#i thought it was so moving that i kinda wanted to center the piece around it

[rafeandonlyrafe]

everybody wants him, that was my crime

words: 2.1k

warnings: bullying, slut shaming

kinda based on the song slut! by taylor swift

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it’s your first night out as a couple, deciding finally to make an appearance together at a party after dating in secret for three months, on your insistence. rafe cameron has a reputation, and you didn’t want to go down as one of his flings, but he showed you how serious he was, all leading up to tonight.

“i don’t know why i’m nervous.” you giggle, hand firmly in rafes as he drives you towards the party in his truck. you sit in your passenger seat, now decked out just for you. the glove box has shifted from random things rafe threw in there to your personal stash of lip balms and tampons, along with whatever else you could need while in rafes vehicle.

“that’s so cute baby.” rafe smiles at you, slowing the car to a stop at a red light before leaning over the center console and pressing a kiss to your lips. you were unlike rafe had ever dated before, shy and quiet at first but blossomed in private. “but no need to be nervous, i’m gonna be right by your side the whole time.” “i wonder if my girls will be mad i didn’t tell them.” you mumble, squeezing rafes hand to comfort yourself, remind you he’s right there. you told all of your friends that you were in a relationship, just didn’t specify who.

“if they are mad, then they aren’t very good friends, are they?” rafe questions, and you just give a small nod. he may be right, but that wouldn’t make losing your friends hurt any less.

you finally arrive to the party, rafe rounding the hood of the truck to open the door for you. you smile at him as you get out, remembering the reason why you’re going through this in the first place. you love rafe, you love the way he treats you, and you want to be done hiding.

“lets go, baby.” rafe wraps an arm around your shoulders, heading into the house. you instantly notice the stares, but rafe is so confident and sure of himself, keeping his head held high as he treks through the house, looking for familiar faces.

“hey, top.” rafe lets go of you for a moment to clap hands with his friend before immediately returning to touching you, wrapping an arm around your waist. “you know, y/n?” he questions, and topper nods with a small smile. you’ve run into each other a few times, it is a small island afterall.

“hi, topper! its good to see you again.” you say, a sweet smile on your face.

“wait-” topper glances at rafes arm around your waist. “are you the girl rafe has been seeing?”

you laugh at toppers stunned expression and give him a nod.

“thats-thats great. i didn’t think you’d go for someone like rafe but you seem like a good couple.” topper turns his attention to rafe. “congrats, man.”

rafe gives a nod and smile as his thanks, moving to press a kiss to your forehead. he may claim to not care about topper or his approval, but rafe wouldn’t befriend someone if they truly had no impact on him.

“oh my god, theres liv!” you squeal, waving across the party to her as shes sat on a couch, surrounded by a few other friends that you don’t know as well. “i’ll be right back, rafey.” you turn to him, hesitating for a moment before remembering you’re no longer hiding and press a kiss firmly to his lips.

you rush over to liv, who is looking at you with an unreadable look on her face. “hey liv!” you plop down next to her with a smile.

“did you just kiss rafe cameron?” she questions. “i thought you had a secret boyfriend?” “yeah.” you giggle, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “he is my secret boyfriend. we’ve been together three months now. almost four.” the group of girls fall silent, and you wonder if you’ve said something wrong as you look at all their faces.

“you know that i have a crush on him.” liv finally responds.

“yeah, me too.” one of the other girls responds, one that you’re not even as close to.

“well-” you laugh, unable to help yourself at the awkwardness of it all, hoping its just some joke. “we all had crushes on him but rafe and i are dating now so-” you shrug, unable to come up with any better words. “i don’t know.”

“its just a little rude that you went behind all of our backs. and then kept it a secret?” another girl butts in.

“it’s not like that.” you shake your head, trying to explain, but there’s already a chorus of agreements.

“we really don’t care what it’s like, y/n.” liv sighs, crossing her arms over her chest. “this is a total breach of girl code.” “i didnt know yall would feel that way.” you say honestly, feeling tears well up in your eyes. you stand up, not going to let this go any further, especially because you can tell the girls are drunk from the white claws and empty glasses sitting on the table. 

you are just about to find rafe when you hear liv say behind you, “what does he even see in her?” coming from your closest friend, it stings like a knife straight through the heart. 

the tears begin to fall as you look for rafe, spotting him still talking to topper. when he sees you in tears, he drops whatever drink he’s holding and runs to you, wrapping his arms around your waist as you bury your face in his shoulder, sobs racking over your body.

rafe gives the girls a glare, knowing they must have done something, but you’re his priority as he picks you up, beginning to carry you inside as you wrap your legs around him. you continue to cry into rafes shirt, wetting it with your tears until you get sat down on a bed, in what you’re guessing is a guest bedroom.

“baby girl, whats wrong?” rafe asks with a pout on his face, hating to see you upset. he cups your cheeks, bringing you in for a kiss, not even caring that your cheeks are still stained with tears or that you’re sniffling.

“the girls are all pissed at me. said i broke girl code because they had a crush on you. well, boo hoo because i had a crush on you too!” you complain, making rafe laugh softly, kneeling down between your legs.

“i’m so sorry.” rafe says earnestly, knowing what its like to lose friends, and knowing you of all people don’t deserve it, the sweetest girl he’s ever met.

“i just know that if it was any of them in my shoes, i would be so supportive.” you sigh. maybe not literally with the knowledge that you have now of how perfect you and rafe are for each other, but if they got with a guy you mutually had a crush on, you would be beyond happy for your friend, and you’re not sure why you aren’t receiving the same treatment. 

“we’re gonna find you some better friends, baby. you don’t need jealous pricks in your life.” rafe squeezes your thighs, and you give a little nod.

“now i feel silly for crying.” you wipe your palms against your cheeks, knowing your makeup is ruined.

“you’re allowed to be upset. lets get you cleaned up then we will go have a good time at the party, yeah? just me and you. we can dance a little and then go home and cuddle all night.” rafe offers.

you give a little nod before leaning forward and pressing your lips against rafes. “thank you.” you say. “i love you.” “i love you too.” rafe says, standing up and giving you a hand up, leading you into the attached bathroom to wash your face off. you take a deep breathe before nodding to rafe, indicating you’re ready to face the mess again.

“always by your side.” rafe says as a reminder. 

--

“liv just messaged me.” you frown, opening up the snapchat, rafe moving to peer over your shoulder.

hey. i’m sorry about everything that happened at the party last week. all of us were drunk. can we meet up to talk?

you’re not sure what to make of the message. your initial reaction is to say yes of course, but you were so hurt, and you’re not sure if you can go through that again.

“what are you thinking baby?” rafe asks, stroking his hand over your arm absentmindedly, but it still brings you comfort.

“i don’t know, to be honest.” you sigh, setting your phone down on your lap, leaving the screen open to the message. “part of me wants to meet up with her, but she was just so nasty. it’s not like being drunk is a good excuse.” “if you want, you could meet up with her and i can be there with you.” rafe offers, knowing how much his presence means to you.

“maybe we will get coffee and you can wait in the car. that way if anything happens…” you trail off. 

“sounds perfect.” rafe presses a kiss to your cheek as you pick up the phone, typing back a message to liv.

it feels like the days rush past and before you know it its the day you planned to meet up. you’ve been pushing the nerves away, but they are back in full force as you’re getting ready.

“it’s not too late to skip out.” rafe says, brushing your hair as you apply some simple makeup. he wants you to have closure with your friend, but he also can’t stand to see you in despair.

“no, i want to go.” you say honestly. you’ve gotten increasingly hopeful, maybe foolishly so, that you can repair your friendship. since you and rafe went public, the only friends you’ve been hanging out with is rafes, and not that you mind, topper turned out to be a lot friendlier of a guy than you originally expected, and kelce wasn’t so bad either.

“alright, lets go then baby.” rafe says. he holds your hand the entire car ride there, stroking his thumb over the back of your hand. you put all your focus on that gentle feeling instead of letting your mind wander through all the bad things that could happen.

“just text or call me if you need anything.” rafe says, dropping you off right outside the front of the cafe.

“thank you, i love you.” you give rafe a kiss before getting out, spotting liv right as you enter, sitting in a booth near the back.

“hey liv.” you smile slightly, sliding onto the seat across from her.

“y/n.” liv says with a smile that looks forced.

you stay silent, waiting for the apology to come. you certainly aren’t going to be the one to initiate it.

“how is rafe?” she asks.

“he’s amazing.” you say simply, not wanting to get into the details of your relationship without some further conversation.

“so you’re just hooking up?” she questions, an eyebrow raising.

you let out a startled laugh. truth is, you wouldn’t let rafe touch you intimately until you were dating for two months already. “no, we are in a relationship. he is my boyfriend.” “oh…” liv trails off. “because i heard some rumors… but nevermind.”

“what rumors?” you question bluntly, not wanting to tiptoe around the subject.

“that rafe only dated you because you put out so quickly. everyone is calling you supreme slut for bagging him.” “they’re what?!” you shout, not caring that the other customers in the cafe turn to look at you.

“relax, slut is like totally reclaimed now.” liv says, as if she didn’t just say something incredibly insulting.

“well.” you stand up, staring down at liv. “i don’t really care what anyone else has to say. you are all clearly jealous that i’m the one rafe is with. so call me a slut, say i’m not worthy, i don’t give a shit because you know what?” you bend down, filled with a sudden surge of confidence. “i am the one who gets him at the end of the day. not. you.”

you turn abruptly, strutting out of the restaurant. you get into the passenger side of rafes car, a satisfied smirk on your face.

“how did it go?” rafe asks cautiously, unable to read the look on their face.

“i told her she’s just jealous. it really opened my eyes about all of their true intentions. i don’t care about them anymore. it’s me and you.” you reach over and squeeze rafes hand.

“me and you baby.” he nods in agreement.

#soft rafe because i love soft rafe #yall should know this by now #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron fic #rafe fic #rafe cameron fanfic #rafe cameron x reader #rafe x reader #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe fanfic #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron one shot #rafe cameron fluff #rafe fluff

[heartsforseo]

Straw hats x cat! reader

Summary: You were just playing around in your room and one of your spells made you a temporary cat. request=open requested: <yes> <no> wc: 1,120 ft: straw hats

⭑First of all, Luffy would call out your name EVERYWHERE.

⭑If you didn't respond, he would use his Gum-Gum Fruit to climb the crow's nest.

⭑But, sadly, he didn’t see u. But instead, a small cat sitting on top of the merry’s head.

⭑He’d used his gum-gum powers to go to the cat and would tilt his head to the side due to confusion.

⭑But no worries since he’d smile and try to pet the cat.

⭑Would honestly forget about you and would just wanna play with the cat (which IS technically you...)

⭑The next day though, he'd try to look at the cat again (HE WANTS TO PLAY!!).

⭑Though when he saw you, he'd be happy again!

⭑Would invite you to look for the cat with him but give up 5 minutes later.

⭑You promised Zoro to spar with him after lunch.

⭑However, when he arrived at the crow's nest, a cat was waiting for his arrival.

⭑He won't pay mind to the sitting cat, instead, he'd use that time to train.

⭑But, the sun is starting to set and the cat hasn't moved an inch. He's getting pissed.

⭑Would mumble a curse and say stupid. But the cat meowed at him.

⭑He FINALLY looked at the cat and said, "What?"

⭑You'd growl at him and scratch his pants.

⭑He was honestly deciding to kick you but noticed your similar features and FINALLY REALIZED.

⭑Would laugh at you and pet you. He also realized that he likes cuddling with you!

⭑Poor man, save Sanji from this hell.

⭑When he didn't see u in the dining hall eating, he was worried.

⭑Would asked Robin and Nami if they saw you, but both the girls said no.

⭑After everyone left to do whatever and Sanji finally overcame his breakdown, he saw a small cat standing at the center of the table.

⭑He was honestly angry at first. Who's cat is this? And don't they know that they shed a lot!?

⭑But when he took a closer look at you and a super deep inhaling, he finally realized it was you.

⭑"Is that really you, Y/n?" he said.

⭑You meowed back, happy that Sanji recognized you immediately.

⭑He'd pet you and hug you (He wanna spend time with you ok? Especially if ur taller than him. NOW HE'S LARGER >:))

⭑The rest of the day was just u sleeping on the counter, occasionally getting pets from him.

⭑You were hanging around Nami's tangerine trees, trying to hide from the sun.

⭑She finally finished drawing the last island that you guys went to. So, of course, she wanted to rest for a while.

⭑And what better way to do it than to eat one of her tangerines?

⭑She took a step forward but was blocked. She looked down and saw a little kitty sleeping.

⭑She cooed on the sleeping cat and picked it up gently, scared to awaken it.

⭑Nami would then go to her office and lay you on her desk, admiring your sleeping form.

⭑She would take a piece of paper to put every question she has for you and try to communicate with you.

⭑When she finally noticed that the cat was you, SHE WAS SQUEALING!

⭑She was kinda sad that you can't turn into a cat at will though.

⭑Ussop was bored and was just walking on the green grass.

⭑Suddenly he tripped and fell. He then would look back and notice a cat sleeping.

⭑The cat, who was formally sleeping stretched its body.

⭑Ussop, honestly, was scared at first. He WAS sure there wasn't anything lying around. But when he turned around, he sent out a relief of sigh.

⭑"It was just a cat," he had thought, "WHAT IS A CAT DOING HERE?"

⭑Bro was shaking. Though you just glared at Ussop, disturbing your sleep.

⭑Would sit down and play with you.

⭑Bro exhausted you and got you back to your human form quicker than 24 hrs.

⭑W Ussop

⭑Chopper was reading a book in his office when he heard some scratching on the other side of the door.

⭑Chopper opened the door and saw you frowning.

⭑He immediately recognized it was you. From your features to your smell.

⭑When I tell you his eyes were sparkling, it was SPARKLING.

⭑He invited you to his office and tried to talk to you. Since he was an animal by heart, it was the easiest to talk to him.

⭑You honestly had a good fun chat with Chopper.

⭑He told you fun facts about cats and how they used to be worshipped.

⭑Honestly, 10/10. Just come to Chopper.

⭑Robin was just hanging around the deck of the merry. Reading as she pleased.

⭑Until she heard some meowing beside her.

⭑She looked down and saw a cat. Though it was her first time seeing it, she felt a sense of familiarity.

⭑"Y/n?" she spoke.

⭑You meowed back, happy that Robin noticed you.

⭑She made a few jokes about you staying like that forever. (It made u scared and u started meowing faster.)

⭑Robin chuckled and used her devil fruit to tickle you.

⭑And from exhaustion, it made you turn back to normal. YEY!!

⭑Now, whenever someone from the crew gets turned into a cat, Robin just needs to exhaust them, and they'll turn back to normal.

⭑You were gonna surprise Franky 'bout being turned into a cat.

⭑You weren't looking in your direction and fell into a massive tub of cola.

⭑Franky saw you and used his mini hands to save you.

⭑You stuck your tongue out to the cyborg man who was in a state of confusion.

⭑"Owh! Y/n! This is SUPPPERRRR weird!" he said.

⭑He'd honestly play with you in your cat form. I mean, he's superrr excited!!

⭑He also got u back on ur normal form. YEY!!

⭑Brook felt something heavy on top of his head.

⭑He tried taking off his hat and feeling his hair, but nothing was there.

⭑It's when Brook lost his balance and you fell on his hands. (Thanks to his great reflexes)

⭑You had a smug face when you saw the skeleton's shocked face.

⭑He'd just forget about it and make a welcoming song for you though.

⭑Jimbei was just steering the ship when he heard meowing behind him.

⭑He saw a cat that was sitting down.

⭑Jimbei thought that it was somebody's pet. And since he was the newest person in the crew, he had no right to throw the cat.

⭑He picked you up and put you on his shoulders. The clean breeze hitting your fur.

⭑You fell asleep on his shoulders and woke up on your bed, feeling a sense of exhaustion on your hands and legs.

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[petitemistletoe]

Mamma Mia

Pairing: James Potter x Reader, Sirius Black x Reader, Remus Lupin x Reader

Warnings: smut!

Word Count: 4.2K+

A/N: Basically Marauders Mamma Mia

Massachusetts

“I’m going to find myself,” you said, examining the items in your trunk before nodding and slamming it shut.

“That’s not a proper response to the question ‘where are you going?’” Your cousin, Lily, was lying on her stomach on your bed, thumbing through the latest edition of a British newspaper. 

“Yeah,” Mary said with a shrug of her shoulders, popping another piece of your maple candy in her mouth.

“Don’t eat all the sweets!” Marlene said with an indignant huff, handing you her remember-ball. 

“Thanks Marls,” you said, popping open your trunk again and wrapping the ball in one of your sweaters. 

“What kind of sweet is this again?” Lily asked, leaning over and grabbing a piece of maple candy from the box in Mary’s arms. 

“It’s maple candy. They make it up in Vermont.” You said with a shrug. Your trio of British friends always appreciated your American candies. Lily had introduced you all during a summer excursion and the girls had decided to move to America to attend a post-graduate certification program at your alma mater, Ilvermorny alongside you. You had finished a year ahead of the other girls since you were able to combine your NEWTs with introductory courses to the program. You had been living in an apartment, you insisted to the girls that it was an apartment not a flat, with the girls for over a year. You thought about entering the workforce after graduating, but you decided that you wanted to take a three month long trip to ‘find yourself’. 

“Are we close to Vermont?” Mary asked. 

“Yeah, it’s right above us.” You nodded, drumming your fingers on your chin. 

“What are you thinking about?” Marlene looked up at you. 

“Do you think I’ll be able to find a place in the train station to exchange my dragots for gallons?” You hummed. 

“Galleons, love, and no. You’ll have to go to Diagon Alley. It’s in London, not too far from the station. I’ll draw you a map.” Lily said, summoning a piece of parchment. 

“No Lily,” you held your hand up, “that defeats the whole purpose of what I’m doing. I’m going to travel across a few countries in Europe and find my way myself.” You shut your trunk again and nodded. 

“Is it time?” Mary asked, setting down the candies. 

“Okay,” you said with a sad smile, “no tears! It’s only three months! I’ll be back at the end of the summer.” The girls are wrapped their arms around you, hugging you tightly and placing kisses on the top of your head. 

“Good luck, darling.” Lily smiled. 

“Be safe!” Marlene called. 

“Have lots of hot sex!” Mary laughed. You laughed and gave a small wave before taking a deep breath and apparating to the center of London. 

London

It was the middle of June in London. You had packed dresses, and skirts, and shorts, and tank tops, and tops that barely covered your midriff. But it was the middle of June in London, so it was pouring rain and it was very chilly. Within a few minutes of you being outside, you were soaking wet. You were wiping the rain from your eyes and scanning for somewhere to duck into when you saw a sign that said: The Leaky Cauldron. Somewhere, in the deep recesses of your mind, you could vaguely remember Mary mentioning something about having a pasty and a pint at the Leaky Cauldron. You never could remember what the hell a pasty was, but you figured any magical place with beer was a good place to start.

You ran into the bar and seemed to attract the attention of everyone inside. You sent everyone a small smile before taking a few wet, sopping footsteps to the bar and pulling yourself onto a barstool, your trunk at your feet. 

“What can I get ya, love?” The bartender asked, quirking an eyebrow at your appearance.

“I know I must look kinda crazy,” you said, raking a hand through your wet hair, “this is my first time in London. I wasn’t prepared for rain.”

“Happens to the best of us,” the bartender shrugged, “fancy a pint to warm up?”

“Sounds good. I’ve heard Guinness is popular here.”

“It is. A pint of that then?”

“Yes thank you! Oh, I heard that you might be able to change my American money.” You said, digging around in your wallet. 

“Sure. You have one of those green dollar bills?” The bartender asked. You placed a dragot on the table. 

“Can you change that for a galleon?” You asked. The bartender released a huff of respect. 

“An American witch? Welcome to Diagon Alley.” He winked and you suddenly became far more aware of the other witches, wizards, and magical folk in the bar. “We have rooms upstairs. Fancy to stay a night or two? We can send your bags up and you can warm up by the fire with a nice glass of firewhiskey.” 

“Thanks. I’ll meet you over by the hearth then.” You said with a wink, taking a moment to wave your wand and dry yourself before snuggling into a chair with a thick blanket. The bartender floated over your drink and you held it up to him in thanks before taking a large sip. You thumbed through a volume of Quidditch through the Ages that had been lying on an empty table. Quidditch had always fascinated you. It wasn’t very common in the states, Quadpot being the more popular sport. 

“You are reading my absolute favorite book in the world.” A man said, sitting on the plush seat in front of you. 

“Oh is it?” You asked, setting your book down and taking in the sight of the man in front of you. Although Mary had been a little crass, you had every intention of riding around Europe…and you weren’t only talking about the trains. Your first candidate was an incredibly promising one to boot, he was tall, with messy dark hair, warm brown eyes, and a pair of round glasses. 

“You really have no idea who I am, do you?” The boy gestured to the bartender for another firewhiskey. 

“Am I supposed to?” You asked with an easy chuckle. The boy leaned in close and flashed you a smile. 

“I’m kind of a big deal.”

“What makes you such a big deal?” 

“I’m the chaser for the Ballycastle Bats.” The boy looked at you expectantly, waiting for you to swoon. But you didn’t. 

“Oh!” It hit you, “Oh! That’s a quidditch position! Right?” You thumbed through your book until you found the page that described all the positions. 

“You really don’t know anything about quidditch?” The boy quirked an eyebrow. 

“I’m American,” you shrugged, “I’m more of a quadpot girl.”

“Well, Miss America,” the boy leaned in closer so his nose was practically touching yours, “I’m James, consider me your guide to Diagon Alley for the foreseeable future.”

“James, I have a question for you.” You said, tucking one of James’s unruly dark locks behind his ear. 

“Anything love,” James’s voice sounded breathy.

“Do quidditch players fuck better than quadpot players?” You said with a grin. James nodded and matched your smile. 

“Why don’t we find out.”

You realized at some point later that James had never paid for his drink but you really didn’t care because James had taken you up to your hotel room and was deep inside you while rubbing your clit. You were on your back, his face close to yours as your right hand rested on his sharp jawline and your left hand was gripping his bicep. You didn’t cast a silencing spell and you were sure the other patrons of the Leaky Cauldron were cursing your name because you were screaming so loud. The firewhiskey was a warm blanket across your skin and your cheeks were hot as James pounded into mercilessly. 

“Godric, you’re so fucking hot.” James said, his glasses foggy and his hair sticking to his forehead. 

“Keep rubbing my clit,” you moaned as you jacked your leg higher and James was able to hit a deeper angle inside you. James connected his lips with yours and you moaned loudly into his mouth as you came. You squeezed tightly around him and James came a little after, burying his head in the crook of your neck and whimpering as he came, hot white ribbons inside you. 

The two of you talked for hours after, he tried to explain the rules of Quidditch to you and you would just laugh. James made good on his promise, too, he gave you a tour of Diagon Alley and wizard London before you apparated up to Scotland. 

The Scottish Highlands

The girls told you all about the quaint village next to their school in the highlands. You spent your days traveling the highlands, sitting in sweet cafes with a scone and a mug of milky tea, reading on a boat on Loch Ness, and visiting all the historic and gorgeous castles. You were going to spend your final day in Hogsmeade before making your way to your next destination. You spent the day wandering Hogsmeade, dipping in and out of sweet shops, joke shops, and little book stores. You settled yourself in a pub called the Three Broomsticks and sipped on a hot butterbeer while reading a book that you had found at Tomes and Scrolls: The New Edition of the Patronus Spellbook. 

“That’s a great book you’re reading,” a voice said, disrupting you from your thoughts. You rolled your eyes. Did all British wizards use the same pick up lines?

“Oh really?” You were sort of tired after all the days of apparating around Scotland and wanted a quiet night in the corner of the pub. 

“Yes. It’s one of my favorites.” The stranger said, sitting next to you. You looked up at him finally and took him in. He was tall, skinny, with thin light scars on his face and hands. He was wearing a knitted sweater and a very worn in pair of trousers. 

“Why’s that?” You asked, still uninterested. 

“I wrote the forward.” He said with an easy shrug, “Remus Lupin. Nice to meet you.” 

“Oh wow,” you were interested now, “it’s a pleasure.”

“I didn’t mean to disturb your reading, I was just a bit excited. The new edition came out yesterday, I was just nipping to the shops to purchase a copy for myself and have a drink to celebrate.” 

“So Remus, do you do other things besides writing forewords?” You asked, asking for another drink from the barkeep for Remus.

“Ah thank you,” Remus accepted the pint and took a long sip, “I am a professor at Hogwarts, I teach Defense Against the Dark Arts.”

“Oh, so you’re Professor Lupin then, aren’t you?” You said, leaning in. Remus looked down at you and gave you a wolffish grin. 

“That I am.” 

You had many, many more drinks with Remus as he told you all about his first few years of working as a professor and the various difficulties that came with it. He talked all about his new patronus research until patronus didn’t sound like a real word anymore. 

“I have a confession for you, Professor.” You said, a goofy smile on your face.

“Anything love.” Remus rested his hand on your thigh. 

“I have a fantasy,” you said, leaning in so your nose was practically touching his, “about fucking a professor in his office.”

You and Remus stumbled back on the path that lead from the village to the school. It was a gorgeous, gargantuan castle that was unlike anything you had ever seen before. You made a mental note to tease your cousin about her downplaying her school. He had a gorgeous office, with high ceilings, books and bars of chocolate strewn about various tables. There was a large wardrobe and about three cups of discarded tea resting on a nearby trunk.

“This is a gorgeous office,” you said, sitting on the corner of one of the large trunks. Your fingers ran over a long skeleton candle that rested on his desk. 

“Thank you,” Remus said, setting his book down and standing so his body was between your legs, “can I get you a cup of tea?”

“You could get me something else,” you pulled Remus down by the collar of his sweater until his face was level with yours and you kissed him hard. He kissed you back, pulling at the hem of your shirt until it was up and over your head. You stood and had to extend your neck all the way to account for the distance between you and him. His large hands went down to cup your breasts, gently. You realized that his hands were shaking. You pulled back and gave Remus a small smile. 

“We don’t have to,” you said, softly, “if you don’t want to.”

“No,” Remus said with a light shake of his head, “I do want to. I’m just a bit nervous. You’re so beautiful.”

“Oh Professor Lupin,” you said, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips, “you are quite a charmer.”

Remus lifted your head with his finger and kissed you again. You helped him out of his sweater this time and saw the long, thin pale scars that traced around his chest like the ones on his face. You kissed along Remus’s jawline and down his neck to his chest. Remus threw his head back and exhaled a soft moan. 

You kissed down Remus’s chest until your nose bumped against his belt buckle. He looked down and you and gave you a small nod. You unbuckled his belt and kissed up and down his length. Remus released a strangled moan and you placed a bit of pressure on his balls. 

“You can be loud for me,” you said before taking a deep breath and taking as much of him as you could into your mouth. 

“Oh fuck,” Remus gasped, gripping the edge of his desk. You continued blowing him until Remus’s breathing picked up and you pulled off. Remus whimpered softly and looked at you as you stood and slipped out of your own pants. You moved Remus so he was standing over you while you had your back to the desk and you hoisted yourself on, spreading your legs wide and dropping your panties to the floor. 

“Come on Professor Lupin,” you said with a smile, “dive right in.” 

Remus grabbed you by the waist and spun you around, pushing your front into the desk harshly. You felt him rubbing the head of his cock against your folds before pushing in deeply. You moaned and grasped for purchase on the desk. Remus’s fingers dug into your hips as he snapped his hips against you, again and again and again. 

His lips attached themselves to your neck and one of his large hands left your hip to grasp harshly at your tit. 

“Rub your clit,” he rasped. You started rubbing your clit rapidly, your moans jumping off the cavernous walls. Remus came and you came after moaning and sweating. Remus stayed inside you, resting his head against your shoulder. 

Remus left for a moment to nip to the toilets and you tried to apparate out of his office and back to your room in Hogsmeade but couldn’t. You didn’t feel that drunk, why couldn’t you apparate?

“You can’t apparate inside Hogwarts, so stop trying. You look like you’re going to pop a blood vessel.” Remus said, walking back in and holding a bar of chocolate out to you. 

“Thanks,” you took a bite from the chocolate and smiled at Remus. He walked you back to Hogsmeade and left you standing in front of your tavern with a lingering kiss and a bar of chocolate. 

Paris 

Everyone had always talked about dirty Paris was and you had honestly considered cutting it from your program altogether. Sitting on Rue Victor Hugo at a cafe with a croissant and the deepest, creamiest hot chocolate you had ever tasted as you took in the sights and sounds of the French capital, you were very happy that you decided to keep Paris on your list. You were even happier to watch the various European men make their way to and from work and pass by the cafe in their tailored suits, finely pressed trousers, smart sweaters, and loafers. You looked around you for a moment before snapping your fingers to light your joint. You waved your hand a second time to disguise your joint as a cigarette-a trick you had learned from one of your friends at Ilvermorny.  Lily would have had a cow had she known that you were smoking weed in public, but she what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her.

“Une autre chocolat chaud s’il vous plait,” another hot chocolate please you gestured at the waitress. She came around with a fresh cup and you set your sights on a very attractive man who looked a bit out of place. He had rode up on a motorcycle and took his helmet off, securing it to the bike. His ran a slender, ring covered hand through his long dark and shook his head as he got off the bike. He was wearing an expensive looking leather jacket with a thin dark t-shirt underneath, a pair of distressed looking jeans, and a pair of Doc Martens. He took his jacket off to reveal thin, winding tattoos on his arms and chest. You hoped he would cross the street and take one of the seats at the cafe. He was digging around in his jean pockets for a cigarette when another boy turned the corner onto the street of the cafe. The other boy looked quite a bit like the motorcycle boy but…cleaner. He was wearing a tailored pair of trousers, a crisp white button down, and a smart jacket. His dark curls were nicely styled and his thin, long fingers gestured down quickly so the cigarette between the motorcycle boy’s fingers fell to the ground. One of the second boy’s crisp loafers stamped on the cigarette and he pursed his lips. 

“Sirius, what are you doing?” The second boy shook his head.

“Shove off Reg,” motorcycle boy, Sirius, said, raking a hand through his hair. 

“Don’t call me that. My name is Regulus, you know that. You can’t keep running, Sirius. It isn’t sustainable.” Regulus looked at Sirius with an expression of pity.

“I just…I don’t care about it, Reg. I don’t care about any of it. You’re better at this anyway. You can deal with all that family stuff better than I can. Just let me grab a coffee and a cigarette and I’ll see you later.” Sirius did not wait for Regulus to respond. He marched across the street to the cafe you were at and you had to force yourself to pretend you were very interested in your menu. Regulus sighed and threw his hands in the air before coming back the way he came. 

“Madame, un cafe. Merci.” Ma’am, a coffee. Thanks. Sirius barked at the waitress. 

“Oui Monsieur.” Yes sir. The waitress responded, rolling her eyes. 

“Do you always eavesdrop?” Sirius asked, taking a seat at the table next to yours. 

“Sorry,” you shrugged, “you and that other guy put on quite a show.”

“Oh my brother Regulus? Yes we’re quite the pair.” Sirius rolled his eyes as the waitress set down his coffee. He took a sip and then paused. 

“Something wrong with your coffee?” You asked.

“You’re smoking weed.” He said, sniffing in your direction. 

“How do you know that?” You asked. 

“You’re a witch, aren’t you.” Sirius grinned at you.

“So you must be a wizard then.” You laughed. 

“You have to teach me that trick,” Sirius moved his chair so it was close to yours. You ran your tongue the bottoms of your front teeth.

“I bet I could teach you a lot.” 

Turns out that Sirius got off on pissing off his family so in hindsight it wasn’t all that surprising that he took you back to his family’s chateau in the middle of the afternoon. They were gone, out, at some event but Sirius pulled you to the middle of the drawing room in front of a roaring fireplace. You sat down on the rug and took in the warmth and glow of the fire. 

“So you’re a rich boy, then?” You said teasingly as Sirius pulled off his shirt and laid down in front of the fireplace with you. 

“Filthy rich,” Sirius responded, pulling you close to him and connecting his lips with yours. You did not break apart as he laid you down in front of the fire, pulling off your clothes with an animalistic intensity. Sirius was devouring you, his teeth and tongue all over your face, neck, and tits. He barely prepared you at all, just pushing in without warning. Your nails pressed into his shoulder blades as you looked at him, ready to snap about his hasty action when his thumb began rubbing hard on your clit. You had your legs wrapped around him as you were biting his collarbone to keep from moaning. 

Sirius pulled out of you and flipped you over so you were on top and he turned you so you were facing away from him. 

“Get loud baby. Use me,” he said, his hands planted firmly on your hips as you sunk down on him. You were moaning intensely as you moved up and down, the new position providing a new angle for you. You came hard, your fingers searching for purchase on the rug as Sirius fucked you through your orgasm. 

“Are you close?” You turned back to look at Sirius. He looked gorgeous, his sweaty curls plastered in his forehead and his hands heavy on your waist, a look of concentration in his eyes. 

“Uh, not yet.” He barked out, a vein popping in his forehead. 

“Spread your legs a little further,” You said, pushing at Sirius’s ankles. He did what you said and you sucked on your finger for a moment before pushing it between his cheeks and into his asshole. Sirius was moaning loudly now. It sounded like a name or something, he was moaning “Moony” over and over again. He was so loud that you didn’t hear the door open and notice people entering the house until Sirius was cumming intensely inside you as Regulus and a woman who could have only been Sirius’s mother were glaring down at you. You gathered your clothes quickly and apparated out before Sirius had finished lighting his cigarette. 

Massachusetts 

You were exhausted and thoroughly ready to sleep in your own bed by the time you arrived back home. You threw your trunk by the front door and called out, 

“I’m back witches!” 

Lily, Marlene, and Mary swarmed you, peppering you with hugs and kisses and beginning to hear all about your travels and see the souvenirs you brought back for them. You filled them in and by the time you were talking about your escapades with the athlete, the professor, and the heir, you were even more ready for bed. 

“Well have a good night darling. Also I’m so sorry but I used the last tampon a few hours ago, I’m going to nip to the shops in the morning,” Mary said. 

“Leave it to Mary to use the last period product in this house knowing full well that we’ve all been synced for the past few years.” Marlene playfully tossed a pillow at Mary. 

“Wait,” something dropped in your stomach, “you’re all on your period? Right now?” 

“Yeah, started two days ago. Why? You haven’t started yours?” Lily asked. 

“No. No I haven’t.” You started chewing your lip, “Anyone have a pregnancy test?”

“In the last drawer of the bathroom,” Mary pointed out as you shot up out of your seat to take the test. Your leg bounced anxiously as you waited to see the results of the test.

“Okay love, I’m sure your period is just all messy from traveling and-oh my…” Lily’s jaw dropped as she looked at your positive test,

“Who’s the father?” Marlene asked. 

“I…uh…I have no idea.” You said as you thought back to the athlete, the professor, and the heir.

#james potter #marauders #remus lupin #atyd marauders #marauders x reader #all the young dudes #marauders smut #atyd #James potter x reader smut #remus lupin x readers smut #sirius black #sirius black x reader smut #lily evans #Marlene mckinnon #Mary macdonald

[the-fiction-witch]

Tennis Match

Media TMR AU

Character Newt

Couple Newt X Reader

Rating Smut

Smut Seminonconsenual / nudity / forced orgasm/ anal/ object insertion / squirting

I was a little nervous today as Teresa and I want to meet up with Minho and Newt for a game of tennis. Nervous because I wasn't very good at the game Teresa is but I'm awful. And playing against Newt wouldn't be easy, he's good and Teresa knows full well about my crush on him. And lastly, I was nervous because I left my sports bra at home and there was no way I could play tennis with my usual bra the bones would cut me to pieces so as I wondered thought in my little sports kit I was nervous everyone could see my breasts even if they couldn't but it's still a nervous fear I have. Teresa scanned us in the door with her card and we entered into the room used for tennis and changed the sign in the door to fill meaning we wouldn't be distributed by others opening the door to try and use the room.

It was small court with high walls, skylights and of course the net across it. Minho was stood fixing his hair in his blue shorts and best and newt just beside him having a drink in his orange shorts and white shirt.

"Ooohhh hi girls" Minho smiled

"Hi" she smiled widely giving Minho his hug

"Hi" I waved awkwardly

"Hey love. You okay?" Newt asks

"Yeah just worried you guys are about to destroy me"

"Aww don't worry. I'll go easy on you" he winked going to return his bottle to his bag

I sat my bag down on my side and fiddled with my racket

"Boys vs girls?" Minho suggested

"Of course" Teresa said

"I'm good with that" newt nodded

"We betting?" Minho asked

"No it always ruins it, just for fun" newt said

"Okay, girls serve first. You go y/n" Teresa said grabbing the ball and throwing it over to me I tried to catch it but missed bad dropped the ball, and my racket almost tripping over

"Sorry"

"It's fine, come on girls let's play!" Minho laughed

I did… my best.

Which basically means I came in dead last and basically messed up everytime the ball came near me so the boys made easy work of us. After a good few games I sat on the bench feeling sorry for myself as Teresa grabbed her stuff and Minho's arm

"We're off to get a sports drink, you guys wanna come?" She suggested

Which was Teresa's code for her and Minho are going to the sauna to fool around as honestly every time we came to the fitness center they did it and if may actually be where they do more physical exercise.

"We're good. I was thinking we could play a little just me and you?" Newt suggested

"Are you sure?" I asked sheepishly

"Yeah I'm sure I could give you a hand love, I'd you want that is"

"Thank you, I'd love too" I smiled

Minho and Teresa then left and I felt kinda nervous all alone with newt

"So? One on one?"

"Hummm?"

"Shall we play a game? Just the two of us?"

"Ohh yeah course sorry -"

"It's okay, give me a basic serve and we'll go from there" he says giving me the ball and heading to his own size so I did my best and actually did okay he quickly hit it back and I messed up completely and the ball hit my head

"Owww!"

"Ohh bloody hell sorry y/n"

"It's okay"

"You alright?"

"I think so"

"Okay, let's try again I'll serve this time I promise I'll be nice and gentle" he says giving a very tender serve which I could just about manage "there you go, you're doing great. Now we can get a little faster"

"Okay" I nodded nervously and almost immediately I messed up and need up flat on my butt

"Sorry"

"It's no your fault newt. I'm sorry for being such a mess up"

"Hey it's okay you just need a little more practice" he says "here" he says jumping the net and coming over to me "you should stand a little firmer" he says holding my hips moving me a little and immediately I blushed hard "don't get scared of the ball" he says still adjusting my legs, my hips, my shoulders, "hold the racket a little higher you have better control that way" he says moving his hand up from my waist to stroke my arm and move my hand

"Uhh okay" I nodded

"Don't be so tight loosen the grip a little" he says stroking my hands "see isn't that better?" He asked his breath against my ear

"Yeah, thanks newt"

"No trouble. Keep your swing loose but don't go too crazy" he says, guiding me a little "there you go, see that ball should be scared of you" he says "ohhh nooo don't hurt me y/n I'm just a cute little ball. There's no need to be scared of me" he joked making the ball give My cheek a kiss making me giggle "there, I'll serve" he says taking the ball away and pressing a little kiss to my cheek himself which immediately turned me bright red as he went back to his side and immediately I forgot everything he told me! I did my best to carry in with our game and I didn't do too bad "AHH. Okay point to you"

"Really!"

"Yep."

"Yay!" I giggled

"Your doing good, You just have to remember keep your body square" he says coming and fixing my hips again "okay? Square" he says

"Square. Okay" I nodded

"Good girl love" he smiled "and maybe don't run around so much your skirts rising up" he smirked and I almost had a heart attack as his hand moved from my hip to under my skirt and he snapped my panties

"Ohh I'm so sorry" I said quickly fixing my skirt as I blushed

"Was I complaining?" He chuckled "let's make this game a little more interesting."

"Oh?"

"Next to score a point wins"

"Okay?"

"And the looser has to play the next game with their shirt off"

"Ohh! Uhhh I don't know"

"Come in it'll be fun"

"Well… okay" I blushed and we started our next game I did my best to play as well as I could with such intense focus and I got a point "yay!"

"Alright, deals a deal" he sighed pulling his shirt off revealing his thin but tones sweaty body "yes?"

"Uhhhhh nothing!" I blushed

"Come on your serve love"

"Yeah sorry" so I did my best even if he was so much more distracting now and I wasn't doing too has until it all went wrong.

I gave the ball a firm wack and immediately noticed something was wrong as my feet returned to the floor quickly I noticed my panties had snapped and now the tightness of My thighs is all that kept them on my legs

"Yes! I win" he smirked "you okay?"

"Uhhh I can't play anymore"

"What why not? Come on I thought we were having fun?"

"we were I just… I can't play anymore" I said in panick

"What is it?" He asks getting his shirt back in and coming over "did you hurt yourself?"

"Uhhh…"

"Come on sit down" he says ushering me to the bench "is it your ankle? Did you put your weight wrong? Your leg? Did you maybe pull a muscle? Maybe a cramp?" He suggested running his hands up my legs trying to soothe me I didn't know what to say or how to respond or even his to fix this byhe moved my leg a little too much and my broken panties came rumbling down my legs and onto the floor "oh." He says and I turned bright red wanting to bury myself in the pile of mats "I didn't think I snapped them quiet that hard" he chuckled "sorry love"

"It's okay, not time fault"

"It's okay one of those things no need to be embarrassed" he says still gently stroking my legs "that nice?" He asks as he massaged my leg

"It is but there's nothing wrong with my leg newt"

"I know. I just wanted to make you feel a little better" he Cooes giving my legs a sweet massage it was really nice and did make me feel better so I relaxed a little against the bench enjoying how nice it was until I heard his sly chuckle and I looked down at him noticing he knelt on the floor massaging my leg but he was holding my leg up a little higher then he needed and thus peaking under my skirt "ummm hello"

"Newt!" I yelped pushing my skirt down to hide myself

"Sorry, I was curious" he shrugs "come on, just a little peak" he smirked moving his hands up my legs over my knees as he did he pushed my knees apart and moved himself into the space between them before his hands moved up and across my thighs under my skirt until his hands where stroking over where my panties band would have sat stroking his fingers across me without the elastic and fabric in his way "there's no reason we need to stop our game" he whispered

"But my -"

"Yeah? So what? Maybe you can use it as a distraction for me. Come on you've already been playing all this time without a bra like panties makes any difference"

"You -"

"I'm not stupid love. I know how much your tits bounce. I couldn't help getting distracted by these while we plaid." He smirked taking a hand out from under my skirt and slipping up my top to fondle my breast "uhhh fuck- uummm Plus sometimes your cute little nips poke through your shirt"

"Oh my god" I blushed trying to cover… all of me at this point

"Aww I think it's cute come on one more game then maybe we can go to the sauna and take your whole outfit off" he whispered

"I uhhhh I'd rather we just stay here*

"Yeah? Okay. One more game" he says getting up and kissing my nose before he headed to his side for one more game so I got up nervously unsure how I could play like this "how's about a deal"

"What?"

"If you beat me I'll do whatever you want me too" he winked "but if I win you have to do whatever I want you too"

"Okay" I blushed

"Good girl. Your serve" he smirked throwing me the ball so I did my best all while trying to keep concealed but he was doing gae better then me so I decided to roll my skirt up and purposely bounce around often distracting him but even so he was no match for me not when hes really trying and I quickly lost "I win"

"Okay" I sighed

"Come here love" he smirked leaning on the net so I went over "one leg over"

"Uhh okay" I blushed moving one leg over the net he then smirked and pushed my back down so I bent over

"There we go" he smirked "if you move your Hands your in big trouble" he warns so I nodded "net between your tits" he smirked so I did as he asked adjusting so the net sar between my breasts "good girl. Now feet on the floor" he ordered so I did it "good flat on the floor now and keep those legs wide for me love" he smirked so I did as he asked and he moved slightly so I couldn't see him but he clearly could see me "awww yeah hello love" he smirked slapping my ass "now you stay nice and still for me. I'm gonna play a game I've been wanting to play with you for years" he smirked he pulled my cheeks apart spreading my pussy as he did he adjusted the net so the top plastic protective part of the net now sat against my clit and pussy he smirked holding my skirt up so he could see and he grabbed the nets loops a few down and began to lift or as if curling a weight lifting, tugging and rubbing the net leaving It to mercilessly run against my most sensitive places

"Uhhhhh newt!" I whined bright red as I felt my wetness already dripping down my legs but he just kept going without mercy for a moment "uuuuuuuhhh newt please stop I'll-"

"Aww is it really that good?" He smirked and I nodded "perfect. I wanna watch you cum" he smirked speeding up his movements leaving to squeal for mercy from the overwhelming pleasure but he ignored me only ever muttering things clearly enjoying tormenting me he stopped for a moment giving me a second to breathe but he returned to his pace immediately and I felt the base of his racket push it's way inside my pussy making me squeal as he used it to fuck me all while he still moved the net by now I imagined a puddle on the floor as I was utterly soaked desperate to cum "come on love cum for me. I wanna watch you cum before I fuck you myself" he smirked getting more intense with both and I was so so close my screams uncontrollable "how about I do this?" He smirked pulling the racket out of me using the juices I had covered it in as lube as he pushed it inside analy and thrust his fingers in my pussy which was enough for me to cum squirting all over him and the net "awww good girl love" he smirked slapping my ass taking the racket away and helping me to climbing off the net even if my legs were jelly, he grabbed my ass and pulled me into his chest stating at my breasts as my shirt has ridden up too "you look so fucking good" he growled pulling me into an intense kiss "come on. You walk all the way to the sauna without panties baby I'll fuck you raw"

"Okay newt" I giggled fixing my clothes grabbing my stuff making sure to flash him as I bent over

"Go on I'll be following" he smiled slapping my ass 

#thomasbrodiesangster #tbs smut #tbs imagines #tbs imagine #thomas sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster imagine #thomas sangster #thomas brodie sangster #thomas brodie sangster smut #tbs #tmr au #tmr newt #tmr newt imagine #tmr newt smut #tmr newt fanfic #tmr newt imagines #newt #tdc newt smut #newt smut au #newt smut #newt imagines #newt imagine

[howlingday]

Hello Hollowing, my prompt is this: After team RWBY finds themselves in the Ever After, they are met by a small child happily waving and guiding them towards the Tree instead of a certain Cheshire cat. Soon they were guided to the tree, with a mansion carved within. With children that looked like recoloured versions of their guide happily waving toward RWBY. They meet Neo, and Jaune, the small older woman clealry pregnant, along with Mint, and Trivia, and a woman similar to neo called CC... basically I want Jaune to explain why he has a harem of Neos with constant flashbacks of each neo having babymaking sex with him. With CC requires everyone else to overcome her instability. Blame Fatally Obsessed. I do not know why I make statements instead of questions.

Ah, okay.

This is way less terrible than I thought it would be.

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This world is weird. Like, super weird. No, but like, SUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUPER weird! Like, think of the weirdest thing you could think of, and it wouldn't be half as weird as what this was.

Okay, maybe not THAT weird, but it was weirder than Remnant, at least. Game pieces moved around, walking and talking like all the faunus and humans did back home. Not only that, but there were also talking animals, too! So yeah, this fairy tale world was weird.

But not as weird as what happened next.

"Hey! Over here!"

Team RWBY looked behind them and found a little girl waving at them. She had short, blonde hair, pale skin, and, as they got closer, blue eyes. Her dress was pink with a black sash wrapped around her belly.

"Um, hi?" Ruby awkwardly waved.

"Are you a Huntress?"

The question shocked the group. This was the first person they met in the Ever After, and she KNEW what a huntress is! Who was she?

"Um, ye-"

"Nilly!" A girl with long, brown hair ran up to the other girl and grabbed her wrist. Her dress was white with a pink sash wrapped around her belly, similar to the other girl. "We're not supposed to talk to strangers!"

"It's okay, Gats!" Nilly replied. "They don't look bad!"

"Don't you remember what Dad said?" Gats wagged her finger. "Looks can be decieving!"

"Um," Ruby stuttered, "we're not bad. Uh, y'know, if you wanted our opinion."

"She's right." Weiss added. "We're just trying to get to the tree."

"Oh! That's easy!" Nilly yanked her hand away. "Daddy can take you!"

"Daddy?" Yang asked.

"Mhm!" Nilly nodded. "Daddy is, like the best person to take you to the tree! He was up there before, y'know?"

"Nilly!" Gats chided. "They're bad guys!"

"Nuh-uh!"

"Yuh-huh!"

"Nuh-uh!"

"Yuh-huh!"

As the girls bickered, Team RWBY gave each other glances. This was very uncomfortable.

"Were we..." Ruby looked to her sister. "This bad?"

"Eh...." Yang shrugged. "Kinda?"

"Well, none of my siblings were like this." Weiss said with an unamused look.

"Pretty sure you're not as close with your siblings as Ruby and Yang were." Blake added. "It kind of makes me wonder what it's like."

"It's not great."

Suddenly, in the center of Team RWBY, stood a small girl with pink hair done in a ponytail, wearing a black dress with a white sash. She was so quiet, none of them heard her! As she walked to the other girls, they noticed she had a pink tail sway from under her dress.

"Nilla. Gats." She addressed the girls. "Mother's waiting for us." At this, the two girls stopped bickering. The leader looked at Team RWBY. "You come, too."

The little girl in the pink dress then walked forward, followed closely by the other two. Following the trio was Team RWBY. From a distance, a pair of eyes watched the seven girls curiously.

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Neo sipped her tea, enjoying the quiet of the house. Her girls were out playing while her husband had left to run errands. They would all return before supper, as they always did. She looked down, admiring the one change to her otherwise routine life she'd made in the Ever After.

Every morning, she woke up, had breakfast, woke up her daughters, and then spent the rest of the day planning dinner. Tonight's dinner would be stewed vegetables.

"Ugh... Couldn't we have something with more meat?"

Neo cast a glare at the whining voice. The voice belonged to another Neo, though the voice was not quite her own. Instead, an annoying creature had taken residence in her body, wearing it like a coat, doing with it as they pleased.

"Oh, don't give me that look." The being replied with a roll of their neon-blue eyes. "Even Trivia is sick and tired of it!"

The woman in question, hanging clothes to dry outside, flinched. She shivered as Neo quirked a brow at her former self. She hid herself behind a wet sheet.

"Ow!" Mint, a disguise of herself used to infiltrate Beacon during the Vytal Festival with Cinder, flicked the being in Neo's ear. "Oh, I was not being mean to her!"

Neo hefted herself to her feet, hands to her back for support. Soon, it would be her turn to bring life into this world. She couldn't help but wonder what her child would look like. What mother didn't?

"Oh, and before you set the table," the being said, "we're going to have guests tonight. Four of them."

Neo eyed the being, unsure of what they meant. For all their schemes and plots, the creature wasn't a liar and often made use of their ability to see and hear things outside their home. If there were guests coming to visit, then there would be guests coming to visit. Neo would need more vegetables, and hands to pick said vegetables.

"Speak of the Grimm, as you say."

Neo looked to the door, and a tiny knock came from the other side. She opened the door, finding eight familiar faces.

"Mother." Greeted Berry with stoicism.

"Mommy!" Squealed Vanilla joyfully.

"Mom?" Called Gateau in concern.

Neo glared past her daughters to the four huntresses behind them. They swiftly reached for their weapons.

"Neopolitan?!" Litte Red exclaimed in her surprise.

"Of course she'd be here!" The Ice Queen growled.

"Is she pregnant?" The Kitty Cat asked.

"Guess she found someone dumb enough to knock her up." The Blonde Bimbo rudely remarked.

"Now that's just rude." All eyes focused on the timbre voice in the distance. A figure in rusted armor dismounted a large jackalope, named Juniper, and removed his helmet. Beneath was a ruggedly handsome bearded face with tired, blue eyes. He gave a chuckle. "Rude girls don't get dessert."

#rwby #silent knight #jaune arc #ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #neopolitan #the curious cat #rwby au

[gerrystamour]

so touch me again (i feel my shadow dissolving)

Rated E | Steddie Week Day 2: Fluff | 1200 Words | Complete

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“What’s up, baby?” Steve asks, voice deep with the last dregs of sleep around the edges, and he shifts a hand to cup Eddie’s cheek. “Missed you,” Eddie replies before he turns his face to press a kiss into the center of Steve’s palm. Even after years of soft, sweet moments like this with Eddie, Steve feels his heart melt under the warmth of his fondness for the older man. Stroking Eddie’s scarred cheek with his thumb, Steve says, “I’m right here, baby.” Eddie just nods, his mouth and nose still pressed into the center of Steve’s palm as he closes his eyes.  “Still missed you,” is all he says after a few moments, and Steve knows that to mean Eddie had a nightmare he doesn’t want to talk about. My entry for @steddie-week Day 2, for the prompt fluff!! I literally accidentally hit post instead of "save as draft" on AO3 so that's why this is ultimately being posted early. CW: This fic is rated Explicit for smut below the cut.

Steve wakes up to lazy kisses against his collarbone, curly hair tickling his cheek as the lips move closer to his throat. Sighing happily, Steve lifts his arms to wrap around Eddie sleepily as he dips his head for a proper kiss.

Eddie acquiesces immediately with a pleased hum into Steve’s mouth.

When they pull apart, Steve smiles at Eddie. There’s a streetlight outside their apartment that shines into their bedroom, casting a dim orange glow across Eddie’s profile that makes him look otherworldly. Ethereal.

“What’s up, baby?” Steve asks, voice deep with the last dregs of sleep around the edges, and he shifts a hand to cup Eddie’s cheek.

“Missed you,” Eddie replies before he turns his face to press a kiss into the center of Steve’s palm. Even after years of soft, sweet moments like this with Eddie, Steve feels his heart melt under the warmth of his fondness for the older man.

Stroking Eddie’s scarred cheek with his thumb, Steve says, “I’m right here, baby.”

Eddie just nods, his mouth and nose still pressed into the center of Steve’s palm as he closes his eyes.  “Still missed you,” is all he says after a few moments, and Steve knows that to mean Eddie had a nightmare he doesn’t want to talk about.

Spring of ‘86 was a distant memory for them, but sometimes it crept back up. Slowly, Steve registers the sound of rain hitting the bedroom window and pieces things together.

“Sometimes when it’s raining, it kinda sounds like the bats,” Steve remembers Eddie confessing back then after a panic attack. It makes complete sense to Steve, and a lot of his own triggers were just as innocuous and unavoidable. Steve knows what Eddie’s feeling well, that feeling after waking up from something dark and sad. How, even if the bed is warm and arms were around him, Steve would need to know for sure that he wasn’t imagining things.

Eddie takes a slow, calming breath in deeply through his nose before he shifts to press his lips to the inside of Steve’s wrist, snapping him out of his thoughts. With a contented hum, Steve directs Eddie into another kiss, this one deeper and more searching. Eddie needs to know Steve is there, that Steve is alive and with him, so Steve would give him just that.

As their breathing grows heavier, the movement of lips against each other growing sloppier and slicker with their spit, Steve pulls back to smile up at Eddie. “Missed you, too,” he says, and he buries a hand in Eddie’s hair to guide him back in for another kiss.

Eddie dives in with a hungry sound and Steve spreads his legs so his boyfriend could settle comfortably between them. They’re both still naked from earlier, and Steve knows he’s still loose and a bit slick. It wouldn’t take much preparation, if any at all, for Eddie to slide back inside him.

The same thought seems to occur to Eddie as he shifts so he can reach down between Steve’s legs and touch him there, testing the give of the tender ring of muscle. It hurts a bit, but with enough lube, the ache would be worth it.

“Eds, please,” Steve whines against Eddie’s lips as a finger presses inside, and he reaches over to the bedside table to grab the bottle of lube. Eddie immediately withdraws his finger and takes the bottle, slicking his fingers properly and pressing two inside at once. Steve gasps, his eyes rolling back as he arches up into Eddie and spreads his legs. “Eddie, please.”

Normally, Eddie would slow down with Steve begging like this so soon, but tonight he’s just as needy, just as desperate to feel the warmth of Steve’s body. Neither of them can take much teasing when they were both like this. Withdrawing his fingers, Eddie makes quick work of slicking his cock with a liberal amount of lube and lines up.

The inward slide hurts because Eddie was not very gentle with Steve earlier—per Steve’s request—but being held and kissed while being nice and full all over again was more than enough to make the pain worth it. Steve sighs happily as Eddie bottoms out, sloppily licking into Eddie’s mouth while the man above him groans thickly.

“So warm,” Eddie coos, his brow furrowed cutely as he starts to move his hips.

Steve lets his head drop back against the pillows to watch his boyfriend’s expression. He can’t help but be amazed by the way Eddie’s jaw goes slack as he makes love to Steve slowly, the way his eyes flutter on each push inward. The way Eddie looks so grateful every time he gets to have Steve like this is still overwhelming for Steve even after a decade of being together, and he figures he probably never will be used to it.

With a sigh, Steve gently strokes Eddie’s hair and face, watching him as Eddie takes what he needs from his body. It feels good, the ache subsiding and becoming distinctly enjoyable as Eddie’s movements against and inside him become firmer, more determined.

Eddie forces his eyes open to meet Steve’s gaze before he turns his head to kiss Steve’s hand again. Then he takes Steve’s thumb into his mouth, sucking on it gently with a low growl and Steve can’t help the punched-out noise that escapes. Steve drags Eddie into another kiss, shuddering as the change in position has Eddie’s cock hitting his prostate on every slide inward. The shift also has Steve’s weeping cock trapped between their bodies, Eddie’s lower abdomen rocking against it with every single thrust.

“Close, Stevie,” Eddie gasps, and Steve wraps his legs around him tightly. He was desperate to feel Eddie come inside him, to feel the warm bloom of his release as deep as possible.

“Do it, baby,” Steve encourages him, sliding a hand down to play with Eddie’s nipple. “Come inside me.”

That’s all it takes, all it ever really takes when Eddie gets like this, and he comes to a stuttering halt while his cock pulses in Steve’s hole. And Steve whines, his eyes rolling back at the rush of warmth around the twitching girth inside him.

Propping himself up a bit above Steve, Eddie reaches between them to stroke Steve’s cock, the movements firm and deliberate, single-minded in their purpose. It isn’t long before Steve comes in thick stripes over Eddie's hand and across his own stomach while Eddie rocks his softening cock in and out of him.

Finally, Eddie pulls out and shifts down the length of Steve’s body to lap up the mess on Steve’s stomach, moaning as he fingers Steve’s messy and slick hole. Steve hisses a bit, overstimulated but not pulling away either.

“So warm,” Eddie repeats, pressing one last kiss to Steve’s stomach as he withdraws his fingers and gets up.

Steve pouts as he watches his boyfriend shuffle into the bathroom, even though he knows Eddie was coming right back.

Sure enough, Eddie returns with a warm cloth to clean Steve up a bit. Tossing the cloth in the general direction of the bathroom door, Eddie collapses onto the bed and gathers Steve up in his arms.

By now, the rain has stopped and Steve sighs happily. They’re both happy, warm, and satisfied, reassured that they are both alive and well.

“I love you, Eddie,” Steve murmurs as he presses a kiss to Eddie’s smiling lips.

“I love you, too, Stevie,” Eddie whispers back, and neither of them pull away from the kiss until they’re barely able to keep their eyes open.

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Taglist! @patchworkgargoyle, @scarcrossdlvrs, @steve-harringtits, @afewproblems, @matchingbatbites, @mylilplanet, @steddie-there, @steddieas-shegoes, @xenon-demon, @indigohightide, @inairbinad I hope you enjoy the fic!! Please consider reblogging!! Let me know in the tags or the reblog comments if you would like to join the taglist for the other Steddie Week fics!

#steddie #steve x eddie #steddieweekafterdark #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie fic #gerry writes

[house-strong]

— FIRE AND ICE ʾ ⋆

summary ; requested by anon.

“Could you do a luke x stark! reader, where they are childhood friends and when they get older they kiss and ask their parents to be betrothed, then what happens after. Sorry if its kinda rambly i love your writing”

pairing ; friends-to-lovers!lucerys velaryon x stark!reader

notes ; enjoy loves <3 not revised but what’s new,,

house stark and house targaryen have been close allies for decades ever since torrhen stark bent the knee to aegon the conquerer. princess rhaenyra, desperate to keep this tie strengthened (as the north was an essential piece of her kingdom when she was to rule), always suggested allowing the kids to grow up with each other.

it was decreed that no harm shall come to the children and the housing family must treat the other children as their own. that was the original pact of ice and fire.

cregan, your elder brother, always had an affinity for jacaerys velaryon and was glued to his hip. what made them get along so well, you didn’t know and you didn’t want to know. maybe it was the fact that they both liked to play swords, go hunting, and talk about girls. safe to say, your destined friend was lucerys velaryon, the younger, gentler version of jacaerys.

lucerys was always shy at first, head ducking so he could hide behind his bang of dark curls and oftentimes fiddling with his hands. he’d rather look at his feet than you, but when he happened to meet your gaze, there would always be a reddening, blistering scarlet hue swelling on his cheeks.

he was very easy to figure out when friendship began to blossom between you two. he was forever curious, often asking you ‘why’ or ‘how’ about things. despite living on one of the grandest castles in westeros, you and lucerys were jealous of each others respective castles. lucerys thought winterfell was beautiful. although, snow was something that didn’t agree with him as he often caught a cold or a bad case of the sniffles.

you on the other hand, you were always desperate to see dragonstone. every lord and lady compared its grandeur to the age of old valyria. dragons often took the skies and there was something about the layers of the towering walls that made it spectacular.

lucky for you this year, it was princess rhaenyra’s turn to host your brother and yourself.

the cackling of the nearby fire is evident. candles light the great hall of dragonstone, basking the entire room into an amber glow and gentle warmth. lucerys is sitting closer to the fire, a book nestled into his hands that he has buried his face in.

“why can’t you take me for a dragonride?” you ask, your hands trailing along the craftsmanship of the center console table, otherwise known as the painted table. you peek up from hair that’s fallen around your face, brows raising slightly.

luke looks up from the book he’s reading, by the look of the words scrambled together in foreign shapes, he’s probably reading something in valyrian. he gives you a look, tilting his head and jutting out his chin. he feels embarrassment swell in his chest as he thinks of his reply, but he doesn’t allow it to break his facade.

“i’ve told you, arrax can’t carry the both of us,” he pauses for a moment, as if hesitant to say his next sentence, “he’s too small.”

you hum, rounding the table to move closer to where luke sat, “jace always takes cregan for a ride.”

luke knows this is only a playful jab, one that intends to persuade him into allowing you on arrax for a dragonride, but the sheepishness continues to plague him. when no response comes from him, you cast him a glance. he’s biting his lip and looking down at the book in his lap.

“i didn’t mean it, luke,” you say while approaching his chair. you kneel in front of it and take his hand into yours. “i don’t care to ride a dragon, i’d spend all my time with you doing anything else if that’s what you want.”

a moment that passes as luke searches your eyes, he licks his bottom lip just a bit, “and what do you want?”

you two stare at each other, eyes scanning each others faces that is lit by the fire. there’s warmth dancing on his skin, one that almost hides the blush that slowly floods his cheeks. his mouth is slightly parts as he takes a shaky inhale. your name falls from his lips in a whisper.

you both move forward, hesitant and unsure. luke is the first to stop, but after a moment when you raise your brows, he nods his head ever so slightly in confirmation. you close the gap, placing your lips on to his and both yours and his eyes flutter shut. your lips against his is almost awkward for his don’t move. after a moment, he allows himself to melt into your kiss and he tries to reciprocate it the best he can.

it’s sloppy, awkward, and the pace shared is an uneven mixture of too fast and too slow. teeth knock teeth and there’s little to no rhythm, but by all the gods, it’s still somehow glorious. you both part, eyes flittering open and drinking in the appearance of each other.

he’s the first to smile; it’s boyish, toothy, and expresses his incandescent happiness. you copy him and a breathless giggle leaves you. he too laughs before running his thumb along the hand that’s clasped around his.

“i want to be yours.”

when the words spew from your lips, lucerys feels nothing but elecstasy flood his being. what he’s wanted for so long, in secret, has finally come to light. actions that he thought were purely platonic and laced with friendship were simply the opposite, and he realizes it now.

“i want nothing more.” the words he utters are ones that he can’t believe he’s saying. his grip on your hand holds yours firmly, a little squeeze following. he rising to his feet, helping you to yours before beginning to gently tugging you along the length of the great hall.

between a laugh you make, “where are we going?”

“to my mother,” he responds, turning back to glance at you.

your brows furrow, “for what?”

“i want to marry you.”

and that’s exactly what he did. that night, he had went to his mother with you in tow and had asked for you two to marry. rhaenyra was looking between you two, a smile lifting the corner of her mouth. she granted it, as long as your lord father agreed.

about five months later, you and lucerys were permitted to marry on dragonstone beneath the blanket of constellations. basked in warm light from the various fires that lit the ceremony, house stark and house targaryen were finally united by marriage.

since you two were still young and not ready for the commitment of children, you two decided to wait. more than a few years passed and as time flew, arrax grew in size. he was still small compared to his brother vermax, but he was able to carry the weight of two people with ease.

“are you ready?” lucerys asks, a bashful grin parting his lips to reveal his teeth. he’s wearing his dragonriding attire with a cape clasped to his shoulders, his foot on the stirrup as he looks back at you.

arrax is chirping, head swinging side to side with eagerness to take flight. your stomach bubbles with nerves and the impending thrill of being in the air. your hand touches arrax, his scaly skin dry to the touch.

“yes,” you breathe, tucking your hair into the cowl of your own riding attire.

“follow my lead.”

lucerys climbs up the saddle of arrax with practiced movements, his leg swinging confidently over and his foot sliding into the other stirrup. he shifts, getting more comfortable in his seat before returning his sight on you.

he extends his hand out, “lykirī, arrax. now, your turn.”

hesitantly, you put your foot on top of arrax’s muscle that connects to his wing. you take a look at him before putting weight, but the ghostly-scaled dragon doesn’t seem phased by the pressure. you slowly clamber on to arrax the same way luke did, however, your movements are more clumsy and less precise. your back touches the rear end of the second seat of the saddle, your hands instinctively wrapping around luke’s midsection. he smiles at this before patting arrax on the back.

“sōvēs, arrax.”

when the command leave luke’s mouth, arrax gives a trilling screech. he rises to his full height before beginning to waddle forward, picking his pace up with each step.

with great flaps of his wings, arrax takes flight. the feeling is lifting– fleeting and it’s almost incomprehensible to utter words to convey this. arrax bellows and flaps his wings more, carrying both you and luke higher and higher.

the wind begins to pick up pace as arrax soars through the sky. he continues to lift you and luke up, almost as high as the clouds. once you catch sight of how far you have risen above the ground, your eyes widen then squeeze shut. you tighten your hold on luke and you press your face into his backside, gasps of fright leaving you.

arrax’s beating rhythm of his wings slow from a climb to a steady flight. he lets out a cry, his voice causing a tremble in his body.

“open your eyes, my princess.” luke’s voice is encouraging and one of his gloved hands encloses over your wrist. slowly, you open one eye at a time and you notice that there’s nothing but the blue sky that surrounds you. you lessen your hold on luke, straightening your back before peering down below arrax. you gasp, your eyes widening with surprise.

waves froth back and forth in the open sea below you, foam littering the top of each wave. in the distance to your side, you see the island of dragonstone, then farther, the island of driftmark. behind that, the massive slab of westeros crests the horizon.

“i’ve never seen anything like this,” you say, breathless. you clutch the saddle and continue to peer around you. “we’re on top of the world, luke.”

luke smiles to himself and readjusts his grip on the reins. he tugs at them, sending arrax to turn on his wings and ride the wind. he chitters, obviously content with what you’ve said. it’s almost as if he agrees.

“there’s no place i’d rather be,” he pauses, his voice loud. “than to be with you on top of the world.”

#lucerys velaryon fic #lucerys velaryon imagine #lucerys velaryon x reader #lucerys velaryon #hotd imagine #hotd fanfic #hotd x reader #hotd fic #my writing

[stoopid-turtle]

made-up thoughts about dd's thoughts

Hi there! I warned y'all that I might post more and I've been watching SDC so I wanted to compile my massive load of DD thoughts. Apparently, I think about dd a lot.

I've struggle with how to organize these thoughts because they're so scattered and there are just a whole bunch of them. So I decided to center them around moments I think about a lot. Not necessarily fun dd moments, though some of them are fun. But just...moments that I feel tell me a lot about dd.

As a disclaimer, I'm making up a bunch of nonsense about dd as a person, but I don't actually know him and you shouldn't take anything I say seriously. I'm very likely to be wrong about most of it. In fact, if dd somehow managed to read this humble post, he would probably roll his eyes. And you know what? It would be an honor for him to have done so.

There'll be a few posts. There are three others in drafts right now, though I may combine two of them. We'll see. But I'm starting out with this one just because it was done first.

I'm at around ep 8 of SDC4, and I think the only way to watch subtitled versions of SDC5 are by downloading an app that Google won't let me download because of region restrictions (and then paying a subscription fee). Needless to say, I probably won't be able to watch SDC5 anytime soon. :(

(those episodes are sooooo looonnngggg)

There's an episode in SDC4 when the captains have picked 4 leaders to start off their teams. They put together a rehearsal battle to show the other contestants the captain's style and help make decisions during the next recruitment segment.

DD picks 4 top dancers as his leaders. These are fantastic dancers, specifically battle dancers. And they do horribly in the rehearsal battle because they're not used to dancing routine, there are no choreographers so while their performance was highly technical, it wasn't really entertaining or meaningful, and the team itself just didn't cohere because these are all people who specialize in battling alone.

DD has a little meltdown while his team loses, and it's kinda uncomfortable to watch. He says in a debrief with his team afterward that he's one of those people that likes winning (which, yeah, duh, DD).

I think a lot about DD's initial strategy. It seems straightforward. Get the best dancers. Have the best team. Work hard. Win.

DD's not a deep thinker. I don't mean he's stupid, because he's actually pretty smart and quick to pick up on things. But he just doesn't see the need to introspect or dwell on things. He strikes me as the type of person who might go through some difficult event and come out the other side wanting to just move on because, "It's in the past. Why bother thinking about it?"

(I think he is getting more introspective as he gets older, as evidenced with his performance of Like the Sunshine. I think that's typical as one ages though)

I'm also struck by the feedback he gives as a captain. He usually makes pretty detailed comments about the technical aspects of the dance, and sometimes, with the more thematic pieces, he'll just outline the story of it. He's pretty literal and straightforward in his thinking.

In any case, dd stands out among the captains for his emphasis on winning. The captains of the other teams cultivate a family atmosphere and often make an effort to emphasize having fun over winning (dd emphasizes fun...as long as his team is winning). The other captains will break down in tears when they have to eliminate dancers, and they'll give nothing but praise to the dancers.

DD is the prototypical "not here to make friends" competitor (though he does actually make friends). One of the most common comments dd gets from dancers or judges is that he works really hard and is a perfectionist with his technical performance. (As a fangirl, I love hearing other people remark on how impressive dd is. I'm all like, "Damn right, that's my bb!"). Dd has high expectations of himself and of the dancers in his team, and he'll criticize the dancers if he feels they fell short.

It's not mean-spirited but it is blunt and is something that the other captains don't do. DD will point out mistakes and be outspoken when he's disappointed with a performance. He also doesn't cry when he has to eliminate someone. He obviously doesn't like doing it, and I do think his style of doing it quickly without the anxiety of drawing it out is kinder. But it also fits in with his decisive, direct way of doing things.

I think about this all in connection with the bts of gg saying he prefers men without makeup. DD gets incredibly defensive, misconstruing what gg's saying as a slight against idols. It's a funny bts, because gg's clearly trying to pay dd a compliment, but dd doesn't even realize this because he's so caught up in defensiveness.

But the defensiveness tells us that dd's felt belittled and looked down on for his idol background, I think especially in some of his hobbies and other activities. Professional dancing, motorcycling racing, skateboarding. His being an idol has made people not take him seriously (I think that's what happened at the beginning of SDC3 when dd got the fewest towels of all the captains from the start).

I think that can be frustrating because dd's initial interest as a teen boy was dancing. I don't know all the decision-making that went into him going off to get trained by Yuehua as an idol, but doing so ironically made it harder for him to get respect from the professional dancers that he admires.

That's why dd works so damn hard, often to the point of overwork. He's demanding of his team just as he's demanding of himself. This is a guy who puts himself into the hospital with how much he works (and then forgets about it afterward). He's wearing himself out in trying to prove himself, and I'm glad that he recently actually took a day off when he was sick. GG's a good influence.

This all takes us to another DD moment, one that is more fun to watch, and that is dd's whole thing with the waacker, Xiao Bao. During a battle, Xiao Bao touches the back of dd's head, and dd immediately stands up and grabs Xiao Bao, keeping a hold of him even as he tries to dance away. Then there's some minor waacking and, um, lip-licking from dd.

When asked at hotpot, dd explains that he was trying to get Xiao Bao to run out his time by keeping a hold of him so he couldn't dance. By touching him, Xiao Bao had challenged dd and dd responded according to street dance rules. DD seems confused by others' confusion because it's self-explanatory to him.

It is just...so very dd to be so single-minded about a thing that he doesn't even realize how incredibly gay it looked. Just, immensely fantastically gay. (I'll get back to this in another post, but I'm focusing elsewhere here)

Honestly, he's sometimes come across as being on the spectrum, though that may well be me overidentifying with some traits. But he has his special interests and while he may be generally quiet, he will start happily rambling if asked about motorbikes or legos or skateboarding (or if plopped down next to gg). He's incredibly fidgety and has a weird thing with stroking tassels.

I know people on the spectrum are more often associated with sensitivity to lights and noise, but there is variation in that. Some folks tend towards the opposite and end up being thrill-seekers.

Some of his mannerisms and social interactions ping me as spectrum-y. During the "JC's fake butt" bts conversation with the rest of the cast, gg characterizes dd as the type to bluntly go up to JC and ask him about the fake butt. He's probably not wrong.

In the bts, dd also has several moments of not being properly romantic by gg's standards or of being a little mean to gg and then apologizing later. This may be more of a young man thing than a spectrum thing, though. IME, guys that age are more prone to that sort of thoughtless behavior than guys who are older.

In any case, dd's reputation as aloof is surface-deep, as seen when he's comfortable with people. He's able to joke and play around with others once he warms up to them. I know gg is often seen as uniquely able to soften dd up, and I do think dd is distinctly more affectionate/playful with gg. But it's a difference in degrees. DD also seems comfortable with the other DDU hosts, with his UNIQ brothers, sometimes with the other SDC captains (though not as often), with certain dancers (like Bouboo and Yang Kai).

Heck, Yang Kai even lampshades this in SDC S4. The captains are recruiting their team members and they send gifts to the dancers to woo them. Even though Yang Kai is a definite joiner on dd's team, dd sends him a framed photo of the two of them from Yang Kai's win the previous season. He also gifts Yang Kai a charm for his newborn son. Yang Kai is touched and he comments that he wouldn't expect these gifts from dd because dd just doesn't express his emotions like this usually. (I wonder if dd had some help in choosing the gifts, because all his gifts are incredibly thoughtful in a very uncharacteristic way (sorry, dd))

So, yeah, I have so many thoughts about how dd shows him feelings. I'm not super-attached to the autism spectrum thing, so don't take it too seriously. Hell, don't take any of this seriously. I've never met the guy. I'm just wildly extrapolating from translated glimpses of him.

#yizhan #bjyx #thoughts about dd #don't tell me you don't think about dd this much #pls tell me you think about dd this much #i feel like a weirdo

[portsandstars]

I recently got an ask about how I made my Vere cosplay, so I thought I'd write an (overly descriptive) explanation about what I did! Note that I have very minimal sewing and cosplay experience, so it's quite possible that there are many better ways to achieve the same look.

If you're interested in recieving the pattern that I used, please DM me, and I'll send you the files. Note that the pattern is only made to my measurements(I am very tall and small chested) and I have also altered the pattern after working with it some, though not altered the PDF.

Some of my explanations won't be the most clear, I'm happy to explain more in the comments or dms- I'm just limited on the number of pictures:)

Below the readmore because u guys this is going to be a bit exhaustively long :>

The pattern pieces for the top

I got a pattern after commissioning someone on Fiverr for about $60 dollars (let me know if you want their contact info). They were not very interested in reference photos and instead wanted me to sketch the garment I needed. I made a mock-up in a day after receiving the pattern files (took me about 8-10 hours lol). I requested a few edits from the pattern maker and recieved a second pattern. From there, I made multiple mockups and edited the PDF pattern to:

- shorten the smallest sleeve

- increase the curve of the front shirt edge

- add an unofficial collar band to increase collar height

- change the angle of the piping seam to enter the armhole at much more of a slanted angle

- increase the height and shape of the side waist openings (they are still lower than is accurate).

- add a sleeve gusset bc I couldn't move my arms (the sleeves are still tough, I'd recommend altering the dark purple sleeves if you make this)

- making the floatly sleeves way more voluminous.

Here are some photos of the top. I bought a crotch snap bodysuit premade and cut it after someone helped me pin the top to it. This is to help keep the top "tucked in" to the belt without bunching, while still allowing you to go to the bathroom. There need to be snaps because I taped the top to my skin, so you don't want to pull the top off your shoulders as you would a romper.

Ok, now let's see where the pattern pieces go to the shirt:

Fabric

I used a satin fabric for this top. I chose this primarily because it looked the closest to the right color that I could find (rather than being interested in the sheen). I'd say that it kinda sucked to work with because it frays exceptionally easily, though it does look pretty. The lilac fabric is a cotton fabric that I used throughout this project to add weight and stability - the color doesn't matter. I also used a medium weight black fabric (?), Silver pleather, and lightweight interfacing.

- back of the garment was purple satin underlined with lilac cotton

- front (orange) piece was purple satin with lightweight iron on interfacing

- collar (blue) was purple satin with the lightweight interfacing not in the seam allowances.

- front (red) piece was purple satin, iron on interfacing, and underlined lilac cotton.

- black boarder on the front (green) was a thick black fabric that was in a discount bin. Highly recommend you use a thin black cotton because the thickness of this fabric gave me a lot of trouble. Interfaced the center of these pieces.

- facings for the side opening (front and back of garment) were made from the lilac fabric and interfaced with lightweight interfacing EXCEPT for the seam allowance.

- tiny sleeve (yellow) was interfaced to give it structure, but not in the seam allowances

- I really struggled with the tension on my machine so I never sewed the satin alone. On the long, dark purple sleeves I added iron on interfacing ONLY to the seam allowance to give the seam stability so I could sew it.

- the silver piping around the collar and glued onto the front is made from a silver pleather. On one hand, this sucked to work with because my strategy involves sewing through ~10 layers of it at least, which is very hard(thimble needed). BUT, If you don't use silver pleather, I'd say your silver fabric MUST NOT FRAY for you to use the techniques I used.

STEPS TO CONSTRUCT (~30-40 hours).

You definitely need to make a mock-up unless you are very experienced. I made about 4-6 (would alter one sleeve but not bother changing the other, etc).

1. Cut all pieces except for facings, black boarder, and floaty sleeves out of purple satin.

2. Cut cotton support fabric for the following pieces - back, red, gussets, side facings (4 total)

4. Cut black boarder/facing (4 total).

3. Cut and iron on interfacing - center of collar, red (not seam allowance), orange (not seam allowance), tiny sleeve (not seam alloance), black boarder/facing- only needed on the outside ones(not seam allowance). Interfacing for the side facings. If you have issues with sewing the satin, also iron on interfacing on the seam allowances, and add it to purple satin that is alone (the long sleeves).

4. Baste all underlining fabric to the purple satin by hand (back, sleeve gusset, red).

5. Stay stitch in the seam allowance all pieces

6. Zigzag stitch all pieces.

7. Lay the lilac side facing on top of the right side of front orange piece, interfacing of the facing touching the right side of the fabric. Sew together along the inner curve. Notch the seam allowance here so it can bend easier. Flip facing to the wrong side of the garment. Iron flat. Pull the notches to the facing side and understitch. Iron again. Sew the top and bottom of the facing edges into the seam allowance of the side seam of the garment and the hem of the garment so they don't flop as much. Do the same thing on the the second orange piece (mirrored). Then do this twice, once for each side curve on the back piece.

8. Yayyy now it's time to attach the black edge. Choose your prettiest of the two of each mirrored piece to be the outside ones. Hem the longer edge of all 4 black facing pieces. Lay the facing, right side facing up, on top of the right side of the orange piece along the front hem. Sew directly on top of your hemming stitches so it is attached about an inch in. Try to not go out of the hem stitches at all. Then, lay a second facing on TOP of the facing u just sewed, wrong side facing up. Sew along the edge through all three layers. Notch this seam. Flip the top facing to the inside of the garment and iron flat. Understitch the inside facing. Iron again. Sew along the black facings inside the seam allowance of the top edge of the orange piece. Below are my notes to myself about this if they would help you LMFAO.

9. U can hem the orange piece now if you want to, I chose to not bc there is sooo much more stuff to do!!

10. Hand baste the red piece to your completed/with facings orange piece along the bottom edge of the red piece/top of orange. You're gonna have to rip this out later but you need to add the collar and measure the length of the piping that will go here and it needs to be attached to do this.

11. attach the back of the top at the shoulder seam. you can also pin or baste the side seams now under the arm hole but note that the size will be really different here with the sleeve gores later added. this turns it into a vest yayy its taking shape

12. iron all the seams u got going on

13. Hem the interior edge of the red pieces so that the collar can attach over it. Use a basting stitch bc you're going to have to undo part of this later 🙃

13. make the collar. tbh I'd recommend watching a tutorial for this, it is pretty similar to any men's dress shirt, especially a mandarin collar. sew the collar along the neckline of the garment.

14. Measure from the side seam under the arm, along the hem of red all along the back collar, to the other side seam under the other arm to see how long your piping needs to be. You can make it a bit longer than it needs to be. i chose to use piping because I couldn't find a silver cord that resembled this detail going around the collar of his shirt, and this seemed like the best solution. It would be far easier to use a silver cord if you can find it tho :). If you found cord that you liked, you could simply sew red to orange directly.

15. make the piping! This whole part is the worst part of the whole garment. You should have a thimble and strong handsewing needles. And probably pliers to pull the needle through. I cut long strips 4 of the silver pleather and bought 2 mm wide nylon cord. I then folded the strip around the cord and handsewed really close to the cord with white thread. You could machiene sew this but personally I found that it wasn't "tight" enough to the cord for me. Two of the piping strips you should cut most of the seam allowance off, the other two should be a normal amount of seam allowance on the piping.

16. Line up your 4 piping strips into a stack and measure across them to determine their width. You next want to create the ILLUSION of more piping. The way I did this was I took a wider strip of silver, the width of the 4 piping strips + one hypothetical extra piping on the top and one on the bottom and cut a strip this wide + lots of extra seam allowance that was about the length of the shirt collar. Then, I hemmed it deeply, so my hem stitches would be close to the center of the strip. There's NO cord in this piece. Then, I hand sewed this flat piece to the collar of the shirt.

17. Next, I bent my piping strips in half and marked the center points on each with a pin. I took one with long seam allowance and laid it flat so the seam allowance lay facing right, and then laid the other piping with seam allowance overlapping the previous piping facing left. Then the piping with very small seam allowance goes on top of this. Diagram crossection below, with the circles representing the cord of the piping, and = representing the orientation of the seam allowance.

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In this way, the piping can be sewn into a continuous strip that is sturdy, without the seam allowance showing. I handsewed the piping pieces together, working from the center, for about 5 inches of length, snaking sideways through the cording of the piping with white thread so it's joined into one continuous strip. Then, I began to handsew this piping to the collar on top of the silver flat fake piping that u already sewed there. Make sure the center of the piping goes to the center of the collar. From there, you alternate handsewing the piping to itself into one continuous strip, and then handsewing it to the collar.

18. As you work, you're going to have to sew it along the edge of the red piece once you're done with the collar. You can initially sew it to the hem that you established before on the red piece. However, when the red piece meets the orange piece (at the black fabric) you need to undo the hem of the red piece there and cut a slit in the fabric (visible below). This is because the hem of the red piece now needs to hang down and attach to the orange piece, so you need the material. Your piping here will go between the red and orange pieces. You also need to cut your basting stitches here so u can sew it for real. You should gradually and evenly spaced - end each line of piping along the top of the orange, so that by the time you're at the armhole, only one piping line is remaining. I chose the bottom silver line on the collar to be my longest piping strip, as this matches (more) of the reference photos). Rather than sew through all 12- 14 layers (...) I found it easier to do a stairstep method. I sewed my first piping strip to the red, then I sewed my second piping to the first piping(but NOT to the red), my third piping to the second, my fourth to the third, and my orange piece to the fourth. Throw in some stitches that bridge more layers as a failsafe and be diligent here bc the structure of the garment depends on it lol.

19. Fantastic ! U made it through the hardest part! Hem the long purple sleeves. Gather the top of the floaty sleeves. Sew the inner seams of the floaty sleeves. Sew the inner seams of the 2 long sleeves together. Leave the length of the V of the gusset unsewed at the top of the sleeve seam. Hem the edge of your tiny sleeves (yellow).

Now you need to attach the sleeves. I sewedthe gauze to half the gusset by hand first. Next I handsewed the gusset to both the long sleeve and the floaty sleeves, leaving the other V half of it unattached to later put into the side seam under the arm. Next I pinned all three sleeves into the armhole of the top. Tbh ... The size of the armhole seemed wrong so I needed to pleat the top of the of the long sleeve to make it fit (😐). Then I handsewed all three sleeves on each side into the arm hole, and then sewed the gusset into the side of the garment, and then finished the side of the top's seam (where the side facings meet) by hand too. I think it'd be possible to do this by machiene but with all the layers, gathering, and difficult corners from the gusset, it was way easier to handsew it imo. Now do the other sleeve wow so fun

20. Get a silver ribbon /string and handsew the sleeve decorations in place. I've found that piercing the silver cord tends to make it get ugly and split so instead I sewed the ends down and then went around the cord like belt with belt loops. Leave a tiny amount of give here so it doesn't strangle ur arm. Try and make the other sleeve the same lol.

21. Cut EVA foam (very thin mm foam) into LONG strip for the vertical silver detailing. Handsew the Eva foam to your top where the silver detailing is. Honestly I might wait to do this until your belt is done bc the position of the bottom half of these lines depends on where your belt sits. But, the purpose of the Eva foam is that it provides a solid base for your silver fabric to glue to that will bend with the garment well and the glue won't stiffen or distort your fabric. Afterwards you'll glue it to the foam with contact cement or fabric glue (needs to be able to flex).

22. Personally I sewed snaps that connect to the chest harness on the inner black boarder because 1) this allows a bit of the weight of the harness to be taken off of your neck/collar, and 2) allows your top to be held closer to your body (lower chance of flashing people). Make sure to only sew them to the interior black facing, not showing to the other side. I also sewed tacking stiches through the interior facing (hidden in the hem stitching) to hold the interior black facing down. My harness was waistband elastic, stabilized with cotton so it's not stretchy, with velcro attaching to itself through the ring. So each side of the harness at the ring is velcro folded back onto itself after being looked through the ring.

23. I also sewed the snap crotch thing to it. You need to wear the top and the body suit and have someone pin the top so that it's pulled somewhat taut by the bodysuit. The small section between the left and right side of the top (by the bellybutton) of the waistband of the bodysuit I stabilized with cotton again because you don't want that part getting stretched out and widening over time. If you're someone who maybe doesn't have boobs or doesn't care about flashing people, you could just sew it to some shorts. The idea here is to keep it held down AND be able to use the bathroom later WITHOUT pulling all ur fashion tape off in the stall and then reapplying it each time.

Look here for the part two (belt/skirt explanation).

#touchstarved #touchstarved cosplay #vere #touchstarved vere #cosplay #mine #personal #ask #touchstarved game

[mannaima]

ohh man could you do something with eddie and nonconsensual cunnilingus?? like he teases you for not wanting it yet your pussy is twitching and drooling on his tongue. if you do this I owe you my life 🙏

new girl in town

Summary: you’re a newbie to school and you want something to ease your stress, Eddie has a few things in mind.

Pairing: Dark! Eddie Munson x fem! Reader

WC: 3K

Warnings: Noncon, kinda ooc Eddie, coercion, drugging (eddie gets you high to make u vulnerable)

notes: Hi guys!! im gonna try to post everyday, maybe not long-ish fics like this and homesick, but ill try to post some drabbles, inbox is open!!!

It didn’t feel real, one day you were with your best friends, playing in the fall leaves and watching movies, having the time of your life. Next, you were in a completely new state with no friends and a new, unfamiliar school. The nervousness of it all made you sick as you stepped into the cold building. Why did your parents have to move the last semester of your senior year, why couldn’t you just stay for a few more months. You sighed as you walked to your first period, the room number on a crumpled piece of paper you had gotten the day prior, you just had to start immediately, you had barely even moved in fully. You had walked in the classroom, your history class to be specific, and saw everyone conversing and looking entertained. The thought of them thinking you were strange put anxiety on your shoulders.

“Excuse me miss, are you the new student?” You had turned to face the teacher, who was speaking to you softly. Once you nodded, he smiled and told you to sit in the back right, right by the windows, to which you thanked him and began to walk. You were thankful he didn’t make you introduce yourself to the class, that would’ve caused an extra wave of anxiety to wash over you. The bell rang and you shakily brought out your notebook. You just wanted to be home right now.

A body slipped in the chair right next to you, and he locked his eyes onto your figure. He looked friendly enough, but he was slightly off putting. Maybe it was the messy long hair, the t-shirt with a devil man on it, or the tattoos around his arms, you hadn’t seen anybody like him before. You gave a small smile and a wave before you turned back to pay attention to the lecturing teacher. Out of the corner of your eye, though, you could sense him staring at you still. 

“I don’t recognize you. Are you new?“ his voice was excited, which you thought was sweet, maybe he was just a friendly guy overall.

“U-Uh yeah. I just moved here. A f-few days ago.” You said in a whispered tone, not wanting the teacher to make a bad impression. He smiled and slouched back in his seat, fiddling with his pencil.

“Thought so. You seem out of place.” Oh great, that eased your anxiety by sooo much. Your faces morphed into an expression of cringe almost.

“Well, not like that. Just, you seem very stressed. Don’t worry, I don’t bite, but that doesn’t mean you can trust any old person in Hawkins. Us outsiders gotta stick together, yeah?” His tone made it seem sweet, but it felt slightly insulting to be called an outsider, but it was the cold truth. You had an awkward smile and nodded, turning to listen to the lecture.

He didn’t bother you for the rest of the class.

———

The next few classes weren’t as eventful as the first, everyone pretty much ignored you. You didn’t blame them, you were anxiety ridden and everyone had their own cliques by now, hell it was already January. But the next class you dreaded most wasn’t even a class, rather, it was lunch period. You walked in, opting to grab some soda from the vending machine rather than eat the school food. You didn’t want to feel more sick than you already did.

“Hey, you, new girl!” A voice screamed at you from across the lunch room, which made a few heads turn, but nothing to make you the center of attention. You looked in the direction of the sound to see the boy from your history class. 

“Come sit with us!!!” You winced, you didn’t want to sit with him, you wanted to be alone and mourn the loss of your friends, but this could be an opportunity to make some new ones. You could wallow in sadness forever. So you hit your tongue and walked to the group of mostly boys in the lunchroom, and Eddie scooted to the side, patting the seat next to him.

“I didn’t get your name. I'm Eddie by the way, President of the Hellfire Club, aka the best club on campus!” This caused chuckles from the boys and a punch to the shoulder from the guy sitting next to him. After introducing yourself, Eddie began talking about something called DnD. You were confused, but you listened as you stared at your drink, taking a sip every couple minutes. He tried to make you feel comfortable, even putting his arm around you while asking you a question about your classes, but you still felt tense.

“Hey, how about me and you hang out after school? I can get in more depth about this town, even drive you around. Meet me at the front of the school. Sounds good?” He got super close for this, making sure it was a  personal invitation for you and him only. You felt your cheeks redden from the distance between you two before you nodded. He smiled and patted you on the back, before continuing to talk about dungeons and creatures to his friends.

You couldn’t wait.

———

You waited where he said, watching all the students leave the school, laughing and giggling, having fun. You have a small smile, it reminds you of your friends. You wish you could make friends already, but you have to put a little time and effort into it.

“Hey Y/N!” You turned to see Eddie walking to you, a smile on his face, to which you returned the favor.

“Hi Eddie.” You felt slightly shy around him, he was practically a stranger still.

“Let’s get into my car, I’ll take you someplace cool!” You nodded and he began to lead you to his vehicle. Once you arrived, he opened the door for you, which made you smile at his manners. As you sat down, his door slammed shut, key already in the ignition.

“Alright, so I can tell you got a lot of anxiety on ya. Well I got just the cure for that.” He reached into his pocket, fishing around for a bit and held out a baggie of weed. Your eyes widened a bit, shocked at his nonchalant nature of just bringing out drugs.

“W-woah. Drugs? I-im not sure if that’s right-“

“It’s not drugs, it’s just weed! It’ll help you feel relaxed, it’s indica.”

“Well, weed is a drug. Besides, I’ve never smoked, what if I overdose or something?” He just responded with a laugh, smacking the steering wheel as he began to back up to leave the school parking lot.

“Don’t worry, I’m gonna take you to my place to try it out. I’ve smoked more times than I care to count, so I’ll take care of you. Then we can drive around town, deal?” He seemed like he knew what he was doing, but you were still slightly worried, you didn’t want to get in trouble or anything.

———

The drive was short lived, you arrived at a trailer park and your anxiety wasn’t eased. You knew there was nothing wrong with living in a trailer home, but you hoped the inside looked better than the outside.

“Home sweet home! You can put your backpack anywhere, I'm gonna go get the stuff.” As he opened the door and let you inside, you were sorta relieved that it wasn’t completely disgusting inside. It seemed lived in, which was nice and comforting. Eddie had come back very quickly and brought back some small metal tray and some thin papers. You watched as he took a seat by the kitchen and began to crush the weed and stuff it inside the thin papers. Staying silent the entire time, you didn’t want to bother him and break his concentration.

“Alright, you’re gonna follow me ok? Just put it to your lips, take a medium breath and let it fill your lungs, keep them very open, yeah?” He took a breath in of the lit joint to show you how it’s done, he held his breath for a few seconds before he let out a cloud of smoke. He handed the weed to you, making you nervously pick it up.

“Alright, don’t worry, it’s normal to be nervous your first time! Just do what I did, breathe deep.” You followed his instructions, but as soon as the smoke hit your throat, you began a fit of coughing, causing him to laugh with you as you pulled the joint away from you. Your eyes began to well with tears as you coughed and coughed, the pain making you dizzy.

“Oh I remember the days I used to react to weed like that. It’s alright, everyone coughs like crazy the first time. Keep trying.” He pushed the blunt back to you, to which you hesitantly took another hit off, you coughed again, but not as much as the first time.

“Keep going, that’s not nearly enough to get you high.” Unbeknownst to you, he was lying off his ass. He made sure he used his strongest strain of Indica, a few puffs got him higher than a kite, so the amount you took was plenty. But he saw the way your jeans hugged your hips as you walked in the halls, or the way you looked so innocent and sad. He knew you were vulnerable, you were alone in a new town, no friends except your parents, and you shook like a wet dog constantly. He knew he could make you into his personal little play thing, you were just too cute to pass up.

After lots of hits, you felt all the weed hit you at once. You started thinking too hard about the feeling of your pants against your skin, the way Eddie’s shirt was detailed, you just kept staring at the things in front of you. You didn’t even notice how long you were zoning out for, because Eddie had been shaking you.

“Y/N? Are you ok?” He was on his knees, as you were both on the floor now. You looked up at him and licked your lips, your mouth dry as a desert.

“I-I think I’m high.” Your voice sounded like it came out of a different person, but you knew it was you. You didn’t feel good, everything felt like an echo, unreal. But you started to feel a little better as the seconds went on, the tension in your shoulders and back made you relax a little, and your eyes drooped low.

“Do you feel good?” He began to rub your back as you nodded, you felt so relaxed you could sleep right then and there. He giggled and got up, which left you alone with your thoughts.

Why were you so nervous about coming here? This was great! You already made a friend, and he has a whole friend group you could interact with. The first day, he felt close enough to you to invite you to his house and show you weed, he’s even gonna show you the town! Your mind analyzed your anxiety and feelings, while Eddie was getting you a glass of water.

“Here, this should help with the dry mouth you’re probably experiencing.” He handed you a glass, which made the already giant smile on your face even bigger, in reality you looked a little silly, but to him you looked so adorable. He needed to take his chance before your high ended.

“C’mere cute stuff, let’s go to my room, you can lay in my bed, we can listen to some music, it’ll make you feel good.” You nodded as you sipped on the drink, his arms lifting you up and you giggled into the water, everything seemed funny to you. He led you into his room, but to you, you were there in a blink of an eye. You lay on the bed, which felt like the most comfy thing in the world to you, like you were constantly sinking in. You were just giggling to yourself, and he watched you on the other side. Your eyes suddenly shifted to him and you turned your whole body to face him.

“This feels good hehe, thank you for giving it to me.” Your words slipped off your tongue, and it was a little hard to speak, but he nodded and looked into your eyes very deeply. Your gaze never left his before he let out a small curse and got on top of you as you blinked. You stared at him before he leaned over to kiss you, his tongue slipping in your dry mouth as you slowly shut your eyes. His crotch was digging into yours, it felt weird, not in a bad way, but you weren’t ready for this.

“Mmm, I don’t let any pretty girl smoke my shit for free, you know that? Pretty girls like you still have to pay.” You tilted your head a little and you giggled.

“I have five dollars in my bag.” He laughed and leaned into your neck, breathing in your perfume.

“I think I know another way you could pay.” Another blink, and he was over your crotch, face pressed against your jeans as he breathed in deeply, which you found a little odd. Another blink, and your pants and panties were off, the cold air hitting your Pusey directly, which made you wince.

“It feels so good to orgasm when you're high, you know that? Your body is so sensitive, it’s gonna feel amazing.” He started to lick your clit, and you immediately closed your eyes and arched your back, a long moan leaving your lips. It felt like pure ecstasy, you couldn’t handle it. His licks became frequent until he began to suck on your clit. You were almost paralyzed, you couldn’t move due to the pure pleasure. He had used some spit to slowly finger you, which sent you over the edge. Despite the dryness in your mouth, you had a dribble of drool leaving your lips as your mind was caught in pure bliss. His lips were enclosed around your lips, your clit being suckled on, making a mess of you. 

The loss of sensation was followed by his voice. “Feels good baby?” You nodded, but something felt off. Your pleasure was suddenly non-existent, even though his lips were still on you. You felt dread, sickness, and embarrassment. Your brain had thought too hard and you felt disgusted with yourself. This man was a stranger no more than a day ago, you had let yourself succumb to pleasure and become a whore. You hated this feeling now, and began to shake your head as tears spilled.

“E-Eddie. Stop it. I don’t wanna…” You tried to move your hands, but they felt so heavy that you did nothing but stare at the ceiling and whine.

“Whattt? Now you don’t like this? Just seconds ago, you were addicted to the feeling of my lips on your pretty pussy. Listen how wet you sound…” His single finger became two as it thrusted inside your pussy, making you wince and moan at the sensation. It was all too powerful, you didn’t like it, it made you overwhelmed.

“N-no. I don’t wanna anymore… Please stoppp.” Your words were slurred, your tongue was heavy in your mouth, like you were going to swallow it by accident at any second.

“C’mon sweetheart. Let me finish, then we can take a little nap, you’d like that, won’t you?” You didn’t know what you wanted anymore, you just wanted to go back home, for him to stop, for this high to stop. His tongue continued to give you the confusing pleasure, his fingers adding on to it. He gave his own moans, he seemed to be enjoying this very heavily. 

“Look at you, acting like a slut, you just couldn’t stop teasing me. You’re such a cutie.” The abuse on your clit was teeth clenching and toe curling, you’ve never felt pleasure like this in your entire life.

“For someone who wants this to stop, your pussy is so wet, you’re twitching all over me.” You were so confused, your brain telling you this was wrong and that you’re a whore for letting a man do this to you. But for something so wrong, it felt so good. You didn’t even notice how loud your moans were before you suddenly squirmed and screamed. Your pussy was clenching around his fingers, and your eyes rolling to the back of your skull. You were riding out your orgasm as Eddie continued to eat you out, his pace even quickening. 

As you rode down the long lasting orgasm, you began to feel overstimulated with Eddie on top of you, he wouldn’t stop his pleasure. You begged him to stop, your pussy twitching, and after a minute (a lifetime to you) he finally pulled away with a smirk.

“Acting like such a slut, you wanted this, you little tease.” He slung his arm over you, your wet pussy still on display, but he covered the both of you with his blanket, which made you more tired than you already felt with the high and the orgasm.

“You belong to me, only I'm allowed to make you feel that way. Let’s sleep now sweetheart.” He cuddled up next to you, making you a small spoon. You felt very conflicted, you couldn’t believe this was happening. Eddie was sweet, he tried his best to make you feel welcome, but it all felt too much. You felt dirty, used, but then again, you were the only one receiving pleasure. He even called you a tease, were you too nice to him? Did you lead him on? You shook your head, before you yawned and began to fall asleep, letting all your worries leave you for a short lived coma.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #dark! eddie munson x reader #dark eddie munson x reader #stranger things x reader #tw noncon #stranger things #eddie munson smut

[venus-lou]

Pluto’s help - 141 x f!Reader

Warning: horrible grammar, no plot

Word count: ~650

A/N: This is my first little blurb. I recently lost my job and decided to write a little something. I haven’t really done anything like this lately, art/writing block has been with me for a few years. Hopefully this isn’t to bad.

“Look Kat, I already told you. I am not joining Task force 141. You know I work alone, so I don’t know why you’re pushing this.” Sighing as you leaned back in your chair. You just finished a black op down in Ireland to tie loose ends that the ARW doesn’t want in the books. The safe house was only 8 klicks south of your current location, however the cut running down your leg and the bullet wound on your shoulder was making the hike excruciatingly slow.

The last thing you expected at the safe house was Laswell ushering you in and patching you up. “Look I don’t care if you hate 141 but we need you on this. Shadow Company, General Shepherd went black and I got 141 and Los Vaqueros out in Las Almas in guerrilla warfare.”

You took a deep breath, putting your boots back on. “When do I leave, debrief on the bird?”

“Watcher-1 to Bravo 0-9, you in position?” Laswell’s voice coming through your ear piece. After the debrief, you were to meet with Sergeant Rodolfo at the Vaqueros safe house where Ghost and Soap would be at.

“Nearly there.” Once you landed in Las Almas, it was strangely quiet. Houses and streets empty beside lifeless bodies of residents littering the streets. Threading your way to the safe house, luckily you had no encounter with Grave’s shadows, probably near the center of the city on a man hunt for Ghost and Soap.

“Bravo 0-9 to Watcher-1 going dark. Arrived at location” After hearing Laswell’s afrim, you switch off your radio. Slowly walking toward the door, gun raised prepared for any outlier that might be inside. Looking down you tilt your head to the side, noticing a pressure plate at the doorstep.

“Hmm Colonel Vargas smart man” looking around you notice a window nearby. Taking the knife from your holster, looking for any movement inside “Sergeant Major Parra? Pluto aquí. Laswell me envió”. You made yourself known in broken Spanish, hoping to find someone here. Laswell better have not sent me to a dead end. You thought as Major Parra looked at you from the shadows.

Sighing at the silence you received, you started switching between channels on your radio trying to reach one of the 141 out there.

“Bravo 0-9 to Ghost. This Pluto here to help.” You repeated between channels switching between Ghost and Soap. After a few tries you got nothing but static back, looking around you notice a shadow hiding behind a pillar. Before they can move you quickly throw the knife in your hand lodging it in the wooded post in front of them.

“Pluto? What kinda name is that?” Rodolfo finally came out the shadows approaching you. “Good throw. Call me Rudy” Sighing as you take back your knife “Thanks, I’m sure Laswell filled you in. I’m Pluto, what’s the current situation?

After Rudy explained everything from Graves to Alejandro and the rest of Los Vaqueros being locked in their own compound. You’re currently sitting on a crate cleaning your knife waiting for Ghost and Soap.

Your ear perked up after hearing some ruffling outside, turning to Rudy you both nodded and headed for cover in the shadows. Looking through your scope you notice a skull mask in the window and before you knew it, a knife lodged itself in the wood next to you.

“Ghost? Soap?” The skull mask quickly turned to the left looking at Rudy. You can see the tension in his shoulder loosen a bit. “Rudy. Glad to see you mate.”

Handing the knife back to Ghost “Not a nice gesture for your rescue now is it?”

“Pluto finally joined us huh?” Ghost stared at you for a while before turning to Rudy.

#cod mw2 x reader #cod mw2 #141 x reader #task force 141 #call of duty

[russett-pots]

Dancer-Noona

Choi Yujin

Words: 0.3+k

Tags: Sweat, Armpits, Dancing

“3…2…1…okay.” The dance instructor looks at the clock and then turns to the class. “ That’s all for today.”

But then there is your panting, exhausted from this session. You have tried to join the dance club for once. It is always been a passion f yours ever since you look at those K-pops performing so effortlessly. It’s something that you thought you can do but so far you are dead tired.

Your hands rest on your thighs while you stand and catch your breath. Suddenly a tap on your shoulder surprises you.

“Hey, are you the new kid?”

You look up. It’s Choi Yujin, the ace of the class.

“Ah yes, sunbaenim.” You quickly straighten yourself.

She chuckles for a second. “At ease.” She tilts her head. “I told this to the others but I don’t like me called sunbae. Just call me noona.”

“Okay, noona?”

She laughs again and comes back to a calmer manner. “Look, I saw you having trouble with the cheoro. What help?”

“What?! No!”

“Don’t be embarrassed about it! It’s going to be quick, trust me.” She pulls you to the center after everyone has already left. “Come one, right hand then left together….”

She goes on dancing the piece flawlessly like the is one of the K-pop idols that you have been watching.

“Easy!”

“Uhhhh. I’ll try.” You try to copy her moves but you still mess up as you have always done.

Yujin quickly notices your mistakes and slowly shows the dance. You copy her. One by one Yujin successfully demonstrates and teaches you the dance steps. It was hard at first but now you are getting the rhythm and the moves.

“Yeah! Yeah! That’s it!” Yujin praises you. “See you are doing it!”

Once the music stops, you are at the ending pose and your heavy breaths start to subside. “Thanks, noona.” You say first still looking in the mirror but turn around and bow to her and thank her once again.

“Anyway, it is getting late.” Yujin streches her arms high.

You suddenly get aroused from your small armpit kink but get turned away when Yujin puts down her arms.

“Thanks again, noona.”

“No problem, I’m kinda hungry. Wanna get some subway?”

“Sure! I heard they got this new Chicken Mala sub. I have always wanted to try that.”

#kpop fluff #kep1er fluff #choi yujin #yujin fluff

[lullaebies]

It's kinda funny how some of Aemond's fans are so desperate for helaena to be made as a plot device to give some character development points to aemond lmao as if she doesn't deserve to be her own character rather than a tool to justify why aemond burned the riverland population, somehow the Riverlands apearantly are at fault of what happend to helaena at the hand of her uncle . some people need to accept that they are stanning a dark violent character and move on

I think they are rooting for a corruption arc through Helaena rather than actual justification, but I feel you anon - to me at the very least it does not read all that good either. Most things can be done well but I feel this is unnecessary when really - Jaehaerys, Aemond's nephew, who got beheaded inadvertedly because of Aemond, is literally there and deserved to be mourned and have impact because he's a BEHEADED CHILD. Frankly he deserves it more because while Jaehaerys's character centers around B&C, he deserves to at LEAST have an effect on his family members, and by that I mean all of them. It's a very complex situation, the family would be broken up to pieces if done right.

Helaena deserves and needs to have her own character moments in S2, as S1 did not do her justice at all. Whatever route they go, I want her feelings to be visceral and meaningful, and not just a side thought for any of her brothers to change and develop from. Character relationships move characters forward, of course, but what I am saying and I think you'll agree with me, is that Helaena deserves to also have her feelings and experiences focused on her and be meaningful to her as a standalone character as well.

#answered #hotd critical #i will die on the jaehaerys needs to have impact hill

[nonbigalmari]

[The following is a transcript of a dream had by me (Mari Diaz) on Tuesday, February 20th at 1:30 AM written in third person.]

[Mari’s eyes open just after they feel a cool breeze move past, they look around cautiously at the very unfamiliar surroundings. They appear to be standing dead center on some train tracks, not a soul in sight. There is some fog, and it looks to be midnight. They jump as a cold hand is placed on their shoulder.]

??: Boo.

[Mari screams before falling to the ground, a loud thud as they instantly grab their head having hit the edge of the tracks.]

Ma: OW. ALSO WHAT THE FUCK DUDE!

??: Hm? Do you not like the setting? I thought it was pretty peaceful.

Ma: I like the setting. It's nice. Better than the bloody pizzaria. I DON'T LIKE THAT YOU JUMPSCARED ME!

??: You’ll survive. Do you need a hand?

Ma: Please?

[E reaches his hand out, pulling Mari to their feet.]

??: Walk with me, I have something I’ve been wanting to talk to you about.

Ma: If this is about my job, I don't wanna hear about the rabbit.

??: Oh, trust me. I’ve already given up on that. You’re more stubborn than I was.

Ma: Is that an insult or?

??: Your choice.

Ma: Fair enough, anyway what's up?… y'know, I'd like to get sleep without being spooked by ghosts.

[The man waves Mari along, and starts walking down the tracks.]

??: Mari, you’re an idiot.

Ma: How so? Also you're in my head. So like… Kinda pointless to call me an idiot when you're asking me to talk with you and stuff.

??: “How so?” Are you kidding? You almost got shot the other day, had I not stepped in, you would’ve been joining me in whatever situation I’ve gotten myself caught in.

Ma: Unlikely. I don't… Really have any reason to stay post death so… Anyway, what's your point?

??: [Muttered.] You’d be surprised. [Regular volume.] I have a proposition.

Ma: Ok..?

??: I think that it would be beneficial for both of us if we made an agreement. I can possess you whenever, and… you can ask me anything, and I will answer truthfully.

Ma: Doesn't that seem kinda… I dunno. Unfair? What's stopping you from just living in my body?

??: You really think that low of me? For shame. This agreement is better on your end, anyway.

Ma: Clarify how me getting possessed whenever in return for info is better for me?

??: Think of it like this, I can prevent you from getting killed, and you get information. That’s two advantages!

Ma: But also. There's nothing stopping you from just… lying to me in order to get a human body. We were literally at each other's throats a few days ago. Also, you do kinda tend to be an ass to me, alot.

??: I’m a man of my word, and that’s just how I am. You don’t have to return fire, and yet.

Ma: I want three terms to be met if we're doing this. Because I doubt I can really say no.

??: Of course.

Ma: One, no getting involved in shit that will lead to injury or death.

??: That’s fair, yes. I will try my absolute hardest.

Ma: Two, no harming my friends, if I need to make a list of people I consider friend I will.

??: Does that list include Ness?

Ma: … No harming people I consider a friend AND Ness, I get too many calls from Sarah already.

??: Consider it done.

[E hops onto one of the metal pieces of the track, and stays balanced as the two continue to walk.]

Ma: And three, no bullshit that will change my life drastically. No spending all my money, or selling my house, or getting me fired. Shit like that?

??: I wouldn’t dare to dream of it.

Ma: It is so hard to tell if you’re genuine or not.

??: [Turning his head to make eye contact, smiling.] Do I look like a liar?

Ma: Depends. Some liars wear smiles dude.

[He turns away and throws his head back, laughing. The usually hidden small holes in his cheeks show off his teeth. They look… sharper than they should be. Mari blinks, and they lose their points. It’s as if they were never like that to begin with.]

Ma: What are you laughing about?

??: Don’t worry about it, you wouldn’t get it anyway. Now… are there any other things you need to add?

Ma: One thing. Less of a term, more of a request.

??: I’m listening.

Ma: You know how to fight? like properly.

??: [A scoff.] Of course I do, I didn’t knock those two men out with the power of friendship.

Ma: Teach me how to fight. Just in case… Please?

??: Well! If you’re sure, then consider it done.

Ma: Why did you say it like that?

??: What do you mean?

Ma: “Well! if you're sure.” What do you mean if I'm sure?

??: I’m not too good at teaching, is all.

Ma: Well, you're probably better than my high school gym teacher. Motherfucker had me work through dissociating my arm.

??: The bar is set very low, it seems.

Ma: Yeah. Anyway… Any terms for me? Seems only fair I guess.

??: Any extremely personal questions are off the table.

Ma: Clarify extremely personal?

??: Past relationships and my death are good starting points.

Ma: Ok, you got it. Anything else?

??: I don’t think so.

Ma: Ok… Oh wait. Can I… Make this a transcript? for tumblr?

[E looks hesitant to agree, but sighs, and nods.]

??: Yes, you can. Jenny already knows. And nobody really checks anyway.

Ma: Plus. The anons will probably only make fun of me for doing this. If they try saying shit about you… I dunno. I'll cuss them out. I'm good at that.

??: That’s very unneeded. So, that’s all? We can finalize the agreement?

Ma: Fine, I was enjoying my sleep.

[The ghost stops, and pivots to face Mari, holding his hand out.]

Ma: Huh?

??: Have you never shaken someone's hand before?

Ma: Never shaken a ghost's hand before.

??: It’s no different than a living person.

Ma: Besides the whole. Ghost thing. Besides, isn't this what demon's do in like… Everything when they take someone's soul?

??: It’s also what businessmen do to finalize deals. It’s not demons only.

[E moves his hand forward slightly more.]

Ma: So. If I shake your hand we have a deal? And if I don't?

??: Then we’ll have wasted time talking about a deal you never meant to agree to.

Ma: Fine… [Muttering.] God… Hina is probably rolling in her fucking grave watching me do this dumbshit.

[As Mari grabs his hand, the wind that was just a gentle breeze a moment before picks up speed, E’s grip on Mari’s hand tightens. His grin widens, and his teeth become sharp once again. The wind swirls around the two as the fog creeps in, whipping Mari’s hair around violently and obscuring the surrounding trees. Their eyes sting with tears from the whirlwind, blurring their vision. But through the fuzziness, they can barely make out E. He doesn’t look quite as human as he did a moment before.]

??: [Over the noise.] I promise that you won’t regret this!

[Everything comes to a halt, the wind stops, the fog creeps back, and E appears… as human as a ghost can appear once more. He takes a step back.]

Ma: … Welp… No turning back now… I just hope Jenny forgives me if they see this.

??: I’m sure she will. Now… there isn’t any turning back, but I’d do some turning left, if I were you.

Ma: Motherfucker what do you mean?

[E glances to Mari’s left as the tracks become illuminated by an oncoming train. He does a small wave to Mari as the train is mere seconds away from hitting them. Mari feels the front of the train touch their leg, before they sit up in bed abruptly.]

Ma: [Sitting in bed, scared.] E I SWEAR TO FUCK!

[End transcript.]

#fnaf ask blog #fnaf vr ask blog #fnaf vr au #original story #ask blog #transcript

[soupsspoons]

2. Welcome to Alexandria

"Who are those people," Hannah asked. As soon as she had seen the new group enter her home, she ran down the block to find Aaron.

"I found them over by the abandoned shed. They're a little on edge but I promise they won't hurt us." He tells her.

"Did they really have a baby? I don't think I've seen one since Ellie." Ellie was Mrs. Thompson's baby. She had arrived about 3 years ago and everyone immediately fell in love with the little girl. Hannah had offered to babysit her on the days when Mrs. Thompson grew too tired. She would run around the center of town with the girl, teaching her all sorts of games she had grown up with. By the time she was 4, it was apparent that Ellie was sick. She couldn't run for more than 10 minutes without needing a break, and she would wheeze with each breath she took. It wasn't the worst thing the Alexandrians had seen, especially compared to the monsters outside, so no one thought to worry. That is until Ellie found herself on the other side of the gates. No one really knows how she got out there, but most likely she had slipped through a gap in the fence, at least that's what Hannah thought. She couldn't have been gone longer than an hour before a horde of roamers found her. Hannah was only 12 when she heard Mrs. Thompson's screams, shrill and terrified, as she carried the body of her only daughter. They held a service that afternoon, clad with pink balloons someone had found at an old grocery store. Pink was Ellie's favorite color.

"Yeah, actually," Aaron responded, "She's a sweet little thing. They also came in with a boy about your age, Rick's son."

"Hmm," Hannah hummed. She could tell the boy was her age, maybe a little younger, "Which one was Rick?" She asked.

"Tall, scruffy beard, kinda scary." The Mountain Man. "Actually, I was wondering if, maybe tomorrow, you would think about giving them a tour. They might not even want it, but I figured seeing someone other than me or Eric could be nice for them. Just to help them feel a little more at home." Hannah knew Aaron's request was harmless, but after seeing how already uncomfortable the group was, she wondered if it was a good idea. She didn't want to be the one to ruin their first impressions of Alexandria. Hannah looked at the house that the group had filed into, watching wide shadows move behind the white-curtained windows. Maybe Aaron was right. Maybe seeing someone new, especially a kid, could be nice for them. Maybe she could show them that there truly is more to life than surviving.

---

Hannah could feel the splinters of the wooden basket digging into her palms. After talking to Aaron yesterday, she had gone home to find the welcome basket Deanna had given her when she first arrived. She had opened her front door, all those years ago, to find a small, picnic-type basket sitting on her porch. She looked around to see who dropped it off but was only met with Sam, who was playing with his red toy truck in the garden. When she opened the basket, there was a card laying on the top of a gray wool blanket. In the corner of the basket was a journal, two pencils-- only one of which had an eraser-- a can of sweet corn, and a can of tomato soup. Underneath the blanket, there was also a porcelain bowl and plate, along with a set of utensils. This, Hannah decided, was going to be what she based the new group's basket on.

It took her all that night to find the basket. Hannah had looked throughout the entire house, only to find it hidden at the top of the shelf in her closet. When she pulled it down, a piece of wooden weaving popped out of its place and scraped her palm, leaving a little stain of red along the basket. She quickly wiped it off and placed the basket on her dining table. First, she put in a woolen blanket, just like the one she was given. Though, it was blue, unlike hers, and somewhat softer. When Jessie, Ron's mom, heard she was planning on giving the new group a tour, she offered one of Sam's old blankets for the baby. Next, she put in some loose paper. She wanted to give them a journal but she wasn't sure how a group that big would use just one book. She had also gone to the pantry to ask Olivia if there was anything she could give to the group. She came back home with three jars of apple sauce and two cans of vegetable soup. Hannah then put in a couple of utensils and dishes from the community kitchen. Finally, on top of the pile, she placed a folded piece of paper. Across the front, it read, Welcome to Alexandria.

Now, though, as Hannah stood in front of the group's door, she felt frozen. Stupid. She wanted the group to feel at home here, she really did, but something about them was so new, so foreign to her. She breathed in the cool, Fall air and knocked on the red door. Hannah waited a moment, moving the basket from her left hand to her right, avoiding the scratch she had given herself. When no answer came, she knocked again. Hannah was sure she would know if the group had left the house, yet still, no one answered. Finally, a rattle came from the doorknob and revealed the man who had been carrying the possum. It was odd to see him without a weapon in his hand, though she had only seen him the one time. He seemed to fit better with it than without it.

Hannah stepped back when the man opened the door.

"Hm?" he grunted, looking down at her.

"Um, hi," Hannah greeted him, "I heard you guys just came in. It's, um, nice to meet you." She smiled and the man didn't answer. He continued to look at her until another person came from behind him. It was a woman this time, with short gray hair and a brown button-up. Behind her, Hannah could see other members of the group. Her eyes fell on the Mountain Man (Rick, she learned) and the cowboy, before hearing the woman speak.

"Hi, dear," she said kindly "Don't mind him. Are those for us?" Hannah liked this woman.

"Yes," she said, handing the basket to the woman, "I live just a couple houses down and I thought I'd bring some stuff over."

"That's very kind of you." The woman said, walking the basket over to a nearby table and placing it next to another, much larger, basket. She knew it didn't make sense, but Hannah felt a sort of jealousy that someone had gotten to the group before she did.

When the woman came back to the door, Hannah said, "Actually, um, Aaron, the man who brought you in, asked if I would give you guys a tour. Just to, you know, show you around a bit, tell you what the best places are," she chuckled to herself, trying to lighten the tension, "Only if you want, of course. I just thought it might be nice."

"Nah, we're good." The man said quickly, his voice thick with an accent, readying to close the door.

"Actually," The woman interrupted, looking at the man, "I think that's a good idea. I would love to get to know our new home." She grinned at Hannah, who couldn't help but smile back. "Would anyone like to go on a tour with me?" The woman called to the people behind her. A boy she hadn't seen yet, likely older than the cowboy, looked up and offered his hand. There was also a couple who stood and came up behind Carol, followed by a younger woman. "Carl, why don't you join them." The Mountain Man said. The cowboy moved from his place in the corner, his face still unamused with the situation. She could tell he didn't want to go, and still, after looking at his dad, he made his way beside the woman

Carl; a very fitting name for a cowboy

#the walking dead #twd #twd fanfiction #carl grimes #carl grimes x oc #rick grimes #daryl dixon #carol petelier #meet cute #enemies to friends to lovers #cowboy #soupsspoons #tour guide

[rollercoasterwords]

ok look i have a lot of thoughts abt the way i see lesbians discussed in the marauders fandom BUT for tonight the thoughts that have been toppling like dominoes in my head are mostly centered around this idea of "representation" bc like. ok. scrolling back up here and putting a cut halfway through writing this bc it got long (of course. once again. i need to just accept that i am incapable of being concise at this point).

so i talked abt this a while back somewhere on my silly little tumblr blog and i'm gonna refrain from getting too deep into it rn but just generally just like overall i've noticed this like...specific tone in which people discuss wlw marauders fanfic as though writing about lesbian couples (as opposed to writing about gay couples) holds some sort of like...inherent moral worth? like people will say "ugh we need more lesbian fanfic!!" and like shout about how there is so little wlw fic because of sexism as though tweeting repeatedly about how you just wish there were more good lesbian fics but the only good fics out there are about men because of sexism is like...activism. which. ok. already talked about it NOT getting into it tonight just. the point i'm trying to make here is that i see this general attitude in the marauders fandom where people act like writing lesbian fanfiction is Inherently Morally Superior.

and like. usually when i see those takes i just kinda roll my eyes and move on, because like...i know the people spreading that rhetoric are well-intentioned, and at the end of the day it's fanfiction, it's not that serious, etc. etc. BUT i have sort of...started to notice that attitude bleeding over into some of the responses i've gotten to my writing, mainly from people who say stuff along the lines of, "thank you so much for providing lesbian/sapphic/wlw representation". and those responses have always sort of made me pause and scrunch my nose and go huh. like...you're....welcome? i guess?

and i wanna clarify here--i'm not, like, upset about people saying that to me, and in fact i'm grateful for the kind words, because i understand that the intention behind them is to say "your writing connected with me; i saw pieces of my own experience in your writing; thank you for sharing something that resonated with me in that way." y'know?

but representation. i'm stuck on the word "representation." and it always makes me pause because it's just like. i'm not netflix? y'know? like i didn't write my stories to...represent anyone? i'm just. a lesbian. writing about lesbians. and sometimes not writing about lesbians. y'know?

and the thing that clicked for me tonight about why i think this kind of response throws me off a little is that it's centering an audience. like...i kind of think that conversations about representation are inherently tied to a consumer economy, because they operate on the assumption that the art you're engaging with has been created for an audience--an audience that wants to see themselves in it, meaning there are standards for representation that you should expect and critique. and i think any time the purpose of art starts to orbit around an audience, it starts to sort of...become a product.

and that throws me off! because i'm not writing fanfiction for an audience. i'm not writing it for anyone, really, except myself. in fact, if i find myself thinking too much about my ~readers~, i purposely take a step back and force myself to re-evaluate what i'm writing and why i'm writing it. because for me, the value in writing fanfiction comes from just the simple joy of creating a story that i want to create, and then being able to read that story back to myself. and i only ever started posting on ao3 because i figured "might as well, maybe someone else'll get a kick out of this." and while i value the community that i've found through sharing my writing, that doesn't mean that i want an audience. i've talked about the difference between those two things a lot on this blog, so hopefully u guys get what i mean by that if you've been hanging around my blog for a minute.

anyway, i honestly think this is just like...a perfect example of the insidious ways in which fanfiction getting sucked further and further into a consumer economy alters the ways we engage with it, without even realizing. because like i said, i understand the intention behind the words "thank you for providing representation"--the intention is to say "i connected with this; thank you for sharing something where i could see myself." but if we're growing more and more used to only engaging with media and art through the framework of creator/audience, then we miss out on emphasizing that connection, and instead we end up thanking each other in a way that feels almost transactional, as though we've been provided a service. like...yeah. i've connected the dots. i think that's it.

anyway at the end of the day it's just like...it doesn't really make sense to me to act as though there is some moral obligation or necessity to call for specific types of representations in fanfiction. if there's a story you want to write, you can write it. that's what fanfiction is. but i think a lot of this rhetoric that sort of moralizes the act of Writing About Lesbians runs the risk of insidiously tying fanfiction into a consumer economy, simply because it's engaging with fanfiction as though it's like...content or a product, y'know? and that makes me wary. so. yeah. that's one of the things i've been Pondering tonight i suppose!

#ranting and raving #i think i'm just gonna start tagging all my essays with that now #maybe i'll go back and retroactively tag the other essays i've posted but that just seems like too much work atm #txt