#i get not wanting to create an entire new language but like at least they could speak russian or something. maybe russian with a spanish acc

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Mutual Help | #24

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires ⏤ he calls it mutual help

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jungkook x reader

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fake dating au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language, mature content

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The moment you sink down his length, your and Jungkook's breath turns into a sharp intake of air. Your walls are swallowing him, welcoming every inch of him with greediness and you take it as your mission to sink down onto him in one go. When you succeed with that and Jungkook's throbbing length is fully nestled inside you, you take that time to let out a long sigh as you bring yourself to relax. It's incredible how amazingly he stretches your walls while it feels like you're experiencing this for the first time. You're not, you're definitely not, considering you've had sex with him a couple of times. But still, every time it feels as if it's new and better each time.

"Holy shit," Jungkook breathes, feeling you clenching around him while you're barely moving, still adjusting to sudden stretch. "I could never get enough of this."

Your insides tickle with a sudden pride and confidence, meanwhile your head is screaming at him to shut up. Fuck, he's so good with words and at everything that involves sex and him as a person. You wish he wasn't your best friend, hating him would be a great option right now.

Letting your palms sprawl against his stomach, you slowly lift yourself, carefully not letting him slip out before you drop yourself back. You whimper, finding it hard to control your thrusts to make both of you feel good when you feel like you're about to cum any second. You know it'd take just a few thrusts and maybe five minutes until you're cumming undone all over again. However, you want this to last longer and a huge part of you doesn't want to disappoint Jungkook.

"Take your time," he tells you gently, his own voice strained. It must be torture for him to feel your walls clenching around him but without you moving or giving him at least some kind of friction. It doesn't surprise you that he's sweet, reminding you that you should take it at your own pace.

Little does he know that your mind is thinking dozens of things at the same time and he's in every one of them.

You watch his eyes flicker between your bodies, his head propped on his pillow gives him a better view at your connected bodies. He can't see much, but just the sight of your breasts, stomach and legs sprawled over him is just enough. The rest of it he can imagine, maybe it's better he can't see his dick and your pussy. He'd probably cum too fast.

His hands find their way to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze as you bite your lower lip in response. Deciding you need to feel more, and that his dick nestled inside of you is not enough anymore, you lift yourself again and drop yourself back, but not entirely. This way, you create a slow and gentle pace that makes you adjust to his size even more, until it gets more bearable and your own body pleads for more. With that, you pick up pace and fully lean against Jungkook's chest with your hands all over him. He helps you, lifting you by holding the underside of your ass cheeks while he meets your thrusts by buckling his hips into yours halfway. Your body feels hot, too hot to the point you feel like you're on fire. Your hair smack against your back with each thrust and you feel sweat creating on your naked and exposed skin, but that doesn't stop you. You're more than aware that at the end of this, you're both going to be sweaty.

"Mhm," Jungkook groans, the back of your thighs slapping against the top of his, creating a sinful sound inside his bedroom. "That's it, baby. You feel so good."

You almost purr at his praise, but you can't bring yourself to react in any other way than just moaning back. The combination of his hard length thrusting into you and his balls smacking against your puckered hole, is leaving you breathless and you know you're loosing it. Even the way your breasts bounce adds some kind of pleasure into this. Slowly, your thrusts come to a halt and you pry your eyes open to check Jungkook, whose brows are furrowed in pleasure and mouth open. He opens his eyes slowly, glancing at your breasts that are no longer bouncing and he almost pouts at that. His hands twitch to touch them, wanting to feel those soft mounds of yours but before he can even lift his hands, you're already sliding off him.

Jungkook is left confused, too fucked out to say anything. However, before his mind can comprehend that his pleasure has been cut off, you're straddling him again this time facing him with your back. Sinking back onto him is quicker this time but still causes pleasure to shoot straight to your bodies.

"Oh, fuck," you moan out as soon as you start riding him, the angle causing his length hitting deeper as you feel him pressed against your walls.

At first, he's helping you lift your hips up with every thrust but then his hands that were gripping your hips leave, and his next target are your bouncing breasts that unfortunately for him, he can't see. But he doesn't mind, he reaches for them and starts squeezing them until he gives your nipples a little pinch. Your mouth falls open at that, eyes rolling back as another wave of much more intense pleasure shoots straight through your entire body. Only one thought is on your mind and that is; you can't stop. You've to keep going as you feel yourself clenching around Jungkook's cock that's throbbing inside of you. You wish you could feel him better, even though the condoms he buys are super thin, you can only imagine how he'd feel bare. God, you can imagine him cumming inside of you and you wonder how that feels like. With a few more pinching of your nipples coming from none other than Jungkook, whose main mission is focused on your breasts, and Jungkook's little grunts, you're cumming without warning. There's no time to say something, your body reacts automatically and the knot in your stomach snaps as your walls keep uncontrollably clenching around Jungkook's cock.

Jungkook must've knew you're cumming, he could certainly read all the signs coming from you, even though this one just hits different. You calm down, leaning yourself against Jungkook's calves that gives him a perfect view of your backside that he certainly appreciates. He's still fully hard inside of you and you're almost embarrassed that you came that quick.

"Come on, baby," he says, hand slowly caressing your lower back as he moves to your ass and gives it a squeeze. "One more." he jerks his hips up, his cock hitting you deep as you gasp at the overstimulation.

You can feel your heart in your throat, beating loudly from the amount of strength you put into this. Fuck, your stamina is bad. 

"I can't," you murmur, slowly lifting yourself but still clutching his knees this time as you use it as a support for your tired body. "I'll just suck you off." you suggest, not seeing Jungkook's frown.

That is, until you turn around and he pouts slowly, shaking his head. "Come on, I know you can take more," he says low, voice raspy while his eyes turn darker and slowly starts thrusting up.

Closing your eyes, you don't protest as you slowly start rolling your hips to give it a try. If it doesn't feel good and you can't take it, you're done and he'll just have to accept it. However, you're too busy trying to focus on your body and the slightest pleasure that slowly awakens, not noticing Jungkook reaching for the toy until it's pressed against your clit.

"Shhh, trust me." he shushes your once he hears your whimpering, turning on the toy.

Fuck, this man is a maniac. He's stuffing you full, sending another pleasure to your clit while using the sex toy he specifically bought for you. God, if he isn't perfect then no one is. Lifting your hips up, you start repeating your previous action as he keeps the toy pressing against your clit before he starts rubbing it over the swollen bud.

"Fuck, Jungkook," you groan, back arching as another flame sets inside of you and you feel yourself getting even more hungry for him.

"You're doing so good, baby," he groans, pressing the toy even more against you which makes you moan. "So fucking sexy, look at you. Riding my cock."

"Shut up," you choke out, causing him to chuckle at your response and quick dismissal. "You're gonna make me cum."

"That's the intention," he chuckles again, his free hand slowly touching your ass before he starts circling your puckered hole. "I wish you could see yourself, riding my cock like a needy bitch."

"Did you just call me a bitch?" you ask him breathlessly, voice absent of actual anger since you're too busy riding him. With your ass slapping against his faint patch of black hair and abdomen, he seems to be handling his hands pretty well and doesn't find it hard.

"Yeah, I did," he tells you, amusement thick in his low voice.

Fuck, he's everywhere. You feel him inside of you, one hand pressing the vibrating toy against your clit that's already swollen and his other hand circling your puckered hole.

"Has anyone fucked your ass?" he asks, as if he's not fucking you and trying to hold a conversation.

You almost choke on your spit, chasing your orgasm and if you weren't so hungry for it, you'd probably scold him for asking such a question. However, considering the current situation and how literally everything feels so erotic and ten thousand times hotter than usual, you clench around him because of his dirty mind.

"No," you gasp, feeling him pressing his thumb against your hole while you're losing your tempo.

"Will you let me?"

Fuck.

"Jungkook," you moan, whining when he puts the toy slightly off your clit. Even his hands around your puckered hole go away and you feel him sitting up, chest brushing against your back before he surprises you by his hand making an appearance on your neck.

He hugs it with his huge hand, all while you're bouncing on him. He presses the sex toy against your clit again and you cry out in pleasure. Fuck, you're not going to make it out alive.

"I asked you something," he spits, putting a pressure around your neck. You're still able to breathe, he's being extra careful not to cut your oxygen while his lips brush against your earlobe. "Will you let me fuck it one day?"

In this position and in the heat of this moment, you'd promise him anything. Your mind is elsewhere, understanding and at the same time completely clueless about what he's asking. But how can you resist when he feels so good, you feel sweat coating your body that's set on flame thanks to your best friend.

"Yes," you moan out, "Yes!" you almost scream, surprising yourself for being so vocal this time. You can't go without being a moaning mess with occasional whimpering and gasps, but this is new.

The pleasure starts to become unbearable and just like before, with Jungkook pressing the toy even more and meeting your thrusts as much as his position allows him to, his hand wrapped around your neck slowly squeezing it is the final touch you need.

"Cumming!" you manage to gasp out, body going completely still as you let orgasm overtake your body. You've never felt this kind of pleasure before, whatever happened you let your body do its thing as you feel like someone just ripped a soul out of you.

Jungkook's cock twitches and with a few desperate thrusts into you, he growls as he's cumming as well. "Fuuuck." he groans, filling the condom with his cum as his cock keeps twitching.

When he's done, he feels your body leaning against him and he groans at the sudden pressure of you. Pressing a soft kiss to your temple, he chuckles into your ear. "That was so fucking hot," he murmurs, nose nudging your hair as he takes a deep breath of your scent.

You must be stinky from all the sweat and sex smell that's coating your skin, but Jungkook doesn't seem to mind. He's probably in the very same state like you're.

"Hey, are you there? Y/N," he murmurs, voice growing slightly worried when you respond with a groan only. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear to get a better glimpse of your face. As soon as you open your eyes and blink a couple of times, almost like you're waking up from the trance, he sighs in relief. "I thought I lost you for a moment." he chuckles, hugging you closer to him as he kisses your cheek.

Softening inside of you, he starts slipping out of you but in your position it's very hard and causes Jungkook to hiss.

"I need you to move, baby. Can you do that for me?" he asks softly, his body providing a perfect heat for your own.

Your body was completely burning just a few minutes ago and now the chilly air, despite Jungkook's room temperature is just fine, starts hugging your body.

Listening to him, you're doing your best to lift yourself up to allow him fully slip out of you. Without Jungkook's strong hands that make sure you're not falling or losing balance, you wouldn't be able to make it on your own. It's until you see his thighs completely drenched alongside the sheets underneath your bodies.

"W-what?" you mumble confusingly, feeling Jungkook sitting on his knees behind you as he leans forward to you and kisses the back of your neck.

You blush at that, eyes still staring at those drenched sheets.

"You squirted," he tells you casually, causing you to swallow down your saliva wrong as you start coughing.

Jungkook notices your widened eyes and pink color that starts settling on your cheeks, that are still very pinkish from the sex. "And it was fucking hot."

"I peed on you?" you ask in utter horror, slowly looking at his cheeky grin that slowly drops.

"Well, don't say it like that," he points out, "Have you done that before?" he asks, standing up as you watch him disposing of the condom himself.

"What peed on someone?" you almost screech, causing him to snort.

"No, you moron. Squirted." he says and flicks your forehead when he's standing at the end of bed.

Frowning, you try to slap his hand but you're too slow which causes him to give you a cheeky grin while he throws the condom into the bin that's in his bedroom.

"You're such an idiot," you scoff, "No, I haven't. This is the first time." you answer, already feeling disgusted when you smell yourself and feel the wet sheets underneath you.

"Should I run you a bath?" he asks, still standing in front of you completely naked, not even an ounce of shame visible on him. This man... 

"I think I'll just take a shower, I need to get home." you tell him, slowly standing up as you feel your cum slowly dripping down your thighs.

Jungkook's eyes drop between your legs, almost cockily grinning at your swollen pussy, before he looks back at you and a worry flickers in his eyes.

"Are you sure? You really seemed out of it," he says, eyeing you as he sees your legs slightly shaking.

Fuck, this is so embarrassing. Jungkook doesn't hesitate and goes to support your body as you purse your lips in embarrassment. However, Jungkook doesn't think any of this is embarrassing, quite the opposite. He's the one who's done this to you, it strokes his male ego once again.

Fuck Haechan, or whatever his name is. He could never make you feel this way.

"You could just stay the night." he offers, slowly leading the two of you into the bathroom.

"I can't, I don't have any clothes here and I need to get home anyway." you tell him, feeling like you're hurting him with declining his offer which is completely stupid.

It was just an idea and you know how caring he is. As much as appealing it sounds, spending another night at Jungkook's, you really do need to get back home. It was definitely fun to spend some more time with him, it's better than coming home and being alone again. But you don't have any more clothes and you can't wear the same thing for three days in a row. Also, you need to do some cleaning anyway.

You stand in front of the shower while Jungkook turns on the water and makes sure it's warm. Glancing back at you, he doesn't hide the obvious pout as he murmurs a soft "Okay."

"Kook, you know I'd love to stay. You know I don't like to be alone," Not always though, but living alone isn't as fun as someone might think. Especially when these days spent with Jungkook were incredible. "But I've to get home." you remind him softly, seeing him giving you a grimace as he chuckles.

"It's okay, Y/N," he assures you, "No big deal, although I'll miss you."

Your breath gets caught up in your throat as you stare at him with big eyes. Although Jungkook doesn't see what he said as a big deal, it doesn't have any effect on him whatsoever as he turns back to the shower and stretches his arm, like the gentleman he is, to let you in first.

"Oh no, you're not showering with me." you frown, shaking your head at him while he mimics your frown and stares at you in amused betrayal.

"What? Why not? We showered together yesterday." he exclaims, watching you as you step into the shower.

As soon as nice and warm water hits your body, you let out a relaxed sigh, momentarily forgetting that there's Jungkook standing and staring at you all dumbfounded.

"And how did that turn out, huh?" you muse, reaching for his shower gel before you squirt a small amount into your palm. "I'm too sore, Kook."

"I won't do anything," he says, "Promise. I won't touch you." he promises, nibbling on his bottom lip while he waits for you to give him a green light.

You hide a smile, wondering how the hell he went from the hottest walking sex god to a cute man looking at you with those doe eyes that hold a hopeful look. And when he gives you an innocent pout, that holds a hidden mischief behind it and you know it, you still can't resist.

Because, how could you?

"Alright, come in," you sigh, feigning an annoyance. "Keep your hands to yourself, bunny." you order, hearing him snicker behind you but when you turn around, he gives you an innocent nod which makes you roll your eyes.

He really is going to be the death of you.

"Are you serious?" you exclaim, slapping a hand over your mouth as you give an apologetic bow to the older man that stares at you with pitiful eyes.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. There's nothing I can do right now, it can't be fixed overnight and it'll take a few days. Do you have somewhere to stay?" he asks, taking the black case he brought with himself after you called a landlord and he had sent this sweet and older man.

Unfortunately, he had to witness your first reaction of disbelief, irritation and pure desperation all at once.

It all started when you were about to take a shower, just for you to be met with freezing cold water that caused you to scream in utter shock as you almost slipped trying to get out of the shower. Today is not your day, you had to overstay at work because someone messed up tomorrow's plans for the newest photoshoot and it had to be done today. Even your sweet coworker, by that you mean an absolute shithead called Min Yoongi, went home as soon as you found out there had been some mistake done. Of course, you were the only one who was willing to stay over and fix it before Junho could find out and strangle everyone to death. And now your warm water won't work and there's something with the pipes, according to the repairman.

Plus, he told you it's better if you weren't using water at all just in case.

"I'll think of something," you sigh, rubbing your temples.

Your parents live far away, there's no way you can stay there since you've a job tomorrow. You can't stay at hotel, you can't afford it right now — thanks to the little shopping spree you did just a week ago. If you want to eat a proper food and not end up eating packs of ramen for a full month, you need to find another way. Thankfully, the only person that could help you right now is Jungkook. He lives the closest and doesn't have any roommates like Jimin and Taehyung do. Plus, he's your best friend and you've stayed many times at his place. For fucks sake, you were there two days ago.

"Thank you for coming this late," you tell the repairman, giving him the slightest smile that you can muster. It's not that late, but still. He was probably at home enjoying time with his family. "I'll leave spare keys with the landlord, he's got my number. Just let me know how it's going and when it can be done, please."

He gives you a final nod. "Of course, I'll try to be as quick as I can." he assures you.

When he leaves, you sigh and pull out the phone from your slacks before you dial the familiar number that somehow often flashes on your screen.

"Jungkook!" 

The giggles that echo in Jungkook's bedroom are like the sweetest melody he's ever heard. It's almost magical how it automatically puts the biggest smile on his lips, which are perfectly hidden in her black hair that has this incredible floral scent. He squeezes her even more tightly, hearing her giggles getting more intense. 

Their naked bodies are intertwined together, making it hard for them to get out of it. Why should they, they've got the whole day after all. 

"Hm," he hums, kissing her into her hair. Again. He had lost count how many times he's done that since they woke up. "Love you." 

"I love you too." she says, the smile audible in her soft morning voice. 

"Uhm, again." he giggles, causing her to do the same before she opens her mouth. 

"I love you." 

"God, I could listen to you all day," he sighs happily, "Can't wait to marry you one day." he murmurs into her hair, taking a sniff of her sweet scent that's mixed with his own. 

Kiko blushes from his words, her heart blooming with love. She always gets emotional whenever Jungkook mentions their future. She just know she's the one, just the simple thought of wearing ring and having Jungkook's surname makes her all giddy inside. 

"I can't wait for that too," she whispers, fingers interweaving into his dark hair as she massages his scalp. "Isn't it silly?" 

"What exactly?" Jungkook chuckles, humming when she tugs onto his roots.

"Us talking about the future." 

They talked about it — a couple of times, actually. And Jungkook understands exactly what she means because he feels the same way. Like it's the first time they're talking about it, making them all giddy and happy inside. 

"What?! You don't want to be a future Mrs. Jeon?" he gasps, faking a disbelief and hurt which makes her laugh. 

His own lips twitch, trying to hide that smile again but he fails miserably when he starts giggling with her. 

"That's like, my biggest dream." she plays along, causing him to scoff in amusement. 

"Oh, quiet." he rolls his eyes, slightly pulling away from her when she's trying to see him better. 

Their eyes meet, warmth and love filled in Kiko's and Jungkook's, and it's just another moment when Jungkook realizes how much he loves her and she's the one. Something about the way Kiko looks at him tells him that she thinks the same. She pulls him closer, kissing him tightly which he gladly accepts and kisses her back. 

"I can't wait for that," she murmurs against his lips, causing Jungkook to hum confusingly. "To be your future wife someday." she whispers, Jungkook's eyes completely lightening up from her words. 

He gulps when he feels her hands on his length, slowly touching and pumping him until he moans her name. She chuckles, kissing him again. 

"I need you," she moans when his own fingers work their way between her legs. "I love you." She reminds him. 

But how could Jungkook forget? They both remind that to each other quite a lot. 

And he listens to her, adjusting himself between her legs as he slowly slips inside of her, silencing her moans with his mouth as he shows her just how much he loves her without saying those words over and over again. 

Again. 

Jungkook's ringtone shakes him off of his current thoughts, his eyes blinking rapidly as they sting. He's crying, he realizes causing him to quickly wipe those tears off as he locates the sound of his phone. Noticing it's placed on the kitchen counter he reaches for it, still wiping his wet cheeks and tears that don't seem to go away.

He can't believe a simple memory of him and Kiko just brought up so many tears, despite it being one of the loveliest ones. It makes him sad, so sad because it's not reality anymore and he's facing a much more important question right now. He's been so strong for so long, barely cried even though he has to admit, he thought of their relationship quite a lot. But not to the point he became emotional and started crying.

Your name flashes on the screen of his phone, bringing a curiosity out of him as he questions why you're calling him this late. Coughing, he makes sure his voice doesn't sound weak that his crying could've caused before he accepts the call.

"Y/N?" he asks, not sure what to expect from your late night call.

"Hey, Kook," he hears you sigh at the other end, "Sorry to bother you this late."

It's 10pm, it's not that late but he's surprised you're still awake. You usually go to bed much earlier if it's in the middle of the week, so you're not too tired the next following day at work.

"No, it's okay. Did something happen?" he asks, his voice raising a sudden worry.

"Yes and no. I need some place to stay for a couple of days," you explain, as he hears some rustling on the other end. "Can I stay at yours?" he hears your tiredness and hidden annoyance that you're trying to hide, but Jungkook can see right through it.

"Of course," he tells you gently, turning off the light in the kitchen as he slowly makes his way to living room. "I'll wait for you, you know the code right?"

"Yeah, sorry for calling this late but there's something wrong with the pipes or whatever, so I can't really use water. It broke just as I came home which is so fucking annoying, but thank God this nice repairman came and checked it out. But he's gotta work on it tomorrow since it's late and he probably has--"

"Y/N, baby," he chuckles, stopping you from getting yourself even more angry than you already sound. He knows by the end of your sentence you'd be probably screaming. "It's fine, just come here."

"Thanks," he hears you sigh in relief, almost as if he could say something else to you. You know you can always count on him. "I love you."

He cackles when he hears you snorting, causing him to shake his head at you. "I'll remind you of that when you'll call me an idiot again."

"Oh, shut up," He can practically see you rolling your eyes. "I'll just pack some clothes and I'll be there quickly."

"You want me to pick you up?" he offers, causing you to shake your head but then you realize he can't see you.

"No, it's okay. I can drive myself there, plus I need to drive myself to work anyway." you sigh again as he hears you shuffling and cursing under your breath before a loud thud echoes in the phone.

"I could--"

"No, before you offer yourself to be my driver again, I'll stop you right here," he hears you chuckling, "I'll see you soon, bye Kook."

Jungkook stutters over his words, sighing in defeat when he hears you've ended the call just like that. This woman... he thinks as he chuckles and shakes his head, making himself comfortable on the couch while he waits for your arrival.

"You were lying."

You almost choke on the herbal tea you've just made for yourself when you hear a monotone voice. Met with your coworker's narrowed eyes, looking at you like you were just caught murdering someone, you give him a skeptical raise of your brow.

"Pardon?"

"You were lying." He crosses his arms over his chest, raising a brow at you this time in a silenced challenge which makes you snort at him.

"I heard you the first time," you chuckle, "I just don't know what the hell are you talking about." you inform your certainly annoying coworker that won't let you enjoy your break in peace.

"He's not your fuck buddy," he says simply, your face twisting with a confusion written all over it before his words click and you realize he's talking about Jungkook. "He drove you here this morning, kissed you before leaving and you blushed when you saw me looking."

Fuck, so he really saw that. 

Just as Jungkook had decided to kiss you, Yoongi parked his car in a perfect spot where he could see everything. You were just hoping he hadn't seen any of that but of course, you were wrong.

None of this was planned. You were supposed to drive yourself here with your own car, but you barely slept for the whole night just to wake up with cramps that had slowly but intensely grown into unbearable pain. Your period had really chosen the right time to come, especially when you weren't prepared for any of it. It should've came next week and you completely forgot to bring more pads. Luckily, you always carry a few in your handbags just in case. So, you had taken some pain relief pills which Jungkook luckily had and was more than willing to give them to you at the sight of your scrunched face in pure pain.

Jungkook has proved himself to be an even better best friend when he offered to drive you to your work, despite your words last night of him being your driver. The whole ride was filled with soft music and Jungkook's worried tone every now and then, asking if it still hurts. Fortunately, the pills started working before he even parked the car and the rest of your day isn't spent with unbearable cramps and pain.

But that's not all. He even offered himself to go and buy you whatever you need, not forgetting to mention pads and tampons as he said it, saying his work day isn't as hectic and he's got some free time. Rather than feeling embarrassed of him being so vocal about female's stuff, because there's nothing embarrassing about it at all, you were just staring at him agape. He didn't seem to be clueless about that stuff and only one word, no, only one name explained it all. Kiko.

He must've bought that stuff for her whenever she needed it. All you could do was just stare at him in amazement, even voicing your thoughts as he just grinned and told you it's completely normal. But it's not, it's not normal and so casual for every man to do this and then there is Jungkook, totally offering himself.

Yoongi's sharp eyes are hard to miss, especially when he's staring at you completely emotionless like he's not accusing you of lying at the moment.

"I didn't know you're so invested in my personal life," you settle on saying, cocking a provocative brow at your coworker that doesn't seem to be threatened by what you're implying. "And I didn't know I've a stalker."

"This is probably so far, the most interesting thing that happened here, kill me for being curious. And I'm not your stalker, I just managed to see it." he stands up for himself, showing you a frown that somehow settles a huge grin on your lips.

"Oh, so you do admit that you're curious about my life. How sweet, I didn't know you liked me that much." you muse, taking a sip of your tea, not letting him see that this conversation makes you amused but nervous at the same time.

There's just something about him seeing the intimacy between you and Jungkook. You know you're just looking into it too much and Yoongi actually doesn't have any idea what's really going on, but it's like he's unintentionally pointing at your silenced thoughts. Well, you did try to persuade yourself that it's nothing, you and Jungkook, the whole night and it almost worked. Until your coworker had decided to crush your pathetic excuses.

"As if," he snorts, "You weren't particularly hiding, I just caught you in a lie. Your method of distracting me and turning this into something that it's not, is not working. You gotta try harder, sweetheart." he smirks, the corner of his lips lifting up at your widened eyes and evident drop of your shoulders in disappointment.

Can't he be just dumb and completely clueless? Now that you think about it, you liked him more when he wasn't talking that much.

"Still, you don't make any point. Can't fuck buddies kiss?" you ask dumbfounded, growing annoyed at him for questioning the relationship you and Jungkook have. Fuck, even you don't know anymore. No, you do. Of course you do. He's just fucking you while you're pretending to be his girlfriend.

"Fuck buddies fuck. They don't drive you to work and home, kiss you and make you blush no matter how good they fucked you last night." he says, cockily raising his brow once again as if he just made a point.

Getting what he's initiating, your eyes widen as you shake your head. "We didn't fuck last night!" you exclaim in a hushed tone, grateful there's no one who could hear your conversation.

Of course you didn't, you got your period. What if you hadn't? You probably would fuck, who are you lying to. Or maybe not, you were pretty much upset about the repair your apartment needs and you were already emotional from your period coming before you even realized it.

"Say it to that purple hickey on your neck, you're pretty shitty at hiding stuff let me tell you that." he snickers, eyes flickering to your neck as your hand automatically slaps against your skin.

You don't need a mirror to see it, even though you've no idea how visible it is. The feeling of Jungkook's lips on your skin is not forgotten yet and you want to curse him out for leaving another mark on you. How could you not notice it when you were getting ready in the bathroom? Oh yeah, too busy stressing over pads and dealing with raging hormones.

You didn't lie, you really didn't have sex yesterday. You were stressing over your apartment and the sudden issue that happened out of nowhere, meanwhile Jungkook was comforting you and giggling at your endless curses that turned into a whiny pout. Hormones played a huge part in your behavior as well and you sucked Jungkook's lips as if your life depended on it. He didn't seem to mind, he quickly got adjusted to your needy kisses that turned into a wild make out with Jungkook's lips nibbling on your lips and neck as well. That's how you ended up with a love bite. You needed that, the distraction he and his mouth had done successfully. After that, you both just went to sleep in Jungkook's bedroom where you drifted straight away.

"I don't have to explain anything to you," you settle on saying, not liking how distracted you've become and judging by Yoongi's knowing look you know, he noticed. "So, take your stalking kink elsewhere." you give him a fake smile which he returns, rolling his eyes.

"Stalking kink, does that even exist?" he scoffs, looking at you dumbfounded as you shrug.

"You'd know."

"Fuck off," he frowns, "If your pretty boy gets tired of you, give him my number." he says, your mouth dropping causing him to grin in triumph while he slowly backs off, making sure he gives you a provocative wave and smirk.

"He wouldn't want you!" you yell at him, ignoring some of your coworkers that turn around and eye the two of you.

"Why not? He wants you!" he calls back, closing the door behind him causing you to fume like an angry bull. You're going to kill him one day, you swear.

Yoongi just likes to get on your nerves and no matter how careless you've tried to look, his words are stuck in your head. The fact he noticed something like that from just simply watching you, proves to you that no matter what your and Jungkook's friendship and relationship bloomed into, is dangerously dancing in front of a very important line.

You need to talk to him as soon as possible.

"Why are we here again?" Jimin asks, eyeing Jungkook who's too determined to search for something that Jimin has no idea about. His friend successfully ignores him, letting out a triumph 'got it' as he stops in front of an aisle. Drugstore aisle.

He watches his friend grabbing a pack of something that is soon recognized as pads, Jimin's eyes widening in surprise.

"Y/N wanted me to buy her some pads. Should I get her tampons too?" he asks, his doe eyes glancing at his friend that has a look of bewilderment.

"How should I know?" he exclaims, cheeks slightly tinted from Jungkook's question. "What did she tell you?"

"She mentioned pads but I've seen a box of tampons in my bathroom this morning," he tells Jimin, tossing three packs of pads into the shopping basket. "I'll just get her both, just in case." he murmurs to himself, taking tampons as well. The same ones he saw in his bathroom.

They've been hanging out ever since Jungkook's photoshoot ended – just a bunch of girls that wanted to take some photos for their blogs – when Jungkook realized he has to get your stuff before he picks you up. And here they are right now. After two hours of eating, talking and laughing, he has to do this task.

"This is... good." Jimin mutters, causing Jungkook to glance at him with furrowed brows while confusion dances on his soft features.

"What is?"

"Well, I mean-- you buying her... this women stuff." he stutters, Jungkook raising a brow at his friend whose cheeks start to get pink.

"What's good about it?" he asks confusingly.

"You didn't get her pregnant, that's a win... right?" Jimin jokes, chuckling nervously as Jungkook's eyes widen and he almost chokes on his spit.

"Hyung, what the fuck," he exclaims, voice strained and eyes still big. "We use protection." he justifies, not even sure why the hell he is telling this to Jimin.

"Good, good!" Jimin nods, awkwardly pursing his plump lips before he stares at Jungkook with an unrecognizable look on his face. "How is she... is she good?"

Jungkook starts coughing, almost choking himself in the process as he glares at Jimin. Is he seriously asking him that?

"What the fuck," he says again, ignoring the stare an old lady that's passing by gives him. "I'm not telling you! Why the hell would you ask that?" he scolds Jimin, causing his friend to give him an apologetic look.

"I panicked! We've always talked about this stuff before!" he explains, voice raising as he shrugs his shoulders innocently.

It's true. Him, Jimin and Taehyung used to talk about that stuff. Not entirely like women would, but just like young and curious men that have conversations when they're drunk or over a few drinks. And now that he's dating you, he barely shares anything even if it's awfully personal and Jimin finds that weird. Jimin just thinks it's different with you. However, he doesn't know the real reason for Jungkook not talking about his 'girlfriend'. Even if he shared something, he was always respectful not to say anything too personal about his then girlfriend. It depends what's the fine line between personal and too much, but even Jungkook isn't perfect and after a couple of drinks or beers, his mouth would set free and he'd share some of his sex life with his dear friends who didn't do it any differently. It's a common thing between friends.

"I still can't believe you two are dating." he adds, voice silencing while Jungkook looks away before Jimin can catch onto his twisted features.

"Yeah," he coughs, giving him a tight smile. He turns around and makes his way towards the cash register with Jimin trailing behind him.

"I've to admit," Jimin starts, Jungkook's shoulders tensing. If he remembers correctly, when the two of you had an argument, you mentioned something about Jimin and Taehyung questioning your relationship as well. He hates lying to his friend, so the only weapon not to get caught is being silent and not saying anything at all. "I quite like the two of you as a couple."

Jungkook turns around slowly, staring dumbfounded at his older friend that just grins at him.

"You do look comfortable around Y/N," he explains, but Jungkook just blinks a couple of times in the same confusion which causes Jimin to sigh before he opens his mouth again. "I don't know how to explain it, but when you were with Kiko you behaved yourself. I'm not saying you weren't yourself, you certainly were but with Y/N... you two fool around, make fun of each other and even bicker like you always used to. It's like nothing changed, but everything changed at the same time. You kiss each other, touch each other all the--"

"We do not touch each other all the time,"

You don't. It's not like the two of you are overly touchy in front of your friends. Yes, some of it had been to prove to them, mainly to Kiko, that you're really dating together even if you aren't. When Hoseok got involved in that, you had to be more careful and try harder. But still, it doesn't feel like you were overly touchy just to prove a point.

"I'm not saying you can't keep your hands to yourself, what I meant by that is just... it's different." Jimin shrugs, grinning at his friend, probably wondering why Jungkook is so serious and defensive about it.

"I was very comfortable around Kiko." he almost snaps at Jimin, not really liking what his friend just said.

Jimin doesn't put much thought into it, he knows it's probably weird for the two of you as well. And he's just glad you both got over the argument you had at the camping trip. Meanwhile, Jungkook is interrupted by a woman's voice who greets him, already scanning the toiletries he bought for you. He gives her a tensed smile, still shaken up from Jimin's sudden words.

When he loads the stuff into his car, his phone beeps with a notification because of a new message.

Y/N: what are you doing tonight? can we talk?

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[starlitmark]

Summary: Both being in the NSFW content creation sphere, you and Yunho find a mutually beneficial piece of content to film. Pairing: NSFW Audio Creator!Yunho x Only Fans Creator!reader Tropes: Adult Content creator au, friends with benefits au Genre: smut Rating: R 18+ Warnings: language, the reader is smaller than Yunho by a good amount Smut Warnings: recorded sex, blindfolding, auralism, protected sex, implications of a hand kink, use of the name “daddy”, pet names, nipple play, clitoral stimulation, ripping clothing Word Count: 2,416 Host Tag: @sanjoongie @thelargefrye February Filth Masterlist Before You Interact

Listen to ♡ Often by The Weekend

“You’re sure you’re not going to get kidnapped?” Yeri checks for the tenth time.

“I’m sure!” You laugh, “This isn’t my first rodeo. I’ve talked with him before, too, several times. You know Yunho and I are friends.”

Yeri’s jaw falls to the floor. You meet her eyes through your mirror after you finish fixing your makeup. You look at her as if you’ve just said the most mundane sentence in the world. On the other hand, she looks as if you just told her you’re not actually who you told her you are.

“You mean to tell me–”

“I haven’t fucked him. Not in the literal sense, at least.” You explain, “We’ve fucked around in DMs before a few times but nothing in person yet. We’re genuinely friends, too, it’s not just about our jobs. He’s seen me. I’ve seen him. We’re both being safe. Now go back to your own apartment unless you want to witness something you probably don’t want to.”

She shakes her head and scrunches her nose. You laugh at her action and start walking her toward your front door. You start to pull your door open to let her out when she starts to sound like a broken record.

“Seriously, if you think he might–”

She’s cut off by someone clearing their throat. She turns around, and you look up. He’s right in the doorway, looking devastatingly handsome. Yeri buttons her lip and slips past him. You bid her goodbye as she’s already halfway to the elevator.

“Come on in.” You smile at the tall man, moving to let him in.

“It’s nice to see you in person finally.” He smiles

You nod, mouth suddenly dry, “I hope it wasn’t too bad of a trip here.”

“No,” he shakes his head, “It was actually really nice. It’s beautiful out.”

You’ve been friends online for a while now, and this sudden awkward tension is almost suffocating. Yunho smiles at you and takes your hand in his. You look at your connected hands before looking back up to his face. You’ve seen him before in pictures you exchanged in the past. Some of them are more distracting than others. Seeing him in person seems to create a whole new level of devastation for your panties and your heart at the same time.

He drops your hand and leans against a bookshelf at the edge of your entryway. He’s nearly the same height as it. You need a stool to reach the top shelf of it. Now you take in just how tall he is. You knew he was tall. Knowing a fact versus seeing it is so different. You already know his cock is big too. You’ve been blessed to see it several times. Your mind starts to wander to your activities planned for the afternoon.

“You okay?” Yunho’s eyes fill with concern, “If you don’t want to do anything, we don’t have to. We can just hang out.”

“No, no,” you chuckle, “I just forgot how… big you are…” You admit.

Yunho smirks as he leans over you while leaning against the bookshelves. You gulp at the sight.

“Did you, sweetheart?”

Fuck.

Your mouth goes dry again, trying to find a proper response. You knew damn well what the plan was walking into today. Both of you had planned out the entire scene in depth to ensure safety and quality content for your followers. Hearing his voice, seeing that stupidly hot smirk, everything about him renders you speechless.

“Sweetheart?” He calls again, “You still with me?”

You nod, “Just… thinking…”

“About?” He leans in close enough that you can feel his breath against your lips.

“We have a bit of content to film, and–” You stop yourself and stare at his lips for a moment.

“And?” He questions.

Your gaze stays fixated on his lips, “And… I fucking need you right now.”

Yunho doesn’t waste a moment closing the gap between you. The way he pulls you tight against him, combined with the heat of the kiss, makes your knees buckle. You stand there for a while, just kissing him. Your neck hurts a bit from stretching up to reach him, though you’re sure he is hurting more from craning down. By the time you pull away, your lips are puffy and wet with spit. His aren’t in much better condition; he has a bit of your lipgloss smeared near his own lips.

“Is your camera all set up?” He asks, his voice slightly raspier than earlier.

“Mm,” you hum, “You’re okay with your face being on camera?”

“We already talked about that.” He reminds you, “It’s okay. My face isn’t fully a secret to my audience.”

You take his hand in yours again and guide him toward your room. As you had told him before, your camera is already set up in front of your bed. You reach over and press record before you even say another word to him. As much as you’d love to get wrecked by him now, you know the goal is to get content. Your high-quality microphone is already connected and tested to ensure it gets the best recording it can. After all, it’s not just being uploaded to your Only Fans. The audio from today is being edited and uploaded to Yunho’s NSFW audio subscription as well. Short free clips are going to be posted on both of your Twitter accounts in addition to helping with the traction. Before you get in the view of the camera, you slip your shorts off from under your oversized T-shirt. Per the agreed-upon scene, you’re playing the role of his pretty little stay-at-home girlfriend and won’t be needing pants if you’re at home all day.

“You ready, princess?”

You know he’s put on his acting, but he still searches for any uncertainty in your eyes.

“I’m ready, Daddy.” you respond, voice sweet and needy.

Despite neither of you truly having a daddy kink, you both agreed to that title for Yunho to both protect his identity and play into the content you both know people want. You sit on the side of your bed and look up at him with wide, faux-innocent eyes. Yunho hums and leans down to cage you against the bed. One hand slips back a bit to grab a silk tie just behind you. He pulls it off of the bed and leans back a bit to hold it between you.

“We’re gonna play a little game, okay?”

You nod, “Will I get to feel you?”

“Oh, sweetheart, you’ll feel me. You just won’t see a damn thing.”

Yunho leans forward again and kisses you sloppily. The wet sounds of your kiss are enough to make you rub your thighs together. He, of course, notices it and grips your thigh with his other hand. Massaging the flesh, he pushes your oversized shirt up to expose your soaked panties. He guides you back further until you’re nearly laid down. He drops the tie just long enough to pull the shirt off of your body. You’re only left in your panties while he’s fully clothed. That doesn’t last long, though. He pulls his own shirt off. You appreciate his toned body and end up fixated on the noticeable bulge under his sweats. You gulp before meeting his eyes again.

“Can’t I suck you off for a bit? I wanna be a good girl for you.”

Yunho gives you an endearing smile, holding your chin in his hand, “That’s so sweet of you, baby. As much as Daddy would love that, I have other plans for us today. I’m gonna blindfold you now, okay? You know our cues.”

“Colors, if I can speak. If not, two taps for a break and three for a full stop.”

He kisses you again, “That’s my girl.”

It’s for the camera, you know that. Still, it doesn’t stop you from nearly melting at the praise. He takes the black silk tie and carefully secures it around your head, checking to make sure it’s not too loose or tight. You feel him guide you to lie down on your bed and push your thighs apart to be flat across the bed as well. Every sound sounds so vivid. The soft sound of his hands moving across the bedding, the gentle sounds of his breath by your ear, even the light creaking of your bed as he puts his full body weight on it. A gasp escapes your lips as he leaves more wet kisses along your throat. The noises he makes as he kisses you while letting his hands wander are enough to make your panties even more soaked than they previously were.

“You’re so jumpy, baby.” He chuckles, “Relax, let me make you feel good.”

“Daddy,” you whine, bucking your hips when his hand trails along your inner thigh.

“Yes, princess?”

You gasp when his kisses reach your chest, “Need–” 

You let out a broken whine when he wraps his lips around one of your nipples. His fingers lightly trail up and down your thighs, intentionally skipping over the place you need him most. Each time you buck your hips toward his touch, he lightly nips at your chest. The lack of vision only heightens your other senses more. Each time he so much as grazes your body, you jolt in reaction. Each word he says and each noise he makes sends you into another plane of existence.

You feel his body pull away from you, leaving behind a waft of his addictive scent. You feel as he pulls your panties to the side and strokes through your folds. The squelching sounds that come from your lower lips are loud. Each rub against your clit, each time his pretty, long fingers push into you, you feel yourself crave him more. He fucks you on his fingers for a while. His thumb presses perfectly against your clit while two of his other fingers thrust in and out of you at a pace that makes you see stars. His unoccupied hand holds one of your thighs down. His fingers dig into your skin in a way that may leave bruises, not that you mind at all.

“You hear that, sweetheart? You’re so fucking wet. What’s got you such a wreck? Hmm?”

“Daddy, I– fuck! Everything, it’s everything!”

“Everything? It’s how you keep whining and moaning while I finger your pretty little pussy, the way I’m speaking to you, the fact that you can’t see a damn thing. You’re at my mercy, sweetheart.”

You want to close your thighs so badly due to the amount of pleasure you’re feeling. A light slap on your thigh stops your action. A moment later, Yunho pulls his fingers from inside you, and you feel his weight lift off of the bed. The sound of foil ripping fills the space, followed by a low, growly groan. Though you can’t see it, you know Yunho kept his promise to put a condom on.

“Daddy,” your voice wavers with uncertainty.

You feel his hand rest against your waist, “It’s okay, princess. Daddy didn’t leave you all alone. I’m right here.”

The small gesture of reassurance makes your heart flutter for a brief moment. You feel the bed sink again and feel his bare skin against yours. He places a sweet kiss against your lips and whispers a quick check-in.

“You want Daddy to fuck you now?”

“Please, want Daddy’s cock, please.” You whine.

You feel the head of his cock rubs through your folds a few times before pushing in. Your panties are still pushed to the side, though they aren’t terribly in the way. Yunho continues to shower you with filthy comments and praises. Your hands fly forward and feel their way to his hair. Pulling him forward more, you pull him into another sloppy kiss. His thrusts are loud, and the squelching sound of your pussy is louder than it was with just his fingers. Your moans are muffled slightly by his kisses, but still, they’re loud. The fact that you can’t see anything makes it hard to know exactly what is happening.

“Wanna see you.” You request.

“My princess wants to see me now? I thought you liked not knowing what’s coming.” He teases.

“I- I do, but I wanna see Daddy now. Please?”

Yunho gives a particularly punctuated thrust, “Alright, princess, pick up your head a little, and I’ll take it off.”

You do as he says, and light floods your field of view a split second later. It takes a few moments for your eyes to adjust to the light. Once they do, you’re met with the sight of Yunho above you, sat up straight on his knees as he thrusts into you. He has a heated, lust-driven look in his eyes that brings you closer to your orgasm.

“Are you attached to these panties, baby?”

You shake your head at his question. A moment later, the telltale sign of clothing ripping fills the room. You break eye contact for a moment to see that he ripped the seat of your panties and was seconds away from ripping the waistband, too. Yunho smirked at you and leaned in close to your ear.

“I’ll buy you a new pair later, or I’ll pay for you to get some new ones.”

“Daddy, wanna– gonna–”

You’re not on Earth anymore. Your mind is so far gone, lost in the obsession you’ve discovered you have with his voice and the filthy, debauched noises being created in the space. In all honesty, you didn’t even process what he just said to you. All you can think about is the fact that you’re mere moments from your orgasm.

“Pretty baby wants to cum?” He asks, gripping onto your now bare hips.

“Please,” small tears form in your eyes, “Please, please!”

Yunho smirks at you again, “Cum.”

Your orgasm rips through you, stronger than anything you’ve ever felt before. Yunho’s thrusts grow stronger and faster. As you ride out your high, he reaches his own. He releases his load into the condom with a loud groan. His eyebrows furrowed together while his eyes remain locked on your own. You both start to fall from cloud nine around the same moment. Yunho leans down to hover above you and places a small kiss against your collarbone.

“You did such a good job, pretty girl. I’m so proud of you.”

That last comment wasn’t for the camera. That was specifically for you.

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[scekrex]

Hey absolutely love your stuff (obviously since I keep requesting lol) anyways could I request Adam who somehow survived after getting beaten up by Lucifer and stabbed who even knows how many times by Niffty gets found by the reader who while an overlord isn't that powerful is super rich (I also picture them being like a mix of Alastor and Vox where like Alastor still holds a lot of more old timey views but also tries to adapt with the changing views like Vox) and decides to take him back to his mansion to try and help him survive (wants to make a few bucks later using him) after a bit the two share an oh fuck moment when they realized they have caught feelings. I hope you have a wonderful day/night!

Overlord reader?? Uh fuck yeah!! I fucking love this ask so much xoxo/p

Part 2 ; Part 3

Chains on my lips just add flames to the fire

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language & sexual tension

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

The battlefield was a mess through and through and while the devil and his daughter had built up the hotel again, a new, more inviting looking building was now located on the lonely hill in the pride ring, you still felt Adam's presence. The residents of the hazbin hotel must've already forgotten about him and therefore didn't notice you at all, too caught up in their doing.

The first man was badly injured and while you normally wouldn't care for such things, especially because it was an exorcist angel, this case was special. Because not only was the brunette laying in front of your feet the first man god had ever created, no, he was also the leader of said exorcists. You could only imagine how many sinners and Hellborn people would pay a good amount of money to harm him, even if it was just the slightest injury possible. So you bowed down and scooped the passed out man in your arms. If these sinners and even Lucifer didn't care for him, you would put him to good use. For your own benefit that was, but no one had to know about that yet. So you carried the first man across the entire pride ring of hell until you reached your home. The brunette man in your arms was still unconscious and given the blood he had lost and the hits he had taken that was pretty normal.

Once inside your mansion, you headed to the hospital wing, walking through the building with slow, heavy steps that echoed through the empty hallways. The hospital wing was close to the entrance, a decision you had made after stumbling through the doors with a fatal wound that had been exposing your guts. It was quicker to reach in an emergency and while those rarely occurred, you didn't like the risk. You put the first man down onto one of the beds, your claw sliced smoothly through the fabric of his once holy robe to get it out of the way. You needed to take care of the stab wounds the nifty little demon girl had caused. The stabs were deep but nothing you couldn't fix. You gave Adam one last glance before you stepped over to the medicine cabinet and for a quick moment you asked yourself why Lilith and Eve had left Adam, he wasn't bad looking at all, quite the opposite. And Lucifer had mentioned that Adam had ‘kinda let himself go’ which meant back when the two women were married to him, he must have looked even better. You quickly shook your head, what in the devil's name were you even thinking?

With wound cleaning supplies and a healing potion you stepped back to Adam's bed, the first human ever seemed to be slowly waking up. He braced his palms against the mattress, tried to lift himself up but you were quick to push him back down, the more he moved while his wounds were still ripped open the more blood he lost. And while Adam would be able to recover either way, the more blood stayed inside of his body, the better. At least that's what you thought. “Stay,” you hummed as you cleaned the blood from his skin. It was unusual to clean off golden blood instead of the red mess you were so used to. But you didn't mind, didn't care even.

Adam flinched away from your touch, tried to lift himself up yet again. Your hand took a hold of his throat and held him down by it, “I said stay, stupid angel.” Adam's eyes seemed to clear up a little, the fog that had covered his golden eyes, had made them seem yellow, lifted and the brunette stared at you, clearly not knowing what to feel. You saw anger in his eyes, rage and hatred but at the same time there was fear. Fear and pain.

Once the blood was no longer staining his perfect skin, you took the potion you had grabbed, popped the cork and held the smooth, cold glass against his bottom lip, “Open up,” you demanded, yet your voice stayed gentle. Adam hesitated and you really couldn't blame him. “It will cause your wounds to heal,” you explained to the former leader of the exorcists and he seemed to consider his opinions for a moment. Then he actually parted his lips and let you spill the disgusting liquid onto his tongue. His face scrunched up at the bitter taste and he kept the liquid in his mouth. “Swallow it, Adam.” Adam looked up at you, once again seemingly considering alternatives he had. Given the fact that he did as you told him, there hadn't been many.

Adam checked his chest as the wounds that had caused enough pain to make him pass out healed quickly. The only hint left that they ever even existed were golden scars that seemed to be permanent from now on, but the first man couldn't complain, could he? He was still alive and on top of that there was no more pain. The first man frowned at you, mistrust was lingering heavy in his eyes as golden orbs followed your every move. Yet he remained silent, not a single word was falling from his lips.

Your hand that had been holding him down by his throat let go of him and Adam was sitting up right in his bed in an instant. His hands traced over the new found scars, you watched him in silence. There was something about him, about his vibe that was different. It wasn't the fact that he was an angel, no, even though that made his vibe different too, but it was something soft, something afraid to break. You cleared your throat loudly and Adam's eyes were on you within a heartbeat, while mistrust still lingered heavy in them, curiosity was close behind and you couldn't help but catch yourself that you were curious about him too.

-

Adam always bragged about being the first man, like that was his biggest accomplishment and if you looked at it from a different viewpoint it wasn't even his accomplishment but God’s, Adam didn't create himself after all. Yet it was the only thing worth mentioning whenever he didn't want to do something, “I’m the fucking man, not your fucking housewife, I'm not gonna fucking clean that.” You sighed as you took a step towards Adam and he flinched, trying to back up but his back hit the kitchen counter sooner than expected. Your hands grabbed a hold of his waist and you effortlessly lifted him up to sit on said counter, Adam was taken aback by that.

It had been a couple of weeks since you had found and saved him and the mistrust that had been filling his eyes from the first second on had never truly left them. He would always leash out on you only to back down as soon as you reacted in some way that seemed too unpredictable for him. “When will you learn to think before you speak?” Your voice held a certain amount of softness, it always did when you were speaking to Adam. The guy wasn't a threat to you, not in his current situation. And you were trying to use that to your advantage. Because he was scared, basically a deer in the headlights, why not put that fear to use? You nudged his knees apart to stand between his legs, still taller than him you hovered over the first man with a mix between a sly grin and a soft smile. “When you start to suck my fucking dick,” you chuckled as his choice of words, very aware that he simply wanted you to fuck off and leave him be, you acted oblivious to that. One hand was placed on the counter to steady yourself, right next to his thigh, the other grabbed his chin to tilt his head upwards, forcing the brunette to look you in the eyes.

“Right now? Right here?” your voice sounded so delicious, Adam wanted to eat it up, in fact, he wanted to devour you entirely, feast on every piece you had to offer and only stop once he swallowed it all. In Christ's holy name, what was he thinking? Your lips were so close to his, so so close, all he would need to do was - he leaned into your touch, why he wasn't sure, it was as if his body was following a call sent to him by nature itself. And then his lips met yours and a low groan spilled from his throat as his hands grabbed your shoulder firmly, he was afraid you'd pull back, that you'd leave him like Lilith and Eve had and he didn't even know why. Why was he afraid of losing you, a sinner, a man he barely knew? He couldn't wrap his mind around it. And yet he kissed you like his life was depending on it.

The hand that had been braced against the counter was now on his thigh, squeezing the soft flesh playfully and drawing a delicious sound from Adam's lips. Oh you could drown in the noises the first man made, the little huffs and puffs, his groans that he tried to keep as quiet as possible, the whimpers he would later deny. Adam was the most beautiful creature that had ever set a foot into hell and you mentally punched yourself in the face for wanting to use him to make money. There was no way you'd use such a divine, holy and glorious man for that, no. Adam was yours, your little secret and you'd keep it, keep him.

When you two partened a sting of saliva connected your lips and both of your eyes were hazy, he looked blissed out and it was then that you decided you wanted to see him like that more often - as often as possible. You were to lean in yet again, wanting more, needing more. But your phone rang. “Pick it up, bet it's something fucking important, they don't fucking call overlords for shits and giggles, do they?” You knew Adam was right and you hated it. You pushed your body away from the first man's and you saw how he wanted to reach out, wanted to keep you close but didn't say a thing about it. You grabbed your phone off the dining table and answered the call, “The fuck do you want, Vox?” It was the first time Adam had heard you speaking so vulgarly, you usually seemed to be collected, considering your words wisely, but that? In the name of God, that was truly something else. And it was ridiculously hot. “No I fucking can't, ask someone else,” and with that you hung up, tossed your phone carelessly back onto the table and found your place between his legs yet again. “Where were we?” you hummed through hooded eyes. And it was only then that the two of you seemed to realize what exactly you had just done, what you were about to do again.

Both of your eyes widened and the next thing you felt were Adam's hands on your body, not just your shoulder this time but also your waist, your chest, your thighs, your back. It seemed as if he was claiming you with his hands and the worst part of it? You truly didn't mind, you even enjoyed his touch on you, leaned into it and closed your eyes to fully focus on his hands roaming over your body.

Fuck, you had fallen deep for this man, way deeper than you ever thought you'd fall. But Adam had followed you, had fallen with you.

“You were about to suck me off,” Adam mumbled, his voice already sounded fucked out and you hadn't even started yet.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #adam x male reader #male reader #adam x y/n #adam x reader #adam x you

[thatlittleegyptologist]

What are Hieroglyphs? - A Q&A from a Poll

I ran a poll last week to see what people most wanted to know about how Hieroglyphs and languages such as Old/Middle/Late Egyptian work. While certain responses had more of an interest, the most common tag/comment I was getting was 'umm all of them?'. So, I'm going to do just that, but under a cut, because no one needs a post that's going to be as long as this one is without choosing the colour of the sky. Trust me, this is colour of the sky long.

So, without further ado, these were the results of the poll (yeah it's not finished yet, really, but the percentages haven't moved in 4 days and the poll ends in about 12 hours so here we are):

I'll start with 'least interest' and move onto the bigger things, as some of these I can get out of the way pretty quickly. I'll apologise to screen readers in advance, because you might imagine how difficult it is going to be describe hieroglyphs in a way that makes any meaningful sense, especially if they're using different cultural concepts. So, here we go!

How long does it take to translate?

Honestly, it depends on the text, and to some extent the language I'm translating it from. For me, Late Egyptian is the easiest, so a text in Late Egyptian (with all that entails) is a breeze. Others will find Late Egyptian really difficult because that form of the language (used from the Amarna period onwards when the written language changed to reflect the spoken language...except on monuments and tombs which kept using Middle Egyptian) uses a lot of semitic loanwords and has differences in orthography (the way signs are laid out and spelt), as well as changes in grammar (moves to frontal exposition so all the markers come at the start of a sentence).

Once you're past the 'oh it's in a form of the language I like/hate' you're into 'what kind of bullshit is this text going to pull on me?' and that can be easy or nasty grammar, lots of spelling mistakes/no spelling mistakes, what kind of text it is like biographical (formulaic, tend to be easy) or literary (not formulaic, full of metaphors and strange sentence composition), or religious (formulaic, but *Chalmers pointing* Dear Lord what is happening in there?). You can get a formulaic biography that's nasty to deal with (Tjetji) or a 'I'm so full of metaphors that I can fight god' literary text that's actually pretty nice to deal with.

In any case, if we're talking about something longer than 5 lines of text we're talking hours to translate. It's not like the films where they just read it on the fly (though you can reach some level of that), you are going to need a notepad, a dictionary, and several hours. This obviously lessens the more experience you have.

Why are the signs so specific?

We're dealing with a language whose script communicates in what are essentially pictures with sounds. It's also an art form as well as a written script. This means that it can, through necessity, create a new sign to express something. More often than not, these signs are very specific, which means you don't see them all that often (hello religious texts again) or they've combined two signs together (overlapped them essentially) for space reasons and it's ended up as it's own sign eventually. I mean, if you had the ability between trying to use what you've already got, and drawing an entirely new sign that is literally a picture of what you want...you're gonna draw a picture. This is why you get the penis glyph. There was always going to be one because at least half the population has one. There are also tit hieroglyphs. Equal opportunities and all that. The tit ones have less applications though, sadly.

How do you remember all the values for all the signs?

I'm gonna be annoying and say: Practice

But it's true. Just like children learning to speak, it has to be repetition repetition repetition. The more you see it, the more you're exposed to it, the more likely you are to remember sign values. There are still some signs I have to look up because they never stick in my head, but mostly I'm able to transliterate very very easily. Once you've got sign values down, you're more likely to begin to recognise them in word groups, which means you're more likely to just know the words by sight. It is very much like learning to read. First you learn the letters T, H, & E, and then you learn that T, H, & E together spell the word 'the' and then you simply recognise the letter group as the word from then on. Same principle for hieroglyphs! Some people will be able to remember them effortlessly. Some people will never be able to remember them. It's all about how your brain works, so don't beat yourself up about it.

How do you work out the grammar?

*laughs nervously* erm....so y'know how I'm bad at remembering grammar? This is going to be a wild ride. In the simplest terms, there are markers within the Egyptian, just like we use certain endings (like '-ed' for the past tense or -ing for present action) or markers (! ? . , etc), so do the Egyptians. I'm not going to cover them all here because goddamn no one needs to know those unless they're actually learning the language and it would get LONG. But I'll show you at least the past tense, pronouns, some special markers called Particles, and prepositions.

Pronouns

Simple, yet important. These little guys come at the end of verbs (at least in Middle Egyptian). They have every pronoun we do except the singular 'they'. Now there are several different types of pronouns depending on whether they're the subject/object attached to a verb, or subject/object that are independent of the verb. This is where you get the 'suffix' (attached to the verb as the subject), dependent (not attached to the verb but related to it), and independent (come at the start of the sentence, not attached to the verb but still the subject. Usually Participial Statements have these). I'm only going to deal with the Suffix pronouns here because sweet jesus this is a whole chapter to itself in a normal grammar book and I'm not doing that. They look like this:

For other hieroglyph readers sake: I am of the school of hieroglyphs that uses =i instead of =j, and I don't use z for one of the s signs. That's why you're seeing that difference.

For the rest of you: Sometimes there are variants of types of signs for a pronoun, so I've listed them all. The most common one you'd see when translating is at the start of each entry.

As you can see, the pronouns are fairly distinctive in construction, especially when they come at the end of a verb in a sentence. The only ones that would give you any real issue would be the =n (we/our) and =t (she/her) pronouns. This is because they look like the 'past tense .n' and 'marker of the feminine verb .t' endings (sometimes they omit the plural strokes the =n 'our' pronoun and that's just not cool). When you're starting out, you essentially have to look at the context the word is in, and partially continue with the rest of the translation to see if a pronoun is there or it's a tense/feminine marker. Correctly identifying which one it is, is again down to experience. Thankfully this one is something you pick up pretty quickly, because your sentences won't make much sense otherwise.

An example of a pronoun in action is the following sentence:

You can see that the pronoun =k (you) comes after the verb 'sDm' to hear, and before the object of the sentence miw (cat). Any of the pronouns above can be inserted where =k is, and the sentence will read as necessary.

Prepositions

Prepositions often tell us where one noun is in relation to another (e.g., The coffee is on the table beside you). But they can also indicate more abstract ideas, such as purpose or contrast (e.g., We went for a walk despite the rain). Prepositions also indicate direction, time, location, and spatial relationships, as well as other abstract types of relationships. Just like we say 'the cat is on the mat' or 'the fox at the house', Middle Egyptian can do the same thing. Here's a list of prepositions:

These, of course, occur anywhere within a sentence in Middle Egyptian just like they would for English. They can also take pronouns like xr=f 'under him' in order to give a subject or object for the sentence. If you were translating and you saw one of these, you'd know that you were about to change direction/time/place or get more information on a relationship in that sentence.

I've constructed an example here:

MEg readers: There's probably supposed to be some sort of nominal -pw construction in the first sentence to get the 'is' sense, but it's late and I am le tired, so please ignore this potential glaring error. The gist of the sentence is at least right.

Everyone else: You can see I've used the prepositions xr 'under' and mi 'like' to construct this sentence. If I was translating this from the Egyptian, they would be the grammar markers that tell me something in the sentence has got or changed a location, or that it was a comparison. Basically, if you're looking at a word and it's not a verb/pronoun/adjective/noun, you're probably looking at a preposition.

Particles

These are tiny words, which don't always translate as anything, but give more meaning or information about a sentence. Basically, they have a grammatical function, but don't actually translate. In English the word 'to' performs this function, as it appears with many verbs 'to fly' 'to go' etc, but doesn't actually translate (yes, I'm aware 'to' can also be a preposition). I'll only deal with a couple of the more common particles here because there are a lot of them, and you don't need to know all of them.

iw is probably the most common particle. As far as we're aware it doesn't have a translation (there's debate), but it always comes at the beginning of a clause. We don't even know why they use it, because it's one of the particles that you get taught 'always comes at the beginning of a sentence/clause' but then once you learn more MEg (Middle Egyptian) you realise that it barely shows up at all. Anyway, the little guy looks like this:

In a sentence it looks like this:

This is a few lines from the Shipwrecked Sailor, a literary text from the Middle Kingdom. You can see the 'iw' particle used twice in this sentence and both times it does not impart any direct meaning to the translation, but it does tell us of a new clause.

ir is another particle that turns up semi regularly and has the meaning 'as for/if' depending on the context. The original context for it, is that it stemmed from the preposition 'r' 'to/from' (see table above) and evolved into its own usage. It looks like this:

So if you see it in a sentence before a noun like so:

ir will only translate as 'as for' when before a noun. That's how they mark that sort of grammar.

However, if 'ir' is before a verb, this happens:

The sense becomes 'if' when before a past or present tense, meaning the particle has express a conditional sense. If it was before something other than the past or present tense, the sentence would read entirely differently, and thus wouldn't have ir there in the first place. That's how we know to translate it that way. mutters something about the ir conditionals

Past Tense

I'm not sure I need to explain the past tense to most of you, but rest assured that Middle Egyptian also has the past tense. This can usually be identified by the .n ending after a verb, but before the pronoun. You might be sitting there saying 'wait, lottie. isn't the pronoun for 'we' also an 'n'?' and yeah you'd be right! It's all to do with context.

Let's take a very basic sentence:

You see the 'n' sign above the pronoun =i ? That's the .n of the past! It tells us that the verb preceding it, in this case sDm 'to hear', is being read as the past tense and thus we have to translate it with the -ed past tense ending in English. Yes, it does look very similar to the 'n' pronoun for 'we' (=n) and the preposition for 'to/for (a person)' (n). It's because they are all the same sign, they're just being read in different ways.

What do all the .'s, ='s, and brackets mean in transliteration?

So as I just showed you, the marker of the past tense is denoted with the water sign 'n' which is attached to a verb in transliteration using .n at the end. You've also seen me use the equals sign with the pronouns like =i. In Egyptology, at least, we use these symbols as a way to differentiate between different markers of grammar and basically make it easier to spot when we're just reading someone else's work. Say you've got sDm.n=n mdw r=k 'we heard the words concerning you'. Here are the glyphs:

You can see that sDm is easy to see (the ear reading sDm, and the owl reading m as a phonetic complement, forming the word) and then you've got two water symbols for n, and three vertical strokes. Now, as I've already shown you, the n of the past tense, and the n that's the pronoun for 'we' look pretty much the same, but you know they're different. However, when they're together in one sentence it makes them difficult to distinguish. In order to make them distinct when transliterating we use .'s for marking the endings of verbs be they tense markers or say the feminine .t ending. For pronouns we use ='s so that it's clear they're separate from both the verbs and grammar markers. Otherwise you'd end up with sDmnn mdw rk and it would really tell you absolutely nothing if you were reading it without the glyphs.

I should note at this point that some schools of Hieroglyph teaching use the . for both the verb ending marker and for the pronoun. So it'd look like sDm.n.n and that would be completely fine. I didn't learn this way, so I won't be using it. I'm just mentioning it here for the sake of completeness.

For brackets, I'll do a quick run through: … denotes a lacuna (a hole in the text) with no restoration, [ ] denotes a lacuna with restoration, < > denotes an omission made by the original scribe, whether intentional or accidental, and ( ) denotes a modern addition, usually in the translation to give proper English sense or to provide clarification. In cases where an Egyptian word is legible but the meaning is unclear, ___ denotes an unknown transliteration and a (?) denotes an uncertain translation.

How do you know where a word stops and another one begins?

Ahh the classic! This is a two parter: the first part is 'usually there's a sign that tells you' and the second part is 'more experience with hieroglyphs.' With experience you tend to learn how the most common words are formed, so you know what those look like and how they're spelt. This means that you tend to be able to pick those out of a sentence, and whatever is left must be a word/s you don't know. Over time you'll begin to realise what signs do and do not form words, so if you're trying to read a word and it doesn't make any sense you probably need to separate the signs you're looking at. It really is just practice and becoming more familiar with the language.

The other way, is learning how to spot what are called 'determinatives'. A determinative is a sign that helps to categorise a word without having any consonantal value. It’s just there at the end of a written word, like a man with hand to mouth at the end of the word ‘vomit’ in Egyptian tells the reader (most of whom were illiterate) that the word had something to do with something that comes from the mouth). Not every determinative has the same value as the word it’s written for, and some can even be metaphorical in nature. If I bring back the first sentence I used in this post 'You hear a cat' I can show you what a determinative looks like:

Since you know that sDm is the verb 'to hear' and =k is the pronoun for 'you', then miw must be the word for 'cat'. But there are 5 signs and only 3 consonant values in miw, which ones are we reading? The answer is the first three signs: the m 'owl' the i 'reed leaf' and the w 'quail chick'. So what about the last two signs: the seated cat and the pelt? Well those are the determinatives I told you about. They're part of the word, but they don't have any sound values. They're just there to tell us that the word is about a cat (seated cat!) and an animal (pelt!). Now I could have written the word miw 'cat' with just the seated cat sign, as that by itself has the 3-consonantal value of miw, but here, along with the pelt, it's just being used as a way to reinforce to the reader that this word is animal based and that animal is a feline.

It also helps that words in Egyptian tend to have no more than 2 or 3 consonants in them (some have 4, but they're not as common). So if you're transliterating and you've got a word you don't know that appears to have more consonants in it...you might want to take a look at it because you've probably added two words together, or joined the past tense marker or pronouns into the word you're looking at. In fact, knowing the grammar markers, and the pronouns, and what a determinative looks like is what helps you pick out the words more easily. It's sort of a process of elimination of words/grammar you do know, to see what's left and that's where you get the dictionary out and start looking things up.

I'm going to try my best here to show this in diagram form. Ideally, this would be done in person where I could write it on a board and go through it in real time, but since I can't do that I'll have to go with this:

This is an excerpt from the 'Dialogue Between a Man and His Ba' and you're looking at it going 'oh dear god'. So let's start by marking out where our words separate in blue:

So, these are all the words within this sentence, and I hope it at least shows you where the transliteration is following. However, how do I know this? You can see the pronouns in the transliteration marked with the ='s sign. I'll mark those in pink:

So you can see for four words in these two sentences they end with either the =f 'he' (second person masc.) or =i 'I' (first person masc.) pronouns. Those suffix pronouns only come at the end of words, so those must be the ends of those words, and what comes before is the word. Cool. So, what about determinatives in these sentences? Can seeing them help us see the end of any other words? I've marked them in green:

So, now you can see where the determinatives are. The walking legs determinatives noting a verb of 'motion' appear twice before pronouns, and that's fine, they're marking the end of the word where the pronoun goes anyway! Some of them don't though! The first set that don't are the Ra 'sun' symbol and the single stroke, which are determinatives for the word hrw 'day'. These determinatives are a) showing that the word hrw has something to do with the sun (passing of time), and there's only one of them (hence the single stroke). Thus we know this means 'day'. The next is the bird and plural strokes at the end of qsn.t 'suffering'. Plural strokes don't usually come in the middle of a word, so that helps us to identify the end of a word quite easily. The bird is what's known as the 'bin' or 'bad bird', which turns up as the determinative for words that have bad connotations (not always being used in a bad way though). In this case we have the word 'suffering', so the bad bird is here to tell us that. With those two together, it tells us this is the end of the word qsn.t. After the word 'gs' (meaning 'side') you can see I've highlighted the single stroke determinative. This is because that sign can also be read as 'm' like the owl sign in the sentence before it, and what they're using this sign to denote is that 'hey we're not dealing with a preposition here this is a noun!'. The last set are from the word nHnw 'praise singer'. You have the man with his hand to his mouth indicating that the word is something that comes from the mouth (in this case singing), and then the seated man is not a pronoun (this is one of those cases where you'll have to watch out in your translations!) but another determinative telling us that this is a 'person' word i.e. someone who does the action. Thus we translate it as 'praise singer' rather than 'praise singing'.

There are no tense markers, like the past, in these sentences so I'll skip that. There is another grammar marker of the .t ending in qsn.t, but that would require explaining an entirely different verb form and no one is here for that. I'm just noting it's there for people who can read this and are like 'girl there's one right there!' I know and I'm choosing not to perceive.

Anyway, the last things to look at are prepositions and particles. Do we have any of those in these sentences that could help us identify where words begin/end? I've marked prepositions in red and particles in yellow:

So we have one preposition and it's the preposition 'm' in/from. So we know, thanks to the pronoun before it that it doesn't belong to that word, and since 'm' as a preposition is a single sign, it can't belong to the next signs. Then we have the two particles. One is right at the start and is the 'iw' particle that has no written meaning. It's at the beginning, so we know that this is the opening to a clause and therefore the signs that precede it in the text (which aren't shown here) don't belong to it. The pronoun attached it is the 'he' at the beginning of the clause. The other =f pronoun attached to tkn is what's known as a resumptive pronoun, meaning it's there for emphasis but isn't read in translation.

The other particle is 'mi' 'like', which comes after a determinative stroke for 'gs' (side), and before a lot of signs that end in the two men (hand to mouth and seated). So we know that if 'mi' is a particle by itself, it doesn't belong to the signs that come after it, and therefore is its own word. If you tried to read it with the other words, you'd get miirnHnw and since we know that Egyptian words tend to be 2-3 consonants long, with a max of 4, this is too long to be an actual word. Therefore mi has to be separate from ir and nHnw.

There's another little bit of grammar I didn't cover, because 'too advanced for this post', but for completionist's sake: there's another type of pronoun in here called a demonstrative pronoun. In English it's what the words 'this/that' are referred to. Here the word 'pf' (the sign group with the rectangular box and the horned viper) is performing that function meaning 'over there'. So in the sentence we have: aHa=f 'he should stand' (subjunctive + second person masc.), m 'on' (preposition), pf 'the other' (demonstrative pronoun), gs 'side' (noun), mi 'like' (particle), ir 'does' (infinitive verb), nHnw 'praise singer' (noun). If that makes sense? It probably doesn't, but that's how we know pf isn't connected to either m or gs. Somewhere my lecturers are feeling a weight lifted from them and it's because I'm finally able to express this without confusion. Sadly they'll never see it lmao.

So what do we have left unmarked? Those are all your verbs, nouns, and adjectives! tkn (stay close), hrw (day), qsn.t (suffering), aHa (stand), ir (does), nHnw (praise singer). Once you remove all your grammar markers what you're left with can only be those three. The only one that isn't clearly marked is 'ir', and that's because it tends to just show up as the eye sign, or the eye sign with an r 'mouth' sign beneath it. Here it's just the eye sign, and an inexperienced reader will likely either read it with the particle 'mi' making miir, or with nHnw making irnHnw. Either way they're going to run into some issues, and unfortunately the only way they'll stop making that mistake is experience with translating MEg.

I hope that this post has at least somewhat cleared up the confusion about how Hieroglyphs and Middle Egyptian work. If I'm honest, I think it's more likely to have confused some of you even more. I apologise for that. Trying to explain a dead language, for which most of you have no reference point, on a medium like tumblr is pretty difficult. If what I've said here is too complicated, I would suggest getting yourself a copy of Mark Collier's 'How to Read Egyptian Hieroglyphs'. That book is about £10, and it's really easy to get hold of. The British Museum shop has copies you can buy (it got a reprint thanks to the Hieros exhibit) and I know it's on Amazon too. Go forth and get the book written by the man who taught me how to read them! sorry Mark

Congrats on reaching the bottom of 'Do you know how to read hieroglyphs? Which one?'

𓋹𓍑𓋴 ꜥnḫ wḏꜢ snb

#scheduled #this took me the best part of a week (over several evenings) to write and create all the hieroglyphs for

[stygianpen]

World Building 101

World building! How many other hobbies or careers involve creating an entire world all your own? Not many.

There’s nothing quite like setting out to create your fictional world. Drawing maps, deciding which civilizations live where, throwing in crazy kinds of solar systems and vegetation if you’re really going all out… it can be a ton of fun.

However, one of the writer’s most exciting tasks is also one of their most intimidating.

On one hand: you get to build your own world. On the other hand… you have to build your own whole entire WORLD?! Where do you even start??

Well, you can start right here. Today I’m going to walk you through some basic pointers to get your world up and running.

World Building and World Building

Right off the bat, you should be aware that there are two kinds of world building. There’s the large-scale fantasy world building which I will be talking about today, and there is also world building that goes into other story genres.

Every writer is going to do some level of world-building, whether you’re painting a verbal picture of the lake your character goes to to get some peace of mind, pulling a reader into an important event and making them feel like they’re actually attending, or creating a whole new planet for your space pirate to fly to.

The Top 6

When you have a massive task ahead of you it’s always best to start by breaking it down. So, let’s take a look at the top 6 features you’re going to be focusing on when building your world.

WHO

Ask yourself: who lives in your world?Most likely there is a variety of species and races. Or, you could decide on a world where every creature is exactly alike — it is of course, your world.

Do the creatures of your planet have different cultures or are these homogeneous?

It will be easiest to start off with your main characters and work out from there. What is their species and race, and what does their culture look like?

For each species in your world, jot down the following:

Species name

Race names

Physical description

Language

Cultural notes

Special abilities

WHAT

Ask yourself: what social structures exist in your society? Again, start with your main characters and work out from there. For each species within your world, you’re going to need to determine how they manage their society.

What beliefs do they have? Are they religious, or more philosophical? Is there a divide between the two? What do their political structures look like? How strict are their laws?

You’ll want to consider trade and economy as well. Do they have a money system? A barter system?

You may not need to go too in depth with every single species in your world, but you’ll want a basic note or two about each in case it comes up in your writing.

For each species in your world, decide at least one point about each of the following:

Religion

Philosophies

Politics and laws

Economy

WHERE

Ask yourself: where does your species exist?Finally, we get to the physical world of your world building. What is the geography like? The biomes? Is your world bountiful with resources or is it a dying planet with species’ in desperate search of new sustenance?

For some writers, they will take years fleshing out the ‘where’ of their world, including the cosmos surrounding it. For others, a map with the basic locations of the story will suffice. It is up to you how in-depth you would like to go.

At the very least, you should outline one or two notes about each of the following:

Solar system (does your world exist near ours or is it completely fabricated?)

Geography (this one can be split per species — forest elves live in the woods, nymphs live near the sea, etc.)

Biomes (split by species region)

Resources (split by species region)

WHEN

Ask yourself: when do the events of your story occur?The story you are telling may be the main focus of your book, but what happened to lead up to it? What has your main character’s species and world been through that is causing the story to occur? Even if the events of the world do not impact your story much, they will have had at least some level of ripple effect that reflects on your characters’ day-to-day. Was this civilization a warring one and the story takes place in a broken society? Or, has their society reached its peak of enterprise?

For each region in your world, establish the following:

Founding events

Defining events

Recent events

(if relevant) Future events

WHY

Ask yourself: why do the species in your world behave as they do?The why of your story will tie in with many of the previous points you’ve outlined, but it gets more to the point in a way that can directly apply to your story and characters. Why are things happening as they are today? What evolution did this society go through? Do they share common goals now or are your characters going against the grain of their people? What conflicts exist in this world, and is your main character involved in those conflicts or attempting to avoid involvement?

A few pertinent notes to take per species would be:

Social evolution

Societal goals

Societal conflicts

HOW

Ask yourself: how do the species in your world solve problems? In the category of ‘who’, you will have outlined your main characters’ abilities. These could be magical or technological or maybe they are super strong, or super smart. Now, you can get deeper into the magical or technological systems of your world. Start with your main characters and work outwards. Is everyone magical here? Do different species and races have different abilities? Is there a human or human-related race, and at what point are they at with their technology?

Figure out the following (for each species and race if applicable):

Magic abilities

Technological advancements

Scientific knowledge

Militaristic power

The World is yours: Command it

An author with a strong command of the world they are writing within will have at their fingertips an endless landscape of possibility. Look to authors such as J.R.R. Tokien or George R.R. Martin — it’s no wonder their works are so successful. They perfectly encapsulate what fantasy readers are looking for in a novel: escapism. The worlds don’t need to be pretty, they need to be fully formed; realistic in their mysticism.

World-building can seem like a lot of work, and it is. But do it bit by bit, and try to keep it fun. Don’t sit down in one day expecting to create your whole world. It’ll take time. But that time spent will be well worth it in the end!

#writing #writing community #creative writing #new author #writing help #writing tips #writing advice #writing resources #writing tips and tricks #editing #self publishing #world building #fantasy worldbuilding #worldbuilding #world creation

[perplexingluciddreams]

A “brief” overview of my communication journey:

My verbal communication was always limited to echolalia and scripts (by scripts, I mean pieces of different echolalia that I stuck together to create a new phrase, or longer several-sentence delayed echolalia. But I didn’t learn to do this until I was at least 9 years old). I also had very limited control over what my mouth said - I would regularly hear my mouth say something I completely disagreed with, then had to watch in panic and confusion as the people around me reacted as if it was something I actually thought.

I used to request things that I didn't even want. "I want..." statements were banned in my house because they were "rude". “I want never gets!” I had stuck as a script for the longest time, even involuntarily saying it when other children said an “I want…” phrase.

I was given examples of how to request things by my parents. I used "I would like...", "Can I have... please", etc. But this didn't give me a reliable way to ask for what I wanted - I could only ask for things I had a script for. So I was limited to a handful of foods and objects that as I grew older, I had less and less interest in.

Saying "please" and "thank you" was drilled into me so much that I would often say it at the end of other unrelated scripts because it got "stuck" there by my mouth, without my permission. I got laughed at for this a lot.

I would say "yes" when I meant no, I couldn't reject things because I didn't have a script for saying "no". And I had been told to be polite so many times that it was a concrete rule in my mind - breaking a rule was worse than anything else. Saying "no" was rude, according to the adults around me - if another child said "no" to something, they were told off by a teacher or their parent. I didn't understand tone of voice so I thought it was the thing they were saying that was wrong.

As I got older, and became more aware that other people seemed to have more control over their voices and could say what they wanted (my general awareness of people and my surroundings definitely played into my struggles with communication, but I won’t elaborate on that here) I would sometimes sit in my bedroom and attempt to read aloud from a book, or write a sentence and read it aloud. To my confusion and upset, it would come out garbled with sounds mixed up, words missing, sometimes no sound coming out of my mouth at all. I couldn't make intelligible speech with my own words AT ALL.

I managed to teach myself to manually make some sounds, mostly vowel sounds, by moving my tongue around whilst making sounds with my vocal cords. But clearly this was not enough for using spontaneous speech as communication. Not to mention, any time I even considered trying to get my OWN words out (with speech, writing - even drawing pictures, signs), all words and scripts I knew just disappeared from my mind.

The only time I could even slightly get my emotions out was through movement - I used to throw myself backwards onto my bed repeatedly, bang my head with my hand, pull my hair, spin around in circles. I now know these would be called "stimming", but at the time I used it more for expressing myself. I also had other repetitive movements that I did almost constantly without even realising what I was doing, but I considered the expressive movement to be a different thing entirely at the time.

It took me years to get my own words out, and that was only once I managed to break down (spoken AND written, and both connected) language into individual words and learn the meanings, then learn to build it back up again. (And, this could only happen after I’d lost most of my out-of-control scripted speech. AAC with symbols helped me break down language in this way, because each word has a separate button and I was forced to learn to form sentences without an already-there structure to fall back on).

In order to do this, first I must take the long string of noises, and break it down into words. Then I must take those words and process the meaning of them individually. The biggest challenge, and the thing that takes the most time, is building the sentence back up.

Words often change meaning when they're strung together, and this is the part where that meaning tends to disintegrate into nothing, for me.

I have to build an abstract "picture" of what the words mean in my head. With very complex language, or a lot of language at once, this can take me hours, days, or even weeks.

Written language is a lot easier to process - firstly, the "string of noises" part is completely eliminated from the equation. Secondly, I see written words as entire shapes. Shapes, symbols or signs connect much more strongly to their meaning, in my head.

I learned to write by hand before I could type, because writing by hand is just copying the shape of a word. I hadn't yet learned to break down a word into it's individual characters and sequence them in the right order, not to mention finding the letters on the keyboard. My spelling has always been fantastic because of my tactile memory for words - and I say tactile instead of visual, because I don't "see" anything in my head, but the shapes of words are something solid that I feel I can touch, hold, grab on to.

But typing was a completely different thing, because even though I could recognise and read words in a typed print, it took longer for me to understand how to put letters together in the correct order to create words using a keyboard. The motor plan for typing was much more difficult for me to learn, but now I have that skill it's invaluable to me in terms of communication.

It took me a little while longer to realise that a keyboard gave me the opportunity to use my own words from my own mind, rather than whatever my mouth (or brain, when writing - I had different written scripts than verbal scripts, though, usually from books) happened to blurt out without my control.

I learned to read very early, but my understanding of language was actually quite poor - separately I could recognise the definition of one word, but when many words are put together I didn't understand the meaning of that sentence or paragraph.

The feeling of being able to put my own thoughts into written words like this, and read them back, is such a rush of power. I can have a concrete, physical impact on the world now that I can use a keyboard and get all the things in my head out there. It becomes real as soon as it's outside of me.

I remember that "comprehension" (answering questions on a written passage - we learned to answer the questions in a certain way, with a “blueprint”) in school really helped me with the breaking down of sentences and rephrasing them. Even though at the time, it just felt like it added to my out-of-control scripted speech, it gave me a skill that has been incredibly useful to me in the long term.

Getting to this point, where I can express myself fluently and eloquently through written language, took so much time and work, and still takes all my energy to write something as long as this. I am so grateful for the genuine communication I have now. It took many sessions, over months, to write this in its entirety. I wrote it in separate chunks, all trying to express similar things, then fitted them together and altered some sentences to make it flow better. (Of course with lots of editing to fix my grammar and my tendency to repeat the same sentence structure over and over - I still use my “blueprints” while writing, it’s the only way I can form complex long sentences like this one).

In order to communicate a memory or past experience in words, I had to have been actively translating (or attempting to translate) my abstract thoughts into language at the time.

If I wasn't or couldn't do this at the time it was happening, those experiences, thoughts, emotions, etc. are almost impossible to describe in language now.

And translating my brain takes so much energy and effort, and relies on me being able to understand what is happening and what I'm thinking and feeling. I more often than not don't comprehend my own mind - if this is the case, then of course I can't explain it to someone else.

It still takes so much time, effort and energy to get my thoughts out like this, and I’m very proud of the progress I’ve made. Even just learning to use Tumblr and posting on here as regularly as I can manage (plus reading other people’s words about similar experiences, or even very different experiences), has increased my ability to express myself and the vocabulary I’m able to access.

#autism #autistic #nonverbal #nonspeaking #echolalia #scripting #disability #nonverbal autism #nonverbal autistic #actually nonverbal #sina I hope this is long enough to help fill the nonverbal tags ! #😂 (semi joking) #long post #no tldr #verbal communication #communication #from the chaos of my mind

[ninnosaurus]

|| A Gift from the Cosmos ||

So, this is completely inspired by @sha-biest and her lil baby Ammie found on this link > Here. Short inspo to this one shot can be found there > There.

Inspired by Sha's Golden Future AU This is a... Ninno-Got-This-Scene-In-Her-Head-And-Just-Had-To-Get-It-Out-Or-Else-It-Would-Stick-Like-Glue kind of deal.

Please be kind. I haven't written anything serious in YEARS so I'm a bit rusty but yes. Enjoy, and do check out the links. I take NO credit except for the writing itself.

❤️ ---------------------------------------------------------------

Nudging the door with his heel he closed it and gently took his sandals off and placed them next to it. He barely made any noise at all walking around his meditation room gathering the materials he needed. 

A brush and his special paint. 

Michaelangelo made quick, yet thorough work of preparing his meditation circle. Every rune had to be perfectly symmetrical. Not a dot or line could be out of place or else, everything could be ruined. And he could come out of this injured. Lately he'd decided to try and broaden his mystical powers. He could physically feel his powers itching under his skin. 

No, not even under his skin. In his soul. It was an itch he just couldn't scratch, almost like his mystical powers wanted out. To stretch its legs. To walk and talk and live with them. It was hard to explain. 

He had to push his boundaries, even further than he’d done this far. 

So, Mikey decided to take matters into his own hands and started experimenting with new chants. New runes. New incantations and enchantments. Deeper meditation. Everything rune and chant being made by hand from scratch.

Some of them worked, some didn't. The ones that did work were saved in a journal.

He even had a smaller journal where he kept his more… darker, gruesome runes. Runes made to hurt, and even kill. He needed it. Needed to know he at least could. 

This time, he’d found an opening into not only space, but into cosmos itself. A possibility to enter the concept of existence and aether. Not like before, before he was simply at the sidelines. Watching. This time, he’d touched on the possibility of changing the aether. To create a new reality inside of space and time. Maybe even to create life from nothing. To commune with the very cosmos he lived in. 

The problem was how precise he had to be. He had asked his brothers and Gen to not interrupt him no matter what. If they needed him he would feel it in spirit. 

Standing up, Mikey inspected every rune and every line on the meditation circle together with the ones covering his hands and feet to make sure everything is symmetrical before walking into the center of it. 

He took a deep breath and crossed his legs before lifting off from the floor, levitating, and closing his eyes. As his heart slowed down his head began to hang and a soft, golden glow emerged from under him.

The light crawled up his hair. His golden streaks lighting up, illuminating their way. The glow made him feel warm. It felt like a hug, like coming home after a long trip, familiar. Like he belonged and the turtle let out a contented sigh, feeling his entire body relax into the soft embrace. 

Not before long, all the runes, sigils and chants written in a language unknown to outsiders also began to glow. From the circle on the floor anchors emerged. Golden chains meant to keep his physical form grounded, a safety chain of sorts, connected with his wrists and ankles. With four metallic clicks the safety protocol was finished.

Even if the only thing that was going to travel was his soul, his body still needed to be protected. Traveling into the cosmos was dangerous. He knew he would need plenty of recovery after this. He was going to be exhausted.

Soon enough, he found himself outside his body. Simply stepping out of his physical form. His ninpo worked as a sort of conductor for his mystical powers. Without his ninpo, none of this would probably not even be possible. Yet, here he was, simply a whisper and a breeze. Looking back to his physical form. 

He looked around. Looking for his brothers’... and Gen. Smiling, they were all just where he’d left them. After making sure everything looked just fine he turned his back towards his body, and walked towards the door. 

This is it. He thought to himself. This is the moment I find out if I made it or not. 

There were so many things he wanted to ask cosmos. To ask the stars, to figure out how and why everything was made to be. Why were he and his brothers chosen? Why not anyone else? Can he possess people? Can he bring people back from the dead? Can he give Donatello and Leonardo their arms back…? He had to know. 

With a shaky hand, he reached for the handle. 

Behind it, he was flashed with a blinding light making him hiss in annoyance and slight pain in his eyes as they adjusted to it. What he saw was beyond anything he’d ever seen before when traveling to the aether. 

Now, he could touch the realities with his own hands, so to speak. To test it, he himself killed one butterfly only to watch as a completely new reality and timeline was created right in front of his eyes. 

Everything and nothing was planned to happen. 

Mikey knew it all, but he also knew nothing. 

Walking through the plane, he looked to his right and saw his reflection. Only that it wasn’t this current him. It was an older beaten up one. This Michelangelo was a sad one, war stricken and tired old man who wanted nothing more than to finally rest. To know his death meant something. 

To his left was a younger him. A Mikey who had yet to grow up, yet to live through the war coming his way, but it was a younger him he had visited once in a dream to help with the upcoming Kraang invasion.

They all walked until suddenly, the older Michelangelo disintegrated in an explosion of light. Mikey and his younger self shared a look in silence before continuing to walk towards the second door.

That’s when his younger self stopped him.

“Are you sure?”, the youngest one asked. Eyes filled with worry, like he wasn’t sure about any of this.

“I- I’m sure.”, the older one replied. “This is what I- what we’ve been searching for. I need so many answers.”

The youngest one let out a breathy laugh. “Sometimes, what we need isn’t answers, but questions.” 

The long haired one looked at him quizzically. “I don’t understand.” 

“You will.”

With those words, the door was suddenly blasted open and Mikey thrown through it. In the fall he saw a drop of his ninpo expelled from his chest. It hovered above him, a pair of bright blue eyes looking back at him before everything went dark.

He did a sharp intake for air. His lungs burned like he’d been drowning. Heart racing, head hurting. The last thing he remembered was being flung through a doorway, a bright sun flashing and those bright blue eyes looking back at him, then waking up on his meditation room floor. 

Sitting up, he groaned as he rubbed the back of his head, a small bump forming from where he landed on it after falling to the floor when his soul crashed into his body again. 

What struck him first after the initial shock of suddenly being back in his room was a very soft, low humming sound coming from in front of him. 

Mikey choked on air when he lifted his head and came face to face with a ball of light hovering in front of him. 

But it was what was inside of the ball. 

A baby. 

The ball started moving towards him, which resulted in him scooting backwards until his shell bumped the wall behind him. When the ball stopped moving, Michelangelo’s hands lifted almost by themselves to cup the small thing. 

He was speechless. Did he…? How…? He… 

He found himself just staring out into the room. He didn’t move. He didn’t speak. He probably barely breathed. Suddenly, the small life in his hand started to move. He looked down and it was when they made eye contact again he realized what it was. 

The cosmos itself had seen his struggles, his fights and his utmost reverence for life on the planet and therefore. The cosmos itself had gifted him a drop of sunlight in the form of a daughter.

#rottmnt #sha-biest

[cacoetheswriting]

pearl: august 1984

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader word count: 2k chapter summary: goodbyes are always hard. and as eddie comes to learn, they're especially hard when they happen with a person you love.

content warnings: best friends to lovers, slow burn, mutual pining, suggestive & mature themes, adult language, angsty, hard goodbyes, self-doubt / insecurities, mentions of recreational drug use, use of pet names - if i missed anything, pls let me know!

The day Eddie had been dreading for months has finally arrived.

His best friend was leaving to start an adventure in college and she was doing so… without him. 

He really shouldn’t be this upset, after all, he’d been anticipating this moment ever since the two of you found out he wouldn’t get passable grades. But as he watched you pack the rest of the boxes into your parents car, his heart ached. It was suddenly all too real.

The two of you spent the entire summer trying to knock off as many items as you possibly could off a spontaneous bucket list you once came up with while high. From camping in the woods, then watching the sunset and sunrise together, randomly putting up Christmas decorations in July (the trailer looked like something out of a holiday special, for which Wayne almost killed you both), to even getting small matching tattoos — your initials on the inside of your right pinkies. The two of you completed every ridiculous thing on that list and honestly had the time of your lives while doing so. 

“We should come up with a new list for next summer,” you muse, sitting with your legs dangling off the edge of the roof of your parents house.

Eddie smirks. He’s next to you, laying down and looking up at the cotton-candy clouds above as he gently rubs his hand on the bare skin of your lower back in a circular motion. The two of you had been in this position for the last twenty minutes, talking about nothing and everything all at once. And Eddie’s not a religious person by any means, but he thinks this is what heaven must feel like. He’s sure of it, actually.

“Maybe we could go on a mini road trip? Hm?” You continue, glancing back at your best friend's relaxed frame. “Celebrate you graduating in style, in New Orleans, as opposed to the stupid Hideout. What do you think?”

He smiles at the thought. He smiles at the fact you’re actually planning to still be in his life next year, never mind going on a trip together, despite your clear ability to make friends anywhere you go. Then, because of the same exact reason, his smile falters and he sits up slightly, propping himself up on his forearms before tilting his head as he looks at you.

“What if you meet someone new?” Eddie ponders and although the tone of his voice is teasing, the expression on his face is filled with worry. “You’re not gonna want to celebrate my delayed High School graduation when you could be goin’ on some fancy trip with your fancy college friends.”

You roll your eyes then lay backwards, leaning against his side. “Why would I want to make new friends when the one I have now provides me with enough dramatics?”

The tease earns you a melodic chuckle and a poke to your ribcage. 

“Ha!” Eddie mocks, “You’re hilarious.”

“And you’re being stupid, so just agree to the New Orleans plan and shut up ‘cause all I’m tryin’ to do is have another perfect summer.”

Eddie huffs lightheartedly before laying back down, one arm now around your shoulder, holding you close. The giggles die down slowly and he lets out a content sigh.

“Shit, princess. I gotta be honest, I don’t think we’ll be able to create anything nearly as perfect as this.”

And for Eddie, it really was the perfect summer with the perfect girl. His girl.

Unfortunately for him, his girl was playing tetris with her belongings, making sure it all fit in the boot of the car, as he watched with a sullen look on his face because you weren't really his and this would be the last time you two saw each other at least until Thanksgiving.

Eddie realised his feelings for you developed into something he wasn’t used to after that afternoon in the back of his van, back in March, when he sang Me and Bobby McGee to you. Ever since then, he had tried to navigate around this unforeseen situation and later, the last few weeks to be exact, he even tried to tell you how he felt on numerous different occasions. Well, actually, tried is a strong word. 

The correct expression would be he thought about telling you, but every time the moment felt somewhat right, he chickened out. His insecurities got the better of him because what if he didn’t really like you in a romantic way, just made himself believe that he did since you were leaving and his mind was selfishly trying to convince him professing his feelings would get you to stay. Or worse. He was scared to be honest ‘cause what if you didn’t feel the same way and he just flushed years of friendship down the drain.

But right this second, despite all perceived consequences and scenarios he replayed in his head on loop, Eddie was full of regret. He should have been honest with you since, at the end of the day, it didn’t matter if you liked him back ‘cause he’d remain your friend regardless. You, your friendship, meant more to him than any potential relationship.

“Eds,” you hail him back to reality, “Can you be a gentleman and help me with my last suitcases? They’re all that’s left in my room.”

He nods, plastering a fake smile on his face, and follows you inside. 

The once colourfully decorated bedroom, your safe space as well as his, was now pretty much empty. Everything was gone, aside from permanent pieces of furniture, random posters, awards for different high school accomplishments, and knick knacks you thought were too childish for college.

You point to the suitcases you would like for him to take, but Eddie's distracted. His eyes are darting around the space. He's remembering where things used to be and all the memories associated with them, and he seriously thinks there’s nothing left to do but break down.

“Eddie,” you say in a soft tone, standing in front of him, “Are you okay?”

All he can do is shake his head. The action, albeit small, was enough for you to drop the bag you were holding and wrap your arms around him.

The hug is intense yet gentle all at the same time. You rest the palms of your hands on his back as he lifts his own arms to hold you in place by your waist, grip tightening with every passing second. And he’s a complete goner. Head over heels. I think I like you as more than just my best friend, he thinks to himself and it really takes everything he’s got not to say those words out loud.

Instead, Eddie gets lost in the scent of your perfume and the comfort of your delicate breathing into his frame. He’s memorising how your touch feels, how peaceful it is to simply be hugged by you. He wants to remember this forever and be able to think about it when you’re a thousand miles away.

He's not exactly sure how long the two of you stand like this for. Not like he cares, though. He wishes you could remain in this position forever. Reality unfortunately strikes when he hears you sniffling into his raggedy t-shirt. You proceed to reluctantly pull away and wipe your nose along with any lone tears that may have escaped while the two of you hugged, before offering him a warm smile.

“I-I actually have something for you,” you say and retrieves a cassette tape from the back pocket of your jeans. “I was going to give this to you when we said our final goodbyes, but I guess it doesn’t have to wait. Here.”

Eddie reaches for the gift and for the first time all morning, the smile on his face is genuine. It’s a copy of Janis Joplin’s Pearl.

“It’s my tape. The same one we listened to in your van that time,” you explain as his fingers graze across the cracked case. “I wanted to get you a new one but I figured the sentimental value of this one is priceless. After all, one of my favourite memories with you is associated with this specific tape.”

That’s when the metalhead looks up to catch your eye. 

“I can’t accept this.”

“No, no, no,” you protest, “It would really mean a lot to me if you took it, Eddie. I kinda like the thought of you listening to it when I’m a thousand miles away.” There’s a brief pause as you hesitate, “Maybe you’ll even think of your best friend when Me and Bobby McGee plays.”

There’s a glimmer in your eyes that Eddie can’t quite decipher, though, it’s a look that makes him want to reach out for you and wrap his arms around you once again.

So that’s exactly what he does.

He slides the tape into one of the pockets of his denim jacket before pulling you into another embrace. You slam gently into his chest, smiling wide, and let out content hum as Eddie places a kiss on your crown. 

This was your last moment together for months. Months. That terrified you both equally. Since the two of you first started hanging out, you’ve only ever been apart for maybe a day or two at a time — usually when either of you was sick, but even then you’d find a way to see each other, if only through a bedroom window.

Eddie was also fortunate enough that your parents really liked him. They never judged him by his appearance or thought of him any less because of the way he was brought up. Even with your dad being a police officer, bailing the curly-haired teen out of trouble on more than one occasion, your parents were always supportive of your friendship.

He’s gonna miss the Thursday dinners at your house. The family trips he was always invited to join. Learning how to fix up cars with your dad while you sat on a broken chair in the corner of the garage and did your homework. And even though Eddie knows that even with you away at college, he always has support in your parents, the thought of doing any mundane task without you, makes him sorrowful.

“I’ll never not be thinking of you, princess.” Eddie announces honestly. “Even when you’re making new friends and are busy forgetting all about me,” he tries to joke, but it just pains him more, “You are always, always, going to be on my mind.” 

He thinks then that his feelings are indeed genuine. He’s convinced mainly because this feels right. Him and you, holding each other like this. It feels… right. And his heart grows fonder as you squeeze him tighter, plus he swears there’s an aura around the two of you, glowing a bright fucking pink like in the comics he’s always telling you to read. Jesus Christ. Screw “liking” you. He may actually even be deeply fucking in love with you.

Which is exactly why he cannot tell you. Especially now.

You deserve to say goodbye to Hawkins, even if it’s just temporary, and get the education you’ve been dreaming of ever since he’s known you, meet new and interesting people, and make memories that he’ll gladly listen to detailed retellings of. Eddie knows if he told you right now, whether you felt the same way or not, you would feel guilty for leaving. You wouldn’t enjoy yourself as much as a college experience is supposed to be enjoyed ‘cause you’d be constantly thinking of him.

Eddie couldn’t do that to you. Not now. Maybe one day he would admit it to you: “Princess, I’ve been in love with you since we were eighteen.”. Honestly, he doesn’t mind that at all. Just depends on where your life takes you, which he selfishly hopes isn’t too far away from him.

“Shit, I am really gonna miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too, Eddie.”

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thank you for reading <3

& tagging some cool people that expressed interest in this lil series: @cactusangie , @spenciesprincess , @capitanostella

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Reasons Why Your Characters Don't Feel Real

Even if you love your characters, they might not seem like real people when you’re writing them. When you can’t pinpoint the problem, consider these potential factors hold your characters back from their full potential.

1. They Don’t Have Goals

Imagine yourself on vacation. You don’t have any plans or expectations other than to relax. If you stayed like that for too long, you’d eventually feel bored. Your mind would wander.

Characters can have the same problem when they don’t have at least one goal.

Typically, the goal gets established at the beginning of a story. Especially in the first chapter if you’re writing a book. The goal could be a quest or a question. It also doesn’t have to be the primary plot driver for your entire story. It just has to get your character started.

Their goal could be to solve a mystery, make a new friend, protect someone they love, or make a specific change in their world. 

Need more inspiration? This blog post has over 100 potential goals to jumpstart your creativity.

2. They Don’t Have Any Specific Motivation

Let’s say you have a real life goal: you’re going to buy your first car.

That’s great, but what’s your motivation? What made you set that goal?

You might consciously want to have a car so you can join a travel sports team or get your own place. The subconscious motivator would be a desire for change or freedom.

Once you know your character’s primary or initial goal, figure out what their motivation is. They should have some inner drive to achieve that goal even when things get hard. 

Motivations also add emotional depth to flat characters, which might be why your protagonist or supporting characters feel not as well-rounded as you’d like. As you’re developing your characters or writing your story, keep their motivation central to the decisions they make to achieve their goal. (Or not—it depends on your planned arc for their growth.)

3. Their Dialogue Doesn’t Feel Right

We’ve all read bad dialogue and we’ve all written it. Conversations might feel too tight or robotic. How do you fix it?

First, I highly recommend reading it out loud. Act the lines out by yourself. You’ll notice the emotional weight and might write body language more accurately. You’ll also hear the unnatural phrasing or whatever’s specifically the problem, making it much easier to edit.

It’s also possible that your dialogue contains too many long sentences. It might feel natural to write them that way, but people don’t always speak at length. Sometimes sentences are short. Or incomplete. People hesitate on words, catch their breath, rush through thoughts.

You can also check out the great tips over here for more dialogue-specific work.

Remember, how people speak shows what they mean as much as your dialogue tags or body language descriptors. Give your dialogue room to be more human and your characters will be too.

4. They Don’t Have Flaws

You probably wouldn’t be friends with someone who was perfect. I definitely wouldn’t be. People who are perfect (or pretend to be) are irritating. They can also leave us feeling depressed or held at arm’s length.

Characters can create the same problems for readers when they don’t have flaws. Create those incredible characters you adore so much—then make them realistic.

Make people who have different morals than you. People who push themselves to be smart to ignore their emotions. People who love so immensely that it’s their fatal flaw.

Flaws can be physical, but they should also be internal. This site is a great resource if you want a list of flaws for inspiration. 

5. They Aren’t Growing

All great characters start their story with a worldview, a perspective, or a personality that hooks readers. By the end of the story, one or more of those things change.

Stories are about learning. Characters and readers learn things or experience things together. Characters are much less interesting if the plot doesn’t affect them in some way.

Double-check your plot outline or ideas to make sure they create a character arc. Flat characters can be useful, but they shouldn’t be your protagonist. This could be the reason why your characters don’t feel real. Make sure something challenges them so they feel like a real human growing through ups and downs.

Make Your Characters More Realistic

We’ve all found ourselves bored with our own characters. That doesn’t mean you’re a bad writer—it means you have room to work on your character development skills. Use these tips to get started and you’ll feel more confident about your story in no time.

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[k0ff1n]

WHY EVERYONE IN THE TWST FANDOM IS A PUSSY AND DOESN'T WRITE ABOUT ORTHO:

First of all, sorry if there are any errors, english is not my first language and I'm still learning it.

Seeing how people reacted to this post I'll add some things first, to at least not be called a pedo:

I'm literally a minor, so please don't call me a pedo because that's not really possible I think

If you were to actually read the post, not because you agree but because you want to complain then you have two options, to not read it at all or to consider the first point and the fact that I too would prefer the people writing about him to imagine a older looking version.

As stated before, if you want to complain pls don't interact

So I suppose that everyone who plays twisted wonderland knows who Ortho is, but in case someone doesn't, here's a little description:

He was and still is Idia Shroud's little brother, he died when he was a child and his body was remade by his brother to somehow "keep him alive".

I know that reading this gives the idea of him still being a child and that, if he was one, writing fanfictions about him would be wrong, so this is why I'll try to explain why having this idea while knowing the full story is kinda stupid.

1: HIS AGE

After saying that he died as a child and was made anew it gives the idea that he's still a child, but he technically isn't.

In the birthday card form the first year of the game, which is almost three years ago at this point, Yuu asks him in the interview what was his best memory from a past birthday party. To this Ortho answers the party that was held when he was five, which was eleven years ago. If you know basic math you should understand that 5+11=16, which makes him as old as the first years. Ok I know, some of you don't understand that being sixteen isn't the same as being five years old but for the sake of this post we'll say that, yes he's still a minor and we shouldn't write romantic stuff about him because bla bla bla (Also I'd like to point out that I'm not talking about writing nsfw stuff about him, just relationship scenarios instead of only platonic ones) but if you consider the year in which the card was released then it means that this August he'll be eighteen, so yeah legal age for stuff.

In case you want to argue about what he says in the story I'll leave the screens of the translation:

2: HIS MENTAL AGE

Writing this might seem stupid but some of you don't understand it so I'll do it anyway. We said that his body is new, and this applies for his mind too, well kind of. Some of his memories as Ortho Shroud, the one who actually lived, are still inside his head, we know that because Idia somehow put some of them back inside of him to "preserve his little brother". With this said we are left with:

50% old memories

50% all that's known to mankind

We know that in his head he can search everything, you can clearly see that during history lessons and in some of his cards (if I'm not wrong it was a birthday one but I'm not sure which of the two). He talks about how much he likes playing games with other students and that since he can predict everything they'll do they decided to create a handwritten list of moves to use against him. From this we get:

He can know everything from the entire internet, from every site and from every data storage around the world

Can without much trouble go against entire groups of people at once and still win, something that I don't think someone with the mind of a kid can do

To conclude this first part about his head I'll just say that you can't have the mindset of a child if you know everything, and this applies to him too. 3: HIS PERCEPTION OF HIMSELF

This is still about his mind but with a different point of view. When we finish the sixth chapter of the story Ortho gains a real heart, a real himself we can say. He's finally free from his brother's restrains and he starts to become a real person. The school realizes this too and accepts him as a student, starting from the first year. This might seem obvious but we know that two years before, when him and Idia arrived at the school, he wasn't perceived as a person, he was just a tool, another piece of metal and cables that his brother bought with him. Now having a heart and a mind of his own he still has the knowledge he had before but he can also appreciate things from another prospective, one only a real living being can have. I feel like saying this might not mean much but to put it simply: he arrives at the school and is fourteen, he stays a total robot for another year and then we meet him when he's sixteen. After another year he gains a heart and he's almost an adult and now, one year after he's become a person, he's to become eighteen. He's almost a literal adult, this is what I wanted to say. Another thing that I'd like to point out is the fact that during chapter six he acts a different way when with or without his brother. The "childish" version of him is only visible when he's talking to Idia and that single time that he slips in an annoyed expression, one his brother has probably never seen, he gets asked if there is need for maintenance. His real self is later introduced, he's way more similar to his brother if not worse at some points. Various times he expresses amusement in seeing someone struggle, something that even Idia had never done. We can clearly see that the version of Ortho that we've always seen wasn't the real one but something that his brother remembered about him from their childhood and that he had to take as his only option regarding personality. His real personality is yes, friendly, but not childish in the slightest. The most childish character in the game is probably Kalim lol. Btw these are some screens from one of the cards where be talks about himself and stuff, even before becoming a real person:

4: HIS BODY

We know he's short, he's 148 cm. Oh wait you want to say that his face almost looks... like the one of a young looking person? Please don't. Seriously, this might mean something if he was the only character in the game with a young looking face but he isn't, we literally got Epel and Riddle a similar design. And oh look, people write about them, even nsfw stuff, but no one complains for some reason. Epel is sixteen, a minor, but no one says anything if someone decides to simply add the "every character here is aged up so everything's fine" thing. Riddle is seventeen, oh look, another minor people don't have a problem writing about. You can clearly see how stupid this is, he's the same age as them, has the same type of design as them but for some reason is treated different from the fandom. Also, to add things to this mix of reasons, his body isn't even human, he's a literal thing made of metal, wires, fans and a heart. Idia could customize him any moment, and maybe in the future he will who knows, but for now this is what we got.

There's also a "problem" with his voice if we want to call it that. Yes, in this case I'll say that he sounds like a kid, but there's a reason. When Idia created him the only voice he has ever heard his little brother speak with was the one of a five years old, we can clearly hear the similarities between Ortho's real voice when he was a kid in chapter six and the one that AI Ortho has. But during chapter six we also hear the voice that he's supposed to have now, and it's not a childlike one, he really sounds like a teenager.

5: THE FINAL (not the dir en grey song) PART

After all these paragraphs I sincerely hope that at least some of you understand how all this doesn't make sense. I know I'm not the only one who thinks this, I know other people with this same idea but at this point no one can really write anything without being called slurs or assuming random things about them. This post was just a simple explanation of how I see this "issue", if we want to call it that.

Also as stated at the start of the post I too would really prefer an older looking version of him, one with the voice we hear in chapter six from his real and current self and not the one that resembles his old one. This said I understand why some of you want to complain about me wanting fantictions about him and this is why I say that if there will ever be some I will only be imagining the "older" version and not the one that we have now in the game.

Thanks for everyone who read till this point and have a good day :)

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[starlitmark]

Summary: Chenle loves spoiling you. So much so that, sometimes, you just need to let him fuck into a changing room with you to let him show you. Pairing: Socialite!Chenle x fem!reader Tropes: socialite/nepo baby au, established relationship au Genre: smut Rating: R 18+ Warnings: language Smut Warnings: unprotected sex, public sex, semi-clothed sex, mirror sex, praise kink, oral (m receive), cum eating Word Count: 1,413 Host Tags: @sanjoongie @thelargefrye February Filth Masterlist Before You Interact

Listen to ♡ Nothing On Me by Kai

“Chenle, you really don’t need to spend all this money on me.” You remind him.

“I have the money to spend and want to spoil you. You’re my girlfriend.” He chuckles, “Plus! My mom has the charity gala in a few weeks, and you mentioned that you have nothing to wear.”

You look around the shop and then back to your boyfriend, “Then why are we in the everyday wear department?”

Chenle smiles brightly again and pulls you against his chest. A laugh threatens to burst from his lips when you pout at him.

“Shopping doesn’t mean we only have to get the one thing!”

He drops a kiss onto your pouty lips and smiles brightly at you again. No matter how often Chenle reassures you that he wants to spend this money on you and that it won’t hurt his finances, you still feel slightly bad. You’re not from a background that lives as comfortably as him. You grew up in an average household, so when he takes you to these high-end stores to buy something as simple as a T-shirt, there’s a culture shock. It’s diminished over the time you’ve dated so far. It may never fully go away. Chenle grabs your hand and pulls you toward the escalator. The higher the floor, the higher the price. The moment you’re on the next floor, you’re met with gorgeous formalwear you’d never be able to afford in a million years. Your boyfriend squeezes your hand to reassure you before guiding you toward the formal gowns.

“Mom said the theme is 1930’s Hollywood… I don’t know why she’d choose that, but she did.” He shrugs, “What color do you think you’d like?”

“I don’t know, Lele…” you trail off, “Everything is really expensive, I’m sure I-”

“Let me spoil you, love. What color?”

“Didn’t that era of fashion really love dark green, red, lavender, and gold?”

Chenle chuckles, “Sure if that’s what you want it to be.”

Chenle gestures for you to wander. Finally, you step up to the racks and choose a few gowns. You don’t dare look at the price tag. Two of the dresses you’re more excited to try on are floor-length silk gowns. They have similar cuts. It’s not quite hourglass, but definitely accentuating your waist. The straps are strings, and the back dips low enough to expose your entire back. The third gown you picked up has the same cut as the other two but is a deep green sparkly velvet material. It has a shawl that comes with it made of the same material with faux fur lining the edges. It’s perfectly reminiscent of old Hollywood glamour.

“You’ve got a good eye, love.” Chenle muses, “Wanna try them on?”

You nod, “Wait outside the room for me?”

“Always, I wanna see what they look like on you.”

His comment has a suggestive undertone, but you choose not to read too deeply into it. You carry the gowns into the fitting room. The first one you put on is the velvet one, it looks nice. That’s about it; you know Chenle will appreciate it regardless. When he first started taking you out shopping, you joked that he was just playing dress-up with you as the doll. That made for an interesting night, to say the least.

“You ready for the first one?” You call through the door.

“Let’s see it, baby.”

You step out and see your boyfriend on his phone waiting for you. He’s created a new habit of randomly taking videos and pictures of you. You love it; it makes for some of the best candid photos and moments caught on camera. He puts his phone back in his hoodie pocket and looks you up and down.

“Well?” You ask, turning around a few times.

“Fucking beautiful.” He mumbles under his breath, “You look stunning, baby.”

“No objections? We’re only on the first one.” “If you look as beautiful as you always do, we’ll leave with all three of them.”

You feel heat rush to your face at his flattery. You turn and walk back to your room to change into the next gown.

“Babe,” Chenle calls before you can close the door fully.

“Hmm?” You ask, popping your head and shoulder through the opening.

“Do the others have that style too?”

“Yeah, why?” You ask, raising your eyebrow at him.

“No reason.”

You close the door fully and change into the first silk gown. This one is a cherry cola color. Honestly, it’s not your favorite. The color just doesn’t seem to be right for some reason. Standing there, you debate, even showing him for a few moments. In reality, a few moments must’ve been a few minutes because Chenle knocks on the door.

“You okay, love? You’ve been in there a while.”

“It’s just– I don’t know if it’s even worth showing you. The color isn’t right, making me look–”

“Let me in?” He requests.

You let out a long breath before opening the door to let him into the rather spacious room. He presses his back against the door and looks at you with that same heated look. You pick at your fingers when he doesn’t speak for a few moments. 

“I told you it’s not the be–”

You’re cut off by Chenle surging forward to kiss you. His hand wraps tight around you, holding your bare waist. With how he’s kissing, you could melt into a puddle in seconds. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, and your fingers tangle in the hair at the back of his head. Your nipples pebble up underneath the thin silk. The material does nothing to hide them at all.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. I don’t even need to see the damn purple one. We’re getting all of them.”

“Chenle, that’s not–”

Again, you’re interrupted by a kiss. One of his hands wanders up to move the dress strap down your arm carefully. He pulls the other down a moment later with his other hand. The dress pools around your ankles, leaving you exposed to the chilly air and your boyfriend’s wandering hands. Your hands find their way under his hoodie and push it up a bit. Something about him being fully clothed while you’re practically naked makes you more desperate for him.

“We need to be quick, love.” He mumbles against your lips.

“Lele, need you right now.” You whisper back.

Chenle spins you around so you’re pressed against the full-length mirror. You hear him unzip his jeans and step closer to you. He presses kisses along your shoulders and upper back as he pulls your underwear to the side. The blunt head of his cock presses against your weeping hole. You pull your lower lip into your mouth to suppress the moan that wishes to escape. His jeans are just low enough not to be in the way. The skin-to-skin contact is barely noticeable, but there is just enough to feel his body heat radiating onto you.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, my love.” He groans in your ear, “I’m so fucking lucky to be yours.”

“Chenle,” you whisper-moan, “Feels so good, why don’t we do this more oft–” you cut yourself off to hold back another loud moan.

“Cause you, my love, can’t be fucking quiet.”  He chuckles lowly as he picks up his pace. 

Your upper body is fully pressed against the mirror. Your breath fogs up the glass with each pant and stifled moan. Chenle’s fingers dig into your hips, pulling you back against him with each thrust. Even though you hold your moans back, the sound of skin on skin is probably a dead giveaway to what’s happening right now. Your boyfriend gives a few hard, punctuated thrusts before pulling out of you. 

Spinning you around again, he guides you down onto your knees. Instantly, you know to take him into your mouth. The combined taste of your arousal and his precum makes your head reel through more debauched fantasies.  You suck his cock while looking up at him through your eyelashes. You’re kneeling on the silky dress you had previously forgotten. Chenle’s fingers thread through your hair, holding you on his cock as he cums down your throat. You swallow every drop of it. He bends forward and places a small, sweet kiss on your forehead. “We’re buying the dresses, then we’re going home, and I’m gonna make you cum so many times you’ll forget your own name.” He smirks.

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[thefallennightmare]

Moment of Weakness-twenty five

*credit to whoever created the gif. found on google/Pinterest *

Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: language, smut, angst, fluff, affair, cheating, violence.

Summary: Reader is the assistant to New York's most feared mob boss, James Buchanan Barnes. He had the picture-perfect life: status in the mob, friends, and beautiful wife. So why can't he keep his mind and eyes off of reader?

Author's Note: it's short, I apologize. I tried to get something out. I promise the next chapter will be so much better.

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I sat in the large bedroom, feeling out of place. Bucky told me to make myself at home, no matter what. He wanted me to feel comfortable especially since I wasn’t sure how long I’d be staying with him. To be honest, I probably could have gone to stay with anyone else but when Bucky offered his house, my heart jumped at the idea of being alone with him for more than an hour. It wasn’t the best idea, knowing our history, and I had done such a good job at getting over him that this only spelled disaster. 

The loud voice in my head scoffed, knowing that I was lying about getting over him. 

With a sigh, I forced myself to get up and at least unpack my bags, hoping it would make me feel a bit more comfortable here. This house was Bucky's. He worked so hard for everything and it felt wrong for me to come in pretending that I belonged here with him. 

There was a soft knock on the door and I gave my best smile to Bucky, who was leaning against the frame with his arms over his chest. 

“Settling in fine?” 

I gave a half shrug. “I guess.” 

He could tell by the way my voice faltered that something was wrong so Bucky pushed himself off the frame and motioned towards the bed. 

“It’s your house,” I responded flatly. 

Bucky let out a deep breath while sitting on the end of the bed. “Is that why you’ve been so closed off? You didn’t say one word the entire drive.” 

My gaze stuck  on my hands as I watched my fingers work on folding a shirt, two times to many. 

“I feel as if I’m invading your personal space. I would have been fine staying in a hotel until everything blows over.” 

“You’re not, Y/N. I want you here. How else would I be able to make sure you’re safe?” Bucky questioned.

I didn’t say anything, only tossed the shirt back into my suitcase and let out an annoyed breath.  

“This is such bullshit,” I grumbled. “I shouldn’t have to feel like I can’t stay in my own home.” 

Bucky went to reach for me but held himself back, knowing that we weren’t there quite yet. We only just saw each other again after eight months. 

“I’m sorry,” he apologized with a broken sigh. 

“It’s not your fault, Bucky,” I shook my head and finally looked into his eyes. 

The usual light that shone behind them that I found myself drowning in was long gone. Clearly the last eight months had also been hard on him; even though he deserved some pain. Just a little bit. 

“Can I ask you something?” 

His voice was quiet but I had still heard him by giving him a nod. 

“Why did you leave for eight months?” Bucky asked. 

“Bucky,” I sighed, not wanting to get into this right now. 

“I deserve to know,” he said. 

I scoffed while crossing my arms over my chest. “You deserve to know? Are you fucking kidding me?” 

He placed his head in his hands. “I don’t want to fight, doll. I just want to know why you were away for so long.” 

My shoulders dropped when I heard the hurt in his voice and decided that a fight between us wasnt what either of us needed. I took a seat next to him but not too close, unafraid of what would happen if I felt him brush against me. 

“I thought that if I stayed away that long that it would help me move on from you, get over what we went through,” I admitted. 

Bucky’s hands were clasped together as he leaned forward, elbows on his knees. 

“Did it work?” he asked

I looked at him with so much love in my heart and eyes, my voice breaking in a hushed tone. I almost uttered those three words that would fall from my lips while I dreamt of him every night while I was gone. 

“I’m afraid to find out.” 

Vibranium fingers wrapped squeezed my thigh, Bucky’s touch shocking all the buried feelings back to the surface. 

“It was wrong of me to put you in that position. You deserved to have someone that wouldn’t cause you pain. You should be their first priority, Y/N.”  

I began to slowly trace the gold lines of his arm, my gaze falling on his face. “I wanted you to be that person, Bucky.” 

He let out a very shaky breath, lips trembling, and looked down. “I’m sorry.” 

For the second time tonight, he apologized. The only difference was that this one was his fault, so I gently leaned my head against his shoulder. 

“I appreciate your apology.” 

We stayed like this for a while, my head on his shoulder and his hand on my knee. No other movements happened between us as words were not said, only enjoying the quiet solace that we had found ourselves in. Even if he had apologized, I wasn’t going to pick up where we left off. I couldn’t let myself get distracted with him when my life was on the line, the hit looming in the dark behind us. 

Bucky’s phone began to ring and I removed my head with a quiet sigh, watching him answer the call from Steve. 

“Yeah? I’m at home. Y/N’s here,” he gave me a small smile. “When did you find this out?” 

The anger was clear in the way his jaw glanced, eyes going dark. 

“Send me the address. We’ll meet you there.” 

Bucky ended the call and rose to his feet quickly. “Let’s go.” 

His hand was extended towards me and I raised a brow at it. “Where?” 

“Steve has a meeting with someone who knows more about where Clint and Natasha may have gone.” 

Without a second thought, I followed Bucky’s previous actions by rising to my feet and slipped into my jacket. As I went to walk past him, Bucky’s finger slipped between my fingers. 

“Promise that you’ll stay close to me tonight?” 

I nodded and gave his hand a comforting squeeze. “Whatever you say, goes.”

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[vgfm]

Predicting the Release of Deltarune Chapters 3, 4, and 5

a.k.a., “I spend way too much time analyzing a dev cycle that I do not fully understand and have no control over”

Undertale’s 8th anniversary has come and gone, and it’s left some fans feeling disappointed. I wasn’t expecting anything too major this year since the last three anniversaries were a bit of an anomaly. We’ve truly been spoiled to have gotten the Undertale concert, Chapter 2, and the Spamton Sweepstakes back-to-back-to-back. It’s easy to forget that the anniversaries before this were far more low-key affairs.

Even so, the 8th anniversary still felt a bit lacking. I had been hoping for a full status update post to the Deltarune website, but instead we got a much shorter update in the autumn newsletter. It���s true that we’ve gotten 3 other newsletters in the time since the 7th anniversary, and each has had tidbits of Deltarune news as well as their own share of fun extras. However, even all four newsletters combined seem to have less to say about Deltarune’s status than an annual update post usually does.

Fans who’ve been paying attention also seem a bit disappointed with the current progress of the game. Early status updates made it sound like Chapters 3, 4, and 5 were speeding along, while later ones make it sound like Chapter 3 has slowed to a crawl. I initially felt this way, but upon reflection I think this mindset is due to two main factors: (1) fans interpreting status updates overly optimistically, and (2) Toby sometimes using unclear language when describing the status of development.

I’ve poured over the recent newsletters, Deltarune’s past status updates, and Toby’s old tweets and interviews to get a better picture of how the game’s development is progressing. I also looked to the development of Chapters 1 and 2 to get an idea of what a completed chapter’s dev cycle looks like, and with that info I’ll try to piece together my best estimation for when Chapters 3 through 5 might finish.

Yes, I’ve hit peak hiatus brainrot and, like some others, I’ve run out of things to theorize about the game itself and now I’m trying to write a theory about game development, despite the fact that I have zero experience in game dev outside of making a couple of goofy low-effort mods. I want to emphasize that I’m doing this for fun and that I don’t want to rush Toby or his team—I’d like for Deltarune to take as long as it needs for the best result and for the team to not be overworked.

With all that said, before I can make a prediction, I must first break down my observations for each chapter’s development cycle so far. As mentioned, I’m pulling this info from newsletters, status updates, and Toby’s tweets and interviews. I won’t cite a source for every bullet point, but it’s not too hard to track down this information.

Note: Dates referred to here are release dates for products and status updates/posts. I’m aware that most major posts that Toby writes nowadays are made at least 1 month in advance due to the need for translation. To make things simple, I’m using the publishing dates instead of second-guessing the date of writing.

Chapter 1

Took roughly three years of total development time, from late 2015/early 2016 to October 2018

An unknown amount of early planning was done during and prior to Undertale’s development.

Toby and Temmie largely worked on this chapter alone

This chapter required creating the entire party-based battle system

This chapter required designing the entire Hometown and ensuring it would “set up” future events in the game properly

Except for composing some songs and writing the story, Toby didn’t work on any future chapters during Chapter 1’s development

My assessment is that this was almost certainly the hardest and most time-consuming chapter to develop. Toby had to create the game nearly from scratch with the fewest resources at his disposal. All future chapters benefited from using chapter 1 (and later 2) as a base and having things like Hometown already set up in advance

Chapter 2

Came out three years after Chapter 1, but Toby later said Chapter 2 only took 1.5 years of active development—beginning in May 2020 and releasing in September 2021. This 1.5 year period likely does not include planning and pre-production, since Toby tweeted about designing and writing parts of Chapter 2 prior to May 2020. However, this 1.5 year development period would include testing and other finishing touches.

The other 1.5 years prior to Ch 2’s full development were spent experimenting with other game engines, hiring team members, pre-production on Chapter 2, and planning future chapters of the story.

Toby finished outlining the rest of the game and writing most of the full game’s dialogue during and prior to Chapter 2’s development. Toby decided what all battles will be for Chapters 3 through 5 and most battles for the rest of the game. Toby also has all locations planned (in the form of text) for 3 through 5 at this time. This is all outlined in the 2020 status update.

After the first four months of active development, Toby guessed chapter 2 was 50-80% content-complete by the time of the Undertale 5th anniversary. He also projected that the game would be ready to enter beta testing by the end of 2020. 

Chapter 2 was in beta testing by April 2021 at the latest, since Toby tweeted about it at that time, so Chapter 2’s development phases can be broken down thusly:

Design (Pre-production; writing, planning, designing assets): Less than 1.5 years

Implementation (Active development; programming, graphics, creating battle assets and environments, music): 8-12 months

Finishing (testing, translating, polishing): 5-9 months

My assessment is that, although there was a 3-year time period leading up to both Chapter 1 and 2, it feels like Chapter 2’s development period got a lot more done. Toby has said that chapter 2 is the largest chapter in the game in many ways. Toby was working with a team starting with Chapter 2 and he was able to start planning and pre-production work on future chapters in the meantime, allowing for a much smoother start to Chapter 3’s development than chapters 1 and 2 had. Chapter 2’s release also seems to mark a shift in how Toby’s team structures their development phases, which I’ll go over in 3 through 5.

Chapters 3 through 5

Most early planning for chapters 3 through 5 was completed during chapter 2’s development, likely shortening the pre-production phase compared to previous chapters. However, Toby did mention in the 2022 update that “certain aspects” affecting 3 through 5 needed a while to set up. As of 2022, those “aspects” are now in place.

As of September of 2022, one year after Chapter 2’s release, Toby’s team is working on 3 through 5 in parallel and has already completed more than one chapter’s worth of “bullets, cutscenes, and gimmicks”. I will elaborate on this in a bit.

In March of 2023, Toby’s team is primarily focused on finishing Chapter 3. We can say for certain that Chapter 3 entered active development in early 2023 at the latest

As of September 2023, Chapter 3 is in a fully playable state from start to finish and is presumably ready for alpha/beta testing

Chapter 3 seems to mark a slight shift in the team’s production order for each chapter. Chapter 2’s phases were outlined in the 2020 update as three phases: Design, Implementation, and Finishing. Based on context clues from last year’s update and this year’s newsletters, chapters 3 through 5 seem to be following a modified four-phase workflow:

Phase 1 – Design – writing the story, planning the game, and assigning roles to team members. It’s hard to quantify how long this took with chapters 1 and 2, but the good news is that most of this phase was completed for future chapters during chapter 2’s development, according to the 2020 status update. The 2022 update does imply that there was still some set up required leading into chapters 3 through 5. This could be connected with the rumored engine changes to GameMaker to allow multiple games to be launched from a single launcher. Either way, this set up was finished before the 2022 update and be presumed to be done for all three chapters.

Phase 2 – Early Implementation – I’ve split implementation into two phases for reasons I’ll explain in the next phase, though these two halves likely overlap. I suspect this first half of implementation involves preparing dialogue for translation (which was previously done as a finishing step for Chapters 1 and 2) and creating assets in bulk to plug into the game later. This phase is likely when the “chapter’s worth of bullets, cutscenes, and gimmicks” mentioned in the 2022 update was created. Later newsletters imply that Chapter 3’s locations were in an earlier state of development than many fans expected, so I think Toby has artists and programmers design enemies, puzzles, and cutscenes in advance before areas are created to put them into. Chapter 3 seems to have completed the early implementation phase. Chapter 4 has had a significant chunk of this phase complete, based on the 2022 update, and currently 4 and 5 both seem to be in this phase, as of June 2023.

Phase 3 – Full Implementation – This consists of programming game world locations and assembling the full structure of the game. I believe this can be treated as a separate phase from the early implementation because (1) Toby mentioned in the 2020 update that he doesn’t draw map designs until the team starts programming, (2) Chapter 2’s maps had only just been started when its cutscenes, songs, bullet patterns, and other assets were nearly finished in 2020, and (3) Chapter 3 seemed to be early in this phase in 2023, despite more than a chapter’s worth of assets being created in 2022. Chapter 3 recently finished this phase, and chapters 4 and 5 likely haven’t gotten far in this phase or reached it yet. All implementation for Chapter 2 lasted between 8 and 12 months. It’s likely this will take less time per chapter for 3 through 5 due to Toby saying Chapter 2 was the longest in the game and Toby having more resources available to complete early implementation on 4 and 5 while 3 undergoes full implementation and the next step:

Phase 4 – Finishing – This is presumably the same as Chapter 2’s finishing phase, only with translation likely occurring earlier in the process, per the March 2023 newsletter. Chapter 3 recently entered this phase. This phase took anywhere from 5 to 9 months for chapter 2, depending on when that chapter entered beta.

Conclusions

Overall, we know that chapters 3 through 5 are using Chapter 2 as a base, Toby has a larger team and more resources available to him than ever before, and Chapters 3 through 5 are being developed in parallel. Chapters 3 through 5 also had the advantage of having most of their planning and design taken care of during Chapter 2’s development cycle. To reiterate, Chapter 2’s development ended up like this:

Design: Less than 1.5 years

Implementation: 8-12 months

Finishing: 5-9 months

Based on what we’ve heard regarding chapter 3, I think we can extrapolate the following timeline for Chapters 3 through 5 so far:

Design: FINISHED (all chapters). Less than 1 year – I’m not counting the design work on 3 through 5 that was already completed before Chapter 2 released. The 2022 update did hint at some form of set up or planning affecting 3 through 5 that had been resolved by September 2022—this makes one year of design the maximum possible amount in this development cycle, though it was likely considerably less

Early Implementation: FINISHED (Ch 3), IN-PROGRESS (4&5). 6-17 months – The 17 months figure is from adding up the year between the 6th and 7th anniversaries and ending at the March 2023 newsletter, when finishing chapter 3 was announced as now being the team’s main focus; this assumes that early production began as soon as Chapter 2 released and that priorities didn’t shift to Chapter 3 until right when the March newsletter came out. The 6 month figure is assuming that most of 2022 was spent on design and resolving the “factors” that affected 3 through 5, which is highly unlikely. We know that early implementation assets were worked on for chapters 3 and 4 simultaneously in 2022, and it’s likely that Chapter 3 alone would have taken less than a cumulative year at this stage. Extrapolating from where things were in 2022, I’d guess Chapters 4 and 5 are at least halfway done with this phase cumulatively.

Full Implementation: FINISHED? (Ch 3). 6-12 months – I base the 12 month figure off of the idea that focus switched to Chapter 3 immediately after the 2022 update and I base the 6 month figure off of the March 2023 newsletter being the point where focus shifted. Chapter 3 became fully playable in September 2023, marking a probable end date for this phase

Finishing: IN-PROGRESS? (Ch 3). Unknown. This could match the 5-9 months for Chapter 2. It’s also possible that 4 and 5 could move onto full implementation while 3’s playtesting takes place, since the latter can rely on people outside the team playing the game while members of the team are freed up to work on other things. Bumping up translation earlier in the pipeline might also shave some time off this phase.

The Prediction

Overall, I’m reasonably certain that Chapter 3 will be completely done within the next 6 months, barring some unforeseen difficulties. Game development can be unpredictable, so anything’s possible (especially delays). Toby has remarked on how strange chapter 3 is and he’s implied that some segments have had to be removed or cut down, so it’s possible this chapter was a lot more experimental and needed more time.

I’d say chapter 4 is, bare minimum, halfway through early implementation. More likely, I think it’s nearing the end of early implementation. I say this because having more than a chapter’s worth of assets completed in 2022 meant that not all of that was for chapter 3, and 2022’s update made it sound like 3 and 4’s progress was roughly neck-and-neck at the start of this phase—hence, half a chapter’s worth of assets done for 4. Obviously focus has shifted to chapter 3, but Toby did reiterate that assets are still being made for 4 and 5 during the summer newsletter, so it’s likely 4 has the majority of this phase done and 5 has made some progress.

Where do I think we’ll be in a year? The optimist in me would like to say that all three chapters will be done by next September, but I’m honestly doubtful. I think a more likely scenario is that 3, 4, and 5 will release sometime between the 2024 and 2025 anniversaries. If we’re lucky, then end of 2024 or early 2025. I think the best case scenario would be that Chapter 3 wraps up around the end of this year (or final testing frees up the team to focus on 4 by then) with Chapter 4 ready to have its maps created immediately afterwards (or already started). Chapter 4 would then enter testing in early-to-mid 2024, with chapter 5 following a few months after to be ready just in time at the end of the year.

I know it may sound bleak to some to be willing to wait another 1-2 years, but keep in mind that this pace is still much faster than what development has been so far. In six years we got two chapters of Deltarune. With my estimate, we’d be getting three chapters in 3-4 years. Chapter 2 took 1.5 years of dedicated development time, plus pre-production, whereas 3 through 5 seem poised to take less time per chapter. I predict that chapters 4 and 5 will go more smoothly, partly because they seem to be more “standard” chapters but also because the groundwork is already being laid for them while 3 is being finished. It took less than a year for Chapter 3 to go from a pile of assets to an assembled and test-ready game. At that pace, it wouldn’t take much longer for 4 and 5 to both bridge that gap—the only extra time will come from finishing up early implementation on 4 and 5 as well as testing each chapter.

I don’t have much else to say in terms of predictions, but I did write up a big timeline of Deltarune (and Undertale’s) development while making this post. I was originally going to put it at the beginning, but it was hard to parse and contained some redundant information. On top of that, Tumblr messed up the formatting so it may be a little hard to read.

Instead of placing the timeline front and center, I’m including it below for all you truck freaks out there who want to know where I pulled various dates from, or if you’ll just read anything Deltarune-related. For everyone else, this post is basically over now. Bye!

Timeline

2011

Toby is first inspired to make Deltarune from a dream (according to interviews)

2012

Toby attempts to create a Deltarune-like project but abandons it before creating Undertale

2013

May 23 - Undertale demo is released

2014

Toby develops Undertale and continues creating Deltarune concept art on the side (according to 2018 tweet). Toby also teases Deltarune’s existence on the Undertale Kickstarter at some point between 2013 and 2015

2015

September 15 – Undertale releases on PC and Mac

Toby creates and updates the Deltarune.com website between 2015 and 2016. Development on Deltarune chapter 1 likely begins in earnest in late 2015 or early 2016

2016

July 17 – Undertale releases on Linux

2017

August 15 – Undertale releases on PS4 and PS Vita

September 15 – Undertale 2nd Anniversary. Toby releases early draft of alarm clock dialogue. First mention of Rudy Holiday

2018

September 18 – Undertale releases on Switch

October 31 – Deltarune Chapter 1 releases on PC

According to Toby’s Twitlonger, Chapter 1 was content-complete “a little while” prior to October 4th and was still being translated as of the 4th. This implies that, during Chapter 1’s development, translation was one of the final steps. According to Toby, Chapter 1 took “a few years” to create. At this time he says 7 years is the maximum time he’d be willing to spend on a project. Toby announces his intent to release all remaining chapters at once. It’s implied that Toby created chapter 1 mostly on his own, with art by Temmie. He mentions wanting to hire a team for the rest of the game. Toby mentions that Chapter 1 needed to create the entire Hometown “correctly on the first try” in order to “set up properly for the rest of the game,” likely adding to development time. Toby says that apart from creating some songs and writing the whole story, he hasn’t completed any work on the other chapters at this point. Specifically, no programming or final art has been done.

According to later statements by Toby, he and his team will spend the next two years writing, composing, designing, and drawing content for future chapters

2019

February 28 – Deltarune chapter 1 releases on Switch and PS4

March – Early development on future chapters begins, but “99%” of the work at this time is spent on investigating alternative game engines to GameMaker. During this period, Toby continues planning the game and writing its story

April 18 – Toby tweets that he’s “making great progress designing Chapter 2” and posts concept art, indicating that the chapter is still in early development

June 12 – Toby tweets that he has “about 50” songs past Chapter 1 in various stages of completion, compared to Chapter 1’s 40 songs. He also mentions that he’s currently writing and drawing bosses, bullets, cutscenes, and characters for future chapters

July 5 – Toby reiterates via tweet that he plans to release all remaining chapters at the same time

September 15 – Undertale’s 4th anniversary and Deltarune Chapter 2 status update

Toby reveals annoying dog in toy car sprite from Chapter 2. Toby posts early versions of the songs Lost Girl and Welcome to the City. Toby posts concept art of Susie’s angry reaction to Noelle looking at her tail. Overall, Toby says the design of the game is going “really well” but that other aspects are “facing some hurdles”. This seems to imply that Chapter 2 is still in early development at this point.

2020

Around March or April, Toby experiences severe wrist pain that slows down his ability to develop the game

“A few months” prior to August/September, Toby completes readable outlines for every chapter in the game, including first-pass dialogue for almost all cutscenes. All major events and battles that will take place are now known. Toby also decides around this time to go back to GameMaker as the engine of choice for the full game

May – Deltarune chapter 2 begins full development, using Chapter 1 as a base

September 15 -  Undertale’s 5th anniversary concert and Deltarune Chapter 2 status update

Toby reveals he’s now working on a team with four full-time members (including himself) and other part-time members. Toby is designer and programmer. He also proposes hiring more people to work on Chapters 3 and beyond. Toby believes that Chapter 2, content-wise, will be done before the end of 2020 (not accounting for translation, bugtesting, and porting). This likely meant that, by the end of 2020, Chapter 2 was in an alpha or beta state where it could be played through from beginning to the end. Toby estimates that Chapter 2’s design/early development phase is 100% done. Toby estimates Chapter 2’s art is 90% done, Cutscenes are 80% done, Bullet patterns are 70%, other battle elements (ACTs) are 30%, audio is 80%, “other”/misc content is 65%. Chapter 2’s maps are mostly started or placeholder but with all NPC interactions completed. Toby reveals that he doesn’t draw his map designs until his team starts programming. Chapter 2’s balancing/bugfixing/translation/porting are all 0% done. Overall Toby suggests that Chapter 2 is between 50% and 80% done. Toby makes a distinction between Chapter’s 2 development and the development of remaining chapters. He also says that the game will be released in “many Chapters,” perhaps implying he was already reconsidering his goal of releasing all chapters at once at this time. Toby describes Chapters 3 and onward as having story and progression 100% done, cutscene dialogue 95% done. Ch 3+ Textual map design is 70% done overall and earlier chapters 100% done. “Earlier chapters” likely means 3 through 5. Drawn map design is 0% done. Ch 3+ enemy conceptual design is 90% done and bosses are 100% done. Enemy bullet designs are 80% done overall and 100% done in earlier chapters. Ch 3+ music concepts are 95% done, completed music is 50% done. Ch 3+ background concepts (first-pass) are 75% done. Ch 3+ bosses (first-pass) are 100% done. Ch 3+ sprite art is 20% done.

November 23 – Toby tweets the giant toilet from Chapter 2

2021

March 16 – Undertale releases on Xbox One

April 17 – Toby tweets about a friend playing the beta version of Chapter 2, confirming the game was in beta and undergoing playtesting around or prior to this time

July 20 – Toby tweets again about another friend playing the Chapter 2 beta

September 15 – Undertale 6th anniversary, Deltarune Chapter 2 announced

September 17 – Deltarune Chapter 2 is released

Toby’s team has expanded since the last status update and he considers expanding the team a little more. Toby says Chapter 2 was the biggest chapter in the game in many ways, including by cutscene count. Toby confirms changing his mind about releasing all chapters at once. Instead, Chapters 1 through 5 will be bundled together as a paid release once 3, 4, and 5 finish development.

September 23 – Deltarune Chapter 2 released on Switch and PS4

September 24 – Toby confirms in an interview that Chapter 2’s development took 1.5 years. This would line up with development starting in earnest around May 2020. Toby also confirms that chapter 2’s programming was handed over to another member of the team due to Toby’s wrist injury. Toby is now working as director on the project.

2022

February 9 – Toby posts concept art of future chapters

May 17 – Toby posts more concept art and mentions he’s gotten more people to help with development

September 15 – Undertale 7th anniversary

Toby’s team is simultaneously working on chapters 3, 4, and 5. Toby confirms more people have joined the team and the pace of creation has improved from Chapter 2. Most work completed has been for Chapters 3 and 4. Between 3, 4, and 5, the team has created more than one chapter’s worth of bullets, cutscenes, and gimmicks (likely meaning puzzles). Toby mentions 3, 4, and 5 having “certain aspects” that took a while to set up but are now in place, which will make development go smoother. Toby releases screenshots and songs from chapters 3 and 4.

September 17 – The Spamton Sweepstakes

November 17 – Toby announces Undertale/Deltarune mailing list

December 19 – The first Undertale/Deltarune newsletter is delivered

Toby says “the end is in sight” for some of the content in Chapter 3, but is very vague overall.

2023

March 30 – The second newsletter is delivered

The team’s main focus is completing Chapter 3. Translation for chapter 3 is close to starting. Based on what we know from later updates, it seems that translation is beginning sooner for these chapters than it did for chapters 1 and 2.

June 29 – The third newsletter is delivered

The team is still focusing on Chapter 3, but a few people are working on bullet patterns and puzzles for later chapters. The team is creating the final overworld area for Chapter 3, which is the last thing to complete before Chapter 3 is fully playable from start to finish (i.e., entering an alpha/beta state). Toby mentions how chapter 3 is an unusual chapter and implies it may have been harder to work on than a typical chapter. He also says Chapter 4 will be a “much more standard chapter”.

September 14th – The fourth newsletter is delivered

Chapter 3 is now playable from start to finish and is (presumably) undergoing testing and polish.

#deltarune #undertale #deltarune theory #toby fox

[punkeccentricenigma]

Rise!Boys comfort Reader after losing a pet

Relationship status: Platonic

Reader prounouns: They/Them

TW: Comfort Angst, Pet D3ath, Some grammatical errors because english is not my first language.

Author's note: I know it's a bit unexpected post, but I went through something terrible when I got back from work after the night shift today. My beloved dog died for unknown reasons. I wanted to vent my frustration and sadness into something, and it happened to be writing more headcanons. I hope that if someone else is going through such a loss right now, they'll find comfort in this post. And don't worry, the other requests are ready and I will make them public soon.

Leonardo

◇ When he heard about your loss, he immediately used his sword to teleport to you.

◇ What happened was terrible; he didn't want to leave you alone with it.

◇ Most likely, the boy began to wipe away your tears with his hands and then hugged you.

◇ Sweet words of encouragement here, sweet words of comfort there, Leonardo is an expert in conversation.

◇ I think he didn't leave your side for at least a week. You were pampered from every side. Leo just couldn't stand seeing you in such a state.

◇ That's why he often appeared out of nowhere at your school.

"Leo...?" You whispered in surprise when you closed your locker and saw a red-slider turtle right in front of you, wearing one of his blue hoodies.

"Tadah! Your knight in shining armor has come to the rescue again!" The teenager announced, pulling a pack of tissues and a candy bar from his pockets. Before you could say or think anything, Leo wiped away your fresh tears and handed you the treat.

◇ If you kept falling into despair, he tried to only recall good memories with your deceased pet. Honestly, he would prefer you to forget the whole incident, but he suspected it would be entirely unhealthy for your mental well-being.

◇ I know this may sound controversial, but I think Leo is one of those people who will want to find a new pet for you as soon as possible to help you heal faster.

◇ If you agree, he'll scour every animal shelter and internet listing to find the best replacement!

◇ But if you don't, he'll try to listen to your opinion, although expect occasional reminders of the idea.

◇ In the end, he won't leave you without support.

Raphael

◇ He understands that this is a difficult time for you, so Raphael is ready to provide you with all the support you may need.

◇ His willingness to come to you whenever you need him is a testament to his dedication and care for you. Whether it's during a regular day or a nighttime patrol, he'll quickly come to your side!

◇ It's worth appreciating that despite the absence of your pet, you have a loyal friend in Raphael who will try to fill that void.

◇ In these challenging moments, you will surely be a tremendous source of support for each other, given that Raph has taken care of your pet before, and the loss has deeply affected him as well.

◇ Especially since animals usually don't like him very much, so your pet had a special place in his heart.

◇ Together, you will overcome the sadness of its loss.

◇ The turtle won't push the idea of getting a new pet on you, but he will either give you or specially sew a plush toy for you so that you don't feel too lonely.

◇ Just a real big bro for you.

Donatello

◇ Let's be honest, Donatello isn't particularly adept at understanding the feelings of others, offering words of comfort, or empathizing with specific situations.

◇ Therefore, the only consolation for now is listening to you and every thought you have about the loss of your beloved pet, while occasionally patting you on the back for comfort.

◇ He may not initiate it at first, but if you want it, he'll give you a strong hug.

◇ He knows roughly how long grief lasts, but the young genius won't want to let you wallow in bitter tears and sadness for too long on his watch.

◇ So he created an almost-perfect replica of your pet as a robot for you. Hey, it might be a little... unethical, but his way of showing he cares is by giving you devices he's made!

◇ Although a few drops of nervous sweat trickled down his forehead when the only response to the cheerful little robot was shock on your face.

"Cough! Don't worry, [Y.N]! Your dear evil genius has created something for you that won't plunge you into deeper depression! Behold, Pet 3000!"

"..."

"... damn."

◇ Maybe the initial impressions weren't the best... But slowly, you got used to having something like that around.

◇ But in the end, you still wanted Donnie to improve the robot so that it became its own separate entity, not just a copy of something dear to you.

◇ Nevertheless, you were grateful to the guy for his effort.

Michelangelo

◇ Hugs, sweet words, and support, but multiply that by 7. I don't know why by 7, I just love that number, lol.

◇ He's NOT LEAVING YOU ALONE WITH THIS! No matter how much you didn't want to burden him with all this, he won’t let you shut yourself up, especially after this tragedy!

◇ It's also worth remembering that the grieving process is individual, and everyone goes through it differently. Michelangelo will approach your needs patiently and understandingly, respecting your time and space.

◇ But he really would like to spend as much time with you as possible.

◇ Expect many sessions with Dr. Delicate Touch; thanks to understanding your feelings, accepting the loss of your pet will be faster and much easier.

◇ Together, you probably created special memorial spots for your lost pet, which will help preserve their memory.

◇ There will also be painting sessions. He'll expect you to pour your frustration onto a piece of paper.

◇ Another one who will want to spend whole days and nights with you.

◇ I have a feeling that if for some reason he can't be with you at a given moment, he'll ask April to 'borrow' Mayhem for you. It might be a bit painful for you feeling Mayhem snuggle up to you and purr, reminding you of your previous pet, but after a while, you'll feel much better.

#Angst #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #rottmnt x y/n #rottmnt x you #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise donnie x reader #rise leo x reader #rise mikey x reader #rise raph x reader #rottmnt x reader #Headcanons #x reader #tmnt

[mariejordans]

i honestly don’t even know where to begin with this post, so i guess i’ll start with hi! sorry, i’ve been gone so long, though probably most of you didn’t even notice i was gone lol. sorry for not giving any warning to my absence, and i am especially sorry to the mutuals who have reached out to me that i haven’t responded to. i was and still am struggling with anxiety and depression and towards the new year it was getting to be a bit much for me, so i decided to take a mental health break from social media.

i’d honestly been contemplating coming back, but today i received a dm from someone with a link to a post that was accusing me of bullying and creating fake accounts to bully other people in this fandom. first of all, i would like to emphasize that this is not true. attached below is a screenshot of all the blogs that i own (EDIT 2/9/24: i have since deleted the screenshot for my own privacy and i believe that since i made this post, there has been more than enough evidence to clear my name.) milfsociety is my main account, which i have linked before on this blog and many of my mutuals also follow me on my main, and the rest of them are just me saving my old usernames or other sideblogs that i rarely use, but all of them have been inactive for two months at least.

i do NOT condone bullying ever, and to be continually accused of it by this person is very disheartening. it started with this post (seen below) that i made back in november after seeing a post discrediting marie as the main character of gen v. i admit that my language was probably a bit harsher than was necessary, but honestly my intention was not to send hate to op (which is why i never tagged it with any gen v related tags) but to defend marie. it also wasn’t meant to be solely specific to this one person but as a general post because at the time, there were lots of accounts discrediting marie and to be honest, i was just kinda venting bc of how sick of it i was. (also, just to mention, i have intentionally left out their username because the last thing i want is to send hate to this person.) this was the only post i made on the topic and later i heard that apparently op blocked me afterward (which does not offend me in the slightest since i have since done the same thing) so this honestly should have been the end of it.

i honestly hadn’t given this post a second thought until a little under a month later i received this ask out of nowhere, accusing me of ableism and bullying. i replied to this ask, which i will link here. honestly this ask came as a complete shock to me, because i had honestly forgotten all about my previous post.

i responded to anon and in the reply i apologized to their friend for my hurtful comments and expressed that it was never my intention to attack anyone, especially anyone with a disability, which i did not know about when i initially made the first post. i also explained my side, stating why i made the post in the first place, which i still stand by. originally, i had linked their post in my reply, which in hindsight was a mistake that i regret and i should’ve known better. again, my last intention ever is to spread hate and negativity or to bully anyone, so i deleted the link when i was asked by a third party. this person has also since deleted that post about marie entirely.

shortly after i posted the reply, i guess i can only assume that whoever anon was told them about the reply. i’m honestly not sure if they’ve ever actually read this reply or not, but they made a response to my reply, accusing me of harassment and bullying. honestly, it really confused me at the time, since i’d only made two posts in reference to them, and one was a reply to an ask, but we ended up having a third party account who was mutuals with both of us acting as a mediator to settle things and i genuinely wanted to move on from the situation. we both had each other blocked and it seemed to me that anon was just trying to instigate more drama between us, so i thought it best to just leave it at that. i was also going through some mental health issues at the time (unrelated to this situation even though it didn’t help) and had been considering taking a break from tumblr, and so i thought it would be best to just go inactive for a while.

this is honestly the first time i’ve used tumblr in the two months since i’ve been gone, so i have no idea what else has been happening regarding any other blogs and this person, but apparently i am being named as the sole instigator here and i just wanted to once and for all clear up this issue and my name. i’m honestly not sure if this person will see this post or if they’ll even accept it as truth. i can’t force them or anyone to believe me as i really don’t know what else i’d have to do to prove that i don’t have any other secret accounts other than making this post.

i will probably continue to be inactive on this account as i think it is in everyone’s best interest. i never wanted to contribute or start any drama in this fandom, but i feel like i am partially responsible in how this situation has turned out, so i would also like to apologize to you all as well. i’ve never had an account of mine get as big as this one has (thank you to everyone who liked and supported my silly little ramblings!) and i can honestly say i have had the best time interacting and fangirling with you all about this show and these characters that i love so much and i will continue to enjoy and love gen v and marie from afar!

goodbye for now,

rose (aka mariejordans)

#gen v #heronamedhawks #update this user is actually a racist transphobic piece of shit so please block them and do not give them any more of your attention

[beetboxx]

the leather jacket effect - billy hargrove x reader

part 2 ; masterlist here

WARNINGS; sexual tension, language, douchebag billy hargrove, drinking, let me know if i missed any!

you once heard about a myth about fairies when you were little. it made you stay up for days out of the fear that some mythological being would sneak in your room late at night and steal your body. they’re always depicted as being apple-cheeked, giggling and joyful little critters, adorned in flowers and shades of green. but they were also known to be hideous to natives- vengeful, mischievous, wanting nothing but to create chaos with bodies of grey-green skin and white bone and yellow fingernails that drag across your floorboards with a disgusting creaking sound. the myth that you remember the most- because you made the mistake of asking your grandmother if she’d ever seen a fairy- was, if you give a fairy your name, you give up power to them. then they could trick, lure and enchant you. 

what this meant, and why you knew it, was kind of a mystery. all you knew is that it seemed relevant to your current situation, after you gave the new star of hawkins, billy hargrove, your name. it seemed like after that morning when he interrupted your smoke break, he couldn’t get out of your way. it seemed like even the idea that you weren’t interested in swooning over him was driving him insane, making him feel the need to prove himself and everyone around him. 

after first period, you tried to shake the very strong scent of his gum mixed with tobacco off of your nose and the image of his smile out of your head. you had never actually sat through your entire life skills class, but with billy guarding your usual spot, you had to today. you didn’t know why you couldn’t just.. stand next to him. you weren’t scared of him, and you didn’t have anything to hate him for, you just.. couldn’t.  and it was bugging you. big time. 

but first period came and went, and then second period, and then third period, and then soon enough the fourth period bell rang and you made your way to your english class, stopping at your locker to grab your overly heavy textbook that you would barely use the entire year and your copy of animal farm, a book that all teachers were pushing their students to read with the sudden increase in hostility between the US and the USSR. to you, it was just a pain in the ass. but, you thought the book was kind of cool. the concept, at least, giving farm animals human characteristics in their plot to create a communistic society within their home. 

and you were excited to read it, too, as you sat down in mrs. campbell’s class. she was an older lady, not elderly but not a yuppie, of course. she was super passive to you- you weren’t sure if she even knew your name. you could excuse it because of her age, but she wasn’t nearly old enough to use that excuse. 

as you sat down, the usual chatter of the pre-tardy bell seemed to be a bit louder, a bit more excited than usual, from behind you, you heard whispering and giggling from several people that you passed off as the usual hawkins gossip and judgement.

“oh my god, did you see-”

“yes! yes, i know, right?”

“it was so crazy,-”

“jesus, jason is being such a drag-” 

“hey, are you going tomor-”

“oh, for sure. i hear that new hottie is going- billy hargrove.”

you don’t know why, but that collection of sounds put together in the form of a name made your senses tense up, like a bloodhound looking for a trail. like a reflex, your neck twisted to look at the group of gossipers, unfortunately coming face to face with “the popular kids.” you froze as they stopped talking, eyes widened without your knowledge. tina raised her eyebrows at you, tilting her head and waiting for you to talk, say something besides looking like a deer in headlights. 

“can we.. help you?” tina asked sarcastically when you didn’t answer, earning a snicker from the other girls. 

you swallowed, “uh- no no, i was.. looking at the.. poster, behind you,” you lied, pointing an unsteady hand behind the group to the poster of kindergarten-level grammar rules. 

tina let out a laugh, the others following suit until she spoke again. they knew you were looking at them, but it was entertaining to them to see someone else struggle. sadists, you thought.

“riiiighhhtt, yeah. totally,” tina continued, looking at her friends as they laughed, waiting for you to turn around to continue their gossip.

you sighed, planting your elbow on your desk and holding your forehead in your palm, already wanting this stupid class to be over.

“alright, class! tardy bell has rang, please get your books out,” mrs. campbell announced, her tired voice sounding already irritated with her students. you understood why, hawkins high students had a tendency to be incompetent and careless. you honestly felt kinda bad for her, having to teach a bunch of teenagers that wanted to go out and do keg stands about the dangers of the soviet union. 

you heard the shuffling of bags and papers, and then the thick sound of books planting on desks with small groans of dread.

“now, today we will be independently,” she emphasized, glancing at the group of basketball players in the front of the class, “reading chapters four through six. i want you all to focus on the stylistic choices today- i have a worksheet up front to fill out wh-”

the wooden door labeled with “mrs. campbell” and various stickers slowly pushed open just then, interrupting mrs. campbell’s instruction and throwing the class into a curious silence. the sound of boots thudding against tile seemingly bounced off the walls of your small classroom, and with each sound, dread filled the pit of your stomach. you needed this to not be what you think it is. if it is, maybe a transfer is something to think about. 

but, of course, it was exactly what you hoped it wasn’t.

“ah, mr. hargrove, how nice of you to join us on your second day of school,” mrs. campbell sighed, folding her hands together and turning to face the character entering the classroom.

“oh, mrs. campbell, so sorry about that. i uh- got lost and ended up in E hall. it won’t happen again. promise.”

billy hargrove. there he was, trying to charm his way out of trouble with the same smile he gave you, when all you wanted was to have nothing to do with him or what he represented. his stupid, cold puppy-dog eyes made contact with mrs. campbell’s, and her stern face dropped, just like that. you could’ve sworn you saw her knees buckle, too. gross. 

“that’s.. fine.” oh, come on mrs. campbell! you thought she had way more bite in her than to submit to billy’s manipulation. “this will be a warning, though. i expect you to be on time.” 

“of course,” billy nodded. he then held out his ring-clad hand for mrs. campbell to shake. what a douchebag. “i’m billy hargrove, miss.” she took his hand, giving him a weak handshake, her usual frown twisting into a polite grin. 

“i am mrs. campbell, your english teacher. please, take a seat- we were just getting started,” she explained, tired tone becoming welcoming and accepting as she extended her arm to gesture billy to an open seat as she dropped his hand. billy’s eyes examined the terrain, seeing what people he could bully for homework and what people would do it willingly and what people weren’t even worth asking. and eventually, as he scanned desk by desk, his blue eyes landed on you. he smirked. a quiet smirk, one barely noticeable and would’ve seemed like it was directed at the popular girls wearing bright colors behind you. but you knew, it was directed at you and the name you gave him. you could feel his gaze even after it left you, like a lazer that burned a hole in your head. it was sharp, like he was holding a knife to your acrobatic stomach, threatening you with a secret even you didn’t know about. as soon as his eyes landed on you, your eyes snapped another direction, letting out a heavy huff, hurrying to open your book and appear busy with the hopes he wouldn’t bother you. 

he opted to sit right in front of you, much to your distaste. maybe you could move seats tomorrow and mrs. campbell wouldn’t notice. you didn’t need to be around him and his basketball team buddies, sandwiched between them and the group of gossipmongers behind you. and especially not near him. you knew that his public acknowledgement of your existence meant that you became another person that hawkins high saw as prey to hunt and degrade at billy’s new command. and you really, didn’t want that to happen. you didn’t want to be popular, not by any means, but you couldn’t stand to be bullied as harshly as the band nerds or that one fantasy board game club. you felt like you needed to hide, shove yourself inside a locker so no one else could. was it too late in the year to get a complete schedule change? maybe change your name, too? 

the entire class you were on edge. everytime billy shifted or talked you felt your stomach drop and the need to clench your eyes shut, like you were expecting the fall on a rollercoaster that you definitely did not want to be on. you couldn’t comprehend why you cared so much. why you were so.. uneasy about him. it wasn’t just the consequences that could appear if you became one of billy’s inside jokes to his friends, but him as a whole. the way he walked, the way he talked to you that morning like your attraction to him was guaranteed, the way you could see his biceps flexing when he shed his leather jacket and placed it on the back of his chair. you hated that he was so.. hot. it was infuriating. he was dangerous. you could tell that the moment you saw him walking from his car. and for some goddamn reason, and as much as you would like to deny it and bury it deep, you were curious. 

but, nothing happened. that class ended after forty five extra long minutes, and for the first time in the school year, you had to finish your english work at home. you just couldn’t seem to focus for some odd reason. you knew that billy and his goons didn’t do any work, though. they just fooled around and made fun of people and talked about basketball, keith’s new hot babe, praising billy for his new found basketball skills, et cetera. and everytime billy whispered the first sound of your name in any word, your face shot up, ears sounding in carefully to their conversation, until you realized it was nothing and looked back down to your book.

the rest of the day, thankfully, went completely normal. lunch, your last three periods, and then you got to go home. it was a friday, and your parents always went to bed early, so you could do your homework and then watch tv until you decided to go to bed. maybe you could catch that new show miami vice cathy had been talking your ears off about.

well, that’s what you expected, but just as everything else in the day, it went exactly the opposite. cathy stopped you as you left the school, obviously determined to get her way. you could tell by the way she hurriedly walked to you, no bounce or giggle, just a “stern” face that still morphed into a grin.

“i am picking you up at 9, we are going to that party. got it?” she demanded, obviously set on her goal.

“but-“

“no buts! come onn, let’s have a little fun-! you’ve never been to laurie’s party’s, they are toootally bitchin.”

you sighed, your lips parting to protest more, but cathy had you figured out.

“you have little to no homework, it’s a friday, there is nothing to study for. AND,” she exclaimed, holding up a finger to emphasize her point, “there is going to be legit so many dudes there. like, fiinnneee ones.”

“i- i don’t have anything to wear,” you interjected, trying to come up with any excuse to get out of this. “it would be like.. hella embarrassing for you to show up with me, caths.”

“bullshit!” cathy laughed. “you are a total babe, trust me. just find something cute to wear, if you’re luckyy-“ she said, a little sing-songy. it made you chuckle. “it won’t be on you for long.”

“you’re trying to get me laid?” you laughed, beginning to walk to your school bus.

“yes! well, no, not just that- i just want you to take a chill pill and have fun, (y/n)!” cathy returned your laughter, her trying to be intimidating and demanding long gone. she was a good person. for sure a dumb blonde, but she wanted the best for you, and wasn’t ashamed of being friends with someone so unknown.

you stopped, sighing with a grin at her excitement and wholesome desperation.

“fine.”

cathy gasped happily, clapping her hands giddily.

“YAY!” she squealed. she then spent the rest of the walk to your bus giving you all the details, the vibe, who she was hoping to see there. and billy hargrove was never mentioned. a good sign.

she gave you a tight hug, whispering a thank you into your ear before playfully pushing you into the bus.

————

cathy arrived at your door promptly at 9, holding true to her promise, making sure to honk her horn at least three times, as if telling you ‘there is no backing out now!’

you didn’t really intend to back out, but you were nervous. you couldn’t tell why, but your stomach felt like it was twisting and jumping in anticipation. to be honest, you had only been to one highschool party before, your sophomore year, and it was the lamest thing you’ve ever seen. you went with your then boyfriend, who didn’t make eye contact with you and was way too scared to hold your hand. there was no drinking, barely any music, just a pizza and a couple cokes. everyone just played board games the entire time, and then you were home by 11.

but you were playing in the big leagues this time. popular kids, including cathy, stoners, jocks, preps, all of those people. and you, the one that atleast 95% of the party couldn’t recall your name. you ended up wearing something that cathy would approve of, but still shield you from any unwanted attention- which was most attention. a pink dress and a denim jacket, and your black converse. cathy gave you her thumbs up of approval, and then you two sped away to laurie’s house. cathy sped through atleast three stop signs.

it was almost fully dark when you got there, that october moon shining over hawkins, reaching out her arms to hug you in comfort as you walked up to laurie’s door. cathy was tugging at your arm so forcefully you wouldn’t have been surprised if it had been pulled from the socket at your shoulder.

and as she pulled you up the steps, it was like she could smell your anxiety. she turned to you, placed her hands on your shoulders in an encouraging manner. she saw how your eyebrows were furrowed, eyes constantly shifting to anything but her, your hands fidgeting with eachother until one raised up to place a fingernail between your teeth.

“hey,” cathy said, grinning at you. “this will be the most fun you will ever had. promise.”

you just nodded, giving her a smile that definitely didn’t affirm your confidence. she rubbed your shoulder for a second, and then turned to the door and slamming her finger on the doorknob.

the door opened after a couple long seconds, cueing you to remove the hand from your face and plant them at your sides, swallowing nothing but the dryness in your throat. when the door swung open, no other but tommy fucking hagan stood there, leaning in the door way with a red solo cup in one of his hands. immediately you could hear music and voices blaring. laughs and yelling made a rick james song you didn’t know the name of barely audible, even though it was obviously at full volume. it was like the house was bouncing back and forth, up and down, shaking as high school bodies wondered around, danced, and participated in other drunk activities. his glare landed on cathy, giving her a small simper and a nod of his head in replace of a wave.

“hey caths. glad you could make it, henry’s out back,” he explained, way too calmly for your liking. you knew tommy from.. well, him being tommy. you knew him and steve harrington used to be friends, and you knew that tommy hagan was a capital D, Douchebag. everyone knew that he was apart of the posse that vandalized the theatre, and everyone knew that tommy was overall an asshole. you held your breath when his eyes shifted to you, looking you up and down, like he was judging you for entry.

“and who are you?”

seriously? you had been in school with him for like.. ever.

“uh- (y/n). (y/n) (l/n), we have history together,” you hurried out, refusing to make any eye contact with tommy, instead opting to look at cathy for help. “i can go if-“

“tommy, (y/n) is like.. my BFF forever, she’s super cool!” cathy, without you even asking, defended you against tommy’s instant judgements.

tommy nodded, pressing his lips together, “cool,” he said, simply. and then he moved to the side, allowing a pathway straight into the bullpen. it was pretty tame in terms of high school parties. basically exactly what you expected. drinking, dancing in ways that prom supervisors would disapprove of heavily, girls being tugged to rooms, guys wrestling for no reason but to prove their strength. cathy left you alone pretty early, basically as soon as you got in the house. she blew you a kiss, told you to have fun, and ran outside to go spend time with whatever that tool’s name was. 

so, you wandered around, got a coke can, found a couple of people to have very short talks to, and eventually you landed yourself in the kitchen. it was quiet there. it was just a guy holding ice to his forehead, a couple making out, two girls chatting and giggling, and now you. none of them acknowledged your presence. you sighed. you hate to admit it, but.. someone’s attention would have been very nice. to be noticed within a crowd of pretty girls and attractive guys, to have a spotlight on you for just a second. 

you leaned on the kitchen counter, taking a sip of your coke, looking around the kitchen and just zoning out. have you wasted your high school life? if you stuck with cathy, all day every day, would you have been invited to this party yourself, instead of being a plus one? did you rush everything? you wished that there were guidelines or a handbook to navigate hawkins high. one that told you how to feel like you belonged, one that told you how to not just survive. you wanted to rush back out to the living room-turned-dancefloor, but you just.. couldn’t bring yourself to do it, out of fear that your feet would catch aflame and everyone would stare at you, not helping to put you out, until they start laughing and pointing when you start rolling around and trying to get the fire off of your clothes. 

“hey.”

a familiar voice. a voice you had been unfortunately thinking about way too much that entire day. billy. god fucking damn it. you quickly snapped out of your thought train, blinking rapidly as your mind grounded back to reality, away from the flame in your imagination. 

“(y/n). i didn’t think i’d see you here,” billy remarked. he had changed clothes, too. a button up, half buttoned that proudly displayed his toned chest, and somehow an even tighter pair of black jeans. and again, that leather jacket you saw him wearing that day. he held two beer cans.

you shrugged, refusing to meet his eyes. you shifted a little, crossing your arms over your chest, like it would shield billy’s blaring gaze away from you. but you knew he was smirking, that stupid fucking smirk that made you want to slap him silly. without asking if he was welcome, or even considering if he was welcomed, billy leaned up against the counter right next to you, extending the beer can to you.

“here. i was gonna bring it to my buddy, but.. i found something a lot more interesting.” 

his words, no matter what they were, slid off of his tongue like velvet. he had to be a product of some sort of sorcery or something.

“no thanks. i don’t drink,” you stated, blankly, hugging yourself tighter. 

“aw, come on,” he snickered, refusing to move his hand. “too strong for you, sweetheart?”

“n-no, i just-”

“no?” he pushed back, raising an eyebrow. “you ever had somethin’ stronger than a beer?”

you paused, furrowing your eyebrows. “..yeah, yes i have,” you confirmed, turning your head to look at him finally, but still refusing to meet his eyes.

he didn’t say anything then, just held a challenging grin with the can still in his hand. you sighed and reluctantly took the can, knowing you couldn’t win. you would just pour it out after he left. but for now, you just took a sip, fighting so hard to keep your face from scrunching up in disgust. beer tasted awful, and it kind of burned your throat.

he nodded his head, his eyebrows raising with satisfaction. he was winning this. 

“watcha doin’ hiding in here all alone? waiting for someone to come find you?” he leaned his hand on the counter, just behind your back, to lean in closer to you. it was uncomfortable. even though he wasn’t even touching you, you felt like your skin was burning.

“no, i’m just.. taking a break.”

“riight, right, taking a break,” he joked. then, his eyes scanned you up and down, and you could feel every inch of your body itching, screaming at you to get up and leave. 

“you look fine as hell, (y/n). didn’t know if you were able to get out of that frumpy-nerd look,” billy chuckled. “dress kinda looks like you got it at GAP kids, though.”

you stopped, eyebrows furrowing even further, but this time with a different emotion as you processed his comment. did anyone ever tell this guy to shut up?  your mouth opened to speak, and then closed again, your words getting tangled on your tongue, and then opened again, and then closed again, and t-

“do you.. do you think that’s charming? like, does being a demeaning asshole really work?” you asserted, with a tone you didn’t know was possible from you. was it getting stuffy in here? it felt like there was ash filling your lungs. 

billy’s smirk fell from his face, slowly. he chewed his gum, and you heard the smacking between his teeth as his jaw set. he obviously didn’t like to be told no. he fell flat, for a while, having no words to respond with. you two engaged in a very intense staring contest for a while, both of you challenging, rather begging, the other to look away. 

to be honest, billy didn’t understand his feeling towards you either. you seemed so.. simple. boring. but the fact that you weren’t throwing yourself at him, even when he showed any sort of interest, frustrated him beyond belief. he got use to being able to flirt with any girl and her panties instantly dropping. he could figure out those girls, figure out a formula that worked every single time to get what he wanted and leave her wanting more. but he couldn’t figure you out. he saw you, just this morning, throwing a cigarette on the ground and smashing it with your shoe to hide anyone knowing of your habits. it made him wonder what else you were hiding, what else he could find by digging into you. and of course, he couldn’t deny, you looked.. amazing, at that party. so innocent, quiet, a contrast to the other girls wearing loud colors and hair that rivaled skyscrapers. it’s not that he found the other girls unattractive, they were all gorgeous, hot, but you were just.. something new. a challenge. 

“yeah. it does, usually, when they’re not a prude,” billy snarked. a quick transition from the charming facade he entered with. 

“i’m not- i’m not a prude, i’m not interested in you,” you argued, your tone gaining steadiness with your growing confidence, fueled by the need to beat this douchebag at his own game. because you weren’t his game, you weren’t something he could play and win. 

but then, his smirk returned. it was different this time, though. mischievous, scheming. his eyes darkened, you saw it, a storm washing over the blue ocean that swirled in his eyes. he set down his beer can, pushing himself off the counter. 

“not interested, yeah?” 

you nodded, pursing your lips together. you hugged yourself tighter. 

his eyes stared at you, waiting for you to meet them. you finally did, waiting for him to say something, do something, storm out and leave in shame and leaving you your victory. he just stared at you with that smirk for longer than you could tell.

slowly, like he was approaching a deer and didn’t want to scare it and run it off, he peeled the beer can out of your palm, setting it on the counter near his. 

his big hands floated to you, slipping between your denim jacket and your dress and landing against your waist, fingers digging into the pink fabric. 

“so.. you don’t care if i do this?” he challenged, his voice low.

you blinked, rapidly, breath picking up and your chest rising and falling quicker. you hoped he didn’t notice. 

he did.

“nope,” you huffed out, shaking your head. but that wasn’t enough. 

he pulled you towards him, away from the counter, so quickly that your hands ripped away from yourself and landed on his chest, one catching grip of his bare skin, and you swore your brain was spinning. 

you were close, so close that you could smell the beer and the smoke and the mint on his tongue. you felt the heavy, cool huffs of his nose on your face as he studied you and your expression, like he was waiting for your legs to give out and he would have to carry you to the nearest bedroom. but you didn’t. you just stood there, blinking. he saw you gulp, saw your jaw tense up and your eyes rip away from him, to the side and to the ceiling. he didn’t like that. so, he took your chin between his thumb and his pointer finger, anchoring your gaze to look at him.

“not interested, huh?” 

you just nodded. your mouth was dry. you guessed the beer took all moisture from your mouth down with it, and it wasn’t because of billy. of course not. you weren’t interested in him.

you felt his thumb lightly rubbing your chin. he was thinking. you saw his jaw set to the side, his tongue press against the roof of his mouth as he laughed. it made your stomach turn, made you flinch. 

“you’re not a good liar, you know that?” his eyebrows burrowed together in a condescending leer. 

“don’t lie to me, sweetheart. i know you wouldn’t want anything more..” he started, pulling you even closer to the heat of his body. his face hardened, sharp and heavy. “..than for me bend you over these counters, huh?”

your face was burning. your intuition was right, you were definitely going to be set on fire tonight. you felt like you were going to throw up and cry and.. rut against his leg and-

“barf me out, billy hargrove. i would never,” you snapped. your tongue betrayed you. they were stern words, for sure, but they sounded so weak, the protective layer of your skin breaking down. 

billy let out a little gasp, taunting you. “never? that’s a long time, (y/n),” he chuckled darkly. 

billy then leaned in, pulling your face to his, until your lips were almost grazing. and then he swerved to the side, lifting your chin up so he could reach your ear, so close to the point you could feel every sound vibration his voice made. 

“you’ll be on your knees for me in no time,” he muttered. it made you shiver, and he took note of that. you couldn’t tell if it was his words or the dark tone of his voice. he let his lips linger against your skin, making sure to let them make slight contact with the soft skin of your jaw, before slowly pulling away from your face with an overly conceited smile. he studied you and your features, even being as cocky as to glance down the top of your dress, before he let go of you.

and he was gone. 

you had already given him your name, and now he could lure and enchant you.  and you realized, within seconds, you quickly became billy’s prey. but definitely not the kind you expected yourself to be. 

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