#it does suck though because I’m already in a dark place when I need to vent so it takes very little for me to go into self hate if I’m left

[gooberino]

You ever vent to someone and they don’t respond and then as you start feeling better you feel really strong secondhand embarrassment for them?

Like oh no I hope they don’t feel bad for not responding/seeing it til now. Then I get really embarrassed that I have a vent to them that they might feel obligated to awkwardly respond to.

#it does admittedly hurt a bit too but it’s because I set the bar way too fucking high #like oh friend I care about is having a bad time? let me drop everything and put my life on pause to listen to you #and then I get surprise pikachu faced when not everyone does that #it does suck though because I’m already in a dark place when I need to vent so it takes very little for me to go into self hate if I’m left #alone #They tell you to rely on your friends and loved ones but I’ve never had a reliable support system #and it fucks with you #I feel I gotta do almost everything myself

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

Princess | Short #1

There's something happening between you two.

Tags/Warnings: Wolfdog Hybrid!Jungkook, Showdog Hybrid!Reader, Enemies to lovers, Angst, Fluff?, Brat!Reader, Jungkook has major brat tamer energy, reader has some issues

Length: 1.6k words

A/N: I will force feed you this AU and you will like it 👿

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Despite Jungkook having agreed to help you, he still continues to work on that choreography the same way as before, ruthlessly pushing you further and further despite your very much constant complains.  

Apparently, according to him, it’s not about the whole contest anymore. But instead, to teach you ‘something’. What it is, he won’t say- but you’re sure that’s all just an excuse anyways to torture you.  

But you’re not going down so easily.  

“How many times do I need to tell you that you have your own snacks?!” Jungkook complains, showing the empty bag of crackers to you, at the sight of which you simply sit in the middle of the practice room, tail happily wagging as if you don’t even know what he’s talking about. “And I’m sure you drank my water too.” He accuses, and you just shrug.  

“Maybe.” You answer. “The crackers sucked though. Way too bland. Do you always just eat old people snacks?” You question, irritating him further. It’s clear that you’re testing your boundaries with him, and most of all his patience- because lets be real, its funny as hell to make him angry. Mostly because you know he’d never actually get too upset with you- if he was to ever do so, you’re sure he’d give you a fair warning way before that line has actually been stepped over.  

Though, clearly, you’ve not really realized yet that you two have actually become closer up until this point- and that also means that Jungkook no longer tries to stay as far away as he can from you.  

So when he returns to the practice room with new snacks of his own and a bottle of sweet electrolyte juice, you’re already up on your feet, happily looking what he’s got himself- before he suddenly takes off his hoodie, catching you entirely off guard and freezing you in place for a good second, because wow. 

He’s got an extensive collection of art beneath the skin of one of his arms up to his hand even, and his physique is definitely also not to be played around with. Years of serious dancing and working out have clearly created the man he is today-  

And suddenly, your world is dark for a good second, as he pushes his hoodie over your head.  

You’re confused, when he suddenly pulls on the sleeves your arms are not yet pulled through, as he instead ties them behind your back, successfully immobilizing you. He picks you up and sits you in one of the chairs after he's done, leaning in close once you're seated, summoning the audacity to smirk at you.  

“Timeout, you gremlin.” He tells you, before he sits down next to you to eat his food, all while you can’t do anything but watch, wide eyed and completely confused.  

And instead of arguing, you just pull in your legs after toeing off your shoes, pouting to yourself while enjoying his scent. You’d never openly admit it, but he does smell nice- both the laundry detergent he uses for his clothes, and, well, his own scent. You blame it on the fact that throughout your career until now, you’ve barely had any close interaction with another male hybrid like this- so it’s probably just the fact that you’re not used to this.  

“Take it off.” You demand, and he shakes his head.  

“Nop.” He denies, and you swing your legs on the chair as you’ve let them fall down again.  

“I need to go pee.” You tell him, and at that he sighs, before he unravels the sleeves- 

Just for you to slip your hands through them, and steal his bottle of juice as you run into the hallway, hearing his footsteps loudly right behind you, hand having slapped against the door you’d tried to swing close behind you. You don’t get very far when he suddenly grabs the back of the sweater, pulling you closer again to try and lift you. “No- No no, I really need to go pee!” You deny, standing in front of him now after having avoided his grip.  

“Alright, let’s go then.” He says, grabbing the hood of the sweater to drag you to the restrooms, taking the bottle away from you. “Go pee.” 

“I don’t have to anymore.” You say, and he narrows his eyes at you.  

“Too bad.” He denies. “Go squeeze something out, I’m not gonna take you again.” He threatens, and you reluctantly go anyways, before you re-emerge, glaring at him, until you have an idea. He watches as you stand in front of him, putting on your best puppy-dog eyes, and holding your arms out upwards to him. “What.” He asks, arms crossed.  

“Carry me?” You ask, and he thinks about it for a good second, before he agrees.  

“Alright.” He nods. 

“Wait, really?!” You ask, surprised- when suddenly, your world is upside-down, with him carrying you over his shoulder, one arm holding onto your legs so you don’t tip over and fall off his back. And he hears you laugh about it most of all, your fluffy, curled tail wagging right into his face if it wasn't for his other hand holding it down as well, his own lips turned into a smile.  

Because honestly, this is what your life is supposed to be like. Happy, fun, and most of all, normal.  

It’s clear to him that you’ve simply never really had any proper interactions before that could’ve taught you how to socialize and get used to general manners- if anything, you most likely always got what you wanted just to have you shut up and be quiet. And eventually, when you grew up into an adult that you are now, things simply had gotten stuck like this. 

The reason why he thinks this, is just how.. Helpless you seem at the simplest of interactions. From simple questions about your hobbies, to normal touches like a hug for a greeting, everything appears to be foreign to you. And you mask that insecurity and lack of understanding with attitude- because up until now, most likely, this must’ve been your best defense. Everyone would leave you alone if you got cranky, and so, these days, you must feel extremely confused and without any direction, considering that this doesn’t work with him.  

But you’ve got to learn. Not just basic manners, but also the fact that not everyone in the world is out to get you.  

Especially not him.  

Back in the practice room, you’re now on his lap, where he’s got your hands behind your back, held by your wrists in his hand, grip strong. “We gotta practice.” You whine, but he knows that’s not what you’re going to do once he lets go.  

“We do.” He agrees. “And we will, once you’ve finished your tantrum.” He tells oyu, and you scoff.  

“I’m not having a tantrum. You’re being an asshole!” You tell him. “Who cares if I eat your snacks? You can just get new one’s!” You complain, and he shakes his head at that.  

“It’s not about that. What’s mine is mine, and what’s yours is yours. If I want to take something from you, I’ll ask. If you want something from me, you’ll have to ask as well.” He explains, and you kick out your legs, trying to get off- but he’s got a strong hold on you, so you’re stuck in place.  

“I’m not a child!” You bark, slipping off of his legs to instead lay on the floor now. He raises a brow.  

“You’re sure acting like one.” He says, crossing his arms. “Don’t you have boundaries that you’d like respected?” He asks, looking down at where you’re laying on the floor at his feet, and you stare at him for a second with an unsure gaze, before you slowly sit up, eyes glossy. It’s obvious that sentence must’ve hit a sore spot for you, because you’re visibly fighting another emotional outburst as you try and swallow down any tears that want to escape.  

It’s quiet. Mostly because you don’t want to break down, and he doesn’t want to say anything that might set you off. He hates seeing you like this- but he knows that one way or another, you’ll have to face these things.  

“I’ll respect any boundary you give me.” He tells you. “I promise you that. But you’ll have to do the same for me, because that’s fair, right?” He asks, and you take in a deep breath, before you lean against his leg, head resting against his thigh.  

“I’m sorry.” You mumble quietly, and he reaches out to out a comforting hand on your head. “I’ll be more fair.” You say, and he smiles.  

“Thank you.” He offers, before you look up at him.  

“Can we practice more now?” You ask, and he shrugs.  

“If you want to.” He says, and you nod.  

“It’s.. Actually fun. If you don’t nag all the time.” You playfully argue, making him roll his eyes.  

“I’m just trying to get you to do your best.” He denies, and you smile brightly at that, tail wagging on the floor, a sight he’s come to really like.  

“Thank you.” You say, and for the first time, he has to admit- 

You can actually be really fucking cute, if you want to be. 

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[hrryshoney]

soon you will be mine, but i want you now

matty healy x reader

A/N: the picture? i’m just a sleaze, sorry! yeah this is part 2 to my previous matty fic! again, i apologize for any switching perspectives. lmk if i’m bad at writing smut.. honest reviews pls!

warnings: smut, literally sex lmao. idiots in love, are they gonna fuck while he’s sick? …sorry, but it wasn’t that bad in the first place! the drama queen likes to play it up. very wordy. bad writing..?😕

You and Matty were friends. Best friends. Well, maybe more than that now. Because you didn’t know any friends who did this with each other, best or not.

Matty’s lips were on yours. Moving firmly against one another. You were in a daze, it seems, because you don’t know how or when you began straddling his lap. Or maybe he put you there? Either way.

He was kissing you with such fervor that it made your whole body hot. He bit down on your lip, and you let out a truly pathetic gasp. This gave him an opening, and he slipped his tongue in your mouth. You could feel his smile against your lips.

Matty Healy was going to drive you insane, if he hadn’t already.

You pulled back and put your hands on his chest, breathing heavily. “Need air, Matty. Jesus, you got the lungs of a swimmer or some shit?” You move your neck back farther.

His lips chase yours. He pants, “Just got a lot of practice.” He attaches his lips to your neck. “Wanna practice on you, now.” You feel his teeth sink in, a little above your collarbone. His mouth sucks on the spot.

“You’re- you’re gonna leave a mark.” Your sentence is finished off with a half whimper/half pant. He’s really affecting you. Who knew suppressing emotions for your best friend would lead to tension filled foreplay?

“Mhm, good. Show ‘em all.” He licks over the spot he just sucked. “Can’t wait to see the mark, been wanting you like this for too long.” This is a Matty you’ve never seen before. Eyes dark, ravenous. His hair is messy atop his head, his chest is rising and falling rapidly. You think you want to become accustomed to this Matty.

“You have?” It’s a genuine question, although a stupid one. He just gave you a hickey and you’re asking if he wants you? Maybe it’s an ego thing, but you just want confirmation. You’ve been pining after him for far too long, and now that you have him.. it’s safe to say you want to keep him.

“You’re an oblivious little thing. I’ve always fancied you. Thought for sure ya noticed. Doesn’t matter, though. Have ya now.” Matty continues his assault on your neck, moving lower and lower now. The neck of his your oversized tee is moving lower with each kiss. “Can I take this off you, darling?” His eyes search yours for consent.

You barely get to finish your nod as he yanks the shirt over your head. You had forgone a bra today. Thinking you were only taking care of Matty, and that the tee covered your nipples, you didn’t see the point. Now though, on Matty’s lap, you feel all too exposed.

His eyes are glued to your chest, hands resting on your waist and squeezing the skin every so often. That look in his eyes is going to kill you. But what really does it is the small fuck me that’s whispered under his breath. Your hips give an involuntary roll against his own.

Your whimper makes him look up, you roll your hips again. Matty’s groan sounds too good coming out of his mouth. He tightens his hold on your hips. “Stop moving, yeah? Gonna be a good girl tonight and listen to me?”

Now that, you were not expecting. The moan that rips from your chest is something new. That was uncharted territory, something your old flings had never dabbled into. You didn’t think you were getting dirty talk with Matty. Oh, you were terribly wrong.

“Matty, shit. Please, yes, I’m good.” You didn’t know you had a big submissive side inside of you, but Matty is definitely bringing it out. He rolls his hips up into yours, but his hands restrain you from doing the same.

“Awe, you’re adorable, aren’t you? Just wanna be my good girl? That’s alright, love. You will be.” The snicker that comes along with his smirk is another thing you’re not accustomed to. The condescending tone. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t like it.

He picks you up from his lap and lays you back on the bed, into his previous spot. Matty had forgone a shirt, something about how hot he was with the ‘fever’. He was only in some sweats, and he looked good. You were aware of your best friends body, but seeing it this way was something else. His muscles and tattoos made your mouth water.

“Eyes are up here, babe.” He laughs at your awed state. His fingers are gilding up and down your leg, toying with the hem of your shorts. “I can take these off?” He asks for confirmation again, ever the gentleman. You nod.

“No, words. Use your words, please.” He smiles, he really is sick, you think.

“Yes, Matty, please.” Your hips buck up as he fiddles with the hem. Goosebumps have risen on your thigh from his touch.

“Good manners too, aren’t you sweet?” He grabs the waistband of your shorts and begins to pull them down. Slowly. Hauntingly slow. He knows what he’s doing, and you hate it.

You’re left in just your light blue underwear, you think it’s only fair if he strips too. “Can you take your pants off, please? Then we’ll be even.”

He simply does as he’s told, and tugs the gray sweatpants down his leg. He kicks them off to somewhere in the room, but your eyes are glued to his briefs.

Without giving you too much time to ogle, his mouth is glued to your chest. Kissing and touching your breasts. “Feel what you do to me?”

He pushed his bulge into your leg as he continues kissing your chest. “Got me so fuckin’ hard from nothing, like a bloody teenager. You always make me this hard.” He groans into your breast.

“Oh, Matty.” Your response is weak, but it’s the only coherent thing that will come out of your mouth.

“Yeah, love when you say my name. Would fuck my fist and think about ya. Moaning, making those pretty noises for me.” You gasp at that, you didn’t think he thought about you in that way.

You knew you’d done it before, but you would never tell. Those nights where you were aching, and desperately needed relief. Where you would slide your hand between your thighs and pretend it was Matty’s. You never knew the feeling was reciprocated.

“Taste so fucking good. Need a real taste. Can I, love? Can I eat ya?” You knew what he was asking, but you were apprehensive. Every time a guy went down on you, you never came. It was nothing personal, you guessed it just wasn’t your cup of tea.

“Yeah, you- you can, Matty. But if I don’t come, don’t feel some way. Never come when guys eat me out.” You shrugged, though you feel your body ignite from the way he looked at you.

“Shame. Guess they weren’t doin’ it right, darling.” He moves down your body and plants kisses on your stomach as he does so. He keeps going when he reaches the waistband of your panties. He kisses you over them.

Matty sits back on his knees and sees the prominent wet spot on your underwear. He puts his thumb atop it and pushes. You gasp, “Fuck, Matty!” clearly not ready for the stimulation.

“All that for me?” And though it’s a rhetorical question, you still nod. “So nice and wet, perfect for me.” He gives you mercy and slides your panties down your legs.

He’s at the edge of the bed now, just laying and staring at your pussy. You almost close your legs out of humiliation, but his strong hands rest on your thighs to pry them open. “Don’t run from me, darling. It’s really a sin to hide this pretty cunt. Really a shame no one’s taken care of her properly.” He runs his finger up your slit, collecting your wetness and pressing on your clit.

Your face heats from his vulgar words, and you let out a whine. Your hands cover your face. “Matty… please.”

“Aw, c’mon. Don’t be shy, ‘m just being honest.” His face gets close to your pussy and you feel his breath against it. The whine you let out is music to his ears. Matty licks a thick stripe, and you let out a guttural moan.

His tongue is all over in the best way possible. He’s sucking on your clit and it’s making you see stars. Your hands fly to his hair and you tug. “Mm, sorry. Don’t wanna hurt ya, just feels good.” You rub his head after your apology.

He speaks, and the vibrations against your cunt are sending you over the edge. “Tug all you want, don’t mind.” You let out a loud moan, and he laughs.

He moves his hand from holding your thigh and sticks one finger in your hole, continuing to suck your clit. Your hips buck from the internal stimulation. His finger moving in and out of you, and his lips around your clit is.. very pleasant, to say the least. Even more so when he adds a second finger.

You let out a sigh of pleasure. Matty curls his fingers. His are so big, yours just don’t compare. 2 of his feels like 3 of yours. He detached his lips from your clit and lays his tongue flat on it. You feel a jolt through your body, the pressure is building.

“Oh! Hm, Matty, I’m-‘m gonna…” You pant out and close your eyes tight, preparing for your orgasm. But it doesn’t come. You don’t cum. That’s because Matty has ceased all movements, moved away from your pussy entirely and is staring at you with a smile on his face.

“Matty! What the fuck, I was just about to cum. Are you serious?” You’re looking at him and pouting, a crease in your brow. He thinks you look positively adorable.

“Terribly sorry, darling.” He pouts back in faux sympathy. “But if you’re gonna cum, it’ll be ‘round my cock, yeah?” He moves to slide his briefs down his legs.

I feel myself nodding absentmindedly. Agreeing, or ready to agree with him. Ready to be compliant for him. And when he takes off his briefs… it really is a sight to see.

Matty’s cock is pretty. Of course it is, just like everything else about Matty. And right now, the tip is red and leaking pre-cum. He’s hard, long and thick. You can see veins popping out, it looks like it hurts.

Your mouth moves before you have chance to think about what your saying, “Want me to suck you off?” and your eyes widen as the words spill out.

“Jesus, what am I gonna do with you?” He asks, and smiles as he looks down at you. Kneeling on the bed, now. Slotted between your thighs. Almost where you need him. “Not today, darling. But thank you for the offer, ‘m sure your mouth feels amazing.”

‘Not today’, the phrase gives you even more hope that this is not a one off thing. That you and your best friend will progress together, and this isn’t just a hookup that will be brushed under the rug.

“I’m gonna go slow, okay? Tell me what you like and what you don’t.” He grabs onto your hands, and it all feels so tender. You’re glad Matty’s in your life.

When he thrusts in, you can’t hold the moan. He can’t hold his either. Matty’s noises are heaven sent. He sounds so good. Gravelly and whiny, but domineering. And with your whining in the back, it all sounds like the perfect soundtrack.

“You- you’re so big, Matty. Don’t know how it fits.” If you were in your right mindset, you would never inflate his ego like this. You know it’s big enough as it is. Oh, well. At least he’s endowed enough to back it up.

His smirk says enough. “Yeah? Filling you up good? This tight cunt? So good f’me. Perfect, like you were made for me.” He continues to pull in and out of you at an unrelenting pattern.

“Oh, God! Mhm, right there, please.” You can’t do much of anything else than cry out for him.

“Not God, just me.” He grins as he keeps thrusting into you, the sound of skin slapping fills the room. “You feel so fucking good, Y/N.” His mouth is right by your ear, you feel feral.

You clench around him. Hearing him pant your name is just the cherry on top. You feel the pressure building again. “Matty, so so close. Please.” Your whimpers and pleas don’t fall on deaf ears. Especially not when Matty brings his thumb around to press on your clit.

“Oh, Matty! Yes, yes please!”

“That’s right. My fucking girl. C’mon, be good for me. Cum. Cum all over my cock, angel. You can do it.”

All you can do is yell Matty’s name. You finally feel that release. Your vision goes white and Matty brings his hand to rest loosely on your neck. He’s still pounding into you, and you’re getting very overstimulated very fast.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking hot. So good for me, whole time. My good little girl, I’m close, shit.” Matty is groaning and panting in your ear, his pace never wavering. You think he has too much stamina. Then, you think that’s a good thing, a really good thing.

“Matty, please. Cum for me, please.” And you don’t care how pathetic you sound, begging for him to finish. You need him that bad.

“Where- where do ya want it?”

You don’t even have to think, “In-inside me, on the pill. Please, cum inside me?”

And Matty’s guttural groan is worth it. “Fuck, gonna be the death of me. Cum inside ya, fill you up real nice. That’s what you want, right babe?”

You nod your head so much that it could fall off your shoulders, and Matty’s thrusts are slowing down. You feel his dick twitch inside of you. You feel his cum dripping down your thighs. Matty pulls out, and you know you’re gonna be sore tomorrow morning.

He’s just staring between your legs, and then, “So pretty, should keep you like this all the time.” he takes two fingers and shoves them inside of you, pushing his cum back in.

Your back arches off the bed, “Fuck me, Matty.”

He collapses into the spot next to me, and pulls me into his chest. “Already did that one, love.” We both let out a giggle.

You two lay there in comfortable silence for a couple moments. His arm is around your body, fingers drawing circles on your bicep. Your hand falls to his chest, tracing his tattoos.

You figure you have to break the silence first. “So… can I be incredibly cliche with the ‘what are we?’ line, or do I need new material?”

Matty let’s out a loud laugh at that. He plants a kiss to the top of your forehead. “Y/N, honestly I’ve liked you for the better half of 8 years. If you want to be my girlfriend, then I’d be happy to be your boyfriend.” The words boyfriend and girlfriend make you giddy. You feel like a schoolgirl on her first date.

“‘Course I’d be your girlfriend, Matty. Don’t know if you could tell, but I’ve liked you too. Obviously.” You giggle a little. There’s a light and airy feeling in your chest. This is good.

“Mhm, take you out on a proper date after this. Dinner, movie, wherever you want to go. Whatever you want to do. Suppose I did it out of order. Fucked ya first, then wooing you on a date, yeah?” Matty chuckles a little, rubbing your arm. You laugh, too.

“You woo me everyday, Matty.”

“Careful, flattery gets you everywhere with me. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

You smile. Matty smiles. You’re both glowing with happiness. This time, you lean in.

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[junkdrawerfics]

Billiards, Bets, and Teasing

Summary: Rooster and you make a bet over a game of billiards because you are unwilling to admit how much you suck at the game. Being a good sport, Rooster helps you out, with a little teasing along the way. (friends to prospective lovers?)

Word Count: 2964

Warnings: None? Things get a little up close and personal, but nothing I write goes past that really.

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“I hate this game,” you grumble, glaring at the billiards balls as if they had just murdered your father.

“That’s just because you’re bad at it.”

You toss your glare towards Rooster across the table. The man wears a cocky smirk, and if you weren’t so ready to hit him, you could probably admit to how attractive he looks with it.

“I’m not bad at it, Bradshaw.” You definitely are. You most definitely are. “I bet I could beat you any time, any place.” But a little bit of blustering never hurt anyone, right?

Wrong.

“Okay. What are we betting?” Rooster takes a drink from his beer before dropping it on a nearby table and swiping a pool stick from the rack.

You hesitate when he comes to stand next to you, all too aware of how much taller he is than you. You have to tilt your chin up to look him in the eyes, which you do, something stubborn flaring in your chest at the confident glint in his. You may suck, but you won’t go down without a fight.

“What were you thinking?” You prompt, eyes narrowed.

“Loser has to do whatever the winner says.”

A snort escapes you, “What are we, ten?”

“What are you, scared of losing?”

“Psh, no.” You set about racking the balls, mostly so you can break away from his intense gaze. “You’re on, Bradshaw.”

“When I win, I’m gonna make you call me by my real name,” Rooster hums, tossing you one of the stripes.

You perk a brow, mildly unimpressed at his creativity, “Is that really all you want from me?”

“Nope.”

You falter.

What does that mean? You glance up, question ready on your tongue, but it gets lost when you catch Rooster already looking at you, eyes dark and velvet as they trace over your face. Every inch of your skin goes warm under his gaze. It’s like standing in a summer storm, being caught in the middle of Bradley Bradshaw’s attention.

Equal parts terrifying and thrilling.

“You can break,” you whisper, barely concealing how flustered you suddenly feel.

Rooster nods, eyes lingering on your lips for a moment too long before he focuses on the cue ball. You watch him distractedly, the way he poises over the table, how his fingers curl around the cue stick, the slight tensing of his jaw as he focuses.

And with a sharp crack, you realize all too quickly just how epically you’re going to lose this.

You play a few rounds, the atmosphere slowly loosening again as you fall back into familiar rhythms. The moment is all but forgotten as you get swept up in the game. As it goes on, though, it becomes abundantly clear that you are just as bad as he said.

“You know, sometimes it’s smarter to eject than just keep fighting,” Rooster hums, an amused smile pulling at his lips as you duck, rise on your toes, and walk around the table, just looking for a good angle.

“I am not giving up,” you grumble, still stubbornly clinging to hope despite being three balls down. You finally settle on your next target and take aim. “I just need a good round and I’ll catch up!”

“Maybe you’d do better if you were aiming right.”

And then, suddenly, he’s behind you. Every muscle in your body goes still when he presses against your back, strong arms curling around you, hands tracing down your wrists until they cover yours on the cue stick. Every inch of him is warm, every solid plane of his body pressed against you, and you can barely breathe. His cologne, something warm and woodsy and leather, sends your head spinning.

You stay frozen like that, heart racing, until Rooster’s voice breaks the silence, barely a breath, “Is this okay?”

Is it? Are you okay with this?

You’ve had a crush on the aviator since the academy, a fact that Phoenix loves to tease you about constantly. But you never thought you had a shot with him, so you gladly embraced the teasing, competitive friendship that started between you. 

But this feels far more intimate than something friends should do. He wouldn’t need to be this close to correct your aim, not unless he wanted to, and that thought makes you feel dizzy, ignites a long buried hope.

“This is okay,” you hesitantly respond, voice just as quiet.

Rooster lets out a breath, and for a moment, you wonder if he’s just as nervous as you are. Probably not. Not with how you feel moments away from exploding in a mess of butterflies and sparks as he draws somehow closer, leaning down so his lips are at your ear.

“Be firmer with your bridge hand, and choke up a little on your grip-” He shifts your hand further up the cue stick. “-just like that.”

You’re barely paying attention to his instructions, though, too distracted by his voice. It’s raspy and warm, just barely above a murmur, and you can feel it rumble through his chest.  You glance at him, catching on his lips before looking up to his eyes, all honey and melted chocolate. They flicker down to you, and Rooster smiles, one of those genuine, slanted smiles. 

“Are you even listening to me?” He asks, tone teasing.

“Kinda hard to,” you breathe without thinking, and a blush erupts over your cheeks when his smile turns into a knowing smirk.

“Am I distracting you?” One of his hands comes to rest on your waist, thumb brushing tenderly over your ribs, and you want to melt.

Instead, you turn back to the cue, trying your hardest to focus and hide the way his touch makes every thought you have skitter to the corners of your mind.

“So, firm bridge hand, choke up, what else, Bradshaw?” You ask, feeling an inkling of pride when your voice comes out stronger than you expected it to.

The aviator hums, hand returning to cover your hand and adjust your grip, “Keep your arm close to a ninety degree angle-” You adjust and he nods in your peripherals. “-good, and then it’s just about keeping it straight, make sure you follow through.”

Rooster guides you through the movement, the cue stick moving much smoother than it did before. You bite your lip as you make the shot, still with his help, feeling the sharp crack as the cue hits the white ball, sending it straight where you want it. The solid 3-ball goes right into the pocket.

“Yes!” You squeal, jumping up victoriously.

Rooster’s hands move to your waist again when you turn back to him with a smile so big it makes your cheeks hurt. Your eyes are practically glittering with unconcealed glee. Every nerve in you is on fire, from his touch or the shot, you can’t tell.

“You better watch yourself, Bradshaw! You might have just signed your own defeat,” you sing, grinning up at him cheekily.

“Don’t get too confident,” Rooster warns, voices low with mischief, “You showed your hand, Widow, I’d hate for you to get distracted again.”

You puff out your chest, something smart on your tongue, but it crumbles when his fingers flex against your sides. Your face goes warm again when you realize just how close you are. Swatting at him gently, you escape his grip and put some distance between you.

“Play fair, Rooster.” You point accusingly at the man.

The aviator shows his hands, feigning innocence, “Yes, ma’am.”

You nod, though it’s not lost on him that you cross to the other side of the table, eyeing him suspiciously. He doesn’t make another move though, just watches as you decide your next shot.

You run through everything he showed you, how to hold your hands, the angle of your arm, how it felt to have him so close, his breath ghosting over your ear as he spoke - wait, no. Shaking your head, you cast Rooster a glare, though it’s merely met with a smug, knowing look.

“I will beat you,” you grumble out with every ounce of stubbornness you possess.

“Take the shot,” Rooster urges, still smirking.

And you do. With a deep breath, you snap the stick forward, keeping it as straight as possible and following through. The cue clips the 1-ball, sending it spiraling towards the corner. You hold the breath, watching with wide eyes as it spins, slowing down as it nears the pocket. Closer. Closer. Until it wobbles on the edge, as if to taunt you. You narrow your eyes at the ball, ready to just give up and let Rooster take his turn, but then it slowly, dramatically, tips into the pocket.

“Hah!” You gasp, hands shooting into the air, “I did it! Did you see that? I did it! All by myself.”

Rooster nods approvingly, and you can hear him laugh as you dance around in victory. It doesn’t matter though, because you’re on cloud nine. You actually did it. Granted, it’s because Rooster showed you how to, but you did it. Maybe you can actually win this.

The game is more competitive from then on. You miss your third shot, but that sets you down by only one. And lucky for you, Rooster seems to be off his game now, missing his own shot by only a fraction.

“Look who’s the master now,” you tease as he draws away from the table with a huff.

“I’m still winning,” he reminds you pointedly.

“Not for long.” You line up your next shot.

And you make it, well, not the one you were intending, but it still counts. You flutter to the other side of the table, passing so close to Rooster that your arms brush. Even that small touch leaves you feeling a little fuzzy, but you hunker down for your next shot, trying to ignore the feeling. The 7-ball goes in, leaving you with just two more.

“See?” You look expectantly at him over your shoulder, but Rooster is already looking at you, not the table, and the warmth dancing in his eyes makes your heart flutter. You pout, “You weren’t watching.”

“I was watching you,” he counters smoothly, leaning against his stick, “Arguably more interesting.”

“Well-” You purse your lips, looking away quickly when his eyes flicker down to your lips. “You should uh, you should keep your head in the game, Bradshaw. I’d hate to win because you’re distracted.”

“Then stop being so distracting, sweetheart.”

You go as red as a cherry at the nickname. It rolls off his tongue so naturally, so intentionally, as if it’s meant just for you. Your heart seems to think so, with how it soars up into your throat.

This is flirting. It has to be. All of it. Part of you was holding back, making up excuses. Maybe he was a little tipsy - but he’d barely started his beer. Maybe it was just because you’re alone, it’s been a stressful week, but you know Rooster isn’t like that. He’s respectful to a fault when it comes to you and the other women. That only leaves one reason he’d act like this.

You re-evaluate the blond. He’s standing closer than before, watching you just as intensely. Usually it’s easy to tell when he’s just joking around; his eyes get that little crease at the corners, and there’s this one smile, a little more wolfish than the rest. But right now, right here, his eyes are nothing but earnest, warmly glancing between your own, and his mouth is drawn into something serious. He means it.

You need to know he means it.

“I know what I want if I win,” you say offhandedly.

“And what’s that?” Rooster raises a brow at you.

“Guess you’ll have to wait and see when I beat you,” you hum, taking a shaky step back as you redirect your attention to the table.

Now you just have to win. A whole new sense of determination settles in your chest.

The two of you battle it out until there’s just the 8-ball left. Rooster tries and fails, though he doesn’t look upset this time as he pulls back. Instead, he just looks at you expectantly before grabbing his beer and leaning against the bar table to watch.

It’s not an easy shot, the ball awkwardly against the wall with the cue ball a good distance away. No easy call. But you live for the difficult calls.

“Corner pocket,” you claim.

“Good luck.”

“I don’t need luck, Bradshaw.” 

You take aim, sliding the cue stick a few times before going for it. The cue ball goes careening across the green, and you watch with bated breath as it hits the 8-ball, ricocheting it off the wall towards the pocket you called. It sinks in with a resounding clatter.

“I win.”

You straighten up, pride flooding you like a dam breaking. Turning to Rooster, you hold your chin up, grin wide and victorious. He doesn’t look even the taddest bit defeated though. The aviator pushes himself from the table so he can stand toe to toe with you, close enough that you can feel his heat again.

“So, what do you want?” He asks, voice low, intrigued.

You hum, pretending to think, but it’s just to give you time to collect your thoughts. You know what you want, you said so, but you can’t deny that you’re scared. There’s something about putting things into words, making them real, that shakes you to your very bones, but you think it would be just as bad if you don’t.

“Anything right?” Your voice quivers.

Rooster gently touches your waist, his eyes darting between yours, “Anything.”

“Well, I have two things then.” You pause, searching his face, and only continue when he gives you a nod. “First. You’re gonna answer a question. And be honest.”

“Shoot.”

That draws a laugh from you and Rooster smiles. Leave it to him to make a stupid joke at a time like this. It successfully eases the nerves buzzing under your skin though.

“All this-” You gesture between the two of you. “-what is this, Rooster? I’m trying really hard not to get my hopes up, and I need to know where all of this is coming from.”

It feels so vulnerable, putting it all on the table. Rooster could just brush it all off, tell you it was just teasing, and you’d have to lock it all back up. Somehow. But you trust him enough to have your heart open right now.

And Bradley doesn’t do any of that. A heavy sigh slips from his lips as he pulls you a fraction closer, and you can’t help but notice the slight tinge of pink on his ears. Is he embarrassed?

“‘Bout a week ago, Phoenix gave me thrashing, said I need to man up and make a move on you,” he explains, shaking his head fondly, “She’s the one that made sure no one else came tonight.”

“Huh.” You’d been wondering why the other’s hadn’t come. Usually all of you would end the week with a trip to the Hard Deck, but they’d all come up with varying degrees of excuses for why they couldn’t. Suddenly, what Hangman said to you makes a lot more sense.

“Sometimes a man just has to back off to let others have the stage, Widow, I’m sure you understand.”

“So, this was all a set up?” You ask, brow furrowing.

“Yup,” Rooster drawls, gauging your reaction.

“Because you like me?” You hazard a hopeful guess.

And Rooster just can’t resist, not with how you look up at him, all doe-eyed, lip caught between your teeth. Not with how you’ve been reacting to his teasing all night. You squeak when the man suddenly leans down, his lips pressing to yours without hesitation, one of his arms curling around your back. 

It's warm, just like you expected, just like everything is with Bradley. His lips are slightly chapped, but they mold so perfectly to yours, it doesn’t bother you. And it’s Bradley. You hum softly into the kiss, hands coming up to curl around his neck and draw him closer. It’s slow and gentle and perfect and so Bradley. You wish you could stay here forever. The brush of his mustache breaks you from the moment though, but just because it makes you smile, and you can’t help but draw back and laugh.

“That kind of answers the second request,” you muse, giggling more when Bradley presses several, more chaste kisses to your lips, like he can’t stop.

“What was it?” He asks, breathless and with a matching smile of his own.

“Well, if all of it was because you liked me, I was going to request you take me on a date. I’m assuming that’s on the table?” You mess with the short hair at the back of his neck, enjoying the soft breath it drags from his lips.

“Definitely.” Rooster rests his forehead against yours. “I was going to ask you out either way.”

“I’d say we both win then,” you chirp, pressing a final kiss to his lips.

.

.

.

“Does that mean you’ll call me by my real name?”

“Hmmm, maybe. We’ll see how the date goes first, Bradshaw.”

You pull away with a wink and Rooster shakes his head.

“You’re so mean to me.”

“Well, that’s what you get for teasing me all night.”

“You liked it,” he points out with a smug grin.

“Shut up.” Your blush comes back with vengeance.

“Yes ma’am.”

Oh, if you didn’t like this man so much, you think you might strangle him. But you do, so you just roll your eyes and set about racking a new game. Maybe this time around, you can get your own teasing in. Revenge can be pretty sweet, after all.

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This was originally gonna be around 1000 words... It took on its own life I guess. I hope y'all like it!

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster #bradley bradsaw x reader #bradley bradshaw #rooster x reader #x reader #reader #reader insert #top gun #top gun maverick #teasing #friends to lovers

[marchy-emmet]

Pokémon White - The Battle Subway's Void

MARCHY... WRITING?!?!! Pppffff, aside from that... I wanted to write a little one-shot thingie in creepypasta format to explain in a lil' more detail what glitchy Submas are about. No gore or anything, only madness!! Without further ado, let us dive into this shitstorm...

And as a note: The player's opinion of Submas does not reflect my own, lol.

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So… here’s the deal. I’m going to jump right into it – no sugarcoating whatsoever.

I’ve been an avid Pokemon fan for my entire life – way down from childhood and up till now, even as a broke unemployed college student. Generation 5 had always been my favorite, and though the attractions in Nimbasa City aren’t particularly pleasing to me, there was one place that had caught my attention – Nimbasa Gear Station.

Now, I am no rookie player… I’ve been through this subway time after time again – my favorite being the singles lines due to how quickly you can farm BP. And the doubles line was slower but gave you the same amount of BP, so what was the point? My copy of White was maxed out in money and time. No need to add more grueling tasks.

… Well, enough yapping for now – I don’t have much time, anyway. Let’s, once again, jump right into it.

Just a few nights ago, I had made my rounds with the battle subway again – but this time, I decided on choosing the multi lines. I’ve got barely any friends who play, so I ended up playing this with the NPC Hilda in the comfort of my own dorm room… If only I could play with sentient beings, I thought sarcastically to myself – no one being around and all…

It was unsurprisingly a typical, boring and usual sweep of the battle subway. A timid Hydreigon with max EVs in special attack and speed with dark pulse, flamethrower, surf and dragon pulse had done the trick. Way too easy!! We had a bit of trouble with a few NPCs here and there, but it was nothing terribly difficult.

Then came, of course, Ingo and Emmet with their usual cone stance. I never understood the hype around these two random NPCs… Sure, strange design and all – but what’s the deal?

With me already having dull feelings about the subway masters and their undeserved hype, the experience I was about to have this very night would ruin their image forever.

Aaaand the game crashes. What the fuck??!?! All of that hard work of grinding in the battle subway while mashing A had gone to waste. I am gonna fucking lose it… I thought. The only logical thing to do was to man up and suck it up and redo the entire thing over. So I rebooted the game, muttering profanities under my breath and waiting impatiently for the title screen to appear.

And it didn’t. At this moment, I thought, okay, obviously the game is fake. What is this shit? Perhaps I was a bit too irritable for no one’s good, because as soon as I had restarted it again, the title screen actually showed up with a bit of lag. But still… Something was off. Lag is a telltale sign of a fake game, right?

This thing’s cartridge was used, after all. I had no idea what the previous player had done to the game… In the back of my mind, I had hoped all my save data hadn’t been deleted. Fuck.

I eagerly waited for the game to boot fully and take me back to Gear Station as I hit the save file, but the performance of the virtual world only got lower and lower, steadily dragging itself back to where my character was standing. As per usual when you “quit” a subway battle, the employee was facing me in preparation to scold me.

… But he didn’t. He just stood there. And at this point I thought the game had frozen.

My heart kept beating fast as I frantically thought up plans of what to do with my save file. Transferring all of my work to another file was an option – but I didn’t have another DS or any friends who did. Again, fuck. At this point there’s no use in searching for resources online to find out if it was fake – it definitely was.

I took a deep breath and looked away from the screen for a moment as I hoped and prayed that the game would cooperate with me. The Gear Station theme was still playing, after all…

A few minutes later, and I simply gave up, rebooting the game yet again. And again, I experienced the laggy bootup screen and the strange pause at the employee. I dropped my DS, putting my hands in my face and releasing the most frustrated sigh to grace the earth.

This is when I suddenly heard an 8 bit screeching sound that had scared me shitless. I jumped up, removing my hands from my face and widening my eyes at the screen. Nothing was out of the ordinary, but the grating sound… ugh.

I reached for the DS’s power button and tried to turn it off – but to no avail. Okay, then let’s try holding it down for 10 seconds… Nope. Pressing all the buttons? Futile. Button combinations? Nada. And so I turn to Google – my attention now directed at my laptop screen – a terrible mistake, really.

After a few unhelpful searches, I turn back to my DS screen and jolt.

It was back where I was with Ingo and Emmet, but the background had gone completely black. How…? How was this even possible? At this point, I even considered that I had picked up a rom hack!

So, with all of the textures lost, I had of course entertained the idea that I was in generation 5’s “void” – similar to gen 4’s “void glitch” where you could catch Shaymin and Darkrai via the exploit. But I knew the walls of the battle subway were probably still around, and the only way of getting out would’ve been through the subway doors.

After a few moments of cautious reconsideration, I moved my fingers to the DS button’s arrows and pressed to go left. To my surprise, my character was actually able to roam around the void around Hilda, Ingo and Emmet!

Curiously, I approached Ingo and mashed the A button, attempting to speak to him. For a moment, this seemed to have frozen my game, until a text box popped up…

“What can I see after winning, winning, and winning? … Nothing – not without this fellow standing beside me.”

Huh. I had vaguely remembered the first half of this line from Ingo, but not the second half. At this point I was definitely convinced I had received some sort of fucked up rom hack in the real White’s disguise.

I spoke to Emmet, and his text box lagged similarly before he stated, “I am Emmet. I am a subway boss. And I am verrry angry. Too angry.”

When I spoke to Hilda, her text box was blank. No ellipsis or anything.

I… didn’t particularly enjoy the expressions the subway masters’ pixelated little faces were making. Dead, cold and glaring. But I had figured that’s how they always looked. Something was definitely going astray with their colors, because the more I stared, the bluer Emmet got, and the redder Ingo got. Their sprites were progressively getting freakier and freakier. What kind of fucked individual sat down and made this hack?

This is the part where a battle suddenly started without my knowledge or consent, despite my character standing far from their usual battle position. Uh… Okay then.

Subway masters Ingo and Emmet got into their usual battle position, backs turned before pointing… straight at me, as the player. This wasn’t quite right, I thought to myself, as I had remembered them pointing in opposite directions prior to this weird interaction. I did get a closer look at them, and their appearance was ever-changing.

They left the screen, and as per usual, Haxorus and Archeops were sent out first… Nothing was at all wrong with the sprites – except their eyes were missing? That and the fact that the battle’s background was white. A few blocky particles of what I call “glitch” were floating around the screen erratically. I also couldn’t help but to notice the Pokemon’s sprites weren’t animated.

I had a horrible pit in my stomach as my intuition was begging me to listen… But I persisted in thinking this was merely a twisted rom hack. The Pokemon still weren’t moving, and the screen was still struggling to load in the background with chunks of “glitch”. Colored particles were everywhere.

More possibilities floated through my mind… Was my DS broken? Was the cartridge dropped in water? Whatever the case might’a been, this was the most terrifying experience I ever had in a Pokemon game.

Unable to send my Pokemon out, I set the DS down and clutched my stomach a little, beginning to feel nauseous. My fingers tightened, rendering them paralyzed. I felt my whole body vibrate as I became deathly ill… Wasn’t quite sure why. There’s no way I was panicking so much over a video game.

As I stood up, I felt the room spin, so I sat back down. A distorted groan rang from the DS as Ingo’s sprite appeared back on screen, in the same pointing position.

His text box read, “The system cannot be shut off at this time. However, you could always offer reconciliation.”

Reconciliation? What the fuck was he on?

As Ingo’s distorted sprite faded out, Emmet’s appeared next – but he had black splotchy markings all over his body and face. I felt my heart beat faster again, and my breathing hastened as his text box popped up. It remained blank for a few seconds as Emmet’s round, soul-piercing eye revealed itself through his face’s shadow.

At this point I tried to shut the game off again by holding down the power button, but it was no use. Not even removing the cartridge stopped it.

“Do not try to turn the game off. Do not try to save the game. You cannot.”

How… How did he just break reality? I knew the funny business was over. This is real.

Ingo appeared again next to his Haxorus, who was melting into a glitchy mass. He began to speak again, his sprite’s eyes appearing in his face’s shadow. “I knew my partners wouldn’t make it through this – but I must protect what’s left. Why wouldn’t you play the multi lines for such a staggering duration of time, player?”

“I just did!!” I yelled back out loud, absolutely bewildered and jittery. I wasn’t even sure if responding to him would warrant a response, but…

Emmet’s Archeops began melting into a glitchy mass next as his sprite approached closer. Any light that was left in his eyes had died when he noticed his Pokemon partner was succumbing to the supposed reality break I was witnessing. His smile dropped for the first time. I’m pretty sure I had never seen that twin frown up until then.

“I am Emmet. This world is too limited. And I will break free. What you did was verrrry rude, player.”

“What did I do?!” I shouted back, feeling tears well up in my eyes. Not tears of regret or guilt, no – tears of confusion. Panic. My head was spinning at this point, and I had wondered if I was experiencing psychotic derealization. Something like this is much too bizarre to be real.

Another text box appeared as Ingo gestured to Emmet, Archeops and Haxorus. “Intentional separation is a sin that cannot be forgiven. Excuse me for repeating myself – but it would be kind of you to ask for reconciliation. I’m not sure how Emmet feels.”

I stared at my screen, my voice hoarse as I responded, “I… I’m not the one you’re looking for.”

I felt ridiculous responding to a video game character, but in my derealized mind this was logical at the time.

“Do not lie,” Emmet began, his sprite becoming increasingly glitchy, “I do not like liars. I do not entertain liars.”

I refused to press A past this point, instead reflecting on what could be happening. Are they feeling something? Is that why Haxorus and Archeops had died – due to a fatal game error?

“I’m sorry,” I say without really thinking, my thoughts racing with contemplating fear.

And Emmet responded again without me hitting A. “You said you are not the one. I do not like liars.” His sprite became bitter again, vibrating against the glitchy masses that were surrounding the twins and broken Pokemon.

I once again took a deep breath in complete disbelief, shutting the DS and dropping it harshly. I sobbed into my hands, unable to make out what I thought of this. Do I need psychiatric help? Was it real?

I felt as if something horrible was going to happen – as if these characters wanted revenge on me. And the game was still playing despite the fact that I had closed it.

Five minutes past as I rocked myself and wept, occasionally glancing over at the DS and putting destruction of the system into consideration. But before I could even formulate the plan, I noticed the DS was… vibrating. This just sent me back into the spiral of sobbing into my hands, but I kept my eyes locked steadily onto the DS. I knew a DS was not supposed to vibrate.

And then came what I can only refer to as a hallucination…

Something was pushing the DS’s screen back up – a finger covered by a black glove. The surrounding area erupted into glitchy fragments, and the gaming system was practically breaking itself and making crackling sounds as the plastic warped. Welp, guess my plan to destroy it was no longer needed.

Without a second thought I let out the loudest shriek I could ever release – and I had sworn the entire complex had heard it. Stood up and ran without hesitation. Not even going to stay to observe the scenery.

I made my way out of the dorms, speeding down the halls and immediately causing a scene. Everyone I passed just stood there, bewildered by my behavior. I was too scared out of my wits to even warn anyone.

I made my way out of the building and down the street, panting heavily and feeling my whole body cake in sweat. Pure fight or flight instinct. I knew then that someone wanted my head on a silver platter – video game character or not.

Eventually I was at my friend’s house, frantically knocking on their door… It isn’t my intent to bring danger towards them or their family, but it’s my only option at the moment. No way I’m staying back at that cursed dorm.

Explaining such a situation to my friend was uncomfortable, but they were concerned for my mental health and well being. And of course, they didn’t seem to believe my story, either… No one did. Everyone I texted, voice chatted with, and told in person always asked if I was joking, or if I needed some sort of help.

It’s been a couple of days since the incident, and I’ve missed plenty of classes – but they’re my last concern. Whether or not I come to find out if that thing was real, I need to hide for my own sake.

And I hope someone runs across this as a tale of caution (unironically, the reason I’m writing it). If you’re sold a game that’s advertised as real, and something strange begins to happen… don’t delve in further.

… Or you may end up like me – alone, just as the subway masters were. And possibly still being tracked down as I write.

#submas #subway bosses #ingo and emmet #pokemon #pkmn #glitchy submas

[prettyboyeddiemunson]

I know your requests are closed, but i had a wacky idea for a concept.

Vampire Eddie Munson

OMG OKAY OKAY LISTENNNNNN. VAMPIRES ARE SO FUCKING HOT AND YOU’RE COMING FOR MY VAMPIRE KINK WITH THIS ONE

Like he would be the sexiest vampire ever??? Just imagine it: vampires are supposed to be such seductive, beautiful creatures, right? Eddie is already pretty as a human, so I can’t even imagine how gorgeous he would be as a vampire. He would be next fucking level, y’all. It would hurt to look at him, that’s how breathtaking he would be. That gorgeous dark hair flowing down his shoulders and all around his head in a wild mess, looking darker against his very pale skin, those doe eyes standing out in contrast on his pallid cheeks, his full lips red and even more kissable than they already are.

And the fangs. Oh dear god, the fangs.

Let’s say he’s a True Blood-lore vampire, meaning the fangs come out when he wills them, when he needs to feed, or when he’s really fucking horny. That means they are definitely coming out before and/or during sex, and he would absolutely suck your blood if you consented to it. He’s drinking from your neck, your inner thighs, your breasts, anywhere you want him to. You’re going to be covered in vampire bites/fang marks, but some of those will just be shallow bites. He won’t take too much blood, because he doesn’t wanna kill you, for gods sake. He’s also demanding that you take plenty of iron and b12 supplements to replenish, because fuck, your blood tastes so goddamn good and he doesn’t want your health to suffer because of the amount he’s taking.

His favorite place to drink would be your neck, though. The two of you making out, his lips wandering down your neck and nipping with his fangs to tease you? His cool lips in contrast with your hot skin, kissing along your jugular and over your throat, breathing in the sweet smell of your blood? Sucking on your most sensitive area on your neck before fully biting you? Fucking hell.

Oh, and this one might be kinda gross/triggering, so look away now if blood in the mouth makes you squeamish: You ever hear of snowballing? It’s basically where you go downtown on a guy and when he 💦💦, you kiss deeply and swap it back & forth in the kiss. So imagine, if you will, Eddie doing that with your blood. He takes just enough in his mouth, pulls your head back, and kisses you hard, opening his mouth and allowing the blood to run in. You swap it for a little bit, some of it running out of your open mouths & down your cheek because of how messy the kiss is. You’re so dizzy with lust that you can’t think, and you two would definitely engage in some more blood play after that. Also, if we are still following the True Blood lore I mentioned earlier, you would definitely drink his blood, too. If you’ve seen the show, you know where I’m going with that one!

And if you guys have seen that Kas theory for season 5, then holy shit. If the Duffers were actually that creative, vampire!Eddie would absolutely be canon next season!!

#IM SHOOK I NEED VAMPIRE EDDIE #blood / #blood mention / #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n

[skz-with-stay]

early morning neediness

warnings: smut, mention of touching oneself (clothed and unclothed), mention of being wet/aroused, pet names (princess/sir/love), royal words to describe his member (throne), words such as ‘pussy’ and ‘cock’, mentions of using toys (not actually using them), cockwarming, soft then hard smut, hip guiding, sweet but degrading words, tit sucking/fondling/biting/pulling, mention of aftercare.

style: changbin x reader (afab), smut

word count: 1,097

let’s go!

you wake up one morning, the 3am sky is still dark and full of stars. the summer heat had gotten you and your boyfriend, changbin, distressed enough to wear only undergarments to bed and no comforter. you couldn’t help but notice the pool between your legs; the wet dream you had about changbin had woken you up. looking to your right, you see that changbin is still asleep, and you need to take care of the neediness. you try and rub your legs together, but it’s no help. you then go to slowly dragging your middle finger on your clothed core, again, no help. moving on to reaching inside of your panties, and circling your sensitive bud. this helps a bit but not a lot.

you cant take it anymore, changbin doesn’t like you using toys without him, so you can’t do that. you only had one thing that you could do. wake him up. you tug on the hem of the silky shorts he was wearing, trying to wake him up; this doesn’t work.

“changbin…” you whisper.

he furrows his eyebrows but nothing more. you resort to kissing his soft, flushed cheeks, slowly and gentle. he then flutters his eyes open, turning to look at you and smile with his puffy lips.

“what is it, my love?” he says confused at why you woke him up, but not mad.

“i need your cock, sir, i would like to sit on my throne… … …please” you say quietly since his ears are sensitive right as he wakes up.

with no hesitation, he pulls down his shorts, to your surprise, no boxers. from your words, he has a hard on already.

“go on princess, i’m all yours” he speaks.

you move your panties to the side, too lazy and eager to take them completely off.

positioning yourself along his tip and your entrance. changbin nodded for you to proceed. you lower yourself down onto his cock, earning a moan from him, before you could even moan. the entirety of his cock is inside of you, again, too lazy to move just yet. changbin finds this a good time to sit up a bit. he maneuvers himself upwards, placing pillows behind his back.

“come here princess, you seem tired” he opens his arms to embrace him in a hug.

you gladly accept the offer and his muscular arms enclose you lovingly. the both of you sat there for a moment, your head in the crook of his neck. he plants soft kisses along you collar bone, all the way up to your lips; not leaving any part in between empty from his love. still resting your head in the crook of his neck, you begin to roll your hips gently, just adjusting yourself. changbin let’s out a moan, once more. you smirk and do it again, he moans again. he bucks his hips into you, causing you to gasp. you then lift your head up, he gets ahold of your chin, making you look at him.

“princess, i know you’re needy, but don’t tease me” his eyes still tired but a fire burns in them that wants more

rolling your hips faster, with a pace, his head falls back. his hands scramble their way to your hips, helping you, guiding you. you loved when he does this, he pulls you down on his cock, and it pounds into just right. the speed becomes quicker after a moment, even though you’re a moaning mess with every hit of his cock, changbin is moaning more than you, surprisingly.

“you’re so needy, you had to wake me up because you can’t get the same satisfaction without my cock inside of you”

you moan ‘mhm’, as you acknowledge the familiar knot swelling within.

“see, not even 5 minutes in, and i can feel your pretty pussy clenching around my cock”

his words made you feel like you’re on cloud nine. sweet but degrading.

“you woke me up, pussy soaking, begging for my cock”

his hands now gripping the flesh on your hip, pounding you down harder than ever. moans leave the mouths of both of you. yours are more whines than anything, but changbin’s moans are like music to your ears. you love them so much, that you lean in and put your head in the crook of his neck once more. changbin didn’t like that. once hand still on your hip and the other bringing you back up.

“i want to see your face when i make you cum, the way your body loses control when our sweet liquids pools out of your pussy”

his dirty talk threw you overboard. you spilled your liquid around his cock, earning a moan from him.

“were my words enough to make you cum? pathetic… let’s see what this does”

he takes your left breast into his mouth, sucking on the soft tissue. it doesn’t take long before he begins to graze his teeth along the raised bud, the right one feeling left out on the action. you act on your need for friction and rub your left nipple with your thumb and index finger. changbin moves away from the right and onto the left, a saliva trail from one to the other. the sudden cold air on your breast made you gasp. you began to do the same with the right as you did to the left.

“you’re even playing with your nipples to reach your second high, you want to cum again, don’t you?”

you nod as he bucks his hips again, a low scream leaves your mouth this time. right then, you feel him twitch inside of you, signaling that he was close. he places his mouth around your left breast again, now tugging slightly at it. he moans loudly as he releases his seed within you. although he had done this, you kept rocking your hips, trying to reach your high again. the combination of his mouth on your breast, him pounding into you and the feeling of his cum filling you up, made you cum as well. now a squeal sneaks out of your throat as your legs begin to shake and become weak. the thrusting and pounding decline and slow down until completely stopped. you’re still sitting on your throne, now totally ruined and unable to move. after moments of panting, you set your head on his shoulder. you look over to the clock of your nightstand, seeing the time read 4:17am, almost an hour of fucking your boyfriend. taken from your thoughts, he wraps his toned arms around your body.

“you did so well for me” he whispered in your ear, leaving a kiss on your shoulder.

“now, let’s take a warm bath and clean you up”

#skz #changbin #changbin smut #skz smut #skz imagine #hard skz imagine #skz headcanons #changbin headcanons #hard changbin headcanons #changbin skz smut

[judasofsuburbia]

a lil excerpt from a wip i'll be posting here in the next few days!!

March 30th, 1986

When Steve arrives in this dream, he’s almost certain it’s a nightmare. He’s in the Upside Down a couple of feet away from where Eddie Munson took his last breath. Only, he’s not there.

Steve hears soft guitar strums and mumbling. He turns his head to see Eddie sitting on a nearby park bench with his guitar. He looks gruff and dirty like they left him but he’s not bloody anymore. He’s completely mobile too as he bounces his head and moves his deft fingers up and down the neck of his sweetheart.

He keeps strumming the wrong chord and cursing to himself before starting the verse over. Steve is trying to wake himself up before he sees Eddie with his eyes sucked out or his limbs snapped like twigs. Or something worse entirely, because Vecna is really good at making any horrors a reality. 

Eddie looks up and smiles widely. “Harrington! What are you doing here?”

Steve can feel the tears before he registers what’s happening. Just hearing his voice washes him with a wave of guilt. He looks up at the dark blue, foggy sky and prays for the nightmare to hurry up already because he needs to go. Like now. 

“Are you crying? What’s got you so blue?” Eddie asks with a soft tone. He pats the spot next to him on the grubby bench. “Wanna tell Dr. Munson?”

Steve swallows his underlying fear and walks across the veiny ground, no longer worried about waking anyone up. He sits next to Eddie who is looking at him so friendly and so silly and god, it fucking hurts. It’s so fucking mean for Vecna to do this to him. 

“Woman troubles, perhaps?” Eddie asks in a faux professional tone. He holds out his hands like he’s writing down in a notebook. 

“Eddie,” Steve sighs.

“Oof, that sounds worse than woman troubles. What kind of demons does Harrington battle on a day-to-day basis?” Eddie places his guitar on his lap and gives Steve his full attention. 

“Besides the regular ones?” Steve jokes with a humorless tone.

“Besides those, yeah,” Eddie smiles. God, why is he so smiley?

“You’re dead, dude,” Steve states. “It fucking sucks.”

Eddie tilts his head and his smile fades. “I’m dead?”

Okay, so the nightmare is explaining Eddie’s death to him. Well damn, Vecna, that’s pretty fucking creative. Your nightmare writer’s room knows exactly what they’re doing. Steve closes his eyes and swallows the dusty air. It burns his throat but not as much as his next words are going to. 

“Uh, yeah. The demo bats got you. Worse than they got me. A whole swarm of them. You distracted them from going after us. Pulled your little cutesy hero stunt and inadvertently saved us all.”

Eddie huffs a disbelieving laugh. “Yeah, that can't be me. I’m no hero, Harrington.”

“Oh, but you are. Even after you promised me you wouldn’t be. Kept Dustin safe, kept him alive, but shit dude, he still found you. Held you until your last words.”

Eddie shoves his shoulder. “Hey, man, that’s not funny.”

“No, the fuck it’s not,” Steve snaps. Eddie flinches and Steve slumps back into the seat. “Found Dustin that way. He clung to you and he screamed at me to carry you out of here even though you were absolutely 100% gone. I don’t know if that little shrimp will ever forgive me. The only thing that made him move was the fact that Max got hurt.”

“Max got hurt?” Eddie asks quietly.

Steve nods. “She’s in a coma now. Vecna got her with the limbs and almost the eyes. They don’t know when or if she will wake up.”

“Fuck,” Eddie mutters. “I’m so sorry.”

Steve flashes him a look. “Are you apologizing for dying right now? Are you really doing that?”

Eddie lets out a frustrated laugh. “What else am I supposed to say?”

Steve exhales and picks at his nails. “I don’t know.”

They sit in wallowing silence for a few moments. The Upside Down is eerily quiet now. Maybe this is how it is when there are no intruders. No one to snap in half. No one to possess. Steve hates that it’s almost peaceful. If only there will sunlight and no particles floating in the air. The veiny surfaces are also a little unnerving. Someone should hire a decorator or something. 

“A decorator,” Eddie giggles. “That’s a good one, Harrington.”

Steve stammers. “I didn’t mean to say that out loud.”

Eddie shrugs. “If you don’t laugh, you’ll cry, y’know?”

Steve takes the time to wipe the appropriate tears before gesturing to Eddie’s guitar. “What were you working on before I got here?” 

“I’m not sure, actually,” Eddie admits with a helpless look at his guitar. “Some song that keeps playing really softly in the distance.”

“Play it for me?” Steve requests with a kind smile. 

Eddie picks his guitar back up and plucks out the first few notes. It sounds familiar. Sounds…festive?

“That’s all I can figure out,” Eddie says.

“Do it again?”

“Are you sure this is a real song?” Eddie jokes.

“I think so. Try it again.”

Eddie does. The same rhythm. Steve hums along. He motions with his hands for Eddie to play it again. 

“I’ll have a blue Christmas, without you. I’ll be so blue just thinkin’ about you.” Steve sings quietly. He gasps and points excitedly at the guitar. “It’s Elvis Presley! It’s Blue Christmas!”

Eddie plays it one more time and his face brightens up despite the hellish environment they’re existing in. Steve reckons Eddie’s the brightest thing down here right now. “You’re telling me I’m strumming a Christmas song in March? 

“Maybe Vecna’s a real Elvis girl,” Steve says while Eddie groans. 

“You’re lucky you didn’t get struck down for that.” 

“I mean no offense,” Steve raises his hands and talks up to the sky. “Elvis is a pretty cool guy. Just…you know he has other songs, right?”

“You’re a little early, Vecna, my guy,” Eddie shouts in the same direction. No lightning or a league of shadows and bats swarm them while they’re giggling to themselves. 

“One of the better Christmas songs, I’d argue,” Steve says.

Eddie narrows his eyes. “Why? It’s sad as hell.”

“No, no. It’s romantic. It’s about long-lost love. Wanting to hold the one you love during Christmas.”

“But not getting to. Hence why it’s a blue Christmas.”

Steve considers this but makes a disagreeing noise. “Still romantic. Hopeless but romantic.”

Eddie nudges Steve’s shoulder with his own. “You’re a sweet guy, huh?”

“I don’t know. The jury’s still out I think, considering this is where karma has led me.”

Eddie looks around and shakes his head. Drums his fingers on the body of his guitar.

Steve doesn’t want to ask this. He knows, okay he knows, this is just a dream (or an upcoming nightmare). Something that’s made to feel real but isn’t. Still, he asks, “Are you actually alive?”

Eddie glances up at him. His big, brown eyes are shimmering with naive, joyful hope. “You tell me, big boy.”

#emily writes #steve harrington/eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie fics

[daring-the-devil]

large black coffee - 9

You own and operate a new specialty cafe in Hell's Kitchen. One day, a blind lawyer walks through the door, and the trajectory of your life is changed for good. (~1300 words)

author's note: we're back with part 9, babey!! your concerns about matt start getting a little...worse. sorry if this is a bit messy—i did not feel like proofreading it! this takes place post-season 3 of daredevil, so there will be spoilers for the entire show in this series!

fic note: no use of y/n or gendered pronouns

warnings: alcohol consumption, a brief vague mention of homophobia (past, not on-page), some strong language

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~*~*~

On Friday, you head straight home after leaving work so you can shower and change before you meet Matt and his friends at Josie’s. You take your time getting ready and double-check that you have your wallet before leaving. It’s not an exceptionally far walk, but you’ve learned to start taking cabs to places if you’re walking at night, so you manage to hail a cab and direct it to Josie’s. 

“You sure you wanna go there?” the driver asks, peering at you over his shoulder. “There’s way better places.”

“Yeah,” you say. “I’m meeting friends.”

The driver scoffs, but does as you ask, taking you to Josie’s and dropping you off in record time. He doesn’t say a word when you get out and drives off almost as soon as you shut the door, and you sigh as you head inside. 

It isn’t too late, but it’s already pretty crowded inside—not enough that you can’t spot Matt, Foggy, and Karen sitting at their usual table off to the side. Karen waves at you as you enter. 

“Hi,” you say, hurrying over. You drop into the empty seat between Karen and Matt. “Sorry I’m late.”

“You’re not late,” Matt says. He leans over and kisses you, soft and quick, and you can’t help but smile. “We just got caught up finishing a case. Decided to head over from the office.”

“And God, do I need a drink,” Foggy groans, tipping his head back. “Man, this week sucked.”

“It did,” Karen confirms with a little sheepish grin. “We had three separate cases about landlords.”

“Oh, yeah, I heard about that,” you say, resting your chin in your hand. “Matt told me a little. You win any of them?”

“All of them,” Karen says. “It wasn’t fun, but…”

“I fucking hate landlords,” Foggy says. 

Matt laughs, tips his head in Foggy’s direction. “He’s got the right idea.”

You’re not going to disagree—a few months ago, Eliza and her girlfriend’s landlord (former landlord) had tried to kick them out for being lesbians. They’d managed to move before anything bad could happen, thankfully, but still. You hadn’t even met the guy and you’re pretty sure you’d like to give him a swift kick to the balls. 

Karen goes to get beers for the table first, leaving you to talk to Foggy and Matt. Despite his claims of exhaustion, Foggy is as lively as ever, sharing a story about him and his brother when they were younger. You listen carefully, laughing, joke about wanting to meet Theo to see where their parents went wrong with Foggy, get a laugh from both him and Karen as she returns with bottles. 

You’ve already known this, but Foggy’s exceptionally funny. You can’t help but be glad that he’s there to lighten the mood. Karen too—you don’t know her well, but damn, she’s smart, picking apart Foggy’s stories like she’s been doing it for years (because she probably has been). It makes you feel a little better about your last couple of days too. 

Matt, though…

He’s more quiet than he usually is, barely even nodding or smiling whenever Foggy says anything. The cuts on his knuckles are still healing, the bruises shifting from purple to green, and when he turns his head, you can’t help but notice a dark bruise on his cheekbone.

“What happened?” you ask quietly, reaching up and resting the tips of your fingers on his jaw. 

He winces. “Nothing. Just tripped and fell. It’s fine.”

You press your lips together but say nothing, dropping your hand. Something’s wrong. You can’t tell what it is, and you doubt he’ll tell you if you ask him. Your stomach twists uncomfortably. 

Did he get mugged? you wonder, taking a sip of your beer. It tastes like piss but you need something to do with your hands aside from searching Matt’s entire body for bruises. Did he get into a fight? Is that why his knuckles are bruised?

Foggy calls your name, and you glance at him. He jerks his head to the counter. “I’m getting more. Help me.”

“Okay,” you say, and you squeeze Matt’s wrist once before easing yourself out of the chair and following Foggy to the counter. 

Foggy orders four glasses you aren’t sure you want to know the contents of and leans against the counter, his kind eyes regarding you with something a little like concern. “Something wrong?”

You sigh, mimicking his posture, facing him. “Is Matt okay?” You keep your voice low so it doesn’t travel over the noise of the other bar patrons. 

Foggy pauses, tilts his head. “What do you mean?”

“I mean…” You hesitate, resisting the urge to look at Matt. “He’s been quiet the last week. And his hands, his face—”

Foggy winces. “Yeah. He…you know he boxes, right? As stress relief.”

“Yeah.”

“Sometimes, well, he can go a little overboard,” Foggy says. “Y’know, work and life in general. Did he tell you anything about how he grew up?”

“Only that he lived in an orphanage after his dad died,” you say, and Foggy nods. 

“It’s not my place to say, obviously,” he says, “but sometimes…sometimes it gets to him. And he needs to try a little harder to get his brain to turn off so he can rest. I’ve tried to help him, actually.” Foggy looks down, taps his fingers against the sticky surface of the bar. “In the past. He didn’t like it much at first, but we came to an understanding. The only thing we can really do now is be there to support him.”

You open your mouth to protest, but Foggy catches it and adds, “I don’t like it much either, but he’s one stubborn sonofabitch, so he’s not going to change his mind. I’m sorry.”

A sigh slips out of you before you can stop it, and you hang your head. “Yeah. I get it. Thank you.”

Foggy waves you off and reaches for the drinks that Josie passes your way. “Nah, it’s nothing.”

“I mean, thank you for being there for him,” you say, and he stops short, his gaze back on you. “He…he cares a lot about you. And Karen. Thank you for being there for him.”

It feels almost stupid to say it, considering how you’ve only been in Matt’s life for a little while compared to the years and years that Foggy and Karen have on you, but Foggy’s smile is soft and understanding. 

“He cares about you too,” he says. “I’ve known this guy for a crazy long amount of time, and he’s never been like this with anyone.”

“What do you mean?” you ask as Foggy picks up the glasses. 

“Y’know, normal,” Foggy says. “This is the most like himself that he’s ever been, at least since we graduated college. You’re good for him.”

You find yourself going a little red at that. “Thanks.”

“No problem.” He jerks his head in the direction of Karen and Matt. “Let’s go.”

You replay Foggy’s words to yourself a hundred times as you head back to the table. You know he boxes, right? That doesn’t explain the bruise on his face, or how quiet he is. You’ve seen Matt when he’s exhausted, and this isn’t it. 

What the hell is going on?

You don’t manage to catch your sigh as it slips out, and judging by the furrow in Matt’s brow, he hears it too. 

“Everything okay?” Matt asks as you slide back into your chair. 

“Yeah,” you say, squeezing his hand. “Everything’s fine.”

And if you’re lying about that, then…that’s between you and no one else.

part 10

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[imaginemalereader]

Requested by @daredevil-1910​ : Imagine you and Ginny having feelings for each other and confessing them

“Are you ever going to tell her?”

“You know I want to but we’re friends and I don’t want to ruin that.”

Hermione sighed. This was a conversation the two of you had had numerous times. At first she had agreed with you, but now it was getting to be a bit ridiculous. You clearly liked Ginny and from what she could tell, Ginny felt the same way but neither of you wanted to make the first move. And as much as she wanted to meddle and tell you both to just suck it up and ask already, she knew it wasn’t her place. Besides, if she was wrong then it really would be awful to have ruined that friendship.

Fortunately, she was right and Ginny was more confident than you.

The four of you - Harry, Ron, Hermione, and you - were spending a typical evening walking the grounds. Hermione was talking with you about classes, and Ron and Harry were trying to get you to talk about anything else.

When you stepped inside, as it was getting too dark to be outside any longer, Ginny was outside the Great Hall.

“Hey,” she greeted you all, “could I borrow [Y/N] for a moment? I’ve got something I need to ask.”

“I thought Hermione was the person to answer any question.” Ron teased.

“Just because I pay more attention in class than you Ron doesn’t mean I have all the answers.” She retorted. “We’ll see you both later.”

With that she began ushering Ron and Harry away toward the Gryffindor dormitories.

“What did you want to ask?” 

“Well, not here. Come on.” She said, realizing how public a space you were in at the moment. She began walking and you tried to make small talk about quidditch as you walked, though it was obvious you both were nervous. Her because she was worried about your answer to her question and you because you didn’t know why she wanted to talk to you. You had a hope of course but you weren’t so idealistic as to expect that was her reason.

Eventually you found yourselves at the top of the clock tower overlooking the courtyard.

“This is rather a lot of privacy. What’s so important we had to come all the way up her?” You asked, standing at the glass looking through the clock.

Ginny hesitated, looking from you to the window to the floor. 

“I don’t know if you noticed, Fred and George said I was being obvious, but sometimes I think I act funny around you. And it’s because I like you. More than as a friend. And I don’t know what I’m supposed to do or if you like me too.”

You laughed. You felt really bad, but you laughed.

“I’m sorry.” You managed to get out. “Not laughing...at you...hold on....whoo okay.” 

You got your laughter under control and tried to help Ginny not look so confused and upset.

“Hermione has been teasing me for weeks about how I act around you and asking when I’m going to tell you I like you. She even thought you liked me back but I didn’t believe her.”

Ginny’s confusion turned to a smile as you explained.

“She’s going to tell us we’re so stupid when we tell her this.”

“She is right.”

“We’re never going to hear the end of it. At least Ron and Harry won’t have noticed either.”

“They are a bit thick about all this aren’t they?” Ginny laughed.

“More than a bit I think.”

You two laughed a bit more before turning toward the stairs so you could head to your rooms.

“So does this mean we’re, I don’t know, together?” You asked.

“I hope so.”

“Okay good, me too.”

#harry potter imagine #ginny weasley imagine #ginny weasley x reader #x male reader #x male!reader #ginny weasley x male!reader #ginny weasley x male reader #x neutral reader #gender neutral reader

[hyeitsju]

Loona on the first date!! pt.2

(Loona x FEMALE Reader)

Note(pls read!!):

I got bored so I wrote this. It’s not gonna be perfection, just a short fun thing. reader is short in this! She’s my height (4’11) but if you want Loona w taller reader, just request it! Seriously, y’all, I’m pretty sure my request box is growing cobwebs.

🐟jinsoul/jinsol🐟

(Friends to lovers here, y’all were like besties until she asked you out)

(I actually pulled this idea straight outta my ass, sorry if it sucks)

I think the first date would be a regular sleepover

It’s as if y’all are still regular friends

Playing board and card games

Eating a ton of snacks in her bed while you watch a movie

And she definitely holds your hand through the whole thing

Eventually though, you both get hungry and decide to walk to a convenience store at 2 am

You both grab WAYY too many snacks and when you go to pay, she immediately gives the cashier her card before you could even say anything

Then when you get back and get back into her bed to each the snacks

She steals almost all of yours

You both watch a sad movie like train to busan

And she definitely laughs when you cry

But still comforts you but hugging you and running her fingers through your hair

Although still letting out small giggles ever so often

After you each are done getting ready for bed you just lay down and quietly talk about random stuff while looking at each other in the dark until one of you falls asleep

I feel like she would initiate the first kiss then, when you are looking at each other while laying down in the dark

You are whispering about something random, maybe college, work, or something of the sort

And she’s just staring deep into your eyes with heart eyes and a small smile on her lips

Before she grabs your cheeks and leans in to place a passionate kiss on your lips

And would have the biggest smile on her face after, before pulling you in for a big hug with your face in her neck

Finally falling asleep

🦇choerry/yerim🦇

(Y’all already knew each other and talked occasionally before you started dating for this)

I feel like she’d def take you to an aquarium for the first date

Holding hands while walking through every exhibit

She definitely does all of the talking, she just can’t help it

But after you reciprocated her energy, she’s over the moon

Constant rambles about how much she likes you and how she’s so happy you like her back

Gives you kisses like it’s NOTHING

And is all confused when you’re suprised

Excited yells when she finds cute animals

You already know she’s looking at pictures of a flapjack octopus and saying “I want one!!”

Honestly same

SOOO many polaroid photos of you and pictures posted on her instagram

If you told someone that day that her instagram account is a fan account for you, they’d believe you

Is already planning your wedding in her mind

When you reach the end of the exhibit and see the gift shop, she buys you so much stuff from there it’s actually insane

Afterwards she drives you to a ice cream shop and you both eat ice cream in her car while watching YouTube videos on your phone until the sky turns dark

Is all pouty when your dorm mates start texting you, reminding you that it’s almost curfew

After you get out of the car she’s already texting you details about the next date

🦢yves/sooyoung🦢

IM OBSESSED WITH THIS YVES AKSJHD

I feel like y’all would go to a pottery class together

Is so focused

She chooses to make a mug while you go with one of those flat bowls (idk what they’re called fr)

Hers would def be the best out of everyone else’s

Helping you out on yours

After teasing you for needing help, ofc

Chatting as you work on the pottery pieces

It’s mostly hee listening to you, tho

Mostly because she’s way too focused on shaping her piece

But also because she loves listening to your voice

Constantly complimenting you, just to make you blush

When your pieces are done you come back a few days later to paint and glaze it (idk how long, I googled and everyone told me smth diff so I chose this)

You both give your pieces to each other to paint

So your painting her mug and she’s painting your bowl

She sooo does the little (S+?) thingy at the bottom😭😭

Loves the design you do, constantly complimenting it

When she gets it back she will cherish it

Never lets anyone use it, it just sits on her nightstand untouched except for when she occasionally cleans it from dust every few days

Whenever someone asks where she got it from she goes on a whole rant about how you’re the best gf and made it for her (even tho she made the mug)

🐧chuu/jiwoo🐧

Okay, this is actually so cute but hee showing you around her hometown for the first date ahhhh!!!

She would start at some stores she often goes to, happily chatting with any people who happen to recognize her

Then going to her favorite café

Ordering you her usual and staring excitedly as you eat it, waiting for your opinion

Squealed so loud you swear your ears will burst when she hears that you like it

“I know!! It’s so good, right!”

Next she goes down her neighborhood, stopping at her house to visit her family who happily greet you

Making you stay to eat something quickly, asking you so many questions

Very welcoming, though

Automatically they take you in as their child

After that, she takes you to the park at the end of the street

Sitting on the bench with you while holding your hand and giggling together as you both watch the kids play

Eventually you have to go, sending you off to the bus back home with a huge pout and a bone crushing hug

Already blowing up your phone before the bus even leaves the station

🦋gowon/chaewon🦋

Y’all would go to a café

Specifically, a café that she is a regular at

She introduces you to the owner of the small coffee shop, who she has grown close, who’s delighted to see you

Having already heard Gowon mention you about a million times

Which he makes sure to mention to you in front of Gowon who smacks her shoulder before giving you a tight and embarrassed smile

She orders her regular and the owner brings you out a few deserts and a coffee on the house

Thanking you for making Gowon happy

You two talk about anything and everything

You find out quickly that you two are extremely similar

She of course teases you occasionally when she gets more comfortable

Which makes you blush and smile at the same time, happy she’s being more like herself

Initiates hand holding and what not

Often putting her hand on your thigh when she laughs

Or having an arm around your waist just because she can

It makes her smile big but it also makes her heart race in nervousness

The conversation continues, even after your cups are empty and your stomachs are full

Eventually it gets late and the shop has to close

So you head out and walk around to a park where you talk about random stuff as you sit on the swing sets under the moonlight

Your roommate eventually comes to pick you up, sadly

You reluctantly go, giving Gowon a hug and reaching up to give her a kiss on the cheek which gives her a heart attack

She’s standing there holding her cheek for the next 5 after you leave

Frantically texting her friends as she walks back home with a huge grin on her face

🐺hyeju🐺

(You knew each other through mutual friends and she was already in love with you, like, a year prior to finally asking you out Yves forced her)

SHE LOOKED TEW FINE HERE, ITS LIKE SHE WANTED ME DEAD

Just a chill at home date at her dorm

Super quiet at first

She doesn’t wanna mess anything up,

Even tho you’ve told her countless times that you love her for her and that she doesn’t need to hold herself back when she’s with you

Is sooo happy when Gureum loves you

Cuz he’s basically her child

Just listening to you talk about switching dog food brands like it’s the most interesting thing in the world 😭😭

With the biggest heart eyes in the world, you can almost see the outline of her eyes shifting to creat the hearts

Constantly staring at you as if she’s lost in your beauty

Which she probably is

I mean, look at you

Your stunning

Eventually when you notice her lack of conversation or movement you suggest playing video games with her

Because you know she loves that

That’s what gets her to loosen up and actually start making jokes that make you laugh

A laugh that she has quickly fallen in love with

Once she notices, however, that you’re getting a bit sad that you have yet to win a single game

She lets you choose one and lets you win it

Pretending to be upset whilst you jump up in happiness

Holding back a smile at the sight of yours

Ordering food for the both of you to eat while watching a tv show.

At the end of the night she decides to walk you to your dorm seeing as you only live the floor above hers

And then looks like she’s having a heat stroke when you give her a kiss on the cheek

Acting like she didn’t like it even though, secretly, she’s wanting more of them from you

Actually kinda sad once your gone

Spends the rest of the night about you

More specifically, the way you make her feel..

Note:

This actually took way longer than I thought but I actually think I did good on this for once.

I hope y’all like it!! Please remember to request, seriously, I don’t mind!!!

#loona x fem reader #loona #hyeju #hyeju x fem reader #chuu #chuu x fem reader #gowon #gowon x fem reader #yves #yves x fem reader #jinsoul #jinsoul x fem reader #choerry #choerry x fem reader #artms #artms x fem reader #loossemble #loossemble x fem reader #yvesntual #yvesntual x fem reader

[vikingmagic33]

I’ve heard from a lot of survivors that this fic helped them. Love to you all.

Here is Gwyn’s rant from When Do I Get To Be Ready, without the smut for people who don’t want that for their own reasons.

Full NSFW on AO3.

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‘Are you done with The Pirate Lord?’ Gwyn bounced into the living room at the House of Wind, where Emerie and Nesta were already lounging and reading after an early dinner.

‘Is anyone ever really done with a pirate lord, Gwyn?’ Nesta reclined across the loveseat in impressively dramatic fashion. Her wrist rested lightly across her brow, in full swoon.

‘Does Cass let you call him matey?’ Emerie chortled from the couch. ‘With those wings, I bet you could sail him like a real pirate ship. Just make sure to hold tight to the rudder.’ The stunning Illyrian mimed steering a massive boat.

‘Hold tight with what exactly?’ Nesta looked positively feral and both females laughed.

‘I meant THE BOOK, you two hilarious perverts.’ Gwyn chided, but she couldn’t help a small smile. She really did love her friends. The priestess draped herself across the closest armchair. ‘Can I read it next?’

‘Oh. Sure.’ Nesta went quiet for a moment and Gwyn couldn’t tell whether she was trying to phrase something carefully or bite her tongue. ‘But I’m not sure you’re going to like it.’

‘Why wouldn’t I like it?’

‘It’s just a bit… dark.’

‘I don’t understand.’ Gwyn looked between her two friends and noticed Emerie nodding sagely at Nesta’s words. ‘Haven’t you been raving about this book all week?’

‘Well, yeah. I liked it.’ There was something about the way she stressed the word I that set Gwyn’s teeth on edge. Nesta was coddling her. She rose from the chair, crossed to a pile of books on the coffee table, picked up the first book she found, and started thumbing through it to calm herself.

‘Wasn’t Em the one who suggested it to you?’ Gwyn thought her voice sounded calm, but her friends knew her too well. They both females stilled, preparing for the storm. Gwyn was usually very patient and kind, charming even, if a bit irreverent, but that didn’t mean she didn’t have a temper. When Gwyn got angry, something usually broke.

‘Ah. Yeah.’

‘So. Em liked it.’ Gwyn looked to her friend for confirmation. Em had moved to hover by the bookshelf, trying not to look directly at Gwyn. She did manage to respond though.

‘Yes. I liked it.’ Both friends were nodding at her. Gwyn anticipated what was coming, but she needed them to say it. To say it, so she could finally rage.

‘But you both seem nervous that I won’t like it.’ Gwyn clarified. ‘Is there a violence? Cause you’re right. I don’t want to read that.’ She doubted either of them wanted to read that. That wasn’t it. Just say it.

‘Oh no. It is all consensual, just a bit rough.’

Rough. Poor Gwyn can’t like rough. Poor Gwyn can’t want rough.

‘You’re just like the rest of them.’ Gwyn snarled and started to pace. Her throat was closing with the rage trying to escape. When she spoke again she had a shaking finger pointed at the Library beneath their feet. Her voice was a shout, but it came out in a whisper because her body couldn’t give it any air. ‘Every person in this place wants me to know that it’s okay to never want to have sex again. That it’s okay and normal to be terrified of males. That it’s okay to not want to be touched. That it’s okay to expect other people to be careful every time they get close to me. To need them to treat me differently. To never touch me.’

Gwyn’s voice cracked. She sucked in the sob fighting to get free and her voice got even quieter with the effort.

‘Not one person in there has ever told me it’s okay to want to have sex. That it’s okay to actually have needs and desires and to want those needs met. That it’s okay and normal to need to be hugged and held close. That it’s normal to need softness and intimacy.’

Nesta opened her mouth to speak, but Gwyn silenced her with a harsh hand and an icy glare. This was her moment and nobody else got to speak.

‘That it’s okay to want to chase those horrible memories with something good. That it’s okay to want to pile positive, beautiful, sexy experiences on top of the hate and the blood until it’s nothing but ash and the powdered bone of dead memories.’

Emerie moved toward Gwyn, who halted her with a violent shake of her head. Nobody got to comfort or soothe this away. Not until Gwyn had said her piece.

‘Everyone in there has told me that it is okay to take as long as I need to heal, but no one has ever said that it is okay to be done healing. No one has said… or asked… or implied… or thought… or suggested… or fucking hinted… or even hoped that I was already ready.’

The shocked look on her friends’ faces was delicious and almost reward enough for speaking her truth. Almost. But Gwyn would have her reward.

‘So. That means that no one in that place has ever said that it is okay to be ME. No one has said that what I feel, that what I need, that what I AM… is okay too.’

Then Gwyn screamed. She clutched at her robes and pitched forward against the sound. She picked up Nesta’s empty tea cup from the low table in front of her, spun away from her friends, and chucked it hard into the far wall. She panted and stared as the cup hung there, embedded in the wall. Maybe the House had thought to catch it for her, instead of letting it shatter. Gwyn was shattering though. Shattering and reforming with every word and every painfully personal truth.

She could handle this. She could handle the weight of these admissions though. She could handle the judgment and the consequences that would clearly follow. Gwyn knew that once unleashed, she wouldn’t be able to just go back to her life in the library. She wouldn’t be able to continue to wait to live her full life as her full self. She gulped two more large breaths and let the air burn through her lungs. ‘I’m sorry.’

She wasn’t really angry with her friends or the other priestesses or the healers. She was angry at the world and she was done with their pity.

No doubt alerted by the shouting, Azriel and Cassian appeared in the doorway. Cassian crossed to take a seat near Nesta, but Azriel started to circle the group of friends. He was watching Gwyn like she might explode, and he wasn't wrong. His shadows coiled behind his shoulders, whispering threats and observations into his eager ears. What did he think he saw when he looked at her? She was ready to find out.

‘You!’

Gwyn leveled an accusatory finger at her Shadowsinger. His brow cocked and the shadows stopped their coiling to watch the exchange. Did they sense her resolve? Did they know what was coming? Were they amused? She hoped so.

‘Me?’ Azriel placed a hand in the middle of his chest. His face was wary, but she saw a light in his eyes that had always encouraged her.

‘You find me attractive, right?’

‘Of course.’ His tone was placating and annoying. That would just not do.

‘No. Not like that. I’m not talking about whether I’m objectively attractive for a female. I mean have you thought about me.’ His eyes went wide and she thought she saw a small smile tug on one side of his beautiful mouth. ‘I’m not wrong about that, right? You’ve thought about it.’

Gwyn had thought about it plenty. She could write a dissertation on all the ways she wanted him to touch her, but she doubted Merrill would care to read it. Azriel looked over to Nesta for clarification, but her friend remained frozen next to Cassian. He looked back to Gwyn. His face held a look that Gwyn couldn’t decide was either determination or resignation.

‘I have.’ He admitted quietly. His head ducked. She still couldn’t read him. Was he hiding his growing grin or expecting a reprimand?

‘Then why haven’t you asked me?’ His head shot up at her accusation.

‘I didn’t think… I thought… it would be normal for you to not be ready, Gwyn.’

‘NORMAL?’ Gwyn shrieked and looked frantically around the room. Nesta and Emerie winced. Azriel and Cassian just looked confused. Nesta just shook her head in warning as Azriel opened his mouth to speak.

‘Well. I have news. I am normal. I am ready. I get to be both.’

‘You’re ready?’ It was mere confirmation and not an actual question. Smart male.

‘Yes.’

‘Noted, Berdara.’

‘Good. Now. If you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna go punch something.’ Gwyn turned toward the door, but couldn’t leave without one parting shot to the room. She turned to speak over her shoulder. ‘So long as everyone in here can agree that it is a reasonable and healthy response to my trauma.’ No one dared speak or move. ‘Oh. That’s right. You bitches don’t get to decide what is reasonable and healthy for me.’

Gwyn faced the door again and strode through it on powerful legs. As she entered the hallway, she placed a steadying hand on the wall. Closing her eyes, she took a few long, measured breaths through her nose. Her lungs no longer burned and her eyes didn’t sting. She would go to the ring and take on whatever came next.

‘Did she just call me a bitch?’ Gwyn heard Cassian’s voice over the roaring in her ears and she had to smile.

‘You should go with her.’ Nesta was clearly speaking to Azriel.

Yes. Come to the ring with me, Shadowsinger. It is well past time.

Nesta continued. ‘We’ll just… um.’

‘I’ll take you both down to the River House to visit Nyx for an hour.’ Cassian offered to the two females in the library and Gwyn could hear him moving toward the library’s balcony.

‘Two.’

Azriel’s voice was dark and rough and it sent chills down her arm and sparked fire in her core. Then again, perhaps he just intended to talk her out of it. It was his right, but she hoped he wouldn’t. She hoped he understood that she was ready.

‘What?’ Cassian sounded confused or concerned. Gwyn was neither of those things. Not about what she wanted.

‘Two hours.’ Azriel clarified unashamedly.

‘Ok. Two it is. Not gonna think too hard about that and I’m just going to leave now.’ Cassian spoke and Gwyn heard both females snicker from the library as she made her way down the hall to the ring.

@headcanonheadcase @damedechance @hlizr50 @mystical-blaise @daevastanner @the-bookish-valkyrie @booknerd87 @ofduskanddreams @starrystevie

#gwyneth berdara #gwyn berdara #pro gwynriel #acotar #acosf #acomaf #sjm #trauma #trauma informed #rant #in my own time can be now

[rogermeddowsx]

office parties suck part 10

word count : 1.9k 

contains : tw slight mention of sa

author’s note : happy 3 years of office parties suck! i know it's been a year since the last part but it was a toughie. now it's a goodie though so i hope you enjoy this part and enjoy as ops gets cheerier...maybe ;)

part nine is here if you need to catch up x

“He what?” 

Ben lurches forward, grabbing your face in his hands, forcing you to look at him. He’s clever in doing this. His once light green eyes have turned deep and dark, the boring stare encouraging you to continue. 

“It happened a while ago, before I met you,” you say, feeling Ben’s thumb slowly caressing your cheek. “It wasn’t as bad as you think.” 

“I’m hoping not because my mind is going wild.” 

Ben is calmer than you thought he was going to be. Not only does he have a temper but since you’ve been together, he’s become insanely protective of you. In this moment however, he knows it’s important for him to stay calm, and let you talk. 

“He worked for my manager, when I was signed. I didn’t know him too well but he made me…” 

Your breath hitches. Then, you shake your head dismissively. 

“You know what? It doesn’t matter.” You shuffle down into the bedcovers, rearranging your head on the pillow to make yourself comfortable, then close your eyes. Ben hasn’t moved and you can feel his stare boring into your skin. After a minute, you pry open your eyes to find your assumptions correct. He’s still in the same position you left him in, eyes glossy from not blinking. Your hand reaches forward to take his. He meets your gaze. 

“It matters to me.” 

The words seem so easily said from his lips. You take his face in your hands and place a tender kiss against his lips. 

“I love you, Ben.” You whisper when you pull away. “Like, really love you.” 

“Then tell me.” He whispers back. “If not for you or me, but for Holly.” 

That sneaky little guilt-tripper. 

— 

‘You’re young. You’re somewhat pretty. You know what you’re doing. You’ve got this.’  You tell yourself as you walk into, well, the rest of your life. 

The building in front of you looms over, creating a shadow over what would have been a sunny day. You’d been flown into LA that morning, so jet lag was really starting to get to you. The company building was cylindrical and had a 12 foot spike on the roof that you were wishing you could impale yourself on. Despite the 4 cups of coffee you’d had in just the past hour starting to make your stomach cramp, you picked up your guitar in its case from beside you, and lugged it into Illuminate Records. 

— 

“Hi, I have a meeting with Noah Miller.” You say confidently, trying to hide that you were hoping the receptionist couldn’t see you wriggling around uncomfortably as your bladder screamed at you. Really shouldn’t have had those coffee’s. 

Victoria told you to act confident and like you belonged there even if you didn’t feel it. Which you really didn’t right now. So you wore deep black sunglasses and your favourite ‘model off duty-esk’ outfit. Was it totally lame to wear a Led Zeppelin tee while having a meeting with your new record label?  The sudden wave of anxiety over your outfit was overlooked as the man you assumed to be Noah Miller walked into the foyer. 

He was tall. Very tall. Dark-skinned, muscular. His tight fitted t-shirt hugged all the right places, and his dark, tailored slacks sat tightly around his waist. He was young, around mid twenties and unbelievably handsome. 

“Hi, are you my 1 o’clock?” He said, in a casual American accent. 

“I assume so?” You respond, blushing. You were not going to get any work done around this man. You knew that already. 

“Come this way, 1 o’clock.” 

— 

6 months later. 

You’re almost 20. This should’ve been your big break. Instead you’re sitting in Noah Miller’s hotel room, on the edge of his bed with your makeup streaking down your face. 

“1 o’clock, it was a mistake. A silly one at that but we can come back from this. We worked too hard to go home now.” 

Noah stands over you, placing his large hands on your shoulder. His thumb caresses your skin. If he was anyone else at any other time, you’d forget about the tears rolling down your cheeks and you’d kiss him. But the looming memory of 2o minutes ago hangs over you and out of pure embarrassment, you decide kissing him probably would not be the best idea. 

“Look,” Noah says, grabbing your chin up towards him, so you’re forced to look upwards, “every performer gets stage fright. You’ve just got to push through it.” 

Tonight was your debut performance on a late night talk show, to promote the album you’d spent the last 6 months writing. You weren’t famous, barely anyone knew who you were but there was a slight buzz surrounding the newest signing to Noah Miller’s record label. Right about now, you were meant to be on stage, performing your debut single but you chickened out. You ran straight back to Noah’s hotel room and sat outside the door, in tears, until he followed you from the TV studio. 

“I can’t do this, Noah.” 

He crouches down so that he’s level with you on the edge of the bed, balancing himself with his hands either side of you. The veins in his arm twitch every time he shuffles his feet to reposition himself. You notice this, because you cannot bring yourself to look at him, the closeness between you two causing your breath to fasten. 

“Hey, you absolutely can do this.” 

In the past 6 months, yourself and Noah had grown to be more like friends than boss and employee, with countless nights spent in his penthouse, playing him the songs you had written in the studio that day. Your favourite day in LA so far had been rushing to his penthouse immediately from the studio, bounding through the door to find him in pajama bottoms only, a takeout box of Chinese in his hand, and Led Zeppelin blasting through the speakers. 

-

“Noah! You have to listen to this song we wrote today. Best one yet, if I do say so myself.” You say, in a jokingly cocky voice, connecting your phone to his bluetooth speaker, without asking. 

“Hey 1 o’clock,” he laughs, holding out his takeout box, “want some?” 

“Absolutely.” You take a mouthful and press play on the future hit you’d just written. You hoist yourself up onto his counter, still chewing. 

Noah only shakes his head, like your being in his kitchen is a completely normal ordeal. As your voice silkily plays, you look out onto his penthouse. You’d been here countless times, but never this casually. 2 walls out of four were glass panes, floor to ceiling, overlooking the city. Noah only ever had dim lights on at night, so the majority of the room was filled with the light of the rooms in the skyscraper across the street. He lived a minimalist lifestyle, meaning there was little to no character in the big open plan space. There was something about being there and bringing some laughter to a room that had probably never heard any that lit up your heart. Noah’s too. As the song built, the box of Chinese had made its way into your hands, Noah stood opposite you, hands resting on  the counter he leant against. His eyes had fluttered shut and  his head bopped to the beat as he absorbed the sweet sound of your voice in the demo. It got to the bridge before you started singing along, breaking free from the constraints you’d given yourself before to let him fully listen. You jumped down from the counter, leaving the food next to you, and lurched forward to grab Noah’s hands. He opened his eyes when your fingers connected, as you dragged him into the middle of the room, your faces illuminated by the lights of the city and you started dancing. Jumping around as you sang, and Noah, formally stiff, business Noah, letting go and enjoying you as you flung both yours and his arms around. When the song lulled to an end, he grabbed your face and kissed you, hungrily. Taken aback as you were, you gave into the kiss, allowing it to go on for only a few minutes. You pulled away sheepishly. 

“The song is amazing, 1 o’clock.” Noah said nothing else as he walked back to the counter, where he finished the rest of the food. 

-

The two of you had never spoken again about that night, not out of awkwardness, but just because there wasn’t a need to. It was the start of the change in your boss-employee to friends relationship though. 

The memory allowed you to look down into his eyes, brown, and boring into yours. He leant forward into your space, and closed the distance between you. 

It didn’t feel right, though. 

You could feel the wetness of your cheeks, as his skin moved against yours. 

“Noah, we shouldn’t.” You managed to whisper against his lips. 

He only pushed your back against the bed, forcing you to lie down. He suddenly seemed so overpowering as he hovered over you on the bed. The muscles you’d once found sexy, you were afraid of. 

“Noah, really.” You pushed against his shoulders gently, hoping he’d get the hint. 

“Darling, you’ve just cost me. You’ve no idea of the press we’ll have to do now. Don’t you want to make it up to me?” 

His eyes darken as you shake your head ‘no’ and try to wriggle your way out of his grip on your wrists. He pins them above your head. 

“1 o’clock…” 

“Noah, please. I don’t want to.” 

He kisses you again, despite your pleas. 

“Noah. I said no.” You say, as his lips get to your neck. You muster as much strength it takes to push him off you and you leave him, his hotel and LA. 

Later that week, you were back with Miles and it was like nothing had happened. Except for the fading bruises on your hip from where you were held down. But that was a minor detail.  

---

You tell Ben every detail. Leaving out the first kiss you and Noah had shared. That memory hadn’t been tainted for you yet. You wanted to remember Noah like that. 

“So this is why you were kicked off the label?” Is Ben’s response to that story. 

“Kicked off, left, quit. All the same thing.” You wave it off, actually making yourself comfortable enough for sleeping, but Ben isn’t finished. 

“It’s not the same thing. If he fired you because you wouldn’t sleep with him then we can fight that. You could go back to doing what you love.” 

“I don’t love it though. I loved making music sure but the actual performing part? No, thanks.” 

“So you could be a writer. You could write for other people.” 

“Noah would make sure I’d never get a job anywhere.” 

Ben says nothing, and hugs you instead. While nestled in the crook of your neck he says, 

“I need to go home.” When he feels you tense he continues, “I love you. But my sister, she’s with that guy, right now. I’m sorry, Darling, do you mind if I go home?” 

You shake your head, and watch as he starts to pack up the things he’d only just put away. 

“I’ll call you when I’m home.” He says, halfway out the door.  “I love you.” 

He’s gone. And you’re alone. 

authors note : and there you have it. part 10!! i don't know if it makes a difference to anyone but i imagine noah as rome flynn not sure why haha and i was listening to treacherous by queen taylor so thats the song i imagined reader to have written. okay love u all <3

#office parties suck #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy #ben hardy fic #olivia writes things #film #bohemian rhapsody #office parties suck part 10 #part 10 #rome flynn

[redux-iterum]

A Hidden Enemy: Lynx Strikes Back

If you haven’t read it yet, please read my thoughts on The Empty City before reading my take on A Hidden Enemy.

Don’t you hate it when books leave you on pointless cliffhangers? At least the whole arc is out so you don’t have to wait six months to see what glaringly obvious thing will happen next.

I will say I liked the triple meaning to the title; the hidden enemy could be Lucky, Whine, or Alpha. 

So I can get the review of the plot out of the way; this book was fine. It did what it had to even though it felt like it took forever getting there. I’d argue you could chop the book in half and stick the first half onto the end of The Empty City and make the second half be the preamble for Darkness Falls.

Now with that out of the way, how does A Hidden Enemy mishandle dog behavior and its worldbuilding? Well, for one, dogs don’t live in giant packs like this, nor are they structured the way they are here. One could take bits of inspiration from the outdated notions, but the fundamental structure must be based on real canine behavior. 

If it were me – wow, I’m going to be saying this a lot, aren’t I? – here's what I do. I’ve never read Alpha’s Tale, but I do know he was born to a wolf pack, and from what my Californian friends have informed me, wolves don’t really live in California in the present day. Alpha has to hail from somewhere else. So here’s what I came up with. Alpha already has daddy issues, and the angry little stain on caninekind would be taking that out on others. He comes from farther north, up to Oregon, and has moved to Northern California where he’s set up his little cult.

In real life, wolf packs consist of a mate-pair, a sibling of one of the leaders, a few older children of the mate-pair (more often daughters than sons), the young of that year, and a few stragglers who’ve joined on the fringes. Stray dogs (not feral dogs) are fairly loose-knit, don’t care for their pups after two months of age, and their breeding strategies are more like mice or rabbits - have a lot of babies and just hope some of them make it to adulthood. Feral dog packs have only a handful of members in monogamous breeding pairs, similar to their wild cousins. However, feral dogs aren’t often able to grow from their own numbers due to dying faster than they’re reproducing and have to rely on bringing in outsiders to keep their numbers stable.

Maintaining a similar notion for the dogs of survivors, I’m thinking that normally, dogs would form Pacts under a boss-dog. The dogs themselves would be loose-knit with overlapping territories and occasional collaboration between the members—yes, including the puppy neglect. (Need I remind you, rewrites of middle grade xenofiction like those under the Erin Hunter umbrella do not need to be for middle grade audiences as well; I’m allowed to make it YA because who’s actually looking up this fanfiction to read? Not eight- to twelve-year-olds, that’s for sure, and they definitely shouldn’t be on fanfiction sites like that in the first place.)

Alpha’s pact I feel needs to be unusual in some fashion. The highly rigid pack structure is perfect material for our protagonists to get sucked up into and to go up against for the next chapter of their story. They’d be in a vulnerable state after having lost their homes and families, they wouldn’t know how feral and stray dogs structure themselves in the wild, and that’s a great opportunity for giving the readers a bait-and-switch on canine worldbuilding.

Worldbuilding aside, now for the characters. Lucky was… okay, I guess. Being a spy gives one slightly more of a pass to do backstab-y sorts of things to others, but his attitude in The Empty City still holds up here. None of the Wild Pack strike me as exceptionally interesting. Moon seems nice; Twitch is kind of an asshole; Snap seems alright, same for Fiery; Mulch might be greedy, but he was in the wrong environment to begin with; I want to crush Whine like a grape; Alpha’s doing a good job at being a hate sink; and I question how Sweet managed to rise in the ranks in what? Two weeks? Bella seems to have the knack for leadership, she just needs to have some learnin’ in her to not make stupid decisions like the stunt she pulled at the end of the book; I’ve got good hopes for her.

Anyway, let’s see how the next book fares. See yall next month.

#book club #lynx #editor #survivors #a hidden enemy #readmore

[hecateisalesbian]

UNO REVERSE. GIMME ALL 50 OF 'EM.

For the wild card... what was your least favorite question out of all of these to answer?

 Do you have freckles?  i think? Yeah? Only like a few tho

 Do you drink tea or coffee? How do you take it?  hohoooo your gonna regret asking me this question >:3 For Tea I have a very specific tea brand I always buy and it’s the Arizona Green Tea Diet and then yknow occasional Peace Tea and on some occasions tea leaves. For Coffee when it’s at Starbucks I get one Grande size Vanilla Iced (Gay) Latte with 2 Splendas and almond milk! At home though I just brew up some coffee and put creamer and vanilla unsweetened almond milk with a 1:3 ratioish and a spoonful of Splenda.

What was the last song you listened to?  The entire Nimona album lol

Do you sleep on your back, stomach or side?  Back or Side because I rotate but never directly on the stomach

Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?  Yes. The amount changes tho. But rn I have a stuffed animal called Rat Cat and then my dog 🐶

Do you prefer drawing or writing?  they equally suck

What’s your ideal number of blankets to sleep with?  i always always always have to sleep with a very specific blanket for my anxiety and that’s really all I need

What’s your favorite band/artist?  errrrr Lovejoy or Lemon Demon or Mother Mother?

When is your birthday? Not sharing that but my fake one is March 7th

How tall are you? Like 5’2”

What color are your eyes? Very dark brown (boring Ik)

Who are five (or more) people you want to hug right now? My Irl friends and my sister

Fears? Bugs, Spiders, T h e D a r k

What’s your favorite color? Purple obvs 💜

What’s your favorite season? Fall, because depending on where you are it’s so wonderful and the weather is perfect and everything is so pretty and also it’s SPOOKY SEASON 🎃

Want any tattoos? What of? Many. Idk how many but my basics are a sibling tattoo with my sister, a matching tattoo with my mom that I’ve already designed, a star, sun, and moon tattoo with my sister and my mom, a snake or two somewhere, some flowers maybe, a semicolon, etc

Want any piercings? Where? YES. Lots of places! I want to deck out my ears, probably get some nose piercings, lip piercings, eyebrow piercings, and then idk from there

Who is the last person you texted? My friend

Do you have a best friend? How long have you been friends? I used to but not anymore

What/who do you miss? My sister

How was your day today? Well I woke up like 2 minutes ago

How much sleep did you get last night? Idk man I just pass out whenever

Do you believe in aliens? Idk theirs probably smth else besides us on this dingy space rock

When was the last time you cried? Why? When I sneezed 6 times in a row a minute ago

What’s your favorite decade? Hmmmmm. Idk. Early 2000’s maybe, 60’s-80’s seem cool

What are some seemingly childish things you like? Stuffed animals, ‘kids’ shows, wanting to play on swing sets

What’s your favorite book? Or just one you’ve read a few times? Uhhh Idk if this is my favorite but I really really like the book series called Strange The Dreamer!

How are you, really? Idk

Does it take you a long time to make decisions? I’m extremely indecisive

What are you looking forward to in the near future? Doing some musicals/plays, Halloween, seeing my sister again, going to a con

What are you looking forward to in the distant future? Moving lol, hopefully finding a partner

If you could go anywhere right now, where would you go? My home state Colorado

Do you sleep with your door open or closed? Who- who sleeps with it open? Ew. Closed.

What’s your favorite flower? I don’t have one 🤷🏼‍♀️

Do you currently have a squish?  😎 🤏🤨🕶️🤏 a what. Okay after a quick google search this looks like a QPR. I used to but not rn

Do you like your middle name? I love it! It holds a lot of meaning to it and it’s actually the name I choose after realizing I’m trans (and also I generally hated my first name)

Do you prefer dogs or cats? Im allergic to cats so I have to say dogs but I love cats. But snakes are number one 🐍

Do you have any phobias? Arachnophobia

Do you stay up late? Well let’s just say im daggers friend from two days ago

Do you like the beach? Do you prefer it sunny or cloudy? Hate the beach. Clouds all the way. Mountains are THE BEST

What’s your favorite cartoon? The Owl House 🦉

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Do you have siblings? How many? Uh I have two blood related sisters, two step brothers, and one brother in law

Who was the last person you said “I love you” to? My dog probably. Other than that my mom

Is there anyone you would die for? My sister, my dog, my friends, my parents

What do you need when you’re sad? Happiness lol. Naw in all seriousness my dog

Have you memorized your phone number? If you haven’t I hope you like dying

Who’s someone you can trust with your life? My sister 

What does your last text say? “Oh”

My least favorite question was all of them because I woke up 6 minutes ago why am I doing this

#asks

[blu3m4rz]

i’ve been tiering in idv again lately which gives me incentive to actually play so here are some of my bad opinions

justification lmao:

moonlit goes crazy i’m sorry it’s actually fun to look at AND fun to play which is apparently a lot to ask of netease. like it feels like they don’t know how to make strong designs that also play well its one or the other except for moonlit which while i consider sacred heart to be better technically, moonlit gets a boost for doing well in both categories. also clowns. i fricken love the hullabaloo characters. also its well lit. i hate the dark maps grrr

sacred heart is so fun, everything feels intentionally placed. also the gate placements are good i like that. its kind of boring but thats fine they cant all be bangers. good map. best in the game 20/10.

church, china town and factory are maps that i actually like playing. i’m not as big a fan of china town functionally but its up with church and factory because its pretty and feels like it has a clear vision. like i KNOW factory and church are plot relevant but that doesnt make them less boring. especially for someone like me who doesnt really care about the lore much anymore. my main complaint is for factory, i like the layout, i like the factory even though i hate when survs go in there god. but the fires everywhere lag my game like crazy, idv already has terrible ping we don’t need the game struggling to do smoke effects.

i want to like lakeside and eversleeping so damn bad like they’re actually interesting maps compared to church, sacred heart and factory which all feel the same to me, but eugh theyre just not fun to play on. i appreciate eversleepings use of levels but its just too small and doesnt feel like it has very many strong kiting spots to me? (could be wrong i havent played surv in a while but as hunter the kiting spots feel kind of weak). i also don’t like that the boat is alllllll the way down at one end of the map.... mmmm i really like that one spot beside the ship tho idk what its called its fun 2 play.

leos memory is ASS which sucks because like i love leo and i like the snowballs and it SHOULD be fun but it sucks to play on. everythings too dark the snow makes it hard to see and eughhh its like watching one of those movies where you cant see shit like its lame and you dont know whats happening in a bad way. if i lose a surv i want it to be because i messed up or they did something smart not because of some stupid snow and dark environment eugh.

not controversial i know. i have never met anyone who likes asylum or cave. they both suck to play theyre terrible to navigate and i hate them so much why are they even in the game they totally ruin 99% of characters abilities its the worst thank god they arent rank maps. cave is a little bit more enjoyable than asylum. it doesnt fill me with an unstoppable rage like asylum does but i still hate it. too bad too because i like norton a lot.

you get the picture i hate this game okay bye.

#identity v