#fucking. brilliant! thank you for giving me a way to learn from and enjoy this movie! i am more sure than ever that i should not watch it!

[andthebeanstalk]

Dear horror youtubers who write video essays explaining and examining extraordinary works of horror that I deeply want to see and understand but will literally never be able to safely watch due to my own trauma - thus providing me with a way to learn from and connect to works of art that would be otherwise forever inaccessible to me,

I love you.

#original #horror #final girl studios #if this youtuber is on tumblr someone should tag her #LOVE the idea of a girl coming of age and becoming monstrous but now obsessed with how they described this movie as #'a girl coming of age and finding that the people AROUND her have become monsters to her' #fucking. brilliant! thank you for giving me a way to learn from and enjoy this movie! i am more sure than ever that i should not watch it! #but i am so grateful to you for giving me such a gift! how wonderful! #that said - folks please be very cognizant of the warnings at the beginning of the video. there were still parts I had to look away from #also it was cathartic experiencing this movie from this POV bc 'the horror of girlhood being validated' is healing tbh #it was HORRIFYING being a little girl who became a teenage girl! and no one seemed to care what girl-children went through! #I mean folks were dismissive of kids in general but teen girls and little girls are like. a Joke to a lot of people. #everything we liked was ridiculed. and our fears held similarly little weight to adults. and yet. The Horror of Girlhood is so Real. #I Can Only Imagine how much more girls of color were dismissed and targeted and dehumanized. #and then you've got the little Trans girls and teens - who were playing The Horror of Girlhood on like. Nightmare Hard Mode. #the specific horror of girlhood for me as a transmasc AFAB person meant that the existential horror of being seen as a girl #meshed with my gender dysphoria in a way I did not have the language for and would not for many years to come #like the internalized misogyny and the gender dysphoria were literally impossible to parse apart. i couldn't tell which was which. #i just knew i HATED being a girl and i wanted it to STOP. and it was mostly because of how people treated girls. #like it probably took me longer to figure out my gender because of that.

[hitmewithsomebooks]

@jegulus-microfic Jan 14 - massage

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"Fuck, James, you're so tight..." Regulus muttered, digging into his shoulder blades. James groaned as Regulus massaged his fingers deep, pushing out all the knots from his game.

"Coach pushed us real hard this week for this game. Paid off though, didn't it?" James replied, and Regulus scoffed.

"I don't know if it's worth it for you to be in this much pain."

"C'mon, you know you like seeing me in my quidditch uniform. Besides, it's not painful, I'm fine. Just stiff." James lied, and Regulus saw right through it.

"James. I know you. You're in pain. Not just from your back but because your knee has been bothering you again, since you're not taking the potions Pomfrey gave you."

"They make me dizzy! Not exactly helpful for flying on a broom.  How did you know that, anyway?" James asked, trying to turn around and look at the younger man.

"Stay put." Regulus warned, digging just a tinge harder into James's shoulder, who hissed in response. "I have my ways, with which you need not concern yourself. Instead, you should be worried about taking care of your body." Regulus continued, moving further down James's back.

"My body's fine..." James answered, broken off by a groan as Regulus dug into his lower back.

"Fuck, Regulus, there." James croaked, sucking in a breath as Regulus worked a particularly nasty knot. Regulus tried to put the masseuse skills he'd learned from Pandora to good use, attempting to alleviate James’s pain as much as possible.

"I'm just saying, James, I'm worried about you. I know you love quidditch and you're brilliant at it, sure, but you're pushing yourself too hard. Especially on top of studying for OWLS, I know you're stressed, and it's taking a toll on your body. Just let me take care of you, okay? I care about you. A lot." Regulus explained, putting as much feeling into his words as he was his movements.

"Reggie..." James murmured, and he sounded slightly choked up. "I'll try to take it a little easier, okay? For you."

Regulus smiled to himself, glad James couldn't see him, for fear it'd give too much away. Too much more, at least.

“Thanks, Jamie.” He said, and continued to work on his lover's back, mapping it out with his fingers, enjoying James's contented sounds for a bit longer.

#james potter #regulus black #jegulus #jegulus microfic #starchaser #james x regulus #marauders era #quidditch #caring #massage #love #self care #body health #sunseeker #james potter is the sun #just to throw it in there #caring Regulus

[navybrat817]

That man and his tongue! PLEASE.

Practice Test

Pairing: Roommate!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Bucky loves helping with your studies. Word Count: Over 860 Warnings: Explicit sexual content, oral sex (f. receiving), established relationship, porn with some feels, roommate!Bucky Barnes (he’s a warning, okay?) A/N: What?! Two imagines in one day? How?! Hey, lovelies! Between this gif and inspiration by @sweeterthanthis , I had to give this to Stud and Smartie. Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Banners by the talented @vase-of-lilies. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Please reblog or comment as it means the world! Masterlist

It was easy some days to have tunnel vision when it came to studying. Not only did you like getting good grades, you actually enjoyed keeping your mind active. It was fun to learn. Bucky liked to remind you that taking breaks was also a good way to care for your mind, along with your body. 

When he brought it up earlier today, you argued that you had to finish your practice test before you could rest.

Bucky took it as a challenge. 

You tapped your pen against your notebook as you reviewed your last question once more. Typing was quicker and more convenient, but writing by hand was better for your memory. Always had been, which was likely another reason you liked putting puzzles together. It was easier for you to visualize the words and pictures you put to practice than the endless drone of the keyboard. 

Now, thanks to Bucky, you would have an extremely vivid image to reflect on.

"Mmm. Speak up, Smartie. I didn't catch that," Bucky spoke from under the desk. "Last one. C'mon. You got this."

Your legs were spread as much as possible as his fingers held your glistening lips open for his greedy tongue. How the hell is he still down there? He can't be comfortable. Your boyfriend's massive frame, one way or another, fit somehow as he lazily teased your throbbing hole. And if the space bothered him, he didn't voice his complaint.

"I told you, Stud," you whined, repeating your answer a bit louder.

Bucky was nothing short of brilliant. He knew the answers to each of your questions and suggested that you read each one out loud as you went through your sheet. For each one you got right, the closer he brought you to the edge. If you got it wrong, he stopped until you "redeemed" yourself.

Perfect score, Stud. Should be proud. 

"That's my girl," he praised, pressing a kiss to your swollen clit before he sucked it between his lips. 

The pen hit the paper as you lost your concentration, his hand slowly gliding up your torso. He avoided reaching under your bra and it frustrated you that your clothes were still on. You wanted your aching nipples to be lavished by his fingers and tongue. Maybe he would fuck you on your desk if you asked politely. 

And by asking politely, I'll just lift my skirt and bend over.

"My beautiful, smart, good, wet girl," he went on, pulling a whimper from you as your head fell back. The chair beneath you had to be drenched. He knew what his praise did to you. "Gonna ace that test. I know you will. Before you do, I need to give my pretty pussy a reward."

How many orgasms will he give me when he sees my GPA at the end of the semester?

You began to rock your hips as his tongue dipped back between your slick folds, his groan loud.against your wet warmth as you twisted your fingers in his hair. Your mouth fell open as you panted, grinding against his face as best you could. 

"Fuck! Stud. Bucky. There. Please!"

Two fingers pushed in, fluidly moving deep as you arched your back. Oh, he was going to fuck you after this. You knew by the way his fingers spread inside you that he wanted you stretched and ready. The breathy whine you let out spurred him on as his lips wrapped around your clit once more.

"Come for me. Let me have it."

The strength of your orgasm took you by surprise, your cry embarrassingly loud as you catapulted over the edge. Bucky kept you in place, letting you ride out the overwhelming sensations as he lapped you up with a slight growl. Tears sprang to your eyes as your thighs lightly shook and it took you a few seconds to realize that he had pushed your chair back. 

"Hey," you heard as you blinked, Bucky's blue eyes filled with a mix of lust and tenderness as he framed your face. You didn't see him crawl out from under your desk. "You okay, doll?"

He was still on his knees as you took in the sight of him. His long hair was messy thanks to your fingers, his lips shining and wet. You fell forward, pressing your mouth against his. Wrapping your arms around him, you let yourself melt into him. The way he always allowed you to.

"Perfect," you whispered, waiting for your heart rate to return to normal. "Thanks."

"For the study help or orgasm?" he smirked, kissing the tip of your nose.  

For everything.

"Both," you smiled, pulling back so you could glance down at the hard-on in his sweatpants. "Need some help with that?"

He glanced down, too, with a grin, making your heart race all over again. "I wouldn't mind."

You guided your hand to the front of his pants with a wide smile. "And you're right. I'm going to ace my test."

You would continue to make him proud by doing well. 

And Bucky already had something special planned for the two of you once the semester came to an end. 

"That's my girl."

*****

Hmm. I wonder what he has planned! More to come soon. Love and thanks! ❤️

#navybrat writes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #roommate!bucky barnes x reader #stud and smartie #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x female reader #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan

[romantic-disarray]

Childhood Friends to Lovers Pt. 1

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Ft. Bachira Meguru x Gn! Reader

This is a mini fanfic series I'll be making for the characters soo 🤭

Warnings: Swearing, and absolutely nothing else. Enjoy ♥️

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“GO MEGURU!” You screamed at the top of your lungs, violently waving your hands around as you cheered the boy on from the sidelines of the U-20 vs Blue Lock match. You'd never once been interested in football, but Bachira completely changed that mindset.

Seeing him play out in the field was enticing, and oh so beautiful. Shockingly—Bachira lifted his head up from the ground and onto your side of the stadium, ‘How did he even hear that?’ You thought, honestly flabbergasted. You thought your voice would've been drowned out by everyone else, but here he was, looking for you.

Bachira's eyes scanned the crowd, and soon his eyes fell on you. You could see the way his face transitioned from confused to overjoyed at the sight of your face within the crowd, cheering him on like your life depended on it.

Bachira wasted no time in waving back just as aggressively, which resulted in him getting pulled back by the blue lock number 6. You laughed when Bachira thrashed around like a kid before he decided to give up and got dragged away against his own will.

It made you happy knowing he's still the same person you grew up with.

Bachira had always been a cheeky boy. Way back when the two of you were still in elementary, he'd constantly scare you out of nowhere, worst part is that this grew until the two of you were finally in highschool.

Everyday, everywhere, he's always right around the corner ready to jump at you. You even considered learning self defense just to smack him in the face whenever he does so. The thought honestly made you feel nostalgic, he was gone for god knows how long and not so secretly pursuing his dream of becoming the best football player out there.

It wasn't long before the match ended with Blue lock leading with 1 point. You screamed along with the others, but yelped when you got shaked by Bachira's mother, chanting how “He won! My boy won!” You chortled a laugh and pat her back, “Of course he did! You raised him!” You then led his mother lower to the sidelines so that she had a close up view of Bachira.

The moment you saw him looking for the two of you—a brilliant plan appeared. You grinned from ear to ear and slowly descended behind the railings.

“Mom! Did you see that?! I won!” He cheered while holding his arms up in the air, Yu smiled and pulled him into a tight hug. “Yes yes yes! I saw it all honey!” You silently listened in on their conversation and couldn't help but feel all warm inside.

God you could marry Meguru and every problem in your life could fade away.

“Wait, where's F/n? I saw them with you earlier.” Your ears perked up at the mention of your name. You slowly looked up at Yu, hoping she took the hint that you were trying to scare him, “Oh they went over there.” Thank the gods. Yu pointed at the direction opposite from all of you, and that was your queue.

“Huh? Where?” You peeked over the railings and saw him looking the other way, and the moment he turned around; you jumped up from your hiding position and opened your arms with a loud yell, causing Bachira to jump and instinctively slap you.

You winced, before laughing aloud, almost to the point of tears. “F-F/n?!” Bachira worriedly stuttered out, not sure how to react after having just slapped you. “Holy shit! Waiting for 2 months was so fucking worth it!” You cheered as you immediately wrapped your arms around him, hugging him tightly.

Bachira furrowed his brows and puckered his lips in annoyance, but he hugged back, almost pulling you down onto the field, “Not fair. I've been gone for a long time and this is how you greet me?!” Oh fuck, you were gonna die laughing. You reluctantly pulled away from the extremely sweaty hug and placed a hand on his hair, despite his words—Bachira had the widest smile on his face at the sight of you.

“How do you think we felt? Going away just like that? We've been worried sick about you!” You scolded, but Bachira only stared at you.

Gazing. Smiling. Almost like he was thinking. You tilted your head to the side, “Meguru?” As a response, Bachira released a breath and quietly muttered, “... Fuck it.”

Within a span of a second—Bachira's lips were on yours, his hands slithering from your back and onto your nape to pull you in further. Your eyes widened in shock, hearing a few gasps from behind you, but you didn't care.

You only cared about Bachira at that moment. A chuckle was muffled against his lips, before you slowly kissed back, placing your hand on his jaw to tilt his head up.

You've always wondered what Bachira's lips tasted like. You never thought they'd taste so much like honey. He begrudgingly pulled away while panting, staring up into your eyes like it were the stars above him, “Hows that for an apology gift?” Bachira winked with a laugh.

You rolled your eyes and grinned, “I say it's not enough.” He smiled widely and leaned in once more, “Well then, I can't have you holding a grudge on me now...” He whispered hotly against your lips, before capturing it into another kiss.

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Up next: Rin Itoshi 🙏

#blue lock #gender neutral reader #bllk #anime #bachira meguru #bachira x you #bachira x reader #childhood friends to lovers #he is the standard fight me #bllk x reader #—carnival ♠️

[firstofficerwiggles]

Gimme the Beskar Spear

An April Fool's crack smut fic

Pairing: Din Djarin x Female Reader

Rating: M/E, 18+ only

Warnings: Very bad SMUT, this whole fic is a warning, probably no one should read this, but if you do, be on the lookout for fingering, unprotected P in V sex, and terrible Star Wars euphemisms throughout. Also since “jizz” is “jazz music” in Star Wars, I have decided to use the ridiculous word “jyzz” thanks to the brilliant @tailorvizsla as we were discussing this challenge

Word count: ~1000

Author’s note: As part of the April Fools Smut Fic challenge that takes its inspiration from the Bad Sex Awards, I give you this terrible mess of a smut fic. You should read this as if you have only learned about sex through bad porn. Also please enjoy the many, many ridiculous Star Wars words and references to Star Wars creatures, food, places, animals, and what have you. Please enjoy it by laughing so hard you spill your spotchka!

Working for the Mandalorian, Din Djarin, meant you walked around like a lothcat in heat all the damn time. How could you not when you work with the hottest stud in the Outer Rim?

His broad hulking shoulders, as broad as a star destroyer, make your mouth water and those giant arms all corded with muscles like two sexy ion blasters make you wish to be their target. Not to mention his huge thighs, thicc like the gnarltrees of Dagobah, and that perfect ripe Jogan fruit ass that makes you think of all the dirtiest things in the galaxy. Din Djarin has some space junk in his trunk! 

You’ve been trying to get him interested in your lothkitty for weeks now. You prance around the ship wearing the tiniest shorts and tank tops. It’s the best way to show off your sweater meiloorun melons and your sweet poma-drupe fruit. You try to bend over in front of him as much as possible, even shaking your badonkadonk or shimming your chesticles to entice him. Once you even managed to brush up against him, and as you felt that big bantha salami in his tight pants you knew he was definitely happy to see you. You just need to make a big move because Din Djarin doesn’t do subtle.

You see him in the hull of the ship, cleaning his blaster, his talented hands stroking it the way you want him to stroke you. You walk over to him, popping your hips with each step, and then climbing onto the crate in front of him. Your feet are bare and you put one right in his lap, letting it seek out his forbidden trouser Dashta eel. You rub your foot back and forth over it while you bite your lip and tell him,

“Don’t you want to have some fun for a change, my big bad bounty hunter?”

His visor pops up to look at you, “You sure you know what you’re asking for, Cyar’ika?”

You can feel him growing in his pants, the Zillo beast is awakening and it is large. 

“I know I want you to give it to me, hard.”

You open your legs so he can see how you’ve soaked your panties and shorts with your glistening moistness. 

“Fuck,” Din says, his voice deeper and darker than the blackest of space. He grabs your clothes, ripping them off as if they were made of only gossamer tissue flimsi. His strength makes you whine for him.

You shriek his name as your nipples turn so hard and pointy like two shards of transparisteel in your chest. 

He chuckles as he plucks your sweet binkberries. The roughness of his leather gloves adds to the sensation, the feeling of the work worn material moving over your downy flesh makes you cry out again.

"Shit! Din, your hands are the best, I want those trigger fingers in all my tight places."

"You like my hands, I see you, licking your lips with that slutty Gungan-like tongue as you stare at them," Din’s voice rasps through the modulator, “And as for your tight places, that’s exactly where I want to stick them.”

You moan obscenely as he slams two of his fingers deep inside your wet cavern of mystery, pumping them with a vengeance. His other fingers rub your pleasure nubbin turning you into a bawling mess for him. You grip his biceps, crying out,

“Din, what big blasters you have!”

“All the better to make you cum, my dear,” he tells you, his fingers pounding your secret hot spot making you ooze even more girl juice around them. 

“I’m cumming for you right now!” you yell out as you shake hard and blow up like a Deathstar of desire.

Din brings his fingers up under his helmet and you can hear the sexiest slurping sounds, like he’s enjoying a delicious fried crispic as he cleans your feminine secretions from his gloves.

“Mmm, I knew you’d be tasty,” he says, “And now it’s time for the main course. You ready for a heaping serving of man meat?” He undoes his trousers and finally you get to see that big, girthy blaster cannon of his.

“Yes, my sexy metal man, gimme your beskar spear,” you coo at him.

In one forceful turbothrust, Din stuffs your special box full to the brim like you’re a Life Day roasted porg and you scream with pleasure.

“Fuck yes! Ride me hard like a blurrg!” Your cries of ecstasy bounce off the walls of the ship.

“Yeah, take it, baby, take my real Darksaber,” Din growls at you, pounding into you so hard your tits practically slap you in the face.

“Yes, it’s the most powerful sword in the galaxy, everyone wants it, and when you wave it around, they’ll follow you anywhere!” you shout your enjoyment of his legendary weapon.

Your hips are rolling like the waves crashing against the shores of Scarif. Each rise and fall brings you closer to another sonic charge climax. Din pushes your legs up high, bending and twisting you into a pleasure pretzel. His hips shift into lightspeed as he humps you like a draagax in its frenzy, determined to spread his love seed into your weeping hole. 

“Fuck yes, cyar’ika, I’m gonna bring you in warm!” Din yells.

“Do it, my hot hunter, make me melt with your twin suns of spunk!” You cry out.   

Your bodies undulate as you both chase that delicious release. The place where you’re joined is creating a friction and heat that is more overpowering than the Mustafarian lava fields. Convulsing together, you both explode in orgasm simultaneously. You feel Din’s searingly hot jyzz filling your precious Dagobah meat flower, so much that it seeps out of you. It’s mixing with your own vag sap, creating a blend of love nectar that is uniquely you and Din. 

“Mmmm, Din, you really are the best in the parsec,” you moan out, so satisfied and happy.

“Cyar’ika, I’m gonna show you I’m the best in all the parsecs,” Din tells you with a tilt of his helmet and an electric jolt of his hips.

You feel his one eyed Krayt dragon swelling inside you, and as he takes off again like an X-Wing on the run from a Tie fighter, you soar with him into a galaxy of pleasure far far away.

Thank you for reading this nonsense, I hope you enjoyed it and are not currently trying to gauge out your own eyes.

I'm almost embarrassed to tag people in this so to my loyal supporters, I apologize: @onabouteverything @boomtowngirl @kavecika @beskarprincessjenny @startrekkingaroundasgard @writeforfandoms @kazthedestroyer @ladykatakuri @noodlesfics @the-good-shittt @princessxkenobi @jewfro24 @vaderthepotater @pinkiemme @elinedjarin

#AprilFoolsSmutfic #april fools #crack fic #the mandalorian #din djarin #din djarin x female reader #the mandalorian x female reader #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian x reader #18+ #smut fic #smut crack fic

[sitp-recs]

Hii Liv ❤️ I love your recs and commentary so much! Could you recomend me some fics with strong brotp feels with Ron? It could be with either Harry or Draco or both☺️☺️

Thanks anon! Oh yes, love me some Ron appreciation 🙌 I hope you enjoy these. Will also link my Dron/Dronarry reclist here, to celebrate the announcement of DronarryFest 2023!

Champion by @shealwaysreads (2021, T, 7k)

Harry thought his Eighth Year would be simple and easy. And it sort of is, though not in the ways he expected.

Come as You Are by @peachpety (2021, E, 8k). his school AU

If asked, Harry Potter would categorize his high school senior year as normal: football, friends, and one devastating crush on his tutor, Draco Malfoy. When presented with an opportunity to help Draco, Harry rises to the occasion. Unfortunately, so does his dick. Sparks fly and alarms blare… and the Hogwarts Owlz Gossip twitter feed blows up.

And a Malfoy in a Pear Tree by lauren3210 (2015, E, 8k)

Draco works in a coffee shop. Harry drops by every day to get his fix. Of coffee, Ron.

What I thought by @bafflinghaze (2014, E, 8k)

Draco thought they were in a relationship. Harry thought it was just sex.

Party of Two by fireflavored (2012, E, 13k)

Drinking, sex, and a total misreading of the concept of fuck buddies.

Give Me a Quiet Mind by @wellhalesbells (2013, T, 16k)

Draco is Weasley’s assistant. Except for the week he’s not. Whose brilliant idea was that again? Featuring offices in Edinburgh, an epic Measley Bromance (that no one will admit exists), several unrequited crushes, fantastical revenge scenarios, coffee snobbery, the dreaded – yet adorable – toddler terror, promises of organ swapping, a play about Scottish history (no one cares), sequins, and the League of Snarky Secretaries!

you've got the antidote for me by Kandakicksass (2018, M, 20k)

When Harry Potter unintentionally severs their soulbond before it can fully form, Draco Malfoy resigns himself to a slow death and decides not to burden Harry with a soulmate he's made it very clear he doesn't want. He's never been selfless before, but for Harry, he can try.

We Might Be Too Old for a Bildungsroman by @wellhalesbells (2015, T, 21k)

Harry finds something he’s been looking for since the war’s end. Admittedly, the packaging’s a bit odder than he expected.

Peeking behind the Curtain by @wellhalesbells (2013, M, 23k)

Draco sees things he really, really wishes he didn't. If only to get out of all the homework that comes with it.

Weapon of Choice by @lou-isfake (2021, T, 25k) - Medieval AU

Sir Malfoy is in need of a sword. The blacksmith isn’t supposed to ask why.

Expecto Patronum by @writcraft (E, 35k)

Harry Potter is the most sought after celebrity in wizarding Britain. His every movement is scrutinised, his relationships questioned and his photographs plastered over every paper. Harry's used to everyone thinking he’s a hero and has had plenty of time to learn how to keep his biggest secrets hidden from the press. As Draco Malfoy negotiates his feelings for the wizarding world's brightest star, he becomes increasingly attached to Harry and unravels the secrets he keeps hidden from the rest of the world.

Clouds That Veil the Midnight Moon by @drarrytrash (2020, E, 36k)

According to Harry’s personal narrative regarding the incident, he’d hooked up with Draco Malfoy for purely self-destructive reasons, or out of convenience, or by some unlucky accident. Looking at him, sprawled in the moonlight, Harry is devastated to recall that he’d hooked up with Draco Malfoy because he’s hot.

Cauldron Full of Hot, Strong Love by @aibidil (2017, E, 80k)

In which a group of wizards' rights activists goes on the offensive after a prohibition against love potions, forcing the magical world to confront the horror of magic's role in sexual assault and the murky legal nature of consent. Ron, Hermione, Harry, and Draco are swept together to solve the case, and in the process they're made to confront their own love and lust—with and without potions.

A Sword Laid Aside by @korlaena (2018, E, 128k)

When Draco’s cover is blown during a deep undercover operation and the Ministry is compromised, Ron takes Draco to the only safe place he can think of—Potter. Hiding out with a taciturn Harry Potter, who has been missing from the Wizarding World for almost two decades after a shocking fall from grace, is nothing like Draco thought it would be.

By the Grace by lettered (2020, T, 140k)

Harry is an Auror instructor. Malfoy wants to be an Auror.

#asks #anon #drarry reclist #Harry & Ron brOTP #Ron & Draco brOTP

[jaynovz]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

Oh hi, thanks so much for sending this!

did the twin flame bruise paint you blue aka Break Up AU:

My favorite story of all time is of course my monster of a Silverflint mod au/novel. My pinned post gives a more thorough summary of this extravaganza, but basically: Silver and Flint meet back up at a holiday party a year-ish after a devastating break up and the cycle of heartache and desperate unhealthy codependency begins again.

This took over a year of my life to write, it nearly fuckin killed me lol. it's my greatest accomplishment. Complete with two interlocking timelines, alternating POV, a shitton of introspective kinky porn, doing the hardest parts of original fiction and fanfiction at the same time, and writing an ambiguous ending that feels the way that canon does.

and I nailed it imo. please enjoy the pride of my life (so far!)

the sweetest devotion, hitting me like an explosion aka Cupcakes AU:

Funny, sweet, and sad all at the same time. Mine and @brinnanza's baker Flint and guitarist Silver rom com, complete with an INTENSIVE beat for beat structure that like, god I’m so fucking proud of and was def the precursor for learning how to write Break Up AU.

I love this verse intensely, it holds a special place in my heart. It's basically the only time the boys get a happy ending :P

Also exists in podfic form!

in this garden there’s no feeling aka Hanahaki/flowers au:

Written as a prompt for Beach Blanket Blacks Sails Event in 2021.

This might actually be the piece I’m most proud of from a canon Silver character study angle. I really crawled deep into his head for this (derogatory). It was also VERY VERY difficult technically/structurally. Got to explore the Howell-Silver dynamic the way I always wanted while executing the hanahaki trope in… a very Silver-y way. 

This is not for the faint of heart lol.

a stained glass variation of the truth aka the Silver backstory: 

Yeah I'm still putting this one. This may be the most deeply personal piece I've written to date. In many ways it's my fucking heart and soul. A character study and a writing exercise, just one potential “what happened to Silver,” by no means a definitive take since that doesn’t exist. But I wrote this to get into his head more, or to have him get into mine maybe lmao, to fully embrace and understand him as a character as much as possible. It was hard, excessively researched, gave me fits, and was fucking PAINFUL EMOTIONALLY lol but I love it to pieces.

Also was the first podfic I ever recorded, if you would rather listen.

sipping on your lips, hanging on by a thread aka Milkingfic:

I talk a lot about John fucking Silver around here, but this story is a full on thorough Captain James Flint brain swizzling. I'm so proud of this character study of Flint as shown through magic freak lactation. Yep you read that right! I made it work and it's fucking brilliant if I do say so myself. Featuring Silverflint becoming partners through strife much earlier, humor, reveling in joyous sensation, and Big Flint Gender Feels.

Oh also, it's really REALLY hot.

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Thanks for asking! My answers had changed a bit from the last time I did this challenge and it was really validating to see how far I've come since then. Mwah.

#anon #thoughts #my writing #black sails #silverflint #break up au #hanahaki au #flowers au #cupcakes au #gf cupcakes are a love language u homeless asshole #all too well verse #the silver backstory #silver backstory #podfic #ask game #milkingfic #john silver #james flint

[blu3pers]

Can you write Jessie, Ashley, Nora, and Lillian, with an s/o who is extremely innocent and dense. No matter how many hints they give their s/o or even tell it to their face, they still remain incredibly oblivious.

Thanks for the request! Apologies for going quiet suddenly. I’ve been reading more than writing lately since I need to recharge a bit more before the semester starts and I don’t wanna stress out by forcing myself to write. The quality wouldn’t be the same then. Here’s something. It’s a lot for a request but enjoy :3

Confessing to a dense s/o

Jessie (Post Huniepop 2)

You were a local on Inna de Poona, learning the history of the island was natural to you. So natural that you were socially oblivious when it came to people flirting with you. Your politeness was often mistaken for interest and sweet nature could be seen as flirting.

You happen to have heard Jessie talking with Lola about her daughter and couldn’t help but give her advice. “It’s best to start off slow with her. Try and find a way to meet up, then see if there is a way to mend your relationship.” Though Jessie has met her fair share of nice people, there was something about your honest grin that made her take your words to heart.

Lola was actually the first to pick up on your density. She has seen tourists try and flirt with the native cutie but alas, you were out of reach. Of course, she warned Jessie of this, knowing her friend. It was certainly interesting watching the cougar slip over her own words for once. “Your lips are gonna bleed if you keep biting them, Miss Jessie! Please be cautious of your habit.” You have never heard Lola laugh so hard before.

Seduction was a nope. But compliments were a yes. Whenever she praised you, it was like the sun came out when you smiled. Dates were… iffy. You treated them like you were friends. “Right. We should hold hands! I know this place inside and out. It’s easy to get lost in the afternoon.” “…No. Hun, that’s not-“ Actually, never mind. This is fine. She’ll smile to herself as you eagerly show her around the island outside of the resort.

In all her years, she thinks that your innocence is a breath of fresh air and she’s willing to take it steady. It’s nice to slow down and take in the sweeter things in life. Even if you don’t exactly get romance, it’s relaxing to hear you talk about your home.

Ashley Rosemarry

Ashley’s band decided to also vacay with her and one of them had the brilliant idea to challenge her. “I bet you can’t get in the bartender’s pants.” “Oh yeah? Well, your wallet says otherwise.” And that’s where you come in. You were working the night shift when she came up to you to shoot her shot.

Funnily enough, you brushed it off as cockiness, and laughed at her face, then got to know the band along with her. It was annoying at first but she grew to appreciate your friendliness. “I’d be happy to give my boss a recommendation if you wanna perform here!” So she started to see you more often and that’s when she noticed that you brushed off all attempts from everyone.

So it wasn’t her? Were you ace? Did you already have someone? Ashley asked you almost immediately and you response left her dumbfounded. “Flirting? Since when would anyone flirt with me?! Hah! But if you ever meet or hear anyone that wants to date me, let them know that I’m open.” … But literally she asked you out. Are you stupid?

Dense. You were so. Fucking. Dense. It was infuriating but now she knew. Unlike Jessie, she doesn’t think it as cute. It was annoying to see people around you try and get your attention, only to fail because you brushed it off as friendly. She will force herself to give you lessons on social cues. Basically taking you under her wing.

This is more of a personal opinion because of her baggage, so feel free to ignore this last one. I feel like Ashley would then play wingwoman. Since she doesn’t like being tied down, she’s sorta teaching you what romance and flirting is like.

Nora Delrio

This could be connected to Ashley or not, that’s up to your interpretation, but you met Nora through her. Maybe you even got a job at the resort with Nora’s help because you needed a way to get money and she thought you were decent, so Nora would see you around. It wasn’t until you both had a lunch break when she finally bonded with you. “Here. I’m not gonna finish all this. Do you want some?” “Shit, really? Man, I really appreciate it.”

She’s like a stray. Once you feed her, she’ll come back. Because of her baggage, *cough* emotionally guarded *coughcough* it’ll take Nora a bit of time to actually begin to like you romantically. So she doesn’t realize how dense you are until someone tells her. In this case, it’s Ashley and she takes the time to observe you.

You end up reminding her of Candy and Suki, only much more innocent and sweet rather than ditzy. So how on earth did you wiggle yourself into her heart? By being genuine. You aren’t trying to get in her pants or flirting with her for the sake of it. You were just being you. Sure, your obliviousness could get on her nerves, but that added to your charm in a way. Oblivious-pining for a good few months.

When she was trying to ask you out, it was usually interrupted. Maybe it was a call for overtime or Candy pleading for another hit. One time, Ashley proudly announced herself and interrupted her before being cursed out in Spanish by a frustrated Nora. You barely managed to stop her from throwing hands.

However, if it wasn’t for her, Nora wouldn’t have finally told you that she loves you. “Listen, I got really pissed off because I planned this day out. I… have a confession to make. The truth is I really like you and I was hoping that you felt the same.” “Oh. Of course I do, Nora! You’re my best friend.” “No! You-! Ugh! That’s not what I meant! I fucking love you and your stupid ass!”

Lillian Aurawell

You met Lil before she dropped out of high school as the ‘kid-next-door’ type, so you’ve known each other for quite a bit. Unlike her angsty character, you were always bright and sunny. Her parents thought that you would rub off on each other, for good or bad, but somehow keep a good balance with each other. “The only decent thing about going to that stupid island is all the tail I could-“ “When you say tail, you mean you want to have-“ “Ugh! YES. But don’t phrase it like a fucking weirdo!”

You accompanied your best friend to the island and took in the whole resort with a smile. But unlike her, you could charm the entire place with friendly character, which is probably why she liked you. Rather than getting annoyed and scorning Lillian about her dark sense of humor, you actually laughed at her jokes. Not to mention how caring you were. Honestly, how many of her friends were willing to bring extra inhalers or let their friends ‘borrow’ some money.

However, as much as she liked you, it was that stupid density that made her infuriated with you. “Hey. I’m bored.” “Uhm… Okay, and? What does that, like, have to do with me?” “I dunno. You’re the one who usually does something... so do something.” Lillian never puts up with anyone, but she didn’t mind you. Ashley noticed that and latched onto that to tease her for eternity.

The only reason Lillian would admit her feelings is if enough people tell her to go for it. As her best friend, she knows that your innocence is problematic with romance. “Sooo… there’s too many stupid people telling me what to do these days but, do you, like, wanna go out together sometime?” “Don’t we do that already?” “I mean like on a date! God…” “Yeah. We always go on dates together!” “Oh my fucking god. How stuuupid can you be?! I mean… can we be an item?” Of course, that didn’t get through to you either.

She despises being soft because it makes her vulnerable. You make her vulnerable. You were on your phone when she wanted to try confessing again. “So, how do you tell someone that you like them?” “Hm. You mean love them or like them as a friend?” “The first one.” “Just tell them. Why? Did you finally find someone you like?” “Uhm… sure. But I’ve been trying to tell them for, like, EVER.” “Well, just say it to their face.” Honestly? She should’ve expected this but sometimes your density knew no bounds. “Okayyyyyy…. I love you.” “Heh. Yeah, just like that!” “You have got to be fucking kidding me!?”

#huniepop #huniepop x reader #huniepop jessie #jessie maye #jessie maye x reader #huniepop ashley #ashley rosemarry #huniepop nora #nora delrio #nora delrio x reader #huniepop lillian #lilliran aurawell #lillian aurawell x reader

[mangoshorthand]

Your thoughts on the Five going to school/college in S4 speculations? And Five’s journey in S4 in general? I kind of dislike the idea. The man is nearly 60 and tired, I want him to have a break instead of dealing with teens and homework.

I can understand where the thoughts are coming from though, because what is he supposed to do at 13 with no powers, but I can imagine he would be so done there, and you can see he is cleanly uncomfortable being stucked in his teenage body. Two new characters where officially introduced to work as professors, maybe Five will be one too? Probably for maths?

In general I am curious where the story will go for him.

Will he stay in his body and catch up the years he lost in the apocalypse? Because I remember Aidan saying something like Five never got to discover who he really is. But then he would be mentally like, over 100 in the future?

Will he get his old body back? But Aidan not playing his last scene would be sad, Aidan is born for this role. Aidan is Five.

Will he die? Sounds logical since we have the problem with his body, and he is always the one who tries to saves everyone’s ass. (And still gets scolded instead of getting a hug or thank you, which bugs me). But Five dying after everything he’s been through would also break not me but I guess everyone who loves his character.

I am sorry for the long ask, but I really liked your answer about AroAce Five and I am interested in your thoughts about this as well!

Well, ya know, now you meeenntion it, I actually have a fic on Ao3 about Five ending up in juvie after losing his powers, called Alias Number Five so you might consider this as part of my speculation on a possible S4 trajectory. But enough pushing my own shit:

School/University?

I don't see Five going to school. I think, even in a situation where he was forced to, it would be clear that he could pass his final exams within the first month and he would be accelerated. I don't think he would tolerate school. I can imagine him enjoying being around kids in the way an indulgent uncle might but I don't think he'd tolerate a school setting for long. University is more likely in my opinion. I think Five is someone who wants rest, but I honestly think he would get bored shitless of retirement within a couple of weeks. He might have the memories and experience of an older man, but his body is not. A lot of the physical and mental tiredness you get when you're older is physiological (the brain and body slowing down, becoming less adaptable) and Five has the physical body and brain as a young person. He'd simply have too much energy to spend 70+ years fucking about fishing and gardening. I can see academia in something like maths, engineering or theoretical physics as a happy medium: he would have a long term project but enough time to breathe while he did it. Very little urgency, plenty of time to goof off and find himself, time to actually grow up and discover who he is. Just like we all do at college.

Body?

I doubt Five will get his body back. And I don't want that for him either. He actually does need to grow up and learn to navigate the non-apocalyptic world and relationships with other humans. He needs the time and energy that the younger body will give him to do that. All my fics about him are, at their core, about his inability to do this, (or learning how to). I find it really interesting to imagine how he would approach normal interpersonal things (e.g. romantic relationships, communicating his feelings, parenthood) when his most formative years were spent without other people. He's naive yet jaded and that's a fascinating combination. Also, as great as AG is, I have to put in a shout for Old Five's actor. Sean Sullivan is brilliant too and definitely does the character justice. Their work together is very impressive.

Death?

I think his death is not unlikely as a plot point. If he does, I think he will die in the way that Allison and Klaus 'appeared' to die and then came back. How they'll achieve that, I don't know. Five is a very self-sacrificing person and I have no doubt he would sacrifice himself for his siblings if called upon to do so. It would make sense for his character. I am also frustrated by how much his siblings take this for granted, (another theme in Alias Number Five!), and Five choosing to die to save them could be the thing to kick them up the ass and get them to start appreciating him. It would make narrative sense, you know?

Thanks for the ask. I like to pontificate. 😊

#Sean Sullivan is life #mango muses #tua five #headcanon #five hargreeves #fanfic #just pushing my fics #don't mind me #whistles innocently

[quercussp]

i watched dan's video and i was really pleasantly surprised at both how good the video was but even more that i honestly enjoyed it as much as i did.

9 times out of 10 dan's content causes me massive anxiety. even if i really like it. even if it's brilliant. it still causes me just so much emotion that i fully go into an anxiety spiral. dan is someone who just like me tends to have a lot of feelings, so him expressing those big feelings often made me overflow, along with people in the community. and the more emotion was flowing in the community (even if it's positive) the more overwhelmed i would get.

for some reason, this video just hit totally differently, both in how i feel about it, and how the fandom space reacts to it. maybe it's because we are all old and tired, maybe because in the absence of content we've learned to slightly regulate ourselves better.

maybe it's because we all have so much shit on our minds. or maybe because this video was just very very very well done. i think dan is right that whenever he does something that he loves, whenever it is a collaboration, he tends to shine. i think that's why some of his best content is with phil, not only because of the obvious chemistry, but because working with someone else makes dan a better creator. and that's not a jibe at him at all, like i'm not saying he's a bad creator solo, it's that when dan is doing something on his own, he tends to overthink it and overstress about it to the point of it passing on to his audience, and i totally relate to that. people need people, and it's so great that he has found a group of people who can help him do what makes him happy.

i also think he is right, that BIG was a video that you can't really follow up on. it was the best he could do and it was (and is) an absolute masterpiece of a youtube video. it felt kind of validating for me to hear him say that, i don't know why.

in any case, i'm excited about this future. i'm excited about having the phandom be in my life as a positive and lovely safe space of people i love, i'm excited to have a future that's not all about me just silently praying that the thing that i love so much, the people i love and the relationship between them that i love is not an act or a way to sell me ads. i'm excited to see a happy and honest dan making boundaries and finding himself. i'm excited for phil to make 10 minute videos about stupid stuff that makes me and him smile and getting the cash they need to buy super fancy stuff in their super fancy apartment. i'm excited for them to be happy. i mean, that's what your thirties are for, right? being happy and content?

and also, fuck dan's so right, a dan and phil traveling show in 2016??? that would be so fucking big, whoever made the decision to redlight that needs to find a new career.

and also, thank you dan, for giving me a 90 minute break during which i could care about something other than the war. i know it sounds silly, and i know it's stupid that a rich british guys life is what has the capability to distract me from the worst thing that has ever happened to me or my loved ones, but it's true. i haven't been able to watch films, tv series, read books. i can't even listen to music. the only content i can consume is true crime or for some weird reason detailed descriptions of ship wrecks. giving me something to truly care about, even for a little bit, has been a wonderful break.

hence this stupid wall of text.

#phan #i love you guys #my incredibly tiny part of the internet #full of tired gays #who follow me because 3 years ago i made a rec list of phanfics #and somehow still follow me to this day #even though i post no content and am a sack of sad potatoes #and i check my dash every day #and i see the people i basically grew up with being excited about something #most of the time i dont' even know their names #but i feel close to them #and to you

[tellmegoodbye]

Hello Harley! nice ask week query for you! give me your top 5 Lone Star scenes please and thank you 💜

Top five scenes??? Gosh, This is hard!!

Before we start, Hello. My name is Harley and I love angst. My choices here probably explain a lot...

I am doing this off the top of my head because I have never put a list together until now. It is also very late so if I forget an iconic scene that would be criminal for me to leave out, I'm sorry. I will definitely correct myself in the morning and add onto this if that is the case.

The best scene in the entire show HAS to be the TK waking up/Grace giving birth sequence, right? I think it's safe to say that nobody is doing it like her. Just the two extremely emotional situations that could only really be described as miracles, both coming to fruition after four episodes of angst. The music choice?? The acting??? TK and Carlos finding their way back to each other and barely having to say anything, and Grace and Judd being able to have this experience together in spite of everything that stood in that path. The pain you can feel from Owen as he watches a new life coming into this world, unaware that his son is waking up at the same exact time. Like the choices that were made here were just brilliant. Push, my beloved, there is a reason I just wrote 23k words about you.

This is a combination of two from the same episode, the first one being that period of silence after Tommy finds Charles in 2x13. It's one of the most emotional scenes I've ever watched in any show, and it does so much without relying on sound. The second one is at the end of the same episode where she is finally able to cry, and this is also one of my favorite musical moments from the show, if you recognized the lyrics in my blog title!

The entire plane landing sequence in 3x08. Another favorite musical moment of mine, but also just an amazing scene in general. I'm a sucker for all the 'begins' type episodes, and the way that scene switches between the past and present is really well done and definitely gets me crying every time.

I absolutely have to include the scene in 2x02 where we get a glimps at each character mourning after Tim's death. It's another one of those scenes that does a lot with very little. Incredible acting, and it gave us that beautiful moment where TK comes home to Carlos and collaspes in his arms. Such a memorable scene for me.

I'm going to be on my Owen bs for a hot second here so please bear with me. It had actually been a while since I watched this scene so I almost forgot how much I enjoyed it, but I watched 3x18 again recently and the scene where Owen is hallucinating talking to Gwyn fucking broke me. As well as the rest of the scene that followed where he's rescued. The best way I could describe their love story is a beautiful tragedy. You can tell Owen has carried around a lot of guilt for how it ended, and you can't help but wonder how different things could have been if they had worked out, and if she had lived. I think it was an incredibly important scene to have as well, if you also take into account everything we learned about Owen in 3x15 and 3x16. His journey over the past two seasons is something I have appreciated immensely. We learned that he lost his brother and his father in different, yet equally tragic ways, he lost the love of his life, he lost a brother AGAIN so soon after metting him, and after all that loss he still had to find a way to focus on the people who were still there. I think that 3x18 scene in particular is beautiful, but it also sums up a lot of the emotions I have surrounding his character and why I love him so much.

Honorable mentions include: soulmates scene, proposal scene, intro scene in 4x18 where they postpone the wedding, the entire being alive sequence, the call between Grace and that astronaut in 1x10, Hen and Owen talking when they're trapped in the mine in 2x03, Carlos crying after the fire, Marjan keeping herself alive by hallucinating her younger self in road kill, and literally any scene from saving grace and shift-less.

Plus many others that I have inevitably forgotten. Please yell at me and tell me what I missed because I can be a ding dong sometimes and I am overdo for a full rewatch.

#I apologize to any owen haters who stumble upon this #my blog is not an owen-hater friendly environment #I unapologetically adore him and he is my favorite after TK and Carlos #I am biased for good musical moments as well as flashbacks of any kind if that wasn't obvious #I love you character development I love you cinematography #I love you to whoever it is that works at 911 and 911ls who decided to include a shinedown song in both shows YOU ARE MY HERO #the how did you love scene also goes hard #okay I have rambled wayyyy too much and I have no idea how to format this in order to make it more readable #I'm so sorry my brain just doesn't know how to shut up #asks #911 lone star

[mari-lair]

again and again, ur ideas are such a treat! i enjoy them quite a lot to the point that i kept coming back to reread them and enjoy ur art as well!

but i do wonder how terukane can happen and work in that magical school from one of aidairo universes? somewhat unlike the last two – which are, again, brilliant and angst-fuel and amazing and hilarious – it seems like the magical world would cause a lot of misunderstandings? that is, if those two started dating before nene and aoi (coughs witch gfs coughs) started the whole "oops we accidentally turned some people into food and now we have to eat them to turn them back to normal but said food-human will fall in love with us for 24hrs hehe" – i reread it again and realized that out of context it is fucking concerning so apologies for that

and have a wonderful day!

Thank you, I’m happy you enjoy my content! and I can’t believe you re-read my au rambles, that’s so nice <3 

I had no info on Hanako of magic before you threw this wild summary at me, so I had to do some research, and I was baffled to realize the plot it’s exactly like you said. We don’t get much focus on Teru and Akane but their designs are very cute, just look at them!

Teru is a waiter at a popular dinner, he isn’t allowed in the kitchen but he is fast in the cashier and serves well. His looks and charisma are responsible for 80% of the dinner’s loyal clients so the owners always put him to work hard, paying him accordingly. He learned being a bit flirty gives a lot of tips so he occasionally sprinkles compliments to the regulars he likes the most, nothing special, but still enough for his fans to stay up at night replaying it like a broken recorder. 

Akane is a class representative, the school library assistant, and a very hard-working student. He is friends with Aoi, aware she has a job after school (cover for her magic training ) so he takes care of her workload when she looks too tired, usually isolating himself in the school library.

He only goes to Teru’s dinner when is very late and the place is near empty, liking their burgers but not the noisy crowd. They don’t talk much at first, Akane always politely shooshes Teru and his small talk attempts away so he can concentrate, rolling his eyes at the flirty winks he is given. He only starts to see Teru as more than a hot guy that knows how to use his charisma to get what he wants when the waiter casually stopped to help Akane with his homework every time he passed by his table, offering tips. Akane was delighted by his shortcuts, having no complaints when the waiter sat down on his table to properly teach him, commenting on the ridiculous amount of books on his table but still helping.

As embarrassing as it is to admit, even too himself, sometimes Teru's moves make Akane's heart flutter. He can see why the bastard is popular...

Teru finds Akane adorable, his wit and determination positively charming, and he ain’t subtle in his favoritism. He’ll flirt with Akane more than anyone to see his reactions, always testing what he can get away with, he also tell his coworkers to make his meal special: add more cream in his coffee, make sure to give him extra fries, add the juiciest patty, so on… 

The boy work so hard on everything he does, he deserved a good meal.

Akane doesn’t notice at first, he came there to eat and study and occasionally banter with Teru, not analyze the menu. He only started to catch up to this blatant favoritism after he got a free drink, noticing a phone number scribbled on his gift with the message “Your visits are the highlight of my day! Call me <3 - Teru” 

Akane wasn’t sure if this was Teru being his flirty self, looking for a fling, so he started to pay more attention to his surroundings, noticing quickly that not only does Teru give him special treatment, but that the way he flirts with people is far more lowkey than how he flirts with Akane. The most he does is wink and blow a kiss, he never sits down with the other clients, much less caress their hair and whisper how ‘cute’ they are in their ear when he pass them by, as he does with Akane.

Akane gets so flustered by the realization Teru had only had eyes for him the whole time, that he nearly trips when the waiter puts a hand on his ear, mimicking a telephone, and winks, mouthing ‘call me’. Akane overthinks every interaction they ever had, running home and getting into a staring contest with a plastic cup with a scribbled phone number for way too long. Thankfully, Akane ends up calling him. Teru teases him for being oblivious right of the bat, their banter lasts more than one hour, ended with the promise to have a date to test things out.

When the date arrives: Teru looks even hotter in casual clothes, so Akane makes sure to comment on it, able to flirt now that the shock and embarrassment passed, fueled by the knowledge Teru genuinely likes him. They fluster each other like it’s a competition, extending the date by going to Akane’s house and having so much chemistry they end up sleeping in the same bed, being official by the morning.

Their relationship is not exactly a secret but they keep it on the low, not sure how Teru's fangirls would react to it.

They had plans for Halloween, but their plan was ruined by a magical smoke attack. Akane was down for the count, thanks to Nene’s decking him, but Teru was dizzy with love, so enamored with Nene he didn’t care about anything! Openly flirting with her, wanting all her attention, only able to think about her for the day.

When Halloween died, so did the love spell. Teru was very weirded out… He had vague memories of being clingy with Nene but he felt no attraction to her, so he chalked everything as a strange dream.

Akane was confused and cranky when he woke up, he seems to have completely missed halloween and he had a mysterious headache. His confusion turned into unease when he went to visit the dinner at the dreaded crowded hours to check on his boyfriend, seeing the typical hoard of fans surround Teru but being surprised to see them question if he was dating nene instead of making their usual request for Teru’s attention. 

Akane isn’t the jealous type, but there was a photo being shown around that made him pause. And the thing that got him wasn’t even how touchy Teru was being with Nene, it was how smitten he looked: Completely and utterly in love.

Akane doesn’t want to believe Teru would ever have an affair, he is too dedicated and whipped for that, but he also can’t ignore the picture and how in love he looks. When the Dinner is closing, Akane asks for an explanation, trying to sound as non-confrontational as he can, but Teru doesn’t have an explanation. Not really. He admits that he felt weird and thought it was a dream cause Halloween passed so fast and he had dreamed of being turned into a king’s cake (which Akane could, weirdly enough, relate to, having dreamed of being a devil cake himself) before ‘falling in love’ with Nene.

Akane is not 100% satisfied with the explanation, but he can’t handle how lost Teru looks, weak to the way he sounds so confident when declaring “you’re the only one for me cupcake” yet not fully able to hide his fear when adding “please believe me, please. You are the best thing that happened to me.” so he gives him the benefit of the doubt.

Akane asks for Nene's side of… whatever happened… when he sees her in class. She is so horrified to learn they are dating, apologizing on repeat and being so openly guilty and ashamed Akane eventually pressed her enough for the witch to slip about the love spell.

This raised so many questions, Akane doesn't even know where to begin. But it does reassure him to know Teru's love for Nene wasn't real.

#terukane #Have a good day as well humanoidblob! #or night!! (it is rather late for me i gotta sleep) #this ramble got surprisingly slice-of-life-ish but i hope you enjoyed it as well! :D #ooc cause teru is overall happier with his life here #hanako kun of magic

[saltsanford]

AO3 wrapped!

Respond to this with what you would call the top 5 fanfics you’ve read in 2022. Any genre! Any ship! (Bonus points: if you’re a creator, make this a 5+1 and include your favorite fic you wrote in 2022!)

Then leave this in your friends’ asks too. Let’s give creators one more spotlight before the year ends, and share some of what we’ve enjoyed along the way!

YES thank you for the ask, i LOVE talking about my favorite fics i want everyone to read them and discuss them with me like an insane little book club

in no ranking order (this was so hard to narrow down but these are ones that i've read over and over/the first fics that i would rec to a friend who just finished TCW and wanted the good shit):

flowers growing on the edge of a crater by TheTenthSunrise

FIIIIIIIIIIIIVES. au where fives lives and the press figures out he's the one who exposed palpatine as the sith (prior to this his identity was a secret). IT IS. SO GOOD. this fic does a beautiful job of digging into how fives might feel after that whole mess and how the public wants a hero with no real understanding of what any of the clones have been through. fives and echo are the heart of this fic, but every character shines. this is part of a series of one-shots called domino, every fic is fabulous but this one is my particular fav.

i'm tall at heart by mipmaps

thire is one of those "he was in one whole episode and i would die for him" characters for me. i had some loose headcanons about the fact that thire starts as a lieutenant and then becomes a commander, but this fic takes that concept and just FUCKING RUNS WITH IT. fox's desperation to protect thire and NOT promote another commander even though they're all drowning is so, so good. thire's characterization is distinct and fantastic; he is kindhearted and brilliant and feels so real. this is also part of a series including a WIP that i'm currently losing my mind over.

the wounds you see by picklebridge

the umbara arc is my favorite in the series and i need ALL THE FIC FOR IT. this one features kix and rex in the aftermath, and of course gets into the angst of That Line from kix. kix is my boy and he is so good in this, and so is rex, and so is their difficult conversation. there's something about a well-characterized missing moment fic that gets me every time, and this one is a missing moment masterclass.

That Cave You Call a Chest by postapocalyptic_cryptic

speaking of things i need all the fic for, rex after kadavo is also at the top of that list and holy shit does this one deliver. the medbay is packed after the rescue, so cody looks after rex himself. cody's POV is just top-notch here, with this brisk practicality overlaying a deep bitterness and terror. also the hurt-comfort vibes are basically everything i look for in a fic.

their days are darker by @calamity-aims

last but certainly not least is THIS BEAUTY OF A MAGNUM OPUS. wolffe snoops around the coruscant guard after fox shoots fives, starting to suspect something is wrong. this is the fic that made me really think about what the war might look like for the guard and is so lovingly characterized and well-written. the way the tension slowly ratchets up as more and more horrors are revealed + the ways different characters react to what they learn is SO. GOOD. everyone's voice is SO distinct, the hurt-comfort is immaculate, and i am on the edge of my seat every time i reread this despite having done so...several times.

honorable mentions:

stylus-pushing and other workplace hazards by purgetrooperfox

our guard (a docu-holo sponsored by the coruscant communcations bureau) by fortinbrasftw

corrie red by musicmillennia

unchained hearts and homes by thelaststraws

the brother swimming beneath me by svitzian

vode an by epsiloneridani

ahhhh okay i need to stop or i'll be here all night, seriously i read SO MANY amazing fics this year, thank you all

and for the +1, my favorite fic i wrote this year is my WIP, let the river in. this might end up being my favorite fic i've ever written, not only because my writing has come such a long way + i love all of the characters in it so much, but because of how much fun i'm having. i feel like i'm 14 again writing self-insert LOTR fic in my algebra notebook. it's honestly been amazing to find that kind of joy again in my writing. to just...play.

#answered #my txt #thank you for the ask!! #fic rec

[youngjusticeslut]

What didn't you like about ep 24?

Thanks for asking! Just a usual disclaimer, if you loved the episode, you don't have to agree with me! These are just my thoughts and feelings, and if you really enjoyed it, that's awesome, I'm super happy for you. And to be completely fair, I'm including all of the things I did like as well!

The Good

Genuinely wasn't expecting that flashback scene. That was like a punch in the gut of emotions and I give credit for that.

I thought Tomar Tu was cute and I felt bad for him. He gives off good boy vibes.

Kaldur was serving looks in the PZ colors.

I like the Orion and Raquel friendship. Wasn't a huge fan of the resolution to that plotline in the previous arc, but I really liked how he was just like '...yes you should totally use raquel.. yes, she would be useful here.'

The Questionable

There were some scenes where the animation was really good (Tinya's home planet), and then some where the animation was really bad (sorry to say, but the flashback. They all looked so wooden and stiff). Mixed bag for sure.

That line in the beginning where Lor says "I believe I know your father. He was a Green Lantern of impressive skill, I hope you follow in his footsteps 😁" gave me such a visceral and disgusted reaction. I couldn't decide if it was brilliant writing or horrific writing but either way, the writer needs to go sit in a corner for that one because that was fucked up.

The Bad

The scene with Lor in the beginning. So you're telling me that after Lor and co. caused a huge disturbance on New Genesis and straight up committed murder, his face isn't on a galactic wanted poster everywhere? I'm not saying they had to take a picture of him or anything, but they couldn't put out a physical description? How was this man able to show up on Oa, ask a bunch of really suspicious questions about the whereabouts of the Kaiser Thrall, and get away with it? Makes no sense to me. Hurt even more when Killowog seemed sus and then went about his business.

So, the Team's plan was essentially to just show up, go "hey conner we're here!!!!! let's go home" and they thought it would be that easy? No actual strategy or plan behind it? No backup, save for the Kryptonite? For six people who are supposed to be at the top of their game, that felt super wrong.

Why was Raquel constantly getting beaten up? Everyone this season seems underpowered (except, like, Child) but this was irritating to watch.

I know Danny Chase was a huge comics cut and that's fine, but dear god that accent was terrible.

They had to say "I'll cut straight to the point" like twice, and it essentially meant, hey, we're about to plot dump on you.

There was such a big emphasis placed on M'gann and her not finding out about Conner, and an implication on how serious it would be once she did find out, so to have J'emm and Tinya show up and basically exposit the entire season to her felt super anticlimactic and disappointing.

Tinya....... so "Imra" straight up said that Lor kidnapped them, and instead of being on guard, Tinya spills every detail of the plot to rescue them and Conner. Like... what????? Did she learn from Conner how to spill things at the wrong moments?

Why was Violet not asked to join on this mission. Their powerset (and especially being, you know, a motherbox) would have been super important for this mission. Or hell, even Vic could have been extremely useful.

Black Lightning remains one of the most frustrating characters to me who makes infuriatingly wrong decisions. He knows that this mission is extremely important and dangerous, and instead of building a proper team with backup on Thrombus, he brings.... Superman.... who is almost useless under a Red Sun. Ok. Not like, half the League and the Green Lantern Corps, who might want to protect and Avenge Tomar-Re... but just Superman. That makes sense.

Speaking of silly decisions, the Team really didn't think to let anyone know of their plan? Just in case things go south?? Makes sense.

The flashback just made it even more clear how much Will's absence is and the fact that he was actively discluded nearly the entire season is wrong. I don't care if he has other priorities, you can still write in a line about how he wanted to join but he was with Lian, or he had a Bowhunter thing, or anything. Jeez.

Anyway, I'm sure there are more things that I'm actively forgetting, but for now these are my main grievances. This episode really felt like it took all the creative theories and interesting storytelling, and chose the most boring, basic, and safest option for how things could have happened. 🤷‍♀️ I'm not going to talk about the lack of Dick in his "own" arc because they have long-established that the 'character driven arcs' is bullshit and I'm not surprised in the very least that this was how things went down.

#young justice #yj spoilers

[lavendertales]

Frostbite - Max Phillips x vampire!f!reader**

summary: you and Max kept things casual for months. No strings attached, no feelings whatsoever. But when Max hears what you truly think of him, he can’t help himself.

word count: 4.1k 

WARNINGS: bathroom sex, very cocky and kinda annoying Max, kind of enemies to fuck buddies/lovers. 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: soooo thanks to @wild-at-heart-kept-in-cage and her brilliant idea and because I wanted to give my baby girl Kat a great Christmas gift + this request, here we are! enjoy, my lovebugs. Happy Holidays to us sluts 😌

moodboard: @katronautt​ 

It started with a kiss. Unsolicited and downright rude the more time you spent thinking about it the day that it happened, but looking back on it today, months later, it was merely the tip of the iceberg. And it was so needed and desired in the end.

Working with Max Phillips, out of all people – or creatures, shall we say, more fitting – is torturous. He can be a real pain in the ass, obnoxious and even cruel if he needs be, but once the clock strikes five and the doors close, the story changes entirely.

You’ve learned that he was more than the regular nine to five jackass. He was also a jackass outside of the office which, admittedly, was part of his charm, but also… quite the generous lover. You’re not sure how you got in that position – and the others that ensued – because you vividly remember you were in a full-on argument with him, veins popping on his neck, your voice cracking and then suddenly his hands were roaming on your body, your teeth were sinking into his cold yet soft flesh and your bodies found each other with the same anger from before, one that also sparked an outrageous passion.

After that, it was smooth sailing to sin city.

Surprisingly, none of the tension and anger disappeared when you were at the office. You maintained the same shenanigans, the same banter, and no one even batted an eye at your professional relationship, let alone at the possibility of anything else. It was obvious that the two of you could barely stand each other. How could anyone think otherwise? There was pure hatred in each of your conversations, each of your visual contacts.

You still despise him. You still despise him profoundly as he teases and buries himself inside of you, as he thrusts manically just enough to send you over the edges of whatever was left of your lucidity. You still despise him when he makes you cum on his cock, on his fingers or tongue and sinks his teeth into your flesh, barely tearing up and never feasting on your blood. You still despise him even as you try everything possible behind closed doors, every position, every filthy desire and fantasy turned to reality. It’s a thrill that electrifies you, gives you a reason to feel slightly alive.

Hard as you might try, you can’t deny the man is fantastic at what he does. He might annoy you beyond any limits know to the mankind and the supernatural alike, but he knows his way around your body. He knows how to push your buttons, how to edge you and tease you, and how to please you.

“You’ve been so – fucking good for me today, sweetheart,” he grunts as he gives you a particularly hard thrust that nearly has you seeing stars.

The derogatory usage of the pet name has you grunting as well, but moving now when you’re so close would be a big mistake. And you know you’d never hear the end of it.

Max grabs the flesh of your hips again, this time harshly and he starts pounding into you full-force, using all of his speed, and fuck, you’re closer and closer – so close. You start to feel the heat of your impending climax sneaking up on you and also Max simply throbbing inside you and you know he’s close too. Bless and curse that super sensitivity that comes with your abilities.

When he starts to cuss out loud on a loop, you know he’s a goner; you’ve learned his body’s tells so well over the past few months that it felt like you’ve known him your entire existence. You moan over and over as you feel Max shooting his load deep inside you and you inevitably clench around him.

“Fuck – fuck, you – “

He doesn’t finish his thought and you’re more than thankful for that. You don’t need to hear the end of that sentence.

What you do need, however, is to feel him deep inside your bones, in your bloodstream, in any physical manner possible and however filthy. Max never fails to deliver on all fronts.

“Alright, well, this was fun as usual,” he seems to clear his throat, pulling out of you abruptly, “but daddy’s gotta skedaddle.”

You’re still a quivering mess, still on all fours the way this son of a bitch left you and you look astounded as he’s picking up his pants and boxers from the floor. This was just another instance when Max barely bothered to get undressed; he had been eager to get the job done.

You start cleaning yourself up and looking for your clothes, thinking you might as well go on with your day. You’re not sure why you’re feeling so melancholic, as if something was out of place. The arrangement you had worked out with Max was working flawlessly. There was all of the pleasure with none of the headache. You were satisfied, he was satisfied.

Why did you feel like that though?

“What did I say about referring to yourself as daddy?” you inquire, eyebrow cocked in his direction.

“Please, you can’t say you don’t like hearing it.”

He smirks at you, but you frown instead. Today it seems you’re feeling very indisposed and even a good fuck didn’t get it out of your system.

“I can and I will, watch me.”

Max rolls his eyes and huffs in an over-the-top loud way, looking at you one more time before sporting a polite smile.

“See you tomorrow for our appointment.”

He walks out the door and all you feel is resentment. A bitter and dark resentment for the professionally polite attitude he adopts towards you at the end of sex, more often than not. It’s not like you expect the full romance package or some shit but you’d sure appreciate a more than simply cordial treatment.

Even if he is a wild card in bed and he’s without a doubt the best sex you’ve ever had.

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  One thing you despise more than Max’s attitude is the insatiable curiosity of your co-workers, particularly the female ones. And particularly Jamie’s.

She’s a hard worker and a very trustworthy person for all intents and purposes, but confiding in her when it comes to your private life isn’t on your top priorities list. Yet, she seems to be hell bent on getting a confession out of you no matter the cost.

So she invited you to one of the most crowded bars in town for a couple of drinks that soon turned into five for her and two for you. Naturally, she got tipsy before your taste buds even had the chance to properly taste the alcohol, which meant she was all giddy and determined to have you disclose anything to her, regardless how big or small.

“You can’t tell me that boring office is your whole life!” she shouted at you.

“No need to shout, I’m right here, I can hear you.”

“Really? The music’s so loud!”

“So are you.”

Jamie chuckles and takes a big sip of her cocktail before leaning in to you.

“Come on! I thought we’re more than colleagues,” she pleads.

“Well… I do like you compared to the other weirdos at the office.”

“See?! Now come on, sharing time.”

You can’t help but chuckle in the slightest; drunk Jamie is sure as hell fun and at the very least you can count on her to lift your spirit.

Seeing how it takes you a while to actually open up, Jamie decides to take the lead. She smashes the glass on the bar, clears her throat and grabs your ice cold hands into hers, staring deeply into your eyes.

“I have a crush on Evan,” she blurts out.

To which you remain flabbergasted. “Evan?”

“He’s cute!”

Frowning and mouth ajar, you stare back at her without as much as a single blink.

“Evan,” you repeat, somewhat incredulous still.

“He’s cute, okay? And… he’s smart and hardworking…”

“You know what, I’m in no position to judge. He is a ridiculously nice guy, even for my standards.”

“Thank you!”

You smile briefly. “Okay. Since you opened the night with that… here it goes. I’ve been also… kind of seeing someone.”

Jaime’s jaw quite literally drops, and again you pass no judgement, especially given that she doesn’t even know the real story. It’s a well-known fact that you are an incredibly reserved person, rarely attending any events at the office and barely interacting with the others unless necessary, so that confession seems to have its desired effect on Jaime.

“Wait, ‘kind of’?”

“Yeah, it’s… complicated.”

“How come?”

“Guy’s an asshole. Quite annoying, really. Doesn’t want any commitment which, don’t get me wrong, works out fine for me. At least in the beginning that’s what I thought. I thought it’s all fine but lately… I don’t know. I don’t know anymore.”

“So if he’s an asshole, why are you still with him?”

“To be honest – “

“Mind-blowing sex?”

“Yeah.”

Jaime nods understandingly. “That’s a good enough reason. I get ya.”

“Hm.”

“So… he’s an asshole, for which I’m guessing you… don’t like him?”

“It’s part of his fucked up charm. It actually makes him more endearing in a way.”

A smile erupts from the corners of your lips, completely unexpected, and Jaime nearly explodes with delight.

“Oh my God,” she grins.

“What?”

“You’re in love with him.”

You scoff, making a disgusted face that should be more than believable but somehow you doubt it.

“I am feeling the opposite of that,” you push. “Believe me.”

“I can’t, the look in your eyes – girl, please.”

“That’s it, I’m cutting you off. You’re officially wasted.”

“I may be a little drunk but I know that look so well.”

“Would you calm down? It’s not – like that.”

You seem more irritated by the words rather than eased. You suppose you have grown to care for Max’s annoying ass. It’s been months of unashamed fucking, filthy and rough and everything you can think of, and looking back on it, all that it did was build an unsuspecting possession within you. Whenever you saw someone roaming around Max – which is to be expected, the son of a bitch is beyond handsome and charming in his devilish ways – your teeth clenched hard, your eyes bloodshot with unimaginable thirst that had nothing to do with the thrill of the hunt.

Perhaps it wasn’t just about the sex. Maybe it never was.

All it does now is confuse you furthermore.

You rub your temples and close your eyes, struggling to work through your own conflicting emotions.

“This guy is… terrible in many aspects,” you say. “Annoying, stubborn, cocky as fuck…”

“But does he actually treat you badly?”

That’s when you make eye contact with Jaime again and you feel blood boiling in your veins for the first time since you became lifeless.

“No. No, he… treats me like a queen. Even in the sheets.”

“Sounds like you’re living the dream.”

Jaime orders another drink for herself and sees you shaking your head briefly as a no to her offer. Your head is filled with images of your past encounters with Max, all of physical nature, and replay each and every single one of them, reminiscing of the touches, the lingering gaze, the passionate desire behind each of your love bites and kisses, how it was never anything simple and yet how easy it would’ve been to just face facts right away.

“So,” Jaime resumes, taking a sip of her new drink, “mind-blowing sex you say?”

You lock eyes with her, finding it hard to judge or even reject the terminology.

“Yeah. Sadly. Best sex of my entire life.”

You senses tingle with another presence nearby and – oh God no.

You sense him close, you feel him, almost achingly so, you know it’s him. You’ve familiarized yourself with his scent more than enough.

“Ladies! What a coincidence running into you here!”

Jaime salutes Max without any issue but when you lock eyes with him, it’s electric; you instantly spew hatred at him through a simple fiery gaze and he welcomes it as per usual. He even smiles widely at you with his trademark smirk and you feel like cracking his head open.

“I couldn’t help but overhear – “he starts, and you instantly gulp.

“Because you were eavesdropping?” you smile acidly.

Max still smiles. “More or less. I have incredible hearing, you know.”

“I know. What do you want?”

“You were talking about the best sex in your life?”

“For fuck’s sake – “

“She’s seeing this guy who’s apparently mind-blowing in bed. Best one ever she says.”

You shift your judging glare to Jaime, barely containing your anger right now.

“Really?! Best one ever you say?”

“Some might find it inappropriate to have their boss so invested into their private business.”

Max shrugs, his hands tucked in his pockets and observing you both with high interest.

“We’re not on the clock. This is a casual environment and I believe we are making small talk, aren’t we Jamie?”

“We sure are.”

You take the drink out of her hand and place it furiously on the bar as you get up to leave.

“Will we get to meet this guy?” Jaime asks.

“Who’s we? And no way in hell. I doubt he’s ready to meet anyone here.”

“Yeah I don’t think so either,” Max adds.

You turn to him, jaw clenched with incredible anger. “Don’t you have some other place to be, other people to be obnoxious to?”

Max puckers his lips, staring into distance. God, his act is always so theatrical it makes you wild with rage.

To think you might’ve dabbled with the idea that you have feelings for this man!

“Don’t be so upset, it’s all in good fun!” Jaime shouts after you.

“Be a good sport and tell us some more about this best sex you’ve ever had, sweetheart.”

That’s it, you think. This is the last straw.

“I am not upset, I am angry,” you mutter to Jaime between clenched teeth, feeling the sudden need to rip her head off with a simple tear of your fangs into her artery. “And you. You jackass of a Casanova. You think everything starts and ends with you? You think you’re the center of the fucking Earth, huh buddy? I got newsflash for you, you’re not. Best if you’d keep your fucking mouth shut.”

Jaime calls out your name, for the first time that night feeling slightly intimidated and afraid of you seeing this unhinged side of yours. “I’m sorry if I said something wrong, I just… I thought we were just talking…”

“This is why I don’t like talking to people.”

“And I’m sorry for insinuating you might be in love with this guy when clearly – “

“What?”

Max’s tone is different. It’s not sarcastic, nor cocky. He makes none of his usual grimaces, he doesn’t do any of the usual shenanigans. He simply looks at you with bewilderment, unable to contain any of that. For a man who hides with jokes and sarcasm, the sight of that look on Max’s face is a force to be reckoned with.

“We’re done here,” you lean in to whisper to him. “All of it, we’re done.”

He calls out your name in return without even a hint of mockery which takes you aback just as much. You stare at him, lips puckered in a mixture of disappointment and anger and you leave to the bathroom. Max calls out your name over and over, fully knowing you would hear him. But it doesn’t make you stop.

Suddenly the bar feels too crowded, too confining for your own sanity. The music and the people are too loud, hurting your hypersensitive ears, and you wish you could freeze them in time, just for a few moments so you can think.

But what’s there to think about? You’ve reached the inevitable and hard-to-admit-even-to-yourself conclusion. It was always right there in front of you, but years and years of self-sabotage and burying your feelings under a pile of drinks, one night stands and material things have gotten in the way of that realization. The worst part isn’t even that; it’s having to face Max at some point in time.

Which, by the sound of it, is right now.

The bathroom door swings open, with Max entering in the ladies room ever so casually. Except… the look on his face betrays nervousness. No wonder why, he is on uncharted territory and it’s scary because even he knows that this is not the moment for any cockiness or sarcasm.

“Wanna run that by me again?”

His voice is shaking in the slightest, thus betraying his never before seen nervousness. Regardless of how hard he’s trying to assert his dominance and appear as unbothered as usual, he fails this time around.

“No,” you say in the most decisive tone possible.

“We said we’d keep this casual, no strings attached.”

“I know what we talked about! But guess what, it doesn’t always function according to plan.”

Max approaches you, his facial expression disheveled as if contemplating life itself. He stares at you half daring, half nervous, and for the first time since you’ve known him, you cannot anticipate his moves. You doubt he can anticipate his own.

“Are you really in love with me?”

You keep quiet, as if that would somehow keep Max out of your head and away from you. Of course it doesn’t. Nothing can keep him away from you, not even such an unexpected realization.

“Why does it matter? You don’t care. It makes no difference.”

“But it does.”

You roll your eyes at him, arms crossed at your chest. Your blood feels like it’s boiling in your veins again and it makes you feel alive like you haven’t felt in decades.

“I said we’re done, Max. Can’t pretend you didn’t hear me.”

“I heard you. And I think you’re full of it.”

“Sadly, I am not.”

“Not yet, no.”

He rushes to cup your face and slide his tongue inside your mouth and you let it happen. It’s as if you haven’t felt him in weeks, like his taste and roughness have vanished from your existence. He kisses you like a man absolutely starved, eager to get whatever taste of you you’ll allow. And luckily you allow all of yourself to be eaten alive.

Max breaks the kiss only to lock the door, proceeding to further attack your lips, jaw and neck. His wet kisses turn into love bites, the kind that would sting had you any humanity left in you, but the kind that spur you on. One of your legs wraps around his waist almost on instinct, thus pulling him in as he further presses you into the wall. It’s not really the ideal environment but you’ve done it in more questionable places than this.

You are each fighting for dominance, with neither willing to surrender control. You take turns in biting each other, temporarily immobilizing the other’s limbs however attainable, and eventually, when Max pushes you back against the wall, yanking your jeans and underwear down with a single swift motion, you decide to give him the upper hand.

“Stubborn as fuck,” he mutters, working against his belt.

“Part of my charm.”

Max grins unbeknownst to you, sneaking a hand to your core, index moving in fast circles and boldly penetrating you with precise and swift motions. You grunt a little, but that is nowhere near enough friction.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” he pleads sweetly, and this time there isn’t a single hit of mockery in his husky voice. “Say you love me.”

You feel the tip of his cock barely brushing up against your ass and you start to get restless. The fuck is taking so long?

Till you hear a few impatient grunts and it hits you: he’s jerking off. You’re sitting there, half naked, ass and cunt on display for him, and he’s jerking off, asking you to say words you never knew you were even capable of feeling.

You’ve never said it. That was your shameful little secret. You’ve never said the L word to anyone, and to even think about it now, emotion directed at Max fucking Phillips, an immortal bastard with little to no manners… almost as unbearable as sitting there waiting for him to fill you up.

“Please tell me,” he grunts in your ear now.

Hands on your hips, he prods at your entrance and thrusts in one looooong, languid motion. Air is cut short from your lungs, more so from hearing Max beg. He rarely gave up control – unless it was you who felt like fucking the so-called life out of him once in a while – and for this? Utter madness.

You would blush if you were mortal still, but alas, all you do is breathe in short motions, mouth open as his cock fills you up to a brim, going in and out of you as deeply as possible. You swear you feel him in your bones, in your bloodstream… all of your body belongs to Max.

And now, your heart too.

“Please – “he encourages you again, and again you shudder.

He slams his hips faster into yours, balls slapping against your ass the deeper and wilder he goes. You’re not sure why you’re still hesitating; perhaps it’s the way Max is railing you in the bathroom of a busy bar, desperate to feel you and to hear you declare your sweet love for him.

You soon find out you adore hearing him beg hopelessly.

“C’mon, please – fuck, please s-say it – “

He slams into you over and over again till your sanity threatens to slip through the cracks of reality.

“Why d-do you – wanna hear me – say it – so – oh, f-fuck – “

“B-because I – “

Neither of you can fully speak and rightfully so. You’re filled up impossibly well, and the manic speed with which Max fucks you is too much to handle even for the two of you. And with the amount of buildup inside both of you, anxiousness and anger and oh too many sentiments to be named, it’s honestly a wonder either one of you lasts as long as you have.

Max is the first one to let go; he comes with a loud grunt, your name tainting his lips followed by the three pesky words that come out in shards. Albeit his messy thrusts, you cum as well, clenching hard around his cock and nearly trapping it inside you, where it belongs.

Inevitably, the words come out as well, however shambolic.

“I love you, I love you, I love – y-you, fuck! Fucking hell, I love you…”

Now that they’re out in the open, you keep saying them repeatedly, unable to stop for a good while. When Max pulls out of you, it’s only to turn you around and kiss you fiercely, your name again on his lips like a prayer he had learned how to say in times of need.

Not that you’d need air to keep on living, but you break the kiss to gasp anyway. Mostly as an excuse to stare at his perfectly fucked out face. An unexpected chuckle breaks from your lips.

“You annoying bastard,” is the first thing that comes out of your mouth.

Max grins as well. “Part of the charm.”

You giggle out loud, unable to contain yourself. “That’s what I always say.”

He helps you get cleaned and dressed, seemingly rummaging over something. And not a moment too late, it all comes pouring out, words he hung onto for way too long and buried so deeply he had forgotten them until he heard you profess your love tonight.

“You’re the best I’ve ever had too,” he says. “And now I’m thinking that falling for you is what got me in this mess.”

“Evidently.”

You always matched his witty and sassy remarks, and it was another major contributor for the way Max viewed you. Come to think of it, there was never a moment he stopped thinking about you from the day you walked into his existence.

“Seriously,” he adds, gently grabbing your wrist in another surprising twist of events. “I do love you. I… yes. I really do. I just don’t know how to… walk through it. It’s a lot.”

You smile, cupping his cheek.

“We got a lot of time on our hands, we’re both smart... I think we can figure it out together.”

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🎰🍷dancing with him at a ball🍷🎰

🍷☾︎𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐒𝐌𝐏 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫☽︎🍷

Art by: Inozuart

Go and check out their speed paint they did of this beautiful art on youtube!

🍷☾︎𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 : 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐛𝐮𝐫, 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐲🍷

𝐀/𝐍: Highkey simping over the TNT duo right now, ngl. Quackity is just getting better and better- Definitely gonna do these prompts with Ranboo, Tubbo and Tommy. I just think that it would be really cute to dance with them at a ball lol

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                             ☠︎︎☾︎ʀᴇᴠɪᴠᴇʙᴜʀ☽︎☠︎︎

To say it was strange to see Wilbur Soot standing near a bar and drinking a glass full of blood-red wine would be a complete understatement.

(Y/n) had never spoken to him fully before, they more so made a lot of conversation they could build off of but neither decided to go through with it. (Y/n) hung around Alex, George, Sapnap and Karl more so than the rest of the SMP.

Hence why she was forced to go to this god forbidden ball.

She sat at a stool near the corner of the huge ballroom, her body wrapped in a tight and mildly uncomfortable maroon coloured dress.

'End me.' She thought mindlessly as she took another large swig of tequila, watching everyone dance around and laugh with eachother.

George, Sapnap and Karl weren't invited to the ball, she noted.

She had heard that they weren't on good terms with Quackity as of late, and he was the one who threw this ball.

She may have been lonely at this ball, but she felt as though eyes were on her at all times. It was weird. Very weird.

Every once in a while, her eyes would land on Wilbur's tall form. He seemed lonely as well, a bored and unamused expression on his stitched face.

His eyes were kept still on Tommy who was dancing around with Tubbo and Ranboo, who both had large grins on their faces.

(Y/n) found it cute that even after dying and coming back, Wilbur still held a sort of fondness towards Tommy.

She doesn't blame him, Tommy was a good kid.

A kid that's been through too much.

The girl frowned deeply and took another shot of tequila. And just like that, the eyes were on her again. Her eyes shot from her tequila that she was swirling to Wilbur, eyes widening slightly when they met with his harsh brown eyes.

He kept eye contact, eyebrows raising slightly at her in interest before he sent her a small smile, a fake one. (Y/n) could tell it was fake from a mile away. It was one of those smiles that you give strangers as they walk passed you on a sidewalk.

Huffing out a condescending chuckle, the girl rolled her eyes at him and shook her head, drinking the last of her tequila and went back to watching everyone dance.

The action clearly stirred more curosity within him, because all of a sudden he felt himself walk over to her with a wine bottle in hand and two wine glasses in the other.

(Y/n) was snapped from her daze when she heard someone clear their throat from beside her. Her head snapped up and met with his dead-cold eyes again.

There was silence before she spoke up, her tone sharp yet inviting," Can I help you, sir?" She spoke mockingly, eyebrow raised.

Eyes swirling with amusment, the man tilted his head to the side, his white tuft of hair following with the motion along with the rest of his curly, brown locks." Mind if I sit here, ma'am?" He replied with a smiliar mocking undertone to his voice.

Clicking her tongue a little, she nodded her head to the chair on her left lazily," Knock yourself out." She droned out, frowning at the sight of her empty glass.

She was too lazy to go to the bar.

'Guess I'll die.' She thought.

"You a wine girl?" Wilbur hummed out curiously, hoping to God she'd say yes otherwise he brought another glass over for no reason and probably looked like a dumbass now-

"I'm an,' anything with alcohol in it' kind of girl." She reassured him.

'Thank fuck.' He hid his relief with sly smile," Ah, a woman after my own heart." He flirted, pouring out a glass of wine for both her and him.

She 'tched' and took the glass," You have a heart? Pfft." She grumbled, taking a long sip of the wine. The wine burned at the back of her throat before bursting into a wonderful grape flavour mixed with cherry." Mm.. Good wine."

"Very good wine." Wilbur nodded in agreement, a content look on his face.

A comfortble silence sat between them and they both decided to enjoy their wine in peace.

(Y/n) watched as Eret and Fundy joined in with Tommy, Tubbo and Ranboo. They looked like good friends dancing together. Reminded the girl of how her friendship was with George, Sapnap, Karl and Alex.

Now? It's just her.

She tried to keep the friendship from falling apart, but then Kinoko Kingdom happened and everything went to utter shit.

Las Nevadas, it was wonderful. Paradise. But it wasn't for (Y/n).

So when Quackity had asked if she wanted to join him, she refused respectfully but still said she was willing to help him with whatever he needed at all.

He was flattered, but disappointed at how she had decided against joining Las Nevadas.

She always wonders how her life would've turned out if she had accepted the invite.

"You want to dance?" The question was sudden.

When she looked up at him to see if he was joking, she was surprised to see how serious yet calm his expression was.

Raising an eyebrow, she swirled the wine in her glass and crossed her legs over one another," I'm not very good at dancing."

"And you think I am?"

She gave him a confused look," Aren't you? You look like the kinda guy that would be brilliant at ballroom dancing." She hummed out.

He chuckled raspily, eyes soft," I'm flattered, but trust me, I'm no better at dancing than Tommy." He assured her.

She looked him up and down, unconvinced before she sighed a little, giving in. She was too tired to argue at this point.

She stood up from her chair abruptly, even surprising Wilbur at the fact she had agreed. Giving him a stern yet soft look, she nodded," Let's dance then, Frankenstein."

Then she made her way to the dance floor, making Wilbur scramble from his chair with an eager grin.

They stood facing eachother before Wilbur held his hand to her, a grin tilting onto his lips," May I compliment you on your appearance this evening? You are among the brightest of flowers." He spoke with suave.

The girl blushed and she took his hand quickly, squeezing it a little." No need to flatter me, Wilbur. I am very well aware my dress is rather ugly this evening." She grumbled out grouchily.

He stared directly into her eyes,"Your dress? I hadn't noticed it." He said smoothly, his eyes never left hers," I'm sure it looks amazing on you."

The music began, saving (Y/n) from having to answer. The hand on her waist was firm and soft, almost like it was keeping her safe.

They stepped in line with eachother, (Y/n) messed up every once in a while and managed to step on her own feet and Wilbur's the first couple of minutes before she finally got into the swing of things.

Glaring up at him, she pouted," You liar."

He grinned cheekily at her," Hm? I don't believe I know what you're talking about."

" Whatever you say, Mr. I'm worse than Tommy at dancing." She rolled her eyes.

"I never said I was worse than him. Honestly, anyone can be better than him at dancing. Let's face it."

For the first time that whole night, a small and genuine smile broke out across the girl's lips. Wilbur was enamoured by how her whole face lit up just by the slight tilt of her lips.

She looked beautiful.

"Leave Tommy alone, the kid tries his best." She smiled out.

"He does." He nodded earnestly, a little smile on his lips," I don't deserve him."

"You don't." (Y/n) spoke rather bluntly, but she still had a soft smile on her lips as she spoke her next words," but as much as he doesn't want to admit it, the kid needs you a lot. You're his big brother." She looked at the blonde-haired teen who was laughing at Ranboo who had spilled juice over Tubbo by accident. Her smile widened and her eyes were warm,"... you might just be the luckiest man in the world."

His breath was stolen from him at her words, and he couldnt help but agree with her due to the current circumstances.".... yeah... you could say that."

He held her closer to him by the waist, holding her other hand tightly and securly." So... Where did you learn to dance, Frankenstein?" She teased him, eyes bright with mischief.

A little laugh slipped through his lips," is this the nickname you'll be sticking to now?"

"You know it."

"Oh, great." He sighed out half-disappointedly before he decided to answer her question." When I was younger, my mother used to give me a lot of dance lessons with Technoblade. I requested them because I wanted to learn how to dance for this mermaid girl I had come to befriend."

"Oooh~" the girl raised her eyebrows suggestively," You're pretty romantic when you want to be, you know that?"

He shrugged, cheeks tinted a light pink that was barely noticable," the first time I'm hearing this." He admitted.

"Well... Frankenstein, you're pretty goddamn romantic when you want to be."

He grinned slyly," so you find me romantic, huh? Is that a sign for anything in particular, orrr?..."

The girl snorted a little," Hm? I don't believe I know what you're talking about." She repeated his own words.

He laughed," Touché, touché. You win this round."

Soon, the dance came to an end and the two were left still in eachother's arms, staring at eachother with enamoured looks on their faces.

Then the girl smiled at him," it wouldn't be bold of me to ask for another dance... Would it?" She requested, hope swirling in her gemstone-like irises.

"Not at all," A genuinely happy and charmed grin curled on his lips at her words and he held her body still," thought you would never ask, (Y/n)."

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⚠︎🎰 ༄𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐲༄🎰⚠︎

(Y/n) hadn't intended to be attending Quackity's party, in fact, she wasn't supposed to be attending.

She wasnt invited.

Supposing this is what she gets for not going along with Alex's whole 'Las Nevadas' gig. She prompted to stay with her friends in Kinoko Kingdom instead, thinking that Quackity wouldve done the same.

But she thought wrong.

So, so incredibly wrong.

You see, have you ever felt the feeling whenever you grow so incredibly close to someone to the point where you think you know them better than anyone else? That's how (Y/n) had felt with Alex. She was so sure that he wouldve chosen her and his friends over some nation that seemed to be setting itself up as a land of secrets and mystery.

From what she's heard, Quackity only grew all the more mysterious and distant.

He was so distant.

(Y/n) couldnt remember the last time she had seen him. The last time she's had a decent conversation.

The last time her heart fluttered around him.

She missed him, truly she did. Sometimes she debated abandoning Kinoko Kingdom in favour of running into Alex's oh-so-welcoming arms.

But her morals told her otherwise. She chose, for once in her life, to not follow her heart. But now, here she was, completely going against what her close friends had told her not to do.

She was being drawn to him again.

Using her heart to make important decisions.

And as she opened the large doors to the ballroom, all time seemed to freeze around her. Eyes shot towards her in curiosity, some with joy at being able to see her again and some with malice.

Alex was no different to the latter.

As soon as his dark eyes had met with her ethereal gemstone-like ones, he felt a buzz of electricity travel up his spine.

He couldnt diferientiate between the feeling of anger and slight awe at her beauty.

The girl fumbled with her fingers awkwardly before she sent him a shy wave, her smile soft-yet panicked as her eyes scanned over his new features.

He looked so different.

And she couldn't tell if it was the good kind of different or not.

At her shy wave, Alex cleared his throat and nodded respectfully as a goodbye to who he was talking to, which thankfully was Sam, and then he began making his way over to (Y/n).

A scowl curled onto his lips, his eyes darker than ever.

The eyes that made her feel warm and safe now froze her down to her very core.

When he was right up to her face, standing in front of her, that's when she knew--

This wasn't the Alex she had fallen in love with.

"What the hell are you doing here..." he muttered lowly to her, he grabbed her bare arm tightly- but it wasnt tight enough to hurt her, surprisingly. Then he dragged her to the exit, shoving her rather roughly outside, shitting the door behind him.

"We-well I-... If I-I'm being completely honest, I didnt exactly have a plan to come here, I just really wanted to see y-" he interrupted her.

"You didnt have a plan?? (Y/n)-- What the actual fuck makes you think I'd ever want you here?!" He was furious, eyes burning a bright fire, a fire even Sapnap couldnt withstand. " I actually cant believe you thought coming here would be a good idea. Are you actually as dumb as you were when we were still talking to eachother? You havent fucking changed."

She flinched at his harsh words but she covered up how hurt she was," Well- if you would let me explain myself, then maybe you'd understand why I'm here."

The casino owner took off his beanie, running a hand through his messy raven locks in frustration before he settled the hat back on his head," Make this damn quick. Because, in case you havent noticed, I have guests to entertain."

Gulping, the girl but her lip nervously out of habit," I know... I know I'm the last person you want to see. I know you hate my guts. But... Alex, I genuinely miss you." She spoke sincerely, eyes glassy beneath the moonlight," when I heard you were throwing this party... I couldnt help myself. I needed to see you... to hear you... to talk. God-- Just listening to you makes me so happy already." Her lip trembled," So please... let me hear you... let me see you. I'm begging... can we please talk?"

Brushing off the rush of heat that crossed his tanned cheeks, Alex looked away from her stubbornly.

He didnt want to give in easily.

But when it came to her, he was always put under a spell.

"Lo que sea.... fine." He sighed out, running a hand over his face in irritation, wincing whenever his fingers brushed over his scar." Come sit over here." He gestured to a bench that sat next to a long river that went off into the ocean, the moon reflected off of the clear water as did the stars.

The two sat next to eachother, the gap between them representing how distant they are from eachother.

"So? Talk." He prompted her, leaning back into the bench rather lazily, looking up at the sky.

Cheeks warming with happiness, she couldnt help but smile at finally being able to talk to him after so long," Thank you so much... I've been wanting to talk to you for so long after everything that happen-... What happened to your eye?" She whispered, suddenly noticing the long scar that ran over his eye and eyelid and then down to his lips.

"Oh yeah- you werent here for that," he jabbed at her," This was all Techno's doing." He gestured all over." Sorry that I'm not the perfect guy that you used to be friends with anymore."

She knew he wasnt sorry.

In fact, she knew that with his new self, he was a lot more confident.

Free.

She liked that.

Smiling at him, she shook her head," dont be silly. If this change makes you happy, then I'm happy."

His heart thumped harshly, making him clear his throat to cover up the noise in case she had heard his loud heart.

"I was just worried but... it looks kind of good on you-- err... not in a weird way or anything." She tried to cover up her slip-up," Anyways... that's not what I came here to talk abou-"

"Do you wanna dance?"

The girl's eyes widened at the sudden suggestion, gazing over Alex's features with shock. His tanned cheeks were red and he was avoiding all eye contact, eyebrows furrowed.

"... come again?" She stuttered out, her throat felt like it was closing up.

He scoffed and rolled his eyes," I asked if you wanted to dance."

The girl's heart did flips in her ribcage as her eyes fluttered,"I-... I would love to." She nodded, wobbly smile on her painted lips.

The man stood from the bench and held a hand out to her, trying his best to not smile when she eagerly grabbed it, stars in her eyes.

He moved her soft hand to his neck, making it rest there, (Y/n) then moved her other arm to wrap around his neck as well. Alex then settled his calloused hands on her pretty waist, pulling her body close to him.

He was afraid she would slip away from him again.

In truth, he had missed a hell of a lot as well, maybe even more so than she missed him.

He always debated visiting her or arranging to meet up with her, but his plans always got in the way and blurred his desire for her.

But seeing her tonight, all dressed up for him, it made him want to fall in love with her all over again.

The two swung side to side, the faint music from the ballroom guiding the two of them. Quackity rested his chin on top of her head as the girl turned her head to the side, resting her ear against his chest and listening to his thumping heartbeat.

"You look amazing." He muttered to her.

"You too... well... yeah, no you look amazing."

He chuckled lightly," why'd you hesitate?"

"Well... I wanted to think of a better word for amazing but my heart is beating too loudly for me to think properly..." she admitted.

At her heartfelt confession, Alex felt himself smile warmly for once in a long time.

He felt like a teenager in love again.

"Yeah... I feel that too." He muttered, inhaling the scent of her vanilla shampoo, biting off the dreamy sigh that threatened to spill from his lips." (Y/n)... why didnt you join me? "

The dreaded question.

"If I'm being honest... I thought you wouldve joined Kinoko Kingdom with me."

Quackity's heart clenched at the thought.

So she felt just as betrayed as he did, that makes sense to him now.

"I debated going to join Las Nevadas everyday, but I knew that meant leaving George, Sap and Karl and I felt so conflicted and just... horrible." She mumbled, feeling her eyes beginning to water," It was hard, Alex.... I wanted to see you so so bad... But I also wanted to be a good friend... I felt like I was the bad guy either way, and I just wanted to make both parties happy.... I hated being away from you... God... I hated it so much." She sniffled, making Alex pull her closer to him," seeing you now... you dont understand how happy it makes me feel..."

The man sighed a little and kissed leaned away from her, cupping her cheek and then moving it so she was face him. He tilted her head up a little so he could see her teary eyes, feeling his heart call out to her to comfort her.

He ran a thumb over her cheek, wiping away the mascara and tears and when she blinked up at him innocently, he couldnt stop himself from smiling down at her reassuringly.

"I wanted to see you so much as well... I felt my heart ache every night to see you..." he began, pressing his forehead against hers," I'm sorry for treating you like shit... you deserve so much damn better... (Y/n), I'm begging. Please stay with me, will you?"

Her breath hitched.

"Stay by my side... please?"

Her heart stopped.

"I want to be with you all the time."

Her tears stopped falling.

"I love you."

And she smiled, wider than she ever has.

"I've been waiting so long to hear that..." She whispered to him," I love you too, Alex."

He grinned down at her crookedly," Deadass?"

"On god."

"Fuck- I'm not dreaming, right?" He then had a mischievous glint twinkle in his dark eyes," Maybe you should kiss me to seal the deal?"

She snorted," you're asking me to initiate it? Dont you think you're moving a bit fast, lover boy?"

"I think you're moving too slow and that you talk too much." He stated simply before he leaned down, capturing her soft lips in a messy kiss, their lips molding together as soon as they came in contact.

It's the kind of kiss that inspires stars to climb into the sky and light up the world.

His hands flattened against her back... and she was up on the tips of her toes, kissing him as fiercely as he was kissing her... He clung to her more tightly, knotting his hands in her hair, trying to tell her, with the press of his mouth on hers, all the things he could never say out loud...

And as her lips rubbed against his chapped ones, she knew her life was set with his, nobody else.

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