a knock??? its been?? 2 minutes???

but then u open it,, oh its just ur neighbor jaemin

‘uhh,, why r u here’ LMAO

and then hes like,, why did a guy just come outta ur house

and u were like... im finding a new roomate since u STOLE MINE😤😤

and then he was like,, hes gonna b ur roommate?? like lol yes?? im 🅱️roke jaemin

and he gives u That Look and then leaves

wtf was that about???

so u start to clean up Aggressively and change the sheets in the guest bedroom

and then u even restock ur kitchen but with what money abby?? she broke

its just ramen and water, dont get TOO ahead of urself

so when u clean literally EVERYTHING u take a shower then flop onto ur bed

then u knock out cold man

u forget that ur getting a new roommate

SO U SIT UP SO FAST that u get dizzy

and its like 6 AM

and u GROAN bevause oh jeez its TOO EARLY FOR THIS

but bless your soul because right as u got up ur heard a knock at the door

why are they here so EARLY WTF

so u get up and rub the schleep out of your eyes

and u open the door

and u look like trash

ur hair: A MESS

i think theres like a drool trail near ur mouth

AND UR EYES POP OPEN WIDE AND THEN CLOSE THE DOOR IN PANIC

oh fuc

he still cute in d morning headass but anywho

AFTER U SMOOTHED DOWN UR HAIR AND WIPED THE DROOL OFF OF UR MOUTH

u opened the door slowly

‘sorry for slamming the door in ur face, kinda caught my heart me off gaurd, and i JUST noticed we never exchanged names, im Y/N’

and then u grimace because ur,, so,, awkward

all he does is Smile though

‘Renjun’

and then you realize ur staring at him bc u Didnt Let Him In Yet

RIGHT OKAY so

u let him in and he does his thing

ur just giving him a small run down of where everything is,, again

and then he says thanks or whatever

‘do you need help moving your things?’

and hes all like

OH no its ok i have a couple of friends helping me

right on cue U SEE JAEMIN and like,, two other guys u dont know Step Into Your Apartment

then jaemin gives you That Look Again

but u dont even care anymore, u tell them that ur going back to bed and the spare key is on his bed in his room

then u BREATHE REALLY HARD BECAUSE THIS CUTE BOY IS GOING TO BE UR ROOMMATE

and then u Sleep because who has The Time to think about this

not i

so u sleep for like an Hour before theres a knock at your bedroom door

and u want to Scream Because Youre Tired

So you get up again and open up the door and u see Renjun standing there with his hand awkwardly touching the back of his neck

and you just!! because he looks so cute!!!

‘Did you need something haha,,,,’

now its YOUR turn to have ur hand at the back of your neck

‘oh i was just gonna go get something to eat with Jaemin, Jeno, and Donghyuck, and I was wondering if you would like to come?’

you were speechles,, this Kid was So Nice wtf

so ur like, lol sure let me change real quicc

so u throw on pants and a sweater and then u leave, grabbing ur wallet and stuff,, when he see s ur wallet tho

‘oh you don’t need that, let me treat you since you let me move in’ then he Grins

and your heart: melted

so u go out to eat and meet his friends

then you guys go home

and neither of u are tired

so u guys just talk on the couch to get to know each other

so u both kinda,,,, fall asleep,,, on the couch together wow first day together and yall really b actin like a COUPLE

SO u guys have a great dynamic living together, and its been a few months,, u guys get closer and closer

it almost feels domestic in ur home WOW U HAVE A HOME WITH THIS GUY

so u notice that he been Looking At U some Kind Of Way

And You Look At Him That Way Too

but u guys have been dancing around each other FOR SO LONG GOSH DARNIT EVEN HIS FRIENDS ARE TELLING U GUYS TO SUCK IT UP AND KISS OR SOMETHING

anyway,, yall have sleepovers with the rest of dream since u guys have gotten close

the whole time u guys are Making Eyes oh my gosh JUST KISS

so u guys go into di kitchen and then grab snacks,,, next Thing U Know,,, THE POPCORN IS DONE!!!

im just kidding somehow u two like,, kissed,, wtfshdhdjdd and your heart: SPEEDY SONIC MF WISHES

then he pulls away AND HE HAS THE CUTEST GRIN EVER!!! THEN HE ASKS!!

“Will you be mine?” AND U GRIN SO MUCH THAT UR CHEEKS HURT OF COURSE U SAID YES!!!

then u two walk out with ur hands intertwined AND THEN THE DREAMIES ARE!! YELLING!! but not shocked lmao everyone been knew

so yall enjoy it,, i mean,,,,,, u guys been Living Together but anyway

life is Soft but nothing changed,, u guys just Cuddle More and Kiss More And Im Suffering wtf

but anyway!! end!! this! is! so! long!

Masterlist

#huang renjun scenarios #unlisted

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yminie · 7 years

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sleeping temptation | (m)

pairing: Yoongi x Reader x Jimin. genre/warnings: Smut, daddy!kink, multiple partners, hints at ot7. words: 3,133. summary: Yoongi and Jimin come home to find you asleep on the couch. To say they were happy they beat the other members back would be an understatement.

a/n: after such a long time of writing and deleting, editing and procrastinating, I am finally posting my first fic here on tumblr. Hope you enjoy, feedback is welcome!

sleeping | waking | sweeter | breaking

Jimin wasn't sure if you'd done it on purpose; but the way you had sprawled yourself across the couch, curled loosely around the soft blanket barely covering half of you, was positively tempting. Dressed only in a large t-shirt - one of the boys' most likely - and a pair of cotton panties that really didn't cover anything at all, you had fallen asleep in the dorms cozy lounge room. Having escaped for the day from the blizzard outside, you'd quickly returned to the dorm, only to find it completely empty. Cranking up the heater and snuggling up on the couch, your plan had been to wait for the boys' return, while watching some TV. But clearly you weren't able to keep your eyes open for long. "Is she trying, or is she just naturally torturing us?" Jimin turned to look in reply to Yoongi's question. The two had returned from a long day of writing at the studio to find you in your current position, the both of them sporting wide eyes upon spotting you. "Seems to be her talent." He chuckled, returning his gaze to you before walking to the couch opposite, dropping his things down gently. Hearing the unlock of Yoongi's phone, he glanced over his shoulder to catch him snapping a photo of you, a lazy grin sporting his face as he looked back at Jimin. "Taehyung and Hoseok are gonna be so fucking jealous. They'd have gotten home first if it weren't for Namjoon holding them up at dance practice." He laughed as he sent the photo through to the rest of the group. His laughter caused you to stir gently, mumbling into the pillow as you squeezed it to your face, arching your back further and making both of their mouths immediately dry up. Your movement had revealed the soft outline of your heat, a small patch of moisture darkening the fabric, and giving away your arousal. Moaning softly in your sleep, your hips pushed back slightly, almost in a searching manner before you slipped back into unconsciousness. If Jimin's mouth hadn't dried up, he would've been wiping drool from his chin. Before he could stop himself, his body quickly closed the space between you, sitting gently in the space your body had uncovered, positioned within the curve of your legs, and giving him a close up view of your panties sticking to you.

Yoongi joined him, easing onto his knees on the floor at your side. Phone still in hand, he glanced down at the device, the camera app still open, and his gaze caught on the little record button as another moan left you, slightly louder than the last and triggering both boys eyes to shoot up to each other. Seemingly reading each other's mind, they exchanged smirks. Before he stop himself, Yoongi had raised his phone again, aiming it at you on the lounge. "How about we make them really fucking jealous?" Standing, he paused before deciding to sit on the ottoman positioned near your head. Jimin licked his lips, teeth finding the lower, and felt his eyelids become heavier the longer he thought of all the things he could do to you in this position. And it wasn't long before he became impatient. "Hyung, hurry up I wanna fucking taste her." Yoongi rolled his eyes and steadied his camera before giving the Jimin the go ahead. "Make it count, brat." The little beep signifying his phone was recording echoed through the room and Jimin was quick to duck his head, pressing warm kisses to the back of your leg, trailing his tongue further up to meet the spot where your panties met your inner thigh. The little frown between your eyebrows, as your mouth dropped open was as equally teasing as it was adorable, and Yoongi made sure he caught it on his camera, glancing down at the screen before returning his gaze to you. His cock had already hardened almost completely, and his free hand dropped to adjust himself, groaning gently at the pressure on his tip, small beads of precum already seeping into the fabric of his briefs. Jimin ran his tongue gently up and onto the fabric of your panties, lightly running over the dampness on the cotton and moaning under his breath as a hint of your sweetness met his tongue. He quickly became eager for more. The light brush over your folds through the fabric triggered your mouth to drop open further, a small gasp of breath rushing into your lungs, and curling into a moan at the end. Your eyes moved quickly beneath the lids as they fluttered, hips lifting further to unknowingly seek out Jimin’s tongue—and he was more than willing to give it to you. His finger slipped under the seam blocking his path and he lifted the soft fabric to reveal your wet heat, groaning loudly this time as his nose filled with your scent. "So fucking wet already. Such a good girl." The praise automatically leaving his mouth before he glanced up to Yoongi, sharing a cheeky smile with the older boy as he shot the camera a wink. If your reaction before made Yoongi groan, it was nothing to the way he felt watching you next. Jimin had quickly dove in, tongue parting your folds to catch the sweet drops of moisture running from your entrance and he wasted no time sucking your clit between his lips. Your head shot off the pillow, heavy lidded gaze finding Yoongi immediately. You barely registered the secret smirk he sported before your eyes were squeezing shut, and you were gasping for breath. Hips pushing back against Jimin's mouths and grinding onto his tongue, your head whipped around to meet Jimin's dark gaze, eyes only just visible over the curve of your ass and your cheeks flushed heavily. "Fuck! Baby, wha—" Jimin growled lowly into your heat, increasing his pace even further and stealing your breath straight from your lungs. Head dropping back onto the pillow, you cried out unabashedly, looking back up at Yoongi and finally spotting the phone pointing at you. "You look so good like that princess, I just couldn't resist. Does Jiminie's tongue feel good?" You shivered listening to Yoongi's deep drawl, Jimin answered your body with a groan that vibrated straight into your core, and reverberated through you. Eyes fluttering, you gazed up at Yoongi, hips working back as you chased your impending release. "Yes! It f-feels so fuc-king good!" Broken whimpers cut your words as your body pleaded for Jimin to do something—anything to make you cum. You turned back to Jimin, reaching for his hair and biting your lips roughly as you brushed fingers through the soft strands. "More, please!"

He broke away just enough to speak, still pressing wet kisses to your clit. "More baby? What exactly do you want me to do?"

You whined cutely and tugged him up and over you until his face was level with yours, "Fingers, please! I wanna cum so bad!"

He smiled beautifully, brushing his moist lips over your shoulder, fingers easily sliding over your entrance and burying themselves into your dripping core to immediately meet the special spot inside inside you. Fuck, he was good. "She's being such a good girl for us today, isn't she hyung?" Jimin shot a smirk up at Yoongi who'd long ago dug his hand into his jeans to massage his hard length. Yoongi met his gaze with a chuckle and nodded lazily. Meanwhile your head was buried into the pillow as your body tensed, walls already tightening around Jimin’s fingers with your fast rising release, the fabric failing to catch your loud cries as you desperately ground up onto his length pressing into your ass. You barely caught his hiss of pleasure before your cries drowned him out. "Please - fuck - I'm gonna-" "Y/N, princess?" You lifted your head quickly to meet Yoongi's eyes. "Don't you dare cum without permission," Your eyes widened and you immediately shook your head. "Don't make me punish you." "Yooongi! Baby, please no, I can't-ah! I can't hold it!" Moisture had already begun to well in your eyes as you tried your hardest to pause your impending orgasm. Yoongi hummed in pleasure, watching your face flush further and goosebumps rise along your skin. Jimin continued his fast pace, not letting up for a moment, and your body began to tense as you cried out, the moisture pooling in your eyes welling up and over to run gently down your face. Yoongi stood and approached slowly, still aiming his camera directly at you as he knelt beside you. "You're sure you can't hold it sweetheart?" Jimin groaned into your ear, nibbling on the lobe, and you began to shake as his thumb met your clit to only torture you further. Your head flew back to meet his shoulder and your mouth hung embarrassingly wide open as you panted, too far gone to make any real noise. Casting your eyes back down from the roof you looked directly into the camera and at Yoongi behind it, shaking your head. "Please!" It was a harsh whisper laced with pleasure as you squeaked through your teeth. Eyes beginning to roll back and you knew if he didn't let you cum right now, there was no hope for you. So you said the only thing you could think of, "Daddy!" Yoongi froze for exactly 0.5 of a second before his hand shot out to grab your chin, pulling your face down until you were staring straight at the camera, eyes unfocused. "Fucking cum. Right now." The relief was instantaneous as you shook and spasmed in pleasure, breath hitching in your throat, the only noises leaving you being tiny, weak whimpers. Tears of pleasure openly running from your eyes as they fluttered, and squeezed shut, sparks erupting beneath your lids. Both boys watched you as you came down from your high, hips rolling slowly to ride out your orgasm as Jimin pumped his fingers gently into you, trailing lovingly soft kisses up and down the back of your neck. He removed his fingers finally and you opened your eyes, a shy smile now gracing your face and you glanced up at Yoongi holding his phone, still filming. He grinned at you, stroking his fingers down your cheek and you held your arms out to him, wanting him to put it down and come close to join you and Jimin, who'd settled himself behind you with a hand trailing over your thigh. Turning the camera off, he automatically sent it through to the group chat, watching as the little icons signifying the rest of the boys opening his message, and he grinned. Casting his phone aside, he ignored the little dings coming through as they began replying and watching. Leaning in close he pressed his lips against yours, sighing as your fingers laced through his hair. You broke away as Jimin poked your sides, turning to find him pouting cutely. "I never got a kiss! And I did all the work!"

You giggled at his silliness and a smile spread across both the boys faces as they heard the noise. "Of course Minnie, how could I forget!" Many little kisses were tickling Jimin's cheeks as you attacked him cutely and he laughed, wrapping his arms around you and squeezing you tightly. His lips finally caught yours and it didn't take long before you were pressing your chest tightly to his, moaning softly against his lips as he lightly grabbed your lower lip between his teeth. Feeling Yoongi's hand trailing up your leg, you immediately disconnected your lips from Jimin with a gasp, breathing deeply before pulling Yoongi's face down until his lips met yours again. Jimins hands were tugging at the hem of your shirt and you paused to remove it, his hands and mouth quickly finding their places on your breasts. The pleasure spiked through you and your hips lifted gently as Yoongi's fingers met your inner thigh, soft whimpers leaving your mouth. He pulled back just enough to speak, breath mingling with yours. "You want more princess?"

His touch brushed around the top and sides of your heat, but never went where you really wanted them to. Jimin chuckled against your chest, lips leaving a nipple to press wet kisses up your neck and behind your ear. "Yes!" Your breathing stuttered as Jimin caught the skin of your neck between his teeth and you moaned even louder, nails digging into his thigh. "Please fuck me." You weren't sure who's groan was louder but both of them sprang into action, stripping out of their clothes quickly and silently discussing with their eyes over who would get to go first. Jimin seemed to luck out, quickly turning to settle himself between your thighs as Yoongi returned to his spot on the ottoman, now freely stroking his hard length. You watched his hand, licking your lips hungrily, before your gaze was torn back to Jimin. Pumping his length as well, he dragged the leaking head against your dripping entrance, combining your wetness with his own and you whimpered excitedly, pressing your hips down towards his. Clicking his tongue behind his teeth, his grip on your hips turned bruisingly firm and you groaned. "Patience sweetheart. I'll give you what you want eventually."

You couldn't seem to look away from his stroking hand but you didn't have to, you could hear the smirk in his voice. "Not eventually, now, please!" Your whimpers turned almost childish as you squirmed petulantly, desperately seeking the friction of his hands, length, anything! "I've waited long enough Jimin!" "So impatient," The stretch you felt from his fingers earlier was nothing compared to the delectable burn of his length finally thrusting into you. His forehead landed on your chest, mouth numbly nipping at your skin as he hissed in pleasure, rolling his hips tightly against yours. "Shit sweetheart, you feel so good," You moaned in response, lifting your hips to press into his. "Please, move baby." You whimpered, pussy throbbing around his cock as your body begged for your second release. He gave in, pulling back against the tight suction of your walls refusing to release him, before slamming back into you with a deep roll of his hips. Your legs immediately came up to slip around his waist, pulling him in close. Back arching, you couldn't help but let your nails catch on the skin of his shoulders, running down over his chest and skimming his sides. "God, baby. So tight and wet for me, such a good girl." He moaned, dropping down onto his elbows at your sides and hooking his hands up around your shoulders to pull you down harder on his length and you felt his tip align perfectly with your spot. "Fuck, just like that!" Your moans were high pitched and breathless, lips catching on the curve of his neck and nipping at the sensitive skin, causing his hips to stutter momentarily. "Ji-min!" "Right there sweetheart?" He growled, the pace of his thrusts increasing in speed and force until your vision blurred and your toes curled. He pulled one hand free and slipped his fingertips up over your chin, your mouth opening on instinct to let them slide over your tongue. Pulling his fingers free from your lips with a moan, his hand slipped between your bodies to graze over your clit and you nearly stopped breathing all together. The careless flicks of his fingers over the sensitive bundle of nerves driving you over the edge before you could speak a legible word of warning, a muffled scream escaping you.

He hissed out a curse as your walls tightened further around him, wet heat dripping from around his length and his head dropped back, husky groans rumbling through his chest. Whimpering in oversensitivity, your mind began to clear from the blissful haze and your ears caught onto the low grunts sounding from above you. You lifted your head slightly, your gaze immediately caught on a very flushed, sweaty Min Yoongi, head thrown back and hand moving quickly up and down his length, back arching in pleasure as he listened to your cries. Dislodging your fingers from where they'd twisted into Jimin's hair, you reached out to him desperately, fingers managing to barely graze his knee but catching his attention nonetheless. He shuffled forward until your hand gripped his length and you pulled him eagerly towards your mouth, muffling the moans escaping your throat as you took him deep, gagging slightly as your throat tightened in protest. Jimins head dropped to your chest after watching you swallow around Yoongi's cock, feeling his balls tighten as his release drew closer; the tight, wet heat of your walls still drawing him in deliciously and your eyes fluttered open to meet his as you felt his length begin to swell. Yoongi hissed a warning above you, fingers tightening in your hair and you moaned lowly around him, tongue catching on the underside of his leaking head with every stroke. And it wasn't long before he was yanking your head back and ordering you to open up. "Here it comes princess, tongue out for daddy." His voice was gruff as his abs tightened, letting your hand do the work as you jerked him to his orgasm. Jimin couldn't hold back any longer after watching the first shot of Yoongi's cum land on your tongue. Quickly pulling out of your pussy to climb over your body and join Yoongi, he dragged a tightly closed fist over his cock until finally stilling, whining groans escaping him as he watched his cum mingle with Yoongi's on your lips, chin and tongue. You moaned breathlessly, heavy lidded eyes looking up at both of them as you swallowed everything they gave you, fingers catching the rivulets escaping down your chin and jaw and sucking them into your mouth. Slow claps filled the room and you jumped in surprise, both Jimin and Yoongi's heads spinning quickly only to stop on the silhouettes in the open lounge room door. Hoseok’s hands paused in their clapping as your gazes fell on him, eyes dark and piercing as they connected with yours. Taehyung stood behind him, leant against the doorframe as his eyes dragged up your body, catching on the drying mess on your lips with a dark smirk. "Sorry," Hoseok’s voice filled the now silent room with ease, demanding your attention with his heavy drawl as he stalked forward to stand at the end of the couch, belt quickly snapping open and triggering a whimper from you, "We didn't realise this was supposed to be a private party. But somehow I don't think you mind our lack of invite. Right, Angel?"

You were so screwed.

#yoongi smut #jimin smut #bts smut #yoongi fanfic #jimin fanfic #bts scenarios

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hotcocotae · 6 years

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Taekook Youtuber Au

Jungkook sat on the bed watching his boyfriend, Taehyung, set up the tripod. He knew his boyfriend was excited for today, because Jungkook was finally off, which never happens, and apparently his viewers have been asking for a 'Boyfriend Tag' for a while. Taehyung had been pestering him for weeks to do a video together, but he had always been tied up at work to film or even spend time with his lover. Thankfully, his boss gave him a break this week and he could finally spend some time with his boyfriend.

Once Taehyung had the camera setup, he pressed the record button before sitting next to Jungkook.

"Hello everyone! It's Tae back with another video!" He flashes a boxy smile at the camera before continuing.

"We have a very special video for you today, probably one of the most requested videos by you guys. And it's the long-awaited, Boyfriend Tag! Want to introduce yourself, babe?" Taehyung asks, turning to Jungkook. Jungkook nods, his cheeks heating up slightly.

"Hi everyone, I'm Jeongguk, Taehyung's boyfriend." Jungkook greats bowing slightly at the camera. Tae giggles at his boyfriend's nervousness.

"Okay, so I asked you guys on Twitter to ask us some questions that we can answer and there are a lot so let's get started shall we?"

"The first question has been asked by a lot of you, and it's, 'Where did you first meet? First impressions?" Taehyung says scrolling through his phone to find the next question. Jungkook cleared his throat, deciding to answer.

"Well, to keep it nice and short, this doof decided to ignore the 'Wet Floor' sign, slipped and me being the gentleman I am, helped him up." Taehyung pouted and smacked Jungkook's bicep.

"I didn't ignore it! I just didn't see it! And I'm not a doof!" Jungkook just laughed and kissed Tae's cheek.

"Don't worry, you're my doof."

"Hmph, okay then, first impressions?"

"Hmm at first I thought, 'Did this guy really just fall on his ass?' I guess I found it kinda cute that you're completely oblivious to your surroundings."

"Rude! I thought you were such a sweet guy stopping to help me up! If I knew what you were thinking that I would've called you a jerk!"

~ "Nochu asks, 'how long have you guys been together?' Well, we have known each other for 8 years but we've been together for 6 years."

"Our anniversary is coming up this week actually," Jungkook adds. Taehyung smiles and nods.

"Okay the next question is from Kpoplover29, they said, 'I always watch your vlogs, but Jungkook is rarely in them, I thought you guys lived together???" Jungkook frowns at the question. It's true, he's never in Tae's vlogs mostly because he is never home. However, he always made sure he spent all his free time with Tae.

"We do live together, but Jungkook is mostly away at work so he's not at home as much. But don't worry guys! Kookie is the sweetest when he comes home, he showers me with kisses and cuddles!" Taehyung sings, swinging an arm around Jungkook's neck and digging his face into it.

"Am I really that sweet?" Jungkook teases.

"The sweetest!"

"This one's from Jiminnie_Pabo, 'who is the big spoon and who is the little spoon? Btw I love your videos Tae!!' Aww thank you Jiminnie! Also, I do think Jimin is Pabo"

"Big spoon, little spoon?" Jungkook asks, confusion written on his face.

"Big spoon is the cuddler and little spoon gets cuddled," Taehyung explains.

"Oh, well then Tae is definitely Big spoon. He's like a koala." Jungkook answers instantly. He also points to his neck, which Taehyung has his arm slung around, proving his point.

"Well you're clingy too! Especially after se-" Jungkook quickly covers his boyfriend's mouth.

"Next question!"

"Taekook390 asked, 'What is one thing you hate that the other one does?' Well, I hate it when you don't listen to me while you play Overwatch." Tae states in an annoyed tone.

"I listen, you just think I don't." Jungkook retorts. Tae just rolls his eyes. "Okay then, what is one thing that I do that annoys you?"

"Okay guys, you know how we have a dog named Kookie right? Well, I hate it when he calls for Kookie and I go only to see he meant the dog." Jungkook glares at the small puppy sleeping by the door.

"To be fair I named him Kookie because he reminds me of you when you away..." Taehyung says, his bottom lip jutting out in a pout. Jungkooks heartaches, so he wraps an arm around his waist, pulling the older onto his lap.

"I'm sorry baby, you know I don't want to leave you for that long either," Jungkook says sincerely, Tae just sighs and rests his head on the younger's shoulder.

"I know, but sometimes you leave for weeks. I really miss you." He mumbles.

"I promise I'll try my best not to leave for so long, alright?" Tae just nods and looks up. Jungkook sees the tears that were forming in his eyes. He brings his hyung down for a sweet kiss before pulling away and kissing his forehead.

"You should cut this part out, it's sappy as shit."

"The next question is from Heartbreaker337, 'Hi Tae and Kookie! Are you planning on taking any trips? If so, where?' Hi Heartbreaker! We are actually planning on taking a trip this week to Jeju Island since Kookie finally has a week off. Are you excited, babe?"

"Mhmm, I can't wait. I can finally get to spend to with you. We've been planning this trip for a while now haven't we?" Jungkook replies, his hand resting on Tae's thigh.

"Yeah! I really want to see the beach, we haven't been there for so long. I'll probably vlog a bit so you guys can come along on our little trip, so stay tuned for that!" Taehyung finishes, winking at the camera.

"MinBootie asked, 'What do you find the cutest about each other?'. Personally, I think Kookie's bunny teeth are adorable." Taehyung coos, pinching the youngers cheek.

"Yahh! I thought you said you weren't going to bring that up." Jungkook attempts to swat his hand away but gives in anyway.

"I lied."

"Anyways, I find it cute when you sing and dance while cooking dinner when you think I'm not home." Taehyung gawks at him, his ears turning red.

"Y-you see me?!"

"All the time baby."

"Ooo this is a good one, internationalplaygirl says, 'who gives in the easiest? I think Kookie because he always tries to make Tae happy <3' what do you think Gukkie?"

"I mean... I guess she's right. Who can't when you dating this big baby?" Jungkook says, earning a kiss on the cheek.

"Okay, godofdestruction asks, 'Jungkook! Although you are taller than TaeTae, does it bother you that you're still younger than him?"

"Mm not really, I mean at the end of the day, he's not the one who tops."

"Gukkie! They didn't need to know that!" Taehyung whines.

"This one is from PrincessJin, 'who get the most jealous?"

"Oh that's easy, you do." Jungkook answers. Tae nods his head in agreement.

"It's true, I can't stand to see someone else with Gukkie. But he's had his fair share of jealousy too." Jungkook raises his eyebrow.

"I don't get jealous."

"Please babe, that one time I was hanging out with Hoseokie-hyung and you literally threw me over your shoulder and fuc-" Jungkook cuts him off cheeks turning a deep shade of red.

"He was way too close. And I was doing Yoongi-hyung a favor too."

"Still, you admit that you get jealous too."

"I guess."

"Okay, this is the last question before we wrap this video up! Bangtanforever asks, 'Have you guys ever thought about adopting? If so would you want a boy or girl?'. Kookie?"

Jungkook paused for a moment. He and Taehyung have never talked about adopting before. Was there a reason why he chose this as the last question?

"Kookie?" Taehyung snaps him out of his thoughts.

"Hm? O-oh yeah um, we haven't really thought about raising a child together."

"Yeah, but I guess I've kind of always wanted one. I mean..." Tae trails off looking down at his fingers. Did Taehyung actually want to raise a child with him? Are they even ready to take care of another human being?

"Baby, do you want to adopt?" Jungkook asks. Taehyung doesn't look up but answers.

"I mean, I wanted to tell you but your so busy at work so I thought maybe it wouldn't be a good idea to bring it up." Tae rambles. Kookie interlocks their hands, calming the other boy down.

"You know you can tell me anything, besides maybe a kid would be nice." Taehyung finally looks up at him, eyes glossy.

"R-really?"

"Why not, I would like to see a mini Tae waddling around our apartment." Taehyung grins at Jungkook's words and wraps his arms around the other.

"Gukkie, I have been thinking about this for the longest time. I've done so much research and I found a nice adoption center and..." Taehyung continues to ramble and Jungkook can't help but smile.

"Slow down baby, we still need to prepare first. I'm still new to this adoption thing myself." Taehyung nods, still sticking to Jungkook.

"I can't wait."He says sheepishly.

"Well, guys that's all for this video! I hope you guys enjoy! Make sure to hit that subscribe button and leave a like if you guys enjoyed!" Tae chants smiling at the camera.

"Don't forget to comment down below on what you want to see next!" Jungkook adds waving at the camera.

"Bye everyone~" Both boys get close to the camera ending the video with little finger hearts.

As Taehyung takes the camera off the tripod, Jungkook comes up behind him and wraps his buff arms around his waist.

"Gukkie, I still need to edit this," Taehyung argues, Jungkook placing tiny kisses on his neck.

"You can edit later~" Slipping his hands under the older’s shirt.

"I swear you will be the end of me Jeon Jeongguk."

~Fin

(Also posted on the amino app and Wattpad)

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thortisgodofthundpurr · 7 years

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20 questions, 20 followers

I wasn't tagged by anyone but seen it on @esotheria-sims who i follow on my simblr! Rules: Answer the 20 questions and tag 20 amazing followers you would like to get to know better. But im not gonna tag 20 peeps ✌. Name: Jillieann Viola Wallinger Nicknames: Jill... Oh and Jill-Jill... Zodiac sign: I was born May 7th, so I am a Taurus Height: 5'5 Orientation: Demi-ro ace? Ethnicity: Mixed. 1/2 German, 1/4 Choctaw, 1/4 Creole. Favorite fruit: That's really hard cause I love fruit. But I think I gotta say oranges. I know boring, but I can always go for an orange. Berries don't count I'm assuming. Favorite season: By far Spring. I love the weather, the colors, and flowers, and It's my birth-season. Favorite book series: I do not read. But I gotta say Winnie-the-Pooh because of loyalty. But my favorite book is Mice of Men. Favorite flower: Also hard! I love all flowers. But if I had to answer, I'd have to say daffodils and violas. Favorite scent: Green apple shampoo by Suave. Also Julie's smoke wood perfume. 😍 Favorite color: Yellow, almost any muted pink, and green-blue by crayola. Favorite animal: Ducks! Coffee, tea, or hot cocoa: Tea definitely and then hot chocolate and coffee are tied. Average sleep hours: Depends. If i stay up past 2 am, i sleep for 12+ hours. If i go to bed at a decent hour like 12, I'll prob wake up around 8 am. Cat or dog person? Cat, but I like dogs too. Favorite fictional characters: Hard again. I dont watch TWD anymore but I loved Glenn Rhee, Tyreese, and Noah all of which are POC TWD killed so you can guess why I stopped watching. But otherwise, I like Louise, Gene, Linda, Zeke, and Rudy from Bob's Burgers. I also really like Jake Peralta, Capt'n Holt, Terry, and Amy Santiago from Brooklyn 99. Oh! And Sumo from Clarence. Many more but this has been going on for long enough lol. Number of blankets you sleep with: Depends on the season. But as of right now, which is end of winter, I'm sleeping with a heating blanket and a quilt. Dream trip: Hard man. I really want to see Mt. Shasta. But I'm always happy In Ice House. And of course Disney World is a dream, but that means we'd have to go to Florida, which is ugh. Blog created: I honestly cannot remember and I'm too lazy to look. But I know it was in March. I think in 2014? Idk man. Number of followers: 70 something, grand majority being bots! Time right now: 5:44 pm, February 19th, 2017. Last thing you googled: Ep 27 of Adventure Zone podcast. Fave music artist: Fave of all time has to be Taking Back Sunday. But close second has to be Johnny Flynn and Jamie T. Song stuck in my head: You know that song "OOOoooOO THAT SMELL" by Lyndyrd Skynyrd but add "that smelly smell that smells" from Mr. Krabs in the Anchovy Ep. Last movie I watched: Cannot remember my dude. I don't watch movies that often. Prob some random thing on Netflix. Or actually that wierd baseball movie Julie watched with Sara. Last TV show I watched: I'm actually always watching Bob's Burgers on loop at all fucking times... What I’m wearing right now: Dan's skin pants (danskin) with an obsured amnt of menstrual blood on them cause i am not wasting another pair of pants on this fucking period. Also a blue stripey pj shirt, and my fluffy pink robe to hide THE INANE AMOUNT OF BLOOD. The kind of stuff I post: Things that represent me I guess or just things I like! Why did I choose my url: It's my cat's, Otis', nickname so I have it as all my screen names Gender: Female Hogwarts house: I'm not a fan of HP. But I think I like Raven Claw the most from what I seen. Pokémon team: I couldn't get Pokemon Go on my phone cause of storage, so I never got on that band wagon. Dream job: General Practitioner / Family doctor. Relationship status: Single Pets: Okay man get ready my dudes. Species, Oldest to Youngest. Pearl, a mean and sarcastic black lab she's 8. Benny, a buckaroo, nanny-dog Yorkie who acts like he has the hardest job but in reality he creates his own stress, he's 8. Finnegan, a fickle, vindictive and buff little Chihuahua, he's 7. Opal, a big ol' sweety face white lab 1/4 chow mix, and the daughter of Pearl and Bear (whos no longer with us) thats really shy, she's 7. Her Brother, SweetPea, a freckley doofus black lab 1/4th chow mix he also is 7. Puck, a wierd little weeny/chihuahua stray we found in front of the grocery store, hes the sweetest and nicest and dumbest little thing you'll meet, we found him in i think 2013 or 14 and he was barely 10 months when we found him; so I think he may be 3 or 4 prob 4. Okay. Dogs done, onto cats. Riley, we got him after Milo and Otis but he's older. My brother thought it'd be a great idea to get a cat for his gf who is... Lets just say it wasnt a good idea. And so we ended up taking Riley after a huge escapade. He's a normal american tabby, he's like 6 I think, he's super quiet, and a bit of a dick, but some how won the love of Otis and Simon. Milo, a scared can't-get-right zoolander Lilac Siamese, he's 5. His big ol' orange tabby brother Otis, he's large, and pushy and also a bit of a dick and very gay, he's also 5. Simon our newest edition an eternal kitten and a very talkative little fuc- ...booger he loves Riley and heating blankets, windows, and anything he can tear up, he's a Balenese which just means a thicc ass Siamese, he's 1 and still super tiny. Cats done. On to birds. Buddy a sweet little Indian Runner duck very dainty and bossy, she's I think 6. Bertha, a big ass egg layer chicken she also is thicc but very sweet and talkative, she's 4. Her sister Trudy also lays eggs she red cant remember her breed but a chicken is a chicken she's sassy and talks too much but is pretty cool, she's also 4. Ester, a beautiful black and white lacey chicken her, and her sister, Agnes, don't have much of a personality that I've seen, they both are 2 I think. Okay! Thats it, on paper it's a lot but when you're living with them it's nothing. They are family and all hold an important place. ❤ Last song you listened to: Right now it's "Shore To Shore" by Johnny Flynn. Favorite TV Show: Bob's Burgers... First Fandom: Winnie-the-pooh. Since I was like 2 maybe younger. I tag anyone who wants to do this, but specifically @theinvisiblemonsters

#im on mobile #so nothing is bold im sorry #me #i like doing these types of things every once in a while!#last time i did one was like 3 years ago

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