#i want to read more of her works because phew !!

[badaseyebags]

private lessons ⋆｡°✩ chapter 2 ⟢

fluffy, suggestive, smut in upcoming chapters

word count: 3k+ (phew)

warnings: very obvious power dynamics, just some making out, a bit of begging, lots of praise, lots of pet names, BADA CALLS HERSELF MOMMY!!!! aaaa

author’s note: i’m back 😳 i’m sorry that this took much longer then i expected, pls don’t block me 😞 i hope this is readable and not too disappointing @-@ i promise there’s actual smut coming soon! feel free to leave some feedback/suggestions! thank you so much for reading ♡ -booger 🍞

with one last glance in the mirror you gathered the remainder of your courage and slipped on your shoes, grabbing your purse with shaky hands. why were you so nervous? it’s not like you’re going over to her house to get bent over. you’re simply going to get tutored. unfortunately you remind yourself why you’re in this position in the first place, due to your lack of concentration during her classes. you sigh shaking your head, applying a second coat your favourite lipgloss nonetheless, just for good measures! was it too much? was it obvious you put in a little more effort than you usually do? would she notice? why would she? and why do you even care so much in the first place? she’s just a teacher after all..

she had texted you the address and you realised she actually lived a bit further, which is probably why she offered to come pick you up in the first place, not wanting to inconvenience her any further you politely refused. maybe you were starting to regret it knowing it’ll take a long time to get there by bus, and you’ll most likely be late.. late to your first ever tutoring class, what a great way to start. woohoo!

you put your headphones on, making your way into the bus and finding an empty seat all the way in the back. that way you could have some privacy to collect yourself before you meet her. actually.. that wasn’t really working and you began getting more nervous so you decided to pull out your notebook to mindlessly doodle for the time being. it turned out quite cute you thought to yourself, staring at the sketch, imagining those two figures kissing were you and her. oh no, you’re doing it again. you and your stupid imagination! and that’s not even the first time you caught yourself doing something so silly. you close your notebook shoving it back into your bag, just a few stops away from your destination. phew. time to actually collect yourself!

with wobbly knees you make your way to her apartment, palms sweaty as you smooth them over your skirt. 10 minutes, you’re 10 minutes late.. would she notice? she’s having a day off that she sacrificed specifically to help you, and you dare come late? oh no, you’re definitely screwed. you start panicking as guilt washes over you, practicing your apology in your head, accidentally ringing her doorbell in the process. fuck. you didn’t mean to do that just yet, you weren’t ready. if you’re fast enough you can just ru-

you heard the door nob turning, soon revealing a tall slim figure in front of you. “oh miss y/n! you decided to show up after all, and here i thought you didn’t need my help anymore” she teases giving you a half smile making your heart jump, not only due to you being late, but because of how effortlessly attractive she looked with her two toned hair tied back into a messy loose braid, complimenting her light blue button up paired with some slacks. not to mention the sound of her half groggy voice calling out your name and the way it slid past her lips so smoothly.

“h-hello mrs. lee i am so sorry for being late! i didn’t”before you could finish your apology she chuckled, shaking her head. “no need to apologise sweetie, i was just teasing a little. come on in, make yourself at home.” you blink up at her, cheeks heating up in embarrassment. you just greeted her and messed up? damn already? was it because she called you sweetie?! god, you’re hopeless.

“i won’t bite.” she chuckled again, walking into her apartment leaving you with no choice but to follow behind her, timidly shutting the door as you entered. you swore you could hear her quietly mumble something under her breath, but you decided it was your twisted mind playing tricks on you once again. for the sake of your sanity. “here here, have a seat. care for some tea? coffee perhaps?” she pulls out a chair for you and this small gesture alone has your heart fluttering for no reason. you look down shyly, taking a seat and avoiding her gaze. “i..uh.. anything is fine, thank you.” you mumble trying not to keep yourself composed. she smiles nodding as she reaches for the jar of instant coffee. “i haven’t had my coffee yet, since i wasn’t sure if you’d like to drink some with me. do you like yours with milk, sugar?” was she calling you sugar or was she asking you whether or not you wanted sugar in your coffee? …and she waited for you to have coffee? yeah, as if. you need to stop being delusional. “miss y/n?” she glanced back at you knocking you of out your prolonged silence. “i-i would like both please.. i like my coffee s-sweet” you close your eyes in embarrassment as another stutter leaves your clumsy lips. you swear you never stutter. she chuckles in response as she prepares your drink. “we are quite the opposite, i prefer mine black.” she gives you a soft smile, sitting down across from you, setting your drink in front of you. you mutter a shy thank you as your hands reach for the spoon, mixing some sugar into the warm beverage. “oh that’s nothing, i usually make really good coffee but my coffee machine broke recently so.. instant coffee will have to do for now.” you nod quickly, fingers gripping the handle and side of the cup. “that’s fine! any coffee is good! i actually prefer instant it’s not like i know much about coffee anyways-” your lips are faster then your brain causing you to blurt out such a fact about you, which only made her smile wider. “oh we really are opposites, maybe i could change your mind once i make you a proper cup, hm?” you blush nodding fast in agreement, did that mean you’d be seeing her more then just this one time? you try to calm your nerves by bringing the cup to your lips, taking a little sip. maybe it’s better to keep your mouth busy so you don’t end up embarrassing yourself even more.

“so y/n… just how much experience do you really have?” she also brings her own cup to her lips, eyes fixated on yours. your eyes widen, the coffee you tried swallowing getting stuck in the back of your throat at her question, resulting you in coughing out loud making her put her cup down and lean towards you in worry. “are you alright sweetie? was it too hot? did it burn you?” you cover your mouth, calming yourself down as you shake your head noticing bada is very professional and calm despite asking such a personal question.

maybe you are too shy after all and you should be more open when it comes to talking about your sex life. people do it all the time, it’s totally natural. you hear others talk about it all the time. but then again why would she ask you such a private question out of nowhere? maybe she’s just a very social person, this is how adults talk and there shouldn’t be shame. it’s not like you ever talked about sexual things with anyone, but you know others do. like with their friends, parents, therapists, lovers.. you just need to get over the embarrassment and step out of your shell, you could learn a lot from her, be as mature as she is, even when it comes to such topics. she sure wouldn’t judge you no matter what, she’s a teacher after all. “i’m fine! i’m just.. not too good at talking about such topics.. but i… well…i don’t have much experience… none at all actually. that’s really embarrassing to admit. others my age have already done so.. many times.. maybe i am really slow or something..” you chew on your bottom lip, struggling to keep your head up to look at her, choosing to look into your cup instead. if you could see your own reflection in the coffee you’re sure your face would be beet red by now. that’s when bada herself chokes a little as your unexpected response.

you totally misinterpreted what she was asking. she was asking about your experience on the subject she was supposed to tutor you on, not your sexual experience. did she give you the wrong impression? was she being too obvious with her interest in you? were her flirting attempts not as subtle as she attempted? no way, with how empty headed you are they probably flew right past you, she thought. well.. it’s not like she wasn’t curious about that in the first place, but she wouldn’t have asked so suddenly. however, she didn’t have the heart to embarrass you like that by correcting you and telling you that you misunderstood her question.

she just cleared her throat and went along with it. was she willing to risk it all? this made her want to corrupt you even more, but she can’t. not yet. you made her lose her composure. she needed to fix that and get back in charge. she won’t let it, let you, fluster her. “sweetie..there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. that’s exactly what i’m here for.” she decided to test out the waters, see if you were as submissive and truly empty minded around her as she painted you to be. her hand was itching to get a feel of your skin, she was struggling to fight it. she needs to take this slow she reminds herself, she doesn’t want to scare you away. but it seems like you’re already falling into her trap. your eyes instantly snap up to meet hers, to make sure weather you heard her correctly.

“it would be such a pity if you left without learning anything.. wouldn’t that make me a bad teacher, hm?” she furrows her brows in faux sympathy as her hand finally reaches out, gently cupping your cheek making you look up at her. you gasp at the sudden contact and your current situation. “oh y-yeah… i’m here to be tutored-“ you try to avoid her gaze, once again looking down in embarrassment. your nervousness made you think of studying again, which is the reason she invited you over. right? you must be totally misunderstanding this. you’re just being delusional, you tell yourself.

despite you both sitting down she visibly towered over you, not just in her height, but in her presence alone. you could feel her knees ever so gently pressing against your own if you weren’t trying so hard to distract yourself.

was she sitting so close to you from the start?

she scoffs in amusement, her lips forming a fake frown. “oh you poor little thing.. you really thought i wouldn’t notice the way you look at me during class? that i can’t see right through that pretty little head of yours? you’re a smart girl y/n, we both know you don’t actually have a issue with learning..” your cheeks heat up as you’re forced to meet her gaze that looks more intimidating then ever. she just exposed you. she knew it this whole time. you didn’t think your crush on her was that visible. your lips part to speak but no words come out making her grin. her thumb slides past your bottom lip ever so gently, almost knocking the air out your lungs. “i think.. you could do so much better, all you need is just a little motivation.” she hovers over you, her thumb now reaching the corner of your lips, collecting the remainder of coffee and bringing it up to her own lips. her eyes flutter shut momentarily, licking her thumb clean and savouring the flavour with a hum. “so sweet indeed..” she hooks her pointer finger under your chin, making you look up at her. chuckling softly she leans in further, her thumb stroking just below your bottom lip as her eyes trail from your eyes to your lips and back. “are you gonna let me have a taste, doll?”

you gulp, your own eyes focused on her lips, slowly nodding as you look up at her. “now now, wouldn’t that be too easy?” she leans in closer, lips near your ear. “you’ll have to be a good girl and ask for it.” your mouth goes completely dry as you gulp. your hands clutch a fist full of your skirt, tension so thick it could cut air separating you two. you mutter under your breath, scared your voice will betray you. “mrs. lee.. could you.. umm.. can you kiss me?” you shut your eyes tight, hoping she would kiss you then and there. instead you only hear a dry chuckle.

you open your eyes, attention on her as she tucks a stray hair behind your ear, confusion painted on your face. “thats not how a good girl asks. not even a please? now that’s not very polite, is it? i’m starting to think you don’t deserve it.” you whine shaking your head. “no no i’m sorry! please… please kiss me?” you look up at her desperately. “aww you want a kiss that bad?” she coos cupping your cheek, smirking at the heat of it against her hand. you nod fast, leaning into her touch, totally submitting to her.

“use your words, tell mommy what you want.” she raises her brow, waiting for you to finally say it. your cheeks feel like they’re on fire now, heart beating faster then before as you stumble over your own words. “m-mommy?” you shyly repeat after her, eyes widening, cheeks painted red. you could see the shift in her eyes, and the way it affected her.

she closes her eyes for a little, biting her lip almost as if she’s savouring the sound of your voice calling her that. “how fucking cute.” she rests her thumb against your bottom lip, softly pulling it down. “doing such a good job begging mommy for a kiss…” you close your eyes tightly at her praise, almost whining from such a small action. she leans in, her lips just a few millimetres away from your own. you could feel her breath against your lips, covering your skin in goosebumps. she keeps one of her hands against your cheek, while the other rests against the top of the chair you’re sitting on. she gives your cheek a soft stroke before finally connecting both of your lips.

her soft plump lips smashing against yours felt like a reward. it felt like they were on fire, the way your lips burnt when she pressed her own against them. her fingers against your skin were so gentle, tracing the outline of your cheek, barely touching your skin as if you were made of glass. her lips were telling a different story as her kisses only deepened. you didn’t know what to do with your hands so you loosely griped the fabric of her blouse. she felt you fidgeting and decided to slide one of her hands down to reach for your hand, giving them a soft squeeze before wrapping them around her neck. this gave her the opportunity to drag her hands down your body as she scooped you up in her arms. without breaking the kiss she lifted you and placed you on the table next to her, making you wrap your arms around her tighter. she experimentally dragged her tongue against your bottom lip so gently, your lips parted in surprise. she smirked sneaking her tongue inside your parted lips that granted her access. you let out a little whimper at the feeling of your tongues gliding against each other. you could almost taste the bitterness of the coffee aftertaste mixing with your sweet one and for once, it was delicious. you were everything she wanted and she wanted.. needed more. eager to be closer to you, one of her hands slid down your thigh, slightly parting them as she pushed herself in between, she just couldn’t get enough. with one of her large hands hand stroking the outer side of your thigh, and other one playing with your hair you couldn’t help but shiver in her touch. it was like she was devouring you whole. your body feeling so soft and tiny pressed up against hers. it was driving her insane. she pulled away breathing heavy, admiring your flushed face and slightly messed up hair, remainders of your lipstick smeared all over your lips as you look at her with what she could only describe as hearts in your eyes.

fuck, she’s so screwed. she knows it’s over for her. you wrapped her around your pretty little finger and you didn’t even know about it. heck, you didn’t even have to do anything. you submit to her so easily and that was more then she needed. there’s no way she could just return to just being your teacher, she had to make you hers. you pout slightly as she pulls away, already reaching for her, wanting to feel her lips against yours again. you got her heart beating as hard as she made yours. subconsciously shivering in her arms. as she leans in placing gentle pecks on your lips followed by your cheeks, so much more gentle and affectionate then she was just moments ago. “mommy has to stop before she gets too greedy..” you breathe out as she cleans your messed up lips with her thumb, knowing what she meant you nod, still leaning into her touch. she pressed a final kiss to your lips before pulling you into her embrace, your head in her chest, hands soothing your back.

“let me drive you home precious, it’s way too late for you to be going out on your own.” she gently pats your head, before she realises. “you didn’t bring any jacket with you?” you shake your head at her question, once again fidgeting with your skirt, slightly swinging your feet back and forth as they dangled off the table. “i’m not letting you leave like this.” you blush looking up at her as she brings you her sweater that is much bigger on you then it is on her. she taps your arms signalling you to raise them which you do, making her smile as she dresses you up. “how cute..” she admires you for a moment, fighting back the urge to squeeze you in her arms before offering you her hand which you accept as she helps you off the table. unable to keep her hands off you, she’s smoothing her hands over your clothes in attempt to fix them. “are you ready to go, pretty girl?” she pecks your nose, grabbing her keys as she grabs your hand. you giggle nodding as your heart flutters at her treatment, clinging onto her arm, letting you guide you to her car.

of course she opened the door for you and closed it after you sat down before she got in herself. of course she told you to keep the sweater because she wants to see you in it more often. of course she told you to keep this a secret as she pecked your forehead goodbye. of course your head was filled with nothing but her as you laid in your bed, wearing nothing but her sweater as you drifted into slumber, hoping you could see her even in your dreams, the scenes from earlier on repeat. you were starting to really look forward to these private lessons..

#bada lee smut #bada lee fluff #bada lee x reader #swf2 x reader #bada lee #bada lee imagine

[ludibriadormonoteista]

Slay the Dragon

Papa Arc: Son… The time has come. The infamous Yellow Dragon has been terrorizing our village for far too long.

Jaune: I hear you, father. I have been training my whole life for this.

Papa Arc: Indeed, you have. Take the family sword. You shall honor the oath you took and slay that foul creature.

Jaune: I will see that it is done, father. *Takes his leave*

Papa Arc: Now, hold on a minute. *Grabs his shoulder*

Jaune: Yes, father?

Papa Arc: Before you go, I want to make one thing very clear. I said Slay. Not Lay.

Jaune: …Yeah, I got it the first time.

Papa Arc: Slay, son. Not lay, not laid, not bang, not bed, not consummate, not taking her out for dinner. I want you to KILL that dragon.

Jaune: Father, I don’t-

Papa Arc: It’s a giant DRAGON for heaven’s sake. That monster is responsible for wiping out dozens of villages a year and has killed far more people than you will ever meet in your entire life. So PLEASE! Don’t waste your breath trying to woo that blasted creature!

Jaune: Dad, I’m seriously not gonna-

Papa Arc: I cannot stress how much we need that bitch dead, and the very last thing we need is for you to try and stick your dick in it!

Jaune: D-DAD!

Papa Arc: I want you to take this sword and plunge into the beast’s heart! Chop it into pieces if you must! Don’t stop until the life has left its eyes!

Jaune: ALRIGHT, GEESH! *Calms down* For the last time, I’m not gonna seduce the dragon or anything. I don’t even know where you got that idea from.

Papa Arc: I just want to make sure you understand what I’m saying.

Jaune: Father, I’m not one of those dragon-lovin’ degenerates from the southern islands, okay? You don’t have to worry about that.

Papa Arc: Glad to hear it. *Clears throat* Go forward, son. Make your ancestors proud.

Jaune: Yeah, yeah… *Finally leaves*

Papa Arc: Phew! Crisis averted. Ain’t that right, honey?

Mama Arc: It’s not gonna work, Nicky.

Papa Arc: What makes you say that?

Mama Arc: Take a good look. *Shows her dragon tail* I still can’t believe you convinced our son I’m a lizard Faunus.

Papa Arc: So what if I got lucky and got myself a wife because I couldn’t read instructions properly?! I could’ve been killed! I don’t want Jaune to make the same mistake and risk getting scorched to death.

Mama Arc: I don’t know, Taiyang’s spawn did seem very lonely last I checked. And that was 20 years ago.

Papa Arc: Well, then Taiyang’s spawn shall find plenty of companionship in the fiery pits of hell. For our boy Jaune will not rest until the Yellow Dragon’s life has been claimed by the sacred Crocea Mors-

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Yang: S’up, in-laws! I’ve been meaning to meet you guys. Huge fan of your work here. *Slaps Jaune’s back*

Jaune: *red* Yang, please…

Papa Arc: *Disgruntled noises*

Mama Arc: Oh, you must be our boy’s fiancé he wrote about. Come now sweetie, let me show you around the house.

Yang: You got it, mom! Can’t wait to meet my new sisters. Later, hubby~

Papa Arc: Jaune… What did I tell you?

Jaune: Tell me what?

Papa Arc: The thing we discussed? Before parting on your quest?

Jaune: What thing- Oh. Ooohhh……

Papa Arc: Do you have anything to say for yourself, young man?

Jaune: *Hand on the back of his head* I guess it slipped out of my mind…?

Papa Arc: Oh, something did slip, alright.

Jaune: It-It’s nothing like that! It all happened so fast, and-! Look, she’s on the run from a whole evil cult or some shit and I wondered if you and mom could let her crash here for a few weeks.

Papa Arc: And you didn’t think the neighbors would suspect anything from the blond girl with dragon horns waltzing around our house?

Jaune: I don’t know, I just figured we could tell everyone she’s a Faunus. Just like mom.

Papa Arc: *Wincing* About that, son…

#rwby shitpost #rwby #jaune arc #yang xiao long #dragonslayer #yang x jaune

[blueparadis]

❝IF ONLY I COULD❞ + KAVEH

+. CWs —» f-reader, s!her pronouns, m-masturbation, implied accidental voyeurism, subtle undertones of perv!kaveh & bottom-dom!kaveh, wet dreams, mention of al-haitham; word count — 0.8kish.

+. PRECIS —» Kaveh can’t help it, you are just too much for him and hence he decides to keep you off his mind.

+. NOTES —» phew! The way he has me in a chokehold. . . also I'm trying a new style of writing so feel free to send me kaveh thoughts:> you can read my works via NAVIGATION LINKS.

In his memory, Kaveh has always found her engaging as well as entertaining even if he had bleak chances of talking to her. It is true that he is often teased about her, especially by al-haitham, whenever he catches those cherry eyes lurking over her, looking for her.

But lately, she has been frequenting his mind more than before, more than in one way and all because of a lucid dream. The first time when he saw her in his dreams, in a white nightgown laughing before extending her arms towards him , he gasped and woke up from his sleep thinking why it had to be her?

And since then, he has been attracted towards her, romantically perhaps and hence he stopped visiting the library during her work shifts. He wanted to stay away from her, now more than ever since he hated the feeling of loneliness that lingered underneath his skin every time he dreamt of her, thought of her.

Yet here he was, submerged in her thoughts and far away from this world. Kaveh should not, he really should not since he knew that if he did this once there is no coming back.

Moreover, chances are there that she will be more vivid than before in his dreams, in his mind and every time she passes by Kaveh at the workplace. But now, it is too late to think of what might be the consequences of his thoughts. The strain in his pants has already become unbearable.

Kaveh slides his right arm under his vest grazing his lower belly thinking for the last time, but eventually, his arm slipped into his pants, his fingers clamping around his length, and finally, a soft groan escaped from his mouth. The tip of his tongue kisses the corner of his lips as he takes out his cock that was coated with a warm white fluid, pre-cum.

For a moment, he is surprised, and then he is not. There is a crescent along his lips as he taps the tip of his cock, smearing the reddened end with its pre.

“Oh fuck. This feels so much better.”, he huffs looking over his shoulder to check if al-haitham is really asleep or not. Kaveh thinks he is sleeping, he better be otherwise the worst case that could happen is that she would not smile while looking at him but rather avoid him if there were any eye contact to happen henceforth.

He palms his member, a little harder this time trying to imagine how it would feel to be sheathed by her gummy walls. He starts to pump his cock as his pants were clustered at the bottom of the chair while his legs were trying to give space as much as possible by spreading them further.

He revisits his memories, memories where she and her beautiful body were in abundance: the first time you smiled at him, the accidental touch when she was handing him the papers he asked for, that late evening when he caught you bathing, naked and gleaming in the moonlight.

He picks the last one, where he watched you scrub yourself, your plush body, your boobs, and hardened nipples. He remembers how he felt his cock twitch at that moment and now he is pumping his cock rashly, the hem of his vest being buried in between his teeth, muffled moans escaping his mouth as the squelching noises become louder and louder.

His other hand gradually makes its way towards his nipples, pinching and circling around them thinking of her lips on his. “Oh fuck.”, he hisses as his toes curl, his hips buck up with a force as he thinks how euphoric would it be to have her soft calloused hands on his cock, to have her warm lips in his, to have her boobs pressed against his bare chest, pronounced nipples grazing against each other while Kaveh’s cock is hitting her sweet spot with precision and all he could hear is the blend of desperate moans, of his and her.

He squeezes his eyes shut as his hands move up and down his swollen cock, hitting his girth with calculated thrusts. He paces up as he feels his orgasm approaching, huffing and panting, not caring how vocal he has become until the coil at the core of his flat belly snaps making him dizzy, his hand movements sloppy, and his inner thighs closing in slowly.

Kaveh’s chest rises up and down frantically as he finally opens his eyes watching the spurs of milky white fluid all over the floor and his study desk. A heavy sigh leaves his body as his breathing normalizes. 

“If only I could tell her . . .”, he mumbles before closing his eyes and thinking of you, again. He takes a few moments to relax before cleaning the mess.

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@tokyometronetwork

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[thewritetofreespeech]

Sorry! (⁠〒⁠﹏⁠〒⁠) i forgot about that specific part of the request! Man i'm sorry if i started with the wrong foot. So... I'll ask again if i can: May i request Rimuru from ttigraas meeting another intelligent slime? Maaaaaybe falling in love with his new significant other?

*it’s ok. just read people’s rules first, because everyone is different in how they take requests 😊*

Rimuru Tempest x Reader

“Rimuru-sama prefers my company to you!” Shion shouted over the table at her counterpart.

“Don’t be ridiculous Shion,” Shuna chuckled into her hand delicately. “Who would prefer a dried-up old lady to a cute, gentle woman like me?”

“I’ll show you dried-up!” The oni summoned her sword and prepared to swing it down, through the table and potentially Shuna.

“Yada yada! Hold on!” Rimuru shouted in a panic. Waving his arms and getting the girls attention to stop. “I don’t prefer anyone’s company over anyone. I like spending time with both of you. I just need to be alone for a bit to finish my work.” The whole fight starting when he asked them to leave and they misinterpreted as one of them leaving, and not the other. “Please. We’ll spend time together after, but I need to get this done.”

The girls apologize, to Rimuru and each other, before they leave as requested and he slumped into his chair.

“Is it safe to come out?” Rimuru perked up as he looked over toward an armoire where [Y/N] was sliding out from under. Shifting out of their slime state once the coast was clear and into their human form. “Phew! I thought I was going to be stuck under there forever. But I literally didn’t want to get dragged into their fight.”

Rimuru chuckled at [Y/N]’s joke and fiddled with his papers. “They mean well. But sometimes I can’t get anything done when they’re around.”

“Do you want me to leave too?” [Y/N] asked. Still taking a seat beside him. “You said you needed to be alone to finish. Am I a distraction?”

The other slime blushed at the question and focused on his papers even more. Yes, they were a distraction. But not in the way they perhaps thought. When they had first met, Rimuru was just happy to have someone like him around he could talk to. The others were nice, but they didn’t understand all the time. [Y/N] was an intelligent slime like him. So it was just easy to talk to them and have them get it. Eventually he found himself feeling more than just ‘friendly’ about them.

“N-No, no, you can stay.”

“Good!” [Y/N] chirped in a bright way that made him blush redder. He nearly told them how he felt right then, before they added, “because I really don’t want to go out there if they’re still fighting.”

#;ask and ye shall receive (request answers) #rimuru tempest x reader #rimuru tempest #that time i got reincarnated as a slime #tensei shitara slime datta ken #tensei shitara slime datta ken x reader #tensei shitara suraimu datta ken imagine #Tensei Shitara Suraimu Datta Ken #that time I got reincarnated as a slime x imagine #that time I got rencarnated as a slime imagine #that time I got rencarnated as a slime scenario #tssk imagine #tssk scenario

[filmbyjy]

hi its me, the one who asked u for the exam prep fic w jay.

i want some angst. Its because im going through that rn. HE FELL FIRST BUT SHE FELL HARDER, where jay gives up on their "friendship" because the reader was too busy denying her feelings for him. (u can end it w some fluff if u want heh) Doesnt necessarily havw to be with jay btw any member from enhypen u think fits best for this works.

its alright if u dont want to!!

a/n: oh hi anon☺️ oh my god but this request phew😮‍💨 prepare the tissues bc I feel like i’m gonna make this too angsty. of course, i’m gonna end it off on a good note. my heart can’t handle not getting a happy ending.

pairing: park jongseong x fem!reader

genre: angst but fluff towards the end

warning: talks about cutting/self-harm and depression (do proceed with caution). mentions of dead parents. I believe I made this too angsty so i am sorry. you do end up with jay though so that’s the good part. i did also change up a bit bc i believe that i have triggered someone with jake like ‘slut-shaming’ you. i am so sorry for that part.

word count: 1.5K words

taglist[perm]: @ja4hyvn @ahnneyong @milklix @kar0ki @sugarsunoo

our friendship

10 years of friendship.

down the drain just like that. all because of your selfishness. you couldn’t forget the way jay’s hands trembled as he voices out his feelings.

you felt like the villain for not believing him. denying your own feelings for him. you couldn’t love him. it was impossible, not when jay was for someone else. you couldn’t provide him with the affection he deserves. you were a broken record.

“why did you hurt him?” sunghoon asks.

— placing this in case the read more messes up —

“i didn’t mean to.” you nonchalantly say. the boy sighs.

“i know you didn’t mean to but I know you’re just hurting yourself too.”

“i’m not hurting myself.”

“when was the last time you ate properly?”

you kept quiet. jay usually made sure you ate on time, even if you didn’t have enough money, he made sure to buy you a meal. your life wasn’t the best. your dad did drugs and was absent most of your life. your mom ran off with a foreigner. you were left alone to fend for yourself. no family member to care for you. you matured quicker than most kids because of that.

sunghoon places a carton of milk. your favourite. one that jay usually buys for you.

“take this. you haven’t had lunch.”

“it’s alright. I don’t like this flavour.” you lied.

“that’s a lie. both jake and I have seen you happily drinking it after jay places it on your desk.”

“well, i stopped liking it.”

“after jay left.”

“well, he left for a reason.”

“because he was heartbroken.”

“his mom wanted him to study in america. that’s his real reason.”

“he would’ve stayed for you, (name).”

“i don’t want to hold him back, sunghoon.” you glared at the boy. sunghoon sighs.

“you aren’t holding him back, he just loves you.”

“well, i don’t love him!”

“stop being in denial. you love him just much as he loves you. actually no, you love him way more than he could love you.”

“you’re bullshitting, sunghoon.”

“you’re going to regret saying this (name).”

you left sunghoon. you didn’t want to hear what he was saying because if you stopped denying, you’d hurt yourself. falling in love with your best friend was something scary. falling hard for your best friend was the worst.

it had been years since you graduated from high school. you haven’t heard much from sunghoon, jake or even jay. you had fell out of that friendship ever since the talk. for some odd reason, your old classmates had organised this get together since it had been a while. you were not preparing yourself to meet your friends from high school.

“(name).” heeseung yells out. you gave him a little smile.

“class president.” you say. he chuckles.

“it was for 1 term, (name).”

“you were still our class president.”

“the best one.” jake slings his arm around heeseung. heeseung groans as he attempts to push jake’s arms off.

“it’s been a while, (name).” jake says. his voice laces with venom which wasn’t how he was normally and how he was back then. you nearly wince at how his tone sounded.

you could feel a shiver creep up and you were actually scared of jake.

“uh, yes. i-it’s been a while.” you say. afraid of saying something wrong to get jake angry. honestly, he had a very good reason to get mad at you. you hurt jay. one of the first few people jake cared about.

after you hurt jay, jake had followed jay to America. where they both continued their studies to together. sunghoon visited them and eventually moved there a little to spend time and possibly study there too. eventually, all of them moved back here to continue college since they missed Seoul.

seeing jake in a long while, you realised you missed him and the friendship the both of you had. jake was sort of like a brother to you. he was the closest to you but of course he clearly chose jay. you wanted to walk away but jake grabs on your wrist. heeseung leaves, he could feel the heavy tension.

“I see you’re happy with how your life turned out.”

“what?”

“cut that bullshit. iseul told us. you go to parties and have fun as if you didn’t do anything wrong! it’s disgusting, after you hurt your own best friend’s feelings?”

“jaeyun-”

“don’t call me that. we aren’t friends anymore.”

it fell silent between the both of you, the sound of EDM playing in the background. tears prickling at your eyes. someone comes to pull jake off you. you knew that familiar cologne.

“jake, you shouldn’t fight here. just leave her alone.” jay says.

“she hurt you, jay. how could you just ignore that? she’s been living her life happily while you cried everyday back in America.”

“don’t.” jake shoves jay’s arm and walks away. jay turns to you. he attempts to touch your wrist but you moved back.

“(name).” the way he says your name was perfect. it felt right but you shouldn’t.

you shook your head. tears falling down.

“jay, please.”

his eyes caught sight of slashing marks. they seem pretty recent. he knows you were never one to harm yourself but what exactly happened?

you left the place that day. it was when you started to really close off. you see, after jay left. a whole series of bad luck just dumped onto you. your dad got into car accident and died on impact. your mom was diagnosed with cancer and she died months later. you were left alone having to work hard to earn your own money.

you could feel the burden of living alone just pile over you and you couldn’t take it anymore. everything was overwhelming. too overwhelming. even the feeling of pain wasn’t as immense as the burden you felt. which was why you started self-harming yourself. you loved the feeling of the blade cutting your skin, it was numbing.

“(name), could you please tell me the answer?” the lecturer asks as you were daydreaming. you easily answered and the lecturer hums.

the bell rings soon after and students start pouring out of the class. you tugged onto your hoodie arms, hoping the hide the latest cut. it was itchy and it started bleeding again when you went to pick on it. you simply placed a bandaid over it.

you were packing your things when you felt a tap on your shoulder. you looked up.

“hi.” sunghoon says. you looked away, you couldn’t let him see you like this. you shouldn’t associate yourself with your old friend group. you walked away quick but sunghoon was fast. curse his long legs.

“(name).” he stops you and pulls back your hood. that’s when he realises the bloodshot look you had. he gasps a little.

“what happened to you?”

“didn’t sleep.”

“you look like you got hit by a truck.” he winced.

“maybe I did. what’s your problem?”

“look about what happened that day with jake at the reunion…”

“I forgive him. I deserve it after all.” you walked away but sunghoon tries to catch up to you.

“yeah but that doesn’t account for what he did to you.”

“he didn’t punch me. he just talked to me.”

“(name).”

“please, sunghoon. i don’t want to live in a world with guilt. I’ve already hurt jay enough and I don’t want to hurt jake too.”

“yeah but like I’ve said a long time ago. you’re hurting yourself too. I heard that you rarely ever go out besides actually spending time in school. you’ve gone from a social butterfly to an introvert.”

“what’s wrong with being an introvert.”

“it’s just not who you are (name).”

“so what if I am not who I was. people change sunghoon. i think it’s best if I stayed away from jay. we should have never cross paths.”

“but you like him.”

“yeah, I do. what will happen? hmm? jay doesn’t like me anymore, I know it. he’s probably already dating someone hot. someone that suits him. someone who isn’t me.”

“you are someone that suits me, (name).” jay voices out. you shook your head and turned around to jay.

“I am not right for you. you wouldn’t want an emotionally and mentally broken girl. I already lost my parents, I don’t want to lose anything anymore.”

“your parents are gone?”

“they’re dead. it’s been a year or two. after i graduated from high school…”

“(name).”

“jay, i’m sorry I didn’t tell you about my feelings but it’s too late. i am too broken.”

“you know I wouldn’t care if you’re too broken. I would’ve held you tight and cared for you.”

“jay, I just think we were on different levels. you were someone popular, smart and good looking. i’m just whatever this is.”

“I never cared about the stereotype. I loved you for who you were.”

“love is a strong word to describe how you’re feel about me.” you say. jay holds you close.

“but I do love you.”

“you wouldn’t understand, how much I feel for you.”

“then show me.”

“I can’t. not in public, where sunghoon and jake are staring at us.”

jake rolls his eyes, “go ahead and kiss. this idiot has been rooting for the both of you since high school.” he smacks sunghoon.

“what’s so wrong for hoping they’d get together. I thought they fit each other.” sunghoon glares at jake.

jay pecks your forehead, “we’ll take this slow until you feel better, hmm?”

and he did make you feel better.

#bro why did i make this so angsty #MAN #i am so sorry :'D #enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen imagine #enhypen angst #enhypen fluff #enhypen x reader #enhypen x reader imagines #enhypen ff #jay #jay imagines #jay imagine #jay angst #jay fluff #jay x reader #jay x reader imagines #jay ff #enhypen jay #jongseong #jongseong imagines #jongseong imagine #jongseong angst #jongseong fluff #park jongseong #park jongseong imagines #park jongseong imagine #park jongseong angst #park jongseong fluff

[honeydewsblue]

#ao3moirecs. moirae’s ao3 fic recommendations.

a masterlist for all my favorite ao3 fics; fics i think should get more love, in no particular order. send the authors some love 🤍!!

disclaimer : most of these are reader inserts… sorry i need my dopamine fix. also read the tags!! read!! the!! tags!!!! my review will not be sufficient!!

includes … jjk (9), atla (2), genshin (1), misc. (1)

jujutsu kaisen

kintsugi, by kirketeer (21.3k wc) || toge inumaki / reader

sign language fic, looove how it deals with the hypothetical aftermath of shibuya arc! super funny too, overall a heartfelt and lighter, happier read :-)

ask me to bleed (for you i will), by kirketeer (3.2k wc) || geto suguru / reader

non-sorcerer reader. ‘you will die just as every other non-sorcerer dies: alone and afraid. and suguru will let it happen, because he knows his ideals are unflawed. they must be.’ ao3 author kirketeer you never miss

the color yellow, by rhydonium (29.9k wc) || gojo satoru / reader

hanahaki au. haven’t read in a couple years but i remember being utterly heartbroken. i also remember the concept of gojo and having everything and yet being unable to do anything in the face of something that can’t be helped sticking with me. (also read as: gojo and reader with a terminal illness.)

ariadne’s thread, by hawnks (3.8k wc) || gojo satoru / reader

‘he loses himself. he finds you instead.’ gojo dealing with losing and living. i can’t get enough of their characterization for him!! it’s too good. so much written in under 4k words—it made me appreciate how much storytelling you can do even without a higher wc. fell in love with the portrayal of falling in love.

let your hand become a blade so i may take it, by pantao (~10k wc, ongoing) || gojo satoru / f!reader

knight & princess au. ohhh my God. The writing is so good i’m sick. gojo in this… Phew. started my obsession with royalty aus. i crave the pining in loyalty and trust

doctor, coroner, mourner, by deadpooled (2.3k wc) || shoko ieiri

— and her companionship with death. character study. beautifully written :-( oh how i miss her so. i love her so much, i neeeed to read more works of her :-(

lover’s vigil, by nariveri (24.6k wc) || gojo satoru / f!reader

she fell first, he fell harder. gojo and taking care of ill readers pt2. love the characterization of gojo in this too!! gojo helplessly in love… gojo dealing with the repercussions (guilt) of being rude…

the natural movement of particles, by goldenlake (2k wc) || nobara & gojo

nobara has a talk with her teacher. what we could have had… love little stories that expand on things we don’t see in the original :’-)

the eightfold path, by hawnks (~16k wc, ongoing) || geto suguru / reader

soulmate au. ‘in the great scheme of things, you’re no one special. you are, however, the key to bringing suguru getou back down to earth.’ so! good! geto suguru is the people’s man… Ugh

avatar the last airbender

☆ measure each step into infinity, by paxbanana (200k wc) || azula / katara

azula’s growth from war and love. This is my Roman Empire. i can’t do this fic justice through a summary, but it altered the entirety of my chemistry. i appreciate and adore their exploration of azula’s character so, so much. this is my standard now. i want a physical copy ** since it doesn’t have additional tags, cw for nsfw/sex, descriptions of torture, heed the depictions of violence warning

make a meal of you, by thatweirdguyinthebushes (4.6k wc) || sokka

character study, ‘[his relationship] with the concept of war’. ‘the first time he kills someone, sokka is fifteen years old.’ so very beautifully written

genshin impact

what the wind brought, by jupiterism (38k wc) || kaeya alberich / reader

bookshop keeper reader. also haven’t read this one in a while, but i remember loving the storytelling and characterization :-)

miscellaneous

translations, by bignostalgias (~18k wc, ongoing) — hiccup haddock / jack frost

crossover. language barrier fic. did not know this ship was a thing until i found this fic one day when i got obsessed with the guardians movie… (there’s a whole crossover with tangled, brave, httyd, and guardians????) so, so well written. executes such a creative idea so, so well. worldbuilding is amazing. god i love writers

#moirecs #m.list #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #avatar the last airbender #atla

[queerfanfiction]

Topic of Study (Ch. 4)

Thank you all for being so, so, so patient as I worked on updating this story. :)

Larissa Weems x PhDstudent!Reader

AO3 link

The previous week’s assault was still on your mind. You were kind of confused that queer or queer-allied punk people would be so narrow minded and aggressive towards outcasts. Surely they could empathize with people not understanding their identity or how narratives are used against marginalized groups.

Regardless, you could usually read people better than that. Then again, you didn’t really know the people Imogen brought with her. Hell, you barely knew Imogen if you could be honest with yourself. She had reached out via text a few times, but you couldn’t give it your full attention at the moment. Curse your high sex drive making you reckless when it came to who you sought company with.

Your mind wanders to Larissa and the last conversation you two had. She was certainly firm and more reserved. Her desire for you pushed down and masked. It’s one of the reasons you felt so compelled to see Imogen; you wanted your own desire quenched. The older woman was too magnetic.

You can’t help but anticipate your next interaction with the principal. Mrs. Cunningham had sent you an itinerary for the first week. Apparently there were a lot of speaking engagements scheduled for the first normie graduate student to study at the academy. After the chaos of the previous year, good publicity was a necessity. Because of this, much of your time was spent with Larissa. Local news interviews, a public guided tour of new accommodations, a town hall style briefing at the Weathervane, a ribbon cutting ceremony to symbolize a fresh start with the community. You could go on. On one hand, this meant time with the older woman—time you could use to clear the air and reset the energy between you two. On the other hand, the programming barely leaves a quiet moment for the two of you. You wonder if Larissa intended that to be the case to minimize awkwardness.

With the arrival of the new semester, Nevermore students were rapidly arriving, and the faculty were finalizing their lesson plans. The days since coming back from Burlington felt a bit isolated since you didn’t know anyone, and you were nursing a bruised ribcage from the comfort of your living quarters. Now that you’re feeling better, you hoped to get a few things done before students started overtaking the quiet study areas.

Still feeling low effort, you pull on a baggy brown knit sweater and brown high-rise slacks. You were thankful that the monochrome outfit seemed more high effort than it actually was. Wanting to feel comforted, you packed your bag with some books to research while sipping something soothing at the Weathervane.

You opted to walk and absorb the already changing air of Vermont in September. It was still humid out, but it was cool enough to enjoy the stroll. Almost in a trance from the light breeze and gentle woodland sounds, you started to wonder how Larissa would respond to your presence in the coming weeks.

Would she act distant and removed? Would she be stern with you? Would she mention your shared kiss and how heated and passionate it was? Would she acknowledge that you two would have gone much further without the interruption from the car horn?

In what seemed like no time at all, you arrived in Jericho.

Almost at the entrance to the café, you remembered the multiple unanswered texts from Imogen hanging over your head since the assault. Well, no time like the present to confront things you’ve been putting off from a lack of knowing how to proceed.

You step through the threshold to…not Imogen. Phew. The barista working barely looked up at the chime of the entrance jingle. Thankful to have more time to your thoughts, you pick an empty booth to spread out on.

You ordered your coffee and brought out a couple different texts from your bag. One was “Other” as Monster: Deconstructing Bias for Marginalized Outcasts. The other was Foundational Concepts in Shapeshifter Cultures—the book you reached for at the library with Larissa and failed to open until now. You decided to forgo your computer and opt for your notepad instead. You didn’t need more distractions, and you knew any access to recent Nevermore news articles would end up with your eyes on the tall silver-haired woman.

An empty mug, color-coded sticky notes, and a slew of highlighters and pens cover the table in front of you and your two open books. You’ve been told to go through one reference at a time, but it made sense in your brain to work on both at the same time. You felt like it was easier to see how the texts worked together and differently regarding the subjects. You pulled quotes and read for more context between outcast identities and their history. However, you were so disappointed in the shapeshifter cultures anthology. There were hardly any sections on universal shapeshifters; instead, there were a lot of details of metamorphoses in Greek mythology, lycanthropy, and even vampires. You were surprised the book even mentioned East Asian kitsunes since it focused so heavily on Greek, Roman, and Norse histories. According to this account, shapeshifting was often punitive in nature and had connections to mischievousness and deceit.

While reading, you furiously tagged quotes and wrote your own commentary on post-its to mark in the book. Some of your handwriting looked feral, and you hoped you could decipher it later. You were too focused to slow down and write neatly.

Annoyance and righteousness cut through you as you continued through the anthology on shapeshifting. You knew covering so many different histories was difficult, but so much of the positive or holy connotations regarding shapeshifters was missing. Needing to vent, you spam texted your best friend, Komeha’e.

Her own outcast experience was riddled with marginalization from mostly white, normie culture. She would always tell you stories about varying Native American shapeshifter cultures. Most were stories of protection or healing within Native communities. You can hear her cute, know-it-all voice now, “Shapeshifting not only provides benefits for individuals and their communities, but it also deepens the bond between human, nature, and wild animals—an important component of indigenous teachings, beliefs, and spirituality.” Neither of her parents were shapeshifters, so she learned a lot about her identity and its ties to her culture through her grandparents. Komeha’e loved to recount every morsel to you, and you cherished it right back. That’s how you knew the information perpetuated by even the reputable book in front of you was skewed.

You sipped your latte while fully engrossed in your text conversation. Because of this, you weren’t aware of Imogen’s entrance into the Weathervane. Well, that is until she was right in front of you waving a hand in front of your face.

“…h-hey.”

You internally scream that your chance of studying at the Weathervane in solitude is now ruined. “Imogen. Hi.”

The next 45 minutes are spent debriefing on what happened at the club in Burlington. Imogen promised you she didn’t know her friends would do that to you and wanted to make it up to you. You ended up letting her know you needed time to think things over. You’re not sure you can trust her if that is the company she grew up with and continues to keep. Whether you’re an outcast or not frankly had no influence on how you felt. Their behavior was abhorrent. Exhausted from the long and unexpected discussion, you make an excuse to pack up and walk back to Nevermore.

The following morning you met with Mrs. Cunningham to go over the questions Vermont News & Entertainment (VNE) sent over in preparation for your interview. You memorize down to the third question before you two are interrupted by none other than Principal Larissa Weems herself. Her abrupt presence makes your stomach drop and your heart race.

“Ah, Mrs. Cunningham. I assume you’re prepping our new graduate fellow?” Bright smiles get thrown to you both. God, that woman can make someone feel unstoppable. You flash a quick and innocent grin back. Before small talk can continue, Larissa proceeds, “The new academy newspaper, Marginalia, would like an official interview.” Her fingers motion to you and beckon you to follow her. You gather your things and thank Mrs. Cunningham for her time before walking toward Larissa and the door.

“After you.” A shiver shoots down your spine and you feel your mouth go dry when the older woman’s hand rests on your lower back to guide you through the doorframe and halls.

You can barely contain the urge to gaze upon Larissa in confusion and shock. Your mind had conjured up many different scenarios for what the dynamic between you two would be, but this was not one of them. After walking across the quad and through two wings of the academy that you haven’t explored yet, you and Larissa finally reach what you imagine is the room for the school newspaper.

Walking in with confidence, the principal begins, “Yoko, Enid, this is our newest addition to Nevermore.” Larissa turned towards you and finished, “This is Yoko Tanaka and Enid Sinclair. They volunteered to revive Nevermore’s very own student newspaper.”

A sweet and excited figure comes into your personal space, already mid-hug before you can make sense of what is happening. A singsong voice to match rings out, “Oh my gosh, this is so cool. I can’t wait to publish our first issue. It’s going to be so much better than my Nevermore gossip blog. And you’re our first interviewee!”

Over Enid’s shoulder you see a slightly taller figure with blackout glasses and impeccable dark lipstick. She steps forward and peels Enid away from you. The one who must be Yoko mutters, “Let’s get started.”

“I’ll be right over there.” Larissa mentions as she steps away with an amused look on her face. Larissa uses this time with you distracted to collect her thoughts and watch you interact with the two students. She knew her hand placement on your lower back walking here was reckless; the principal normally didn’t act without thinking. However, her hospitality and interest leaned too flirtatious when it came to you. That much was apparent from your very first meeting. Your success at Nevermore would mean redress for the events of the past year—proof that normies and outcasts could get along and even thrive. Tainting that endeavor for the academy and community in Jericho would be inexcusable in her eyes. So, then, Larissa asked herself, why does she continually risk everything to be close to you?

In the interview, Enid and Yoko take the approach of each asking a question back and forth. Kind of like a good cop bad cop thing. You think that anyone who reads it and knows them will be able to tell who asked which questions. For instance, Enid asks about normies from where you grew up to start off the interview. Yoko proceeds to ask why you chose to study at Nevermore specifically. Enid, as if she’s an old friend catching up, wants to know how you’re finding the town and school. She then proceeds to tell you to check out something called Hawte Kewture, but you have no idea what it is.

In between questions, of course your mind wanders to the silver-haired blonde seated nearby. Larissa was friendly—almost as if the last interaction you two had was not a chastening due to making out passionately in the academy’s van/shuttle. Her demeanor caught you off guard, but you’d rather have the opportunity to be close with her than not.

A strange echoing disrupts your thoughts. Uh oh, Yoko and Enid have been waiting for you to respond and are now asking if you’re okay.

“Sorry, I’m still in the process of transferring my ADHD medicine over. What’d you say?” You hoped to not have to explain yourself too much. Otherwise, you’re sure you’d blush a bright red.

Yoko repeats, seemingly unfazed, “Why study outcasts and normies when you’re not as affected by the issue? You know…since you’re a normie.”

“Oh, it’s kind of personal, but I-” A knock on the door interrupts before you can continue to answer. Larissa had sat forward in her chair in anticipation, interested in the answer. Disappointed in the intrusion, she makes a mental note to ask you later.

“Apologies, ladies. We are needed elsewhere. The interview will have to continue another day.” Larissa reassures the two girls in front of you. Well, mostly Enid who looks pitiful.

“Hey, I had a lot of fun. And now I know who to turn to when I have questions about Nevermore. That would really help me out. I’ll see you around, okay?” You try your hardest to sound like a supportive big sister. It seems to work, because Enid beams a toothy smile and nods excitedly. You begin to walk out and don’t catch Larissa’s affectionate gaze due to your efforts. She then leads you outside to the quad where news anchors and cameras are set up and waiting.

The next interview commences. You and Larissa sit together since you’ll both be answering questions about the new fellowship position and its legacy for Nevermore.

After the interview and a lot of social pleasantries, you can tell you’re dehydrated and hungry. You hadn’t eaten that morning, unfortunately. You went straight to Mrs. Cunningham’s briefing without breakfast. As if she could read your mind, Larissa offers for you two to eat in her office before any further engagements. How can you pass that up?

Once in her office, she disappears. You’re not sure where but you can assume it is the same place she went to get the scones and fig spread you two devoured before in the faculty lounge. When she returns, she gestures for you to sit while she gathers plates and drinks. Larissa takes a seat next to you and lets out a long sigh.

“You okay?”

Larissa pours herself a glass of red wine and turns toward you. “What happened the other night?”

Surprised she wanted to discuss what happened between you two, you confess, “Well, a lot of repressed sexual energy got released, and I couldn’t stop myself from finally kissing you, an-”

“No,” Larissa corrects. “What happened that left you stranded and needing to be picked up?” Larissa urges the warmth between her legs at the memory of how heated the two of you became to calm so that she can focus on understanding why it seemed like you were physically assaulted and abandoned.

You take a moment to configure your answer, making sure to not mention that you were desperate for release due to fantasizing about Larissa and texted Imogen to fulfill that need. “I invited Imogen out dancing, and she brought friends along. Her asshole friends thought I was an outcast and didn’t appreciate that possibility.”

“So they hurt you?” Her face was marked with concern and contempt. All you could do was nod. You didn’t particularly want to dwell on it. The older woman in front of you takes a long sip of wine. Apparently still making sense of the threat posed that night, Larissa queries, “Why did they think you were an outcast?”

You omitted why you sought out Imogen in the first place, so you’re not about to explain to Larissa that your mouth was essentially fused to Imogen’s neck while on the dance floor. You hoped this placated the woman beside you, “Uh, they picked me up from Nevermore and had just assumed I was a vampire.”

Sensing that she was not being given the entire truth, Larissa eyed you curiously. Her familiarity with outcasts meant she could understand each give-away for various species. Unfortunately, these precautions were to ensure safety when out around the town. Sirens were instructed to hide their amulets around their necks in their clothes. Gorgons were taught to wear baggier hats so that tight fabric didn’t show the outline of their snakes. Vampires were taught to drink their blood packs out of opaque tumblers and wear special contacts if they were light sensitive. Even sunglasses started to be questioned by townsfolk for those who wore Nevermore uniforms. Larissa never saw you wear sunglasses or carry around any travel mugs. The image of you against Imogen’s neck appeared in her mind and wouldn’t leave. She despised the thought, even though it was the most likely explanation.

At a loss of what to say next, the two of you passed time by eating sandwiches and breaking down the interviews thus far.

“Your answer to Yoko’s final question before being interrupted, what were you going to say?”

You chew and swallow the food in your mouth, making way for an adequate answer. You didn’t know how much to divulge to the woman in front of you. “My best friend, Kome. I’ve always been a bit justice-oriented—guess that comes with being queer and neurodivergent—but I am fiercely protective of outcasts and what they represent. Kome is the strongest person I know and has been through so much at the hands of normies. Hell, even from other outcasts that have internalized normie narratives.” Your eyes flare, as if you are remembering a specific incident.

Continuing while staring into the fireplace, you add, “When she confided in me about being an outcast, I was so sad that she worried how I would react. She deserves armies of support, and I can’t imagine a better person. Making the world just a little bit safer or more understanding regarding outcasts is the least I can do. As a normie, it’s so fucked that my voice is privileged above others’. Because of this, I will always defend those who are marginalized and uplift their voices instead. That’s why I’m a little wary of all the interviews this week. So far most of the questions focus on who I am, but this isn’t about me. It’s about the issues at hand.”

Larissa didn’t expect to be so moved by your response—the raw vulnerability that you had shared with her. Once again, you were proving to be a conundrum for the principal. Senseless attraction or lust was something that could be managed. The tug in her chest pleading to share secrets, small joys, trauma, and deep desires and goals? That was exactly what Larissa didn’t need to deal with.

No response was given by the older woman next to you, not for many moments. Glossy eyes find yours, and Larissa clears her throat to speak. “I had a brother, you know.”

Of course you didn’t know; Larissa was a pretty private person about family. Sensing she needed assistance to get the rest out, you nudge gently, “You did?”

“A twin brother. He-…” Tears bead against Larissa’s lower eyelids, threatening to spill over and ruin her impeccable foundation and blush. “He’s no longer with us. He passed when I was young.”

You nod slowly, almost gravely at her. Anything to let Larissa know you were here and that whatever she uttered in the space between you would be safe. Safe and tucked away again. Almost involuntarily your hand reaches out to caress hers. You tried to convey everything you were thinking through the simple touch. You didn’t dare speak and break the intimacy between you two in this moment.

A ragged, cathartic sigh resonates out from Larissa after awhile of sitting together, hands embraced. “I’ve only ever told one other person about him. A roommate from when I was a student at Nevermore.”

As if she was suddenly aware of her openness and how near your face was to hers while leaning over to hold her hand, Larissa breaks her hand away and rises to stand against the fireplace. The absence of her hand is replaced by cool air dancing across the skin of your palm.

“We don’t want to be late for the press release in Jericho!”

Without missing a beat, you retort playfully while also standing, “And I’ll be driving, Miss Two Glasses of Wine.”

It seems that getting to know Larissa would be challenging, but you understood the significance of today. You knew it wouldn’t be a race or a sprint. In fact, you were prepared for a marathon. If the best things take time, then so be it.

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Tagging: @readingtheentrails, @justcallmelittleone, @enchantressb, @jeepingay, @gwendolinechristieiscute. Let me know if you want tagged or untagged. :)

#topic of study #chapter 4 #larissa weems x reader #larissa x reader #larissa weems #phd student #grad student #attraction #lust #eventual smut #age difference #fanfiction #ao3 #fanfic #wednesday

[lightupthemoon]

The Effect You Got on Me (Part 1)

Part I: I know better than to call you mine

PART 2 // PART 3 // PART 4 // PART 5

Summary: After having a hard time dealing with a breakup, your friend Kate suggests hooking up with someone else to get your ex out of your system. What happens when, one thing leads to another, and you end up in her bed?

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Reader.

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI. This one, honestly, is just smut.

Word count: 3.7 K

Read on AO3

Author's note: Phew. This one was supposed to be something short and fun but it got away from me quite quickly, tbh. This is loosely based on a few songs I love, this part specifically on Plot Twist by Marc E. Bassy (Feat. Hailee Steinfeld) and Let's Fall In Love For The Night by FINNEAS. I don't know how many more parts there will be, but there will be more. This is entirely self-indulgent, but let me know what you think. Enjoy!

If anyone had told you three months ago that you’d be in the position you were at that moment, pressed against a wall while Kate Bishop made quick work of getting rid of your pants, you would have called them a liar. Honestly, even when you could feel everything she was doing burning in the deepest part of your core, you still weren’t entirely sure it was really happening. 

It all started when your on-again-off-again girlfriend Sharon broke up with you for the hundredth time. Your friends were not fond of her and listening to America's rant on why Sharon Carter was bad news seemed like the last thing you wanted to do after getting your heart broken. If anything, the first order of business was to wallow in self-pity and cry.

The only one of your friends that wouldn't call your shit on how toxic your relationship had gotten was Kate Bishop. Sure, that only meant you weren't that close but she was funny and easy to talk to. Without even thinking too much about it, you found yourself at her door and she took you in without hesitation. With concern written all over her face, Kate made you tea, listened to every teary word that came out of your mouth, and ultimately fell asleep with you, holding you in her arms only because you asked her not to leave you alone. 

From that day forward, you became inseparable. Your every day became filled with rants about Kate’s various eccentric interests as you tagged along to her practices, and your endless thoughts on your relationship with Sharon that nobody else would listen to as she walked you to class and back to your dorm.  Kate never judged you. She listened attentively, and only ever gave her advice when you asked for it. 

That’s how you ended up there, really.  Midterms were well underway and you were stressed out of your mind. You only wanted to study and do well in your exams–the last thing you needed was to run into Sharon on your way to the library, shamelessly flirting with some dude you recognize from her English class. She was pulling all of the tricks she used to charm her way into your heart once upon a time and it made your blood boil, how meaningless your two-year relationship seemed to be for her. In an attempt to lighten your sour mood, you texted Kate to meet you after classes at your hideout, a small diner off-campus that you always went to for burgers and strawberry milkshakes. 

It was a stupid comment, a fleeting idea that came flying right out of Kate’s mouth, like most of her thoughts, when you asked how to forget about Sharon once and for all. 

"Hook up with someone else," She said with a certain nonchalance as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. " Cleanse your palate and get her out of your system." 

You scoffed, squirting ketchup on the corner of your plate to dip your fries. "Yeah, right. Not all of us are proficient at picking up chicks like you are, Bishop. Be serious." 

"I am being serious!" She exclaimed, before taking a sip from her strawberry milkshake. "That’s exactly what she’s doing. Why can't you?" 

"God, no, I couldn't," you chuckled, watching Kate scrunch up her nose as she picked out the pickles on her burger and set them apart. "Call me old-fashioned but I need to have some sort of connection with someone to even think of being physical with them. I wouldn't even know where to begin." 

"Well, do it with a friend, then," Kate shrugged, stealing one of your fries. "Someone you know but isn't close enough to make things awkward." 

You almost choked on your drink. "Sounds like you've done it before." 

"A gentlewoman doesn't kiss and tell." 

You rolled your eyes at the idea at the time but she planted a seed in your brain. You kept running into Sharon and her endless prospects everywhere and it angered you, how easily she could throw away what you had without a second thought while you were still mopping around about it. Kate was right—you needed to get her out of your system. 

Naturally, you thought about the options. Peter was far too innocent, he'd blush at the mention of it. America would not have it, she'd tell you to suck it up and learn to cope with your emotions as a good best friend would do. Yelena wouldn't touch it with a ten-foot pole. You could almost hear her saying "that's a Kate Bishop kind of thing. Ask her." and the more you thought about it, the more it made sense. 

It had been her idea, after all. 

One evening when things had gotten a bit too stressful and you couldn’t handle it anymore, you showed up at Kate’s door, a bit of liquid courage running through your veins, and told her she was right. You looked at her with your pleading eyes, pressed your body against her, and asked her to take you, to fuck you so good you’d forget Sharon’s name. You left a kiss near the corner of her mouth and Kate was sure that, had it been anyone else, she would have said no.

 It was the sort of thing she avoided, the kind of thing that could potentially come back to bite her in the ass. 

However, she couldn’t say she hadn’t wondered what it would be like to be with you. 

You were there for the taking and she was weak. 

"Are you sure about this?" 

"Does it look like I'm not?" 

Kate smirked at your response and pressed her lips against yours, pushing you more against the wall behind you and slipping her hands up your shirt. Your lips parted open at the cold touch of her calloused fingers against your warm skin, and her tongue made its way into your mouth. She swallowed the moan that escaped your throat, your fingers disappearing in strands of black hair as you pulled her closer.  

"I'm just making sure," the archer muttered when she drew back, only to move her mouth to your jaw and make her way down to your neck in sloppy kisses. "'cause we can still stop." 

 Stopping seemed well beyond the realm of possibility while she sucked and nibbled on your skin. You breathed out a laugh as Kate relished the little whimpers that escaped your lips every time her teeth graced a sensitive spot, swiping her tongue to soothe the skin of every little mark she left behind. "What? Are you all talk and no game, Bishop?" 

You felt her hum happily against your skin. A moment later, however, she pulled back and gave you one last questioning look. You held her dizzying gaze for a moment, hoping your eyes conveyed the desire you felt all over your body, chewing on your bottom lip out of nerves.

"Oh, honey, just remember you asked for it." Kate licked her lips in anticipation. "Take off your shirt." 

You knew in every single one of your bones that it was a bad idea. She was your friend–you shouldn't cross that line. But while she looked at you like that, you couldn't seem to care.

The stormy waters in her eyes fell to the swell of your breasts as your shirt fell to the floor and the evident lust in her gaze made you tremble. She lost no time in pulling you back into her, unclasping your bra in one swift motion and throwing it across the room. One of her hands returned to your waist and flushed your bodies together, taking one of your nipples with her plush lips. Your eyes fluttered shut and your jaw fell ajar at the sensation, the pleasure so sudden you didn't know what to do with your hands. You settled on placing them on her hips. 

"Fuck, that's good," the words slipped out of your mouth in a whiny whisper, throwing your head back onto the wall. "So, so good."

"Yeah, baby?" She answered in a low voice that sent jolts of electricity down to your core, her lips leaving one breast in favor of the other. "I'm just getting started." 

Your grip on her hips tightened as she lightly touched your sensitive bud with the edge of her teeth, her free hand finding your neglected breast with a gentle squeeze. Each of her fingertips graced your nipple, drawing small circles with the pad of her thumb. A stream of profanities tumbled out of your throat without meaning to, said in heavy breaths and unfiltered moans that only encouraged Kate to continue.  

You whimpered out her name and her mouth took over yours for a messy kiss that tasted as the peppermint tea left forgotten on her coffee table. The smell of her perfume invaded your senses, a mix of lavender and musk, intoxicating in a way you couldn't begin to explain, her hands now tracing the skin of your stomach.

“God, you look so good like this,” she breathed out, her hands ghosting over your bare torso while she eyed you with want coming out of her pores. “Bet you make the prettiest little sounds when you come.” Her hands landed on your ass and you let out an almost imperceptible gasp, so unbelievably turned on your legs were about to give out. 

She must have noticed because she said, "Let's take this upstairs,” before she wrapped both her arms around your waist. Instinctively, you wrapped your legs around her and couldn’t contain the filthy whines that escaped you when you felt her still covered abs pressed against your drenched core. A knowing laugh bubbled out of Kate as she carried you up the stairs to her bed as if you were made of feathers. 

The archer settled you down and, with her eyes fixated on you, she lifted off her shirt and dropped it to the floor, snatching the air right out of your lungs in the process. You knew how diligent she was with her workout routine but somehow it never occurred to you how absolutely jacked she would be. Now that you knew, you wanted nothing else but to run your tongue over every single one of her muscles. 

“Can I take these off?” She asked seductively, hovering over you and sliding her fingers at both sides of your underwear. Unable to speak, you nodded frantically, already at her mercy. She discarded your panties with a smirk back on her face. 

“You’re so wet already,” she cooed, spreading your legs open and pressing a kiss to your right thigh. “Bet you’re dying for me to touch you, aren’t you, baby girl?” her lips found your left thigh, near where you needed her most but not quite close enough and your hips buckled involuntarily, searching for friction. Her smirk only grew. “I’m gonna make you feel so good the only thing you'll remember is my name.”

Whatever you wanted to say in response died in the back of your throat as your eyes rolled to the back of your head when you felt her slender fingers finally slide through your slit, your breathing picking up immediately. A low fuck escaped Kate, her exploring movements on your clit unhurried and torturous as her lips found their way back to your neck. Your moans were loud and unreserved, the burning in your core so intense you knew you wouldn't last too long. 

“Please, Kate, faster,” you whined. Her blown pupils held your own, a glint of something you couldn’t quite pinpoint in them. She picked up her pace and your hands reached for her, searching for something to hold on to. 

You pulled her face back down into you, your tongues meeting halfway in an open-mouthed kiss that sent electric waves all through your body. Those waves only intensified when she finally slid two fingers inside you and thrust in and out of you at a steady pace. You threw your head back into the pillow, unable to focus on anything but how your hips desperately started following the same pattern as Kate's fingers. 

"Fuck, just like that," you blurted out as you could. "God, you feel so good."

She hummed in satisfaction, circling your clit with her thumb and curling her fingers inside you, hitting the perfect spot with every thrust. Your neck was covered in love bites and you were sure the skin underneath the back of Kate's sports bra was probably raised and swollen with how hard you kept dragging your nails through her back. She added a third finger and the stretch it was giving you was so good, so intense, you knew you'd topple over the edge at any second. Kate knew it, too. 

“Do you wanna come, baby girl?” Her hot breath hit your ear and it made you shudder. Your mind a floaty mess unable to form coherent thoughts, you nodded. Kate shook her head in disapproval, nibbling on your earlobe before she said, “Imma need you to say it, Y/N.” 

You inhaled sharply, trying to regain any sort of control to answer her. “Kate,” was all you managed to whisper between whines and she moved back, eyeing you amused. 

“What do you need, Y/N? Tell me.”

“I–I…” You stuttered out and her fingers slowed down just a bit, making you grunt in frustration. That was the opposite of what you wanted. 

She smiled. “Just say it, baby, and I’ll give it to you.”

You took another shaky breath and your eyes met Kate’s. You melted. “Please, Kate, please, make me come. I wanna come for you, please," you pleaded pitifully and on any other occasion, you have hated the sound of those words out of your mouth. But right then, you would have begged on your knees if necessary.

"Well, who am I to say no to that?" She replied with arrogance in her voice, gracing the side of your neck with her teeth. "Come for me, gorgeous." 

The rhythm of her fingers increased ruthlessly and her attention on your clit dangled on the edge of just perfect and too much. The scent of sweat and sex that filled the room inebriated your senses to the point that you almost didn't notice Kate's moans mixing with yours. That was all it took for you to finally reach the highest point of ecstasy. The waves of pleasure hit you so hard you were no longer in control of your body, coming undone on her fingers as she gave you something to clench on to ride your high as long as you could. Kate peppered featherlight kisses on all the skin in her reach, slowing down the movements of her fingers as you come back down from your haze. 

How was it humanly possible to feel that good?

Kate bracketed you with a hand on each side of your head, caging you in with her body. While she waited for your breathing to slow down, she continued with the featherlight kisses on either side of your neck and trailed upward, from your jaw to each cheek, until she landed on your lips. You returned the kiss, bringing up one of your hands to the back of her neck. 

"So I was right," Kate whispered when your breathing returned to normal, pulling back just enough to look you in the eye. 

You still weren’t sure you remembered how to speak. "About?" 

"You do make the prettiest little sounds when you come," she replied with a smug grin on her face. "Kinda wanna hear it again." 

You shuddered, the heat immediately returning to you at the mere thought of what she was capable of doing to you and, even just barely out of a powerful orgasm, how badly you wanted it again. You swallowed the lump in your throat and ran your nails down Kate's back, making her close her eyes for a moment at the contact. You could almost swear she shivered, too. She inadvertently ran her tongue across the pink of her lips and you sighed, wanting it back in your mouth. 

"Not so fast, Bishop," You muttered, bringing your hand down to meet the other on her back. She raised an eyebrow and before she could ask what you meant, you swiftly flipped your positions, landing on top of her. Kate gasped, delighted. "It's my turn now." 

—

As dramatic as it sounds, by the end of the night you were sure you would never be the same again. 

Kate knew where to touch, what to say, what buttons to press to leave you begging for more, even when she pushed you over the edge more times than anyone ever had in one night. However, none of that beat the way her face contorted and your name tumbled out of her lips when you made her come. You were sure your name would never sound as good as it did as she squirmed and trembled with your mouth on her clit and your fingers deep within. You took a deep breath, your stomach filled with butterflies. 

Sprawled out on the mattress trying to recover your strength after quite literally the best sex of your life, the fog in your mind started to dissipate and as much as you didn't want to think about it, the realization of what you had done came crashing down with a vengeance. 

You had slept with Kate Bishop, the friend that made you tea and responded to your whiny rants about your crappy love life with pictures of her dog to make you smile. Not only that, but you had slept with Kate Bishop, the girl everyone wanted and no ever got to keep. All the stories ended the same way–Kate would give all the girls she fucked the night of their lives only to walk away without a second glance as soon as she was done.

Now that you were another name on her list, how could things remain the same? 

Had your inability to deal with your emotions just cost you a friend? 

"I haven't gone grocery shopping yet this week because I've been swamped with homework and practice but I found a granola bar so we're gonna have to share," Kate's voice coming up the stairs snapped you out of your thoughts, handing you a bottle of water and half the bar. She was now wearing the same shirt from earlier and a fresh pair of black underwear. "I thought I had some Mac N Cheese somewhere but I suppose Lena ate it all last time she was here." 

"Thanks," you mumbled absentmindedly, your mind running a thousand miles per hour. Kate hummed in acknowledgment, walking towards her dresser. 

"It's quite late but there's a pizza place nearby that has 24-hour delivery," Kate continued as she looked through some drawers, pulling various clothes out. "It's not the best but desperate times, right?" She looked back at you with a soft smile, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion right after at the troubled expression on your face. "You okay there?" 

You exhaled heavily, looking down at the snack in your hands. 

"Don't worry about it, Kate," you spoke, your voice hoarse and strained from all the screaming you did. You cleared your throat. "Just give me a few minutes to regain my strength and I'll get out of your hair." 

The crease in her eyebrows deepened. "Don't be ridiculous, it's late." 

"Come on, Bishop, I know you–"  

"Relax, it's not like you haven't slept over before," the archer interrupted you, brushing it off as she walked back to the bed. "It's okay." 

"But Kate–" 

"Here," Kate ignored you, handing you the clothes in her hand. "Wear this. It's comfy." 

You pulled the sheets over your bare body and rested your back on the headboard, giving her another questioning glance. "Seriously, Kate, I don't wanna fuck with your flow or anything and I'm sure America is wondering where I am." 

Kate chuckled, shaking her head and sitting by the edge of the bed. "Y/N, I promise it's fine. We are friends, there's no reason for things to be awkward." She gave you a reassuring smile and you saw it again, that glint in her eyes you couldn't pinpoint. It made the blue, green, and silver tones in her eyes pop like water in a lake on a summer day. You wanted to drown in them. "And I texted Mer a bit ago to tell her you were here so you're all covered. Now eat that snack and drink your water, I'm sure you need it. That was…" She paused. Earth-shattering? Mind-blowing? Life-changing? "Intense." 

You felt a flush take over your face, a nervous laugh stumbling out of your teeth. "Sure was. I thought all those girls were just hyping you up but damn, fifteen out of ten. Excellent service." You cursed yourself mentally as soon as you heard the words you said. Of all things you could say, that's what you went with? 

Luckily, Kate laughed. "You're welcome, I guess? You weren't so bad yourself. I'll give you a twelve out of ten."

You gasped, feigning offense. "twelve?! I gave you a fifteen!" 

"As you should." 

You lightly pushed her shoulder, and she giggled, the sound melodious in a way you never heard it before. "You're a jerk." 

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Kate brushed you off with a grin, getting up from the bed. "I'll go order that pizza," she pointed at you with her index finger. "Eat and drink your water. I'll be right back." 

You watched her walk down the stairs with a bit of anxiety leaving your head. Maybe things would remain the same. So what if you knew what she looked like naked and the way she tasted? You weren't in love with her. It was a one-time thing. You could carry on with being friends and never speak of it again. 

You nodded, determined, pulling the purple shirt Kate gave you over your head, the sweet scent of lavender and musk engulfing you again. You inhaled, a little smile tugging on the corners of your mouth. 

Everything would be just fine. 

#kate bishop x reader #kate bishop x female reader #kate bishop x yn #kate bishop smut #kate bishop fic #kate bishop #hawkeye series #marvel fanfiction #kate bishop imagine #kate bishop x you #hailee steinfeld x reader #hailee steinfeld #writing #the effect you got on me

[trulybetty]

Sunday Week in Review XI

This week's header is dedicated to @legendary-pink-dot for the idea of Dieter being his own 80s sitcom 😝💕

Is everyone okay this morning? Have we all recovered from last night? Do we need to hydrate, grab a snack (not that kind of snack) and recoup? Any welfare checks we need to send out? Phew 🫠

It's been a slog to get through this week, and I didn't get to as much reading as I wanted, which you'll see below. These daily prompts have been taking up more time than I expected and work has picked up (rude). But I'm also realising as I read through people's weekly round-ups, that I've missed a lot this week that I haven't seen come across my dash.

So if you've posted something this week (fanfic, thots or anything else) and you'd like to share it - feel free to drop it in my DM's or as an Asks!

T R U L Y  U P D A T E S . . .

oct' x 15 - first wine (sequins!joel x reader)

oct' x 16 - flying kites (frankie x reader)

oct' x 17 - whispers (chiffon!dieter x bryony)

oct' x 18 - picking apples (sequins!joel x reader)

oct' x 19 - ghosts (dieter x f!reader)

oct' x 20 - sweater weather (chiffon!dieter x bryony)

oct' x 21 - acorns (tim rockford x f!reader)

birthdays, besties & bravos (celebrating the lovely @wildemaven)

W H A T  I  R E A D . . .

A Safe Haven | Chapter 9 (Joel) (Check TW’s) by @joelsgreys This was the update I've been so patiently waiting for and it did not disappoint! This is a fantastic series that I never thought I'd get so emotionally invested in - but that's how good Vee is! This is always one of my top recommendations when suggesting Joel fanfics to read!

Working Title | Chapter 14 (Dieter) by @rhoorl Another great update for Dieter and Belle - I'm rooting for these two from the sidelines and I'm exciting to see how things play out for them!

Delta Landscaping | Chapter 8 (Triple Frontier + Pedro Characters) by @rhoorl Okay, there's not one, but two Pedro Character appearances this week and I'm trying to figure out how I can move to Mule Falls Court like yesterday - because it's all going down over there and I highly recommend this be added to your reading if you haven't read it yet. A Month of Sundays (Various) by @gnpwdrnwhiskey I'm living for all of these prompts and I can't choose one or two because they've all been soooo good!

M E M O R A B L E  P O S T S . . .

I'm on edge as @for-a-longlongtime shares more of their WIP that is Peña x Rockford x Reader, with that line up you know it's going to be good!

Self Care with Dieter & Jett (@morallyinept) - this week it's emotions and highlights some important stuff!

More Dieter and his hippo table shenanigans delivered by @i-love-movies to @gnpwdrnwhiskey, this made my week 🤣

B R O U G H T  T H E  J O Y . . .

Bit of a personal one, but we got to do a little Halloween festive trip out yesterday with the little Truly's. Something you're not always able to do when you have a child with extra needs, as events such as these can be a bit overwhelming for a multitude of reasons. So when we're able to attend ones that are specially catered for families like ours, it's always a special occasion - even if it does make you realise how unfit you are wrangling two kids 🤣 Also, keeping on brand, Baby Truly adored all the Halloween decor and was waving and saying hello to her minions the props.

Watched the new Goosebumps on Disney+ not expecting much, and I actually enjoyed it. Little Betty would have been all over this as a kid.

Also, watched my annual viewing of Practical Magic, which thanks to the wonders of the digital age I own to stream to my heart's content regardless of the season.

T H I S  W E E K ' S  J A M . . .

Back in my Matchbox Twenty feels this week 💛 - this one has been in heavy rotation while writing!

Hope everyone has had a great week! Here's to a new week ahead! Hopefully, if Pedro makes another appearance we'll all be ready for it, or at least recovered by then! 😝🫠

Happy Sunday all! ☀️💛

#betty's sunday in review #sunday week in review #Spotify

[green-lights-33]

Do you like Severus? I’d love to see him in your style 💚

ur setting me up for failure here bestie. this has been in my drafts for a real long time cause I’m scared but here u go:

just a little disclaimer that i don’t give a flying fuck how anyone chooses to characterize people in their fics or otherwise. (so if you are reading this and you absolutely hate severus, then thats okay. live ur truth💋)

oookayyy. i personally believe that a lot of people are very forgiving towards reg and evan/barty and at the same time really harsh on severus. it’s almost as if in order to like a character they think that they have to be completely redeemable. and the other way around for disliking a character. supporting a flawed character does not make you a bad person. they don’t have to be all sunshine and rainbows for your love of them to be socially acceptable 🙂👍 (let your favs be bitches and let your least favs be sweethearts is essentially what I’m saying)

i think that when he was younger he would have actually been super shy and not such an outward bully. he definitely gave back what james and sirius dished out, but in a more subtle way. he was intelligent and not impulsive. he knew that j and s had the upper hand on him so he overcompensated by provoking them. if he pushed them first, then he was in control. (pretty common defense mechanism for someone with his family situation). i think that he could also be really gentle and kind too, lily was friends with him for a reason yaknow. he only became harsh and cynical as an adult because of what he went through (in his childhood and during the war). honestly, he was going back and forth between the two most dangerous people in the world, that’s bound to fuck you up a bit.

plus, i love it when fics include lily and sev’s friendship. like. guys, platonic heartbreak is the absolute worst thing in the world!! building up the snily friendship and then tearing it apart is such! good!! angst!!! it is not used enough imo. i don’t think they ever dated, and i also don’t think he was ever confident enough to reveal how much he truly loved her. also!! him and reg have such potential as friends/ allies as death eaters. reg turned to the ‘good’ side at the last minute and so did sev. imagine if they had worked together?!? ok wait now i’m getting art ideas.

phew that got long and i cbs reading through it so if there are mistakes, no there are not 👍. did i even answer ur question? yes, i think severus is fine. is he one of my fav characters? no. but i like him the same as i like peter essentially. yes, i want to make fanart with him in it and i will do so in the near future when i finally get time :) the same goes for pete, i’m just itching to make art of him!!!

#if you love barty and reg and hate sev that’s ok!!! #i’m not coming for ur necks it’s just my opinion #i just get confused when people act all high and mighty with disliking Severus as if it makes them a better person or smthn #something to know about me is I’ll always root for the pov character #i used to hate the guy and then I read a fic with his pov and I was like #wait a damn minute #pls don’t send me hate it’s my birthday in two days 🥺

[seal-berry]

sooo

-jay and little destiny left behind bonnie and jays siblings right after their father possibly died

-golbetty couldve eaten simon and he wouldve thanked her and had his wish to be with her forever granted but nope he gets to be PATHOLOGIZED! dont worry simon, your problem has a NAME and its CODEPENDENCY. phew, sure am glad that thorny, complicated topic gets wrapped up nice and neat! be sure to pick up a copy of "the body keeps the score" on the way out, simon. (no shame against that book but the things people assume after reading it are wild and labelling a relationship that has some small flaws as toxically codependent to the point of breakup is one of them)

-fionna gets to get told WHATS WHAT about how STUPID she is for wishing magic was real. just picket and play roller derby like a normal girl, its not like the world needs to REALLY change... changing it might risk what you have! and you APPRECIATE what you have, right fionna? need to watch your friends die some more so that you accept wage slavery america as the pinnacle of existence? you should be sorry for thinking it was so boring, thats not very self care of you fionna

-oh but cake gets to stay. because uhhh. idk. it would be fucked up to have a detransition narrative, i guess? and shes not a 20-something who needs to grow up. i guess we cant accidentally teach our audience to become stretchy cats, so its fine, its not teaching them anything bad! but fionna being magical, now THAT would send the wrong message

- every other couple gets to have romantic/imperfect/codependent moments-- gary sacrifices his WHOLE DREAM for marshall. but the writers know its not very 2023 of them to make the gays more problematic than just. having some psychosexual violence thrown in there for spice. but simon and betty? sorry you werent perfect and she dont want you no more

-any romance that ends with "i am willingly breaking it off with you even though we could be together" needs to work HARD for that to satisfy. golbetty couldve eaten simon and he wouldve thanked her. blowing him off into the world IS DISREGARDING HIS WISHES! it just feels like they imposed Recovery Aesthetic onto simon and fionna and were like see :) Happee Ending! dont look at all the loose threads, simon went to THERAPY! zoomers love when old men go to therapy, right?? simon and betty's issues werent wrestled hard, long, and to the ground enough on-screen to sell that she doesnt want him anymore and that that truly is the best ending she can bring with her ultimate power, it reads that golbetty truly did override betty's self and changed her into an unrecognizeable figure. its so stupid that adding a little bit of pathologizing therapy talk can make people say this was good.

and codependency IS pathologizing. how much dependency is healthy, at what point does it tip into being too toxic to save? that depends on which therapist youre talking to. humans are wired for connection, no amount of CBT and DBT will make you not mourn losing a connection, and the pain of that loss shouldnt be used as evidence that you should just be less attached. simon isnt a mind reader, and betty made her choices. you can call it a "fawn response" but that still implies that you think she was unfit for autonomy. if she really doesnt regret those choices, why doesnt she want to be with simon? that question is not answered well enough to leave it not feeling like a swerve for audience members who arent projecting their own codependent experiences onto betty. the text alone doesnt support it enough for that to ring true, not when they only actually delved into the topic for about 5-10 onscreen minutes. Not to mention the fact that the ending ends with a fucking montage where it looks like simon just turned happy and is living his dream of cheers sitcom life. is that really better than becoming one with your beloved crazy wife forever? is that actually more realistic, in the visceral emotional language that stories speak? is it a more satisfying ending, getting 80% there and then saying "actually this dramatic cool story has some Problematic Elements, I'm going home"?

i wish they gave her more lines. they couldve given her more lines, made simon talking at the audience into a real conversation, and they didnt. there were so many things they couldve done and it ended up at something just as toxic as whatever codependency they were railing against, the idea that the relationship we were shown was too toxic and flawed and that betty was clearly fawning for simon and not capable of making her own decisions while simon shouldve stepped up and fixed that for her. they want to play it like "we must go our separate ways" but there's no must. this is still a choice betty is making, to break up with simon for good, and that choice was always gonna be a hard sell but not even letting betty have more than a few lines about it? how do you expect to sell such a big emotional shift? therapy speak, apparently.

and they seriously played the "simon goes back to his life" card WITHOUT a marcy scene??? lazy heroes journey shit.

#fionna and cake

[rrxaiky]

𝐎𝐍𝐄; 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 (𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍) - 𝐊. 𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐓𝐎

ACT: CHAPTER 1. [MASTERLIST/INFORMATION], cross posted on wattpad!

WARNINGS/TAGS : F! reader, Mild angst + crack, nothing too serious. Not beta we die like me when I lost my 50/50 [1.2K WC]

"BRO, I'M YOUR MANAGER."

Ding!

You picked up your phone when you heard the notification. You had just finished a commercial shooting, and your calendar showed, ‘Meeting with Yoimiya: 6:00PM.’ It was already 5PM, and the location was actually quite far from the location of your current location. It was best if you left for the location you and Yoimiya had previously decided on. 

The sounds of footsteps and voices of people who had just gotten off work filled your ears as you arrived at the subway station. You felt lucky that the stop you were heading to didn’t have as many people on board. Just enough to keep you hidden and not get swarmed by paparazzi… Assuming you manage to get a seat where there were multiple people standing.

Lucky you, the archons must’ve been on your side today, because there were empty seats near the back of the train. 

Ding!

Another notification just as you sat down, this time being a text from Yoimiya. 

“I’ll be waiting for you outside the restaurant!” You reacted to her message with a smiling face that held a thumbs up before switching your phone off and turning your head towards the window, watching the dark walls of the underground station flash by, and hearing the rushed footsteps of people who were still rushing to get home as the voice on the train announced the stops. 

You let out a yawn on the way to your stop. You didn’t even realise that you had gotten so tired… Maybe it was from the multiple tries you had to take for filming earlier. 

It was about 5:40PM when you had finally gotten to your designated station, and you decided to text Yoimiya to let her know that you’d be arriving soon. You let out a relieved sigh when she read your message, and you walked out of the station, continuing your walk until you reached the restaurant. 

You saw Yoimiya standing outside the restaurant, her outfit, usually consisting of something that leaned into a more casual style when the both of you had meetings to discuss your commercial and modelling offers, this time formal. You knew you’d be meeting with someone else, but she didn’t tell you that you’d be meeting with someone that important today. Was the outfit you were wearing really acceptable..?!

“No need to worry! I just thought I’d try a different style today!” Yoimiya told you when she saw your expression upon seeing her. Phew. But still… “Oh stop worrying! They’re nice people! We could even be considered friends!” 

The both of you entered the semi crowded restaurant, making your way upstairs to the VIP rooms before entering one of them, and being greeted by a familiar shade of blue hair. 

“Look, bro, you have GOT TO take this meeting as a chance to-”

“Ayato! Itto! We’re here! Hope we didn’t make you wait too long,” Yoimiya greeted the two, her voice cutting off Itto’s loud words as he turned to look at Yoimiya. Itto abruptly stood up from where he sat, walking over to you and Yoimiya to properly greet you. “Yoimiya! And you must be (Name)!” 

You nodded with a smile. “Yes, I am. Nice to meet you.” “Nice to meet you too, (Name). I am Arataki Itto! Ayato’s manage-" Itto was cut off by a voice you were all too familiar with. "TEMPORARY. Manager. Thoma is on leave since he’s taking care of some business with Ayaka in Osaka.”

Itto thought for a while before continuing. “As I was saying before I was RUDELY interrupted, I’m bro’s TEMPORARY manager,” purposefully putting emphasis on the word ‘temporary.’ “How many times have I told you to not call me ‘bro’? It’s not professional-” Ayato was cut off this time by his ‘manager.’ “UPUPUPUPUP. I’m your manager now. I can call you whatever I want. Anyway, have a seat, you two!” Itto said, earning a sigh from Ayato.

Yoimiya took out some documents as soon as you were seated, handing them over to the three of you. “Okay, so, the reason I arranged this meeting is because we wanted to propose a marriage of convenience between you two.” 

“What?” The three of you sounded equally confused, with that being the last thing you’d expect Yoimiya to have said. You thought it would be an offer that required the both of you to work together, not marriage. “Itto! You’re supposed to already know about this!” Yoimiya whisper screamed to Itto, before he snapped out of his trance. 

“OH RIGHT. (Name), Ayato, you’re getting married.” “Hey- Wait! Itto! They still need to make their decisions!” “IF you agree to,” Itto finished, earning yet another sigh, this time from Yoimiya.

You scanned through the documents about the conditions. The words “Mainly for public appearance” stood out to you. You still didn’t know why Ayato stopped texting you a few years ago, so your perspective of him had changed a little… Maybe a lot.

“Ahem! I’ll go through the terms and conditions for this. The meeting will end after this, and (Name), Ayato, the both of you will have 2 weeks to make your decision before the next meeting.” Yoimiya then began to read out some of the contents. 

“The married couple will share a house after they get married, although sharing a room is optional… Finally, if both sides come to a mutual agreement, the contract will be terminated, and they will be able to get a divorce after a minimum of 3 years of being married. Great! That’s all. Do you guys have any questions?” 

A solid minute passed with an uncomfortable silence hanging in the air until the both of you spoke in unison. “No, I don’t.” The moment those words left your lips, you both looked at each other, his violet eyes making brief contact with yours before flinching away. 

“Alright then! That’s a wrap for today's meeting! We’ll meet again in two weeks’ time,” Yoimiya concluded, clasping her hands together. All of you stood up, bidding goodbye to each other. Just as you left the room, you heard shouts that were muffled by the door from inside. “YOIMIYA! Does this mean I can finally challenge you to another ramen eating competition?” You couldn’t hear anything after that, deciding to just go home. You’d have to think carefully about the decision, and to do that, you needed some time alone. 

The door clicked open just as you were about to walk away, Ayato now standing behind you. “Oh, you’re still here. Good work today, (Name).” “Same goes to you, Ayato,” you responded to him before walking ahead. You were just desperate to get home and take a shower at that point.

It wasn’t long before you got back to your apartment, and stepped into the shower. Thoughts about the meeting earlier clouded your mind. Being married to Ayato… He hadn’t been in your life since he graduated college. Why did he suddenly appear? 

You were blow drying your hair after you got out of the shower, and…

Ding!

Oh. Another notification. You thought it would be your calendar again, reminding you of the things you needed to do tomorrow, since Yoimiya would had shut her phone off during this time. It occurred to you then that tomorrow was your rest day, and your calendar was cleared. 

You picked your phone up, looking at the notifications bar. The message was from an unknown sender. Though, you did notice a name in the text that relieved your heart, knowing it wasn’t from someone random. 

“(Name), are you still awake? It’s Ayato here. Do you want to meet up?” 

RBs + Follows appreciated!! Hope you enjoyed <3

#kamisato ayato x reader #kamisato ayato #genshin ayato #genshin #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin x reader #kamisato ayato x you #arataki itto #yoimiya

[pink-bird-30]

Titans 4x08

SPOILERS AHEAD

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!!

Titans 4x08

I never paid much attention to the names of episodes until this season, especially this episode.  There is so much Dickkory goodness to break down and I am soooooo excited to do it.

First off, the interaction in the first scene had me rolling on the floor.  I just love how Dick and Kori are unintentionally funny and their reactions to the matching pjs and sharing a bed was perfection. 

“What the Fuck”

“We didn’t…”

I just wanted to know if it was Mother Mayhem or “The gatekeeper's” idea to give them this type of lifestyle.  Did they both just take a big look at Dick and Kori and got Barbie and Ken vibes? If so, I am on board.  The matching Mercedes was the cherry on top.

But I do think Kori was asking the right questions, who changed their clothes?  Who touched them?  This is such an unsettling violating situation and I think the writers did right by mentioning something about it.

Moving on,

Raven’s interaction with Sebastian (am I the only one that struggles with spelling his name?)

I didn’t mention much about Raven in my 4x07 post.  It was mostly because I didn’t think it was worth mentioning since she did play a big part in helping Dick in this episode.  She was taken by 2 towns people who are not influenced by the music, I’m a little confused that one of them is deaf and the other intentionally deafened themselves, but neither of them knew sign language?  The daughter mentioned how she loss her hearing at a young age, surely long before their town was under the curse? I’m not sure, but it definitely bothered me.

Anyways,

After Raven is captured by the towns people after the weird mass they had…(There is too much to unpack there, bear with me) the interaction she had with Sebastian really bothered me.

I just don’t understand why he doesn’t see Raven is his sister and has his best interests at heart?  Before he became Brother Blood, he willingly went with Mother Mayhem to protect his new friends, but I have this feeling that man isn’t gone just yet.  His anger towards Raven is misplaced and mostly steamed in fear but I wish he could listen to that little voice and break through the fog.

When Raven tries to warn him that if he tries to kill her he will get hurt too, he does’t believe her.  Not once has any of the Titans (besides Connor-but he’s in his Anti-hero era, so I’ll let it slide) purposely put Sebastian in harms way.

“You can’t do that”

I never understood how people can’t head the warning.  The pure shock on Sebastians face when he realizes he can’t hurt her is golden.  Especially when Raven starts to go off about Mother Mayhem using him. Joseph uses his Klaus angry face and phew 😮‍💨 I missed that angry vampire man so much.

Going back,

I forgot to point out that we are 4/4 of Dick owning/driving the douchiest cars.  My favorite running theme through this entire show.  Whoever thought of this, bless you.

On ward to the typical Batman Bullshit

“This is peak daddy bullshit”

The way I jumped out of my bed and threw a fist in the air should be illegal.  The main reason I love Dick and Kori so much is because they call each other out on their shit (Kori to Dick more often).  In theory, yes, Dick’s idea is a working idea, but the thought that pain has to be the key to bring them back is devastating.  Why no happy memories?  or love? 😉 

“It matches your outfit”

Kori always has to stick it to Dick and I am forever going to miss these moments.

The entire montage of them discussing their depressingly sad memories was awful, and seeing Dick’s flashbacks to season 1 is not what I expected to see.  I was balling at how far Dick has grown as a person.

But when he comes back to see Kori, and sees her change into Carol and “looses” her, I felt his heartbreak.  When he realized his plan did not work, the amount of regret this man must have felt was tenfold, especially when we hear what his painful memories are…

The intimacy that happen in this scene is perfection.  A lot of people want to see Kori and Dick kiss and have sex.  I’m here for the soft touches and longing stares and confessions.  Sure, they deserve to have a fantastic sexcapade, but this scene, between “Carol” and Dick, “I would never leave you” is a promise.  Dick is done with the bullshit, he needs to take control of his life again and do the right thing.

The Church

Dick’s fight scene is the church is definitely in my top 5 fight scenes for Dick.  He straight up picked up a man and tossed him across the room, I’m still fanning myself.

 The Car Ride

I love when Raven is witness to her parents’ interactions that bypass what a “friend” is.  

I’m skipping over the whole radio booth scene, yay Tim and Bernard got their shit together, and yay Dick destroyed the whole thing…Which I’m still confused by the weird dude who was hooked up to the thing to begin with…

Anyways…

KORI PICKS UP DICK’S RADIO AND IT BRINGS HER BACK.  HIS REPRESSED FEELINGS ARE WHAT BROKE HER FROM HER TRANCE I-

I AM STILL UNWELL

LIKE VERY UNWELL PEOPLE!!!

Just hearing the regret in Dick’s voice and how much thought he put into his words was breathtaking.

“Dick Grayson?”

“Kori Anders?”

SEASON 1 RECALL AGAIN

The way Dick looked at her after she said it wasn’t the bad memories that brought her back, he knows. His love brought her back and I hope he takes a very long time thinking that over before his next move.

“You look good in Pink”

Tim Drake-again, my favorite person.

I’m super excited to see what 4x09 will bring us!

Until tomorrow!

#dc titans #dick grayson #koriand'r #rachel roth #connor kent #tim drake #nightwing #starfire #raven #red robin #superboy #brenton thwaits #mame anna diop #teagan croft #jay lycurgo #joshua orpin #dickkory

[sim-songs]

Get to Know Me - Sims Edition

I was tagged by @papermint-airplane, thank you! Read my answers below

What’s your favorite Sims death?

Meteor strike! Although I can't remember the last time it has happened, I love the animations. Close second is death by vending machine, but I don't think I've ever gotted that death myself 💀

Alpha CC or Maxis Match?

Maxis Match all the way baby! Although if you've followed me long enough I have some history with Alpha as well.

Do you cheat your sims weight?

No, never! It's never been an issue in my game either, except when I had some lots with buffet tables in my save recently. I then noticed that my npc's tended to get much bigger haha, but still no cheating!

Do you move objects?

Yeah, can't live without that cheat!

Favorite Mod?

BY FAR the remove stencils mod by Velocitygrass! I use this mainly in CAS to remove EA's digusting shine on every piece of clothing. I simply go into create-a-style, open the cheat window and type "deco p" (note: once you've done that, click away to another piece of clothing. Otherwise, if you continue and edit the pattern it will snap back to the original specular) Literal lifesaver!

First Expansion/Game Pack/Stuff Pack?

I can't remember for sure, but probably Late Night, Generations, or an older stuff pack like High End Loft Stuff.

Do you pronounce live mode like aLIVE or LIVing?

Like LIVing!

Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made?

Delphini Clearwater, I just love her big personality.

Have you made a simself?

No, never. I don't want to hurt my own feelings by trying, I feel like I'd get some face or body dysmorphia if I tried.

Which is your favorite EA hair color?

They're all pretty terrible in my opinion, probably the plain black one.

Favorite EA hair?

Once again, they're all pretty terrible. I like some store hairs.

Favorite life stage?

Young Adult. Closely followed by teens, but because their faces always look funky they're not my first favourite.

Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay?

I'd say both! I go through phases for both, but I'd say I'm quite good at building now.

Are you a CC creator?

Yes I am, converter!

Do you have any Simblr friends or a Sim Squad?

I don't have a squad, but definitely some Tumblr mutuals that I think of as friends 🥰

Do you have any sims merch?

Nope, none. Closest I've got is my disk collection with enclosed booklets for Sims 3.

Do you have a YouTube for sims?

Yes! I recently made a "Convert with Me" video and might make a more in depth tutorial series, and might also make a gameplay video if I ever feel like it.

How has your “Sims style” changed throughout your years of playing?

Most noticably I switched from Alpha to Maxis Match. I also did more research on faces and body types to make more diverse sims.

What’s your origin id?

I don't know, and even if I did I wouldn't share it because I share that old ass account with my sister.

Who’s your favorite CC creator?

@nectar-cellar @sweetdevil-sims @kotajose @aroundthesims

How long have you had Simblr?

I have no idea, my guess is since around 2017.

How do you edit your pictures?

I do very minimal editing, I just crop my pictures and let gshade do the work for me.

What expansion/ gamepack is your favorite?

My top three is: University Life, World Adventures and Seasons

Phew! If you've read all of this you're awesome! I tag @hiddengnomes @hiddenspriings @nectar-cellar @rollo-rolls @faeriefrolic

#tag game #about me tag game #personal

[perhaps-in-anotherdream]

[Note]: The call and moments accompany Victor’s Trend Date. Do remember to read the date first! ♡

⌚ This post contains detailed spoilers for content yet to be released on the global server! ⌚

•─────⋅◍♡◍⋅─────•

–

✧ [CALL] ✧

Victor: Just saw the message you sent, why did you get off work early today?

MC: Because I was mainly busy with the HR department today, working on the new activities. So, called it a day when it was done.

MC: By the way, Victor, I’m going to ask you a question, and you have to answer it seriously.

Victor: What test did you see on the internet again?

MC: Not an online test. It’s a serious question!

MC: I just want to ask you, what’s your impression of me? If you had to use a few words to describe me…

MC: You have 30 seconds to contemplate it.

Victor: Sometimes slow, sometimes surprisingly smart, although silly most of the time, yet always brings surprises.

Victor: Mm… the cute kind of dummy.

MC: Phew, I can relax then…

Victor: What were you worried about?

MC: Wasn’t I saying the company was doing an induction session for new employees today? During the ice-breaking session, HR asked them to describe their impressions of me.

MC: Guess what they wrote? “Doesn’t love to smile,” “a little stern,” “very serious,” “fast-moving.”

Victor: Sounds a little familiar.

MC: That’s you! And when I reflected back on it, they were actually right.

MC: It turns out that without even realizing it, I’ve changed so much…

MC: Sob, sob, why aren’t you answering?

Victor: Nothing. I was pondering what I should say in reply.

Victor: So, are you now afraid of becoming much like me, a capitalist?

MC: It’s not that… I just feel that people really do become more and more alike when they are together for a long time.

Victor: According to what you said… how come I don’t feel that I’ve become a dummy?

MC: How come? You forgot to feed Pudding its raw diet this morning. It was meowing in anger, and I found it when I was leaving home~

Victor: …that’s called forgetting, not being a dummy.

MC: That is being a dummy!

MC: If I were Pudding, this is what I’d be meowing: “Dummy Victor! You clean forgot to give me something delicious, humph!”

Victor: Owh, so that’s how a certain someone scolds me in her mind when I forget to give her “something delicious”?

MC: Ahem, I do not. I always say so many good things about Victor in my heart, praying that he will prepare a great feast for me soon!

Victor: I don’t believe it.

Victor: How about you try saying something nice to me in person tonight and see if you truly can get a great feast out of it.

–

✧ [Moments] ✧

Victor’s Post: Is a certain someone actually changing her style of dressing, or is she role-playing?

–

⊳ OPTION A:

MC: I promise that the rest of the clothes are normal. I bought that maid outfit simply by accident!

Victor: So the butler outfit in my dresser was by accident too?

–

⊳ OPTION B:

MC: It can’t be helped. I just can’t refrain myself from “meowing” when there are cat ears on the hood of my sweatshirt...

Victor: Going through the express deliveries at the doorstep–– it appears our home is going to turn into a “zoo” for quite some time.

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⊳ OPTION C:

MC: This is how life should be, adding a little romance and fun every now and then!

Victor: The mere presence of a certain dummy by my side is already enough to make life romantic and fun.

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#AKSFBWQAEFJEZFBKFXHN *SCREAMS INTO THE VOID* THESE TWO 🛐 OUR LEGENDARY HUSBAND AND WIFE 🥴🫠 #the way brain went in ALL SORTS OF DIRECTIONS from the last line of the call to the moments 👁️👄👁️ #but the last answer tho 🥺❤️ #mlqc victor #mlqc li zeyan #mlqc #mr love victor #mr love queen's choice #恋与制作人 #李泽言 #love and producer #mlqc cn #mlqc spoilers #mlqc translations

[goldenworldsabound]

As for my more in depth thoughts about Clayman's Revenge as a whole (as of chapter 18), putting below the cut due to including Tensura Light Novel spoilers (I'm not sure through which volume, I read through 20).

It is super fascinating to have two time looping people meet like this. It makes a lot of sense that the Hero (Chloe/Chronoa/Hinata at this point in time) is disturbed by something going differently - in this case, Orbic not being destroyed.

As a Clayman fan it does make me furious that her reaction is "oh? he saved the orcs? better go kick his ass-" fkjdsahf I do understand her concern though. We know as readers that the Orc Lord is a huge stepping stone for Rimuru, and without it, I wonder if he'll manage to get strong at all. I don't know that the Hero is aware of this though? Hinata might know about it but Chloe certainly does not. But Hinata wouldn't know the details I would imagine. In any case, it is definitely something the Hero would want to keep her eye on.

Interestingly Clayman doesn't know who she is. I think that's pretty telling - either he's not paying enough attention or she hasn't become known yet where we are in the timeline.

It's also wild that Clayman just tells her the truth. His reasoning is sound and he's in a tough spot. It works better than he knows it does, I bet, since she knows that's true. If he's paying attention, he should realize she knows about "the slime" too, and that should be quite sus to him. I'm not sure if he'll realize it though fkjdshfakja I know she threatened him to keep quiet but I do hope he tells Laplace at least. It would be good for his family to be aware of this.

He must have been so frightened afterwards though. He was toyed with and he knows it, and he thinks everyone was killed...but they're fine. Phew.

Let's talk about Ant! (it/it's pronouns yoooo)

I included this panel because it actually highlights 2 fascinating things - one, Ant is STRONG and 2 it's clear Ant can understand what's being said and feel complex emotions in response. Ant doesn't like how Yamza talks about it, so Ant kicks his ass. Clayman meanwhile is like hehe my Ant is cute and this is not a problem that it's beating Yamza up

Particularly from later LN, we know that insectors are strong. I do wonder if Clayman could even name Ant without dying. An Orc is one thing. An Ant? An Insector? That's another entirely. Especially since it's already so strong.

I don't really have a point here but the Ant alone has a lot of potential to change things.

Not to mention, chapter 17 as well, Raine has now been basically told to go watch/work under Clayman. I'm very curious to see how that plays out. He did kind of tell her to fuck off in 16 (I need to reread it esp now that we have official translation). She will be such a troublesome subordinate for him if she does end up working under him!

AND we love to see the Milim friendship - I'm hoping that even if Clayman does get Kondo'd (bitch) that Milim will see it and rescue him.

My last thought here is...how will Clayman awaken? It seems to be a key thing we're building towards so I suspect it will happen. But how, without character development integrity loss? He understands that souls are involved now. And that seems to be the only way, really. But it would be counter to his development so far to arrange a war and such...but Fuze is quite good at coming up with situations that result in awakenings without being a terrible person or as a result of being forced to defend oneself. Maybe someone will attack Clayman with an army and he'll have to defend. I don't think it will come only at the end of the manga though - I think he'll awaken before then and we'll get to see things shift with the other Demon Lords, and see him continue to get stronger.

Anyway, those are my thoughts at the moment!!! Feel free to share yours (politely and respectfully, no Clayman hate please) as well!

#clayman #clayman's revenge #tensura #ttigraas